Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-14745711-20140609000528/@comment-14745711-20140629073811

IC: Dagorekh is impatiently drumming his fingers on one of the control panels, when his monitor screen flares into life revealing Cabrean's emotionless features once more.

"Have you excavated it successfully?"

"Yes sir."

"And what is it?"

"We're not entierly sure," the image swings to the side, showing a kind of cylindrical device made of black metal. A single golden line runs vertically down it, forming into a circle on one side. In that circle is the symbol shown earlier. Several other symbols run around the top and bottom of it.

"You don't know what that is?" Dagorekh asks, his artificial vocal cords grinding as his computerised brain eminates the appropriate response.

"No Dagorekh, I do not."

"Good. Have it brough aboard and placed in vault x-04; no one knows about this do you hear me. In fact, I want you to forget all about this event when it is over, erase it from your memory banks."

"Y, yes sir."

The image cuts off and Dagorekh sits with his head in his hands for a moment before turning to a crew member at his side. "Xerx, delete the video I just observed from the data banks. And have all crew members lose their memory of the past few moments, including you, and myself."

"Yes sir. Should I leave something in the blank space?"

"Only these words: what was gone, may be found."

OOC: this will come back later. Really later.