Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20180827205038

The underground station was empty, its ferrocrete walls barely lit by dim yellow emergency lighting. Though the sound of war faded as they descended the stairs, flickering lights and raining dust would still convey the conflict above ground to the Space Marines.

Eventually, past two empty, doorless bathrooms, they reached the platform, framed by two rails on each side, the dome-like ceiling overhead was supported by six square pillars. Relievos in the ferrocrete depicted Macharius, marching at the head of an army of square faced, grim-looking guardsmen against a tide of monsters that were barely recognizable as Eldar.

The station itself was mostly empty aside from a few heaps of trash, what appeared to be the remains of makeshift tents and rats, the most loyal animals to follow humanity wherever it went.