Oi Dat’s My Hand
‘Oi! Dat’s my hand! Give it back.’ Ugnug barely felt the pain when the choppa took off his hand. He was mostly just annoyed at losing his new shoota, which…
‘Oi! Dat’s my hand! Give it back.’ Ugnug barely felt the pain when the choppa took off his hand. He was mostly just annoyed at losing his new shoota, which…
‘I must say, Lord-Chairman, I’m very impressed.' Solana smiled, sitting as he gestured to the chair opposite his desk. It was soft and smelled of rich, smoky leather.'I aim to…
It was a long way down from the spires of the hive. Alena shifted her skirt over the curve of her hip: not an enticement but a warning, a declaration…
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…
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.
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…
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…
'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 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…
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…