Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170119224012

"No sir, I don't see any aid on the horizon for us. Command says we're too far out and lucky to be in our current position at all," he mutters, wading further through the dune, "Heretics have been encircled on all fronts. Heard we might've taken one of the settlements during our last offensive but it might've just been rumours."

As you advance further towards the mountains, the sun setting and the sky becoming a sheet of black, something stirs in the dust and sand around you. Beams of red light fall onto you, marking out Maccabee before red dots mark your heads.

"Halt. Identify yourselves," a static ridden voice calls out.

Maccabee, hands raised over his head, walks forward, "It's me, please, I'm one of you-"

"We know," the voice repeats, "The rest of you - identify yourselves."