There is nothing quite like the landing of a portable castle, Julian thought as the rumbling beneath his feet increased. Some meters below him, gigantic counter-thrusters were fighting against the gravity of Arcticonus Prime, slowing their descent from their orbital drop. This wasn’t his first time deploying from orbit, but this was the farthest he had ever been from his home system. Around him, strapped tightly into their drop harness’ were the men and women of the 32nd Prydian Muster Battalion, colloquially known as the “Bloody 32nd”. The unit patch was displayed on every shoulder he could see, and upon the door of their mobile barracks; a grim reaper with a bloody scythe, below that was the platoon’s motto “They’ll pay their due, to Thirty-two”.
Julian leaned back as far as he could and closed his eyes. Sarge had gotten them though worse than this. A lot worse. This time though, the wouldn’t be alone. Noble Retained and Dysteria shared this portable castle with them along with a battalion of the revered Duxis Battlesuits. The thought if those mighty battle machines put him somewhat at ease as the rumbling began to lessen. The lights in the room suddenly went yellow; the castle had landed. The harnesses burst upwards, releasing the Muster from their restraints. Sarge called for weapons check, before hitting a button on the wall, giving Command the “ready” signal. Julian took a deep breath, “Here we go.” - Taken from the campaign for the Arcticonus System (as played at Arction 2018)
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