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The frigid tundra quaked as the massive treads of the Imperial land tank moved across the ice. Primus Num'raul was in the command center along with the only psion Flayer in his force, Xeros. The tank had no trouble crossing the rough terrain of the ice, and multiple systems were in place to make sure that no of its weapons, or machinery froze up.

Xeros grew bored by the second he cared not much for war, or glory as his comrades, but rather was intrigued with his studies of astronomy and such likings. But the Primus gave his orders, and his orders were to be obeyed strictly, and it could be worse. He unlike the rest of the psions wasn't washing windows or fixing simple machinery that the legionares were to lazy, and probably incompetent to maintain.

Meanwhile, Bracus Ko'tham awaited eagerly for his masters arrival. He had already been generously given seven more Harvesters worth of troops, and had even run out of landing pads to park them on. To him this only meant one thing, it was time for total war on the Fallen.