Dataslate - Cypher by Games Workshop Ltd

Author:Games Workshop Ltd [Ltd, Games Workshop]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-01-20T23:00:00+00:00

As he had each day since he had overthrown the previous ruler, Lord Rabban stood upon the battlements of the Imperial fortress and looked down upon his toiling serfs. Dagarthi was a backwater planet, but for him it provided a good life. His army enforced the rules, the workers slaved away and the tithes were paid.

If Lord Rabban gave any thought to the untold millions that slaved away under his imposed misery, it was with a satisfied feeling. As he had been taught, it was the right of the strong to rule, and Lord Rabban knew he was strong. Leaving the ramparts, the Lord entered the tower and walked down the corridor towards his harem. He was caught up in his own thoughts so that he did not notice the missing guards. Lit only by blackiron braziers, the hall was dark, but not so dark that Lord Rabban could miss the sudden shift in the shadows behind him. Reacting with a speed unattainable by a non-augmented man, he spun, lashing out with his fist. Yet the blow never landed.

It had been a long time since Rabban had faced an opponent that could move as quickly as himself, and his robed assailant blocked each strike like he knew it was coming. Worse still – by the clanging his fists were making, his foe was wearing some form of power armour beneath his robes. So – it was not an Imperial assassin or a local Dagarthi bounty hunter. Yet there was little more time for thought as they grappled in the dark. It did not take Rabban long to realise he was overmatched in such a contest. If he had any space he could step back and draw forth his blade – a mono-molecular edge power weapon that would penetrate any armour. Rabban struggled to give himself room to draw his weapon. This was just what his foe had been waiting for, and his attacker unleashed a flurry of pummelling blows. Rabban spat out teeth, desperate enough now to call for guards when he felt something jab into his neck. A jolt of current entered his body, paralysing him almost instantly.

His next thought was that the stone floor was cold and that there was blood in his mouth. How long he had been out Rabban did not know – not long he guessed. Above him the stranger pulled forth some device from within his robes – it unfolded like a small porta-rack. It was a device that Rabban had not seen for ages and a chill ran through his body. At last he knew his foe…

The startle of his terror released a desperate surge as Rabban lurched upwards using all his strength, fighting the invisible tendrils that bound his limbs. The hooded figure leaned over him so that, at last he could see the face. It was older and more haunted than he remembered. ‘Greetings, Rammael,’ said a voice that was little more than a rasping whisper.

The use of his old name was like some accusation – it sent further waves of terror through Rabban’s mind.

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