Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20180913175941

Reus examination revealed that none of them wore any kind of insignia, neither that of officers, nor even numbers indicating squad or platoon. Underneath the blood and flak armor, they wore simple overalls, worker fatigues or other civilian clothing. Most likely, these were the remains of a rebel patrol.

As Ciaran moved towrads the exit, a double door torn from its angles, he received a clearer signal. His squad had made it to the front of the inner wall and a gate was only a few streets ahead. Right outside the station, under its torn sign and perforated ferrocrete facade, the ground and walls were scorched black. Iron had been reduced to molten slag under the heat and the charred remains of unidentifiable bodies formed a single, gruesome mass of burnt, molten flesh. It seems that even through the filters of your helmets, the distinct chemical scent of Promethium penetrates your nostrils.