Sgt. Tavington of the Imperial Trenchers stands with his newly outfitted unit on the plains south of McCraig staring at the black spires looming on, what was until last week an empty horizon.
Sgt. T: Corporal Smith, looks like we’re first to the Assembly Area, have the squad create a defensive perimeter while we wait for the rest of the force to rally.
Cpl. S: Of course sir!. (Looking over his shoulder the Corporal Shouts) Lads! You heard the Sgt. get to work (Turning back to Sgt. Tavington) Sir, if you don’t mind my asking, what are we doing out here? They don’t tell me much.
Sgt. T: You see that (Points to the horizon). That is the most unholy abomination ever scene by the eyes of man…and we’re going to blow it up.
Cpl. S: Sir, not that I doubt the lads, but…we are getting some help right?
Sgt. T: Spot on! This is a cartel operation through and through, we’re expecting some of them capitol boys transferred of the McCraig line, even the Mishimese are sending some of their peasant soldiers and a couple of their samurai. Not to mention a squad of our own finest Golden Lions led by none other than Sgt. Edward Murdoch himself. That’s right boys. The Genuine hero. ‘Course it won’t be clear sailing that’s a citadel of the Lord of Madness, and his minions won’t be alone, the way command tells it the horde is along for the ride.
Cpl. S: So when can we expect all this help?
Sgt. T: Not rightly sure, but it sounds like the next to arrive will be some tribers the Cartel hired off of dark eden, Cresentians I think they said they call themselves, and our own Lions could arrive soon.
