Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20161217211605

“There’s no gate to close!” Autumn screams, jabbing his finger at the collapsed gate. A grenade goes off and sends several rebels flying, roasted flesh and bone thrown over the firefight. Autumn scrambles to his feet, waving on for his men to press on as the rebel numbers are thinned, until he’s caught by a las bolt to the chest. As he falls, a trio of Rebels emerge from the smoking gate, clad in thick carapace armour emerge - offering covering fire to the stragglers of the first group of skirmishers. The mortar fire intensifies, but it’s not concentrated on you. Instead it’s hitting the centre of the city - the crews must have moved closer, probably not far outside the settlement walls.