Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-1734134-20180519233535

(I apologise for my own delayed responses)

The glass orbs shatter, harmlessly showering the Space Marines in broken glass.

Sun'Haku's quick thinking leaves the door jammed, though it scratches and whines as it tries to slam shut, the bolter fire wrecks the mechanism. The other Space Marines follow his example, slamming dissection tables into the pathways, jamming the doors.

"Your 'liberation' means death for us, warrior-breed", the voice is clinical and feminine, "We have adapted ourselves and thus in the eyes of your masters, we must be purged and our achievements will be stolen or destroyed. This battle is one for survival."

One of the dissected corpses begins to shake and spasm, lurching forward and landing in the centre of the room, it's skeletal corpse draped in shattered bits of armour,

"And we will do anything to survive."