AGP- Fumbles Random

After Fumbles arrived, in addition to the electricity thrown off by the sleeping Zoanthrope, we had to deal with freak indoor snowstorms, a few instances of spontaneous gravity reversal, and all sorts of creepy noises and visions. On two occasions the effects were so bad that Sarge considered dumping the accident-prone psyker off the pallet and leaving him behind, but the Xenologist adept insisted that he stay. Luckily, Hannah's augmetics didn't take that long to start working again after they spontaneously locked up, and the minor daemon only made in three steps before a combination of pulse-fire and what might be called a Power Wrench turned it into chunky salsa.

Despite all the complications, we made incredibly good time on our mad sprint, covering something like a kilometer in just under six minutes. That wasn't quite fast enough though. We'd reached the final stretch, and could see Jim holding the door open, when the ominous sort of psychic pressure we'd been feeling suddenly ratcheted up. As the pressure mounted, Fumbles gibbered something like "It sees, it knows, IT HUNGERS," and then the entire corridor filled with a torrential downpour of blood.

Everything slowed to a crawl as the first drop of blood hit Sarge's face. Memories of two psykers in a cargobay flitted through his mind, and he slowly began to reach towards Fumbles.

Then everything exploded.

There were actually two explosions.

The first was a sort of psychic concussion. For a second the rain of blood paused in midair, then there was a crack of energy, and a wave of force radiated outwards from Fumbles. It was strongest at its epicenter: and all three of the pallet's human passengers were thrown off. Tink and the Adept both slammed into the corridor's walls while Fumbles flew upward, inexplicably stuck to the ceiling for a second, then flopped to the floor with an unpleasant splash.