Warhammer 40,000 - [Weekender 02] by Black Library Weekender- Volume Two (epub)

Author:Black Library Weekender- Volume Two (epub)
Format: epub
Published: 2013-11-15T05:00:00+00:00

Agentha had fashioned a workable dressing, and though she could still feel her wound pulsing as it gently bled, blood no longer poured into her eye. Unusually for a Sister Dialogus, Agentha’s eyes were unaugmented. Sisters of the Order of the Fractured Cipher believed that they were created in the Emperor’s own image and accepted no form of bodily modification. Some of the senior sisters of her order even frowned upon Agentha’s use of eyeglasses, which she now wiped clean in the folds of her robe before placing them upon her nose.

The bridge had become a much calmer place since their descent into the dust belt and the near-silence of serfs and crew carrying out their duties was only punctuated occasionally by the sound of a large chunk of debris smashing against the shields of the Inevitable Retribution. Agentha made her way back over to the vox-array. A serf had just finished repairing the communications device and was fiddling with dials to test whether it still functioned.

“May I?” Agentha asked the startled serf as she gestured for him to give her the headset. Frozen like a small mammal trapped in the beam of a hunter’s lamp, he glanced towards the Castellan, who nodded. The robed youth hastily dropped the headset and scurried away. She picked up the headset from where it had been dropped to the deck and, placing them over her ears once more, tried to tune it to the same frequency it had been on before her work had been so rudely interrupted. She gently rotated one of the large dials, but moments later quickly pulled the headset off, face painted in a grimace.

“Is there a problem, Sister?” Gerataus said, irritation evident in every syllable.

“The signal. It’s... It’s much stronger than before.”

The Chaplain broke off from the chart he was studying and loomed over Agentha. “Impossible. The only way that could happen is if it was being transmitted from the planet below, but all auspex returns confirm that it is a dead world. The vox-array must still be damaged. Serf! Get back here and perform a proper repair of this unit.”

“No. It’s not that.” Agentha waved a hand at the serf to gesture him away and once more the baffled youth had to look to the Castellan for confirmation. Kaleb ordered the serf to return to what he was doing and joined Gerataus and Agentha at the vox.

“Then what is it, Sister?” the Castellan asked, ignoring the Chaplain’s scowl.

“I’m not certain, but I believe that this is an old signal that has somehow retained its integrity over the millennia. My guess is that the dust field trapped the radio waves.” She put one of the headset cups to her left ear, leaving the other free to listen to the Space Marines.

“Ridiculous. Why are you even listening to this girl, Castellan? That head wound has addled her mind.”

Agentha had spent time in the company of the noble Adeptus Astartes before and though she knew to give them their due deference and respect, she would not be cowed in this matter.

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