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post #31 of 34 (permalink) Old 11-03-13, 07:04 AM
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If there was one thing Boris hated about this damn planet, it was the constantly low visibility in this weather. His sentinel plodded along the cliff face, stopping momentarily to wait for the men with the sonar mappers to point out a suitable path. It was dull and incredibly slow, but it was probably the only way they could safely get to the refinery. Boris sat back in his seat and let out an exasperated sigh. He closed his eyes for a while before turning to the sentinel next to his.

The other sentinel was completely covered with snow and looked as if the entire thing was about to freeze over and fall apart. His own sentinel must have looked just as bad. This entire experience was complete and utter hell, but it would be over, sooner or later.
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Static on a distant signal broke over the vox channels as cries of pain and terror echoed amongst the white noise as the storm waged on. The cries amongst the noise didn't stop as the troops pressed on. Eventualy the order was given to pick up the pace and some ammount of safety and caution was thrown to the icy winds. Emediately the convoy picks up speed as everyone begins to rush towards the refinery. what was attacking them, the situation at hand, and what awaited them there oro if there was even a refinery left was known only to the emperor himself... but press on they did.

Roars broke though the howling winds as the engines of the transports revved and the machine spirits seemed to shout in defiance of the blizzard that raged on. The convoy was going to make up for lost time, casualties be damned. Everything was all going so well in the rush too, but on geminar things didn't go well for long, and soon all the extra agitation caused a landslide causing part of the path to collapse in on itself sending several trucks downwards presumably to their doom.
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You are in the portion of the convoy that collapses and slides down a sheer cliff in the midst of a landslide that consumes the back end of the convoy. trucks, sentinels, troops and tanks all tumble downwards. you manage to survive by riding the torrent of ice, snow and earth just well enough to save your lives, however many of your comrades are not so lucky. trucks lay upside down, standing straight out of the ground like large misshapen lawn darts, and even at awkward angles. bodies are everywhere as far as the eye can see amongst the calm of the chaos.

you all have fallen into what appears to be an ice cave, however things are not exactly as they seem. it's obvious to you what's caused the cave in. marching over it in the first place would have triggered this, though the quickened pace just expedited it. Skate tunnels are all over the place and it has weakened the ice drastically. ahead of you in the ice cave is an iced over metal blast door. it's common knowledge that geminar is a starship graveyard of sorts, though most are deep within the ice. you can almost hear the cries of the dead from beyond the ice covered door as sounds of the past still seem to linger and haunt the area.

despite the fall, you're all pretty much ok as well as a handful of others. a few trucks are salvageable and even a few sentinels made it through the careful reactions and movements of their pilots, Including "your" sentinel.

Never Give Up, Never Surrender. for it is better to burn out than fade away.
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Oliver almost dozed off, the torrent of abstract thoughts drifting about, but when the crash came, it would even wake up the dead.

As the signal came, everything happened too fast. Guardsmen shouting orders, wheels spinning, engineers complaining and then the fall came. The avalanche swept the middle of the convoy down, and during that the front trucks in which Oliver was in in their attempt to avoid it fell down too.

It all happened in an instant, shouts, tumbling, darkness and a crash and then all was black. The thoughts Oliver was previously considering would pass through his mind again, but this time they were sinister, evil looking, and it almost seemed that the visages would turn alive and shred him to pieces to the point where he would almost cry in his sleep and the bitter taste of his tears woke him up.

It wasn't tears though, but blood. When he recovered he inspected his surroundings. He was still on the side seat of the truck, but the truck was front face impaled in the ice and where the annoying guardsman previously was at this moment there was only a giant frozen rock that seemed to have broken the truck in half. Some kind of gear had hit his forehead from which a small wound would bleed but it wasn't something that prevented him to move. His gear was almost intact below his seat so he moved the backpack on his shoulder and used the Chain Shovel to shove the stuck door open.

Oblivious to the position of his truck, the door fell off and he with it and he tumbled down for a good 5 meters down to a snowy hilltop. He steadied himself up with the shovel, limped towards the nearest vantage point and observed what had transpired. The fact that his truck being from the first was actually in front of the avalanche had made him land on a small hill a good 10 meters or so above the general level of the disaster. Below him he would observe half buried vehicles and sentinels, and the casual body freezing here and there.

Looking up to observe more he realized that even his position was a part of an ice cave. Knowing he would be useless from there he slid down the slope towards the place where the initial crack had happened. Every body in his feet was already dead and he didn't see anyone since most survivors if any should be on the other side of the big mound of ice. As he was circling it, trying to find out if anyone had made it, he didn't stop to salvage any trucks in his hurry.

If anything bad happened to her, he might as well take the head of whoever gave that order...
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The nervous silence in the truck was broken by the sound of men on a faint channel crying out in pain, begging the God-Emperor for mercy he either did not possess or did not see fit to bestow upon them and crying for the loving arms of mothers that they would never see again before final gurgling to their demise. “Oh shit.” The driver hissed to himself as everyone in the truck was suddenly alert. Something out in the ice and the howling winds had found them and was coming for them. At this pace they were all just a meal being served in the tin cans that they called the convoy. If they didn’t move now they would die. Screams of the damned and dying kept echoing through the vox like malevolent ghosts and Juliette gripped the flamer that lay squarely across her lap tighter. She began to grind her teeth and some part of her wondered why she felt relieved that her fears had not been misplaced. At least she wasn’t going crazy.

Juliette couldn’t tell whether the drivers own nerves or the orders to pick up the pace forced him to put their truck up at least two gears higher and cause the engine to growl with the sudden change of pace. Either way the convoy, which had previously been slow and cautious in order to minimalize casualties, was not picking up a pace such that if anyone was left behind, they were at the mercy of whatever faceless monsters were coming through them through the blanket of snow and hail. Juliette noticed that the driver closed his eyes and was muttering a pray, or something. “Hey!” Juliette snapped her hand lashing forward and striking his arm. “You’ll have time enough for piety once we reach the refinery. Concentrate on the bloody path!” The driver looked shaken, but at least he kept his eyes open while he muttered a prayer Juliette was certain would go both unheard and unanswered. No one would save them but themselves now.

The convoy lurched forward at alarming pace, like a wounded animal desperately trying to escape a far superior predator. Juliette ignored the driver’s desperate prayers, and kept an eye out of the window, waiting for some creature to emerge snarling with blood cooling on its vicious claws. The only creature she could picture was the one she had first fought. She saw it lurking in the shadows, just about to pounce on her. The image of it had been burned onto Juliette’s psyche. Her fingers curled a little tighter around the grip and shaft of the flamer as the thought of the creature surfaced again and Juliette forced herself into focus, however fragile that state was.

A resounding crack echoed through the truck and the world fell away to the side. The sudden change of orientation sent Juliette into the firm embrace of her seatbelt as the ground beneath them gave way. Out of the window Juliette could see that the truck was tilting at the wrong angle to the rest of the world. “Shit!” She swore loudly as the truck fell away with other parts of the convoy. The initial fall forced the truck to roll lengthwise and Juliette’s seatbelt pinned her into her seat. The windows broke and splintered from the impact of rolling. The snow banks fell with the vehicles and stopped the truck rolling more than once. The truck was still sliding though, and with Geminar’s terrain they could likely be about to slide right off a cliff.

After a few seconds of sliding helplessly with the snow and ice, the truck dropped into something. The impact sent Juliette into the tense seatbelt once again, almost certainly leaving a bruise running from shoulder to hip and across her waist. Her flamer had been thrown from her lap to the other side of the truck, but it seemed mostly intact. Juliette undid her seat belt and got out of the truck. She walked to the front to have a look at the driver. He was slumped over the steering wheel, immobile. Tentatively, Juliette touched the man’s neck. No pulse. She pushed him back into the seat and felt his chest. Several of his ribs were broken, probably on impact with the steering wheel. Likely, his internal organs were punctured by the splinters of his ribcage. The very bones meant to protect him had likely killed him. He’s obviously undone his seatbelt while they were sitting still and had been too busy praying when things had gone to hell.

Juliette pulled him out of the driver’s seat and let his limp body fall into the snow. As she looked around, she realised that he was far from the only one. Most of the men and women who had fallen with the ice were dead; flattened by falling vehicles, crushed on impact or speared by broken ice as hard as steel. There were a handful of others crawling from ruined vehicles or from under snowdrifts, but far too few. Juliette was surprises to see even a few sentinels had made it. At least she wasn’t alone again. But they were all in big trouble if they didn’t move soon. Only a quick look upwards told her that this was a skate tunnel, and with the stench of this much dead, likely they would not have long before some found them.

Juliette kept looking round, and noticed that at the far end of the cave there was a blast door. The ships that made up the Geminar’s crust were usually buried much lower than this, but it did give Juliette an idea. Likely, skates wouldn’t have been able to breach it, and those damn xenos were unlikely to have found it. It would likely offer a temporary safety from any roaming skates, and hopefully the xenos too. There might be a powerful vox system that they could salvage and talk between the base and the refinery. Also, there might be some salvageable material they could use or take back to base, if and when the convoy made the return journey. Hopefully they made it. Juliette had to stop herself again. It would be easy to slip into despair if she thought about the possible fate of the convoy. *Focus on the moment* she told herself. *Do what you need to stay alive just a little longer.*

Her spirit steeled, she opened the vox. “Everyone, sound off. Whose still out there!” Names started slowly travelling to her, and she did her best to learn them. They needed to know and depend on each other if they were going to make it through. “I’m Juliette…” she said after everyone had spoken “…but you can call me Jewels, if you don’t already. We need to get out of this tunnel. Skates could come back at any moment, and we don’t want to be around when they do. We also can’t get topside for a bit. So, I say we head into the bowels of that ship. It’ll offer us some safety from the skates and whatever else is after us, we can check if it has any supplies we can use, or a vox system we can salvage to contact either the base or the convoy. If you don’t like that idea…” Juliette paused, but she wasn’t quite sure why.

“…then you are more than welcome to try and go it alone. The rest of you, on me. Bring everything you can salvage from our fallen comrades, we’ll need it all. I’m the truck driving towards the blast doors.” Juliette took all of the equipment she could off the driver; his gun, his pistol, his grenades. She took it all. It wasn’t going to help him where he was now. She threw it irreverently on the other front seat and then placed her flamer on top of it. She turned the engine on and smiled with the throaty growl it responded with. By all accounts, survivors and working equipment was more than she would have had any right to expect. The truck’s wheels spun as it moved away and covered the dead in snow, putting them out of sight as much as Juliette tried to put them out of her mind. They would have time to mourn when this nightmare was over. Now it was just about survival, and grief served no purpose there…

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