“Jarl, we have found something.” The Wolf Scout Pack Leader said as he stalked into Bulveye’s tent.
“Mikail, if anyone other than you entered my tent like that, I would hang their pelt from my belt……What have you found old friend?” Bulveye turned to Mikail, looking very grim.
“It appears to be some sort of archeotech device, Bulveye. The enemy is cunning and, although we skirmish and do a fair amount of damage, no remains are ever left. This is the only thing we have found…..Be wary – it makes my hair stand on end…..” Mikail said as he sat the cube down on Bulveye’s table.
“Call lord Gerrick and the Iron Priest Rjol to my tent.” Bulveye said as he walked around the table.
“Aye Lord” Mikail replied as he slipped out of the hab tent.
Lord Bulveye poked a very meager finger towards the blue and silver cube when there was a intense pulse of blue white light.
Elsewhere…….
--Gene Sequence locked, my Liege. The wolflings have been subjugated to a pocket dimension. You are free to hunt them at will—Lord Hateksut let out a mechanical laugh. –Flesh creatures….haven’t they heard that curiosity killed the Bast?--
Back on Protasia Primus
“Lord Drixtol?” the vox officer called. “We are unable to raise either Captain Rikhen or Lord Bulveye via the vox.”
“Keep trying…..They may be lacking in performance, but an Astartes would never shirk from their duty.” Drixtol replied, his hands gripping the edge of his holomap table. “We must capitalize on the momentum we have gathered – prepare my forces for combat!”
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