Oros turned out to be beyond his imagination. It was a warm, moist world teeming with life of all types and sizes on both land and sea. It’s continents are covered in a thick lush rainforest. There are few mountains with an ocean covering almost half the planet’s surface.
The sky is almost constantly covered in thick clouds, with a heavy mist covering the treetops. The planet has the feeling of being in a constant twilight
Timothy and his troops have been assigned to a fortification carved into one of the few mountains in the southern hemisphere. The Empire has provided them with heavy weaponry. Large lasers that can obliterate rocks across large distances and conventional artillery that could disperse deadly cluster bombs over vat areas. The aliens, that he now knows as Tyranids don’t stand a chance.
Timothy couldn’t help but smile surveying his troops as he trundled up and down the ramparts. His troops are all kitted out in their light green uniforms with matching helmet and standard machine gun. Thankfully. there few insects at his current altitude also. Other battalions had not been so fortunate and there were already reports of some deaths. He would have hated that.
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