Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20170904222334

The bombardment doesn’t cease – the rumble of high calibre guns followed by deafening blasts. Only as you scamper through the ruins of a factory are you able to see what is happening; through a shattered wall you are able to see the dunes below – bands of skirmishing troops rove forward towards the city, followed by buggies and light trucks, but they aren’t of Strasses design. The creatures have blue skin and bear mustard yellow beaks, long, twisting horns pushing out from behind their knife-ears. Antique artillery pieces pound the city from afar, while ranks of renegade troops move to meet them at close range.

As Soin roams through another ruined factory, his bloodied form is illuminated by several red-dot beams. Within moments something huge and vicious has dropped before you; one of Strasses’ assassin-machines. Its limber body stands tall over you, examining your injuries before scanning your surroundings. Finally, it settles it gaze back upon you, its glass-screen face crackling with static as Strasses’ image appears,

“This mission has proven disastrous. I will lead you to the others and we will prepare for extraction.”

The machine turns to leave, slinking through the ruins with nimble, precise movements that seem totally unreal for a being of its scale. Sure enough, it has soon closed upon Ceras and Karliel, looming over the Astartes, “It’s time to leave.”