Princeps Mulkaran Vosh was going to have his sight restored, and that knowledge filled his heart with sorrow. In the ever-present sheet of grey that filled his vision, Vosh was brought to the legs of the Warlord-Class Titan, Acta Est Fabula.
Dogma once blinded Kyser Tremon, and now fate was intent on doing the same, though in this case more physically than spiritually. He knew not what had detonated, and frankly, it did not matter.
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The airlock is small and dark. The exterior door is illuminated dimly by a square of hard yellow light cast out from the interior bulkhead window. I sit staring at…
I carry many keys, but only one held any importance to me then. It was to an empty cell. Deep below the Imperial Palace, there is a terrible place, and…
‘Eat.’ A woman’s jovial voice and the soft clinking of porcelain against wood brought him out of his thoughts. Markendaya Orpehus Jangseung, Shield-Captain of the Aquilan Shield, looked down to…
As he stoically paced down the oppressive corridors of the Ordo Malleus facility of Golgotha-III, snaking tendrils of psychic energy from the prison inmates sought his mind, finding no purchase.…
001>> Set Time=00:00 where hab/chrono=THDOE0906/637(26) Baumis hurried down the hall, dodging neighbours and the occasional vagrant, pulling his coveralls on as he went. Chance and a quirk or orbital dynamics had…
There is a thudding from the basement again. Obed sighs and leans back in his chair with a rusty squeak. He knows the noise well, but he tries not to let it bother him.
A philosopher of Old Earth - his name long lost with the passing of the Age of Terra - once wrote that in Heaven, all is either silence or music; in Hell, there is only noise.