Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-24821739-20140512191137/@comment-24821739-20140522020845

"We have coundte ten total. 6 Trygons and 4 Carnifex.", Commisar Fortil looks around. "Well, we're here."

Because the squad was focusing on talking to Fortil, they now see the center of the Hive all at once.

Bathed in the sunlight of mid-day, the hive glistened, as if new. Men, women and children walked the streets, easily getting out of the way of the Rhino, as if it was an every-day ocurrance. The people did not look like notmal Hive-dwellers. They were....happy?

Every person along the road wore a small smile. Everyone seemed to carry themselves with a noble air, no one stealing, no one screaming, just quiet happiness.

PDF and Imperial Guard drilled in the lot closest to the govenor's tower. Moving with a precision and dicipline that the squad had never seen in mere humans. They acted just as diciplined as Astartes.

The Rhino came to a stop, and everyone exited the Rhino.

The Kill-Team, expecting everyone to stop and stare at them, were pleasantly suprised.

The Imperial Guard and PDF did not even flinch as the Team came down the ramp. The Civilians in the square looked the way of the Astartes and began to cheer.

The Cheering, gaining volume soon becomes a roar as more and more of the civilians begin to fill the square.

"Astartes, Astartes, Astartes, Astartes, Astartes!"

On and on they cry as the Kill team moves through the crowd. Led by Commisar Fortil, they turn t'words the tower.

Shouting to be heard, "We owe all of our lives to the General, and he is a great man. Come, He will undoubtedly hear the crowd, and wouldn't want me to delay you."

Leading the way, Commisar Fortil moves through the crowd with a fluid grace. Any of the Kill-Team paying attention to Fortil will notice that he never bumps into anyone. He seems to be able to predict where the people are going to be, and moves accordingly.

Weaving through the crowd, the Kill-Team passes an actual contingent of Baneblades.

the four MASSIVE tanks loom before the gates, right outside of the Tower. The tanks are tread-to-tread, only millimetres between them. This must be their last line of defence, and a formidable one. Heavy Stubbers and Missile nests are every five feet, and in the back you see medium ranged, and long ranged artillery. Massive Earthshaker Cannons make up the rear of this force.

As the marines approach, the Imperial Guard move out of the way, giving them access to the tower door.

As the Team approaches, a Servo-Skull floats up to them and scans each one. Beeping in satisfaction, the Servo-skull moves to the tower. Flying directly into a recess 50 metres up, it dissapears into the Fortress Tower.

Seconds later, the door swings open. Abruptly, the Space Marines are finally face-to-face with the "General".

Lean and Muscular, the General, is smiling at them. Just as the commoners were. His chest is covered in battle/honour metals. He has a power sword belted on his side, and a bolt pistol on his other.

"Greetings, Angels of the Emperor, and welcome to Villareal!", he says, gesturing to everything around them.

"If it pleases you, follow me. My War Council starts soon.", and with that he turns and proceeds into the tower, not looking back.

"Pardon my manners,", he says as he walks, "ask me anything you like on the way."