Author: Julian – Visual Storyteller

Everyone is rushing down streets, alleys and corridors. Eventually there’s a visible enemy. All the frustration of the last months now has something to project on. Everyone wants to be part of it, everyone wants to release their tension. Blasting, running, shouting, almost screaming in rage. There’s only one goal for today. Finish off this tomb. Finish them off.

+++ MSG >>> incoming >>> 381HQ >>> connection reestablished >>> all units scattered >>> setting rally point %73312.22 >> chk2234 <<< EOM

We found where Recon Squad was engaging. Everyone found the spot. No one cares about rallying points anymore. The skeleton warriors are pouring out of this tomb. We’ll finish it today. For the Emperor.

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.