!B2bSxiuNtM 09/07/09(Mon)03:05 No.5755772|
>Rin is now a Cultist. Congratulations.
>Move at current pace, alert Imperial Line to our approach
Your squad mate notifies the PDF of your coming advance. He nods to you as he confirms that they received the communication. You start moving towards the north west, at your slow pace, sticking to what little cover you find in the lush green fields that surround you. You would swear it was a paradise world, had your briefing not told you otherwise.
You have no hostile contact, for now. However, 200m towards your destination, you hear an ear shattering whine. It's another drop pod! Diving for cover, the pod impacts only meters from where you both stood, throwing shrapnel everywhere. The pod is utterly destroyed from the looks of the impact. It must have take a hit, as yours did. You move to check if there are survivors, assuming them to have perished in the crash.
You could not be more wrong.
From the wreckage, a mighty dreadnought claws its way out.
"I HAVE AWOKEN."
The dreadnought scans the area and spots you, moving with purposeful speed as it closes the short distance.
"WHERE ARE THE FOES, BROTHER. HAVE I ARRIVED TOO LATE?"
"No, noble Dreadnought. Merely, we were knocked off course. We're moving to the nearest Imperial Line to regroup." You explain.
"LEAD, BROTHER, SO THAT I MAY CONTINUE TO SERVE."
>Dreadnought Close Combat Weapon x2