Plato lead his party up to the first peak of the mountain ridge. A dense cloud bank loomed ahead blocking off the view of the twisting path they followed. Thunder rumbled as lightning bolts struck down from above. The air was frigid and tiny specks of icy snow shimmered coating the broken rock with a thick coat of hoar frost. Carefully they stepped over the frozen debris as the top of the alien sun broke above the far horizon.
Suddenly a high pitched whistle cut the rarified air. "Look down now." Plato ordered over their encrypted vox link. Radiation runes began to chime inside their helmets. "An electromagnetic pulse has just been detonated at high altitude. The purpose is to disrupt enemy communications and their vox netscape. We are at a high enough altitude now not to be affected and our armor was perfectly tuned to a resonant frequency with the primary pulse. Our grounding straps shield us from the lower frequency content."
"How long will the interference last?" asked the Victrix Honor Guard named Sid.
"It could be more than seven Terran days before they can rein back in their networks. That should be all the time we need." Plato replied.
"Do you think we can find the child?" asked Sid.
"It’s why we are here brother." said Plato. "I pray to our Emperor every hour that she still lives and if she does then yes we will."
"Look." Sid replied. "There just ahead is a Chaos wishing well."
The search party crept up as the unholy noise from the burst filled the air. The well was so deep they could not see the bottom, loose brick littered the ground.
"It is said theses rare artefacts can grant any desire." said the first Victrix Honor Guard. "Anything."
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