Heavy support is rolling out.

The snow came back last night, not heavy, refreshing the coldness of the woodland. The wind does the rest to make you feel more uncomfortable.


Heavy support is rolling out.

The snow came back last night, not heavy, refreshing the coldness of the woodland. The wind does the rest to make you feel more uncomfortable.


Coms went down. The signals are disrupted. Strong electrical waves vibrate in all vox boxes. Dispatch riders are now rushing down the streets to keep the operation running.

Instructions told us to rush to those coordinates. And yet we must have taken a wrong turn. There seem to be some tunnels quite intact. Even electricity is running. We saw middle class hive citizens chatting with each other. Completely ignoring us passing by.



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.
