Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224219/@comment-1734134-20170403195038

The sentinel weathers and shots and strikes you to the floor with its servo claws.

The fire scorches your flesh and leaves your armour charred and beaten - the teleporting shorting out as it's circuits are fried - the vox caster likewise malfunctioning. While more rebels fall to the floor, more pull into the chamber - clad in glossy black armour and drawing plasama weapons - savaging your position with energy blasts.

The rebels unleash a hail of fire upon you - the auto-gun fire simply petering off their armour - though the bolt pistol manages to fell a couple. The rebel storm troops slink through the ruins and loose more hot-shot bolts onto you - only to spy the storm of light in the distance. Soon the whole sky line becomes crimson, and the sound of fighting turns to the sound of panic as it begins to rain blood.