Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7232811-20130927073744/@comment-14745711-20131001231328

OOC: sorry, can't let you steal Yannos since he is not quite dead yet.

IC: as Yannos fall away some how his left hand still intact grabs hold of a long beam and hangs there for a few seconds before pulling himself slowly up onto the platform again. Yannos lets out a long slow moan of pain and staggers over to Avatus who is trying to catch his breath from his exertions. "We, have to get out of here. Now. I won't see you die twice my friend, this craftworld, is set to burn, but we, shall, not, burn, with it!" Avatus takes out a small portable transmitter and speaks into it; "this is chapter master Avatus Macabrus of the Angels of Reconciliation. I am also with a group from the Sayian Knights. We are requesting an immediate evac from these coordinates. Can any body read me?" There is silence for a few moments before a response can be heard crackling over the vox; "this is fleet master Tiberius in the system of Loranx, we are dispatching several transports to your location. ETA 10 minutes."

Avatus turns to the Sayian Knights; "we are going to be evacuated from a spire about a mile from here. I suggest you join us." With that Avatus heads off, doing his best lead the stumbling Yannos through the ruins.

OOC: I'm getting out of here!