Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7232811-20130913205549/@comment-4948356-20130915231907

'''Several hours before... and Several klicks away from everything...'''

A small ship lands, Shutting down completely. If for but a second, multiple figures in black cothes and face masks are visible... but are gone the next...

Now... throughout the forest, Many eyes look upon the invaders, waiting and watching their every move...

With the sentinels...

Despite the urgency of the situation, the main sentinel force would stay at the crash site as they awaited herek, who would join them later.

During this time, The sentinels would look around for the bodies of the people that were here, and who they were. These people should be given proper burial...

However... they come upon a startling secret...

One of the passanger compartments remaind intact, allowing for further investigation. One contained a personal dataslate... that would reveal quite a bit of information...

This vessel was actually taking people to some type of training ground of special assasins for a the personal use of the plantary govenor. However, the holder of this particular dataslate had planned to run off with her husband (The Pilot) and daughter, who seems to have taken some of her traits.

It also list some info on the moon, where nights last for around a week and that several very deadly predators come out at night to feed on just about anything there. It also came with directions to some type of eldar monument to the north.

Then came the Sindri encoutner... moving on...

The last personal log details her plan to kill sindri and the abomination he created, before dying herself after being hit with some of her own posions during the crash. She had maybe three days...

The end of the message asked that whoever found this, would take care of her daughter.

As they were about to put away the Slate, a late message blinked into life. The message itself is from the Planetary govenor, who had ordered a rather large task force be sent to kill all humaniod beings upon the planet, in order to ensure no one found out about the program.

When they finish, night is fast approaching. The sentinels decide to hold in the mess hall, closing up of the entrances and vents, leaving only a single one with lighter protection, but the most guns at it.

However... the senitnels have a new dilema...

Carnek: "Shouldn't we inform the   Angels of Reconciliation about this?"

Beck: "I would love to... save the fact it could give away out position if we vox, seeing as they did not give us their vox channel..."

Carnek: "What about Kinen?"

Beck: "I've already tried several times on our secure channel... he is not answering..."

Herek: "Then the boy is on his own, beck. Time to see if he's a true astare, or just another failure..."

Fulkern: "Either way, its no loss to us..."

The group goes quiet, as Beck shoots a very menacing glance at Fulkern.

Beck: "Is their a problem Fulkern?" with barely contained menace.

Fulkern: "You certainly do, out of the few surving scouts of Utem, you chose a Pasture green nobody that has not seen a day of true combat in his life to be the Chaper master that succeds you."

Beck: "I have my reasons Fulkern... now all of you be quiet... and Aim at the entrance... "

A huge roar is heard from outside... joined by more and more of ever growing hordes of beasts.

"We are in for a very long night..."

OOC:

Too much?