Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957/@comment-33521582-20180327130717

Sergeant Invexus quickly leans out round the corner and returns to cover. You all hear the thrum as the disruption field on his Thunderhammer comes to life.

"At least thirty hostiles" he glances at Zhevordus "they indeed do not appear to be human, although some bear the weapons of the Imperium. Steel yourselves, brothers, they will die by our hand."

With that, you charge round the corner and into the cavern. The space is vast and roughly rectangular, at least ten meters from the ground to the carved stone ceiling, thirty meters long and sixty wide. Pillars of bare stone support the structure, with stalagmites and stalagtites evident around them. Piles of rubble and rotting human corpses form impromptu obstacles throughout the space. And among all of it stand around forty creatures.

They are heterogeuous in appearance, but uniformely insectoid. Some bear heavy chitinous plates on their foreheads, while others have merely the suggestion of them. The more hideous have a sunken head, as theough the neck protruted from the thorax instead of rising above it. While some have two clawed arms, nimble enough to wield large-caliber autoguns and lasguns, others raise deformed and armoured sets of up to six arms, unevenly protruding from chests, backs, and abdomens. Some of the creatures even evidence stunted insectoid wings, and prolonged spines forming pseudotails. But the disturbing sight are their bulbous black eyes, slavering mouths and distended mandibles.

A larger specimen stands by the drills at the far side of the cavern, his skin is flacid and distended where not covered in chitin, and his throat bulges and retracts like some kind of hideous frog. A constant dribble falls from his mouth, hissing where it hits the stone floor. Beside him, three massive drills operate continously, working their way through the western wall of the cavern and towards, what you suspect, to be another weak point in Al-Tuhag's defenses. The machines emmit billowing clouds of black smoke, and the dust flying off the wall is spreading northward, evidencing some kind of draft.

Armor clanking, Sergeant Invexus leaps over a pile of corpses, launches one of the creatures away with his Stormshield, before crushing anothers entire upper body with his Thunderhammer. "SUFFER NOT THE XENOS TO LIVE!", he cries, "FOR THE IMPERIUM!".

A shuddering crash punctuates his words as another wall collapses to the northeast, and three large vehicles rush in on treads, covered in the insect-like humanoids. The vehicles appear to be salvaged, or captured, from the local mining crews, the kind used to transport ore or quell food riots, indistinctly. More important, however, is the heavy autocannons they bear, now swivelling towards you. Galvanized by the intrussion, a heavy buzzing and screeching fills the cavern as the creatures cock weaponry or bear claws and rush towards you.