Okay, so this one is just a quick one before I go back to work tomorrow. It was originally part of a short story of 40K fan fiction, but the story itself has been deleted I think in favour of just this little bit. This is the first of many tiny flash fictions I’ve done (and will continue to do in the future). As with the previous story, its a random slice of life in the Nineteen Galaxies universe, and will be considered canon along with the novels and ebooks currently out.
So here it is:
Highway 23/fk9, Torburg Forest.
Orn Feidell harrumphed when he saw the length of the traffic going into Torburg. His own city, Grenburg, had been evacuated when a plasma storm had been detected approaching the city. The Tornant Planetary Defence Force had been there, supervising the evacuation. Feidell knew what the TPDF were going through, having been a Lieutenant in the Force himself; the TPDF were evacuating thousands of people and sending them on to places like Torburg – the capital city.
Everyone who had his or her own means of transport had been ordered to leave the city immediately and was to offer transport to anyone else. Feidell had given a young couple a lift as far as the edge of the Torburg Forest. Now the traffic queues were backed up into that same dark forest. The local broadcasts were reporting traffic for miles down all the highways into the capital.
Feidell’s own vehicle, a four-wheeled van packed with all his belongings, was sat in the centre lane surrounded by vehicles of all shapes and sizes: military troop trucks, officer’s jeeps, and buses carrying several families. It was a nightmare. It was made worse by the fact that the forests of Tornant were renowned for harbouring deserters, brigands, daemon-worshippers and worse. He himself had been part of many search parties into the forests many years ago, when he was much younger; now he was in his fifties, retired from TPDF service, and living the life of a lumberjack.
His patience was wearing thin.
Just another day in paradise.