22-02-2004, 08:40
Crimson and silver rain fell upon Proxima, as thousands of drop pods fell earthwards, heading towards the landingzones marked out by the SOAT scouts. The Garland Crater, the Great Mesa, and the fields south of Ortaga's capital were tapped out for the heaviest flow, though Mount planet and the Pholus Ridgeline were both tapped out for divisions of the titanium legions. Without hesitation, without pitty, or anxiety, they fell earthward towards the quiet planet, though mearly a calm before the storm, as this rain would bring death aplenty to a land fat with thirty years of peace.