After days of continuous rain, nothing in the village was particularly dry. In fact, the only two that weren't soaked through and wishing for clothes that weren't damp at best were Max and Nico, who were living in their mecha.
Out of kindness to the troops, they had opted to eat rations instead of making someone trudge through mud and waters that were knee deep in places, even though their position was elevated enough to be above the water line.
At first light today another two units of Loyalist Crusaders had moved forward, and the sector to the south was now deemed mostly secured. The first of the retreating units were scheduled to reach them in under an hour, but a very ominous black cloud is on the horizon.
The satellite details still say that the rain should end as it appears though, which makes no sense to Max.
