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Day 278. Radioactive Exclusion Zone. One mile under the broken crust of Hoxxes IV. Another day at the office.

Engineer Crickom emptied his mineral-container in one of Molly's hatches, the trusty robot-mule. As the last chunks of Morkite tumbled down into the insatiable maws, the dwarf emitted a deep sigh of relieve. No speck of dark-green glimmer was left to find. After dusting off his massive brown beard, he activated his headset.

“All Morkite collected, guys. Return button has been activated. Anyone found something left to collect?” Then, the voice of scout Jorig could be heard.
“Negative. I think we got everything.” he spoke with his clear voice. Shortly after, the next transmission came in.
“Nothing here either...” mumbled driller Ruhl. He couldn't be that far away. The engineer looked over to gunner Grohm, who was still searching the walls with his lamps. The cave they were in was illuminated by the green glow of the uranium pillars well enough. Flakes of white dust hovering in the air. Grohm grumbled into his black mustache, walking over to the mule as well, the silence of the past 10 minutes seemed to unsettle him.

“Do it.” he said in his usual rough tone. Crickom nodded to his team-mate and pressed the button. The voice of mission-control was transmitted.
“Good job. Drop pod is on the way. Hang in there.” Then the team heard the familiar rumbling above their heads. Drills eating their way through solid rock. A distant thud came next. The carriage home had arrived.

Some beeping came from Molly as she started to make her way towards the drop pod. A trail of green glowing flares left in her path.
“Follow the mule!” yelled Crickom, his auto-shotgun ready. He jogged after Molly, same as Grohm, leaving deep footprints in the dust under their feet. It didn't take long for Ruhl to catch up as well. His blond, braided beard covering his upper body.
“Where's Jorig?” he asked. Just a moment later, the dwarf in question flew over the three others with the help of his grappling gun.
“See ya', suckers!” His red mane and mustache floating in the wind. Crickom chuckled to that, while Grohm grumbled into his mustache as usual. It was a rare occasion when the gunner-dwarf smiled maybe once in a week.

Another mission-control transmission came in.
“Team! We've got a hell of a blip heading your way! By Karl... They're on a direct intercept course! You better start running!"
Grohm stood still and listened closely. The chatterings of the swarm could already be heard. He looked back into the valley of radiation dessert, and from tunnels and holes a horde of Glyphids started to come towards the three dwarves. Hundreds of them.
“I knew it...” the gunner muttered, taking the last grenade and chucking it down the slope. “Sticky out! Run! Run!!” The grenade landed right in the crowd. The loud boom shook the cave as at least 10 Glyphids were ripped apart. But the mass didn't seem to appear smaller.

The dwarves kept their nerves of steel. All they needed to do was following the mule. But just as they wanted to make their way into a turn, Jorig came back in panic, running into the arms of the engineer.
“Detonator!” the scout cried in shock. Crickom huffed, grabbing Jorig's shoulder.
“Detonator!! The path is blocked!” As the team gasped, the dwarves heard the proof for this claim. The deep, rumbling gurgle of a massive monster was echoing through the cavern. Approaching slowly on it's giant claws, a mutation of glowing blisters. All four checked the ammo count on their weapons. Not enough.

Crickom's mind started to race. His eyes darted towards Ruhl and the driller nodded full of resolve, taking the hand-drills of his back.
“No path is blocked for me!” he grumbled, running towards the wall, his drills gnawing at the granite.
“This way!” he yelled over his shoulder. The fuel had to be enough to get to the drop pod. It just had to. The other three dwarves followed him quickly.

Grohm was the last in line and started walking backwards. The barrel of his minigun staring down the hole they came from. The noises of the Glyphids drew closer.
“They won't get passed me.” he shouted. And just as the first ugly mug of one of the creatures was showing, his trusty firearm started to spin up before shooting. A stream of molten lead firing down the small tunnel, the roar of death echoing from the narrow walls. The insects were blown apart by the high-caliber rounds like paper. But no matter how many of these creatures were ripped to shreds, they just kept on coming. Crawling over the remains of their dead brethren.

Jorig supported by mounting his assault rifle on Grohm's shoulder, shooting down the hallway. His magazine was quickly emptied but as he reached out to reload – he had nothing left on his belt.
“I'm out!” he yelled. But he saw the number on the gunner's cannon dwindling as well. He changed positions with Crickom, who started unloading his auto-shotgun into the tunnel. They were killing dozens and dozens of Glyphids. A river of empty shells was tumbling down the slope of the tunnel. But there was no end to them.

Suddenly, the roars of the high-caliber ammunition were silenced. Grohm was out of ammo. He threw the minigun to his feet and pulled out his side-arm to continue shooting.
“Ruhl! Go faster! Faster, by Karl!” he screamed. But Ruhl couldn't hear him. He was concentrating on his task.
“Almost there...” Ruhl said to himself. The monsters closing in further and further.
“Alright, last shield going up!” Grohm huffed, pulling the shield generator from his back and placing it down. Quickly the field of crackling energy expanded from it, going through the dwarves. But as soon as the Glyphids were pressed against it, they screeched in terror. They couldn't get passed the barrier, and since more monsters were still swarming from behind, the ones in front were crushed to death. Now they had 8 seconds to get to the drop pod.

“Drop pod departing in one minute.” mission-control said through his mic. But just in that moment, the last layer of rock crumbled under the might of the driller's machines and the dwarves were blinded by the spotlights of the drop pod. The ramp going right towards them for the most welcoming invite they could've imagined right.
“We're through, go!” screamed Jorig over his team-mates, as the shield generator's energy dwindled and the creatures jump-started their assault.

Just as Grohm wanted to turn around, a ball of orange goo landed between his left shoulder and neck. The aggressive substance started to eat away at his armor, skin and most importantly... beard. An Acid Spitter had hit him. Screaming the dwarf fell on his back.
“I'm hit!” he grumbled loudly. The other dwarves already being several feet away.
“Just go!” Grohm screamed behind him. The first Glyphids were almost at his feet. This is it, he thought. A place in the honor hall.

Next, Grohm could feel the hands of his brethren on his shoulders, pulling him backwards onto the drop pod-ramp.

“Leave no dwarf behind.” said Crickom.
“Leave no dwarf behind...” mumbled Ruhl.
“Leave no dwarf behind!” yelled Jorig.

Strengthened by the loyalty of his team, Grohm regained his fighting spirit. The next grunt was greeted by a kick from his heavy boot, breaking it's jaw. The mass of insects started to spill from the small tunnel into the cavern, spreading out like a flood of water.

“Drop pod departing in 3... 2... 1... Heading for orbit.” Mission-control announced over the speakers. The massive steel doors sealing the drop pod shut. The contraption made it's way back where it came from. Leaving the darkness of Hoxxes IV behind. Guided back to Space Rig 17.

Grohm was laying on the ground, the light of the passenger cabin shining right into his face, as Crickom kneeled to his side, tending to his wounds. The gunner reached out to take a firm hold of his shoulder's friend, a gentle smile on his face.

“Rock and stone. Brother.”