Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-1524575-20160616204843/@comment-35609040-20161217190209

The Hawks had been on standby for quite some time judging by the litter collected at the spiraling wind's farthest borders. Frames, neat square maniples of them, quick timed marched into their transports, packing themselves in like papers in a cabinet; one after the other with no space between. One of the craft, however, was avoided by the machines. At least, the majority of them. Ample room was left open for the more oxygen-friendly kind of soldiers. And soon Avgust and Khyber found themselves in this empty seclusion, and the Hawk's doors, too, closed.