Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20170511230727/@comment-26383377-20170528152145

The collossal behemoth of a ship loomed overhead, nearly causing an eclipse to fall over the Hive's port. A rather emblazened transport ship slowly lowered itself down to the harbor. The landing craft slowly descended onto the port, and it's wings foled up as it touched down. The cargo bay doors slowly peeled upen. Large amounts of steam were sprayed forth as the landing craft's inner oxygen supply. This steam obsucred the landing zone for a moment.

Multiple guardsmen quickly made thier way out the craft. They weren't norma guardsmen, for they were armed with Hellguns and wore dark carapace armor with the awfully familiar Inquisitorial rosette stamped on their chests. They looked as if they were some kind stormtrooper force, and each man paired up with another. They made two parallel rows, facing each other. Each stormtrooper held their rifle to thier side and saluted, in respect to the incoming figure.

Finally, Throgar himself appeared through the steamy mist. He stepped down from the landing platform, his mechanical servos humming lightly and elegantly as his adamantine-clad feet stomped on the ceramic floor. He walked down the row which was formed by his stormtrooper bodyguards. Though, one would wonder why a man of his stature would even need somebody to protect him.