Merry Christmas from you jolly antagonists in the Tri-Planet Coalition, AKA the 18th DSF! The following is an encounter between the 115 Arctic Rangers and an unknown unit of the COP on the frozen planet of Yeti-101. During the long winter, things ground to a halt in the war on the surface while men on both sides braced themselves against the frigid cold and awaited the Chinook winds to warm things up to fight.
About this creation
An entry from the sentry's log (kneeling figure): "Lawrence had just finished the dawn patrol with our corporal [man with sword] and returned for breakfast. Lawrence had just picked up his ration of Youin, when three Imperialists popped around the rock with their leader unarmed and making friendly gestures. They seemed alone and cold, demoralized at best."
"They were looking about nervously, scoping our position? Strength? Perhaps."
"They gave Lawrence and the rest of us some cigarettes of some sort, we didn't smoke, but appreciated the gesture. In turn, we gave them a bit of food and three cups of our Youin rations; 'A drink derived from a berry back on Hondus,' Lawrence explained. Quite nutritious, he reassured (indeed, one could survive on this brew alone for days). When they hesitated, Lawrence took a gulp for their benefit. When they were satisfied, they downed theirs in pure haste, with the energy of one that is deprived of food for days."
"They stuck around for awhile after that, and they seemed reluctant to leave. Finally, they filed off toward their lines as quickly as they'd come."
"After the meeting, our corporal remarked: 'They seemed almost disappointed that we didn't take them prisoner.' Lawrence agreed: 'I sort of feel sorry for them, their commanders must not care for them at all. Just like the great 'Emperor' to throw his men into a fight with no care for their well-being.'"
Vig without minifigs, I like the way the icicles turned out, as well as the fire!