Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20181215132458

A moment of silence passed, then human faces appeared at the upper windows. They were different from the corpses the Space Marines had encountered earlier, men in uniform, dark gray flak armor over camouflage coats, equipped with heavy Lasguns for the most part, tough two of them carried a flamer. They stood just out in the open enough to have their faces seen, but far enough back to easily be able to slip back into cover, the demeanour of professional soldiers.

"This is Squad 5, 3rd platoon, Easy Company, Sergeant Mill", the voice came from the right, a man wearing a beret indicating his position as an officer. A chain sword hung from his hip. "10 men, Milord," he added as soon as he saw that they were indeed what they had claimed to be and made the gesture of the aquila as well. "Lasguns, two Flamers, frak grenades."