Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-1734134-20180206092648

There is a great clamour as you are directed towards the transports - a mix of several Legion's Thunderhawks. You pile into the craft, finding yourselves standing alongside numerous other Space Marines, who now look to Jarik as the highest ranked soldier there. Before he can even begin to speak, the Thunderhawk takes off, shunting out of the hanger and spiralling into the low orbit. The vessel handles like a concrete fridge as it enters the planet's atmosphere, alien flak tossing the craft around as it hurtles through the sky. You know the world has already been subject to heavy orbital bombardment, but despite that the xenos still maul your landing force. By the time the Thunderhawk hits the ground, you find yourselves bailing out into a twilight view of hell.

You stand among burning alien architecture in a ruined city centre, or what you think is a 'city centre'. The buildings are bizzare spiral structures made from coral and bone and the streets are large bridges layered over one another. You realise that the massive, sprawling city is effectively a pillar made up multiple levels, each level held up by the structures of the previous one. As you gaze over the cityscape, you see a plethora of smoking towers and buildings - crashed Imperial landers lying in crumpled piles among the ruins. Bodies are strewn everywhere - a mix of alien and human citizenry and soldiery, massacred by the initial bombardment.

You've landed alone - a single Thunderhawk sitting among the ruins - and almost immediately you're fired upon. Bolts of shimmering green light fire fly through the air, sparking against the hull of the Thunderhawk as the creature's clamber through the ruins towards you, backed by human militia. A loose ring of the xenos and their allies surround you, attempting to box you in as they advance.