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The Home Front - Pacifica. - Enkidu - 08-01-2018 Residential Quadrant Thirty C - The Warren “Attention….” The sirens creeched against the plates, in Bretonian, then in Rheinish. “Attention. We have inbound strike fighters. Ankommende Feinde. Please return to the pre-designated hunker sites and await the all cle…” The Announcer spat static, a concussion jumped the deck out from under the seething crowd, then the lights, and the composure of the three hundred odd Unionisten, Rogues and Lane Hackers gathered around the People’s Concourse, collapsed into screams, until throats fell hoarse and nobody could scream any longer. A child attempted an old woman out of the way. A gunshot echoed, panicking more, till someone yelled "No no, it's the structural caissons under load, We're fine, we're..." “Fuck.” Gunda’s mind reverberated against her restraining bones. “This is it. We’re all going to die.” The Unioner curled, fetal, against the plates, propping herself against the awning to the Hammer, listening to the last enterprising patrons toasting the apocalypse. She had contemplated the end, reflected upon it from numerous spine-shortening combat ejections and grimly patched pressure vessels. She’d always assumed she’d die alone, that the Union would survive her. Was this better? To know that she was at the apex of history, that an entire people would dive into the void as one? She exhaled, waiting for the taught rip of shrapnel, vacuum, then freezing infinity. She opened her palms, cursing fortune to die with her. With everyone. With the one-eyed Rogue accross the hall who sold her fresh pears every off day and drugs every on. With the Stark-eyed, rough-necked Nomad war veteran who couldn't stop yammering about blades. To the dusty-eyed children pulled out of slavery, or from brothels, promised to be part of something bigger than themselves like Santa advertising factory jobs. “Attention….” The lights winked back on. It was as if a grenade had been tossed into a church to fanfare and a peel of drums; Everyone started running at once. RE: The Home Front - Pacifica. - Enkidu - 08-01-2018 Union Tower - Habitat Ops. “Arbeiter.” The storm breaks! The mortar crashes! “Defence turret five is not responding to fire control commands, cameras are still inoperable, The sapper begins his advance. “picket cruiser Carpathia suppressing inbound to docking quadrant five, deterrence is negligible though, hostiles maintaining standoff range and firing ordinance….Sir? Yessir, home defence wings are on their way, use our bulk if you require fire cov..., Wait, I need this channel clear.” Forward to the enemy trenches, “Green and gold wings ready to scramble, hangars are occluded by hunker positions… I need you in the air Yesterday, pilot! …Security Containment teams five through seven report Separatist elements have been rounded up and detained within the residential and dockland districts. We’re Scouting shipyard armature for sabotage or EDs. Watch… God in heaven...”” There he pulls the pin on his grenade. “Impact! Nuclear strike nuclear strike Decks three through fifteen are hit! Nuclear ablation of surrounding regolith, sealing outboard compartments to prevent pressure loss, bolide release into storage areas, engineering is attempting to restore primary po…” “Arbeiter! Brace!” RE: The Home Front - Pacifica. - Enkidu - 08-01-2018 Union Tower - Habitat Ops. “Damage report.” The command was grim, understated. How could such an aberration be put to sound? There was no fitting means of confronting the event short of grand art, the kid knew it too, he was choking in his chair. Before he could reflect on which family members he'd certainly lost, he compartmentalised. "Telemetry and integrity." “Pacifica Planitesimal now has a new crater in the south pole. Bolide shrapnel from the impactor caused most of the structural stress. We're now in a mild point six degrees per second axial spin. Once propulsion's back, thrusters will correct. No contact with other asteroid bodies apart from our own debris cloud." "Comms." "Anton and Berta arrays are holed... something must still be working as we're still in contact with Hamburg." "Mm. Time to replacement?" "Spares are already abroad." He sealed his eyes. Asked the inevitable. "Life support and habitation?" "They tried to go for the shipyard. EMP hardening took care of the worst of it. The habitats.... we're still receiving reports. Gravity lost in Quadrant one, pressure loss in quadrant three, internal fires. C-casualties..." "War-fighting assets!The shipyard. Stores. Intact?" He pressured, whisking him from the brink. "Are the stores functional, man?" "Yes, Vorarbeiter. Shipyard and hangars report nominal operations." The Young Man's voice quavered into normality. "Good."[/color] The Vorarbeiter grinned, forcibly effusive.“ "Then we're not completely done."