[b]Icarus Prime[/b]
[i]Citadel-Two area[/i]
[i]20:00 - Icarus Prime Central Time[/i]

It took the Order around three hours to clear the way to Citadel-One. Alot of Vespen corpses had been thrown around everywhere - they needed to be cleared away, otherwise they might clog the way forward and of the humans whom would be landing more people into the meat grinder. The humans were very ill-prepared in the initial landing and assault - evident by the several empty transports that were lying on the many finely crafted streets of Citadel-Two.

The Grandmaster of Combat had his hands full, as he was having initiates run and fetch several old texts and datapads - namely indicating what ground-weapons worked best against the creatures; documents kept updated and intact for three centuries. Namely anything below heavy-weapon classification was useless and a waste of ammunition. Instead, the EoM could put it to better use - namely hunting down the several thousand xenos that weren't present with the other people in Citadel-One. Or present amongst the dead in Citadel-Two - atleast not in the amounts that was recorded. High-powered orbital scans would show a large tunnel system, running down the Alien Enclave - one dug during the three centuries and missed by the Archon and his police force.

The Order also carried and laid its own in a row next to eachother. Several of the Order' veterans dead - with only a white sheet to cover them. While their weapons were passed onto the next kin - letting many of the EoM citizens see whom had saved them. The bodies themselves were guarded.

Once the Vespen were dealt with and a barricade was slowly being made, another problem started to arose amongst the average person. Namely the situation was volatile and too dangerous for them to just returned to their homes - that also included another problem that has plagued mankind for eons; namely the issue of food. Many others waited for the Archon to appear, to give them orders and hope for their future. Instead, they got the Grandmaster of the Order; Alexius Harakam dragging the Archon out by his his leg and depositing him in the middle of a circle of people.


They looked confused and frightened - until Alexius spoke up, holding a datapad in his hand. "There is nothing," he spoke, throwing the datapad on the floor, from several citizens picked it up and started reading. Namely Alexius had left to coordinate with the man and found him locked away in his personal bunker. Why? Cause the resources usually set aside for bad days didn't exist. 

Namely the Treasury - kept up by Icarus Prime' mines - was empty. Utilized by the Archon for his own personal luxury, the food stores that were stored up incase of invasions - also gone. Sold away and the money used for more luxurious benefits.

"You have wasted the Emperor' resources and I declare you a traitor to his Empire... but your death, isn't for me to decide. For I have other responsibilities - namely saving the Emperor' people," spoke Alexius, before turning around and walking away. Leaving the Archon, surrounded by several hundred angry citizens.

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[i]23:00 - Icarus Prime Central Time[/i]

Several hours later, as more static defenses were built the smell of Vespen blood was still in the air. As the Grandmasters of Armaments, was having most of her Chapter busy and working. Namely they were in the process of keeping the people of Icarus Prime from starving and freezing.

With the supply stores empty and with no way to buy it in from neighbouring systems - they had to make due with what they have. Until the EoM bureaucracy could coordinate and send a decent convoy to re-supply and rebuild Icarus Prime' destroyed infrastructure.

In the meantime, they had to make due with what they had on the planet - which wasn't much. Since allowing civilians back into their homes was a big negative - since the Repulsor Fields were down, the Vespen could attack and nobody was eager to try their luck. The EoM ships in-orbit didn't have enough room to haul everyone away nor the supplies onboard to feed them all.

As such, the task of Icarus Prime' future well into the hands of the Icarus Order - whom took the route they had lived for three centuries. Namely making due with what they had and currently they had a lot of beasts to work with. As it was the Chapter of Armaments was busy carving up the thousands of dead Vespen for their meats and their hides - food and cloaks for warmth.

Several people could take shelter inside the buildings and shops in Citadel-One, but many more would be forced to sleeping outside - with the elements. While Icarus Prime was a warm planet, temperatures could easily drop at night. While the Order wasn't affected by it, the average citizens was.

Such was the case, that the two arms of the Empire were working in unison to keep the Emperor' servants safe and secure. The EoM would try and keep the people warm by providing or building tents or temporary huts for them. While the Order handled the food issue - namely thousands of dead Vespen were skinned and their hides turned into cloaks. While their meat was processed into edible food.

Some might grumble as it was a long fall away from living in a luxurious flat and not eating processed xeno meat. One was a family of three - a man, woman and their young daughter.

"By the Emperor. I hope those xeno filth, were eaten, shredded and left to bleed for days!" cursed the father, his cloak wrapped around his body - formely the skin of a Vespen Shredder. "I am sick of being like this. Living like some xeno."

"Honey, be calm. Atleast we are alive, warm and not dead. Or being eaten by those beasts," replied the mother, a similar cloak around her body - slightly larger as it covered her and her daughter. "Our daughter lives as well. Soon the Emperor's forces will restore order and we can return to our home."

"Agh. Why couldn't they go now?" he replied, stewing in his own hate - before all three of the family looked up and saw the forms of two Order Knights stopping infront of them - amongst the several dozens whom were keeping order between the citizens and not allowing their situation to develop into a riot or allow conflict or infighting to start breeding. One carrying a datapad and the other several tinfoil wrapped packages. One of them marked something down on their datapad, while the other crouched down and handed all three of them, the tinfoil wrapped packages - all of which were very warm. Once the two left, the family unwrapped the packages and saw the steaming pile of cooked Vespen meat, mixed with some red spices. "What kind of food is this? Xeno meat?"

"Better than starving. Or allowing our child to starve," replied the mother. 

The daughter didn't mind much, as she had been hungry for awhile now and the meat smelled delicious. Without further thinking she bit down and took a chunk out of the cooked Vespen meat. It tasted rather good, if spicy at that - but the Order had learned to fight, skin and cook Vespen meat for centuries now - so they had developed certain ways to make Vespen meat taste good. Plus it was a rather symbolic payback - as the citizens were eating those, whom wanted to eat them just hours ago. One where even the youngest could take part.