Fighting With Faith- Twenty-second Entry
The huge alloyed doors were thrust open. The menacing form of the hideous Elshilta covered the whole entrance. In the back, he was flanked by several armed cultists, mutants and Genestealers.
“Fellow followers, welcome. I am Zulkan Flamborg.” Said a robed cultist, among a whole crowed of such from the middle of the rectangular room.
“Waste no time in formalities. My spies have notified me that our enemy is well aware of our plans.” Slurred Elshilta impatiently.
“Then we shall begin in our plans. Please, follow me.” Said the cultist as he led his retinue and Elshilta’s into the adjacent room.
The hab they were in was a gloomy one, purple headed skulls were painted onto the ceiling, floor and walls. Bizarre iconography filled the walls, depicting monstrous beasts shambling across limb-strewed and bloodied grounds. On one particular wall, the one facing the entrance door was a text covered in what seemed like blood red ink, “THE HIVE MIND HUNGERS, SATISFY IT”.
Other then the gruesome sacrificial tablets that were laid across the main hall of the hab, Elshilta paid no heed to the still living moaning carcasses at his feet. An unrecognisable form, clawed at his feet, its face charred black.
Elshilta muttered a growl and kicked back at the figure, snapping its head backwards with an audible pop and it moved no further.
The adjacent room was no more pleasant; foul, odd smelling scents filled the already putrescent air with an erratic throbbing of what seemed like a heart beat emanating from a nearby holo-projector console.
The congregation walked towards it and the lead cultist reached out to stroke a few runes. A three-dimension image of the capital city of Homeworld Asat, Valingdom immediately sprang into view. Valingdom feature a wide assortment of building types. There were habs, canteens, forges, shops and unseen hideouts. They ranged from vast hangers, huge dome shaped gardens, cubed habs and various other oblong shapes of buildings.
A particular turquoise cube caught Elshilta’s attention.
As though sensing his curiosity, Zulkan said, “The lighted cube is where we are. The other green ones are the other minor abodes of our followers. Reds are the once that represent threats such as military installations, inquisitor hideouts and suspected spy activity.”
Zulkan cleared his raspy breath with a violent fit of coughing. He then spat on the stained floor ostentatiously before stroking a series of runes. The graphic resized its image to offer a wider scale; the Asat system. Several green blips were already converging with the great bulk of the Asat Homeworld.
“Those, my fellow esteemed followers, are our broods.” Zulkan concluded with a grin across his sooty face.
An explosion ripped across the room. Two cultists were immediately obliterated and another three had their limbs blown off. Blood sputtered from their stumps.
“DAMN IT! IT’S A RAID! ELSHILTA! FOLLOW ME!” Zulkan frantically bellowed above the multiple explosions.
The huge alloyed doors were thrust open. The menacing form of the hideous Elshilta covered the whole entrance. In the back, he was flanked by several armed cultists, mutants and Genestealers.
“Fellow followers, welcome. I am Zulkan Flamborg.” Said a robed cultist, among a whole crowed of such from the middle of the rectangular room.
“Waste no time in formalities. My spies have notified me that our enemy is well aware of our plans.” Slurred Elshilta impatiently.
“Then we shall begin in our plans. Please, follow me.” Said the cultist as he led his retinue and Elshilta’s into the adjacent room.
The hab they were in was a gloomy one, purple headed skulls were painted onto the ceiling, floor and walls. Bizarre iconography filled the walls, depicting monstrous beasts shambling across limb-strewed and bloodied grounds. On one particular wall, the one facing the entrance door was a text covered in what seemed like blood red ink, “THE HIVE MIND HUNGERS, SATISFY IT”.
Other then the gruesome sacrificial tablets that were laid across the main hall of the hab, Elshilta paid no heed to the still living moaning carcasses at his feet. An unrecognisable form, clawed at his feet, its face charred black.
Elshilta muttered a growl and kicked back at the figure, snapping its head backwards with an audible pop and it moved no further.
The adjacent room was no more pleasant; foul, odd smelling scents filled the already putrescent air with an erratic throbbing of what seemed like a heart beat emanating from a nearby holo-projector console.
The congregation walked towards it and the lead cultist reached out to stroke a few runes. A three-dimension image of the capital city of Homeworld Asat, Valingdom immediately sprang into view. Valingdom feature a wide assortment of building types. There were habs, canteens, forges, shops and unseen hideouts. They ranged from vast hangers, huge dome shaped gardens, cubed habs and various other oblong shapes of buildings.
A particular turquoise cube caught Elshilta’s attention.
As though sensing his curiosity, Zulkan said, “The lighted cube is where we are. The other green ones are the other minor abodes of our followers. Reds are the once that represent threats such as military installations, inquisitor hideouts and suspected spy activity.”
Zulkan cleared his raspy breath with a violent fit of coughing. He then spat on the stained floor ostentatiously before stroking a series of runes. The graphic resized its image to offer a wider scale; the Asat system. Several green blips were already converging with the great bulk of the Asat Homeworld.
“Those, my fellow esteemed followers, are our broods.” Zulkan concluded with a grin across his sooty face.
An explosion ripped across the room. Two cultists were immediately obliterated and another three had their limbs blown off. Blood sputtered from their stumps.
“DAMN IT! IT’S A RAID! ELSHILTA! FOLLOW ME!” Zulkan frantically bellowed above the multiple explosions.
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