Dark Mechanicus - The Machine Cult of Junkatta
Corrosive Nights
1
The flashes of amber inside the enviro-helm of third steersman
Ronalt Wiese indicated the area he currently found himself in was slightly less
toxic than the stella-freighter graveyard he had just left. He stopped to catch
his breath against a large water tank which had long since disgorged its
contents from an uncapped vent, into the scrap metal beneath his feet. Listening
alertly, he heard no sign of the snipping metal sounds that followed him into
sleep the following night.
Ronalt looked up at the lighter brown smudge which was all
that he could make out of that systems sun in the umber sky. It was hovering
over a large industrial manufactorum sector to the west, which meant it would
soon be dark. He climbed inside the water tank which Ad-crete lined roof looked
like it could shield him from the worst of the corrosive rainfall that always
seemed to fall at twilight on this blighted forgeworld. As its scuttling
inhabitants left the dry tank Ronalt settled into the driest corner and tried
to sleep.
Ronalt woke to the industrial sounds and daemonic howls of the
manufactorum firing up to work. So horrific were the barks, shrieks and sirens
that he curled up into a foetal position and wept in despair.
Nearly an hour passed. As the slow descent of the young
steermans heart finally seemed to draw to an end, a new sound filled his ears
and silenced his breath. It was the sound of dissonant marching feet moving towards
him from the direction of the stella-freighter graveyard.
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| "The Scrap-walkers" - Skraptarii Vanguard of the Junkatta Machine Cult |
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| Estimate: Organic 30% Inorganic 50% Unknown 20% |
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| Unknown threat level |
