Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140512214722/@comment-24821739-20140604093542

OOC: Dang, I wouldn't have let LOS have it that easy.

As the waves of Psychic energy wash over him, he knows that something has gone horribly wrong. Turning with a speed uncommon for such bulk, BALDR One-Eye, Venerable Dreadnaught, begins running t'words the powerfield. Reaching up as high as he can, he picks Tiger out of the air, utilizing his power-claw while it is powered down. Cradling the small (compared to a dreadnaught anyways) space marine to his Adamantine Coffin, He begins sprinting (Dreadnaught Equivalent) to the rear lines of the battle. The entire time he is transporting Tiger, he attempts to contact him via Close Range Vox.

Golbjorn scowls as the entirety of his fleet arrives near the Diamond Tiger's Fleet over Nephes. Speaking directly to Javier's flagship, Golbjorn is visibly angry.

"Due to the debt owed, I will abide by this agreement. But, If the metal undead so much as turn the wrong way, I will make them actually dead."

After closing the comm channel, Golbjorn turns to his Fleet Commander. "If they so much as raise an over jointed metal finger at us, blow them from the sky. If you need me, you just have to call."

Moving away from the bridge, Golbjorn rubs his temples.

Why does everything devolve into a bloody melee as soon as I involve myself directly....

Making his way to the hangar, where a ThunderHawk was waiting, Golbjorn thought about staying aboard the ship. While his presence here would aid the Fleet Commander with morale, His men on the ground needed him more. Picking up his weapons on the way, he strode into the ThunderHawk, a God of War reborn.