Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140428212452/@comment-4948356-20140708052702

(Please be aware that I have been out of it for a long while, so some of this may need to be changed...)

Owl Looks back at Malacus for but a moment...

Owl: "The best places would be the main bridge and the side entrances throughout, but you may have more luck to coordinate with your fellow astare chapters, now then, If you will exuse me..."

Owl uses his mechandrites to begin scaling the titan...

With the orks...

(in Space)

The mecha-nob commander of the battleship orders his fleet to focus on the new threat...

(on the ground)

With his initial assualts on the manufactorim useless, Grit-Kruncher Spreads his forces throughout much of the surrounding factories and fuel stores, securing as many rescources he could, They were gonna need a bigga teleporta for what they needed...

Within the absolute depths of the manufactorium...

As the elevator finally stops, the doors open, a room full of scientists and skitarri roaming around.

Typical... The man thought.

With barely a whisper, the two shimmers at his side procceded to make themselves useful, by cleaning up.

The man pulled a small object from his suit, a small pendent with Vultures star upon it. Squeezing it, a miniature portal opened up, vultures helmed head appearing within.

???: "We've reached level... 10...392...8 of the manufactorum, So far we have not encountored the object that was detected by our advanced party."

Walking about, he procceds to cut through the few men in the comm room, along with cutting the wires.,,

Vulture: "Keep searching wartew, and even if you don't find whatever they picked up, at least we have some solid field data from the prototypes."

Wartew: "Well, they certainly clean up well..."

He remarks, stepping over body after body, following the path left behind.

"But they could use some work.."

Vulture: "heh, Well, they are prototypes..."

As wartew stepped past a wall panel ripped away, heading into an obviously secret area, he started to large tubes... large enough for a human...

Wartew: "I do wonder why it was only their darker cousins that finally worked though... Tzeentch only know how many times we tried with the other races..."

Vulture: "Indeed... But enough talk, Tell me what you have found..."

Wartew: "Nothing much... another human testing lab it seems... along with the standard inquistorial I's all over the place... Wait... It can't be..."

In the middle of the room, where the two prototypes turned their camo off after finishing up the last researchers, was one filled tube... A man, with Jet black skin, large black chains curled around both his hands and Legs, a three digit number on his left shoulder.

With a grimace of recognition, wartew was about to tell vulture, whilst with a dull gurgle, the final man falls back, several large spikes protruding from his chest, landing on several controls, some fo which begin to blink rapidly...

Wartew: "I think I just found the source master..."

Vulture: "And?"

Wartew: "Its 935 sir... Orders?"

His reply was flat and immeditate.

Vulture: "Eliminate it. Now."

With that, the portal closes, but at the same time everything goes black for several moments... before the emergency lights kick in... revealing a very much broken glass tube... and large hole in the vetallation...

Wartew: "It just had to be him... hadn't it..."