Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7232811-20130927073744/@comment-130.156.1.78-20131001184211

OOC:

Seeing as nothing has happened in the last few hours... I will start setting up the sentinels for "Ransacking the Dark City" Campaign.

Although I still have a feeling I should have waited... but I digress.

IC:

Above  Gigantes of the Elysium sub-sector...

Avain watches the completion of one of the sentinels greatest achiments of engineering. After tireless days and nights with Mechanicus... it was finished. The first Fortess monastary Focused purely for war. Not a single a deck was without at least Five Lance batteries. Its greatest weapons were its four gigantic mega lance cannons.

Distilled from technology recovered from the original Ion cannons, these use purely imperial tech, but with insight into tau weaponry. Whilst slightly weaker, these four cannons are incredibly powerful, destorying entire battelships with a single blast. Of course, normally, imperial tech wouldn't be able to power at least half of the weaponry... unless boosted by other means...

Indeed... the tau's assistance in the creation of the Pulsar Core was invaluble to the sentinels, allowing them to finish the Sentinel's Wraith, the first of the new class of Fortress-monastaries for the sentinels.

But he was getting ahead of himself. Avian shook his head in indecsion.

Was it really the time? were they prepared for the day of the sentinel? How would the immperium react? True, the entire sector was completely loyal to Elysium... but...

He again shook his head. He had a very long battle to prepare for... And, the training of his new apprenticce. She could never become an astare, but a warrior she wanted to be, who was he to try and deny her.

As he looks from the viewport of the Angels Star (which was staying behind, due to needed repaires and refit), a cloaked form walks next to him.

"So... it is nearly time?"

"Yes..."

"Is this for duty... or is it more personal?"

"Meaning?"

The figure removes her hood, revealing the stong face of Wartea, the only female librarian.

When her family joined the sentinels, Avian had snuck her in. Trained in power armor by the sisters, in war by the sentinels, and warpcraft from the sentinels greatest librarians, Wartea became one of the most powerful Psykers among the sentinels... despite being only human. With long white hair, she was almost as tall as the marines she served with. Brutal to her enemies, Kind to her allies, she had served as Avians right hand ever since He became the Grandmaster Sentinel.

"Don't pretend master, you know exactly what I am talking about. You were the only survivor of your unit that was taken to that place. I have seen the images of Dark eldar prisoners, and..."

"You have no idea how I feel."

Wartea stares solemly at him, before giving in.

"No... I do not ."

She leaves him to his thoughts as the fleets begen to converge.

Five full chapters have been called in for this, along with their fleets.

2nd Chapter: MS: Morphuim

3rd Chapter: MS: Herlemic

11th Chapter: MS: Beritem

14th Chapter: MS: Vinek

and the newly formed 16th chapter: MS: Sepiumtim

Over the loud speaker: "Grandmaster, the shuttle is here to take you the Sentnienls Wrath. Good luck... and may the em... The Sentinel be with you lord."

"Very good captain. Take good care of my ship."

Avian Walks into a hallway... unsure of many... but sure of one thing...

...The Dark City Will Fall...