#shadowedsuns

[ Heart drabbles ]

“Zal!” The Space Wolf’s roar echoed through the corridors. He hated being this angry, but he had been more than patient, and enough was enough. This had to end. “ZAL!” He yelled again, stalking his way to Zalman’s room. The servitors were wise enough to stay out of his way. 

There was a muted click as Zalman established the psy-link to Ranulfr’s mind, allowing them to communicate, and the other man looked up with some surprise as he was met with Ranulfr’s ire. +What is it?+ 

Ranulfr threw the fur blanket at his feet. It was covered in blood - just splotches dotting it, in small patches, but it bothered him all the same. “That isn’t mine, and it sure as hell isn’t Hati’s.” He snarled. “I told you to get your bloody cat to stop putting its kills in my room!” 

Zalman’s brow furrowed, and he picked up the furs, examining the blood. +I have, I can assure you of that.+ He glanced to the small basket where Bastet slept, and sure enough, at the foot of it was a small dead rodent. There were a few spots on blood on the floor, but it was evident that the blood on the fur did not come from the cat’s kills. 

The ship rumbled around them, and there was a sudden screech from the ceiling. Both Astartes’ eyes shot up to the vent, as a scratching sound began to echo out from it. 

The earth had shifted suddenly, dumping hundreds of dead corpses from their resting alcoves in the walls. The air became choked with the dust from their bones as leering skulls clattered across the worn flagstone. Radcliffe coughed, waving his hand to clear the air as he turned back towards the cave in. The way out was now gone, obstructed by dirt, rock, and no small amount of bodies. The Lord Inquisitor could hear the worried cries of his retinue from the other side. He soothed them with a mental prod to assure them he was still alive. Excavation would take time. For now, it was the two of them trapped in the dark with the dead.

It was an opportunity not to be missed. Normally, these ships were something the Black Legion overlooked, their sights were set on bigger prizes but this one… No, this one was not going to be ignored. Moriana’s whisperings may have something to do with that; not that Abaddon was going to admit to it. So it was they found themselves looking at a small, ancient ship that was nowhere near as banged up as it should be. Life in the Eye was never kind, the inhabitants tended to wear their sins on their flesh, that did not exclude ships. How this one looked as good as it did was a mystery.

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