A Cold Front

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The creaking loading bay door dropped down with a sudden thud. Pressurisation gas expelled out front the vents in the floor. As the smoke cleared Lora got a proper look at the rocky wasteland. Jagged rocked poked out of the ground and pointed towards the stars. Patches of snow lay spread across the rocks. Never spreading or melting they just lay dormant, in a state of sorta permafrost.

Lora was accompanied by Daval a human from the mid rim. He didn’t speak much so Lora thought he’d be perfect for recon. She wasn’t feeling very social today. As they approached the spot morning began to break. In the distance the silhouette of a strange type of walker came into view.

It loomed above the landscape its glowing crimson cockpit window pierced through the morning fog. A squad of stormtroopers followed alongside the walker. Their amour was torn and damaged. Large grey ponchos and coats hung over their chests, tied down by heavy ammunition pouches. They seemed to be on a patrol route and eventually escaped from view. “That’s the target” Lana said, “we’ll take it this time tomorrow when it goes out on patrol.

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The walker can stand on its own without any support. And can seat 2 figures inside.