Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-30488984-20180318235543

Jarik reaches the antenna and nods to the warriors standing vigil over the device. Taking his helmet off, Jarik picks up the vox transmitter and brings the device to his mouth as he gazing around the surrounding area. He takes a deep breathe, knowing that this will likely be picked up by the enemy, though whether they will understand it will prove another matter. He begins his message with a gruff tone which carries a hint of pain every few words,

"To all Astartes that can hear this message, this is Sergeant Jarik of the Sons of Horus Legion. We do not know how many of the vanguard have survived but my squad has discovered an enemy command bunker that we have taken refuge within. Until we receive orders from any commanding officers to do otherwise, we will hold our position. Our coordinates are #####, towards the center of the city. We have an Apothecary and a strategic overlay of a portion of this city. I advise all squads that are nearby to converge upon our position so that we can establish some form of organized retaliation against these xenos and wayward mortal scum. For the Warmaster and the Emperor!"

He places the vox transmitter down, hoping that he did not just shake the hornet's nest and doom himself and his men. He looks to the two warriors standing beside him,

"Ensure that message continues to loop and notify me if we receive any messages or you spot any movement converging upon our position."

Jarik then places his helmet back on, checks his bolter, then voxes Sun'Haku after clicking the button on the side of his helmet to open the channel. As he speaks to Haku, Jarik examines the terrain and ruins around him, trying to establish defensive zones and estimating how many Astartes he would need to turn this zone into something akin to an improvised forward command base.

"Haku, what is your situation?"