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The buildings and spire-tops of Hive Primus materialize through through the smog alarmingly fast as you plummet towards the ground, falling between elevated highways and bridges linking hive-stacks and hab-blocks. On either side of you rise walls of metal and rockcrete like as you fall deeper into the hive than intended, far from your intended drop-zone. You glimpse on one platform as it passes by, a dock for aircraft or skycars perhaps, the familiar shape of a Hydra flak tank with it's quad-autocannons roaring and spraying massive tracers into the sky past you before you plummet past and its guns grow distant. Then, solid ground appears beneath you, any you activate your grav-chutes and gently descend to the rockcrete bridge that has become 1/3/E's new landing zone.

The storm that had battered your dropship seemed so distant now, little more than a steady, putrid rain dripping down from the bridges and platforms overhead and pooled on the roadway before draining even further down into the seemingly endless abyss below. Looking up gives you the impression of a great, man-made chasm crossed by rockcrete bridges and metal catwalks on every level. The sky was barely visible, a sliver of gray at the mouth of the metal chasm, hundreds of meters above.

The bridge was wide enough for a dozen vehicles or scores of people to travel side-by-side at once, a pathway to allow countless workers to travel from their residences to the great manufactorums and administratum buildings of the nearby blocks. It stretched at least a kilometer in either direction before reaching the thoroughfare running along the metal walls of the mountainous hive-stacks themselves. It served no such purpose now, only inhabited by the husks of dozens of vehicles: cargo haulers, transit buses, and personal transports stripped of any useful components. Some were riddled with bullet holes and scorch marks from some previous battle.

You glance around and notice the Sergeant is no longer among you.