The Mournful
Art by Noah Miller The vox recorder had taken a beating over the years, but so had Inquisitor Corrodus. He had to bang the thing against the side table to…
Sal of the Hive
Do you remember the day we met? I don’t suppose you do. Your lifeless stare betrays you. Who was I to you anyway? A tenant? An employee? A statistic? Was I like the others, a dime a dozen?
Peace, in Quiet
I sat alone in my little hovel, fifty kilometers beneath the surface of Tarsian Secundus. Vidfeeds circled me, keeping a close watch on the complex web of pipes that funneled…
Run and Hide
She ran as fast as her young legs could take her, her shadow that clambered before her slowly shrinking as the distance grew between her and the burning village behind.…
Trapped
The ship’s sirens wail - and the cycle begins again. In the galley, Dana and her daughter stare up at the flashing red lights, eyes wide. Dana picks Sara up…
Exhibit 6
‘Don’t open it for Throne’s sake!’ Remia snapped. ‘Just leave it on the table and get out.’If they were offended, they didn’t show it, just unceremoniously dumped the plastek bundle…
The Bodyguard
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 Sweat. Blood. And something that is beginning to die.The scent-sight of what locals call civilisation does not faze me as they…
The Captain’s Voice
The captain's voice rang out, sweet as silver.'This will not be easy!' she shouted, loud enough for the entire section to hear. 'There will be blood! And there will be…
Per Aspera Ad Astra
‘There are some decent finds here, Kappa,’ Father Rust said.She watched as the old man neatly laid out the contents of her canvas bag on his workbench. They included vacuum…
The Hound Slumbers
Adeptus Ministorum The first witness described the threat as a monstrous hound wreathed in flame.A hopelessly simplistic identification, though not without its uses. My duty is to hunt the shadows…
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