"How is it Chinua?"

( Old vs. New )

The Soul Grinder roared in impotent rage, the mechanical claw that served as it's hand snapping shut.  It was surrounded by a pool of hydraulic fluid.  Black ichor drooled from its shattered jaw and ruptured throat.  The arm that carried its harvester gun hung limply at its side, charred meat and melted metal evidance of the damage the melta guns ( Read more... )

Judge Vapner watched the Rhinos crawl down the road in front of him.  Behind each one was a line of people, shackled and herded by giants in gun metal armor.

The judge spat in disgust.

Iron Warriors.

( Place your weapons on the ground and prepare for judgment and summary execution. )

Naran Baatar, Khan of the Second Brotherhood, looked out the viewport of his personal readyroom on the Strike Cruiser Pride of the Plains.  In front of him the planet of Ogichac Prime turned slowly on its axis.  He longed to be down on the surface again.  His quarters on the Strike Cruiser, though spacious in the view of any hive-dwelling Imperial ( Read more... )