Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32339712-20170701234040/@comment-31595069-20170708194336

Without much interferance, the Imperial forces manage to forge a massive fortress a few miles long and high. Bunkers, trenches, automated anti-air defences and buildings to store troops, weapons and armor.

With a strong foothold on the planet, one of the 2.5 KM ships designated as a mobile Manufactorum begins reciving minerals being sug out on the planet and forging it into all manners of ammo, weapons and even armor.

"Our situation is now stabilizing Brother Captain, however our means of recruitment is still an impossibility. But if we sufer major injury we are able to give our warriors another chance at retribution. What are your orders now sir?"

"We begin our mission once again, clense the galaxy of chaos and purge the xenos. We shall defend mankind from all threats. We shall start in this system, lay claim to it and prepare. The Chaos fleet that entered here will not go unnoticed..."

"As you wish sir."