Personal journal of Scribe-Adept Rewalt MasonBy:InquisitorVawn
The personal journal of Scribe-Adept Rewalt Mason of the Adeptus Administratum Office of Tithing and Export Management. Everyday life for an everyday man in Hive Minos on the world of Asphodel. (Author Note: I accept and welcome feedback, criticism, love it hate it - I'd love to hear from you and your thoughts. We have a forum now, in the games warhammer section. Come see us! V)
Rated: Fiction M - English - Sci-Fi/Suspense - Administratum - Chapters: 66 - Words: 53,713 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 22 - Follows: 36 - Updated: Oct 5, 2016 - Published: Jun 19, 2016 - id: 12006919
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Quartday, Gobert 1st 067.M42
We have a few days to wait while Remy tries to secure us a way to get passage up to the Navy Fleet, so we can try to get to the Commander to provide him our intel and try to turn the gaze of the Imperium where it needs to be.
Everyone else is resting as much as they can. Kel doesn't seem to sleep, but she's been working on putting our information in order, to make it more digestible for when we present it to the Navy. Nate, Jakob and Maddy are sleeping. Or at least they seem to be. They're definitely resting as much as they can.
I can't sleep. And I don't even want think about eating. Nothing will stay down, I'm having trouble enough just keeping water in my stomach. My guts are churning and clenching, I want to run out the door and start warning everybody that their lives are on a countdown, that the rest of their existence is going to be measured in weeks, if not days. I want to start a panic and a mass exodus from this world. I want to find Lizzy and get her out of whatever Mechanicus shrine she's sequestered in, to stash her away on the next ship out of the system. I want to know that Cordell is off-world and safe from all of this. I want to go home to my Mum and my Dad and my Niece and my kitten, and pretend it will be okay with them, that nothing is wrong until the first missiles fall. Maybe I should just go. Leave now, go home to my own bed and pretend none of it is happening when I wake up in the morning.
I don't want to be a part of this any more.
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