Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20170818171147

Karliel tosses workers to the floor, their ravaged bodies crunching against the hard steel and left in thick, glimmering pools of red - but they do not give up. Melta blasts and high-powered laser bolts fly through the air as he pulls into cover behind a tremendous machine built to stamp out weapon frames. The force of which he throws scrap manages to knock several workers off their feet, leaving them crumpled on the floor. There are several battered mining tools scattered on the floor, heavy, crude items designed to slice through steel and cerimite with ease.

Ceras manages to draw the attention of several rebel troops, a number of special weapons units disengaging from their pursuit of Karliel to focus their fire upon the renegade. His cover is pelted by melta and las fire, while more alarms go off all around the workshop. Rebel troops begin to mount up on half constructed sentinels, many without paint, some without weaponry.