Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802

You've been gathered in the main hanger of the Battle Barge. Hundreds of Astartes from every Legion have been assembled, a mass of different armour marks and heraldries standing proud in the bowls of the ship. Some are led by captains, with banner bearers holding chapter heraldry high in the air. At the centre of the hanger, atop a podium of steel and cerimite, an Ultramarines officer - flanked by an entourage of eagle helmeted honour guard, stands tall. With patrician features he gazes over the chamber, inspecting you with a powerful gaze, before raising a single power fist clad hand to draw your attention,

"Brothers, we're gathered here for one purpose. Conquest! The world below us is inhabited by foul aliens and humans who refuse to accept the Imperial Truth,"

A great image of the world, Pi Geminus 5, is projected from the ceiling, "The Xenos and their lapdogs have dug their heels in and have challenged us. They have told us if we want the world, we must come and take it from them. We know they possess powerful technology, and are more than ready for a fight,"

An image of one of the creatures is projected down from the ceiling. It is a strange, a scrawny, cyclopean biped clutching onto some sort of alien carbine,

"Of course," the Ultramarine continues, "We are happy to answer such a challenge. You men will be among the first wave, securing us a beachhead onto the world below. Due to the scattered nature of our forces, you've been organised into mixed units. But we are brothers, and no matter our Legion, we fight as one. We depart within the hour. Prepare yourselves."

You are left to organise yourselves into your units, and you find yourselves matched with the other Astartes in your assigned units. 