Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-1734134-20191027001606

“Our lines of communication are scattered and strained – and the Tau constantly monitor them, as do the renegades. We try to coordinate – but we’ve been forced into independence of one another. We know the general location of the other encampments, though they’re constantly harried by the Tau.”

The Sergeant looks over Hen and nods, “Well, from how you describe them, it sounds like some of our hunters caught them earlier, wandering about the forest like a bunch of city folk.”

A number of ragged looking troopers approach the Scions - they are the Partisans they first encountered before the ambush by the Pathfinders. They gestured to the encampment, "You turn your noses up at us, but look what we have to work with - bombed day and night by those xenos bastards."

Siros smiles at the sight of Tarkhan, offering a bow of respect and directing him towards the back of the encampment, “We managed to salvage several Leman Russ tanks. They are in bad condition, but we hoped they might be repairable. We have also recovered whatever antique weaponry we could not perform repairs on ourselves; plasma and melta guns, las-cannons – we would not let such equipment be left to rot or taken by the aliens.”