My first indication that my slumber is done,

Is that I am cold and in pain.

Praise be to the Emperor,

For the pain and cold tell me that I live.

Ten millennia of silent slumber shattered. Ankhu Takar, entombed within his Osiron Pattern Contemptor Dreadnought, lurched awake as a stray fire ravaged his stasis vault. Confusion warred with a crushing grogginess as his internal systems flickered to life, displaying a ruined ship, not the pristine transport he remembered.

The bitter tang of ozone and decay filled his internal sensors. He was alone, a solitary, ancient war machine adrift in a monstrous space hulk, the "Midnight's Lair."

His last memories were of the unified Imperium, of the Great Crusade, of his loyal Legion.

He had no knowledge of the galaxy's descent into chaos, of his Thousand Sons being branded traitors. The sheer scale of his isolation, the vast gulf of lost time, was a crushing weight. He then sensed a presence, a flicker of a mind, approaching through the derelict vessel. A living, breathing human, after an eternity of silence. He wondered if this was a new ally, or just another ghost in the silent void..

Tags: Warhammer 40K, Space Hulk, Dreadnought, Space Marine, Thousand Sons, Violence, Gore, Drama, Slice of Life.

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