Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224219/@comment-1734134-20170330230127

The sentinel holds firm and thrusts its servo claws forward, pushing the bolter away and lurching forward clumsily as it grabs onto one of your legs and tightens its grip.

The blast knocks you back, throwing you against the wall before the whole lift begins to fall apart, sending you and several dozen renegade solders tumbling to the ground. You smash against the concrete, your armour battered, dented and marred by shrapnel. Soon more rebels are pouring fire down upon you scorching and burning away your hood as they move in for the kill.

There's no response over the vox - and it takes you several minutes to reach the basement of the nearly levelled church - by the time you've emerged you find much of the settlement alight or being hit by heavy artillery.