'Call of the Deep'
Welp, this is my contribution to the Jaws. Like it, hate it, retcon it at will. I don't really care.
It was whispering to him now. Cold, unfeeling. Tendrils in his mind, grabbing aimlessly at thoughts.
Everything else seemed like static in comparison. The screaming, the shouting, the roar of bolterfire. Go a little further, it said. Just a bit more, it echoed. At first, he was surprised, wary. But as the voice spoke, and everything seemed to become insignificant, he realized, almost belatedly, he had become incredibly calm. Everything felt as though it was as it should be. Like pieces falling into place...
It was waiting for him. He didn't know where... he just had to keep going. Further. Deeper.
How far had he traveled now? It didn't matter. The voice was louder, and he started to see, but what he saw, he could not describe with words or thoughts. He raised his bolter, and he let loose with all the rounds he could unleash.
Just a bit more, it said. Just a bit further, it echoed.