Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20170703015333

“Getting reinforcements to you will require diverting them from the city. If the rebels split their forces, I might be able to move some to your position, but it’s not guaranteed. Just keep it up. Once the rebels have been pushed back, we’ll divert what we can.” Orion replies, before your vox is switched to one within the city, from a Skitarii command post, “The rebel attack has been reduced to a crawl. We will continue the battle and attempt to push them back. Blood for the Blood God”. The vox cuts out, leaving you to listen to the howl and screech of artillery pieces. By the time you’ve begun to run low on ammo, the vox-crackles to life again, Orion’s voice seeping through, “Excellent work Soin. The rebels are beginning to pull back. They’ve been battered, but remain resolute. And I doubt it’s long before they attempt something like this again, so I’m proposing, once Karliel is up on his feet again, taking the fight to them”.

Karliel awakes upon a surgical table, surrounded by Servitors, Strasses’ sinewy frame hanging over him, inspecting him closely, making sure he is able to be hauled up. Much of the damage to his armour has been repaired, largely by extensive cybernetics – leaving Karliel even more machine than man, if that was even possible. Strasse is quick to help you up, leaving you sitting on the steel table, “Your injuries forced me to make a number of adjustments. I wouldn’t try removing that armour anytime soon, it’s practically keeping you in one piece,” he rattles a metal fist against Karliel’s chest, “Once you’re ready. I’ll dispatch you to meet up with Soin, so you can begin planning your next assignment”.