Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140428212452/@comment-8257990-20140505120336

Bexx: "My Lords, scans show a relatively large battle between Chaos and Imperial Fleets, the battle is still too far from scanners for accurate data."

Xarsez: "So, the war begins already... Just like the Imperium to attack straight on."

The three sorcerers left the room, making some haste towards the lower decks of the ship as the Xephur Warriors dashed about the hallways in a suprisingly organised fashion, preparing themselves according to stadard protocol.

Azrell: "How long until we are in range to scan the planet?"

Bexx: "At our current speed we will be in range in 12 minutes without the Warp Engines increasing chance of detection."

Nel'eth: "What of other methods of tracking our location?"

Bexx: "An increase to 14.452% chance of detection from standard to high tier Imperial scanners once we reach our desitantion.

A vision flashed into Azrell's eyes, causing him to stop and clutch his head in concentration, while not an accurate vision in the slightest, he had a feeling that there was something other than Imperium was down there.

Azrell: "What of Xenos scanners?"

Nel'eth: "My lord? What do you m-"

Azrell: "I said what of Xenos scanners!?"

Bexx: "Calculating..."

Not one to waste time, the Abyssal Sorcerer cast aside his current stance and made further haste to his destination within the ship, confident that the Forgemaster would come to a conclusion before he arrived there.

Bexx: "Calculations complete my lord."

Azrell: "Report."

Bexx: "Approximately 37.635% chance of detection from Eldar scanners, 22.317% from Tau scanners and 54.321% chance from Necron scanners."

Nel'eth: "That high!? I was led to believe our stealth systems are nearly unmatched when compared to Imperial ships!"

Xarsez: "Yes... Imperial ships. Despite the Xenos technology implimented scanners from races such as Necrons are far more advanced than what we have."

Nel'eth: "That is... True..."

The three sorcerers reached a very large door, coated in obsidian and other anti-psychic wards so the "cargo," beyond could not be disturbed. Raising his hand and muttering an incantation in Abyssal Lore, Azrell opened the door with a similar aura as the one observed earlier.

Xarsez: "Time to wake our brothers, my lord?"

Nel'eth: "As perceptive as ever Xarsez."

Xarsez: "Your sarcasm does you know credit."

Nel'eth: "At least I ca-"

Azrell: "Silence!"

With the command, the other two fell into a state of quietness. A state which paled in comparison to their reactions when the lights activated. There, standing before them were the hollow suits of former Astartes, enough to make a formidable force of one and a half companies, all silent, all waiting for the call.

Nel'eth: "How many are to be awakened my lord?"

Azrell: "All of them..."