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Hmmm, so what happens to Kais?

Ythiril injected himself with a concotion of Hypex and Adrenalight. Almost blinded by the sudden rush of adrenaline he pushs his Razorwing jetfighter too its limits, desperate to be the first to get a kill.
He surgically steers his ship into the thick of the foe. He fires his entire salvo of Monosythe missiles. A great horizontal sheet of explosions consuming no less than 3 hell talons in fiery death. Ythiril starts to grin, then gigling, then burst into a terrifying seizure of laughter. This will surely bring him the favour of the Archon

As a volley of Moonsythe missiles released from Ythirils Razorwing crash into a Anti Air turret Several Daemonic fighters pursue him constantly firing bolts of energy at the Razorwing however they miss and crash into the Power generator room near to Shas'O T'au Kais's Strike team causing a massive explosion.

Ythiril deftly brings his razorwing into a corkscrew, roaring through the inferno at breakneck speed. He brings it mere inchs from the hull of the Word bearer ship.
He suddenly brings the nose of the ship up, looking for more prey.

Uh oh...

Uh oh indeed.

Looks like Kais is gonna die

I wouldn't say so...

... Kais is a veteran character that I have used in every single 40K roleplay (apart from Commaragh)...

... and he has grown immensely strong...

i try again the imperial com link. while i try to get up and take defensive positions waiting for the renegades to do something

I sit in my razorwing, twiddling my thumbs.

The Ship begins to collapse around Shas and his forces as the Tau and Imperial fleets battle the gunnery systems of the Super Carrier , Shas quickly moves as the roof collapses and bursts into purple flames while Daemons and Renegades flee the destruction. The Tau begin to retreat from the burning corridors back into boarding craft to stop being killed by the flames.

Argosh and his mens comms are blocked but soon realise this will not help and leave the burning wreak of the hanger as it collapses and explodes , they only just make it as the entire hanger structure implodes under the strain of the Enemy fighters.

Ythiril Razorwing fly's along the hull of the Super Carrier picking off unwary Imperial,Tau and Chaos fighters as they try to reposition themselves into their combat squadrons , more Ravorwings and Ravagers join the offensive battling winged daemons and Chaos Raptors.

Ythiril looked upon the younger races in disgust, the only real sport will be the Hell Talons of the renegade space marines thought Ythiril. Ignoring the bulky thunderbolts of the mon'keigh, Ythiril engaged any unfortunates that caught his gaze. More and more Razorwings lit up on his holo display, Ythiril gritted his teeth. With the combat drugs rushing through his veins, increasing his senses to levels indescribable. He needs to taste blood on his lips...

"This is Shas'O T'au Kais, the ship is falling apart with us inside it! This is an order, stop firing! Give us time to get out!"

I look at my companions with pride. Pirle, the Space Wolves, and my own Fire Warriors, my neverending allies in all this chaos.

"Come on. We have still got some fight in us," I say with dignity. "Let's get out of here, so these Daemons will be destroyed, and sent back to the shadow from which they spawned. Move."

We make a desperate break for our transport, weaving through the corridoors, desperate to survive...

A group of Devilfish transports are guarded by Tau Fire Warriors defending against Daemons desperate to leave the burning craft seeing it lost and pointless , Shas'O and his allies arrive gunning down the surrounded Daemons and Renegades with a ease as they realise their defeat.

The Razorwing Squadron is attacked by a large Swarm of Screamers of Tzeentch how reduce several fighters to ash within seconds.

They came down upon them with unbridled fury, buzzing and clicking, a bristling profusion of claws and a glinting carapace. Ythiril was not concerned. He had faced creatures of the warp before, and will again. His Razorwing tore into the swarm like a storm of searing light. A flood of Daemonic Ichor splattered against his ships hull. Ythiril laughed maniacally, he enjoyed watching his kin struggle with these creatures of shadow and bone, but Ythiril was becoming tired with the tedium of hunting lesser beings, he longed for a true test. He launched the last of his Shatterfield missiles. The first warhead detonated freezing all caught in its blast, a split second later, the second core detonated, sending a shattering force, banishing the last of the screamers.

Marius never stops. He cant, once he gets into that rage nothing can stop him, not even himself. Heimdall and Joumander dont stop either, he keeps the throttles locked down as his arms continually hack and smash, no one can stand in his way. Renegades are ripped to shreds as he moves forwards, his lat words before losing himself, "Ill get the Farseer... Run"

The Daemon turns and grins as its jaw nits its self together , it slashes upwards causing Marius to fall and grabs him by the neck and smiles
"You persist Wolf and it annoys me , however I will deal with you in an appropriate manner."
The Daemon plunges its claws into Marius's stomach and drops him
"My face is the last thing you're pathetic eyes will ever see."

The Remaining Razorwings continue their savage attack destroying any Chaos Fighter foolish enough to challenge them in Ariel combat , soon the fighters come face to face with the Tau and Imperial fleet.

(curses, foiled)
Marius grins mayeb but likewise, marius nods to the trio of melta bombs he attatched to the daemons chest when it grabbed him, growling he ignores the pain from his wounds and grabs the faseer from the startled daemons grasp and then dives out of the way as the grenades explode.

The Daemon explodes in a shower of magma and fire as the melta bombs explode leaving little more than bones and burnt flesh
"It is finished"
The Farseer stands over the bones of the strange Daemon and bows to Marius
"We must leave my Darker Kin approach and will surely seek the Key"

"Their is still time to stop the Key from turning"

"brothers we have an new thread to destroy ready yourself as vulcan did when the duskwraiths came and we shall prevail (salamanders espacially hate from all the xenos the dark eldar because they took alot of noctuneans when vulcan wasn't there.)"

As the Salamanders stride through the corridors something appears out of the shadows with such grace in its movements it is almost unnoticeable
"More toys...."

"Your right, I hope the others will be ok", Marius feels his body knit together his wounds, none of them fatal but he wouldnt be in peak for a while, and his armour was a mess he would need to fix that soon.

Marius gets up, a considerable feat considering a daemon was playing with his guts a moment ago, the powerful layers of the Canix Helix pushing his body on beyond all odds. A grim look comes over his face as he picks his axes up, "Lets go before something else happens"

"not this time foul duskwraith we are the salamanders and it is your bad luck you came in our way."
barely controled anger spits from my brothers their flamers

Even the most conceited Eldar will know that the lumbering, thuggish ships of the Mon'keigh should not be under estimated. Ythiril grinned too himself. His Razorwing boasts a diabolic array of wargear, he had a pair of Implosion missiles left, and over 80% power in his Dark Lances. Plenty. He powered up void engines and stormed into the imperium fleets, through a hail of explosions and fire. He came up below a Orca class Tau Escort. He fired the pair of Dark lances. The explosion was catastrophic. It bore a massive hole into the underside of the small starship, vaporising any unlucky enough to be on board. Ythiril broke into hysterics. His grin grew even wider as he spotted his next prey, a squadron of Interceptors. He fired one of his implosion missiles. It impacted onto the underbelly of the agile fighter, it instantly collapsed in upon itself, leaving nothing.

The Valkyrie 'Foe Hammer' along with a Wave Serpent arrive and pick up the awaiting Imperials and Xenos. The Farseer is incredibly quiet in the craft holding a strang object while the Imperials are tence as a strange shadow hangs over them.

The Dark Eldar Wytch drops down from the roof and makes a cold smile.
"Such a feast"

wbm Blood?

That one includes you.

oh snap sos missed that
"Farseer, what have you got there? is that the fabled key i keep hearing about? Marius asks this from his position on the floor where a pair of space wolfs are aiding his recovery with ungents and salves

yes for the fallen as he will feast on your soul wirch. i know your history and i know your future. i let dragonfire spit promethean and ready my hammer ready for her to come.

"You must ignore Syrath's wispers , the Key will be removed in a safe way. It may never harm us again and I will place it ware it needs to be."
The Farseer hands it to a Warlock
"Farseer we must tell them he is here!"
The Blue Scaled Daemon de-clocks and appears behind the Warlock and grabs him by the neck