Inktober 2026 21
Inktober 2026 21, Hero
Scream of metal. Deck plates buckling underfoot. The hull is tearing open and the air is going, and someone is screaming for a medic, and it might be me.
Then through the smoke and steam, a shape. Massive. Unmoving. Power armour, scorched but standing, the skull on its chest glowing through the haze.
We’re not dead. He came. The hero came.
Hero.
