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.
Author: Julian – Visual Storyteller
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Day 372, Outskirts, NNE Sector 32
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Day 371, Residential District HighArch
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.
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Day 371, Hab block Y38
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.
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Day 371, Hab Block Y38
Pushing forward to the unknown
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Day 370, Hab block Y38
The sweep continues. Room by room, hallway by hallway, floor by floor. There’s so many. And we don’t even see any rats. Food is scarce as well. We don’t dare go back empty handed.
Squad Renstieff showed up today with their sniper team. We’re in awe what this team has achieved so far. They are the Silent Huntresses.
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Day 365, Residential District HighArch
+++ INQ >>> Drone recon >>> CD makes contact <<< G33 +++
We know that House Druquard long since is tainted even though we never managed to get evidence. Tonight our recon drone was able to follow the Chief Trade Interrogator to a secret meeting in the abandoned streets of the noble district. And our most fearful nightmares become true when we monitor the screen picts of a Deathguard Traitor Marine.
So far it is our strongest believe that the complete stage is in our control. That we secured the perimeters. That our target is unaware of our surveillance. And that her counterpart is unaware of our existence as well. And most likely we did everything right. They really don’t know. Yet me missed a detail. As if we are part of an investigation ourselves.
