Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20170613213153

More rebels are blown to pieces as your autocannon rips through them, smashing the cover they desperately lurch behind, but soon the weight of their fire begins to take its toll. One of your helmets eye-lenses explodes as they mass their fire, another Skitarii tossed to the floor as his head explodes. Fire flies down the corridor from behind you, rebel troops attempting to flank you. The group assigned to climbing is swift in rappelling down the side of the bridge, disappearing as they move to complete their mission. One of the Skitarii grabs you by the arm, it’s voice becoming Strasses’ for a moment, “We must retreat into the structure, we are far too exposed here.”

You draw closer to the fort, close enough they can’t reach you with their fire, while other rebel gunners are forced to take aim at the Plague Marine. While small arms bounce off your mutated plate, auto-cannon and heavy bolter rounds hammer into you, cracking and smashing your armour. The pain is numbed but the damage is still real.

One of the Skitarii tosses a det-pack towards the steel door of the bunker, blowing it open in a shower of fire and metal. One of the Skitarii moves to try and enter the bunker, only to be cut down in a hail of fire, his body shattered by the barrage. Another tosses a bundle of blind grenades, the burst of sound and light throwing off the rebel troops as the others begin to advance in. The inside of the bunker is a confined space, rebel troops trying to back up to the second floor.