Yellow
The display flickered into life. Grainy helmet-cam footage filled the chamber. The screen split into multiple views. Asp disliked reviewing helmet footage. The screaming was rarely useful.
Don’t Count On It
A crash sounded somewhere in the distance. Dampened by numerous walls, fields, and exhibits, nonetheless, it was very loud and went on for a long time. A very long time.
What a Drag
Dust drifted through the shattered streets, turning the morning sun into pale streaks of light that bled through the haze. Private Tomas Grell sat with his back against a mound of shattered stone.
A Simple Fix
The explosion lifted Gerebrix Rho several feet into the air, but still not above the head of the angry Adeptus Astartes warrior immediately to his left.
Heresy
The bunker door slammed shut, dulling the wail of sirens and thunder of shell impacts to a low hum and faint thudding.
The Real Lords of the Emperors Children
Despite running dangerously late, Athenus, Lord Exultant of the Emperor’s Children, applied his foundation with a medicae’s patience.