Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224219/@comment-1734134-20161220150305

The wounded can offer no information, and most are allowed to die, taken to cellars beneath levelled buildings or rolled into large trenches. There are no supplies to help them, and anything that could be used for aid has been given to the remaining soldiers.

The command centre sits at the centre of the city, in a ruined church made of glossy obsidian and black steel. Outdated radio equipment, broken down machinery and maps are scattered across the building, alongside the few remaining warrior clerics and officers. In a bunker below the church, a few officers are gathered, discussing the battle. In command is a weary old man in a shabby looking uniform, who offers a quiet nod to the Space Marine scout,

"We are surrounded on all sides, astartes. We are in range of their guns at all times, and we have no means of receiving ammunition or reinforcements. We are always under attack. What you saw was merely a probing force."

He presses a finger against a large map of region, pointing out the settlement and great red arms around it, marking out the encirclement by enemy forces, "While our communications are constantly being blocked."

The Stormtrooper is quietly collected by some of the local soldiers, and taken to a small prison near the rear of the settlement.