Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-1734134-20180609163332

The mortal remains steely faced as his colleagues are swiftly assembled against a wall and executed with a short burst of fire,

"You cannot win here. You've no idea what awaits you in this place."

Alpharius places several data slates under his arm, "The xenos appear to have already garnered much information about our genetics, but they also appear to be interested in replicating them. They have already begun to produce several, if not faulty, copies. I have also found that the lower levels are riddled with birthing pods and chambers. Below that are storage levels, where alien forces are collected and beneath that is some sort of factory," he flicks a number of switches on his wrist computer, a hologram bursting into life in the centre of the chamber. It reveals the honeycombed depths of the planet,

"These layers seem to continue even further beneath the ground."

An alarm begins to go off in the chamber. Several of the computer monitors reveal movement - several dozen alien warriors, swarming the corridors, and supported by cadres of human officers and support staff.