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Trooper Farrell

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[19:00 Hours]

Trooper Farrell trudged through the dusty vehicle park where several "Drastics"* had been vehicle pooled. In the background there were several troopers huddling round a ration-lamp warming their food and there was a vehicle [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqRyM8tEdN0]radio[/url] left on.

The floor was made dusty from the promethium gaslights that lit the courtyard. Farrell looked up and several of the overhead pipes and ducts had several imperial Aquila flags hanging from them, some were being newly installed by a group of 53rd Troopers. The fighting had been sporadic and unpredictable. The cult that ran the place had taken over the promethium junction control some years ago. However the victory almost seemed trite, most of the leadership had moved out along with most of their equipment leaving only a token force of their bravest and stupidest and most suicidal followers. Farrell walked into the red brick promethium junction control bunker to deliver his message to the brass and crossed through the open blast doors that were flanked either side by grenadiers with Lucious pattern lasguns, the sentries were still but their eyes flicked back and forth surveying all who entered the building. He took a right turn down a hallway with the grease stain on the wall, several attendants and batmen were busy bringing in equipment such as maps and radio cases to be checked over, one such wore a slate monotron on his left arm while others carried clipboards. He eventually found the [url=https://i.postimg.cc/yxgmg05G/Screenshot-2022-09-19-at-20-40-32.png]room[/url] the officers were in.

The two door guards eyed him up and he entered. One had a Lucious and the other had a Plasmagun. They seemed to recognize him and he entered wordlessly. He could see that their pressure helmets lenses were lit up blue, most likely with intel on himself from the HUD. A [url=https://i.postimg.cc/KYb1ZMtm/Screenshot-2019-10-14-at-13-37-06.png]young man[/url] with blonde hair came up to him with a clipboard, the name-patch on his jacket said "Trooper Keen". He spoke lazily "state your name and business."

"Trooper Farrell, squad seven, come to deliver intel recovered from enemy leader."

Keen just looked down on his clipboard and made a tick with his pencil. "Right, report to your L-T."

Farrell clicked his heels toghether as he stood to attention, then departed. On a small wooden desk on the left side was his Lieutenant: Douglas Orr who was reading something while a few other attendants and sergeants buzzed around him. In the middle of the room he caught a glimpse of "Fighting Man" himself, he was giving a speech to a few commissioned officers. He strained his ears to catch what was being said by his deep voice.

"... which is precisely why we need Duct B hubwards up and running and any shrines cleared out, with the emphasis on pacification..."

Then he looked back to Lieutennant Orr who was now sat up and looking at him. He moved off towards the L-T.

"Lets have it lad." Said Lieutennant Orr

"Trooper Farrell, squad seven. We just cleared out the east wing, minimal resistance, recovered this intel." 

He reached into his ammunition pocket and took out a largeish velum tome. It appeared to have been made out of human skin. Rather disgustingly the user seemed to have collected one of every race he could find. The Lieutennant let two beats pass before he took it. He quickly dropped it on his desk with the tip of his fingers and then took a deep sigh. "Dismissed"

Farrell felt like a weight had been lifted from his heart and nearly skipped away.

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Acastus pattern Chimera “Drastic”

The neighboring forge world to Havelock produces the Acastus pattern weapons from their Acastus STC files. While never in great supply the Chimera was nonetheless a familiar sight in Havelocks PDF. However the war with the greenskins hulked many such vehicles and forced the 53rd to hack together their remaining chassis and weapons to keep them up and running. Such vehicles have been termed “Drastics”. The average Drastic will mount the standard Acastus pattern low velocity gun; a sustained fire version of the Heavy Grenade Launcher and it is generally preferred to use a heavy flamer on the hull. Instead of mounting lasgun arrays on the hull, these have been removed in favor of firing slits, which allows the squads to fire their own weapons in safety, however as such it is not vac-sealed, which is a matter of little consequence considering they have the Hykon pattern pressure helm as standard issue.

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