Warhammer fanfic oneshot multiple stories.

Echoes in the Warp

In the depths of the void, at the edge of known space where the Astronomican’s light barely reached, the *Krevath* hung in the blackness like a ghost ship of old, adrift and forgotten. Once a proud vessel of the Imperial Navy, its hull now drifted in silent decay, dark and rusted, barely more than a jagged silhouette against the endless sea of stars. Once-gleaming plates of adamantium armor, now warped and twisted, jutted outward as if trying to escape, bearing scars from countless battles and endless years adrift in the void.

Inside, the ship was eerily still, a hushed tomb of fading memories. The once-bustling corridors, where the sound of boots had once echoed against steel bulkheads, now lay silent and dark. Flickering lights cast long, distorted shadows, creating a ghostly dance of light and dark. The air was cold and thin, filled with the scent of rust and decay, and the only sound was the soft groaning of metal contracting in the freezing emptiness.

Deep in the heart of the ship, in the shattered remains of the command bridge, Captain Livia Gaius sat slumped in her command chair, her face gaunt and pale in the flickering glow of malfunctioning consoles. Her eyes, shadowed and hollow from sleepless nights, scanned the half-functioning systems. For what seemed like an eternity, she had watched the status screens flicker and fade, each red warning light signaling another part of the ship failing, another crewmember lost, a new name now written in red.

It had been months—perhaps longer—since the Warp storm had swallowed the *Krevath*, dragging it off course and into the howling madness of the immaterium. Days and nights had blurred together, time bending and warping in the cursed place. Every moment stretched out, an endless expanse of darkness and confusion, the ship adrift in a sea of insanity.

Livia’s gaze drifted to the vox console, where a weak signal flickered in and out of static. A voice echoed from the machine, distorted and warbled—a desperate call she had sent days ago, pleading for help. She didn’t remember when she had sent it, only that she had. The Warp had a way of unraveling memory, twisting reality and thought into an impossible tangle.

"Captain Livia Gaius of the *Krevath*, to any Imperial vessel, do you copy?" The message repeated, a broken echo of her own voice. It played over and over again, a haunting reminder of her isolation.

She reached out with a trembling hand, fingers brushing against the cold metal of the vox controls. Her voice cracked as she tried to speak, her throat dry and raw from disuse. "This is Captain Livia Gaius of the *Krevath*. I repeat, is anyone out there?"

The vox hissed and crackled, spitting static and noise. For a long moment, there was nothing—only the empty silence of the void. But then, through the static, she heard a voice—a whisper, soft and distant, barely more than a breath.

"We hear you, Captain," it murmured. "We are coming."

A shiver ran down Livia's spine, cold and sharp like a blade. The voice was familiar, yet strange, carrying an eerie resonance that made her skin crawl. "Identify yourself," she demanded, forcing strength into her voice.

The reply was slow and almost languid, a cold whisper that sent a chill through her bones. "We are your salvation, Livia. We are what remains."

She tensed, her hand instinctively moving to her sidearm, fingers wrapping around the cold grip of her laspistol. The shadows seemed to stretch around her, reaching out like ghostly fingers. "Who are you?" she asked again, her voice barely more than a whisper.

There was a pause, and then the voice spoke again, closer now, as if it were standing right beside her. "We are here, Livia. We have always been here."

Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic rhythm that echoed in the silence. The darkness around her seemed to thicken, pressing in on all sides, and she felt a cold sweat trickle down her back. "Show yourself," she ordered, though she wasn’t sure she wanted to see.