Mining Accident
‘May the Ancestors forgive me,’ Voidmaster Khar Drindal muttered as he watched his ship burn silently in the cold vacuum of space. The Dhalaz Marka’s kilometre-long prow was a colossal drill…
Reborn
Eplasseal stepped with lithe strides—with silent tact—moving to the accordance of a hunting predator. He was within a spined suit of white power armour. A crimson tunic hung from the…
Byzantium
‘…I already explained that I don’t have that.’ Said Mazrodros through clenched teeth. ‘I’m sorry, Incubi, um…’ replied the slave behind the desk.‘Mazrodros.’‘I’m sorry, Incubi Mazrodros,’ continued the slave, ‘as I’ve…
Stolen Sight
Everything was void. There was nothing. No time passed. No process active.++Initializing Reanimation Protocols.++++Physical reconstitution.... Complete.++++Cognitive Matrix... Re-established.++There was nothing, but there was thought. The flash of the weapon that…
Embalmed
Warden Ugresh stiffened his neck and pretended not to hear as another round of hoarse sobs started up from behind the door; it had been nearly a decan since they’d…
Lament for the Archon’s Seventeenth Child
There is no room for sentiment in my position. I have always known this. Emotions – fear, wrath, boredom, affection – colour reality. One is blinded by them. My eyes…
Stray
'So, Alai Therin Fallstar, ai'elethra of the Eshairr, what say you?'He looked up at the sightless face, the sockets where its eyes should have been puckered, bloody holes. Behind it,…
Sub Divo
I can no longer see the future, Idroelle thought, which means there must be no future. Blood surged through her body as she whipped the Nightwing into a mind-numbing turn. The fighter slashed through the clean, blue skies of Harkaxioc like a bloodied dagger. It was unerring and unrelenting, reflecting nothing of its pilot’s turmoil.
Veevuh Da Revolooshun
In the deep recesses of the station, past ancient corridors and beneath decks long since forgotten by all but the lowliest and most desperate inhabitants, a clawed hand knocked at…
The Initiation
Speed, adrenaline, the sharp, metallic taste of blood in the air; these were the greatest joys of life in Commorragh. The whining hiss of jetbikes cut through the air, drowning…