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Ash, sand, and dust filled the air of the of the red planet covering the crash site of the warships in a thick brown fog of heavy particles. Primus Ko'tham, accompanied by a team of three harvesters, gazed into the fog as the dropships were enveloped in its wake. On either side of the harvester, the view of the flanking harvesters was cut off, all that could be seen of what was a craft was its searchlight and nothing else. Ko'tham anxiously waited to arrive at the crash site, puzzled and equally curious in what laid in the ruins of the mighty vessels. His train of thought however was interupted by the crackle of the comms:

"Primus," the piot spoke, "We are detecting energy signatures ten kilometers from our current position."

"Then it won't be long till we reach the crash site," Ko'tham responded. The primus turned and spoke towards the legionares that stood vivgilant within the hull of the dropship,"Ice Hammers prepare for action!"