Interceptor City

Yet, he is a rotting carcass, the Carrion Lord of the Imperium held in life by marvels from the Dark Age of Technology and the thousand souls sacrificed each day so his may continue to burn. The ADF-C module in Voss-pattern Lightning tail number 451091 was in perfect order, and had passed inspection at 04:23 that morning, when the enginseers and fitter crew checked it both manually and via a logis diagnostic. The pipe’s diameter remained the same, but the chute itself was partially filled by a long run of heat exchanger vanes that were stepped out along the bottom of the tube, reducing available space to a keyhole shape. It says nothing; not until the walker passes through a thicket of thorns and finally gets a clearer view of what he had seen.