In every Clime and Place
The frigid northern plains whipped with air cold enough to cut a capal clean in half, it was said. Skaros was not a place for the timid, meek or mild. It was an unforgiving hellscape, with its only solace the geodesic domes dotting the snowly landscape that signaled warmth, rest - kerbanity.
The two huge cargo ships pulled into Skarosburk like giants, towering over the docksides. Many locals had never seen such big ships - container ships dont ever travel to Skaros, because Skaros never exports anything. why were they here?
Suddenly, the roar of tank engines could be heard coming from inside the steel beasts. One by one, Navajo MBTs, all black and with lightning runes, rolled out. "Go back to your homes. We are here to protect you" came a thick Konig accent from the officer in the lead tank. Citizens who were bundled up trudging through the streets ran back indoors for safety, out of the tank's wave of snow it plowed in front of it. Engineering vehicles, planes, cranes, trucks - everything started disembarking. Over the next few hours, the entirety of 11th SS. "Gunnar" Königgrätzer, 19th SS. Arkerien, and 17th SS. "Morado" Nautilen were unloaded.
Skaros military leaders quickly agreed to fall in line for the Stahlsieg commander. Blood would be shed, but not here, not now. Later.