Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-30715799-20191225221236

Kelli advanced cautiously, after she heard the heavy bolter turret whirring gently. Who ever was on it would have a better view of the perimeter than either of them. The McAlinden eyed the hatches suspiciously, but relaxed slightly when she noticed flames licking up through the roof. Probably won't be anything popping out of their.

Eyes scanning around her and Riordan one more time, Kelli moved around the burning hull, looking for any evidence of tracks leading to or from the wreckage. She also examined the craters to try and determine what might have made them. Over the years she has seen the holes and impacts of bolts, bullets, all the things available to her people by the grace of their benefactors in the greater Clans. Only on several occasions had she seen metal melted through, PLASMA had said the tech adept. God Emperor knew what that even was. Dangerous, that's what it was.

A bead of sweat ran down her masked face as her eyes examined.