Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205202802/@comment-1734134-20180214010022

The Astartes are at first able to establish themselves in the bombed out structure without incident. While the sound of fighting cries out across the city, the occasional thud of distant anti-air guns and artillery ringing in your ears. The next AA-position is, from what you can tell, only a mile or so away.

But something crawls through the rubble. Lean, bio-mechanical creatures clad in shimmering metallic carapace. Like the old cats of Terra, they stalk the rubble, slinking into cover whenever spotted. Your voxes, however, crackle to life,

"To anyone out there, this has turned into a right stick-up job," a harsh voice spits out, with a distinct Feresian tinge, "Do whatever you can to destroy those AA-guns and keep working to clear a landing zone. The xenos had more fire power than we were expecting. They're trying to cut us off from the fleet and ja-"

The transmission cuts out.