Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170620002249

We won't last more than 20 minutes...I need to get a vox channel open to my army and give them my final orders.

Karliel turns at the sound of the gate opening only for the fire from the pot shots to scorch his armor. Seeing the Stormtroopers, Karliel's estimation goes from 20 minutes down to perhaps 5 for survival.

''Father...I am sorry. I believe our line has ended here, I failed you and the family and will not be able to avenge you, mother, or Diocletus.....''

Without realizing it, Karliel yells out in anger, "NO! I will not die here!" At that, Karliel wades through the fire of the Stormtroopers and returns in kind with his Heavy Bolter. His senses enhanced by the chemical stimulants but is forced to fight back the urge to tear apart the enemy with his barehands again.

He is physically exhausted and in great pain, every shot from the Heavy Bolter exacting a toll on his right arm and every shot that happens to find a gap or hole in his armor only weakens him further. His ability to think tactically begins to fade as pure survival instincts and raw anger and defiance drive him onward.