Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20140807071103/@comment-24821739-20140813221227

OOC: Alrighty then...

IC: Tychus emerges from the water, and takes his helmet off. Looking around for a few seconds, he walks to the west, and picks up Saffron's helmet. Placing his on the hook at his belt, he turned to the remaining kill-team members.

"That was unexpected," Tychus says, slowly. "Now we know the enemies' tactics, and we know how to counter it. No sacrifice is in vain."

"He will be properly interred in a Chapter's Hall, I'll see to it myself."

Replacing his own helmet, and stowing Saffron's at his hip, he says one word.

"North."

He begins walking.