Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140302040932/@comment-4948356-20140326001711

At the meeting area...

Avians face is unreadable as he, hevak, and a sternguard approach the meeting place.

They stop a few feet from the Archons, where avian Speaks...

Avian: "You made the mistake of Crossing us... twice no less."

Before the archons could speak, avian fires his bolt pistol, destorying the fake Judgement with ease.

Avian: "That weapon would not so easily allow just any lifeform to even hold it.The punishment, as we had agreed on was death."

With that, the air shimmers as wartea, several terminators, and five dreadnaughts appear, seemingly out of thin air.

"And is to be carried out immediatly."

With that, the small force cut down the xenos wholsale with bolter and plasma fire. (OOC: if their actually there)

Avian: "Continue preperations for the main assualt... and clear those things out..."

After several melta blasts destroy the archon's bodys, the group heads back to the command post...

With Vegeta and Tahril...

Whilst it was a bold effort, Vegeta was soon back on the defensive. But before Tahril could continue the battle, he finds himself staring down the four barrels of Beritems weapon.

Beritem: "For Delta..."

With that, all for barrels fire explosive shells straight into Tahrils face, blowing apart his head.

As the body falls, beritem looks toward vegeta...

Beritem: "Those who kill sentinels, must be killed by a sentinel... though I thank you for keeping him busy..."

WIth that beritem charges forth one more into the fighting.

With Wartev...

Wartev is seen finishing a chant inside the hull of a large imperial battle ship, One he smuggled onto the city a few weeks back, thanks to his archon friend... The ship itself was covered in runes, many siminlar to that of a spearhead.

Wartev: "Well... I supose its almost time..."

He then contacts one of the few marines he has...

Wartev: "Have you copied all the Runes? In all the exact places? All of them are ready? Good. Can't leave tracks after all."

With one finally look, Wartev leaves the ship, looking out at the enternal twlight of this dark realm...

Wartev: " I suppose this will be the last time I'm here... What a wonderful little place... despite the locals attepting to dominate and enslave me over the years... or was it the other way around? Ah well... best get ready to swipe the door..."

With that, wartev departs for the portal to the final sector... the Capital Spire...