Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-1734134-20191122185411

Attano has been wondering for some time; the surface of Ratajczyk is far from barren but there has been no sign of Imperial activity for miles – beyond the smoking wrecks of Leman Russ Battle tanks and shattered Tau vehicles. But in the distance, something stirs – auspex activity displays the movement of a significant Tau forces. Scopes and magnified images display columns of Tau tanks and hover craft speeding towards the treeline of a forest, alien fighter craft screeching overhead in support.

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Siros is swift to dispatch his messengers and the trooper carrying the vox-caster to organise the men. Partisans begin filling out into the forest, grabbing whatever arms they have at hand, some bringing out autocannons and makeshift anti-air weapons in hopes to at least gaining some degree of aircover. Siros looks over the assembling troops before looking back to Cyradon, “I’m in agreement with your direction. I’ll gather my marksmen to join the Scions, perhaps the Governess other asset,” he said, hinting towards the Eldar, “Could be of assistance?”

Partisan marksmen begin to take up position in the forest, armed with whatever they can find – a number carrying Tau Rail rifles in a cumbersome fashion. Others brandish standard issue Imperial sniper rifles, while some begin to set up heavy weapons. Other Imperial troops move up, falling into positions within the wrecked forest, using craters and ditches as cover, others moving into prepared positions to ready themselves for the Tau. The aliens bombardment begins without warning or fanfare – clusters of rockets and missiles slamming into the forest. Trees shatter and explode, and Partisans and Guardsmen are thrown into the air by the blasts. The artillery lasts several minutes, ending as Tau Dropships begin to unload a host of red armoured Fire Warriors, who begin advancing on the smoking forest.

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The Partisans bring forth a host of battered weaponry; Plasma Rifles, Melta Guns, Rocket Launchers and other cracked and weathered Imperial equipment is quickly laid out before Tarkhan. Likewise, wrecked Leman Russ tanks and shattered tractors are brought to the Tech Priest, alongside wagons filled with scrap metal and battered artillery pieces. Several tank crews also join Tarkhan, offering bows and nods to him, ready to provide their assistance where they can.

The Captain offers a nod, “I have heard of no one named Cyradon, but there were whispers of an Astartes over the vox. If we hear anything of worth, we’ll provide it to you.”