Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20190112101415

"It is done, Brother Volprecht", Phokas eventually proclaimed after the last of his litanies had ended and only a sizzling crumb of the incense remained. He handed the shield back to the Marine, who'd notice that it's formerly uneven energies were now perfectly in tune with that of his Power Armor.

Done here, Phokas moved to mend the various smaller damages done to the armors of his brothers, patching up torn softworks or closing gaps in the ceramite with small spare parts he quickly cut into matching pieces, using welders and cutters integrated into his servo-arms.

"These repairs are nothing but temporary, Brothers. Hand your armor in at the Malepertus once we return." The whole process took not more than 10 minutes, after which Phokas spoke a brief blessing of the Omnissiah over all of them.

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As the Marines had talked among themselves, the Rogue Trader's forces had put together a small task force, consisting of two fully equipped squads, each supported by a Chimera with a turret-mounted Multi-Laser and a pintle-mounted Heavy Bolter. They were further supported by a Leman Russ, instead of the regular Battle Cannon equipped with two auto-cannons.

Engines idling and men lined up at the side of their vehicles, they waited at the western checkpoint, ready to roll out. After a few minutes, they apparently got the order to move out and did so, quickly disappearing in the winding streets of the city.

Together with their deparature, the noise of artillery fire intensified and the flowers of explosions could be seen towards the north, even through the darkness and the swirling swathes of dust permanently obscuring one's sight.