OOC: need an update on the situation in the dropship's interior before making another move please (lychguard, stormtrooper, conscript and sorceror are inside, not sure about the lictor).
OOC: there are two levels and the piloting "chamber" lower deck is muuuuch larger than upper deck it can be accessed through stairs. The manta is darn huge as Crisis Suits and I think even some tanks can fit in there.... and its a modified version for extra huge cargo anyway. Regards ppl which fit in there, just put them all in if required.... there should be enough room that everyone has an own lil corner ^^ http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Manta#.UrNIvdKpSKg http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Manta
OOC: ooohhhh, it's a manta, I thought it was an orca for the longest time lol IC: Crysial looks around, finding the dropship to actually be one of the youngest race's gunship. After the sergeant gives a thumbs up to signal the all clear within the interior of the space craft, he channels his voice to the eldar ranger outside once more. "Get to the warped armored one (the chaos terminator stationed with you), and depart from your location. The ship is secured and we're starting the launch sequence now." He walks past the medical section where the sorcerer is tending to himself, and into the cockpit (or the tau equivalent of a cockpit) where the stormtrooper was busying himself with the controls of the ship. The necron felt a bit surprised, but his metallic face showed no sign of it. "Do you know how to fly one of these frail ships?" "Not really, but I used to be a valkyrie pilot before I was special forces, and I was at the Damocles Gulf Crusade," the karskin replies, not looking at the necron, "we all had to utilize the xeno's tech at one point or another during that war. I never piloted a real craft like this but I've had some... experiences with a simulation of the thing." He pushes a few more buttons. "ah ha!" he said as the engines started. The lychguard retreated back out to the main section facing the opened door of the craft, keeping a close eye on gauntlets outside as the space craft hemmed to life.
Dante moved to the piloting "chamber", surveying the ship's controls. "While of alien design, I think I can pilot this out of here with too much trouble."
The Ultramarines lowered all their weapons except for the Las Cannon Devastator. The Chaplain simply nodding to the Necrontyr.
OOC: Forget that last post of mine. Didn't notice Jester's post until afterwords, and he did a better job of explaining what my character did then I have.
the conscript is running around the rooms of the ship "i've heard about this ship they have some sort of servoskull with big circolar hat" opening door and pressing button on varius terminal. "we must only find"running around "the button that awoken the machine spirit and the ship will do the rest these thing can defend itself" "that ship is big someone help me"
OOC: The Phantom of Lorias is inside as well. The Phantom stands inside the door to the ship, blending in to his surroundings. The lictor also concealed 2 bolters in each rending claw (he got them from the pile that the conscript dropped). We better get moving soon, he thought as he surveyed the Astartes outside.
Crysial picks up the conscript up with one arm, and pushes him carefully but firmly into a seat nearby (to not break him ). He bends down until his glowing green eyes are inches away from the whiteshield's wide ones, and spoke "Stop pressing things weak one, before you kill all of us." Holding the squirming conscript down for another minute, he finally releases his grip, and the conscript collapses into the seat. Crysial ties the conscript to the chair with its safetly straps, and walks away from the imperial as the patch of dampness in human's trousers grew, grabbing the conscript's main weapon away from him to put into the ship's armory. OOC: sorry Grigdusher, can't have you press the self destruct button right as we're about to escape
