Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-30488984-20180320092438

Seeing the carnage below, Jarik hedges his bets on the squad the Raven Guard had found to support whatever remains of the rearguard, if they remained. He simply accepts the fact that the rearguard may have fallen in their actions since they are not responding. Jarik waits awhile atop the bunker until the scrambled message reaches his ears, he answers,

"Acknowledged brother. We will be waiting."

Jarik heads back down towards the bunker, unsure of what to do besides wait. Everything within his spirit is screaming at him to go fight but he knows his duty now. He needs to establish an organized position that he can rally Astartes to and create a proper form of resistance against these enemies of mankind. He looks around the bunker for an Imperial Fist of Iron Warrior, someone to aid him in establishing proper firing lines and kill zones in the ruined city around their position. Either one of Perturabo's or Dorn's sons will do.

Jarik knows the Apothecary could not have done his bidding yet, for not much time has passed so doesn't expect much to have been done regarding the creation of a makeshift field hospital. Though, he expects the Apothecary to begin work on it soon.