Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130822002445/@comment-14745711-20130823223835

"Excellent", Turatekh nods to Avain then their forces vanish to reapeir at the locations where the necrons stratergy computers have predicted the undivided will throw their greatest strength when they make land fall, for despite the efforts of the forces in space it is certain the undivided will deploy at some point and deploy eun mass.

Above the planet-

The Necron ships have now cut right through the undivided fleet and come out the other side. However they have made very little difference to the massive fleets numbers and even as they turn back again for another pass landing craft begin to detach from the fleet and head down.

"Destroy those landing craft!" the Phaeron cries and rapidly all the doom scythes (now numbering 430) turn off from the main combat and pursue the landing craft accompanied by 20 of the escourts. But despite the destruction of a massive number of the landers a huge number still reach the atmosphere and the necron ships are forced to disengage so as return to the battle.

"Dam!" the phaeron slams his fist into a control panel which rapidly self-repairs the damage. "Why must there be so many? How can their be so many? Never mind". He turns to the nearest pilot, "send out all of the wraiths and deathmarks throughout the entire fleet. Destroy as many of the enemy as possible and divided the power bettween the shields and weapons, but concentrate on holding the shields".

As he is saying this he lets his gaze wander to a panel showing the fleets overall shield strength. Despite the fact that the result is still fairly high it is steadily falling from the massive amount of shots hitting the fleet. As further power is directed to the shields the power level rises again. The phaeron turns his face to the battle, "take us into the fire".

OOC: Here we go, brace the flood gates, and stuff like that. Oh and Sanginior, where is it you want to go now?