Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20141003150859/@comment-24821739-20141018203119

Tychus slowly removes his helm, the ceramite ecrashing to the stone echoes through the chamber like a struck bell. A look of sadness is plastered on his face, and he slowly clenches and unclenches the fingers of his left hand. He unsheathes his swords, and stares at his own reflection.

IM: ''How could I have not seen this? It's plain to see. The mechanicum here must have been experimenting on Necron Archaotech. ''

IM: "Only in death."

"If you are so advantaged, then we keep our weapons, since you could have killed us already. Stay your blades and bolts marines. If this is not an option, then kill us... or at least try."

Tychus tosses his sword to Garion, keepint the poinard to himself.

OOC: Sorry about the delay, I actually was thinking about the situation.