Daily Dabble No. 2

Daily word vomit exercise. Raw. Unedited. Unfiltered. Might end up in finished work. Who knows?

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Admiral Apportioned Land Archlyss, unflinching, said, “terminate.” His gigantic muscled frame, bedazzled in top Imperial Navy dress, stood silhouetted against the entrance to the capital ship’s bridge, a high ornate arch towering two stories high, a callback to the early eras of The Ripple War. Eras shrouded in legend. The Imperial Transnecrotic Ship, ITNS Even Stars Fear Me, existed as a spacefaring warship in part due to the inspiration of those former ages when the war was in the favor of the human imperium.

Lieutenant Outright Faithful Nire reached to press the glowing red button that would cease the brain function of over two-hundred of her comrades, some of the best trained warriors ever trained in over 25,000 generations of war. Deadwalkers and dead divers, the top professionals of the imperial transnecrotic naval fleets. Her finger hovered over the button for only a moment and pressed with finality, lingering a moment more on the cold metal. Two-hundred soul fragments crossed the threshold into the soul sphere, their physical bodies remaining behind submerged in cryo gel flash frozen in their respective soul lockers aboard the ITNS Even Stars Fear Me. The hull of the ship shook as its aspect tether locked with its deadwalkers. The world in physical reality, realspace, stilled. The surreal, spacetime distorting deadwalk began.