The bridge of Hammer of Truth had turned into a gallery of nightmares. Valkyria's scorpion tail impaled the navigator's skull, smearing his brains onto the observation window to paint a desecrated love god's sigil. The binary prayers of the Mechanicus adepts devolved into moans of lust as their mechadendrites tangled into obscene sculptures.
"What a symphony…" The Inquisitor caressed a crystalline phallic statue on the captain's seat—carved from the former first mate's remains. The holographic star map distorted, and Black Rock's projection split into a pulsating heart, spraying violet mist with each contraction.
"Main cannon charging. Adjust target to the northern mining pit," Valkyria's voice fractured into male and female tones. "Let's deliver Lord Hakon a gift."
The second officer struggled to press the emergency override but was severed at the waist by the Inquisitor's scorpion tail. His legs twitched on the floor while crystalline growth blossomed from his severed torso like a grotesque rose.