Grey Knights 1 - Grey Knights by Warhammer

Author:Warhammer [Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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It was the ship’s Navigator. All Navigators were a strain of human—it was impolite to call them

mutants, but that’s what they were—who could look on the warp and guide a ship through it, and

who were universally spindly and weak. The Navigator on the Pecuniam Omnis was no exception,

but he was more than just weak—he was wounded. His dark blue Lower House uniform was black

with blood, pumping from a wound in his chest, dribbling from his mouth and spattered on the pale

skin of his face.

The Navigator, whose name was Krevakalic, fell forward into his arms and nearly knocked him

flat on his back. “What is it?” said Yambe, breathing hard. “Where?” Krevakalic slumped to the

ground and looked up at Yambe from beneath the headband covering the third eye in his forehead,

the warp eye.

“…it… she was in… she came for me and Gell first…”

“Gell’s dead?” Krevakalic nodded.

That was bad news. Gell, as ship’s astropath, was the only person who could transmit a psychic

distress signal. Krevakalic coughed and sprayed a gout of warm blood over Yambe. Yambe had to

leave him—in a few moments he would die. Yambe had seen it before. His lungs and guts were laid

open. It would be crueller to try to save him than to just leave him.

Yambe, meanwhile, had to press on. Not just because he had to find Lestin or any of the other

crew, but because the ship’s only working saviour pod was towards the stern and Yambe knew he

could well have to get off the ship in a hurry.

He left the Navigator sprawled and dying on the floor of the corridor. If Krevakalic begged for

Yambe to stay, the words were lost in the froth of blood bubbling from his lips.

The corridor opened up ahead into a wide circle that surrounded one of the plasma reactors, a

bulbous cylindrical chamber five storeys high where the ship’s energy was generated. The plasma

core growled deeply as it provided power to the ship’s systems, and white clouds of coolant vapour

spurted from the pipes running along the floor and up the curving walls.

There was a body slumped over the closest control console. It was Rani, a kid the Pecuniam

Omnis had picked up at their last maintenance stop. Rani was young and stupid and probably a

criminal on the run, but he did what he was told and kept his head down. He hadn’t deserved to have

his head sliced off and his torso cut clean open, but that was what someone had done to him.

Yambe had never seen a man dead like that, killed and bisected as cleanly as if a good butcher

had gone to work on him. Yambe looked around and saw Rani wasn’t the only one—there was

another body draped over the railings around the upper level of walkways surrounding the plasma

generator core. Yambe couldn’t recognise him but his arms had been cut off and a rust-coloured

streak of blood ran down the wall beneath him.

Something moved near the ceiling, scurrying too quickly for Yambe to make out, sweeping up

and down as if it were actually running along the curved outer wall instead of along the walkways.

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