Terra Do Gelo base Camp
The wind ripped through the base camp; blowing up snow that chilled the sentries to the bone. Warhost troops huddled around their heaters or buried themselves in dugouts hoping to avoid the worst of the chill. Nihilgenia stood guard around the main camp, they appeared to show no discomfort but given the Keibatsu funds, it left little doubt that the clones would be well insulated and kept warm inside their armour.
Another gust of wind tore open the flaps of one of the tents and a stifled curse escaped from within. The sound of hurried footsteps across the floor and a hand shot out from within, groped around for the loosened material and dragged it shut with as much force as the figure inside could muster.
“Blasted weather, I’m freezin’ ma bal…” a loud thump from somewhere nearby as one of the lights illuminating the camp toppled into the snow with a crunch. “…ls off. What blasted place is this?” The disgruntled Sadowan turned away from the tent flap, it now tightly secured, and moved his way back to his cot. “This is nae the place for us lass. There’s nothing oot there but snow and monsters, or so I hear.”
Firith traipsed back across the tent and dragged himself into bed. Cosying up to the body of his wife. Though they were both dressed from head to foot in warm clothing the bitter chill of the wasteland still left its mark. The Black Guard received a swift shove as he attempted to curl himself into Lilith.
“Get your cold everything off me, I had just gotten comfortable. Also watch your language, this is an official war camp. We have to appear professional for the others.” She pulled herself further into the layer of blankets and shivered. “As professional as you can get when you’re freezing your…well everything off.” Husband flashed wife a grin and the two settled down, for one last attempt at rest. The operation would begin tomorrow and neither felt keeling over into the snow. Lilith yawned and rolled her shoulders as she adjusted her position to tolerate the frozen body of her spouse. “As for why we’re here, I don’t know much but apparently it’s something to do with these bases. They belonged to Dlarit. All I know is we’re here to take them back, for the betterment of Sadow.You know the usual stuff. Now shut up, I want to sleep.”
That was that she turned herself around and faced the tent wall. Before she closed her eyes she could see the frost on the tent wall and then something tore through the night, something layered on the wind and she was positive it wasn’t the wind.
The Fallen Spear
“Are you sure about this? I mean the plan could work easily enough, it’s just I’ve not tested the Fangs in these conditions,” Selvaria pulled herself out from under the cockpit, her face splattered with much and her tool belt sitting haphazardly across her chest. “I mean we can do it sweets, but…it’s unknown factors. Constant darkness, that wind and snow. Hell, it looks like Hoth out down there.”
Kojiro reached down and dragged his partner up by the wrist and looked from her to the fighter and back again. The Keibatsu reached out and gently rubbed an oil stain from the woman’s nose, making it worse than it had been before. “We need your help, the Warhost has it’s own Forces but we need a quick hit and run manoeuvre to weaken the outer defences before the main host moves into secured the three locations. It’ll be fine, you’ll have Warhost support and I’ve asked the tree to support the manoeuvre,” the Umbaran/Mandalorian hybrid raised an eyebrow before remembering the discussion on Malik. “Plus I’ll be flying with you. So everything will be fine.”
Sel had moved to turn away then spun back on her heel with a start. “You are not, there’s no way you are ready for this type of action. You can stay up here or down there and coordinate this thing. I am not taking you out there if even I’m unsure if I’ll make it, never mind you.”
The Questor stared at her, she hated that stare it unnerved her but she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. “The operation is fine. Sanguinius has field command, Malik will assist the Air Forces. Bentre, Armad and Jurden are leading the strike teams. We already have scout Forces and machines giving us a rundown of these places,” the clone placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed tenderly. “It’s all in order, plus I’m not asking to join you. I’m telling. We leave at six in the morning.”
With that, he turned on his heel and marched across the hanger exit leaving Selvaria to sigh, look at the other fighters on board then head back to work getting them ready.
Dlarit Military and weapon Research Base Bravo**
Terra Do Gelo
Feet silently met the ground as the Warhost scout team finished their descent through the crevice and into the base. It was warmer here, at least by some degrees but the team still shivered as they moved from their landing point down the corridors and throughout the base.
The crevice had been a stroke of luck. A recon droid had gotten lost in a storm and gone way off track, only upon recalling it and rewatching its footage.
The team moved like ghosts through one corridor and the next. They figured they were behind the main areas likely to be inhabited but they still were taking no chances and if reports were to be believed the enemy had moved further back into the cavern system to secure their location. Minutes passed but nothing met the team but silence and the ominous feeling they weren’t entirely alone, however, each moment that passed simply led to another empty room or corridor and they were beginning to wonder exactly where these reported enemy combatants had vanished too.
They entered one of the larger caverns and proceeded across it. The light from their helmets illuminating their path but the distance they could see was extremely limited. All was silent until a noise from the back of the group had them halt and all turn as one. Nothing.
The squad Sergeant did a quick head count and quickly realised nothing was exactly what was there. One of his team was missing. A noise from his left had him spin just in time to see something large and looming lunge at him from the darkness and the world as he knew it went black.
Central War Chamber
Terra Do Gelo Warcamp
The feed from the scouts, or at least what they managed to get due to the interference, went dead and those gathered in the room shuffled uncomfortably. A figure at the back moved forward and took a position at the rooms table, seating himself and laying his hands on the metal in front of him. Thick gloves covered the hands of Sanguinius, Consul of Naga Sadow, and he could still feel the coldness of the metal resonate through to his skin.
“So that’s the last team gone quiet. The mining complexes, Alpha and now Bravo. The mines I understand was….rogue droids, Alpha the enemy were too well prepared and now some unknown things in the dark at Bravo,” he raised a hand and gently massaged his temple in annoyance. “This planet has seen far too much crap happen to it and I agreed to help lead this effort, as did all of us gathered around this table. I just am not a fan of leading men in blind but it appears we really have no other choice.”
His eyes roamed those who had joined him at the table. Jurden was here representing Shar Dakhan and Armad was here for Ragnos, though why the Techweaver was chosen was beyond the Consul’s knowledge. Kojiro had insisted and so Sanguinis had agreed. Malik was safely being shuttled up to one of the cruisers in low orbit to organise the fighter screen and bombardment and that left Bentre and himself.
“You all have your orders. Lead your strike teams against the locations, neutralise the targets alongside the Warhost and members of the Nihilgenia and secure all property with minimal damage,” the Consul stared at each, in turn, to ensure the last point was put across. “You will have support from the air as well as the main bulk of the Warhost’s forces. However, these conditions are less than ideal and I can’t guarantee what you will find once you’re inside. All I know for sure is we have rogue machines and the remnants of the enemy forces from the Cathedral assault. If you wish to back out now I understand,” no one replied to that and he sighed. “Then I suggest you all leave, get some rest. Gather your wits and your teams and let’s go to war.”
They all rose and each in turn nodded. They hadn’t said anything since the second scout team had gone down. This whole venture was more than they had bargained for and with unknown enemy forces holding three key locations to the further development of not just Tarthos and Ragnos, but potentially the entire clan. Well, this wasn’t a venture they could afford to lose.