Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140717001536/@comment-14745711-20140813090230

OOC: wow. Now I wish my guys weren't trying to stop it.

IC: after about ten minutes of tearing (sometimes literally) through computer systems, Acremex lets out a cry of delight. "I've got it!" Cabrean spins around and rushes over.

"You've hacked the systems? Can you shut it down?"

"What? No. I've just figured out how to hack this computer."

"WHAT?!"

"I've just figured out how its code works. The rest shouldn't take too long now."

"AARRRGGHH!" Cabrean stabs one of the control panels with his staff and gouges various pieces out of it.

Underground, the necrons and doren-abrek have been fighting viscously with each other for the past few minutes. 4 of the aliens have been killed, but the rest remain, dancing away from the attacks of their foes. The swords they at first had appeared to be carrying, turned out to be growths from their wrists (like on the black dragons) and they are able to cut deep wounds into necrodermis bodies. The necrons have kept repairing, but it cannot last, and three more of the aliens have climbed down from the ceiling to replace those that had been felled already.