Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180501184035/@comment-32600226-20180713030353

Turis stepped out on to the mud, his massive boots sinking deep. Activating his helmets systems a large readout appeared before him, displaying such information as the magazine count (20 bolts) and the combi-flamers fuel (enough for a five second burst). Looking off towards the distant buildings, Turis had the image enhanced by his helmets auto-senses. While doing so he activated the vox in his helmet.

"This is Turis, checking comms. Sound off." He said over the vox, chacking to make sure they were all on the same channel.