28/09/2009 in Warhammer 40K
Captain Lered Ujupol always dreamt the same dream before receiving orders for Exterminatus.
However, for all that it inevitably occurred during his fitful slumber, it wasn’t really a dream. It was recollection mined from the deepest strata of his memory stacks by prognostic powers he could not name.
Unless it was simply the power of guilt.
The iron privacy petals of his audience chamber were curled tightly around his throne, the lumens dimmed. Glowing schematics and readouts floated in the air about him, coruscating numerals, expanding and contracting bars, graphics of essential systems. They told him the weapon -given many names by many different people, but commonly and simply known as the Device- was ready. Ujupol could feel it through his ship’s monitors, its xenos components twisting and pummelling reality, intertwining and knotting existence’s fundamentals so tightly rupture was inevitable – a rupture further unimaginable forces were ramped to channel and focus against the beautiful grey-green orb thousands of kilometres below.
However, another force, The Device’s equal in a frightening number of respects, now engaged Ujupol’s attention.
His daughter was angry.