Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140301201100/@comment-25068159-20140315195029

IC: Talik watches the void of space as the ships slip away. He feels a small glint of sorrow deep within his soul, although he does not know why.

Talik: Someday...

Alas, what I know... What shall change. The end of all things comes...

Meanwhile...

Numeax: I dont understand what happened. I confronted him, then he just... vanished. Its... Something is very wrong with that one, Sthadrin.

Sthadrin: I do not know what to make of this...

Numeax: Sthadrin, we have lingered here long enough. Let us depart.

Sthadrin: Come then, Numeax. Give the order.

Numeax: Aye.

The Chryllite fleet hovers momentarily above the planet that so many of their numbers had perished on. Then their engines glow brightly, and they disappear in a torrent of energy, leaving behind only dust and wasted ruins.

Meanwhile, planetside...

???: Do you think they know?

???: one of them does. I begin to wonder...

???: Is it time, then?

???: Soon, my friend. Soon.