Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140512214722/@comment-24821739-20140520061726

"Tree, 40 metres to your south.", Golbjorn voxes.

After getting himself ready for the drop, he releases his grip on the trunk, plummeting 20 metres, and hitting the ground with a large crash. The servos and muscle fibres in his armour whining and snapping under the weight of the terminator armour's damaged system.

"Thank you for your quick response brother, I need to be on my capitol ship to re-equip. You can probably tell that my armor is damaged.", Golbjorn smiles, and raises his hand to shake Javier's. (I'm guessing that you take it Sang.)

"Quickly, let us board the thunderhawk."

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OOC: Still waiting for a reply from Talik to continue Ca'Ceadr'Ae's story line.