Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170220215111

The field withers under the fire, but manages to block most of the fire - crackling and sparking as the gunfire reverberates from it. But there's something wrong, something out of place. In the back of your mind, you hear a voice, harsh, mechanical, laugh heartily. Suddenly, for but a moment, you see a huge silhouette of a massive, horned figure cast over Brerier. The Rebel sergeant seems entirely unaware, screaming orders into his vox while loosing shots from his las-pistol.

The Rebels are quick to respond to the threat, tossing explosives into the windows - shaking the old stone buildings to their foundations, some of them collapsing. The auto-gun fire dies down, but something scuttles behind the buildings. The Rebel troopers take up firing positions, Brerier spouting more noise into his radio.