Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-24821739-20140512191137/@comment-24821739-20140515033335

OOC: Sorry, I mis-read what Angsar had said. Again, sorry. Been scatter-brained as of late. I'm getting married on the 29th, so my brain is in 500 different places at once.

IC:

"Alrighty then!", Commisar Fortil calls as the Valkryie lifts off. "We live longer now!"

Commisar Fortil waves to the Marines and smiles until the Kill-Team's augmented vision can not see his face any longer.

"10-4.", Sonya says, and turns on her heels. Make preparations for a straight line run to Villareal."

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The Valkryie powers up, jets blasting high speed dust particles around the landing zone. The engines whine under the stress of all 5 Space Marines inside the troop carrier.

Looking back to the clearing, Angsar could have sworn he saw what looked like a Tyranid, looking up at the VTOL. Angsar looked directly at it, and it vanished.

The Marines arrive in Villareal without any problems, the marines avtually being able to have a short rest. When they arrive to the Hive, they are met by Commisar Fortil, still smiling, as he greets them.

"Fancy meeting you here. I got a comm blast from the General, wanting an update. I told him that you were headed here, and he requested me to guide you to him. Whenever you are ready."

Looking around, the Kill-Team notices that for a imperial guard regiment, this one is actually very well trained, and were in genrally high spirits.

(This wouldn't be strange during shore leave, but in the face of a Tyranid infestation, these Imperial Guard seem totally fearless.)

The Battlements are high, and every piece of machinery that can be seen is gleaming, as if brand new. This Hive was obviously built to withstand an attack of massive proportion.

OOC: I will write more, as I am at work. I'll be describing the General and introducing the character.