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Through the frigid metal of the broken hull echoed drumbeats from the depths. Somewhere buried in the carcass of the stranded vessel, there remained a beating heart. Its pulse could felt on every deck, in every crumpled bulkhead and leaking piping. Much of the machinery aboard the crashed starship had refused to die.

When they had first entered the vessel through the pitch-black crack, all-encompassing darkness had devoured the Ruby Marines. For a long time after passing over the threshold into the derelict hulk, their torches had illuminated only boundless voids and halls within the vessel. Only after searching for hours on end, had the scouts found entrances into the deeper innards of the ship. In those smaller corridors, lights had returned. Burning lanterns and flickering globes illuminated the halls, returning to life for a scant few seconds in intervals of every half an hour. In those surges of sputtering energy, entire sections of the vessel returned to life, doors and ventilation spurring to life once again, lights overwhelming the absolute darkness and revealing the horrors the ship had endured.

On their way deeper down, the Ruby Mariners followed those persisting intervals. With every deck they descended, the frequency of light and noise seemed to grow, and before long the spasms of energy shook the compartments beneath their feet, filled their vox casters with garbled transmissions and even showing them visions of barely projected memories.
Everything about them invoked a sense of direction, an eerie sense of something alive, and a hint of a warning in every screeching interval.
What was left alive of the ship after being stranded so long, would at best be a crazed remnant of what the vessel once had been. At the worst, they were walking right toward whatever cause had left it stranded on the moon.

...

At the lowest point surviving point of the ship, an entire deck, reinforced with extra armor and skeletal structure, had buried itself nearly thirty meters into the loose regolith rock of the moon. Within it, miraculously, the source of all these energies remained intact, but it was not the ships dying the main reactor.
The energy, so the leader of the Ruby Mariners reported amid prayers to the Golden Throne, was channeled directly through the warp engine, surrounded by a sphere of meager Gellar fields that held, but had done so at great expense for the past twenty centuries.

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Description
985.M41

Through the frigid metal of the broken hull echoed drumbeats from the depths. Somewhere buried in the carcass of the stranded vessel, there remained a beating heart. Its pulse could felt on every deck, in every crumpled bulkhead and leaking piping. Much of the machinery aboard the crashed starship had refused to die.

When they had first entered the vessel through the pitch-black crack, all-encompassing darkness had devoured the Ruby Marines. For a long time after passing over the threshold into the derelict hulk, their torches had illuminated only boundless voids and halls within the vessel. Only after searching for hours on end, had the scouts found entrances into the deeper innards of the ship. In those smaller corridors, lights had returned. Burning lanterns and flickering globes illuminated the halls, returning to life for a scant few seconds in intervals of every half an hour. In those surges of sputtering energy, entire sections of the vessel returned to life, doors and ventilation spurring to life once again, lights overwhelming the absolute darkness and revealing the horrors the ship had endured.

On their way deeper down, the Ruby Mariners followed those persisting intervals. With every deck they descended, the frequency of light and noise seemed to grow, and before long the spasms of energy shook the compartments beneath their feet, filled their vox casters with garbled transmissions and even showing them visions of barely projected memories.
Everything about them invoked a sense of direction, an eerie sense of something alive, and a hint of a warning in every screeching interval.
What was left alive of the ship after being stranded so long, would at best be a crazed remnant of what the vessel once had been. At the worst, they were walking right toward whatever cause had left it stranded on the moon.

...

At the lowest point surviving point of the ship, an entire deck, reinforced with extra armor and skeletal structure, had buried itself nearly thirty meters into the loose regolith rock of the moon. Within it, miraculously, the source of all these energies remained intact, but it was not the ships dying the main reactor.
The energy, so the leader of the Ruby Mariners reported amid prayers to the Golden Throne, was channeled directly through the warp engine, surrounded by a sphere of meager Gellar fields that held, but had done so at great expense for the past twenty centuries.

See the full Crusade: brass-and-iron.fandom.com/wiki…

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Warhammer 40k fanart.