Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20170614220154

Your withdrawal into the fortress is swift, the Skitarii sealing the door entrance behind you as you retreat into the main hall. You find the heavy bolter on the ground, a belt of ammo attached to it, the Skitarii surrounding you as more alarms go off. The large door at the other end of the hallway begins to creek open, the sound of marching boots filling your ears.

The smell of noxious toxins and scent of poison fills your senses, the rebels realing from the effects, the Skitarii pausing in their advance as the sound of coughing fits and screaming come down from the second floor, the structure four in total. Bodies lie at your feet, Skitarii, renegades, sprawled, battered and broken. The first floor has been cleared, but at a cost.