ENFORCER FIELD REPORT // PATROL 197-W4

Origin: 197-W4/Outer Defence Line, Western Rim

Clearance: Internal Use Only

Reporting Officer: Captain Mara Vex

Date Stamp: [REDACTED — DATA CORRUPTION DETECTED]

Subject: Status Report

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To Proctor Eryndal Syth, Enforcer Precinct, Sector 197

This is F-713 Captain Vex, Patrol One Nine Seven West Four. We are still holding the line at the 77th Causeway, though “line” is generous at this point. The barricades are half dust, power’s intermittent, and comms flicker every few hours. The lawlessness continues to move inward - slow, deliberate, like it knows where we are.

We’ve had no resupply in thirteen cycles. No orders either, unless you count the screaming from Sector 327. I don’t.

Current roster at the Causeway stands at six officers. My two Subjugator Sergeants - R-482 Holt and M-037 Raddan - are still operational. Both veterans. Both running on spite and stimms. Holt’s keeping the heavy shield line running; Raddan’s been coordinating outer patrols with the surviving manufactoria crews. They know the drill.

The three Juves - recruits you sent, barely out of the training pens - are still breathing, for now.

T-591 Kellan, cocky as a hive-spire noble, the only one still smiling when the guns jam.

K-824 Tarn, nervous to the point of shaking, though hasn’t run yet - I count that as courage in these conditions.

J-209 Drix, quiet and sharp-eyed. Doesn’t talk much. Reminds me too much of myself at that age, and that’s not a comfort.

They’re scared, but so’s everyone. The difference is they’re still listening to orders. That’s more than I can say for half this sector.

We picked up fragments of a transmission last cycle - something about a ridge hauler crash at the breach, a single Orlock survivor named Flask. The message degraded before we got a location, but the vox-tech swears it came from inside the infected zone.

We’ve logged three civilian encounters in as many days. None coherent. One kept saying “the West is dead” over and over until Holt put him down - infection signs in the mouth, lungs, and eyes. The phrase is spreading faster than the rot itself.

No further contact with the precinct, no supply drops, no replacement patrols. We’ll hold what we can until you tell us otherwise. If you don’t - we’ll still hold.

For the Emperor. For Helmawr .

- Captain Mara Vex

Precinct 197-W4, Western Line

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[Signal loss: 97% packet degradation]

Recovered Addendum (Partial Vox Scramble)

“Raddan says he saw something in the smoke — a man walking the breach, calling names like he knew us. Holt says it was just the heat.

…I think it was real.

…He said my name.”