Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205203006/@comment-1734134-20180411204434

The pilots have not disembarked from the vehicles, though Xylius is able to find answers from some of the rank and fodder Ultramarines he encounters in his attempt to advance upon the Thunderhawk,

“We are not sure of the conditions on the other fronts – enemy anti-air remains a major problem and only a few secure landing zones have been established. The others are all in a state of chaos. Other than that, our intel is sparse”.

The Ultramarines have brought supplies – including a small ammo-dump with them. The other Space Marines begin to entrench themselves, throwing up make-shift barricades and unloading equipment from the pair of landed aircraft.

The Captain approaching Consus nods, “Both, Sergeant. Luckily for us, your forces have managed to clear something of a landing zone. We will take what wounded you have, while we will work on establishing something akin to a headquarters here,” he spies the legless Space Marine, and gestures over a white-clad apothecary, who with the help of a pair of other Space Marines, carries Eis towards a Thunderhawk. After a few hours, Eis is returned to the others, now bearing a set of crude but functional mechanical legs.