Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-1734134-20191103175356

(Yes, you are able to. Also ‘Renegade’ refers to Chaos Space Marines in this case.)

“We will keep an eye on them; many of the men are suspicious of them. I believe at the moment they are making use of our communications centre at the moment… “

Men are already beginning to gather for the operation, bringing with them what weapon and armour they can muster. They are rugged and battered but seem in better spirits than they were before, especially at the prospects of taking the fight back to the Tau.

Accessing the Space Marines vox transmissions proves frustration; while whispers of communication can be harnessed – transmissions too far off locations; all on the planet, but far from their current location,

The tanks respond with whispers of binary code and machine tones, accepting the help of the Tech Priest. As this happens, the crews return with a number of beaten up looking plasma guns which they hand over to Tarkhan as respectful as they can.

The transmission is riddled with more inhuman screeches and distortion,

“Those are serious accusairtions, boot t' whole situairtion be alreadih fragile. we’d eard t' governah wur employin mercenaries boot we wur not aware o' t' extunt; aggravatin ah might cause t' situairtion t' collapse rapidlih. if thee can give us thee locairtion we uhl trih 'n provide whatevah support we can t' thee, boot we can ony promise a few men; t' chaos space marines took a eavih toll. Perhaps a commissar be required tiv elp straighten out t' situairtion. find somewhere we can land \'um 'n we uhl do wahr we can.”

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Partisans await Hem, Ismael and Lem at the entrance. They are grizzled soldiers, some of them from the patrol you linked up with earlier. Some have been refitted with Imperial weapons while others continue to carry their looted Tau firearms. The entrance to the encampment rolls open, dust and mortar falling from the celling above onto the troops below as they filter out into the tunnels that lead to the surface. Scouts await you there, quickly guiding the ambush party towards the site of the Tau patrol.

Alien warriors clad in red armour stand in makeshift positions within a clearing pocket marked by craters and scorch marks. The forest here has largely been blown to pieces, with overturned or shattered trees everywhere. Drones also drift listlessly in the air, scanning for targets but not spotting the party at the distance it currently as at. Tau troops in heavier armour prep plasma explosives, which they quickly dispatch of by dropping down the entrances to old mineshafts. A Tau dropship sits at the centre of their makeshift position, with drones assisting in bringing the explosives onto the field.