Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20170612005913

The spray of auto-cannon fire fells only a couple of the renegade guard, who withdraw through another bulkhead before the Skitarii can close in. You manage to mangle a few more before they can all flee. The machine men are of your forces, clad in red robes and gun-mental grey augmentations. They look to you and offer nods, surrounding you with their heavy frames and taking position, “We moved to assist you once we understood you had entered the fortress, sir, we’re ready to advance further into the structure or fall back.”

Your Skitarii focus their fire, forced to toss what’s left of their explosives towards the bunker protected heavy weapons as they scuttle beneath the harsh arcs of fire. Your melta-gun helps greatly in burning open the concrete and steel hulls of the structures. Only a couple remain, mounted upon the side of a steep cliff, the roof of the furthest structure housing a large artillery piece. Another bunker collapse as another slew of machine men collapse into the mud and dirt, the whole artillery position a mess of fire, mud and cadavers. The renegades pull back to their fortifications with the arrival of the Plague Marine, tossing grenades that throw the Nurglite off step as they slink behind steel bulkheads.