The Dreamless Knights

Brother Arcturian was in a dream. The power armor cladstared at something out of the corner of his eye, a squirming, drooling, shapeless thing which avoided his direct stare. For a brief moment, he wondered if it had spoken to him, a barking tone which sought to impart someterrible wisdom. His mercurial, clawed gauntlet reached out to snag the thing before, to his surprise, catching something, feeling the unseen, brittle shadow crumple under his enhanced grip. The more-than-man who had once sworn himself to a long-forgotten duty marveled as a sudden swarm of butterflies whirled across his visory, made out of crimson and moonlight. Truly, the world was full of wonder.

Sergeant Daniels was trapped in a nightmare. Huddled behind the crumpled remains of a blackened vehicle, he could only stare as Commissar Hadrian's bolt pistol barked, it's mass-reacrive shell detonating against the side of a terrifying giant's helmet to no effect. The monster swayed and Daniels dared to hope the officer had struck a mortal wound, only for it to lash out with horrifying speed, no even deigning to look as it crushed the man's torso in its grip, showering itself in gore. His home had become a charnel house of horror, and it had only just begun.