Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20180906192012

The upper parts of the station looked similar to the platform, bullet and las-bolt impacts littering the walls. A row of ticket dispensers rested behind a thick metal grid and another set of stairs led up to the surface. At the bottom of it stood the remains of a hastily erected barricade: messily piled up sandbags, razor wire, two broken luminators.

Unlike the platform however, there were plenty of corpses scattered about. Rows of felled greenskins littered the floor in front of the barricade, though an equal number of men and women in unpainted flak armor laid behind it. Some still clutched their Las- and Autoguns, while others had been cleaved apart beyond recognition.