Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140213035252/@comment-28917471-20140216210906

OOC: As much as I have read, all of this is happening in Andrath-Sector... So Yea... let the slaughter begin...

IC: Synth have gathered his Dark Rangers to assault the Marines and take some trophies. But this time, luck was on his side...

Synth and his successor Bazthiax were watching the battle between the walking dead and the humans from the previous ruined structure..

Bazthiax: This is it...

Synth: A perfect chance to strike... hit them fast from the shadows...

Bazthiax: With all those undead... They won't even notice us strike...

Synth: Leave some corpses behind... and bring me one of their officers...

The Dark Rangers stroke it's prey behind the enemy line. The shots were fast, the Marines fell one after another, as they were shot from a great distance.

When the Marines understood what's was happening, it was too late already. Doton was targeted by the Dark Rangers, he took a few shots in the weak points of his power armour. Doton fell on his legs from his mortal wounds. As that happened, Three Raiders grave-Crafts flew abover him, and caught him in their chains and wires.

Doton was taken away from the battlefield by the Raiders grave-Crafts. Synth's Forces began to retreat. None battle-trophies were taken, but instead... something much more valuable was taken... A living Space Marine...

He was later brought into the Stronghold, put in chains behind an energy-cage... underground... but before all that happened. The Haemonculi took out most of his gene-seeds... just cause of curiosity...

OOC: Don't freak out Sanguinior... He won't die... well... not now at least... but if you really don't want me to kill him, then just say it... though it would be more dramatic if it will turn out otherwise...