I know, they are, the Nightmares will always have a place in my heart. But we should have a change of pace.
It seemed as if the entire Hive had gathered for the Governor's speech. Shivering, oil-stained labourers stood alongside the disconcerted nobility, each wearing a baroque golden mask and accompanied by a small retinue of fussing servants, all eyes were drawn to the raised dais upon which Governor Ranal stood, or to large pict screens dusting the hive.
The Governor glowered over the crowd, his face stoney and his fists clenched. His dark hair was greying, a receding hairline plaguing the man but not completely robbing him of his regal dignity. As he spoke, his voice amplified throughout the world, the eyes and ears of an entire planet turned to their liege.
"Citizens of Aleris III, no doubt some of you will have heard of the calamity which has befallen Hive Strasth, an act of base sabotage for which the Emperor's ordained punishment is death." The Governor paused for a few heartbeats, letting his words sink in, before continuing. "There will be no place on this planet, no underhive gutter or private spire, which will shelter the enemies of the Imperium from their retribution. Heed my words, if you accursed heretics are listening to this, you are doomed.
In his hands he fidgeted with a dark dataslate, one of his personal stock, from which the most damning part of this atrocious attack could be seen. A pict of Governor Ranal and his family, found in the murdered hands of his own son, who had been crossed out in the picture. Upon the heads of his wife and children were intricate circular designs, weaving in and out of themselves, though their meaning was clear: A bullseye. A target. It had been this which had provoked Ranal to address the nation, he would never let this brazen threat go unanswered.