Is Someone There?
Norvan Taram had a problem.This was not an uncommon position for a scholam headmaster. Familiar roads that led here, though they usually had more to do with budget, turnover of…
Red Lines
To serve in a squadron is to live an entire life in miniature. You join like a child, with all life open and waiting for you. You start out, and learn, and grow weary, until the hourglass of youth is running dry – like a fuel tank on the red line.
Betrayal
The rain came down hard, mixing the blood and the mud together into something wholly worse than either. I stood there panting from exertion. We just barely beat back the…
Blood-Greased Cogs
Khebal Tothius was 400 years old. 400 years, 32 days, 27 hours, three minutes and four seconds to be exact. Other blessed adepts of the Omnissiah might have dismissed this…
Hagen’s Legacy
I haul myself through the orifice, the peristaltic pulsing of the narrow tunnel eliciting groans from my armour. Helmet gone, I gag on the bile washing over my face. It’s…
Bound by Duty
'It is better to die for the Emperor than to live for yourself.'The words came to my mind as I watched the foul horror butcher my men in this forsaken…
The Time Taken
The lead tank rose over the hill and gazed into chaos. Swarms of greenskins had broken through into the dusty valley below; the desperate defenders reduced to shrinking islands amidst…
Last on the List
Adeptus Ministorum Inquisitor EschrielInquisitor Fahren Psyker Acolyte IrdenhamSister Hospitalier VenschenaSergeant Reis'Sergeant Reis, pull the trigger.' I can hear that phrase over and over in my head, coming from the mouth of…
Anthology VI
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Blue, Black, Blue
'I wish to be a great Captain like you, father.' His father rustled his hair. 'I think you will be.' His father picked him up. 'Look how tall and strong you are,…
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