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(So many new arrivals. The question is; which side will get the reinforcements?)

Rhall's skiff swooped over the mountain. Below, his forces worked to clear a path down the slope, and fortify it against attack via switchbacks and deployable cover. He had chosen this location for its visibility: preferring to announce to his prey that their end was near, rather than cower in some valley or cave. As the skiff entered one of the ketch's side landing bays, and Rhall disembarked, he was greeted by one of his favored captains: Lokass.

"And so my lord returns. I hath seen that thy orders hath been carried out, and trust thee shall find all in order." Lokass said with an elaborate bow. Rhall watched Elkris-6 drift off to it's usual place in the ether refinery before addressing his captain. "The mountainside fortifications are progressing well enough. But come, let us gaze once more upon the spoils of victory." He said striding down a hallway with captain and minotaur in tow.

"My lord, as thy orders came so suddenly, we hath only the time to process 31% of the spoils. Lokass said passing Rhall a dataslate detailing the specifics of what was gained in their last raid. "Such is to be expected." Rhall said, thinking to himself as he walked and read. The cabal carried both the greatest risk and the most reward out of all the foes of the fallen. To face them in open combat on their own terms is suicide. But if you are quick...if you can strike at them while they are distracted with another foe...

The trio stepped out onto a catwalk above a vast chamber. Below, the floor was alive with hissing machinery and piles of bodies, weapons, and war material, with teams of fallen moving between each. At one end, the corpses of leionaries, phalanxes, and the occasional centurion were dragged from a pile and stripped of their armour and weapons. The weapons were thrown in their own pile, the armour went to the alloy disassembler, and the corpses themselves were dragged away to fuel the servitors, and through them, the fallen. At the other end, weapons and war material were relieved of their ammunition and sent to the disassembler, while the ammo was broken down by hand by a team of dregs.

Rhall looked over this scene with pride, recalling the series of strikes, raids and traps that had brought this bounty to his ketch. While he was gazing off over the forge, a dreg crawled from a nearby hatch, and interrupted the archon's train of thought.

"My lord, the sensors have detected multiple atmospheric breaches within the hemisphere! The cabal have followed us!" "WHAT!" Roared Rhall, backhanding the unlucky dreg over the railing for daring to address him directly. "Those bloated beasts left their warzone to pursue us!? Rhall thought for a moment before addressing Lokass. "This complicates things. The cabal are slow to act and will likely set up defenses before moving to attack. But our blatantly exposed position offers them an obvious target. Lokass, I bid thee strengthen the defenses and let loose the hounds; we must snuff out the light before dealing with the cabal."

A few minutes later, a swarm of pikes poured from the ketch, raced down the mountainside, and fanned out in groups over the ice planes beyond.