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	== A Normal Day ==		== A Normal Day ==

	The Albion was taking a longer than ~~normal trip through~~ the Warp. Where ~~the~~ normal voyage ~~would be approximately~~ one to two weeks, Mordecai ~~said~~ this one ~~would be about~~ two months. ~~And Mordecai~~ was ~~an excellent Navigator,~~ a scion of his house. This meant ~~there was a larger amount of the usual~~ downtime ~~(provided~~ one could ignore the ghostly whispers that ~~usually~~ accompanied the vessel ~~on it’s~~ warp jumps). ~~Which for~~ the Master at Arms, ~~meant~~ paperwork.		The Albion was taking longer than usual to traverse the Warp. Where a normal voyage might last one or two weeks, Mordecai had estimated this one at roughly two months. The Navigator was a scion of his house and an excellent one at that. This extended journey meant more downtime than usual—provided one could ignore the ghostly whispers that often accompanied the vessel through its warp jumps. For the Master at Arms, that downtime translated into paperwork.

	Winter sat in his office within the Colonel’s ~~Manor,~~ renamed the ~~Crucible, busy signing~~ his name to ~~multiple forms on~~ dataslates and the occasional ~~bits of~~ parchment. Out of his warplate, ~~he was clad in~~ a simple habit, ~~pants~~ and boots. His assistant, a pleasant woman named Bunny (Winter ~~was fairly sure this~~ was a nickname), sat at her own desk in ~~her own~~ office, ~~continuously handing her master more and more piles~~ of ~~paperwork~~. She wore a standard ship’s uniform, ~~embossed~~ with the symbol of House Drake ~~in gold~~ and another ~~denoting~~ her ~~appointment~~ to the ~~ship’s~~ security detail.		Winter sat in his office within the Colonel’s Manor—now renamed the Crucible—signing his name to a seemingly endless stack of dataslates and the occasional parchment. Out of his warplate, the massive Astartes wore a simple habit, trousers, and boots. His assistant, a pleasant woman named Bunny (Winter suspected it was a nickname), sat at her own desk in the adjoining office, methodically passing him pile after pile of documents. She wore the standard ship’s uniform, adorned with the golden symbol of House Drake and another insignia marking her assignment to the security detail.

	Winter ~~was barely keeping~~ pace ~~with all the forms,~~ but stubbornly ~~kept trudging through~~. ~~The~~ forms ~~in question~~ were ~~primarily~~ training and discipline ~~reports that rarely reached the ears of anybody of real importance. Drunken~~ brawls, ~~theft over~~ a certain ~~value~~, ~~crimes that weren’t~~ enough to ~~warrant~~ the Lord-Captain’s attention ~~but serious enough to require~~ the ~~signature~~ of ~~the Master at Arms. For~~ punishments~~, Winter~~ largely ~~left that up~~ to the officer corps and senior enlisted~~. This in turn meant he trusted~~ them to handle their own problems, ~~and to make sure they were handled or~~ he would take a personal interest. ~~And nobody really~~ wanted ~~his attention on the matter~~.		Winter struggled to keep pace but pressed on stubbornly. Most of the forms were routine training and discipline reports—drunken brawls, thefts above a certain threshold, and other infractions serious enough to require the Master at Arms’ signature but not the Lord-Captain’s direct attention. Winter left the assignment of punishments largely to the officer corps and senior enlisted, trusting them to handle their own problems. If they failed to do so properly, he would take a personal interest. Few wanted that.

	Hours passed, ~~with the paperwork assigned to that day (~~diligently organized by his assistant~~) finished~~. Winter ~~continued sitting~~ at his desk, dataslate in hand ~~and~~ idly sipping a comically large mug of tea. He was ~~poring over~~ a report ~~regarding~~ a brawl between a ~~first company~~ armsman and one of the Svard soldiers. It had ~~been~~ broken up by a team from the 37th ~~Stormtroopers when weapons were drawn. And by broken up, the stormtroopers~~ had ~~broken~~ the hands of both ~~men~~. The ~~Space Marine~~ had been ~~sent this~~ because ~~this one incident~~ involved all three of the militant forces ~~on board the Albion~~ (save for the ~~armor boys~~, who very much ~~kept~~ to themselves).		Hours passed. The day’s paperwork, diligently organized by his assistant, was finally complete. Winter remained at his desk, dataslate in hand, idly sipping from a comically large mug of tea. He was reviewing a report on a brawl between a First Company armsman and one of the Svard soldiers. The fight had escalated to weapons being drawn and was broken up by a team from the 37th Stormtroopers—who had shattered the hands of both combatants in the process. The incident had been escalated to Winter because it involved all three of the ship’s militant forces (save for the armored company, who kept very much to themselves).

	The large ~~man~~ gave a ~~small~~ grunt of irritation ~~over the matter, and~~ debated ~~calling in all of~~ the men involved to personally berate them for their ~~stupidity~~, or ~~just~~ assigning them on a security detail ~~through~~ the bilges. ~~He placed~~ the tea ~~down~~, ~~and~~ it ~~was swiftly~~ replaced by a ~~normally~~-sized stein ~~filled with~~ beer. Without looking, ~~Winter~~ took it and sipped at the Fenrisian Ale. It had been ~~purchased~~ at ~~great cost~~ by ~~one~~ Lord Inquisitor~~, and given~~ as thanks for ~~the service he had provided for~~ the Inquisition over ~~a decade (especially in assisting in keeping~~ one Rogue Trader on the good ~~side of the Imperium’s~~ graces). Winter leaned back in his chair~~, the special alcohol~~ temporarily ~~disabling~~ his Oolitic Kidney ~~and letting~~ the alcohol pleasantly ~~fuzz~~ his ~~mind~~. No, he wouldn’t ~~detail~~ them to the ~~Bilges~~. ~~Instead, verbally tearing a strip off of them was a much better use of resources~~.		The large Space Marine gave a low grunt of irritation. He debated summoning the men involved to personally berate them for their foolishness, or perhaps assigning them to a security detail in the bilges. Setting the tea aside, he found it promptly replaced by a normal-sized stein of beer. Without looking, he took it and sipped the Fenrisian Ale. It had been procured at considerable expense by a Lord Inquisitor as thanks for services rendered to the Inquisition over the past decade—particularly for helping keep one particular Rogue Trader in the Imperium’s good graces.
			Winter leaned back in his chair. The potent brew temporarily suppressed his Oolitic Kidney, allowing the alcohol to pleasantly haze his thoughts. No, he wouldn’t condemn them to the bilges. A thorough verbal dressing-down would suffice.

	“I want these men in my office first thing tomorrow.” ~~The large man~~ rumbled, handing the dataslate to his assistant. She ~~took~~ it after ~~putting~~ the empty tea ~~keg~~ on the serving platter.		“I want these men in my office first thing tomorrow,” he rumbled, handing the dataslate to his assistant. She accepted it after placing the empty tea vessel on the serving platter.

	“Absolutely my lord. Also, the Lord-Captain ~~is requesting~~ your presence at supper once more.” ~~She~~ replied.		“Absolutely, my lord. Also, the Lord-Captain requests your presence at supper once more,” she replied.

	Winter nodded ~~in return~~. “Please inform him I will be there presently.” He ~~stood~~, ~~taking his~~ tankard ~~with him as he walked out~~ the ~~door, grabbing a~~ belt ~~with a sheathed~~ chainsword and bolt pistol as he made his way to the Captain’s Table. He ~~just~~ hoped that Solarus wouldn’t freeze ~~over~~ his wine again...		Winter nodded. “Please inform him I will be there presently.”

			He rose, tankard in hand, and strode from the office. Pausing only to belt on his chainsword and bolt pistol, he made his way toward the Captain’s Table. He only hoped that Solarus wouldn’t freeze his wine again...

	== Answered Prayers ==		== Answered Prayers ==

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	Her bloody hand reached out to his.		Her bloody hand reached out to his.

			== Girding ==

			Within the depths of the Crucible, lays a room that has no name. Three of the walls are occupied with various pieces of wargear, the remaining wall taken up with a large crest of the Star Knight's chapter. In the center is a dais, outlined with candles and nearly hidden by wafts of incense smoke. It is here that the being who was once a man stands, clad in only a bodysuit. Two priests of Mars stand nearby, ready to assist. On a low table, dimly lit by candles and obscured by more incense lays pieces of armor.

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	This led him to another train of thought. He had long ago sent a message to any and all Astartes units in the Expanse, requesting their aid in stopping this WAAAGH! before it became a true problem. No response had been given, and Winter didn't expect any help from any Astartes at all. So he had to make do with what he was given. Problem was, his forces were starting to fall apart. Almost a month of brutal combat operations against a ruthless and unforgiving enemy. Relief was needed soon, or they would be rolled over by the sheer number of xenos they faced.		This led him to another train of thought. He had long ago sent a message to any and all Astartes units in the Expanse, requesting their aid in stopping this WAAAGH! before it became a true problem. No response had been given, and Winter didn't expect any help from any Astartes at all. So he had to make do with what he was given. Problem was, his forces were starting to fall apart. Almost a month of brutal combat operations against a ruthless and unforgiving enemy. Relief was needed soon, or they would be rolled over by the sheer number of xenos they faced.

	When the chants ended and everyone stood up to begin filing out, Winter walked out into the sunlight of the inner city. The occasional shell hit the void shields from Ork artillery, exploding in a cascading sheet of green light. A woman in blue and gold fatigues rushed up the stairs, giving Winter a quick salute when she stopped, breathing hard. Winter was ~~proud~~ to note that she was not totally out of breath.		When the chants ended and everyone stood up to begin filing out, Winter walked out into the sunlight of the inner city. The occasional shell hit the void shields from Ork artillery, exploding in a cascading sheet of green light. A woman in blue and gold fatigues rushed up the stairs, giving Winter a quick salute when she stopped, breathing hard. Winter was satisfied to note that she was not totally out of breath.

	"Sir, we're seeing another Ork buildup. They'll hit the wall in another half-hour." she said.		"Sir, we're seeing another Ork buildup. They'll hit the wall in another half-hour." she said.

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	When the Orks were within one-hundred feet, be barked a command, and the lasguns abruptly stopped, the front rank coming to a crouch and fixing bayonets to their weapons. The fifth and sixth rows moved forward, shotguns in hand and leveled them at the horde, their weapons scattering pellets into the Orks rushing forward. It didn't do much, save for holding back the tide for a few moments.		When the Orks were within one-hundred feet, be barked a command, and the lasguns abruptly stopped, the front rank coming to a crouch and fixing bayonets to their weapons. The fifth and sixth rows moved forward, shotguns in hand and leveled them at the horde, their weapons scattering pellets into the Orks rushing forward. It didn't do much, save for holding back the tide for a few moments.

	"FOR THE GLORY OF THE IMPERIUM, CHAAAAAARGE!!!!!!" the Space Marine bellowed, a fanatic fervor lighting his eyes as he bolted forward, the blue and gold Armsmen hot on his heels. A song of war started in their throats as they squarely met the Orks, bayonets shoving into Ork flesh by the hundreds, stub revolvers barking and shotguns booming.		"FOR THE GLORY OF THE IMPERIUM, CHAAAAAARGE!!!!!!" the Space Marine bellowed, a fanatic fervor lighting his eyes as he bolted forward, the blue and gold Armsmen hot on his heels. A song of war started in their throats as they squarely met the Orks, bayonets shoving into Ork flesh by the hundreds, stub revolvers barking and shotguns booming. They did not merely stand, but pushed against the xenos horde that threatened their way of life.

	Where the assault on the Basilica had taken hours, the melee lasted fifteen minutes. Orks died by the score, as did a few armsmen. After it had all finished, the Space Marine known as Winter stood in the middle, surrounded by the bodies of the foul greenskins. He breathed heavily, as did the remaining men of the Drake's Own Regiment.		Where the assault on the Basilica had taken hours, the melee lasted fifteen minutes. Orks died by the score, as did a few armsmen. After it had all finished, the Space Marine known as Winter stood in the middle, surrounded by the bodies of the foul greenskins. He breathed heavily, as did the remaining men of the Drake's Own Regiment.

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	The Ork horde had pressed the Crusaders back into the Basilica itself. The fighting went on for an hour, the Crusaders suffering horrible casualties to keep the Ork menace at bay.		The Ork horde had pressed the Crusaders back into the Basilica itself. The fighting went on for an hour, the Crusaders suffering horrible casualties to keep the Ork menace at bay.

	Outside, a rumbling began. It was a subtle thing, then slowly became more distinct. Thud, thud, thud, thud, THUD, THUD, THUD. A group of Orks at the back of the fighting turned to look, and on the mighty road leading to the large Basilica, a force of a thousand men marched in formation, their feet to time. Their blue and gold uniforms were resplendent, lasguns held across their chests. A chant ~~came~~ through the smoke-filled air.		Outside, a rumbling began. It was a subtle thing, then slowly became more distinct. Thud, thud, thud, thud, THUD, THUD, THUD. A group of Orks at the back of the fighting turned to look, and on the mighty road leading to the large Basilica, a force of a thousand men marched in formation, their feet to time. Their blue and gold uniforms were resplendent, lasguns held across their chests. A war-chant echoed through the smoke-filled air. For a moment, a ray of sunlight hit the formation. The gold thread and metal on their uniforms glittered brightly. At the forefront strode another warrior, his armor lit incredibly bright. He stood head and shoulders above the rest of the men and women. His face grim and filled with purpose.

	"Father, on bended knee I ask thee, raise thy hand. We are your sons, awaiting thy command. Born under the sign of the hammer we stand, and here we all may die. Our blood on the ground, the battle horns sound, let thy Valkyries fly!"

	For a moment, a ray of sunlight hit the formation. The gold thread and metal on their uniforms glittered brightly. At the forefront strode another warrior, his armor lit incredibly bright. He stood head and shoulders above the rest of the men and women. His face ~~was~~ grim and filled with a purpose.

	The Orks beat their fellows, eagerly pointing at the mass of humies advancing towards them. As one, they lifted off the steps of the Basilica. In reaction, the front ranks of Drake's Own dropped to the ground, the second knelt, and the fourth half stepped to a side, their lasguns leveling as one. Sergeants bawled orders, although the Space Marine at the fore kept striding forward, unholstering his bolt pistol to be held behind his shield.		The Orks beat their fellows, eagerly pointing at the mass of humies advancing towards them. As one, they lifted off the steps of the Basilica. In reaction, the front ranks of Drake's Own dropped to the ground, the second knelt, and the fourth half stepped to a side, their lasguns leveling as one. Sergeants bawled orders, although the Space Marine at the fore kept striding forward, unholstering his bolt pistol to be held behind his shield.
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	"FOR THE GLORY OF THE IMPERIUM, CHAAAAAARGE!!!!!!" the Space Marine bellowed, a fanatic fervor lighting his eyes as he bolted forward, the blue and gold Armsmen hot on his heels. A song of war started in their throats as they squarely met the Orks, bayonets shoving into Ork flesh by the hundreds, stub revolvers barking and shotguns booming.		"FOR THE GLORY OF THE IMPERIUM, CHAAAAAARGE!!!!!!" the Space Marine bellowed, a fanatic fervor lighting his eyes as he bolted forward, the blue and gold Armsmen hot on his heels. A song of war started in their throats as they squarely met the Orks, bayonets shoving into Ork flesh by the hundreds, stub revolvers barking and shotguns booming.

	Where the assault on the Basilica had taken hours, the melee lasted fifteen minutes. Orks died by the score, as did a few armsmen. After it had all finished, the Space Marine known as Winter stood in the middle, surrounded by the bodies of the foul greenskins. He breathed heavily, as did the remaining men of the Drake's Own.		Where the assault on the Basilica had taken hours, the melee lasted fifteen minutes. Orks died by the score, as did a few armsmen. After it had all finished, the Space Marine known as Winter stood in the middle, surrounded by the bodies of the foul greenskins. He breathed heavily, as did the remaining men of the Drake's Own Regiment.

	Winter turned to the side, looking at the Basilica they had fought to defend. It blazed with light when the sun hit it just so. A soldier walked up to Winter, also looking at the Basilica.		Winter turned to the side, looking at the Basilica they had fought to defend. It blazed with light when the sun hit it just so. A soldier walked up to Winter, also looking at the Basilica.

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	"FOR THE GLORY OF THE IMPERIUM, CHAAAAAARGE!!!!!!" the Space Marine bellowed, a fanatic fervor lighting his eyes as he bolted forward, the blue and gold Armsmen hot on his heels. A song of war started in their throats as they squarely met the Orks, bayonets shoving into Ork flesh by the hundreds, stub revolvers barking and shotguns booming.		"FOR THE GLORY OF THE IMPERIUM, CHAAAAAARGE!!!!!!" the Space Marine bellowed, a fanatic fervor lighting his eyes as he bolted forward, the blue and gold Armsmen hot on his heels. A song of war started in their throats as they squarely met the Orks, bayonets shoving into Ork flesh by the hundreds, stub revolvers barking and shotguns booming.

	"Glory and fame, Blood is our name, Souls full of thunder! Hearts of steel, Killers of men, Of warriors friend, Sworn to avenge our fallen brothers! Sons of the gods, today we shall die, Open Valhalla's door! Let the battle begin, with swords in the wind, Hail Gods of War! Sons of the gods today we shall die, Open Valhalla's door! Let the battle begin with swords in the wind! Hail Gods of War! Let the battle begin with swords in the wind! Hail Gods of War!!!"

	Where the assault on the Basilica had taken hours, the melee lasted fifteen minutes. Orks died by the score, as did a few armsmen. After it had all finished, the Space Marine known as Winter stood in the middle, surrounded by the bodies of the foul greenskins. He breathed heavily, as did the remaining men of the Drake's Own.		Where the assault on the Basilica had taken hours, the melee lasted fifteen minutes. Orks died by the score, as did a few armsmen. After it had all finished, the Space Marine known as Winter stood in the middle, surrounded by the bodies of the foul greenskins. He breathed heavily, as did the remaining men of the Drake's Own.

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	Winter stood from his landing position inside the church, the archeotech auspex mounted to his gauntlet tagged the two life signs nearby. He moved towards them, his heavy armored feet providing a heavier counter note to the claws and fangs on the door. He looked down at the two women, going down on one knee and extending his free hand.		Winter stood from his landing position inside the church, the archeotech auspex mounted to his gauntlet tagged the two life signs nearby. He moved towards them, his heavy armored feet providing a heavier counter note to the claws and fangs on the door. He looked down at the two women, going down on one knee and extending his free hand.

	"DO YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE?" came the offer, as the woman looked up at an avenging angel, a paladin of the Emperor's fury. Her bloody hand reached out to his.		"DO YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE?" came the offer, as the woman looked up at an avenging angel, a paladin of the Emperor's fury. Outside came the heavy thudding of an autocannon on cyclic with the screech of Tyranids in pain and fury.

			Her bloody hand reached out to his.

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	"MY LORD! THE SCOUT CRAFT PICKED UP TWO LIFE SIGNS, EIGHTY-SEVEN PERCENT LIKELY TO BE HUMAN!" the systems operator barked. Hope kindled inside the massive transhuman warrior. "BUGS ARE IN THE VICINITY, WE'LL BE IN THE TOWN'S AIRSPACE IN FIVE MINUTES!"		"MY LORD! THE SCOUT CRAFT PICKED UP TWO LIFE SIGNS, EIGHTY-SEVEN PERCENT LIKELY TO BE HUMAN!" the systems operator barked. Hope kindled inside the massive transhuman warrior. "BUGS ARE IN THE VICINITY, WE'LL BE IN THE TOWN'S AIRSPACE IN FIVE MINUTES!"

	Winter's eyes grew intense. It was the first report of human life they'd managed to find in human settlements that had been overrun by the Tyranid horde that was beginning to engulf the planet. The faceplate snapped closed, and the artificial eye lenses of the helm burned a sullen red. "~~Feed me the coordinates and inform the Albion~~." his vox-corrupted voice rumbled.		Winter's eyes grew intense. It was the first report of human life they'd managed to find in human settlements that had been overrun by the Tyranid horde that was beginning to engulf the planet. The faceplate snapped closed, and the artificial eye lenses of the helm burned a sullen red. "FEED ME THE COORDINATES AND INFORM THE ALBION." his vox-corrupted voice rumbled.

	Below, was the town of Kharkiv. It once had been home to seven-thousand people, and was a local trading hub for foodstuffs in the region. Warehouses and markets dotted the streets, with living quarters atop the massive buildings. At the center, was a modest church dedicated to the Emperor the form of the Provider. Where there used to be the creaking of carts mixed with the rumbling of promethium-burning engines, was now replaced by the scuttling of claws on cobblestone and permacrete, keening wails of Tyranid bio-forms on the hunt.		Below, was the town of Kharkiv. It once had been home to seven-thousand people, and was a local trading hub for foodstuffs in the region. Warehouses and markets dotted the streets, with living quarters atop the massive buildings. At the center, was a modest church dedicated to the Emperor the form of the Provider. Where there used to be the creaking of carts mixed with the rumbling of promethium-burning engines, was now replaced by the scuttling of claws on cobblestone and permacrete, keening wails of Tyranid bio-forms on the hunt.

	The Church was built solidly, with defense in mind, in line with most Imperial structures. Sturdy walls of rockcrete now pockmarked with lasblasts and acid craters. The doors of adamantine holding the nightmarish horde at bay. Candles lined the walls within, giving small illumination to works of art glorifying humanity and the Emperor. Bodies of once-wounded soldiers and clergy littered the floor amongst the rockcrete pews. At the altar, where an image stood of the Emperor acting as the great Provider for humanity, ~~giving gifts~~ of ~~technology~~, ~~food~~ and ~~safety~~, ~~laid~~ a ~~man~~ in ~~simple garb~~.		The Church was built solidly, with defense in mind, in line with most Imperial structures. Sturdy walls of rockcrete now pockmarked with lasblasts and acid craters. The doors of adamantine holding the nightmarish horde at bay. Candles lined the walls within, giving small illumination to works of art glorifying humanity and the Emperor. Bodies of once-wounded soldiers and clergy littered the floor amongst the rockcrete pews. At the altar, where an image stood of the Emperor acting as the great Provider for humanity, laid an old woman in simple garb. Blood stained her habit, her hand pressed against her gut. In her other arm was a small girl, shielded by the woman's body from the scraping sounds of claws upon metal coming from the door. The girl whimpered, pressing herself further against the body of her protector.

			"Come now little one..." the woman gasped, her hand leaving her midriff covered in blood, to clasp a pendant embossed with the Aquila that hung hapazardly from her neck. "We are in the house of the God-Emperor, and you need not fear."

			The woman pressed the pendant into the hands of the girl, breaking the chain as she did. A hissing shriek came from the doors, muffled by the rockcrete walls around them. The girl whimpered again, but holding fast to the pendant.

			The woman thought furiously, angry that she was helpless. A prayer came to her, reaching back through the mists of time from her early days in service to the Ecclesiarchy...

			"A spiritu dominatus, Domine, libra nos, From the lighting and the tempest, Our Emperor, deliver us. From plague, temptation and war, Our Emperor, deliver us, From the scourge of the Kraken, Our Emperor, deliver us." she whispered, the girl crying into her shoulder. From outside, a howl rose in pitch, growing louder as it grew closer. The church shuddered from a mighty impact, and the girl shrieked in fear of the unknown. The woman shielded her as best she could as something came through the roof, slate and metal rebar spalling around the inside of the place of worship. When seemingly nothing happened for a few heartbeats, the woman looked up as curiosity finally got the better of her.

			Winter stood from his landing position inside the church, the archeotech auspex mounted to his gauntlet tagged the two life signs nearby. He moved towards them, his heavy armored feet providing a heavier counter note to the claws and fangs on the door. He looked down at the two women, going down on one knee and extending his free hand.

			"DO YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE?" came the offer, as the woman looked up at an avenging angel, a paladin of the Emperor's fury. Her bloody hand reached out to his.

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	Unfortunately, the bugs had crashed a ship onto the planet as their main means of invasion, which kicked up a massive dust cloud across the planet that degraded visibility, and the resulting ionic interference distorted auspex readouts and vox systems. That didn't stop Winter from doing everything he could to try and save more of the planet's civilian population. He frequently flew out himself, and finding nothing the majority of the time. Until a week in...		Unfortunately, the bugs had crashed a ship onto the planet as their main means of invasion, which kicked up a massive dust cloud across the planet that degraded visibility, and the resulting ionic interference distorted auspex readouts and vox systems. That didn't stop Winter from doing everything he could to try and save more of the planet's civilian population. He frequently flew out himself, and finding nothing the majority of the time. Until a week in...

			"MY LORD!" a crewman of the Aquila Lander moved to the back of the craft. He was yelling so as to be heard over the roar of the engines and buffeting of reentry. Winter occupied the rear compartment, having to kneel lest he scrape the roof. He looked up, the faceplate of his helmet open. His eyes were tired, and he expected another report of a town stripped clean of biomass.

			"MY LORD! THE SCOUT CRAFT PICKED UP TWO LIFE SIGNS, EIGHTY-SEVEN PERCENT LIKELY TO BE HUMAN!" the systems operator barked. Hope kindled inside the massive transhuman warrior. "BUGS ARE IN THE VICINITY, WE'LL BE IN THE TOWN'S AIRSPACE IN FIVE MINUTES!"

			Winter's eyes grew intense. It was the first report of human life they'd managed to find in human settlements that had been overrun by the Tyranid horde that was beginning to engulf the planet. The faceplate snapped closed, and the artificial eye lenses of the helm burned a sullen red. "Feed me the coordinates and inform the Albion." his vox-corrupted voice rumbled.

			Below, was the town of Kharkiv. It once had been home to seven-thousand people, and was a local trading hub for foodstuffs in the region. Warehouses and markets dotted the streets, with living quarters atop the massive buildings. At the center, was a modest church dedicated to the Emperor the form of the Provider. Where there used to be the creaking of carts mixed with the rumbling of promethium-burning engines, was now replaced by the scuttling of claws on cobblestone and permacrete, keening wails of Tyranid bio-forms on the hunt.

			The Church was built solidly, with defense in mind, in line with most Imperial structures. Sturdy walls of rockcrete now pockmarked with lasblasts and acid craters. The doors of adamantine holding the nightmarish horde at bay. Candles lined the walls within, giving small illumination to works of art glorifying humanity and the Emperor. Bodies of once-wounded soldiers and clergy littered the floor amongst the rockcrete pews. At the altar, where an image stood of the Emperor acting as the great Provider for humanity, giving gifts of technology, food and safety, laid a man in simple garb.

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	== A Normal Day ==		== A Normal Day ==

	The Albion was taking a longer than normal trip through the Warp. Where the normal voyage would be approximately one to two weeks, Mordecai said this one would be about two months. And Mordecai was an excellent Navigator, a scion of his house. This meant there was a larger amount of the usual downtime (provided one could ignore the ghostly whispers that usually accompanied the vessel on it’s warp jumps. Which for the Master at Arms, meant paperwork.		The Albion was taking a longer than normal trip through the Warp. Where the normal voyage would be approximately one to two weeks, Mordecai said this one would be about two months. And Mordecai was an excellent Navigator, a scion of his house. This meant there was a larger amount of the usual downtime (provided one could ignore the ghostly whispers that usually accompanied the vessel on it’s warp jumps). Which for the Master at Arms, meant paperwork.

	Winter sat in his office within the Colonel’s Manor, renamed the Crucible, busy signing his name to multiple forms on dataslates and the occasional bits of parchment. Out of his warplate, he was clad in a simple habit, pants and boots. His assistant, a pleasant woman named Bunny (Winter was fairly sure this was a nickname), sat at her own desk in her own office, continuously handing her master more and more piles of paperwork. She wore a standard ship’s uniform, embossed with the symbol of House Drake in gold and another denoting her appointment to the ship’s security detail.		Winter sat in his office within the Colonel’s Manor, renamed the Crucible, busy signing his name to multiple forms on dataslates and the occasional bits of parchment. Out of his warplate, he was clad in a simple habit, pants and boots. His assistant, a pleasant woman named Bunny (Winter was fairly sure this was a nickname), sat at her own desk in her own office, continuously handing her master more and more piles of paperwork. She wore a standard ship’s uniform, embossed with the symbol of House Drake in gold and another denoting her appointment to the ship’s security detail.