Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20131031185128/@comment-28917471-20131112165728

OOC: Ok! Never mind! I stick with the Rogue Trader! Just act like nothing happened! I guess that I was just in the writing mood, that's why I wanted to change the rolls... but it doesn't matter now(sorry again LOS)!

Sanguinior, give me the name of the captain that is in charge of the 100 marines that I hired...

IC: On the board of the flying Valkyrie, Ferguson felt that he had received a psychic message from some one familiar...

Ferguson: My Lord! Your most trusted "Partner" have gave as the coordinates of the Fortress, that is nearby...

Silas: They sure know how to get things done... tell the coordinates to the pilot, we need to get there as soon as possible. I don't know for how long we will be able to fly in this cold storm...

After that, the Mercenary Commander spoke with Silas.

Zein(Mercenary Commander): Lord, our forces find difficulties to move on this planet. Our Forces are slowed down by the storm and snow. Some vechiles are running out of Promethium, the men are hungry and tired, we can't keep up with this!

Silas: Fear not, my Friend! I had just found an answer for all our questions! Order my men to move to this location(Silas gave Zein the paper that had the coordinates that Ferguson had received).

Zein: Yes, Sire!

The Pilot started to panic, the Valkyrie began to lose balance in the air.

Pilot(in vox-transmission): My Lord! I'm losing control over the plane! The storm is getting stronger!

Silas had entered the pilot cabin.

Silas: Then fly lower!

Pilot: I'm trying! But it's not helping

Before the crew could notice it, the plane ran into the snow, as the night was dark, and the storm made it even worse...

The Valkyrie had landed  safely, but the crew was left with no transport...

Silas got out into the Storm, looking at his scanner...

The 12 people that the Valkyrie was carring got out of the plane as well, looking around, cheking the environment...

Silas: How far are we from the Fortress?

Ferguson: About 14 miles away, Sire.

Silas: Contact our Forces, send as a tank or another Valkyrie...

Pilot: My Lord... our signal is weak in this location... we can't contact our men...

Silas: Fare enough, let's move out! As soon as the storm will got down, the signal will get stronger! We're going towards the Fortress!

The group moved out, walking upon the heavy snow, while the storm blew strong in their faces..