Surveying the surrounding carnage with some level of disdain, Winstanley simply gave a short, sharp, laugh and proceeded to say, "Well then, this is a total victory if I ever saw it." His voice echoed about the relative stillness of the surrounding area, bouncing from bombed building to cracked masonry. Setting his weapon at ease, the Stormtrooper simply looked to those that survived and shrugged. "Guess we should be on our way..."

The Imperial Guard outpost was, in of itself, not a grand or amazing structure. It was the fortified remnants of several Imperial manufactoriums. It's grey and lifeless form was spattered with golden aquillas and had the huge regimental banner of one of the numerous local garrison forces that had risen up to aid the Imperial efforts on this world. The building was pock-marked with numerous indentations from both bullets and larger weapons. Several sentries stood guard, though you are all dimly aware that the building probably had several dozens hidden gun emplacements in order to mow down the foes of the Emperor. Just outside the main entrance, there are multiple bedraggled soldiers stood around talking, though you can't really define their regiments or accents.

Your group stands at the precipe of entering the bastion.