Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140116053219/@comment-14745711-20140126200529

OOC: to right. Hehe.

IC: on board the Souless Doom Dagorekh is locked in a conditioning pod where he is surrounded by a haze of green light. He writhes as his circuitry is partly rewritten, slowly, painfully. Then, after a process which has taken several days the pod opens and Dagorekh tumbles out onto the floor of the ship. Several scarabs whiz forwards and repair his damaged circutry completing the process.

He looks up at roof lights, which are slowly beginning to stop spinning. He climbs unsteadily to his feet and starts walking towards the control bridge. By the time he gets there however he is walking much more steadily. "Cortekh!" The Necron Overlord spins around as Dagorekh comes onto the bridge. "Dagorekh, you have been repaired." It was almost a surprise to him.

"Cortekh, I think it's your turn now."

"What?"

"There is a madness infecting out circutry, yours as well."

"You are a being a fool!"

"How dare you! You are my Varagard, and as such you may not disrespect me!"

"You-I must-arrrrrgggghhhhh!" His eyes burst with green lightning as suddenly he is suspended in mid air. Infront of all the other commanders, a similar display is enacted. Blood dribbles down their chins as they scream.

Then, all if them stop, hanging there, in mid air. Then they speak, all at the same time.

"You are all fools, you are all lesser beings. You all came to this system for different reasons. Some of you came here to answer a call for help, some of you came here by mistake, and some of you were here already. But no this, all of you. We are the Children of Hatred. And you came here, to die!"