Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20131022193607/@comment-14745711-20131027090812

IC: the Souless Doom with Dagorekh on board now hangs in orbit over Rolobina accompanied by the rest of Dagorekh's fleet. "I'm descending to the planet's surface to set up my base of operatins. I want you to take the Souless Doom, 3 shroud's and 6 escorts and move into a chameleon flight pattern. Keep me in direct contact with your movements." "Yes sir." Replies Cortekh as Dagorekh moves away to one of the bridges teleporters along with Forenekh and Sarumekh and five lychguard.

As Dagorekh appears on the planet's surface he is greeted by howling winds and snow which tears at his metal body which even with the special thermal planting is chilled. He and his royal court are flanked by a phalanx of warriors. The force moves forwards and into the complex. They stride through dusty echoing corridors and dark crypts until they reach a smaller less grand room. At the centre is a massive complex computer system; the complex's AI.

Sarumekh walks over to the computer and begins to examine it, excited like a child at Christmas. He paws the machinery stroking its circuitry and even goes to the extent of hugging one of the peices close to him. Forenekh leans confidentially over to Dagorekh; "why exactly do you put up with him again?" Dagorekh dosen't reply but he makes a noise which is a rough equivalent of a smirk before speaking; "how long will it take to get it back online?" "She will be ready to resume her duties in two hours, won't girl?"

"She?!" Forenekh simply puts his head in his hands and makes a wheeze akin to a sigh. Sarumekh ignores him however and begins to lovingly make adjustments to the circuitry as Dagorekh and his companion stride out from the room.

OOC: you may have noticed that Sarumekh has a slight bit of eccentricity.