Fire and Ice - Peter Fehervari by Warhammer 40K

Author:Warhammer 40K [40K, Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781785727252
Publisher: Black Library
Published: 2017-06-26T04:00:00+00:00

VOID

Gaze into the Void and you will see yourself glaring back.

– The Calavera

There were voices in the darkness, prowling the silence like wolves, hounding Mordaine towards wakefulness though he sensed this was not their intent.

‘… and what of the remaining gue’la troops?’ one was asking.

‘I have accounted for them all save their captain,’ answered a resonant whisper. ‘He was gone from his quarters when I purged the vessel.’

‘Your plan bleeds errors as the aun breed lies, Iho’nen,’ the first voice said.

‘It is the nature of things,’ the whisperer called Iho’nen replied. ‘The Primordial Annihilator taints all endeavours with escalating imperfection, hence foresight is a potent but inconstant craft, traveller.’

‘Yet it is your chosen craft, is it not?’ the traveller observed dryly.

‘As it is yours, but one must adapt to the changing tides of the maelstrom.’

‘I am a hunter. To my mind a beast that cannot be mastered is best slain.’

‘That has always been the way of warriors,’ Iho’nen acknowledged, ‘but you must become more than a warrior if you aspire to master fate.’

‘Fate is an excuse for weakness,’ declared the traveller. ‘The strong forge their own paths.’

‘Your path may yet forge a monster, Mont’shasaar.’

‘That is not my name,’ the other said coldly.

‘Not yet and perhaps never,’ Iho’nen conceded, ‘but you acquired its shadow on Arthas Moloch when you took the Dawn Blade.’

‘The Dawn Blade is a weapon like any other.’

‘Like no other,’ Iho’nen said intently.

‘Then you advise me to discard the blade?’ the traveller challenged.

‘No, that time has passed and you must reap the storm you have sown.’

‘As it should be, Space Marine.’

Space Marine? Mordaine thought hazily. That whisper? Calavera… As he tumbled back towards darkness he sensed one of the presences approach. His eyes opened fleetingly and he saw the xenos prisoner appraising him.

‘I think you are wrong about this one, Iho’nen,’ it said. ‘He is broken.’

The ventilation shafts reeked of a sour animal stench but they were the safest paths through the narrow warzone of the train, so Armande Uzochi had claimed them without hesitation, just as another predator had done before him. The crawlspaces had kept him hidden and mobile even when Grandfather Death was dangerously close, as he was now.

Lying supinely above the prison carriage, Uzochi held his breath as the one-eyed Space Marine carried the inquisitor from the alien’s cell. Slumped senseless in the giant’s arms, Mordaine looked like a dead man and Uzochi wondered what torments he had endured in Father Terra’s service. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the xenos captive emerge from the cell a moment later, stretching its limbs as if to shake out the indignity of confinement.

Horror turned to outrage as Uzochi remembered how these abominations had destroyed his company piece by piece, first in the hive through the uprising they had engineered and finally in the confines of this bedevilled machine, hunting down his men one by one. He had watched from above as Grandfather Death killed young Mifune, snapping the terror-stricken boy’s neck with the indifference Uzochi would have shown a rat.

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