Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-32600226-20180831144510

Ciaran chided himself for his own foolishness, he had been working solo for so long that he had forgotten how loud standard power armor was. Still, a lingering worry remained in his mind. The last report from three days ago made no mention of Ork aircraft. This was going to make recovery even more difficult if the Orks were able to harass them from the air as well as ground. What's more, it was going to make containment considerably harder, though in all honesty the Orks probably wouldn't leave so long as the fighting continued.

Having gone thus far through the tunnel and not seen any sign of life other than vermin, Ciaran decided to risk some noise. "Team," he called over the vox, "we're moving too slow, let's speed up. Follow my lead." Ciaran broke into what was a regular jog for an Astartes, most normal humans would have to sprint to keep up.