Fire in the Void
The chronicled account of Brother-Sergeant Kael'en Dra'vok, Salamanders 4th Company
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Part IV – The Enemy's Face.
Through the smoke and ruin stepped a figure of dark command: Captain Malric Veyden, a cunning warlord of the Astral Claws. Unlike.his liege, Lugft Huron, he did not rely on charisma or spectacle. His strength lay in numbers, strategy, and precision. Behind him, a tide of Silver and Blue-armored warriors spilled forth, bolters spitting death, chainswords revving in mechanical glee.
Veyden’s eyes glinted with malice as he surveyed the battlefield. “The Salamanders bleed,” he whispered through vox, each word a blade of taunting ice. “Yet they will not fall until the last breath is spent.” His command brought coordination to the chaotic corridors, every reinforcements deployed with terrifying timing.
Bray’Arth raised his weapons, feeding flames through the hallway. Bolter fire and close-combat fury tore through Veyden’s forces, but the sheer weight of the enemy pushed back the Salamanders. Kael'en’s squad found themselves isolated, flanked on both sides. The narrow corridors became deathtraps, and every step forward demanded the courage of Imperial Heroes.
Malric Veyden himself struck with deadly precision, a whirlwind of sword and bolt, carving through space and flesh. His presence unnerved even the most stalwart Salamanders, forcing them to recognize the depth of the threat. It was not merely a battle; it was a crucible of attrition and will.
The Salamanders braced. Even in the face of staggering numbers, even in the shadow of a cunning warlord, they would not falter. The fire of Nocturne would find its mark.
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So the end of Dreadtober approaches, and I've not gotten Bray'arth Ashmantle completed.
Le sigh...
In spite of my best efforts, I've had to put the hobby down for a bit and take care of the Mrs who is having health problems.
I have managed to get Bray'arth's right arm completed fully to give an idea of where I am going with him eventually:
And the full Dreadnaught for the deadline and how far I got:
I had to ditch the printed base as it warped for some reason, so I'll scratch build starship bases when I get into Project Badab fully.
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The Hall of Flames
The munitions corridor was a death trap. Ammunition racks stretched for fifty meters, volatile promethium tanks lining the walls. Kael’en hesitated for a fraction of a second—but Bray’Arth did not.
He ignited both flamers, the streams merging into an inferno that devoured the length of the hall. The Astral Claws screamed as fire rolled over them, detonating shells and fuel in a chain of explosive purgation. The shockwave washed over Bray’Arth’s armor, bathing him in a glow of righteous fury.
When the smoke cleared, the corridor was gone—transformed into a twisted, glowing passage of melted steel. The few survivors stumbled through the haze, their armor sloughing from their bodies. Bray’Arth strode among them, claws striking down the fallen like an executioner in a temple of flame.
Kael’en’s voice came softly over the vox, reverent, almost prayerful.
“Ashes to ashes. Fire to fire.”
Bray’Arth’s response was a low, mechanical growl.
“Thus the forge is purified.”
He moved onward, unyielding, as the fires of his wrath continued to burn behind him.
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Until next time, have nice day...
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