Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20190129135906

"Understood, Captain" replied Phokas and moments later, a small target icon appeared on the Marines' HUD, approximately 1.5 clicks to the north. Simultaneously, the whine of the Blackstar's engine rose rapidly and the craft took off, disappearing in the swirling dust clouds.

Similarly, their sight quickly decreased to roughly 100 meters ahead, as the ever present dust obscured shapes and details. Unsurprisingly, the street lights were either destroyed or unlit.

After a brief walk, the street they had taken opened into a wide plaza, littered with the signs of battle. Barricades had been raisted hastily from sandbags, empty barrels and debris, only to be overrun or destroyed entirely. A wrecked, ramshackle Ork tank had run over a gun emplacement, a fire within still crackling and Xenos and human corpses littered all over the plaza.

The fight was far from over, however. In the center of the wide open space, a half-destroyed building sheltered a stubborn resistance. Auto-gun fire emerged from its burnt-out windows, answering crackling salvos of Las Bolts from the left and erratic Ork ordonance from the right, the latter easy to identify by the guttural howls accompanying it.