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Frozen Secrets Day 1
as word breaks out of a tyranid invasion, most of the troops of the PDF are dumbstruck, hoping and praying to the golden throne and the emperor himself that it's just a cruel miner's idea of a joke... but as the governor issues a Priority distress call a ghastly sound rips through the harsh winds of one of Geminar's storms. It rips deep into the ice and the earth, penetrating into the deepest depths of the outposts, subterranean hubs, and even the under ice relics of old that are makeshift towns and cities... It's the sound of a massive tyranid struggling to fly despite the supernatural cold of the planet. countless guardsmen search the skies, rifles primed and ready as they search for the source of the creature that made the sound, one thing they all knew though was this was no skate.... skates could get large, but no skate could get large enough to make that sound... and it didn't sound like a skate at all.... sounded worse, much worse. as they searched one guardsmen got lucky, spying through a scope he spotted a massive beast and in a flight of panic let off a shot from his las rifle. the sudden fire caused a chain reaction as every guardsmen holding a gun zeroed in on where the shot was towards and opened fire like mad... there was no order to fire, no resounding bellowing call from a commissar saying "OPEN FIRE", it was just chaos amongst the ranks as guardsmen fired till they were dry and then frantically searched for a bigger gun. it didn't take long for them to drag out ancient anti aircraft guns and open up as well, sending a torrent of las bolts, stub rounds, and even rockets into the sky.... there was no care what so ever as to what should happen to the rounds should they miss their mark, they were firing everything they had.

the massive tyranid let out a ghastly roar of pain and rage, the cold was one thing, but being attacked was another entirely. as it tried to adjust it's wings to make a run on the attacking guardsmen a stray rocket impacted the side of it's head, wedging deep into the creatures eye and sending it far off course. as the creature started to go down word came to the troops that they needed to hold, the governor was sending the burst transmission now... but by then it was too late. the creature smashed into the governor's tower with incredible force. as the tower began to fall all hope seemed lost, but at the last moment as the tower was falling the burst transmission fired, sending out the priority distress signal to imperial command, and more importantly, the arasties themselves.

even with the creature downed, there was still a fight ahead. an alien sound began to wash over the garrison breaking though the silence of awe and shock as the tower fell. it was a sound the PDF were not accustomed to, sure they were used to skate attacks in mass, but those were generally without warning, but this was diffrent. the sound of hundreds of feet smashing down against the ice and snow resonated throughout the garrison as a horde of tyranids rushed it's walls. Immediately and without hesitation the officers rally their men, bringing order to the chaos that had ensued from the sudden appearance of the massive creature. the only thing to do now was to hold the line, and pray to the god emperor himself that they could last.

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This is Zero hour guys, The moment the governor's signal was sent and the reason the ultra marines didn't get a reply. The Governor is dead, his tower fallen, and a wave of tyranids is upon it. time to man up or hide in a corner.

ALL: Please post your character's reaction and actions to the above. where were you? what did you do? how do you react? please also conciser your personal bits when posting. your personal bits are below.

Joric Talund : you're but 20 ft from the man who first spotted the massive monstrosity. though it was mostly concealed by the storms and the clouds above he was the one who essentially caused everyone to start shooting. though as the tower falls the sound of hundreds of footsteps peaks your interest. it would be a horrid time for a skate attack, but skates swim through the ice and snow, they dont run across it... they have no legs or feet. that's when you see them, hundreds of gleaming eyes in the distance that rip through the storm like the blazing of torches. an army of gaunt is on the horision, charging full boar towards the city walls. they however seem extremely chaotic, charging the gates in a disorganized manner.


Anthony Lecutis: you're back near the vehicle bay doors that lead down into the depths of the garrison. a strange beeping sound peaks your interest more so than the sound of the stampeed coming towards the city walls. gazing down at your sonar mapper you see an erratic signal and immediately attempt to tune your device to track it. at first you think it's a skate who managed to burrow under the walls again. this would not be uncommon but it would be a poor time for it. but as you zero in on it's signal you begin to realize that it's actually quite large. you advise the men around you that they have an incoming Prime class skate, one of the larger ones recorded. this is just a best guess however as you have no way of knowing what's actually coming. as you advise the men where it's going to surface the unthinkable happens; a Ravener erupts from the ice right where you thought the skate would erupt, and immediately begins taking out the stunned guardsmen. it's carapace however seems damaged and brittle. it's not built for the cold, not yet.

Oliver DÝvig: you're near the front wall by a set of heavy stub gun turrets as things start to go a bit wrong. the unfamiliar sound of a stampede nears the walls and you can easily hear the bewildered gasps of men as they try and cope with what they're seeing as an army of gaunts makes their way towards the walls. as men rush towards the turrets to man them you hear a violent crash behind you where you had been only a moment or two ago. a trio of gargoyles seemed to have crashed into the place where you had just been standing. one lay dead having it's head caved in by the force of the impact, another struggles to rise but it's wounds from the impact are sever, the final gargoyle makes to charge you though it has no luck for traction on the slick ice. it's carapace seems brittle from the cold and it's movements erratic and sluggish as if it's attacking the first thing it saw, which unfortunately happens to be you.


Boris Kavrov: with the impact of the creature into the governor's tower you clamber back into your walker, pulling the hatch closed just as a series of dull thuds sounds on the hull of the sentinel. as you make your way out towards the center of the garrison flanked by two more sentinels you take in the whole situation. the machine spirit of your walker warns you of several things and asks you to act on one. the city walls are about to be beseaged by a wave of gaunt and reports have come in that grounded flyers have begun attacking it's flanks to silence the heavy stub guns. a chunk of the tower has fallen onto the civilian ward doors trapping many non combatants in the combat zone. heavy lifters are needed to remove the debris so the civilians can escape. a seismic disturbance was also detected near the vehicle bay doors with readings of a rather large skate, and finally a peace of the tower has collapsed part of the armory, crews are needed to remove the debris so more soldiers can be armed to fight. Either way you soon find yourself with your own problems, a terrified officer runs past your view port screaming for his life, chased by a tyranid warrior with hunger in it's eyes, though you stand between it, and it's meal who now hides behind your walker's large legs.

Jewels: you're with a group of officers who are organizing several heavy weapons teams right infront of the armory moments before it takes a direct hit from debris from the falling tower. one moment you're barking orders to a bunch of white caps, the next you find yourself lifted clean off your feet and flung back as a massive support beam from the tower crashes into the ground at an odd angle, turning a small squad of white caps into nothing more than a red stain on the ground. to your horror the beam doesn't stick it's landing and crashes into the armory trapping many non combatants and combatants inside, killing more than it's fair share as it collapses part of the building. the beam itself is nearly twice the width of a baneblade and the section of it that hit the ground near you is long enough to nearly cleave the armory in half, and take out a good chunk of a command building behind it. the dust only just settles from the impact when you hear a group of white caps scream out the word "Monster!" before a guttural death cry sounds. that's when you see it, a large tyranid Lictor. It's carapace is cracked, it's missing one of it's scythe arms, and it generally looks worse for ware but it's still a massive threat. the body of the white cap lay impaled on it's remaining scythe arm, and to your shigrin, the white cap had the mind to prime a grenade before he died. a good shot from your shotgun could potentially trigger the explosive, but the creature isn't going to make it easy.

Never Give Up, Never Surrender. for it is better to burn out than fade away.

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Emperor's frozen nads!, thought Joric as his ears caught the sound of an immense roar that pierced through the billowing winds of Geminar. He knew what a skate sounded like, having fended them off from his father's delivery caravans, and by the Emperor that was no mere skate. Lasgun readied, Joric scanned the area in front of him, ready to bring down the abominable thing that made that noise. Then, the crack of a lasgun shot pierced the winds; aiming into the sky. The shot was eerily close, coming from a nearby person Joric never met. Instincts aflame, he aimed his lasgun high, his finger squeezing the trigger as the sight of an immense flying monstrosity came, causing his fellow soldiers to fire as well. At the back of his mind, he commended the trooper who spotted the creature, but fear quickly took over his shots missed the flying fiend. It would be several missed shots later that a very lucky missile shot had pierced the thing's head. Joric's heart rose as the creature fell to a terminal descent, but dropped just as soon as he realised where it was going to crash. The monster hurtled into the governor's tower, the air shook with the results of the impact as the building crumbled.

His mind reeling from the implications of the Governor's death, Joric barely heard the sound of footsteps in the ow. At first, he thought it would be skates, but a realisation dawned on him. Skates swam through the snow, they did not have any feet whatsoever. He turned back to the front and cold terror, rivaling the cold of Geminar pierced his heart. His eyes widened as he caught the sight of gleaming eyes through thick snow, which belonged to insecto-reptilian creatures t were hurling themselves at the Geminar lines. Afraid, he readied his lasgun and yelled into his vox caster, he could barely contain his fear. "Contact! Contact at the front!"
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Oliver wasn't sure what to do. As the creature came stumbling to him he froze in place, startled from the ambush not knowing how he should act. As the monster was fixated on him, it lunged forward trying to impale him with whatever sharp points it could show. Oliver vaulted to the left avoiding the lethal attack with an agility that came at the right time. He knew he would never make a shot this close, so he unsheathed his chain knife and stabbed the creature on the back as fiercely as he could.

Seeing that the beast was not actually dead he stepped back a meter trying to catch his breath. Behind him the second gargoyle tried to rise so he shoved his chain knife through its head making a disgusting crunching sound. As he was about to turn back, he felt a short sharp pain behind him and in mere seconds he was knocked over. He could see the first gargoyle, standing up with its crude wings open, fluids streaming from its back and its fleshborer pointed at him ready to fire.

Guided by his reflexes he threw himself to the right avoiding the lethal beetle that crushed and steamed at the cold surface behind. At first he thought he was done for sure. He had completely lost his balance and the beast would have a clean shot at him. But as he lifted his gaze, the beast had stumbled down and fallen. Its legs which were little more than stump extensions had completely stiffened from the cold and the thing had fallen down its weapon pressed against its weight. Without losing this opportunity or wasting time to draw a ranged weapon Oliver lunged forward chain knife in hand and stabbed the thing where one wing was united with the torso. After the cold blackened strip had been torn, jumping to the left to avoid the beast biting his feet, he plunged the chain knife deep into the hole the gargoyle's wing had been and moved it frantically up and down showering the area in a stream of warm multicolored substances.

With the three gargoyles dead and ironically having wasted no ammo, Oliver thanked the god emperor that he was somehow alive and victorious against these unholy abominations and sat against the wall, holding his vox caster tight, waiting for orders.

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Boris stood outside the Sentinel bay, eyes wide and jaws agape as he heard a mighty roar from the sky. One guardsman had fired his lasgun, resulting in a domino effect of lasfire being fired wildly into the air. A giant winged beast burst through the sky, something that could only come from Boris' deepest nightmares. The vast amount of firepower had been directed towards this monster, and taken of course by a rocket. As it hurtled towards them, Boris desperately climbed onto his Sentinel, preparing for the worst. The monster slammed itself into the Governor's tower, causing it to crumble and collapsed. Boris clumsily entered the Sentinel, closing the hatch behind him. While the Machine Spirit was listing off the recent events, Boris let the knowledge of what just happened sink in. The Governor was dead. They had no commander. Boris needed to keep calm, he knew that, but the weight of the situation that made that almost impossible.

His train of thought was interrupted when an officer ran towards him chased by a horrific creature. It didn't look like a skate at all, for one, this thing was much more bigger. It had a vaguely humanoid shape, but it was clearly not something from this planet. Boris tuned his vox and addressed the other pilots. "Go help the others! I'll take care of this...thing!". He moved his Sentinel forward and yelled at the officer that was cowering behind the large leg. "Get out of here!". The officer ran off, leaving Boris alone with this horrid beast.

The monster threw itself towards the Sentinel. Boris attempted to grab the creature with his powerlifters, but the creature easily jumped out of the way. It once again threw it itself at Boris, this time smashing into the view port. The Sentinel stumbled around as Boris was shaken by the impact of the weight. The monster held onto the Sentinel, attempting to slice it's way through the canopy to get the tasty morsel lying inside. Boris pivoted the main body of the Sentinel to the right, before suddenly swinging it in the opposite direction, throwing the beast off. The monster attempted to stand up before being stepped on by the Sentinel's heavy foot repeatedly. Boris then revved up the drill before taking a step back and shoving it straight at the beast. It was gored as the drill ripped apart it's entrails. The monster flailed around in pain, giving out a horrible noise. Boris was overcome with a mixture of fear and anger, causing him to yell at the monster as he ripped it apart. "DIE!". The body of the creature went limp and Boris turned off the drill, leaving it's ravaged carcass on the ground. He heard lasfire and screaming in the distance, before a voice cried from his voxcaster.

"Contact! Contact at the front!"

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It hadn’t been long since the news of a Tyranid invasion had spread like wildfire through the ranks. Juliette had almost lost her nerve in those first few minutes. They had all heard the rumours, and the exaggerations of those rumours, and the hysterical soldiers who assumed they were about to die. In those moments Juliette had swallowed her own panic and back-handed the closest rambling soldier. That quickly shut him up. “Pack it in!” Her comparatively shrill voice sounded over the biting wind. “But ma’am…” the sound of the back of her open hand sounded even louder over than her voice. The man grabbed his face in shock and his comrades were instantly silent.
“I don’t care.” Her voice was lower this time, but cut to the heart of these scared boys. “Get back to work, or being fed to a pack of skates will be the least of your worries.” She saw the one she’d slapped gulp. *Good, swallow your fear.* She thought to herself as she felt herself do the same.
“Aye ma’am” Juliette narrowed her eyes and cocked her head to the side. In an instant her demeanour turned from stern to warm. If she pushed them too far, it would only deepen their despair. The man smiled. “Aye Jewels.” She nodded and the white caps got off to work.

She was walked over to a group of officers and set about ordering the placement of heavy weapons in front of the armoury. She could hear the rumbling of whatever army approached them but her voice kept barking out orders. Even as someone fired the first volley into the sky, she kept the white caps in line. As shiver ran up her spine and her teeth started to chatter. Normally anyone could attribute these things to the cold, for everyone was always cold on the surface of Geminar. It wasn’t that though, not really. Juliette was nervous and she couldn’t keep it hidden in every muscle, as much as she tried. The shivers and the chattering were the nerves. She just prayed to the God-Emperor that they held.

When the screech of pain came from the sky, only then did Juliette dare a glance upwards. A winged monstrosity dived from the sky and the rest happened in slow motion. Juliette saw the creature try to bank, but something stopped it. Something metal glinting in its face instants before a bloom of fire. Whatever course the creature had intended was worth nothing now as it spun massively off-course. She didn’t even hear the vox wide message to say that the Governor was sending the burst transmission. The creature smashed into the Governors tower with the force to level and entire city. Great blooms of icy dust vomited from the impact hole and with all the pace of an old man lying down for his final sleep, the tower collapsed. Somehow the burst transmission was away, Juliette caught over the vox, but the Governor and everyone in that building was surely dead. She turned to yell more commands at the white caps to hold the line, but her voice was drowned by the sound of tortured metal and alien death throes.

A moment later Juliette was thrown from her feet as a massive support beam struck the ground, sending ripples akin to those made when a stone strikes water. The squad of white caps underneath were reduced to nothing more than red paste on the ground. Incredibly, the beam bounced up and ploughed into the armoury, near cleaving the building in half. Juliette had no idea something that large even could bounce. Surely that wasn’t right. Everything was happening so slowly now as the adrenaline and the primal fear set in. Her body was pumping chemicals round her, trying to give her every chance to survive. An outcome which seemed less likely with every passing moment.

Juliette scrambled to her feet just as the screams of “Monster” went up from behind the clearing cloud of dust and frost which the falling beam had kicked up. As Juliette unslung her shotgun, her hands began to shake and the laboured dying gargles of more white caps did nothing to ease her fraying nerves. Then the thing emerged from behind the thinning cloud of dust, already missing one arm and another still holding the impaled body of a PDF soldier. A small bit of vomit rose in her mouth and she forced it back down. The thing looked formidable, even in its current state. Its fractured carapace seemed to shimmer and shift colours subtly as it moved, as if reflecting something. Juliette snarled, her fear morphing into a rage and a refusal to die.
Whatever this creature was, it wasn’t responding well to the harsh climate of Geminar. Its movements had far less of the speed and grace that its form would suggest as it reached for her. It took a moment after Juliette heard the bang of a shotgun for her to realised she had fired. The creature flinched as the pellets struck its side and its blood froze on contact with the air, but it kept coming. Juliette recoiled and kept firing. On the third shot, she hit the thing’s face, which seemed to stagger it seriously. In that moment of briefest respite while the creatures hands shielded its face instead of reach for her, she realised the white cap clutched a primed grenade. Juliette felt a hysterical giggle escape her lips as the thing turned its attentions back on her. It leapt at her and she fired on instinct again. This close she couldn’t miss.

Another shot to the face drove the creature back and it turned to its side, trying to shield its soft flesh with its splintering carapace. Taking quick aim she fired two more shots into the body of the white cap. The second one detonated the grenade. The explosion staggered her, and sent to beast sprawling. The whole left side of the creature’s body was a seared mess which the frost was quickly creeping over. Now Juliette walked forward and fired two shots into the creature’s over-sized cranium. The first one probably killed it, but the second left it nothing more than a bloody smear in the snow. Only when the thing was dead on the floor did Juliette realise she was panting. A convulsion which threatened to turn into a full blown sob rocked Juliette’s body before she forced herself to composure. There must be order of the defence would fail. “This is Jewels…” she spoke into the vox. “…A support beam has cleaved into the armoury, trapping unknown number of civies inside. Request immediate assistance.” With that she set off towards the armoury, confident she could find some of the remaining white caps and rally them. Her hope was that there was strength in numbers…

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"Hey guys, we got a bloody Prime heading our way. Looks like we might hit the jackpot!" Anthony Lecutis forgot about the troubles of earlier and grabbed his Rifle; ready to get him a skate. For not only was the money good for killing these worthless sods, but also he could boast about it to his young son.

As the target closed something bothered Anthony. Not only were the parameters different from normal Skates. Plus it seemed to have arms...or were those mandibles. Anthony took a few steps back and thank the Emporer he did. The ice erupted and a massive creature not even close to a skate emerged from the thick ice. It had massive claws and roared like the daemons themselves.

Anthony stood paralyzed as the monstrosity in front of him preceded to slaughter it's first few victims that were the closest to the whole it had made. A Gaurdsmen with quick reflex amanged to get a shot off before being disembowled alive by the creature. Left and right it swung it's deadly arms that were as much an extension of it's body as of it's malicious will. After a few seconds Anthony snapped out of his daze and raised his Las-Rifle; aiming for the creatures head. The Ravenor though was too quick and Lecutis first few shots missed their mark.

Lecustis mind slipped into that trance-like state, and everything layed out in front of him like a playing field. He barked at a nearbye Guardsmen to start firing on the creature; which got the others to join in. The shots had the effect he wanted, but still didn't kill the creature. waiitng till the Ravenors attention was drawn he dropped his rifle and charged strait into the beast. It swung it's head towards him, recognizing the sudden threat, only to find a Las-Pistol pointed squarely in the monster's face.

"For the Emporer," Lecustis cried and depressed the trigger.



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It was turning out to be just one of those days on geminar. One of those days where things kept going wrong and just when you thought you were going to get a break, something else goes wrong, and right when you think it's the worse things are going to get, things get worse. Truth is it was just one of those days on geminar. First it was the word of tyranids, then it was the govoner sending out the SOS, then it was the monstrous tyranid crashing into the tower. It was getting to the point many were hoping that it wouldn't get worse, but it did. the klaxons started sounding and the storm rating lights on the sides of builldings and doors shifted from blue denoting a workable and habatable storm that was pretty much the daily norm for geminar, to orange, a color warning that tempatures were about to take a severe drop down to -130 C. It was at the point where things couldnt get any worse that Geminar decided to throw a level 4 storm at them. Windspeeds of up to 90kmph enough snow blowing around that a person could get burried in a matter of minutes, and chunks of ice as large as a small child falling from the sky with near murderous intent. now the troops faced a delema, retreat back to the depths of the base to stay safe from the storm, and possibly fight the nids in hallways and corodores, or stay above ground fighting to the last to buy the civilians time to escape and hope their cold weather gear holds out. someone had to make that call, but with how things were going, by the time the call was made it would be too late.

As it stands the front wall was being beseiged by an army of gaunts, the armory had been cleived in half by a fallen support beam from the govoner's tower, and bigger and badder nasties were sprouting up throughout the base causing general havoc. but no mattter where you were, or what you were doing, the sound of those klaxons always took priority.

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Joric Talund : as you look on towards the oncoming horde, you see dozens of them suddenly vanish into plumes of snow. several more of them vanish before the sound of an impact to your left and a harsh thump to the side of your leg catches your imedate attention. you've been struck by some icy shrapnel from a child sized spear of ice. moments later you hear the klaxons sound and out of the corner of your eye you spy the lights change from blue to orange. scrambling off of the wall you seek shelter from the coming storm. staying out like that wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do.

Anthony Lecutis: The Ravaner reals in pain and dives back into the hole it had emerged from in the first place. all around you havoc continues to break out at every turn. tyranid warrriors had broken through at some point. though as you and your companions start to gather yourselves after the ravaner retreated, the sound of the klaxons sound just as you whitness a warrior make a charge for you only to get beaten down by an onslaught of child size hail. you and your fellow guardsmen make a mad dash for cover but find none. your only solace comes as a sentinel missing it's drill arm runs towards you with a slab of steel clasped in it's lifter arm. taking cover underneath it you can hear the ice as it impacts the makeshift shield threatening to punch through at any moment.

Oliver DÝvig: the creature that had been assailing you lay dead, and the sound of the heavy stub guns to your rear still bark and roar as the gunners try and mow down the gaunts... but with the storm coming in the distance you see the effects of it even before the klaxons sound. The sound of the gunner to your rear's constant firing goes silent. you didn't even hear the impact over the sound of his guns. turning around you see a spear of ice the size of a child sticking out of the man's chest pinning him to his seat. then the sound of several impacts echo out throughout the wall. child size spears of ice began falling from the sky at high speed being hurled towards the wall. then the sound hits, the klaxons begin to sound and the lights on the wall go from blue, to orange.


Boris Kavrov: the warrior you killed appeared to have friends who take the opportunity of you rushing off towards one of the problem points to assault you. your only warning is the machine spirit who promptly warns you of hostiles to the rear. spinning round the emperor shines on you and one of the warriors makes an ill fated leap straight into your power lifter while the other manages to leap into the same place where the previous one who had assaulted you in the first place, trying to claw at the same exact spot to break through the armored hide of your sentinel. you can almost feel the one warrior thrash around in your power lifter as you release the controls and ready your rifle at the view port just as the tyranid tries to stick it's head through the port that's a few sizes too small for it. loosing a few shots into it you see it drop to the ground before you set yourself back into your seat. that's when you notice it, the thrashing about you'd felt earlier from the trapped warrior , it wasn't there anymore. pearing over to your power lifter you see the warrior speared by a child size chunk of ice before the klaxons sound and your sentinel reals from a heavy impact from the rear. your sentinel has the armor to stand up to the storm, but it would not be a pleasant ride... and keeping it on it's feet would be a feat in itself.

Jewels: making your way inside the armory you find only a few injured. it seems the emperor had graced the occupants of the armory with his favor as not a single person lay dead from the fallen beam inside the armory. many are trapped behind doors but no one is dead. as you rummage through the armory to free the civilians you hear the klaxons sound and the storm lights change from blue to orange, things had just gotten worse, much worse.

Gordon: you come up from the vehicle bay lift as a member of the reinforcement group moments before the klaxons sound. on the way up on the lift you hear the sounds of battle overhead but the slow lift seemed to have a flair for the dramatic. with the klaxons sounding still the doors open even as they start to be pelted with child sized chunks of ice falling from the sky. the rest of the reinforcements turn on their blizzard lights so the rest of the group could keep tabs on them, less they be lost in the storm. a group of warriors try and make a rush for the vehicle bay, but you and the rest of the reinforcements stand in their way.

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Lecutis felt a massive ball of ice smash into his right arm; leaving a heated throbbing sensation as it damaged the skin. All around him the hail pounded human an Tyranid alike, leaving both sides at the mercy of the weather. Lecustis waved the men around him towards the structures behind him; and ran like he had never done before.

A few minutes passed and suddenly the structures seemed farther away than he had initially thought. Damn, were never going to make it, he thought. Looking around he noticed a Sentinel coming up from the rear; one arm down and the other carrying a massive sheet of steel.

"Hey, Hey ya Bastard over here!" Grabbing the operators attention he ran towards the arm with the steel slab; the Guardsmen quickly on his heels. We felt a flood of relief as he got underneath it, but suddenly realized that it was becoming a fight for survival. Though himself and the operator were safe their were too many Guardsmen to all fit under the sheet. The situation presented itself to him and once again he took command.

"You there," he shouted, pointing at the inner most soldiers,"take your packs and give them to the men in the front. Form a shield, a Tetsudo, and keep the ice from breaking in. The soldier look at him dumbfounded and Lecutis, in a short fit of rage, tore the kit off the soldier back and tossed it to the nearest guy up front.

"Use that to shield yourself from above," he said. The man smiled at him, and suddenly the rest of them followed suit, taking everything but the coats off their backs to help the men in the front. For a few minutes Lecutis was proud of his handwork until he heard the operator yelp in surprise. Looking up he realized the steel plate and Sentinels roof were starting to give way under the relentless storm of ice. Remembering exactly what it had done to the monster from earlier Lecutis had no intention of becoming the next victim on his on home world; but what was he to do.

He did what he had always done. Closed his eyes and prayed to the God-Emperor that the damn thing would hold.



"Walk Softely, and Carry a Big Gun!"
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Without missing a moment, Oliver burst forward in a sprint. The rain of ice was not think yet at the point where he could stop ever now and then and look at the sky. Once the big icicle almost pierced his head if he had not literally thrown his body forward.

Continuing to run, he lunged and ducked beneath a rubble pile that seemed to have an opening, where he would be safe from the sharp downpour. Crawling through it, he appeared further down the battlements, in a straight road that would lead to the underground shelters. As he was running down it where the deadly icicles were thinner he couldn't help but think of the other officers he could know by name. He realized he might not see some down in the tunnels, that he might even find all were dead but this was no time to think of others.

He realized there was a chaos going on. Guardsmen were running about carrying packages, ammunition or just loads of weapons, to and from the front where the creatures had emerged. As he felt the chances of being impaled rising, he ducked under a sentinel that seemed to be left without a driver and then took advantage of an icy slope to swiftly slide down clumsily. Finally, on the main road to the underground shelter he couldn't help but notice groups of guardsmen running about in full equipment who probably were looking for helpless people to evacuate.
Oliver might have wanted to be in such a group but currently, with the bloodthirsty aliens running about and in the front he wanted nothing more than to arrive in the shelter so he sprinted again forward trying to make the best time possible.
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Taking a few shots at the creatures skittering towards him, Joric noticed that something odd was happening. Dozens of the chitinous horrors were vanishing into the snow, never to be seen again; what the hell is happening to these...things? He thought to himself. Then he felt something smack hard into his leg. Joric turned, his eyes caught sight of shattered ice pieces surrounding a small crater in the snow. The trooper's worst suspicions were confirmed at the sound of warning klaxons and flash of orange warning lights in the corner of his eye. Any native of Geminar can tell you what this means, that a storm is coming and that orange lights meant that this one was going to be deadly. More deadly than what we usually get.

Fear seizing him, Joric immediately broke into a run; desperate to find shelter before the rain of deadly ice reached ascendancy. The already frigid air around him was dropping to a more deadly chill; such was icy air that it even pushed the heat from his running away. A burst of wind coming from the heavens caught Joric off balance, but he remained on his feet albeit barely. It was when he was half-way down the stairs that another tempest blew towards him. This time, no longer able to maintain his balance, Joric fell and landed flat on his face in the snow. He reeled slightly from the fall but sprang, dazedly, to his feet. Another ice spike smashed next to him, this time remaining intact. "Frak!" he said aloud, realising another one almost hit him. He turned, to see other vehicles speeding away. Joric began to run once more, hoping to find one that wasn't moving and remained intact. In the chaos, he noticed that some of the transports had smashed into each other. No doubt these would make fine shelter. Immediately he run under the arch formed by the three twisted masses of metal, there he found four other PDF troopers. Relief briefly surged through him, but he realised that the entrance left them exposed to the deadly winds. "Quick! Get out your power shovels lest the wind chills our bones to ice!" So they grabbed their digging tools and began creating a shelter from the winds. It would be as the storm reached its peak deadliness as they finished their improvised wind shelter. The rain of razor sharp ice echoed in his ears and the wind howled, baying for the chilled blood of all that breathes. As they ducked into their shelters, Joric dearly hoped that the arch would not collapse on him and his fellows. Deep down he supposed it would be a painless way to go should it happen.

When the sky falls down, The Dead sleep no more. Can you survive as your world slowly tears itself apart?

"When life gives you lemons...BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD"

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