Fierce, intense. Bitter and grim. Face to face. Point blank. Swords, shovels, bayonets, grenades. Smoke and fire. It’s done. The tomb collapsed. No exit. One chapter closed. Recommendations go to all participating squads and to Augusta Vetch (201st Inquisition Commissar, 2nd Class). The Emperor was with us today.
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.
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.
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.
Pushing forward to the unknown
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.
