Ilina Falke woke up on a tan, ripped couch with the weight of A Scandal In Heaven's massive fist slamming into her chest. Flashes of the fight burned against the back of her eyelids as she measured the room. The curtains of the room were clipped shut with

The morning mist that rolled across the parched, cracked earth of planet fucking-nowhere was always so heavy with radiation that it spoiled all the sensors. For a moment at sunrise the view from the colossal landship, the Necromancer's Spoils, was beautiful as the rad-mist lit up and Ilina