Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130829132320/@comment-14745711-20130829213223

Okay thanks Sindri. And I won't kill any more terminators if it upsets you all right. Now on with the show.

IC: The necrons are taken aback by Sakro's suddenly burst of brutality and retreat several paces before opening fire on the chaos lord; more to supress him than to kill him. Their attacks force Skaro to retreat even with his great rage back away from the form of the necron lord who lies twitching and sparking on the floor. Odovex is pinned down by the necrons as they fire a concentrated curtain of guass around him driving him back and away into the melee with the servitors. Suddenly a cryptekh appears in a cloud of green vapours along with a squad of deathmarks (that is fair and legal Shas by the way). The deathmarks use precise vollies to pinion the enemy in place while the cryptekh bends over his fallen comrade trying to reactivate his vital systems. "Your time is not yet come Farlekh, you will not leave us to the void just yet." Suddenly a bright green flare engulfes the lord and he vanishes.

The cryptekh rises to his feet and grasps his staff of light tightly in his hand. "My lord the nova is not threatend, perhaps we should disengage." It is a statment not a question and the phaeron on the bridge acknowledges the cryptekhs wisdom, "you may pull back to the ship and have all the remainder of the ground forces extracted as well; I feel we are no longer welcome here." Even as the phaeron says this one of the pilots turns to him and says; "my lord, the nova is ready". "Teleport him off-world, we have what we came for, but we will not leave just yet, I belive this is now a question of honour".

OOC: You guys should be flattered, the phaeron is actually bothering to keep his word to such primitives as your selves.