Salamander

signature. Adrift in realspace for us to find.'

'Have we tried hailing it?' asked Tsu'gan, clearly suspicious.

'No response,' Pyriel told him flatly.

'And is this the source of the psychic resonance?'

'No,' Pyriel confessed. 'I have not felt that for some time. This is different entirely,' Tsu'gan's reply was pragmatic.

'Whatever the cause, vessels of that size don't simply appear in realspace crippled and without power. It's possible whoever did this is still lurking in-system. Pirates maybe?'

Dak'ir was only half-listening. He'd stepped forward to get a closer look.

'There is something on that ship,' he muttered.

The slight incline of Pyriel's head in Dak'ir's direction betrayed his interest.

'What makes you say that, brother?'

Dak'ir was taken slightly aback, though he kept the reaction from affecting his body language; he'd not realised he'd spoken out loud.

'An instinct, nothing more,' he confessed.

'Please elaborate.' The Librarian turned his scrutinising gaze upon him fully now. Dak'ir felt it like probing tendrils peeling back the layers of his subconscious, trying to get at the veiled secrets of his mind.

'Just something in my gut.'

Pyriel lingered for a moment, but then seemed content to leave it there and turned back to stare through the occuliport.

Tsu'gan's tone suggested a scowl.

'My gut is telling me we should not waste our efforts further. The Dragon Warriors are not here on this drifting husk. We should move on and let the

Vulkan's Wrath

decide what to do with her.'

'We should at least search for survivors,' Dak'ir countered adamantly.

'To what end, Ignean? The vessel is nothing but a floating tomb. There is no time for this.'

'What time do you think we need, Brother Tsu'gan?' asked Pyriel with a slight tilt of his head in the sergeant's direction. 'It has been weeks since we translated in-system, a few hours exploring this vessel won't—'

'

Archimedes Rex…'

Pyriel turned slowly at the interruption.

'What did you say?' Tsu'gan snapped.

Dak'ir was pointing through the occuliport.

'There,' he said, as if he hadn't even heard his brother's words. He was indicating the vessel's port side as they slowly came abeam. The vessel's designation was stamped there in massive letters. 'It's the name of the ship.'

Tsu'gan was nonplussed as he turned on his battle-brother.

'What of it?'

'It's…

familiar.

'

'

Meaning what, exactly - that you've seen it before? How is that even possible?'

Pyriel broke the sudden tension, evidently having come to a decision.

'Return to the Chamber Sanctuarine and prepare your squads for boarding.'

'My lord?' Tsu'gan could not see the logic in that, his pragmatism allowing him to put his issue with Dak'ir aside whilst he dealt with this latest concern.

Pyriel was disinclined to explain it to him. 'It's an order, brother- sergeant.'

Tsu'gan paused, chastened. 'Should we not at least wait for the

Vulkan's Wrath

and deploy via her boarding torpedoes?'

'No, brother-sergeant, I want to breach the Mechanicus ship quietly. Sensor arrays have discovered an open fighter bay, we can dock there.'

'I see no need for caution, Brother-Librarian,' he pressed. 'As I've said, the ship is dead.'

Pyriel's penetrating gaze fell on Tsu'gan.

'Is it, brother?'

II Archimedes Rex

The Fire-wyvern's landing

stanchions extended as the gunship came to rest in the darkness of the forge-ship's fighter bay.

Winking emergency lighting was strobing up and down the massive lozenge- shaped hangar, washing it blood-red. Squadrons of small vessels were revealed in the sporadic, visceral light.

The Salamanders deployed quickly, the rear embarkation ramp engaging as soon as they had docked. It hit the steel deck with a resounding clang, followed by the thunder of booted footsteps as the Space Marines dispersed. Mag-locks on the soles of their boots allowed them to traverse the plated floor in the absence of gravity, albeit in slightly syncopated fashion, and assume defensive positions. The manoeuvre was done by rote, but proved unnecessary. Aside from the host of dormant Mechanicus fighters, the hangar was empty. Only the echo of the Salamanders' approach, resonating off the stark, buttressed walls and up into a high, ribbed ceiling, gave any indication of life in the massive expanse.

'Leaving their fighter bay open and unsecured, someone must have fled in a hurry.' Emek's voice came through the comm-feed in Dak'ir's battle-helm. The two squads and the Librarian were synched with it in order to stay in constant contact.

'I doubt it,' growled Tsu'gan, already inspecting the many rows of small vessels. 'There looks to be a full complement here, all in dock. Nobody left this vessel. Or if they did, they didn't use any of these craft to do it.'

'Perhaps they were in the process of leaving,' offered Ba'ken, standing alongside one of the fighters. 'This glacis plate has been disengaged.'

It wasn't the only one. Several of the fighters had the glacis shields of their cockpits left unsecured; some were even wide open. It was as if the pilots, getting ready to launch, had left their posts and marched away to only the warp knew where.

'No pilots, no flight crew of any description,' added Dak'ir. 'Even the control consoles are empty.'