Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20131217051342/@comment-14745711-20140111091513

OOC: oh, come on!

IC: Cortekh smashes his fist into a nearby wall, leaving a hole which is quickly repaired by scarabs as soon as his hand is removed. "These humans make us look weak. I will not tolerate this attack without retaliation!" Forenekh is leaning against one wall in the same room, out of habit from his past form rather than any actual tiredness.

"I don't see what you're complaining about. All the damage is superficial given only about 30 extra time increments, and all the damaged and destroyed troopers can be easily self-repaired, some are already online."

"That is not the point. These humans are becoming too bold. We are not going to recive any reinforcements from the main tomb world since this is not even a real campaign as far as the Phaeron is concerned, merly an experiment. So we cannot allow our enemies to band together. If we lose this campaign then Dagorekh will be an outcast, and us with him!"

Sarumanekh is standing in the shadows on the other side of the room and now he takes a few steps forwards into the light. "Well, I do not see what it is you want us to do. Almost all our ships are being repaired and half of our forces are also still recharging or regrouping."

"Not all of them."

"You can't do that. It's not honourable!" Cries Forenekh.

"Was that attack honourable?" Responds Cortekh.

"And, these aren't the same group of humans called the Sayians, who proved that they had at least some semblance of honour. Though not much."

"Dagorekh won't be pleased with this when he emerges from the conditioning chambers."

"If he emerges."

"Fine. But I want no hand in this." Cortekh turns to a nearby guard.

"Send the signal. Activate the Deathmarks."

OOC: hehehehehehehahahahaMWAHAHAHAHAH! I hope.