Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130903005333/@comment-7232811-20130906220552

One last thing that shall cover our activities before departing:

(the ship I acquired weaves in & out of the asteroids, but just as we are about to break into the atmosphere, a rogue shard of rock gets sucked into its engine, causing it to explode & lose control of itself. We hurtle through the atmosphere at a ridiculous, with parts of the ship flying off willy-nilly, before finally slamming into the ground, specifically in a rainforest. The crew & I are thrown about like ragdolls as the vessel ploughs through the earth, before slamming into the base of a massive tree. I am hurled forward & crack my head against something hard, causing me to black out.)

(when I come to, several hours later, I look up to see sunlight pouring in through the wrecked cockpit, & masses of pristine foliage beginning to creep their way through. Around me are the corpses of the crew, save one who still lives, but is in a bad way. His ribs have been crushed by a falling spar, & one of his legs is no longer attached to his body. Using my powers to cauterise the wound, I smash my way through what's left of the cockpit, dragging the helpless man after me & slinging him on my shoulder. Looking around, I see that I am in a small clearing, though it is largely due to the entry of the ship. Behind it is a huge furrow in the earth, over a hundred metres in length, & littered with smashed apart vegetation. But then I notice something through the trees, another clearing, & one dominated with a massive, yet familiar, shape. Rushing over to it, I see it to be the ancient remains of a Strike Cruiser. Though it is in several parts & is almost completely overgrown with foliage, it is still largely intact, & I set about plundering it for all the necessary materials that I will need. After several hours of searching, I find what I am looking for: in addition to numerous supplies, I also recover an old but largely complete suit of power armour, a bolter with three spare magazines, & an assortment of tools for the thing I have in mind. I then turn to the near-dead man, & smile nastilly...)

& finally, something else to think about for now.

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