James Meadows

Lieutenant Meadows crouched in the shadows of the space hulk’s twisted corridors, his every breath a whisper against the cold, metallic walls. The Sergeant moved ahead, his power sword humming softly as the team navigated the labyrinth of rusted bulkheads and abandoned systems.

The Scout scanned the flickering auspex, the readings flickering with strange life signs that came and went too quickly to track. The Corporal’s footsteps faltered as something skittered above, sending a chill down his spine. Surrounded by the unknown and the unseen, Lieutenant Meadows signaled to advance, knowing that the xenos were closing in with every passing second...