Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-1734134-20190913175622

“Whichever you find first,” the governor replies, handing over the two data slates. The sound of flak artillery has become, by this point, near deafening – as has the sound of Tau rocket and missile fire. Dust and powder fall from the roof, coating you in a thin layer of white powder, while screens flicker. A blast goes off right beside the palace, throwing several of the throne rooms staff off their feet. The governess manages to balance herself, cocking an eyebrow,

“There’s no way they could be that clo-“

White hot-fusion energy incinerates a chunk of the marble wall on your right flank, cleaving through the computer systems and their attendants stationed there, before the blast of plasma grenades throws all of you off your feet. The governess is thrown off her feet too, smoke and fire filling the chamber. You watch as one of Sioux guards rushes to his masters side, only to be riddled by tiny bolts of blue light. While your skull still shakes from the blast, and the smell of soot and scorched flesh fills your nostrils, you can still make out the transparent outline of the Tau Stealthsuits that begin to filter through the breach, their systems beginning to fail as they start to open fire on the throne room staff.