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4/28/2025, 12:06:03 PM
The general air of panic in the room has at least abated long enough for a respectful question when Lieutenant Boy brings up a large holomap, granular markings indicating significant changes in elevation and several indicated markers for further points of interest.
“What are we looking at here, sir?”
“The Salayun Depression.”
You recognise the name from the briefings, actually from a briefing back on board the Prince of Megiddo well before you deployed. It was a canvassed insertion site based a few hundred clicks south of your current position. Well past the Savis encirclement, and further out past where the tropical regions of Dis’ equator gives way to arid shrublands and craggy rock formations of the south.
The southern continent was originally one of the most heavily mined regions of the planet, and indeed there are still a number of very large mine sites and moderately sized population centres out that way. But many of those have been seen diminishing returns after exhaustive strip-mining, with downsizing or abandonment of some sites in favour of the more fruitful veins to the north and to the east. You can see why the Lieutenant Boy has picked this as the ideal spot for the Company presence to lie low when scud hits the air vent. Natural canyon formations riddled with cave systems and void knows how many abandoned mine shafts, you could cram a few hundred insurgents in there and place good odds on the Savis never finding you even if they sent the Legions in with fancy gear and a fine-comb brush.
But fat chance of hiding tens of thousands of refugees in there, even if the LT’s plan didn’t count on them serving as a distraction while the Company makes its escape and even if you didn't have to then somehow feed them.
Huddled down for weeks on end, or months, while the Savis finish mopping up the League of Dis that you’ll be leaving behind you to the north. It’d be a tight fit, both in living space and resources, but coming from the LT it sounds anything but a desperate long shot. When the Sais are done with the quelling the slave uprising, a choice of words which doesn’t quite capture the full extent of the horrific massacre that will no doubt take place over the course of several months, the Imperials will inevitably have to wind down their military and naval presence on this dry arsehole of a world in favour of other, more vital, lines of defence and trouble spots. The grumblings of the officers and NCOs at their apparent abandonment dies down significantly as the feasibility of the LT’s contingency measure holds up under scrutiny.
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“What are we looking at here, sir?”
“The Salayun Depression.”
You recognise the name from the briefings, actually from a briefing back on board the Prince of Megiddo well before you deployed. It was a canvassed insertion site based a few hundred clicks south of your current position. Well past the Savis encirclement, and further out past where the tropical regions of Dis’ equator gives way to arid shrublands and craggy rock formations of the south.
The southern continent was originally one of the most heavily mined regions of the planet, and indeed there are still a number of very large mine sites and moderately sized population centres out that way. But many of those have been seen diminishing returns after exhaustive strip-mining, with downsizing or abandonment of some sites in favour of the more fruitful veins to the north and to the east. You can see why the Lieutenant Boy has picked this as the ideal spot for the Company presence to lie low when scud hits the air vent. Natural canyon formations riddled with cave systems and void knows how many abandoned mine shafts, you could cram a few hundred insurgents in there and place good odds on the Savis never finding you even if they sent the Legions in with fancy gear and a fine-comb brush.
But fat chance of hiding tens of thousands of refugees in there, even if the LT’s plan didn’t count on them serving as a distraction while the Company makes its escape and even if you didn't have to then somehow feed them.
Huddled down for weeks on end, or months, while the Savis finish mopping up the League of Dis that you’ll be leaving behind you to the north. It’d be a tight fit, both in living space and resources, but coming from the LT it sounds anything but a desperate long shot. When the Sais are done with the quelling the slave uprising, a choice of words which doesn’t quite capture the full extent of the horrific massacre that will no doubt take place over the course of several months, the Imperials will inevitably have to wind down their military and naval presence on this dry arsehole of a world in favour of other, more vital, lines of defence and trouble spots. The grumblings of the officers and NCOs at their apparent abandonment dies down significantly as the feasibility of the LT’s contingency measure holds up under scrutiny.
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