Recon Squad found what we have been looking for. It’s some sort of portal. Unknown Xenos threat. Resistance is fierce.
+++MSG >>> OUTGOING >> 381 Recon >> Immediate request for support >> taking casualties << 22rh << 33 <<< EOM+++
The nightmares become real. Come in metallic shapes. Horrors of glowing darkness. Of distorted vocal, electric transmission and communication. High pitched. Why thirty eight? We have asked so often.
Another day, another patrol. Business as usual. The only highlight is smoking lhosticks without them commissars seeing it.
Combat patrol around the artillery compounds. The snow is melting but that’s only temporary. The ponds are filling with water. Don’t want to know what makes it so colourful.
Took a quick shot of my two fellows.
The inquisitorial retinue gathers one by one. Her savant and investigator, old, full of knowledge and wisdom, never to forget any details, broken but unbreakable
The inquisitorial retinue is almost complete and about to strike. This would be the first time openly against House Druquard. Awaiting the muscle to arrive.
Today is Kurt’s name day. Kurt „The Vox“ Urthank is our vox man. Our connection. Our ears. Our voices. Our improv talent. Not in theatre, with tech.
The dark, rat-infested alleys of Y38 lay silent. The wind stirs newspaper leaves and old posters. The shadows are filling your view and affecting your mind. Only Squad Renstieff is within its comfort zone.
So far Squad Renstieff had the best progress in reaching the sub hab. They are inside. They follow metallic, scraping noises. A vibrating sound comes and goes. It seams they are on track.
A new alley opened up – also empty. The noises are still there. Like a call. Unhuman. Hollow. Unnatural. Metallic. It’s as if you could actually see the voice.
Pushing forward to the unknown