Author: Julian – Visual Storyteller

Airfield Hartwald

Calling in the birds of prey. This always is epic in both sound and sight. A pleasant rumble.

Vorstadt

We heard them long before we saw them. We sought their arrival as they were announced already.

The radio chatter is full of questions. Where to go, what’s inside, it’s a dead end, requesting data updates, rats, big rats, bald rats, contact, false alarm …
But when you stand at the entrance to the Inner Hive all you can see is darkness. All you can hear is water drops and the cracking noise of the radio.

Schichtwechsel. It’s EOD. Everyone rushes to escape the dark inside. Not that’s it’s not dark outside. But it’s a different kind of dark. Your spirits lift as soon as you breath the smog from the Outer Wall Section.

Cordula Druquard knew what they will be facing long before they even knew that they have to go inside. Her preparations for the Divine Machine are not done yet. That’s why she lured them inside at this wall section. The breed was stronger here. And the tunnel system was more like a labyrinth than an entrance. Still her Guard was watchful.

We have no maps. We have no clue. What we do have is that strange tickling in our necks. Oh, Blicker, where are these tunnels leading to? I can’t tell what is worse. The emptiness we feared in the outer sections or the emptiness in the sewers.

It’s day 428 and while the 381st is approaching the inner hive, the Inquisitor got a new lead on Cordula Druquard.

High Command finally made a decision. The 381st is entering the Inner Hive. After weeks of idleness. After weeks of hope and fear. Hope that we don’t have to go inside. Fear that the decision will come.
We have no clue what lies behind these walls.