Got inspired reading through some of the craziness of the Ghoul Stars for once Tide gets out of system. Enjoy.
Omake: Come in From the Cold (AKA A quick deployment into the Ghoul Stars. In and out.)
Until All feel the Emperor's Warmth!
Such a strange saying to think of in these times. Not even our chapter's vaunted battle cry could do much to warm him.
C-cold. It is so Cold.
Things all started going to the Warp over what used to be Benumbia-382. When our Battle Barge was lost. Our small escort didn't learn what the Chapter was fighting even after it was all over.
The Emperor's Hearth. Our home. Our Warmth. Gone.
He wished it completely destroyed. Better consigned to the Cold of oblivion than perverted by whatever was on that blasted wasteland of a planet once it was extinguished.
So Cold. The Hearth was supposed to keep us warm. What now?
Our navigator was forced to make a blind jump. The screams and what was left after we hacked through the ice blocking the door will haunt him.
I am supposed to know no fear. I am not supposed to be so Cold. I am sc- don't want to be Cold.
Serfs are all long since gone. Our last librarian is trying to steer our ship out of the Warp. We have chosen to halt further amputations and granting him the Emperor's Peace until the task is done.
Emperor where is Your light? Where is Your warmth? It is Cold. We can't find Your Astronomican.
Something is wrong with us. Our Sus-An Membrane is wrong. One cycle a brother starts feeling chills. The next they are frozen over. No chemicals or hypnosis will cause them to wake.
Belephon looked so Cold. The ice was sprouting from inside him. Shards of ice penetrating through his armor.
Our Apothecary has locked himself into his Apothecarion. Last brother to try and coax him out took a Carnifex through his eye.
He smiled so wide when I finished my implantation. He used to be so warm. Now I can only see the Cold in his eyes. When did he get so Cold?
We only have some Mk Vs and Mk IIIs of power armor left. Even those are staring to fall apart as the patch jobs are failing. No one is left who knows the proper maintenance rituals.
Our last techmarine got so Cold. He laid himself down into his forge searching for warmth. He was mostly machine, he should have been used to the Cold.
We are gathering to the plasma reactors. We are pumping the life support as hard as we can, but it is still Cold. The metal looks like it is steaming but we cannot feel any warmth.
At least it will be one more hearth with my brothers. what songs should we sing as we all succumb to the Cold?
Emperor, anyone? If you can hear my prayers. Save my brothers from the Cold. Let them feel warmth, any warmth, once again.