Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-30488984-20180307230730

Jarik rests his bolter atop one of the machines, a hand resting over his chestplate as he leans over. There is respite in this bunker for now, but he knows that they cannot stay forever. Once the rearguard is forced to fall back, they might become entrapped here, but what choice does he have? What can a squad at half strength do when cut off and wounded? They fought hard, destroying an enemy gun and took a heavy toll when asssaulting the second. Where are their reinforcements? Where are their kin?

Jarik stood there, his mind racing, trying to dicern a strategy here. How could the Ultramarine have underestimated the enemy so greatly to cause so much loss amongst their number? Was this part of the plan or were they truly being beaten?

Jarik stands there motionless, hoping that the Raven Guard would be successful in his mission, in time to bring any other warriors to their position. He hates not fighting with the rearguard, used to being on the frontlines leading by example, but as the pain in his chest and arm reminds him, he is too wounded to fight properly and his men need him alive to lead.

Not one to stand idly by, Jarik begins to tinker with the machine infront of him, thinking that maybe he might acertain something from it. He attempts to turn it on and figure out the purpose of the computer and this bunker.