Byzantium Crusade, Epilogue by JackElliot, literature
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Byzantium Crusade, Epilogue
Preceptory of Saint Simone, Order of Saint Magdalena
Katherine slowly swam toward the light undulating above her, like a diver striving for the surface of a dark sea. Her eyes flickered open, blinking against the intrusive, bright light. Slowly the numbness of her body wore off and she began to feel the pain of her bruises and lacerations suffered during the siege of the Imperial Governor's Palace. With the aches and pains, memories came flooding back. "Oh Simone "
"Wrong inquisitor," A familiar voice answered.
The Canoness' eyes adjusted to the light, finding herself staring at the ceiling of a hospital room painted pale yellow.
Byzantium Crusade, Chapter 46 by JackElliot, literature
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Byzantium Crusade, Chapter 46
Simone's Destiny
The sound alone of the daemonettes writhing through the breech in reality was enough to drive a human mad. And the sight of the wanton naked half-woman would ensure it. Claws where dainty feet should have been and pinchers instead of hands, should warn a man that these were not bedmates to be desired. Simone felt a curl of disgust in her belly. She could sense the wild sensuous song that rippled out from them. The call that would cripple a human with perverted lusts allowing the daemonette to kill at their pleasure.
The Inquisitor silenced herself and remembered one of the beautiful hymns she had learned as a child. She spu
Byzantium Crusade, Chapter 45 by JackElliot, literature
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Byzantium Crusade, Chapter 45
Into the Daemon's Lair
Mother Superior Katherine took a long, deep breath, holding it as the Meltaguns fired. Crimson beams arced down the hall to strike the heavy armor last doors at the end of the corridor. The heat of the weapons seemed to suck all the moisture from the air as burst after burst was poured onto the portals. Acrid smelling smoke began to waft throughout the corridor, making Katherine's eyes burn and water. The grisly lacerations on her cheek burned from the fumes, the flesh of the right side of her face held in place only by a thin layer of synthetic skin applied by Rhoda after her fight with Rebecca. The door was glowing w
Byzantium Crusade, Chapter 44 by JackElliot, literature
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Byzantium Crusade, Chapter 44
Martyrdom
The cacophony of sound in the hallway hammered at Flavia as she spun around the corner, golden cybernetic fist coiled back to strike. The two squads of Lay-Sisters, Hope and Grace, were taking cover where they could, firing their bolters down the short hall at the advancing Chaos Marines known as the Emperor's Children. They returned fire steadily as they stepped forward, heedless of the bolts slamming into their armor. Here and there, one would fall, but their ceramite powered armor, warped by the energies of the Eye of Terror, shrugged most of them away. They fired their curious sonic weapons, the hallway throbbing with the low b
Byzantium Crusade, Chapter 43 by JackElliot, literature
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Byzantium Crusade, Chapter 43
The Main Palace Hall
The wide hall was like an abattoir, reeking of blood and death. The corpses of righteous Adeptus Sororitas littered the western end of the wide corridor victims of the hideous psychic weapons of the corrupted, twisted former members of their own order, or the sonic weapons of the Chaos Marines of the apostate Emperor's Children. At the far eastern end of the hall, the bodies of their enemies seemed hardly less numerous.
Mother Elizabeth had driven Sword Mission into the Palace itself from the blood-soaked courtyard, their bolters bringing holy retribution against those who would be traitors to the Emperor and all o
Byzantium Crusade, Epilogue by JackElliot, literature
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Byzantium Crusade, Epilogue
Preceptory of Saint Simone, Order of Saint Magdalena
Katherine slowly swam toward the light undulating above her, like a diver striving for the surface of a dark sea. Her eyes flickered open, blinking against the intrusive, bright light. Slowly the numbness of her body wore off and she began to feel the pain of her bruises and lacerations suffered during the siege of the Imperial Governor's Palace. With the aches and pains, memories came flooding back. "Oh Simone "
"Wrong inquisitor," A familiar voice answered.
The Canoness' eyes adjusted to the light, finding herself staring at the ceiling of a hospital room painted pale yellow.
Byzantium Crusade, Prologue by JackElliot, literature
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Byzantium Crusade, Prologue
Prologue...Part One
Lucius Scaevola crept through the narrow alleyway, his heavy bolt pistol clutched loosely in his gloved hand. The footfalls of his rubber-soled boots were nearly silent on the asphalt, wet from the evening's earlier rain. He weaved between soaked boxes of trash, glass bottles, crumpled paper and assorted detritus of the alley. The only sound he made was the slight creak of his hard carapace armor, where the joints rubbed against the plates. His uniform and armor were dark blue with the Imperial Aquila symbol emblazoned on the chest in copper. The shoulder pauldrons were marked with copper eagles, his insignia of rank. Jud
Thunderfall, Chapter One by JackElliot, literature
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Thunderfall, Chapter One
The Sisters Arrive...Part One
Magdalena saw the distorted reflection of herself in the highly polished black tile floor as she strode through the corridors of the Emperor's Eye. The warped image of herself undulating in the floor reminded her of that horrid feeling she had every time the cruiser slipped through the Warp. She could still hear the whispers of the Daemons in the Warp, as they taunted and teased those who dared travel through their domain, the only method of interstellar travel available to the Empire. Though protected by the psychic shields around the ship, and by the awesome power of the Emperor, a woman of her piety and faith
The End
Katherine winced as she walked slowly and stiffly across the room of the infirmary. Her entire torso was tightly wrapped in semi-rigid bandages to minimize the movement of her ribs and vertebrae that were damaged in the battle against the Keeper of Secrets. For three weeks she had laid in the care of the Hospitallers of her Order. Sometimes she had been at peace. Sometimes she had been overcome with terrible grief, weeping at the loss of so many of her sisters at the loss of her beloved mentor, Magdalena.
Painfully she slipped into the red and white habit of the Order of Saint Celestine, trimmed in gold. She had rejected the Ho
Footnote To The Apocalypse by GentlemanAnachronism, literature
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Footnote To The Apocalypse
The day after the apocalypse, I read.
I find a bookshop, one of the only buildings that hasn't been destroyed by the blast. The door is locked, but the front window has a hole in it , and my shirt-wrapped fingers manage to break away enough of the splinters to create some sort of entrance. For the first time in my life, I am thankful for being small.
My hands are bleeding when I get inside. My shoulder is too - there's a sliver of glass buried in it too deep to dig out - and the gashes on my chest have opened up again, but there isn't much I can do about those. I don't want to bleed on the books, that's all.
I don't have any bandages, so
Hey! I just hit 10000 deviation views!
I should celebrate by drawing something!
And it just so happens that this evening, I ordered a Wacom Cintiq 12WX drawing tablet. I'm hoping that the opportunity to draw directly into digital format will let me do more sketching more often. So here's hoping that in a few weeks I'll have some more artwork to share.
Also, still playing around with Google Sketchup, so I'll put up a few more models as well.
When are you going to get off your ass and write again? And I notice you never took my advice and put your stories up on Fanfiction.net. Anyway, I hope you'll start writing again. I do have a suggestion though. Why don't you write about the Adepta Sororitas back when they were the Brides of the Emperor? Or write about the interaction between the Adepta Sororitas in the now in private? The feelings they may have for one another and the Emperor, or write about them in the future rebelling against the perceived corruption of the Imperium and the treatment they get from the Church for being women. You know, the whole women aren't priests thing from your last story?
lol. Well, honestly I wasn't planning on writing any more sororitas stuff for now. The muse has moved me on to new projects for a while...which I don't have much time for anyway...