Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20131029180938/@comment-4948356-20131105053602

OOC:

Wartev is waiting Du'un...

Also... I do wonder how sindri is holding off that beast... too bad we Haven't seen him in some time...

Anyway... seeing as How the Sentinels have remained a bit absent...

IC:

The stench of death is everywhere among the sector, as the sentinels burn the countless corpse of the dead vermin. Already, a secondary wave was prepared to push through the portal and establish a new perimeter.

Seeing as how the battle ships and the The Sentinels Wrath, would be of no use, the heavier craft were instead being sent to the never ending spires to destroy what they could, along with whatever Aero forces of the DE were left, before moving on to the Bloodnight Arena's.

Avian himself would stay back from the inital wave to help around the fotress, as well as keeping a watchfull eye on the overall attack.

He was just getting the reports from the Saiyan knights and Angels when three astares walked into the tent.

Avian: "Beck!"

Avian turned away from the reports to shake his friends hand. The two had known each other long before he became the Grandmaster.

Beck: "Avian... Sentinel knows how good it is to see your face..."

Beck himself, whilst looking worse for wear, had suited up in his own specially crafted armor, re-forged from his scout armor from Utem, the suit had never failed him once, nor did his two chapter relics, resting in their holsters, Utems: Rage and Fury. Said to Scream with the battle cries of all the brothers that died at the battle, the blades always sank deeper into the tainted than any other enemy.

Beck shakes Avians before saluting.

Beck: "Master sentinel, Grantis Beck, of the Sentinels of War 12 Chapter, Reporting in."

Avian and the other master sentinels all grin as their battle brother takes his place with Herek, Terminator armor and all, and Beremero, who also salutes avian.

Beremero: "I think I understand why you reassigned me to the 12th My lord. I-"

Avian: "No time for it now Brother, we shall talk after This war has ended."

Beremero: "Yes my lord!"

Going back to his Place, avian takes a look at the assembled Sentinels.

Morphuim, MS of the 2nd Chapter

Herlemic, MS of the 3rd Chapter

Beritem, MS of the 11th Chapter

Vinek, MS of the 14th Chapter



Avian: "Thoughts about current status

Herlemic: "Having gotten this far with so few casualties against this many enemies does not seem feasable. I believe something is wrong.

Avian: "Exactly. The response we had was indeed strong and well coordinated... But FAR less than anticipated. That, is what worries me... If they truly wanted to stop us, they would have concentrated much more of their overall forces here. It almost feels like were being lead..."

Beritem Speaks up: "I agree... but should we let on these suspiscions to the other Chapters?"

Avian: "You mean the knights and angels?"

At the mention of the angels,  Beritem's scowl grows deeper...No doubt remembering the Heramun Campaign, in which his own chapter had defended a world with the angels... who ad left before the final battle to attempt a failed capture of Alhendors Du'un. In the end, it was the sentinels that recieved complete recognition for the successful defence... despite the angel's own invovlment before the final battle.

Thus, their is exterme animosity between those particular chapters, to the point where they almost fire upon one another. Beritem himself Hates Avatus with all his being, for his abandonment of the planet, to chase a single fugitive...

OOC

(Hope you don't mind this LOS, but thought I might add some tension...)

IC

Beritem: "Sir, One charges recklessly around in a suicidal manner, and the other CANNOT be trusted at all. I believe we should let them take the full brunt of Whatever is coming."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Avian: "..."

<p style="line-height:20px;">The whole room goes silent as Avian merely stares at Beritem.

<p style="line-height:20px;">Beritem stares back... until a flicker of white appears in Avians eyes...

<p style="line-height:20px;">Beritem Himslef closes his eyes as if he understood something...

<p style="line-height:20px;">Beritem: "... I retract my suggestion. But its a moot point anyway. We all know that moron will simply charge through his own portal..."

<p style="line-height:20px;">Just about everyone nods in agreement... save avian, who remains in deep thought.

<p style="line-height:20px;">''... He right though. We can't simply risk our brothers... we need answers...''