Precinct 259 - Bastion Theta-9 did not abandon Ceres Tertius when the hive broke; it entrenched. Sealed inside a fractured transit bastion with no orders and no hope of relief, its officers rewrote the meaning of law in the dust and dark. Riot shields became moving walls, concussion weapons tools of compliance, and mercy an unaffordable weakness. Bastion Theta-9 advances without negotiation, crushing resistance and sealing corridors behind them, claiming vaults, water nodes, and manufactoria in the name of order that no longer exists. To the gangs of the collapsing hive they are not protectors, nor relics, but an iron inevitability - a disciplined force that will grind the ruins clean and decide, with absolute authority, who is permitted to survive.