Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-1734134-20170612232132

A bulky camera hangs in the corner of the room, recording you as you rant at it, a red light beeping away as you screech and howl. The fortress shakes, dust falling upon you as the terrible roar of artillery fire fills your ears. It’s a short barrage, lasting only a few minutes before a vox-caster stutters to life, “You can prattle all you like boy, you have nothing to show me but empty words.”

As you leave the corridor, you stagger back onto the bridge, rebel troops bodies scattered across It, but fresh renegade forces begin to move towards you. A hail of las-bolts and auto-gun fire is cast upon your position, while carapace armour clad troopers move up behind the lighter forces, hefting hot-shot las-guns and plasma weaponry. A Skitarii moves up behind you, “This was our entry point, sir, to access the artillery we must either scale the walls or find an access lift.”

The rebel fort continues to hammer you with auto-cannon and machine gun fire, forcing you and the Skitarii into cover. It’s a slow trudge through the mud and dirt, with pockets of rebel troops unable to fall back to the fortifications taking pot-shots as you move closer. The ground shudders beneath you as shots fly overhead, your ears ringing as the remaining artillery pieces let loose a volley of high explosive rounds, likely towards your occupied city…