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The grinding of the wrecked transport slowly, but surely ground to a halt. Joric knew that they had arrived precisely where they needed to be. The voice of the Sentinel pilot crackled through his vox device.

"All men within the uh...transport, we have arrived at Docking Bay 12. You are clear to exit."

Joric smiled.

"Thanks for the pick-up pilot, after this we owe you a drink."

The pilot chuckled.

"I believe you do trooper, the Emperor protects."

The Sentinel then walked away; I sure as Hell hope so , he thought. The other troopers began to leave the transport. Joric was the second to last to leave; as he walked out, the sound of a thump manifested to the left. It was Meryn, he rushed to his feet with his lasrifle pointing at the corpse of a large skate. Joric chuckled.

"Don't worry kid, its completely dead."

The boy-soldier rose to his feet sheepishly and quickly. Joric simply patted his shoulder in reassurance. In the corner of his eyes, he spotted a nearby armoury, ramshackle, but still there. He approached and immediately his eyes caught sight of a weapon that intrigued him. It was a laslock revolver, it would certainly make for a better back-up than the laspistol. Immediately he removed it and exchanged it for the revolver, strapping it to his jacket as required. The quartermaster then pointed them in the direction of work that needed doing. Immediately Joric, Einarth and the kids began to work, clearing up crates and fallen debris. A particular troublesome container slammed hard into his side, causing to snarl in pain. Breaking him from this internal train of thought as he and finished, the sound of more Sentinels began to enter. Something with one of them, while the rest opened, this Sentinel appeared battered and unable to open. Joric quickly free his power shovel and climbed to the top of the walker, attempting to breach the hatch open. He turned to the others.

"A little help please?"

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The walk seemed endless to him...

As he was crawling, his muscles aching, coughing blood up his mouth from the impact his front had suffered all he could do was cling to the solid matter hoping for salvation. When your blood froze on your wounds it was as good as any bandage he had learned although not as sufficient. Then the loud crack came.

The chunk of ice fell right in front of him and blasted in a million deadly icicle daggers. His cheeks and hands got slashed and the impact knocked him aside.
Lying again face down in the snow, enjoying the taste of his own frozen blood he almost dozed off.

"I cannot give up." He thought, as the small creatures were encircling him. "I must not, I haven't even done it...". This was no place for tears. All his strength was meaningless though, the snow rising around him plunging him deeper and the things almost at his back.

Large snowflakes covered part of his head and he could not really figure out what happened. Had they eaten him? Had they torn his limbs and the bone had frozen bare against the wind? Or was the snow coming from some heavenly realm?

"I haven't even talked to her yet...".

What he saw afterwards would have confirmed his first suspicions if the psyker wasn't launching projectiles at unseen enemies. After he and a priest exchanged some words, a force lifted him where he couldn't even move his legs, and patted him on the ground enough so he could stand.

"Come child, come to the armory where your brothers and sisters need you."
It was the first time a priest had helped Oliver but he didn't care at all because it was just the time he needed it most. He could feel his spirits rekindled again and half-limping half-stumbling he followed the duo to a small bunker door that eventually led them to the armory.

He saw there was past commotion and some weapons set up but his mind was too tired to think about it. While walking all he could do was observe right and left for any signs of her but it seemed he was too far. "As usual." He thought. Pulling negative thoughts out of his mind he sat silent while the medic was tending to his wounds and bruises. Nothing changed, nor the commotion, nor the sound of the machinery and definitely not his attitude.

After that he was up and bandaged full. He made his way towards a place where he could find gear he would probably need soon. He would be quite a show with bandages all around his ribs, shoulders and on the right side of his neck but he couldn't care less. After putting his chain knife to charge he left a queue for a new Ice Pick since his last was right now stuck in the spine of a skate somewhere out there and he also eyed a good looking Chain Shovel.

It would help him against lunging beasts better than the chain knife and it would be better to dig up thick snow around him when no skates willing to be ridden were nearby, he hoped so he sought to replace his own shovel for one such. He stood waiting for his gear wondering if he would meet any known guardsman or any of his fellow officers from which he got initially separated.

"Where are you?"

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The other sentinels moved forward, with Boris and a few more struggling to keep up. Cursing as the control panel sparked and smoke filled the canopy, Boris finally reached one of the doors and started drilling. While he was drilling through the door, a part of the vehicle suddenly exploded in sparks and flames. Boris was suddenly pushed back into his seat. Covering his nose and mouth, he felt as if he eyes were being burnt out of their sockets. He kept on pushing through the pain and continued drilling. These people needed his help, and he was going to deliver it. Finally drilling a big enough hole through the door, a flood of civilians poured through the gap he had made. With the job done, Boris attempted to open the emergency hatch. Trying again and again he finally realized that it wouldn't work. Despite this, he still struggled with it, attempting to escape the smoke that was slowly sapping the life from him. After what seemed like an eternity of trying to open the emergency hatch, Boris sat back and just slowly awaited his death. At least he died doing something right.

The sentinel was suddenly lifted up by an outside force and was locked into place somewhere. The emergency hatch was suddenly torn off, and Boris was pulled out of the vehicle. He took a deep breath of fresh air and simply couldn't believe he was still alive. He turned to the man who pulled him out of the sentinel and saw it was the Techpriest Vladimir. They never talked much before, he was always a quiet one. Boris stood up and noticed a wall of weapons in the repair bay. Walking over to Vladimir, he tapped him on the shoulder.

"Thank you for the help, I owe you my life".

Boris pointed to the multi-las sitting on the wall of the repair bay.

"Do you think you can install that on my sentinel? I'm going to need all the firepower I can get"
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The civilians got back to work, closing the door and freeing the last few pockets of civilians free. For a group of scared, unbloodied civilians, Juliette was impressed with their fortitude. *They'll need it in the days to come* he thought cynically to herself. She invaded the group of civilians who had helped her bring down the skate. They were congratulating each other on a job well done.
"Job's not done yet boys." She interjected.
"Didn't you hear the Cardinal..." The youth thought about stopping there, before a stern glare from Juliette told him to do so would be unwise "...ma'am. The xenos are fleeing. The battle is won."
"The battle maybe, but the war is far from over." She said just loud enough for these would be soldiers to hear. Better they learn that now, as she intended for them to fight in the next battle.

"You there..." She gestured to another man she didn't know. "...pass me that flamer." He did so and she held it in her hands. It had a good weight to it and she felt that she'd feel far more safe against one of those beasts she faced with this than her shotgun, trusty as it was. "Here." She said chucking her gun to the same man, who caught it with a look of surprise. "When you make your way over to the vehicle bay, you are to find the first ranking officer and enlist, post-haste." With that she turned away from the group, certain she would need to direct some operation elsewhere.
"I was thinking I'd just go to my family..." One teenager tried to explain, his voice tailing off as Juliette turned around, her face set like iron. Her voice was harsh and brokered no argument.
"Do not mistake that for a requests, boy. Geminar calls and you will answer." Silence followed in the wake of her words. "I know your faces. I'll see you enlisted if I have to drag you myself." Anyone who had thought about offering a similar excuse thought better of it and she left the group in silence.

"Errmmm...ma'am Juliette!" A voice from the direction of docking bay D12. *Please, let it be good news.* she prayed. She wasn't sure much else could go wrong. "What?!" Her voice called back, shriller and showing more of her nerves than she had intended. She heard the click-opening of the magnetic doors and instinctively gripped her new gun tighter, half-expecting something terrible to burst through. When she saw what it really was, she sighed and her grip relaxed. "About bloody time!" She shouted with the fainted edge of a laugh at the end. After all that had happened today, she was relieved to see the sentinels walk through the docking bay doors. All of them without fail looked beaten to hell. She hoped against hope that the next battle would not be for some time, so that the tech-priests could repair these mighty machines. For now, the fact that any were standing at all was all she needed to comfort her. Hope was not all lost.

Juliette recovered from her sentimentality. They had a job to do. There would be a time to slump into exhaustion sleep later, but for now there still had to be order. She approached the one of the sentinals "Is it safe to transport these civilians to te vehicle bay?" she asked. "Aye miss. There is a makeshift shelter to provide protection from the storm. They can make their way across."
"Wonderful, tell the other sentinels for hold for a moment."
"Will do miss." She stood on an ammunition crate to make herself seen and heard. "Alright, listen up! There is a safe passage to the vehicle bay outside. I want everyone not currently in a work team to make their way out the left of the doors to docking bay D12. Make your way to the vehicle bay pronto." People made themselves busy, grabbing their supplies and rushing off to the questionable safety of the vehicle bay. As the crowds of civilians began to empty out of the armoury, she called more of the sentinels in. She explained that there work teams working to free some of the few civilians who were still trapped and to open up to other areas of the armoury where materials were likely held and which they would need. She directed the sentinels to various teams to held them clear the rubble, all of the pilots seeming to be very polite, apparently instinctively respecting her for taking charge. With this kind of response, she might even be considered for a promotion. Juliette laughed in spite if everything. Tomorrow wasn't even certain and here she was contemplating promotion, as if that mattered anymore...

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The sentinels pushed forward, drilling through the debris, and Gordon couldn't help but marvel at the strength of the machines, even while large parts of the machines were broken or dented, they pushed on, clearing the way for he and the rest of the soldiers. The one in the front seemed to be drilling through a do


*BOOM*

He fell backwards, a shock wave slamming into his chest, and making him fall into a trooper behind him. He was pushed forward, nearly stumbling, but he somehow managed to continue standing. His eyes frantically searched for the origination of the blast, his las rifle engaged in case of the unthinkable - enemies inside the armory. But thankfully, it was merely a sentinel, belching smoke from its cockpit as a man was pulled free from its dark embrace. He lowered his lasrifle, the few troopers around him doing the same as they came to the same conclusion. It was pulled back quickly, and the doors to the armory where breached and the sentinels marched forward, and Gordon followed shortly after, he absentmindedly noticed that the few other soldiers seemed to be following him - his entourage had raised from a single soldier to four now, strange.

Gordon was happy to note that the armory was clear, and civilians were now rushing towards the exit, he had enough time to note a trooper standing on what appeared to be an ammunition crate before the civilians surrounded him, pushing past in an attempt to get to the exit. Gordon pushed through the crowd, the civilians apparently noticing the armed troopers in their midst made way, and Gordon couldn't help but smile, there was some advantages to traveling in a group.

He and the rest of the men following him finally made it to the other side of the crowd, and he spotted a gun and a pile of ammunition laying in the corner, who in the Emperors name left that in the corner in a room full of civilians? He made his way to the gun, glancing back to make sure the other troopers were still following him - they where, good. The bile of ammunition he had noticed was actually a pile of shells, and Gordon couldn't believe his eyes at the sight of a weapon - it was an ugly shotgun, with four barrels. He handed his lasrifle to the soldiers next to him, that shotgun looked like it could tear a Skater in half, he needed that kind of firepower.

He emptied his bandolier of lasrifle cartridges, noting that he only had four left, before filling the openings with shells - lots of them, enough that it weighed him down a bit - before he lifted the shotgun, Emperor, this gun was heavy! Its ammo cartridge seemed to be along each shaft, he filled the shotgun with shells, before hefting it up, he pointed at the soldier he had given the ammunition and gun to.

Go find an officer, give em' the gun and them we're here encase you need some extra support

The man saluted - SALUTED of all things - and ran off to find an officer. Gordon couldn't help but shake his head, he was a simple trooper, not an officer.

“Get more ammunition for you lasrifles if you need it, when your done, meet back here.”
The rest saluted and went their ways, and Gordon continued shoving shells into his bandoleer. He still couldn't understand why they were saluting him, he was only doing his job, it wasn't like he was an officer.
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The battle was over but the war for Geminar was just beginning. for whatever reason the tyranid scourge had not been seen for an entire day, what they were doing or why they were absent for a follow up attack that the PDF were expecting was anyone's guess. one thing was certain however, many of the other villages, towns, and bases across geminar did not fare as well against the tyranids, many had fallen and the survivors and refugees all fled to the site of the fallen governor's tower. this was both a good and a bad thing, good because with them the refugees and survivors brought supplies and manpower, bad because it meant the target on them kept getting bigger. so much biomass in one spot was going to get the attention of something particularly big and nasty. the tyranids had the power to overwhelm and destroy anything in their path, all the forces of geminar could hope to do was hold out as long as they could. The feeling of helplessness was the best friend of the people, or so it seemed.

Farther gale however was not blind to this. he knew with the burst transmission sent, they had to hold out and they couldn't do that in their current state, So the farther was preparing to do something normally unthinkable on geminar. he was going to capture one of the smelters and convert the entire facility into a factory of war! the closest one was an hour away from HQ on a good day... today was not a good day, it would take the convoy much longer to get there. Taking up the roll of the new planetary govoner Farther Gale after receiving council from the surviving military commanders, Instituted a mandatory conscription of every man, woman, and child into the emperor's PDF to defend and retake geminar by any means necessary. it wasn't an easy thing to do, but Gale had a way with words, it was like the emperor had blessed him with a silver tongue.
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you are apart of a convoy heading towards the nearest ore refinery. it's a trip that should take only an hour, but it's taken you nearly five already. A geminar blizzard makes traveling by sight impossible so traveling via sonar mappers is causing things to go a bit slower. every twenty feet a trooper with two guards walks along the path with a sonar mapper, broadcasting the data back to the convoy trucks and the sentinel pilots. despite the zero visibility things seemed to be going rather well, if you could count walking and driving across a narrow cliff face with a hundred foot drop was going well.

there is no individual update for this update, so please feel free to post where you are in the convoy, what you are doing, and how things have been going for you.

for vehicles it's single file save for the sentinels which walk two by two. infantry are about 5 by 5 to allow for some maneuverability. the cargo trucks carrying an army of servitors and tech priests are all tracked vehicles made specialy for geminar. think of half tracks from WW2 but with skis at the front instead of wheels.

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"We are wasting time."

The guardsman grunted at his response and exclaimed: " Ain't need a bloody kid to tell me that. I've been losing the scouts like the women lose their children in the mines. Why don't you lift that pink arse o' yours grab me a mapper and scan the planet for me huh?"

"Don't start arguing now just slow down the advance. The way the convoy is moving we might as well as have missed the refinery."

"Shut up." Replied the guardsman.

"He's frightened to death, thinks he will leave his bones in the snow after surviving the alien attack. Can't blame him." Oliver thought as he was sitting next to the guardsman who happened to be driving the convoy truck. There were a couple more with sentinels and guardsmen ahead of them but for their part they were in the very front. "Where accidents start to happen."

After replacing his power shovel for the chained one and getting a new ice pick he went straight to the department offices to learn what their next orders would be. He had completely lost track of where his previous comrades were and he wasn't sure if he was sad or happy about it. On his ascent he had glimpsed Gordon arriving at the armory but none else and for that he was at least glad.

"She shouldn't see me like this, all bandaged and bleeding from a dozen places." At least he hoped she hadn't without being able to guess what reaction he might have provoked.

He also learned on the incidents before his arrival, of the skate having trapped the civilians and for the heroic rescue. Of course she would rescue them he had no doubt. The fact that he had dreamed about it in the ice cavern made him feel pretty uncomfortable though. Neither his own rescue was anticipated. He had tried to avoid priests and psykers for the greater part of his time because they never really helped him, not when he needed consolidation as a child nor when he was suffering the drills of the recruit. But this time they had come, maybe when he really needed them not when he could just use their help.

For the next moments of their pacing, he toyed around with his chain knife. The faded emblem on the hilt had been destroyed by the acidic blood of the beasts while two teeth on the edge of the saw were somewhat bended. Nothing would keep it from tearing heads apart though and he was glad to have it. Had it not been for it he couldn't rely on a shovel, and some man-sized guns to protect him from bloodthirsty omnivores.

"Have you seen such a sign before?" He asked, pointing the hint of the knife to the guardsman driver.

"All I see is I could feed me family fo' weeks with that piece of rust o' yours boy."

"Don't get me wrong, but boys don't run soiling their breeches when the enemy of the Emperor arrives." Oliver replied.

"Oi! I had orders to help another front. I'm the driving one don't ya forgetting!"

Ignoring the driver's endless complaints he looked out the seat window. All he could glimpse was total white although more rocks were visible now. His mind drifted past, to his childhood. He thought of himself in the small pit where the other kids were playing. The bigger ones were beating him because he had no parents but theirs weren't better. He could still remember proud guardsmen dads boasting how strong their son was beating that orphan. Until the day the orphan beat them. Not in groups when all the kids gathered to play but one by one, that day, before each of the kids went home he would come and ask them to apologize.
And when they would come at him then he would put all his ferocity in grounding them down. Soon word had spread and he had never been bullied again. Even his drill sergeants commented on his stubbornness on the fighting lessons. Young as he was he didn't have tremendous strength but he was svelte enough to see the blows coming. He wasn't like some agile men he had seen who could dodge till their opponent fell down from his own fatigue but he could dance well enough to land the blows he had to and so far his skill was what had saved his life.

As his gaze was fixed on the snow, the images of his past started materializing before him. His foster parents, the bullies, the sergeants, his comrades-her especially. She was more beautiful than he pictured her the stabbing snow creating a serene halo around the face he longed to see more than anything else in the world. And for once his imagination took hold of his senses. The face remained in the snow and although he knew it was just his thoughts he couldn't help but feel wordless.
"H-Hey, all right?" he muttered followed by a deep sigh as the wind changed direction and his fantasies became shards. "How can you be so stupid? You should have found her in the armory, maybe the blood loss would prevent your face from blushing." He would say to himself.

"All right? Sure perfect, got's me pile of shining gold, I own a grand hotel in some exotic island planet and I spend my day eating food with more spice than you could imagine. What the heck is wrong with you boy?" the annoyed guardsman barked at him.

"Mind your bloody business." Oliver snapped back and that was the end of it.
The sonar mappers who were shortly dispatched returned to the window of the truck and handed the readings to the driver.
"Har! About bloody timed they mapped the hill right. Alright we should be there any moment now. Hope no bugger tried to pinch us in here now."

"Yes, less we become bug snacks." was Oliver's final thought before the convoy started speeding a bit. He was trying to push his heart's desire in some corner of his mind for the time being(without success though) preparing himself for whatever might happen....
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Gordon hated the Cold. Even through his heavily warmed clothes and armor, he still felt a chill deep in his bones, and he couldn't help but shiver. But he kept moving forward, he had to, concentrating fully on making the next step, getting out of the cold. He gripped his shotgun tightly, digging the stock into his shoulder as the barrels pointed down. The metal of the gun was cold, freezing to be exact, even through the heavy gloves he wore, but the gun was useful, and he didint dare drop it.

He glanced to both sides of him, both men where equally freezing, shivering and shaking and hands held close to their body, as they marched forward. God Emperor, how he wanted to be inside, maybe at the old bar, a few shots would keep the heat in him, he wouldn't have to worry about being frozen or torn apart by Emperor forsaken beasts.

But he kept moving, one foot at a time, he had to, the Emperor demanded it - and he did not plan on disappointing.

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Juliette rode in the back seat of one of the convoy trucks, her new flamer resting squarely across her legs. Her breathing was quiet and controlled. She had not slept well the previous night, every couple of hours waking up expecting to hear the attack klaxons but instead only heard the sound of snoring, a sure sign that she was the only one on edge over this whole thing. However, here in the back seat in the silence that followed the fraying tensions, Juliette realised that someone else had woken up at the moment which she had fallen back into a restless sleep and they too believed they were the only one bothered by recent events.

Pain bloomed in her head and she massaged her temples as if trying to placate some spirit contained within her own skull. She yawned and caused the only sound that the interior of the truck had heard besides the dull rumble of the engines on stand-by for several minutes. No one spoke, but then what would they say? They might ask what was causing the journey that should have only taken an hour to take at least five times that, but they all knew that weather like this on Geminar made travelling hell. It was only a statement of the sheer necessity of their mission that they ventured out at a time such as this.

The convoy still wasn’t moving and the howling winds outside gentle rocked the truck from side to side in a parody of a mother trying to calm its children. Juliette rubbed her eyes and pulled her hands slowly down her face, her face turning upwards to look at the roof of the truck as she let out another slow, controlled breath. She shivered, but she had ceased noticing or caring whether it was from the cold or the fear that something could approach them in this weather and they would have no idea until their entrails painted the interior of the truck and their corpses would be left as frozen reminders of their failure. All Juliette could hope was that they arrived at the ore station soon and the gathering of resources and journey back was uneventful. At this point, survival was all that mattered and she was determined to do just that, at any cost…

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The gentle vibrations of the transport felt soothing to Joric, he supposed in a sense that it was worth the long 5 hour drive through Geminar's icy wastes. He was familiar with most of the ore refineries in the area, but this particular one he had never come across before. He realised that it wasn't with thinking about until they arrived. In the meantime, he turned his attention, desiring to establish a better connection with his new, improvised fire-team.

"So...how long have you guys served in the PDF ?"

Meryn, Antii, Jussi and Vladek all stated that they were fresh out of basic training. Einarth simply responded with.

"All my life it seems, lost track of the years I've served. You?"

Joric smiled.

"5(?) years, certainly enough time to deal with bandits harassing settlements and supply convoys, plus the occasional bold skate."

Einarth stroked his beard.

"What made you folks join the PDF?"

Vladek spoke first.

"Decent pay."

Antii spoke next.

"Me and Jussi joined to support our mother and three siblings. Puts food in their bellies."

Meryn seemed more hesitant in speaking, when the words finally came out they were simple.

"To prove myself."

Einarth placed his hand on Meryn's shoulder.

"To your peers? To those closest to you."

The boy simply shook his head.

"To myself." He then turned to Joric, as he brushed a lengthy strand of hair aside.

"What about you eh?"

He pondered this one, never before had someone asked him his reasons for joining the PDF.

"I suppose you could call it paying a debt to our homeworld for my family's success."

"An intriguing reason." Replied Einarth

"Well I just couldn't carry on playing cotton-wrapped rich kid, there is a reason my family is where its at, and by the Emperor I will repay that fortune in kind; in blood if need be."

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