Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160111005103/@comment-5543592-20160117014756

Aleksandra found a set of stairs as she moved forward. They led up and, sure enough, the sound of gunfire was echoing down.

The Alien's blaster was oddly shaped. It's barrel funneled outward, it's magazine was large and bulbous and it's handle as too large to be held comfortably with one hand. But from the wounds the squad was totting in and the scortch marks on their armor, Petra knew it was powerful.

Byron walked in the middle of the group, sword in it's sheath at his side.

Carter took point, with his rifle raised, and attention was forward.

Shadows danced behind them, and they were followed.