Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130903005333/@comment-14745711-20130905203151

OOC: okay, not fair but if the RP has to end then I will at least be soarest loser possible.

IC: suddenly the Nova reapears in blaze of light and blasts down and destroyes up every ship nearby utterly (that is about six or so). He then proceeds simply to float along as the fire from enemy ships deflects off him. He reaches out with long thin hands, tendrils of power rapping themselves around, what?

Something sits, invisible within the masses of ships and the Nova tugs once and it is revealed; a cylinder inscribed with many runes about the height of a man. It pulses once, twice, thrice and so one growing faster with each pulse. The Necron ships have already retreated taking almost all of the army which assailed the planet below with them. A tech priest rushes over to the fleet master; "my lord, it is a bomb!" Even as he speaks the countdown reaches its final pulse and it explodes in a massive ball of green fire destroying half of the ships gathered in the area and crippling most of the others, however the larger of the ships such as the capital ships have emerged with very damage in comparison to those at the centre of the blast.

Meanwhile the Nova descends to the planet below before haunting in front of Kakarot. "Greetings, little child. I bring to you a warrior of your caliber, meet the Nightbringer!" Then it is as if a great black shroud detetaches itself from the Nova and looms cloaked hooded and terrible before the space marine.

OOC: I know I can't interfere with the Avian Vulture thing but let's have on last fight, hmmmm?