Literature
[W40K] Endless Rain - 12 - Breaking Emrath A
Makara was ready. Preciely as the clock ticked to t equals zero the air began to flicker. Sparks of lightning and fires ran over the steel of the beacon, the head of the spacedock of Emrath. Makara had listend to the voices in the communication, relayed through Devos. The “Flames of a Better Time” was on course, expected to connect to the docks in mere minutes. Fog and rain were thick, the temperature low, but not freezing. Eight degrees above freezing point to be precicely. Through the fabric of reality, shapes were now drawn out by the rain, surrounded by flickering lights. All only took mere seconds, then, with a rupture that send its ripples through the rain, they emerged, one by one. Nine heads she counted, including her, ten. The Vanguard of the Mechanicum had arrived. From what she had seen, observed about the defenders of the port, noone of the pityful guards and workers would see their family again.
Quick, formal, military greetings and informations were exchanged. From all
