Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170909231230/@comment-27084731-20171023185810

Verian simply ignored the voices offering only his readied melta gun and concentrated his eyes forwards and speaking litanies of fate, fury and protection on his mind filling his thoughts with nothing more than of thenwords he is saying and the rotting station he is seeing.

Trying the network again Verian repeated his words, but adding "I've reached a somewhat rotting train station, anyone copies?" and repeated the same words again anlsnhe position himself on a defensible part of the station.