It’s a wrap...
On Issue 7 of Conflagration - the writing is all done, yay!
Have a sneak preview snippet:
“I am Mercer Darkstar, Warmaster to the Evolution,” he announced loudly, “and I require a volunteer. Who among you possesses courage enough to step forward?”
One elderly male straightened, with a grimace for the pain the movement caused him, and took an unsteady step forward. “I’m not afraid of you, you murdering junkyard mongrel.”
Darkstar snapped out his left arm, gripping the terran by the throat and hoisting him off the ground as he hefted his minigun. “Good. You alone have no need to be.” Twisting the terran around until he was facing his fellows, he opened fire, scything down the remaining prisoners with one precise arc of fire. Hurling the terran down atop the lacerated, blood-spattered bodies, he levelled his forearm blade at the organic’s throat.
“Those unfit to stand against the coming storm shall perish by my hand. Warn your leaders, Marauder. We will not stop until the galaxy is made strong. Those who lack the will and the ability to prevail will be remade in our image. This galaxy will know the might of the Evolution, or it will know death.”