Somewhere in Saturn's asteroid belt, a black TRC troopship cruised. The Shadowfang, its stealth plating absorbing all light, moved slowly. It was just another rock in the vast, swirling field of ice and rock. On its bridge, Captain Renell Froice watched the main screen. He was a man of few words, his face hard, eyes sharp. He ordered the ship to stop near a massive asteroid, a jagged chunk of rock the size of a small moon. The asteroid was pitted, ancient, a silent sentinel in the void.
"Status on the scans?" Froice's voice was a low growl, cutting through the bridge's quiet hum.
A bridge crew member, a young woman with a buzz cut named Specialist Anya Sharma, tapped her console. Her fingers flew across the holographic display. "Captain, we have one hundred fifty-two hostiles inside that asteroid. One hundred one human cultists. Fifty-one Krill. Deep underground, central chamber. High-density energy signatures, likely power generators and comms arrays."
