Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20171204082156/@comment-31595069-20171208032848

"Flight check complete, blessed be to the machine spirit for a safe voyage." A Valkyrie pilot spoke as the many transports began their voyage into orbit.

As the flight went on, Guardsman began to unwrap their ration bars and tucked into the food. Tasteless, bland, but plentiful and nutritious. Even without constant supplies, the soldiers still got their food.

Eventually, the transports docked into orbiting Cruisers, each a few kilometers long, well armored and armed. Anointed with holy icongraphies. Their journey would no doubt be inside the metal coffins of these starships until they arrive.