Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20170701235712

“I – I have an idea. Get to the landing platform atop the fortress, and prepare for medivac!”

As you and the Skitarii clear out the upper floor and landing platform, one group of the machine men emerge from a lift, dragging with them several heavy cases. One is presented to you, the box opening with a hiss, revealing your weaponry. They leave you without a word, forming into a perimeter around you on the crater riddled landing pad. The rev of engines draws your attention, an aged Valkyrie gunship hurtling through the air and landing atop the wrecked platform with a heavy thud. You spy the pilot, a servitor hardwired into the battered cockpit. The back hatch falls open, your radio buzzing into your head, “The other Skitarii are moving out via the ground floor and being re-directed to join our forces at the city. Get in the gunship and get to me as soon as you can.”

The artillery thunders to life, but this time, it’s barrage rips into the highway, throwing vehicles off the road, blasting others into smithereens. The rebel force is, for a few critical moments, thrown into utter chaos by your surprise attack. Radio reports filter into you about the chaos among the rebel forces, but they’re on the move again, dividing into smaller battlegroups, re-organising and re-arranging the front across a wider axis. Orion’s voice filters through, “Excellent job, Soin. Do as much as you can to stall them.”