The first thing that Mail heard was muted screaming and cries for help. He shook his head and cried out as a headache exploded in his skull with all the fury of the Emperors Wrath. ‘Fugging bastard hell’ he reached up and cradled his head with both hands. Carefully he flipped his darkened visor down … Continue reading
“Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is Valkyrie Quebec five-niner, fifth brigade, Devil’s Own. Total engine loss, we’re going down. Mayday, mayday, mayday.” lieutenant Neeson Mail desperately tried to coax the engines back to life. “Engines’re fugged to hell and back. Shrapnel’s destroyed them!” Flight-sergeant Welch, Mail’s co-pilot was just as desperately trying to keep their ship … Continue reading