The deserts of Tamriel, as most travelers can attest, is home to many a sound. Bandits discussing their spoils around a campfire, a vulture dining on a less fortunate traveler... if one is very alert, you can even hear the numerous insects making their way through the sands. But one sound no one expects to hear in the desert is the low rumble of 8 engines, tank treads, and wheels.
In the desert, there rumbles along a convoy, not of this world. Armored vehicles, and what some may call a moving fortress, all painted charcoal black with lights red as the fires of hell. All wearing the symbol of a house long forgotten to time.
Rumor speaks of demons that reside in that caravan. They're clothed in robes of black steel. Their faces are obscured and shielded. In their eyes rage the fires of hell. They show no mercy to any trespassers, and the rumors warn if anyone encounters them, it's already too late.
HELGHAST CONVOY NO.15 || 7:00 PM
The captain exits the training premises and walks to his quarters. He sits down at his desk, pushing aside an unfinished model kit of an overlord dropship. He accidentally drops a part on the floor. Mentally cursing, he spits, "It took me a WEEK to get to this point! If I lose this part now, I'm going to be driven mad by it."
Picking up the part and placing it back on the desk, he starts up his computer and begins recording.
CAPTAIN'S LOG: DAY 10
Today was tough but manageable. We have not had any hostile presence yet unless you count the mosquitoes. Because those are still present. And still horrible. I'd give my medals for a can of bug spray right now. But I digress - our food and supplies are beginning to run out. If we keep at this rate we will run dry in 5 days. Starvation is not ideal for a command structure. However an even bigger issue: when (not if, but when) we run out, we're going to be sitting ducks. That would prove a tactical disadvantage at the least…... We still don't know where we are, but we are now certain we aren't on Helghan. The atmosphere here is non-toxic, and also we aren't on earth, because it's not radioactive either. We had a prisoner check that to be certain,
but we have encountered other people. As I describe in the logs on day 7, they appear to be primitive. Medieval, almost. We approached them cautiously, but they retreated and attacked. They seemed Afraid, almost. But they soon found out that tank beats arrows.
I am going to call a meeting today to discuss a further course of action with the colonel. Speaking of the colonel, he seems the most upset with our sudden change of location. I think he's saddened by us not being on the front lines fighting for the empire. As much as I hated dodging bullets on the front... I cannot disagree.
END LOG
The captain sighs, rubs the bridge of his nose, puts his helmet and gas mask back on, and walks outside. A tank gunner in a hurry pushes past him.
"Hey, what's the rush soldier?" The captain asks.
"Sorry captain, but our scout team has discovered something mighty strange!"
"Well, what is it?"
"It looks like a moderately sized castle is on the horizon, sir."
"Hmmm... interesting."
He dismissed the soldier and went to the comms room. "Attention to all higher ranking staff. I am using my authority as captain to call an emergency meeting." He put down the intercom and walked back to the meeting room to await everyone else.