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Garden of The Dark PBF - Main Thread
Aramilllion:
"Very good, the Emperor looks at us most favourably. Now, the only problem is the Ork. But since it is impossible to conceal so recognizable silhouette, we can only pray for some fortune. Unless we provoke a street fight, everything ought to be all right.
Now, both of you, do you have anything more to add before we land? Any suggestions, proposals, requests?"
Silhar:
Hearing that nobody is up to ask any questions more, without one word Inertia turned on her seat towards the console, once again plugging into the system and grasping the wheel.
"Autopilot is offline.", announced the machine loudly, through the cracking speaker. "Two minutes to contact."
"Fasten your belts, boys and girls, it might shake a bit...", sneered the pilot, her voice changed a little, perhaps because of communion with a spirit of the machine.
Behind the windows, everything became more and more bright and the air inside the cockpit started seeming warmer, to a point it almost twitched. Silent hissing of hot metal could be heard as you were advancing slowly towards the surface.
Servo-skull turned around nervously with a silent beeping noise, as if frantically checking the hull's integrity.
Aramilllion:
The Arbitrator was not very pleased seeing none of his comrades eager to share one's thoughts.
He left the cockpit, sat on his place and braced for landing.
"Well, squad, the first stage of our initial mission begins in a moment. We shall not fail. Emperor prevails!"
"By the way, whose property is that servo-skull?" - he asked more casually after a while.
Silhar:
The Arbitrator's question hanged in the dense air as you passed the edge of the planet's atmosphere. It appears that evening is to come soon. For now it is bright yet, but the sky is already turning red, being covered in few ragged clouds - but from the east there is a wall of dark ones closing in slowly. Perhaps the night is going to be rainy...
Suprisingly, the air did not get any less muggy than when you were getting into the globe. It is actually hard to breathe, and it is just the evening. Who knows how it shall be in the midday ?
A quick glance down through the window reveals the landscape of some dangerous beauty. The most of the globe visible to you, if not flooded by extraordinarily clean water, is covered with dense, thick jungle. The land is extremely uneven, for now you are closing in to the mountain zone, its bare edges high in the sky as you descend.
This is when the story begins.
"No clue where the outpost is...", sneered the pilot clutching the rudder as half an hour of flight passed in the dense air. "And somehow I can not establish a connection with it. Something must be wrong with a radio..."
But her further suspicions couldn't be revealed.
Gunfire.
You can hear bullets ricocheting from the hull and in a lucky shot cracking the window - its shards soak the Eldar in an intimidating storm, its loud crack ringing in your ears...
"Orks !"
Aramilllion:
"Emperor damn them! I'm not very familiar with airfight, did we take any severe damage? And how long can we withstand them firing at us?" Ramirez though surprised at first, then behaved as befits a commanding officer.
"And how is it possible you cannot find the outpost?! Thought you've been there already quite a few times!"
"Squad, brace yourselves. It is possible that we shall land in the middle of a fight, so I want you to be ready for combat. Let's stick together and no one shall get hurt. Probably. I hope you know which side of the conflict you are fighting for, as if not, I shall kill you myself."
"Eldar, are you alright?" - he asked Sulyen noticing her rained with shards.
After giving the orders the Arbitrator checked his guns and awaited Inertia's answer.
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