Space Wolf 05 - Sons of Fenris by Warhammer

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

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normal space, attending their stations, saying the proper blessings, and performing the proper rituals.

His Wolf Guard departed the bridge to secure themselves in their acceleration couches.

A warning alarm preceded the next countdown announcement, “Jump to normal space will

commence in thirty seconds.”

Even though Berek had made more warp jumps than he could remember, he still had moments

of uneasiness. The warp was not devoid of entities, indeed it was a place where unspeakable horrors

dwelled, horrors that one had to pass through when travelling amongst the stars in service of the

Emperor. Deep in the Wolf Lord’s heart, he was still a superstitious warrior from Fenris with a

healthy distrust of magic, or anything that smelled like it.

“Jump to normal space will commence in fifteen seconds.”

Slowly, the bridge seemed to stretch and lengthen. Light danced across the ship’s interior,

emanating from no apparent source. A low rhythmic hum grew in Berek’s ear. The process had

already begun. Even now, the ship was trying to escape the warp.

“Jump to normal space will commence in ten seconds.”

The hum transformed into murmuring, sickly, twisted voices speaking in an unintelligible

tongue. Every surface within the ship began to glow. Bulkheads screamed as if they were buckling

under a terrible strain.

“Jump to normal space will commence in five seconds.”

Suddenly sound, light and motion blended together in a collage of horrors.

“Jump.”

In that instant, there was everything and nothing.

The jump to normal space was complete. Berek gave quick, silent prayers to the Emperor,

Leman Russ and the old gods of Fenris.

The Wolf Lord checked the bridge and his crew. Everyone was removing their restraints and

moving back to their positions. Berek took his time, making sure each member of the crew had

survived the passage unscathed. The dangers of warp travel could never be underestimated. Having

confirmed that all was in order, he slapped the restraining harness release.

As he stood, he turned to his men. “Begin system scan. Comms, announce our presence and

extend my compliments to Governor Pelias. Let’s see if they have some hospitality to offer.”

“Wolf Lord!” said Hroth. “Scans show a battle-barge in low orbit over the planet. Civilian ships

are scattered throughout the system, fleeing the planet. There’s an orbital defence platform in a

decaying orbit, and I think she’s scrap. I’m also reading weapons fire on the surface. It appears that

the capital city of Lethe is under attack.”

Hroth was a warrior upon whom Berek had bestowed the title of ship’s guide. Though not a

Space Marine, Hroth had proven to Berek his ability to quickly assess tactical situations. Had he

remained on Fenris, his tribe may well have slaughtered krakens due to his skill in suggesting ship

movements.

“I’m unable to contact Lethe, Lord Berek. Their comms appear to be jammed,” the herald added.

A slight grin emerged on Berek’s face. “It would appear that our routine patrol has proven to be

most timely.”

Berek did not believe in random chance. If he and the Fist of Russ were here at this place and

time, it was destiny, providence. Berek was here to bring this conflict to an end, and that was exactly

what he would do.

He crossed the bridge to the tactical console.

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