“Curtis! Get us in close!” Lazerus bellows.
Firing on full auto Stig plays the turret mounted heavy stubbers of the exterior of the looming mine rig. The heavy rounds punch holes in the plating and splash sparks from the superstructure.
Curtis stomps on the accelerator pedal and the Dakar speeds past the lumbering crawlers and closes with the outpost. The cascading purple lightning chains reveal the massive blast doors of the vehicle bay are closed and a drift of toxic soot three meters deep almost covers them.
“Spread out and keep moving, may the emperor guide your way, ” She shouts into the vox.
The other crawlers veer off coming at the rig from every direction at once.
Everyone holds their breath waiting for the killing las bolt that never comes.
Lucious trapped in his mind screams back in defiance all the time in bianary, “I AM HERE DAEMON! MY UTILIZATION IS AS PLANNED FOR THE OMNISSIAH! MY EMPIRE STANDS STRONG DAEMON, THE FORGES BURN BRIGHT AND HOPE IS INFLAMED WITHIN THE HEARTS OF MARS! YOUR EMPIRE IS THE ONE THAT HAS BEEN DECIMATED DAEMON, FOR YOU SURVIVE WHERE THE GUTTERS DARE NOT RUN!.”
The mechanical bird head twists sharply from side to side. The fires of it’s many eyes forming unholy symbols, forbidden tech diagrams and mechanical schematics.
“YOU ARE BUT SPARE PARTS TO USED IN THE CREATION OF TRULY INSPIRED WORKS OF THE DARK MECHANISM!!! YOUR BODIES ARE BUT RAW MATERIALS TO BE HARVESTED!! I WILL DEVOUR YOUR SOULS AND YOUR CORPSES SHALL BE THE BUILDING BLOCKS OF THE GRAND ARCHITECT!! COME TO ME!!! COME LITTLE COG!!! I DEMAND IT!!!” A terrible sound like a burning motor fills the priests mind and he realizes it is laughter.
There is a flash of white sparks and Lucius screams, a shrill string of binary which soars to a high pitch whistle. The priest jerks spasmodically as a loud series of pops comes from inside him and blue sparks fly from his hood. Lucius slumps forward the stench of burning meat and plastic and a thick black smoke begin to fill the cabin.
Lucius is stunned. His mind blasted. He stares at his dusty metal feet trying hard to recall who and where he is. He can faintly hear shouting all around him.
Outside orange hazard lights begin to flash and the blast doors to the vehicle bay begin to slide open on rusted rails. The dune of ash shifts slowly down into the outposts interior.