Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-24821739-20140419184522/@comment-3580035-20140426010649

OOC: I'm moving south towards the Funeral...

"I have encountered nothing yet Angsar, but for a peculiar odour that I do not recognise. I am approaching the Funeral now."

Aloysius cautiously parts a small hole in bush he had been lying underneath, and focuses his cybernetic eye on the wreckage. It had been a relatively easy to track, as the fusilage had gouged out a hundred metre furrow behind it before it had finally hit a large tree, and smoke was still rising from where its wings had been torn off. Aloysius zooms his optical sight onto the cockpit, taking note of the decapitated corpse of the pilot inside, and the huge gash in the side armour where something had penetrated the hull.

"Squad Alpha, our shuttle was downed by some Tyranid infiltrator which was on the outside hull. The pilot was neutralised before we had began to fal, and there is no sign of the bioform. "

Aloysius then hears the birdsong behind him go quiet. He subtely alters the cameoline coating of his armour with a mental command, and waits under the bush for whatever that was following him to catch up