Golgotha floated ponderously through the high clouds, attack boats and tenders moored or searching as the cradle city moved slowly over the mustard yellow clouds below.

Seekers looked for other’s in the dim dawn, other cities that floated above the poisoned earth, other cradles of the remains of humanity. Sometime for trade, sometimes for news, sometimes for war.

Telegraph lines sparked as radios from seekers spoke to the Hierophants in their iron and copper cells. And slowly the guns of Golgotha turned.

Covered in crenelated towers and gun ports, her fangs moved ponderously on the outer wheels. Two 800mm rail-guns slowly coming for face her prey.

And as the sun rose, Golgotha spoke death and pain.

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