A hollow buzzing noise echoed throughout the promethium mine. The men in the mine seemed to shine with sweat, endlessly sawing apart rocks in their hope of hitting a vein of promethium. An explosion was heard overhead. Sliver Corvax, one of the bulkier men in the mine, shouted,
"What just happened?".
An Imperial Guardsman, tasked with defending them, turned and told him that everything was fine, before turning and running out. Sliver followed, his heavy rock saw at the ready. As he approached the airlock doors that led outside, the doors exploded. The storm of shrapnel did little but confirm his suspicions. He dropped his saw, and picked up a Imperial-class model of a lasgun.
Sliver rolled forward, and tossed a flashbang overhead. Sliver felt like an idiot, however, as he saw fireworks and other pyrotechnics firing off when the flash cleared, creating large boom noises in the air. Sliver returned to the mine, and fell asleep quickly…
The next morning, Sliver reluctantly pulled on his mining suit, placed on his Oath-Cog, and went to work. The Guardsman was gone, instead, nobody was there.
"This can't be right." He muttered.
Sliver dropped his saw, and headed for the control room, where there were supposed to be guardsmen, guarding the control room. Hr wrenched a Flamer from the wall, slung the fuel onto his back, and continued outside. Where there were Guardsmen before, there was nothing there now.
"I'm free." He whispered.
Sliver bounded up and down in glee. He dropped the Flamer, and bounded off into the distance, were he was sure he would find some form of way off-planet.