There’s rumor that one of them newly assigned commissars has single handedly stood her ground in the outskirts of the hive while fog of pestilence evaporated from hidden tunnels in the ground. For me that sounds like wasteland buzz.
Category: Transcendent Decay
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Day 327, Hab Block Y56
It must have been a nightmare. In the darkness something emerged kinda out of nowhere. The sentries are still missing. Whether they ran away or were dragged away – we don’t know. That’s the most insane part. This place makes you paranoid.
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Day 324, Hab Block Y38
Command wanted to see progress so they are going into those habitats which seemed clear enough. Obviously someone had to say that things aren’t looking that bad which was followed by inquisitive questions on why habitat Y38 was not in our hands yet. I bet they uplinked that situation to higher control which is now denying any relief. Let’s grunt on.
+++RECON2SQD>>CMD>>Activity sighted in hab Y38<<REQUESTING ORDERS++EOM++ … rqst … rqst … rqst … snd … ++UPLINK FAILED++
We need to get this message delivered! Zooming in pict data for more details.
+UPLINK REESTABLISHED>>RECON2SQD>>CMD>>Retrieving FIRE<<REQUESTING ORDERS++EOM++ … rqst … rqst … rqst … snd … ++UPLINK FAILED++
Today is no good day. While command presses on, longing for quick success our recon squad is pinned down by a new threat. We’ve seen and held those back before. But it is very unlikely that those were the only ones in this weird theatre.
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Day 324, Hab Block J75
The situation becomes even more crazy. No news from Y38 Recon Squad. Command announces clearance of Y38 within the next three days. We just heard rumors that a block near Y38 collapsed. Also words of a new nightmare are whispered. We tripwired communication uplinks and Orbit awaits victory within the month … the Emperor protects.I’ll go smoking a lhostick Chilper just gave me.
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Day 321, Hab Block District
We are still going deeper into the habitats. Heretics was the word a comrade was using. We did have occasional encounters in the last days. But nothing severe. Apart from the voices in the air. And the snarls in the sewers. In the resting hours we try to sleep. My #lhostick pack is empty. We continue, two by two, sweeping each single floor of each single complex. Command can’t tell us where to search.
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Day 312, Outskirts
After dusk we are going on combat patrol. We can’t see much in the twilight as the toxic smog of the wastelands are filling the air. It’s greenish glow is reflected in the few remaining windows in front of us. We can’t see. We can’t hear because command ordered one of our proud tanks to join. Any surprise we might have had now is gone. Whichever enemy awaits they are ready. Combat patrol turning into call for combat. Hopefully our brothers inside the city will survive until relieved.
