Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130903005333/@comment-7232811-20130904164656

Du'un, we are NOT the same being. Your soul is merely residing in me for the time being. & I have no intention of you remaining there for long.

(far off from the Thelican sector, the large fleet, along with the Venomblade, emerge from the warp. They are not alone, for in the area is a vast coalition of warships, numerous representatives from various warbands of the Alpha Legion. Sakro voxes to the incoming vessels:)

Sakro: Greetings brothers! I know what you are here for, & I have not failed you. Here, let us distribute it between us now, & may the gods smile on our endeavours!

(with that, a series of vessels pour out from the larger ships, each one carrying gene-seed to the various representatives. Based on need, some carry more, others less so, & all with a significant number of young male prisoners - future recruits for the legion. After several hours of this process, the ships depart, each heading back to their warband with their cargo, until only Sakro's vessels are left. Smiling to himself, Sakro then turns to the whimpering, terrified prisoners at his feet. A few amongst thousands.)

Sakro: Well done my brothers. Now, let us begin with the induction of our new warriors...

(with that, the ships depart into the warp, & begin the gruelling, painful, & horrific process of turning young men into astartes (for the recruits that is). As the last vessel disappears into the Immaterium, Sakro pauses as he remembers something. He'd forgotten all about me. Still, the sorcerer had said that he would come to him at a later date (though he hadn't mentioned how), & if Sakro was being honest with himself, he did not care about how the treacherous psyker was gone. If anything, he was glad for it, as he didn't have to worry about him plunging a dagger into his back when he wasn't looking.)

Note: This is not actually part of the RP as such, merely something to clear up what will happen later on with Sakro. Furthermore, this is in a completely different area of space, outside of the Thelican sub-sector, so don't expect anything else from him or the Legion.

Meanwhile, in an unknown sector...

(I tumble through the void, spinning end over end as all sense of orientation is lost from me. I pause to consider my current situation: I was alone, in the middle of space, with no knowledge as to where I was. Not that I was in any danger of dying, as in my fully sealed power armour, I was capable of surviving the void for an indefinite length of time. Even when my suit ran out of breathable air, I was always capable of slipping into suspended animation, thanks to my sus-an membrane, to preserve me for millenia if needs be (seriously, some space marines have done it. Check out Zho Sahaal.). But I could well end up here for millenia, & I had no intention of allowing that to happen. But when I tried to marshall my powers, I noticed something. It was a slight prickle of warp-energy, coming from one of the moons. Nothing new, as I had encountered phenomena like this all my life, but this was unusual, as I felt that the power was... different somehow. I instinctively knew that this power was from a source different to the warp...one that I had felt only fleetingly before, & only when I had fought against a certain type of alien. I was determined to find out the source of this, but just then, I noticed something. As my vision swims with an endless amount of stars, I then see a nearby planet, surrounded by asteroids & several moons. & plying its way through them is a vast merchant ship, surrounded by a flotilla of smaller vessels, no doubt harvesting the riches inside the space-rocks. As I drift into the mass of asteroids, a small craft, no larger than a thunderhawk, floats over towards my position, seemingly unaware of me. Without hesitating, I launch myself off one asteroid into the direction of the craft, slamming bodily into its hull & catching hold of its outside. I draw my power sword (yes, I kept it after I regained my wargear) & hack my way thorugh the door hinges, before pulling myself inside it. I face very little resistance, as there are no warriors aboard the craft, & how most of the crew have been sucked out into space. I make my way to the cockpit, where I instruct them to take me to the moon with the psychic signature on it. I intend to keep them alive, as I have a purpose for their bodies...)

Note: I too am not in the Thelican sector, but in the area that I stated earlier for the next RP. I am merely setting the scene for how Du'un & I will begin our adventures.