Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20171108094439/@comment-1734134-20171121000158

Aison manages to draw upon the power, allowing himself and Ceras to safely avoid the fire of the loyalists as they lurch across the shattered stone floor, fleeing through a series of smashed space ship corridors and passageways and out of the cratered fortress. Moving through a winding series of maze-like tunnels. Eventually the two can escape out into the rolling deserts beyond.

A gunship sweeps down over the crater – jet black and without any symbols – it hovers over the Imperials before settling down before them. The boarding ramp drops and several, likewise jet black, Stormtroopers rush out – marked by Inquisitorial symbols. Following them, a bald figure, wearing a trench coat follows. He looks over the shattered remains of the fortress, while a pair of medical orderlies’ rush to aid the wounded. The Inquisitor steps forward, smiling for a moment, before returning to a cold, stern expression, “Good job everyone, but we’ve got a bit more to sort out”. He looks up at the sky, “A lot more, acutally.”