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Work shift begins, may the Lord save all workers from harm
The tolling bells vibrated of the Icy walls as they rang out the beginning of the workday. Lines of people marched down the Wooden streets to their assigned posts. Doctors and Engineers overseeing the toiling Automatons in the infirmary as the newest cases of frostbite and basic illnesses where treat, meanwhile Workers plucked coal from the stacks dumped by the Thumper as a rain of black earth descended onto them. Muttering prayers of strength they shovelled the dark lifeblood of the city into wheelbarrows and back into the gathering huts, where they would be counted, and sent to one of the many warehouses, ready to be used in steel production or in powering the generator that kept their city alive.
However, the generator, still the majestic heart of the city it had been upon the founding of the city, was nevertheless a shadow of its former glory. The Great Storm had taken a major toll on it, being pushed beyond the limits it had ever been designed for and cracking at the seams, only the selfless sacrifice of the Glorious Captain, Saint of the frostland, had kept it alive just long enough for the storm to recede, leaving New London to lick its wounds and mourn its dead.
To describe what followed as a mess would be a colossal understatement. The ever-dreaded bureaucrat had reared its ugly head once again, and through paperwork, mismanagement and stubborn headedness, had almost killed New London. Ignorant to the problems of the Generator, ignorant to the hardening dirt, ignorant to the sudden lack of game animals, they had almost risked complete rebellion from the Outposts, many actively seceding from New London's grasp due to the broken promises, insults and cold heartedness. Only with the timely intervention of one of these Outposts, at the head of a coalition of other settlements, had new London survived.
2 years on from that dreadful time, New London had found itself as the capital of a New Nation, the first to rise from the Frostland. Founded when Outpost 11, its Allied settlements and New London all signed a co-operative agreement. While New London remained as the Head of the Territories, it remained dependent on food from the Hot Springs, Coal from the Children's coal mine, Wood from the Convicts and Steam Cores from the Outpost. But with New London's inclusion into the Network, fresh supplies of steel flooded into the settlements, bolstering the depleting supply from the outpost, and bolstered by the coal incoming from the mines. Plus, in the event of another great storm or worse, New London promised safe refuge within its walls and the heat of the generator to any member settlement of the New London Territories.
Tesla City was now the name on everybody's lips, while outpost 11 provided a much needed influx of the valued steam core, everybody knew that that supply could not last forever, and scouting of the warehouse seemed to support this, with reports coming in they where nearing the end of the underground cavern. Sensing this concern, the ruling council of New London began planning an expedition to the now abandoned Tesla City, named for the enigmatic Nikola Tesla. However, unlike before, where they had once only utilised the machinery used in the city, it would instead be studied thoroughly by the best and brightest of the Territories, aiming to replicate the machinery once lost to history, and bring mass production of steam cores to New London, securing the future for Mankind on the frozen rock once known as Earth.
Despite the differences between the member settlements of the New London Territories, they all remember the terror of the Great Storm, how only New London Came out of it relatively light, relatively, for all the inhabitants of the Frost, one truth was certain./p
The city must survive.
When frost descended upon Earth, the British Empire sent scientific expeditionary teams north to set up research posts, which importantly included astronomers. However, soot coated the entire atmosphere from the eruptions of the global supervolcanos, blocking any good sight from the astronomers into outer space, a small mercy considering what was truely out there.
An unprecedented spacial storm engulfed the Earth, tearing it away from its sun and sending it barrelling through space and time, except, not really. Unbeknownst to the people of Earth, they had been engulfed in a Warp storm that plunged the planet into the immaterial realm, and when the storms receded and the planet returned to realspace, they where caught in the orbit of an entire new star, much weaker than the sun, and across the galaxy from their original position. The scientists noticed this and planned to report this to London, before being forced to evacuate due to worsening conditions, abandoning the observatory and attempting the trip to the nearby Generator site. They where never found again.
AN: This is an introductory Chapter into my AU where i hope to bring Warhammer 40,000, to the world of frostpunk. This is the Imperium before the 13th Black Crusade and the Great rift, and Frostpunk 2 Years after On The Edge, Feedback is appreciated and suggestions for where it can go are appreciated, One more thing, The only Imperial Factions that will be present will the the Imperial Guard, what regiment specifically will be in a later chapter. I choose the IG Because im the most comfortable writing them, and I dont want to write a Space marine power fantasy.