Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170210225529

Breriers men have surrounded the group, forming a defensive wring as they creep down the tunnel alongside you. Breirer is quick to have them pull open the half melted door to the sewer itself, the water murky and red, chunks of limb and bone floating in the gooey mess. Swiftly the rebel soldiers spring into action, searching for traps, wires, lasers or cameras, sweeping the area before continuing the advance. Brerier is constantly on his private vox, offering status reports while his men pull into the sewer ahead - securing both sides. There still no enemy forces, just more bodies - much more than you left when you made your escape - torsos bobbing up and down in the murky sewage. Brerier inspects it with a keen eye, but seems unfazed as he steps over the dismembered corpse of another loyalist, "Seems your flight was quite eventful."

You keep moving, still not encountering any foes, until you come to the edge of a stinking tunnel, and see lights and murmuring voices. The whole unit slinks into cover as what looks like a trooper in baggy white survival gear passes by, a torch strapped to his las-rifle as he inspects the hallway, murmuring to a black armoured trooper who inspects the aftermath, "Glad we dealt with that thing, but bloody hell, it's going to take all week to fix this mess."