Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20170607082700

“First mistake boy, lying to me. You announced who you were over a vox-cast a few hours ago – so I know who you are,” guns are cocked behind you, “So what exactly do you want?”

The bunker is blown open, solid rock and metal reduced to a thick sludge that pools around a great opening in its flank like some fetid wound. The ground shakes as the grenades go off, a rebel trooper stumbling out of the opening and collapsing to the ground as a Skitarii cuts him down. Rebel anti-infantry fire is soon pouring over you from afar, but must divert as the other group of Skitarii attempt to draw their fire. An alarm screams to life, followed by the emergence of more rebel troopers from the far side of the camp. The distance between them and the Skitarii gives the latter an advantage, but it won’t last long.

From the blasted open bunker, dazed rebel troops take pot shots at you and your entourage. Their wounded let out howls and screams but soon the noise is drowned out by the din of battle.