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	Heisen eyed off the big man, one of a dozen marines the Kraken had assigned to mind him during their voyage aboard the Battle Barge Herlov. This particular marine had introduced himself as Dansk, but to Heisen they all looked alike; skin so pale as to be alabaster, inky black eyes totally devoid of white, hair, when present, little more than a tuft of ashen blonde. Heisen had started sorting them into two categories: Friendly and unfriendly. So far Dansk was squarely in the unfriendly category.		Heisen eyed off the big man, one of a dozen marines the Kraken had assigned to mind him during their voyage aboard the Battle Barge Herlov. This particular marine had introduced himself as Dansk, but to Heisen they all looked alike; skin so pale as to be alabaster, inky black eyes totally devoid of white, hair, when present, little more than a tuft of ashen blonde. Heisen had started sorting them into two categories: Friendly and unfriendly. So far Dansk was squarely in the unfriendly category.
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	"Burn it." Isaias replied after a time, "Burn it, and deny we ever received him. We take care of our own."		"Burn it." Isaias replied after a time, "Burn it, and deny we ever received him. We take care of our own."

	===See Also===		==See Also==
	{{Template:ListStarKrakChro}}		{{Template:ListStarKrakChro}}

	[[Category: Stories]][[Category:Stories/Warhammer_40,000]]		[[Category: Stories]][[Category:Stories/Warhammer_40,000]]

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	"Look again, Inquisitor. This time with your eyes."		"Look again, Inquisitor. This time with your eyes."

	He glared at the marine, and looked again out of the viewport. For the briefest flicker of a moment he saw the. visage, the stars against the black. Then it ~~dissapated~~, his eyes watered slightly, and something deep within his psyche twinged. Then he saw it. The stars were an illusion, painted in by his minds eye and his expectations. What he actually saw was; "Nothing." Heisen's voice was hushed, struck by some terrifying awe, "I don't see anything."		He glared at the marine, and looked again out of the viewport. For the briefest flicker of a moment he saw the visage, the stars against the black. Then it dissipated, his eyes watered slightly, and something deep within his psyche twinged. Then he saw it. The stars were an illusion, painted in by his minds eye and his expectations. What he actually saw was; "Nothing." Heisen's voice was hushed, struck by some terrifying awe, "I don't see anything."

	"We sank into the Deep an hour ago" Dansk rumbled. They sat in silence after that, Heisen staring wildly out the viewport, desperately attempting to discern any detail in the black. There was nothing: no stars, no light, not even the roiling ~~whisp~~ of one nebulous cloud against another.		"We sank into the Deep an hour ago" Dansk rumbled. They sat in silence after that, Heisen staring wildly out the viewport, desperately attempting to discern any detail in the black. There was nothing: no stars, no light, not even the roiling wisp of one nebulous cloud against another.

	A deep hum interrupted his thoughts, a bass trembling which seemed to reverberate through the ship's hull, and through his bones, splitting his head with it's resonate ductility.		A deep hum interrupted his thoughts, a bass trembling which seemed to reverberate through the ship's hull, and through his bones, splitting his head with it's resonate ductility.
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	He got to his feet and began to jog slowly, getting his bearings, looking for a divide in the corridor he'd always been rushed past. They'd trodden these labyrinthine corridors around his stateroom many times in the last few weeks, he and whatever marine handler had been guiding him. Somehow, no matter how random his chosen course, he always wound up back at his stateroom, with his minder smugly asking him if he was satisfied with this tour. The forbidden corridor, which he'd always been patronizingly guided away from - 'for his own safety' -quickly opened up onto a great hall, towering several decks high. Above his head, strung up to the roof, was the corpse of some great beast. Its body was an inky black, shot through with deep red veins, and from its maw spawned hundreds of tendrils, smaller versions of the powerful tentacles suspended around the monstrosity, each so long it had to be looped back on itself several times just to fit inside the chamber. A void kraken. Just an infant, too, if the reports he'd read were true.		He got to his feet and began to jog slowly, getting his bearings, looking for a divide in the corridor he'd always been rushed past. They'd trodden these labyrinthine corridors around his stateroom many times in the last few weeks, he and whatever marine handler had been guiding him. Somehow, no matter how random his chosen course, he always wound up back at his stateroom, with his minder smugly asking him if he was satisfied with this tour. The forbidden corridor, which he'd always been patronizingly guided away from - 'for his own safety' -quickly opened up onto a great hall, towering several decks high. Above his head, strung up to the roof, was the corpse of some great beast. Its body was an inky black, shot through with deep red veins, and from its maw spawned hundreds of tendrils, smaller versions of the powerful tentacles suspended around the monstrosity, each so long it had to be looped back on itself several times just to fit inside the chamber. A void kraken. Just an infant, too, if the reports he'd read were true.

	The walls of the modified room - a temple, a mess, a museum? Heisen couldn't tell - were also ~~resplendid~~ with artwork and trophies.He moved slowly through the hall, inspecting each mural. They seemed to be a rough history of the company, each mural depicting a victory over some foe, punctuated at various points by twisted fragments of hull taken from the defeated vessel. Heisen paused, and looked up again at the corpse of the infant kraken.		The walls of the modified room - a temple, a mess, a museum? Heisen couldn't tell - were also resplendent with artwork and trophies.He moved slowly through the hall, inspecting each mural. They seemed to be a rough history of the company, each mural depicting a victory over some foe, punctuated at various points by twisted fragments of hull taken from the defeated vessel. Heisen paused, and looked up again at the corpse of the infant kraken.

	Were these marines simply celebrating their history, or were they dedicating each fallen enemy to the kraken? Had they fallen to idolatry and started worshiping their namesake instead of the God-Emperor?		Were these marines simply celebrating their history, or were they dedicating each fallen enemy to the kraken? Had they fallen to idolatry and started worshiping their namesake instead of the God-Emperor?
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	"It may have been fortuitous, Brother-Captain." Dansk pushed his way to the front of the crowd, all murmuring as they observed the dead boy, "I sensed he bore us much ill will."		"It may have been fortuitous, Brother-Captain." Dansk pushed his way to the front of the crowd, all murmuring as they observed the dead boy, "I sensed he bore us much ill will."

	"Look at his face!" another said, "That's not a ~~rictor~~ of pain, it is hate. Hate unadulterated. He could have caused us much damage."		"Look at his face!" another said, "That's not a rictus of pain, it is hate. Hate unadulterated. He could have caused us much damage."

	"Better he die like this, a sneak and a spy as he truly was, than dead by our hands!" Dansk yelled, to a wave of agreement.		"Better he die like this, a sneak and a spy as he truly was, than dead by our hands!" Dansk yelled, to a wave of agreement.

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	===See Also===		===See Also===
	{{Template:ListStarKrakChro}}		{{Template:ListStarKrakChro}}

			[[Category: Stories]][[Category:Stories/Warhammer_40,000]]

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	"Burn it." Isaias replied after a time, "Burn it, and deny we ever received him. We take care of our own."		"Burn it." Isaias replied after a time, "Burn it, and deny we ever received him. We take care of our own."

			===See Also===
			{{Template:ListStarKrakChro}}

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