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Niall's squad kept in tight formation as they entered the warehouse, there was no point attempting stealth, even the tiniest footfall created a huge reverbaration through the huge building. The long low warehouse was full of high shelving units, all filled with large boxes and crates, Niall waved out his men and they went off to explore the building...
(OOC- Event now?)
Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:IC-
Niall's squad kept in tight formation as they entered the warehouse, there was no point attempting stealth, even the tiniest footfall created a huge reverbaration through the huge building. The long low warehouse was full of high shelving units, all filled with large boxes and crates, Niall waved out his men and they went off to explore the building...
(OOC- Event now?)
event continuation
Just give me a few hours (2 or more I guess) and I'll probably have something. Geography homework first..
Gah! Was suppost to write a buncha stuff for you guys today! But then, as it was the last day of the school year, my dad bought me the Aliens Vs Predator game and I was like "yaywin" and then we spent 3-4 hours just getting it installed.. bloody Steam. Anyway, great game.. and I kinda got a bit carried away playing it..for 3 hours..
I'll have to leave it til tomorrow guys, apologies. I have other RP stuff I have to do in different threads first, but before that I'm gonna go take a break.
Goren, Ekeyael, Hensturth and Virgil stood before the governor's palace. They stood in awe. The massive building infront of them was unlike anything they'd ever seen before.
The small group headed over to the towering gate that was flanked by a wall on each side - guards standing watch from on top of the walls. This really was a fortress.
"I see you're also with the Planetary Security Forces, then. What brings you here?" a man called out from up on the wall.
"We were sent to find out what happened up here last night - everyone knows that something did, and we need to know what."
"On whose authority?"
"On the authority of Corporal Neikt in Targo city!"
The man on the wall shook is head, and walked into a small control room muttering. A moment later, the gates began to open, and the small party headed inside.
Several men joined them, including the man who they'd been talking to from the wall.
"I'm only letting you in here because Nikt is my half-brother, and when you go back, you all better damn well remember to tell him that!"
The man lead them into the throne room - an entire room made from Tannerite, resplendent with carpets and banners everywhere, all depicting some momentus event in Tannerith's long history. Chandeliers were hanging from the roof - two small ones in the centre of each corner of the room, and one massive chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling. Gold and silver had been worked into the Tannerite to create massive, intricate swirling patterns across the floor and roof.
There were two resplendent seats at the back of the massive room, and they were surrounded by a dozen men in suits - obscuring the Governor and his wife from view. They were, however, approached by two men; one had two holstered swords either side, and the other had two medium sized las weapons strapped either side of him.
"Gak, is that 'em?" Tor asked their guide.
"Sure is - Rargus and Tarnath - the sons of the Governor."
Rargus and Tarnath stopped infront of them. It was Rargus, the older of the two, who spoke first. "Who have you brought to us, Officer Neikt?"
Tor looked at the others in confusion. Goren whispered in his ear, "Neikt is their last name, remember?"
He saw Ekeyael and Hensturth muttering and laughing at him. He heard one of them say, "What a newbie."
Neikt replied, "they're from Targo city's PSF department, and they were sent to find out what happened here last night."
Rargus addressed the Targo city PSFs now. "Very well then, if you must know, last night the Governor was up late, and he was approached by a figure in strange green robes and wearing an unusual helmet. The figure demanded that they be given full access to the mountains in the north - where all our mines are located. The Governor declined angrily, and asked his 'guest' who he was. The intruder merely kept on demanding that they have access to the mountains, and actually began to threaten the Governor - he even once declared that they'd kill every human on this planet if we didn't comply - and eventually the intruder drew a strange blade that is inscribed with strange runes."
"Then what?" Tor blurted out. Goren kicked him in the shin. "Ah! Er, Then what happened, my lords?"
Tarnath spoke up now. "The Governor drew his blade in return, and they dueled. The intruder, however, was protected by some sort of arcane magicks, as many a blow that would've killed him never reached him. But it was not long before our father won, and he decapitated the alien."
"Alien, my Lord?" asked Goren.
"Yes - he was clearly not human, though outwardly it could be easy to mistake him for one. No, he has long ears, and according to our father, he'd never seen any human ever move as fast as his opponant."
"Thank you for your information, my lords, we greatly appreciate it."
The two brothers nodded, before going about their business.
Their 'guide' herded them back outside the palace, and after he told them to bugger off, the four men got back into their vehicle.
Right, I'll do the event concerning Niall later, I've just spent 30-45 minutes writing this one up.
As I have said, Ash, it's down to the situations you get yourself into, what I decide your character would try to do and then what actually happens via the dice.
I'd recommend you don't try and get him into fights, though, because is severely weakened atm after the last fight.
Well, I suppose I will have plenty of time to do it tomorrow.. but I haven't really drawn up any ideas yet.. but we'll see. I have to say I'm getting annoyed with myself for repeatedly letting you guys down.
Right, I'm not gonna get this event done (unless we wait another couple of weeks.. ) so everyone, feel free to carry on RPing! But write more please, because a few lines for each post isn't really enough. Several paragraphs is the kinda stuff we need to keep this thread moving (that's one of the reasons it isn't going anywhere - you all do really tiny posts!). After all, it is your story too, so make something out of it! I'm just here to keep you all on track.
And remember - you can control other peoples characters in your posts! Just apply some common sense when doing it..
Scrazza wrote:^
wow, I have no idea were we left. I have to read the last few posts 1st.
I think they're on page 9 or something. Tor is just leaving the palace with the other vets, and Niall + Huston + other vets are searching buildings. Ghosty I think has quit the RP..
Niall swept his pistol from left to right, this damn warehouse is so quiet he thought. He clicked on his micro-bead "Roger, take Teth down that access hatch, Rest of you with me.” Ludd watched as Roger and the trooper ducked through the low hatch. He then signalled to the men (two with me? Can’t remember.) to move to the production line. The huge warehouse was filled with crates and other industrial items, massive conveyor belts ran down the centre of the building, all leading to plastic strip protected production areas. Niall guided the veterans towards a small personnel door set into a wall next to the conveyer belts. Niall, taking point, pulled open the door and rolled behind a crate to the left of the entry point. The production area itself was lowered and Niall found himself standing on a raised walkway, spanning around the wall. He secured more cover and brought his men onto the girders before looking to the space below.
OOC: Do you want to event there Dark? Or shall I carry on? I’d like to carry on but you’re the DM. If it’s carry on then, TO BE CONTINUED!
Lol, how long have I been promising to do that event for? Two, three months maybe? (probably about one and 2/3 or something).
Remember, this RP is as much for you guys as it is for me. I'll be taking more of a "hands off" approach from now on. Will, however, think of a few more idea's for this cult.. and then, then we shall move on to the starter course. Mwahahaha And if you survive that? Well.. hehehe.. *EVIL GRIN*
Suddenly a Cultist leapt out from cover with a knife, driving it through the neck of a Veteran facing the other way. One veteran swivelled round on the spot, blowing apart the robed assailant in a hail of Bolter shots - the mutagenic acids from the exploding 75. calibre shots swiftly dissolving the little amount of the cultist that hadn't been blown apart. The crack of lasfire suddenly filled the air, Niall just having time to leap behind a crate before a dozen blue bolts passed through the air where he was mere seconds ago, searing the floor instead. This was chaos! He had no idea where his men were, but Roger managed to run through the field of fire from where he had concealed himself; and slumped down besides him.
"What's the situation?" Niall asked.
"Not good!" Replied the security enforcer.
"How not good, damn you!"
"Not good as in there's three gunners on a platform about twenty metres away, several more slowly advancing on our position; and everyone but me 'n' you is dead!"
"Damn," Niall said, "that really is not good."
Yes, you are. Ash has said he'll help too. However, Ludd has been inactive for quite awhile. It makes me wonder whether he's suffered a mortal injury :/.
Anyway, I think "13 pages" scares away many people.
Great Unclean One wrote:Hey, I'd be interested if your looking for player.
You have just entered into an irreversable pact, with inconcievable beings beyond your mortal comprehension. Your soul is forfeit, and you will either die in an eternity for your new masters, or suffer for longer. There is no escape.
Wait, this is the sign-up area for my cult, right? Ohhhhhh crap. I made a boo-boo. Either way, you will all die soon.
Scrazza wrote:let's have a minute silence in honor of him.
People aren't dead when they stop to post Dark, let's assume ludd is in lala land for a while.
Nooooo, I'm pretty sure he's dead. *shifty eyes* "Don't look at me like that!" or I'll see you dead..
Yes, I double posted. So kill me.
Will hopefully post something of consequence at the weekend. In the meantime, continue to seek out promising recruits for my cult---uh..avid roleplayers..whatever. You get the general gist..
hey maybe we can give this RPG a twist, and then let us all join a cult, and then The imperial guard comes, we kick their arses out of our planet, and then they virus bomb us to death. how's that?
"..And the great Emperor, our lord and master, did say, 'There shall be Eldar!' The great Emperor, our lord and master, did say soon after, 'oh god they're burning me!'"
We're in the process of it! Hopefully this weekend, maybe Friday (pretty sure not before then..damn H/W) I'll try and kick-start this thing. Over the next few days I'll try and get Faunt and GUO prepared for this.
Until then, all I can say to you all is read through as much of the RP as you can be bothered with, and refresh your memory.
Hey guys. GUO and Faunt, feel free to read the original post and create characters. As previously mentioned, it'd be beneficial if you guys found the time to read the rest of the thread.
K', here goes nothing: Character name: Jakob Krius. Character age: 25 Character profession: Trooper in PSF Character personality: A bit of a maverick-dislikes taking orders, you can give him a stick and tell him to kill the mammoth but you can't tell him how. Doesn't play well with others. Character appearance: (Apologies for lack of picture) Average height, medium length straight brown hair, causican compexion, green eyes. Character equipment: Knife (x2), autopistol, Shotgun (15 shells), 1 krak grenade, Carapace armour equivilant, full face helmet, strip of chain. Character bio/background story: Jakob never knew his father; though, his mother told him he died warding off a pirate attack before he was born. Jakob's mother worked in a Blacksmith, which he intended to make his proffesion. However, tragically his mother was killed in a crossfire between rival gangs, convincing Jakob to oin the Police. Jakob has been a member for a long time now, long enough to earn the nickname "Havoc" amongst his compatriots for his...interesting methods of problem solving.
Character name: Ezekiel Jundland
Character age: 52
Character profession: Priest
Character personality: No nonsense towards most people but has a soft spot for young people as he can see
their innocence and naivety as good for the cynical and bitter generations.
Character appearance: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=warrior priest&order=9&offset=24#/d1q3e9c
Character equipment: Axe, Broad sabre, Carapace armour equivalent, full face helmet, knife, stubber pistols (2).
Character bio/background story: Ezekiel grew up on a merchant ship travelling between small colonies and supply depots.
Pirates came to fear the 'Railway' as not one raider group seemed to come back from it alive. Ezekiel left to become
a personal bodyguard to the merchants on Tannerith, before he saw the corruption raging though the merchant lanes
and left to join the Eccleisarchy.
A wild shot blew out a large hole in the crate Niall was sheltering behind, and he swore quietly to himself. He risked a glance over the crate, and managed to spot five robed men closing in before he instinctively ducked down from their weapons fire.
"Three, two, one.." Roger counted.
"What?" Niall queried.
But it was too late. The frag was loose, and Niall smugly listened to the short-lived sounds of frantic movement, followed by a bang and a wet, squelching sound.
"Well damn, I never thought of that," Niall thought aloud, as he got up to survey Roger's handy-work. The 'nade had landed right in the middle of them - the cultists hadn't stood a chance. "Surely the Emperor guided your hand, Huston," he said, a grin playing on his face.
"And thank Terra he did," Roger replied.
Their celebrations at this turn of events was cut short as the unmistakable, unescapable bark of an automatic rifle firing broke the quiet. Time seemed to slow to a crawl when the law-upholders spun to look behind themselves. Niall had half turned around when his back was raked with dozens of bullets. His body spasmed, and as time suddenly rushed back to full speed, Roger watched shocked as his new friend crumpled to the ground, blood welling up in numerous bullet-wounds on his back. Recovering quickly, he rolled into cover whilst simultaneously drawing his shotgun from his back.
"You're gonna pay for that you cultist gak!" He shouted at the gunman up on the walkway. There was some reply in a heretic tongue, and Roger spat his disgust to the floor - an invisible gesture of loathing at the cultist. "I'll see your head on a spike!" He roared.
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The chimera rumbled full speed downtown. Jakob Krius held his shotgun, running his hand along its sturdy frame reassuring him. He looked about himself at his unti: seven rookies fresh from 'boot camp', fast-marched into the city's PSF command building and lumped with him as an instructor. Jakob promised himself he'd have a word with Commissioner Neikt. But all that mattered right now was the mission. Civilians had reported hearing gunshots after seeing a Planetary Security Force squad go into a warehouse, and they hadn't returned. It was Neikt's job to go and check it out. He pulled himself up into the turret cupola at the driver's notification of the nearness of their destination. Jakob almost smiled at the idea of seeing some action for once when he saw a host of armed people in blue and gold-trimmed robes running into the side entrance of the warehouse. He pulled himself out onto the roof of the vehicle, and jumped down while it was still in motion. By the time the surprised recruits had begun stumbling cautiously out of the APC, Jakob had already disappeared into the building.
"Where's the sarge going, Preacher?" Cadet Ralf asked.
"To confront the enemies of the Emperor! Exactly where we should be! Forward, with blades of righteous fire shall we purge these degenerate heretics!" Roared Ezekiel Jundland as he ran, zealous belief infusing his ageing body with strength - the rabble of Cadet-enforcers hurrying after him.
Right, everyone involved in the RPPM me what you want your characters to do, and when everyone has sent me a message, I will write up the conclusion to the player event. The involved players are:
Scrazza wrote:Oooh, I hoped i could get involved. Is my character still at the governer's palace?
I think so.. Damn. for fives. Say goodbye to the cultist.
*Roger fires his shotgun several times into the cultist. Breaching the cultist's 'Armor', with realtive ease.
Roger stood up the automatic fire had stalled. He looked down at Naill. "We need a medic NOW! Officer down! Officer down!"
Roger held the wound on Niall's back. Applying as much pressure as he could.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Methinks you never did quite get the point of the events, Ash.
Yeah i do. I'm holding onto ludd's character for my dear life and shooting randomly. at the Cultist.
No, not in that way. I mean as in you send me a private message, detailing what you want your character to do, but not writing it in IC format. That's down to me.
Like, for example, you could say that you want Roger to advance, whilst firing suppressive bursts from his gun, and calling in for backup or whatever. Then I'd actually write it out.
I may well just write up the event conclusion now, as there seems little that any of you can do. Although most of you have already PM'd me .
Nah dude, my man killed your man. It totally works like that.
I mean yeah.. maybe it was a tad bit on the unfair side of things.. what with your man being a drunk from downtown with a broken bottle of wine versus an inconceivably powerful warp entity conjured up from the darkest depths of my nightmare mind which is a realm unto itself. It was also armed with frag grenades.
Roger leapt to his feet and volted the stack of crates he'd moments before been sheltering behind, firing his shotgun from his hip as he did so. An approaching cultist crumpled - it's torso barely more than a bloody mess. He dived to the floor as a second servant of the Ruinous Powers lamely fired a pistol, and he kicked out with his right leg, sending the cultist to the floor. Like a tiger, he pounced on his prey, and pummelled the barrel of his shotgun into the cultist's face, leaving it a bloody mess. He was awoken from his vengeant blows by the bang of an autopistol firing, but luckily for him his assailant was a bad aim and the shot recocheted from his body armour. Flipping onto his back, he fired his shotgun, and his venerable weapon claimed another victim. Suddenly shots were flying through every square centimetre of air, bullets shredding crates and recocheting off metal containers and other hard items in storage here. Seeking cover, he scrampled over to take refuge behind a large metal barrel. Little did he notice the WARNING notice printed on the other side of it, followed by HIGHLY FLAMMABLE.
Vengra crept towards the enforcer, his curled dagger at the ready. When he was within striking range, he surged forward, his approach having been masked by the sound of gunfire. He placed one hand over his targets' mouth, and quick as a flash the dagger was hovering mere centimetres from the PSFs' throat. The man reacted quickly, surprisingly so, and a shouder slammed into Vengra's stomach, knocking the air out of him. Next thing he knew, the mans' other hand had grabbed his dagger arm, and the security enforcer reared up and pulled, sending the cultist flying over his target's head and crashing into the barrel of fuel. Looking up, Vengra found himself staring down the barrel of a shotgun. As the pitiful escuse for a human's life ended before him at the end of his bload-splattered shotgun, Roger glanced around, seeking the cause of all the commotion and gunfire. A team of Security Enforcers, led by a fiery priest, who were exchanging shots with the dug-in cultists. Then Roger noticed a lone figure flanking the cultists; quietly and unnoticed. Roger raised an eyebrow, impressed. It was either a brave, insanely reckless or foolish man who attempted to take on several dozen armed hostiles who were behind cover. Luckily, Roger was here too. I guess that just about makes it a fair fight, then, he thought with a grin.
But before he could move, the gunman who'd shot Niall got him, and the inconvieniantly placed fuel barrel, in his gunsight. The cultist grinned with savish delight as he pulled the trigger.
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Ahahaha, unfinished event, present you with I do! I'll finish it some other time.. until then, happy..er..whatever it is you people do.
Character name: Chazzick Ordain Character age: 32 Character profession: Sergent Character personality: Free spirited Sergent that trusts his squad and demands the upmost respect and disipline. He didn't get Sergent by licking a fools boot. Character appearance: Short Dark Brown Hair Character equipment: Shot-gun, two compact autopistols,and Dual Ceremonial Power Daggers passed down in his family line. Character bio/background story: He was born into a wealthy family but not having the wanted traits was disliked and put down by his parents and family. Seeking their love and respect he joined the Planetary Security Force to prove his worth, though, he is growing to despise them for the way they have treated him. Just because he wasn't born with the family's Teal Hair.
Nikev, no las I believe... but I will post a character and see if I can get in.
Character name: Nemo Weer
Character Age: 23
Character Profession: PSF Trooper
Character Personality: Nemo is perhaps the happiest man in the PSF. He enjoys everything about it, except for the early mornings. He almost always has a smile on his face and is known to take a punch. During basic he was late to roll call and received a strong blow with a baton from one of the instructors, Nemo replied with "Sir, you hit like a girl sir!". He smiled during the duration of the retaliation.
Character Appearance: Clean shaven with short brown hair and brown eyes. Fair skin, but likes to wear some type of headgear whenever he is awake, whether its a helmet or even a hat.
Character Equipment: Long-range autogun, flak armor equivalent, combat knife, and autopistol.
Character Bio: Nemo was the son of a prominant PSF commander, Silvanus Weer, and was forced in the PSF by his parents in order to follow in his footsteps. However, Nemo has failed to live up to most of those expectations. He has been able to live up to his father's marksmanship and agility, but has fallen short of his father's ease of politics, steadfast determination, and quick rise to the tops of PSF chain of command. Its fortunate for Nemo that his father didn't live long enough to see his son's failure to achieve what the elder Weer had. Remaining relatives include two sisters(one older and one younger) who enrolled in the PSF as well, his younger brother also in the PSF although in basic, and his mother who is retired.
I thought that there were no arbites or PDF, but a singlar PSF as the planet is not under imperial control... its like a forgotten planet that slipped through the cracks of the administratum.
Think Eastern Fringe, little to no imperial control, possible interaction with xenos, and little in the way of inquisitors. Rogue Traders possible though. At least that's what I get from it.
Well, it's in the very SOUTH-EAST. Like further east than Ultramar but far more south .
It is not controlled by the Imperium as they forgot about it. Good for them.
PSF are basically the arbites substitute, except that they are basically soldiers, but their duties are more honed towards keeping the peace, building raids, riot control - that kinda stuff. In times of extreme need, they can be auto-drafted into military service (hint hint ). They aren't as good as the actual defence forces, however, and there are usually more than enough PDF to handle whatever problems there are.
Also, the PDF garrison military/governmental/other important structures across the planet as well as the cities, but the PSF are just in cities.
"Wake up you maggots, we have the making of a situation here." Nemo heard his sergeant yell.
Nemo got up quickly and punched the wall, he hated getting up relatively early and the rest of the squad began mumbling as they put their gear on.
"Hurry up Weer, we don't have all day for your beauty sleep." Sergeant Gral shouted as Nemo finished putting on his boots and his gear.
"What's the situation brewing sir?" Trooper Holke asked.
"Apparantly the PDF decided to get themselves into a little firefight in the palace."
"So, we're going to the palace sir?" Trooper Frin asked.
"No, we're going to cover some of the area surrounding it. Snipers on the roof, guys in the streets to block them off. Get some riot gear and we'll head out in 15." Sergeant Gral finished before leaving the barracks.
"Damn, I hate being on the rooftops." Nemo thought to himself as he grabbed his helmet with nigh vision attachments. He put it on and tested it to make sure it was still working before grabbing his rifle.
"Looks like you're going to have some fun today Nemo." Trooper Varsk said to him while clapping him on the shoulders.
"Yeah, I guess, sitting on the roof all alone, looking through a scope all day, and just being high in the sky." Nemo said while rubbing his face still tired from last night.
"Hey, where'd my watch go?" Nemo said looking around.
"Over here." Trooper Frin said while holding up the watch.
"Why do you have it?" Nemo asked accusingly.
"You lost it in cards last night." Frin said while putting it on his own wrist. "You know, you're not really good at cards."
"It's going to be a really long day." Nemo thought.
oooh! My character is still at the palace, lets get ready to rumble.
BIC
Virgil went went with his squad towards the gate towards their Chimera. Sudenly he heard yelling, and the occasional gunshot. he spotted some muzzle flashes in that building on the other side.
"Get back inside, they are shooting at you!" yelled officer Niall.
at a sudden moment, a horde of cultists in their black and blue robes, stormed towards the palace.
"gak." though Virgil, before running back towards the gate.
Commissar NIkev wrote:Character name: Chazzick Ordain
Character age: 32
Character profession: Sergent
Character personality: Free spirited Sergent that trusts his squad and demands the upmost respect and disipline. He didn't get Sergent by licking a fools boot.
Character appearance: Short Dark Brown Hair
Character equipment: Shot-gun, two compact autopistols,and Dual Ceremonial Power Daggers passed down in his family line.
Character bio/background story: He was born into a wealthy family but not having the wanted traits was disliked and put down by his parents and family. Seeking their love and respect he joined the Planetary Security Force to prove his worth, though, he is growing to despise them for the way they have treated him. Just because he wasn't born with the family's Teal Hair.
halonachos wrote:I know, I miss the las too Nikev. If I could have a las-autogun I would, but I can't. Although maybe a laser sight, just as effective...
I wanted to include you in my RP as the sergeant, but then I noticed this:
Commissar Nikev wrote: demands the upmost respect and disipline.
and I was all like, yeah, that wouldn't work.
Ha, yea as it says.....He didn't make sergent licking a fool's boot Besides, I wouldn't want to be the one to send you to your death.....yet
So you're the fellow with short brown hair and a sergeant ranking eh?
*click*
Ooops... safety was on.
IC:
The transports jarred to a stop.
"Lordy, when will these drivers learn to come to a smooth stop?" Nemo tought to himself as he began to exit the back of the armoured van.
"Weer, Resnik I want you two topside, overlapping fields of fire. Weer, take the administratum roof and Resnik I want you on the hab complex. The rest of you with me to the intersection." Sergeant Gral said as he began to move the rest of the PSF troopers to the intersections.
"Sarge is ticked at you Nemo." trooper Harrel Resnik said to Weer as they compared buildings. The habs reached about 20 stories high while the administratum building was about 30 stories.
"Yeah, I guess so, but its cardio. Its good for you, you know." Nemo said with a chuckle and the two snipers went of to their respective nests.
"Omnipotent 1 to Omnipotent 2, what's your location?" Harrel called over the vox.
"Look for me near the comm array, I'll flash a light for you." Nemo said as he looked towards the hab looking for Harrel.
"You're dead Nemo." Harrel called over jokingly.
"Yeah, but I had to help you. You were dead 5 minutes ago." Nemo replied.
"Oh yeah, then where am I?" Harrel said over the vox.
"Cut the chatter you two, there's some serious gak going down and you two are fething around." Sergeant Gral cut in.
"There's some serious gak going down." Nemo mimicked in a whiney voice.
"Don't make me come up there Weer, I'll beat you within an inch of your life." Nemo could almost feel the sarge spit through the vox.
"I have over 30 flights of stairs that beg to differ sir." Nemo called back, his smile barely obscured by his helmet's anti-glare visor.
"Yeah, but you have to come down sooner or later and when you do I'll be waiting." Sergeant Gral called back almost happy with himself.
"That's why you're in charge sir, you understand tactics." Nemo called back into the vox.
700 yards away from the walls of the palace where a firefight was going on and Nemo was content just messing around on the vox and looking around throughhis scope.
Scrazza wrote:oooh! My character is still at the palace, lets get ready to rumble.
BIC
Virgil went went with his squad towards the gate towards their Chimera. Sudenly he heard yelling, and the occasional gunshot. he spotted some muzzle flashes in that building on the other side.
"Get back inside, they are shooting at you!" yelled officer Niall.
at a sudden moment, a horde of cultists in their black and blue robes, stormed towards the palace.
"gak." though Virgil, before running back towards the gate.
Niall is back in the city with dozens of bullet holes through him.
Virgil barely made it back behind. the safety of the palace walls. Up on one of the parapets, the comanding officer overlooking the gate bellowed orders to his men.
" You, PDF! Get up the parapet, and shoot them!"
Virgil complied, and he beckoned the rest of his squad with him. Virgil ran up the stairs, only to be greeted by a hail of bullets. They took cover, but one of the palace guard was too slow.
"Damn, they killed our sniper! someone take that gun." The bellowing officer ordered.
"I'll do that." And with that, Virgil picked up the fallen sniper rifle. Virgil didn't recognize it's design. It wasn't a needel rifle, something else. A long barreled rifle with a wooden stock, a scope attached to it.
"Are you done admiring that gun? kill those cultists! there are a few snipers on the other side of the street, there somewhere. Take 'em out, I hope you know how to shoot."
Virgil took aim, immediately spotting a a sniper. He steadied his aim, but just as he was about to shoot, the cultist ducked down, into cover. Virgil looked to the right, spotting another one. He steadied his aim, and took a shot. The gun gave a slight kickback. through his scope he could see he hit the sniper, the cultist lay in a pool of blood, hit in the stomach.
Virgil looked for another one. He found on one the roof the administratum. He almost squeezed the trigger, but held back just in time to see a sniper from the PSF.
The recruits were terrified of the shots ringing out around them, crouching low against a ruined wall.
Ezekiel snorted with contempt at the yelling cultists approaching them with makeshift clubs and blades.
"Cleanse them from existence, in the Emperor's name!" He leapt over the barricade, with a few las shots
coming from behind him. He swung his axe down and split open the head of one, then whirled about
with his sabre drawn, cutting the hand off another. A number of the recruits ran to his aid, bayonets fixed
for the melee.
BIC:
Virgil took another sniper out. with the aid of the PSF snipers, they cleared the area of snipers, and they could now put their efforts to the assaulting cultists.
A bi hord of cultists were crossing the broad emty lane etween the hab blocks and the palace, with no cover except the odd parked car.
The cultists were well armed. They wore the same outfit as the ones Virgil encountered in the devout saint some while ago. But these guys were with hundreds of them, storming the breastworks.
Small arms fire were peppering the parapets. Virgil had to dock in order to not get hit.
He just had to spot and kill that cultist shooting at him, and be done with it.
He waited until the enemy fire in his direction slackend. He got up, saw a reloading cultist. Virgil took him in his sights, a man with a tatooed face.
He shot and killed the man.
at that moment, the Chimera parked outside, rumbled through the gate.Now the chimera was safe, thet could close the gate.
"Fething hell." muttered Jakob as he saw the preist leap into the swirling throng of of chaos worshipers. Loading his shotgun, he charged alongside two of the recruits into the melee, firing off a round into a nearby cultists face. Before the body had had time to crumble to the ground, Krius grabbed his knife and brought it up in a slashing motion across another maniacs throat. Standing back to back with the preacher (who appeared to be havingthe time of his life), krius couldn't help but notice the window of sharp glass that hung invitingly above them.
"Omnipotent 1 to command, we have hostiles moving towards the palace, we are engaging to our best abilities." Harrel called over the vox.
"We already have back up headed our way!" Sergeant Gral shouted into the vox.
"Echo squad right?" the voice from command said.
"Yeah, we're echo squad why?" Sergeant Gral said while watching two PSF vehicles move towards their position.
"We haven't sent anybody to reinforce your location." the voice said.
Nemo had already spun himself around and began looking at the vans through the scope. The drivers were wearing PSF helmets and uniforms, but the driver of the second vehicle had a hole in his helmet.
"Sir, they're not ours! They're not ours! They're jacked!" Nemo shouted into his mic as he began to take shots at the driver.
"Clear the streets!" Sergeant Gral said before running to the nearest doorway himself.
"Got one!" Nemo cheered as he saw the head of the second driver explode into a mist of red and grey. The van began to careen and slammed into the walls of a building on the intersection.
"Got the other for ya!" Nemo heard Harrel call over the vox. The second van slammed into the base of the hab complex and Nemo could see Harrel stumble a bit from the impact.
The rest of the squad had already moved towards the van at the intersection and opened up the back to reveal a large amount of explosives.
"Feth, get to cover, get to cover now!" Varsk yelled befor being vaporized by a large explosion.
"gak, get clear of the habs Harrel! Get out of there!" Nemo yelled into his mic as he watched Harrel scramble onto the roof of another building as the lead van exploded.
The shockwave was enough to knock Nemo over and he felt a little dizzy as he tried to get back up. He managed to stand, using his rifle as a cane and surveyed the damage. Black oily smoke filled the intersection and obscured his view in almost any direction.
"Harrel? Can you hear me bud?" Nemo said weakly "Frin? Gral? Varsk? Holke? Velte? Anybody?"
"I hear you Nemo." a voice said through the vox, it was gruff and scratchy.
"Sarge, that you?" Nemo said.
"Yeah," sergeant Gral continued "listen Nemo, we probably aren't destined for much longer now. That truck was jammed with explosives. Listen though, and no wisecracks you moron, get out of your position. We're pretty much the definition of compromised, link up with another squad, and do your fething job."
"Sure thing sarge." Nemo said.
"And one more thing Nemo." Sarge continued, Nemo could hear gurgling coming from him in the mic, "just because I'm dead doesn't mean you get to feth around all day."
"Don't worry sir, I won't." Nemo said and actually meant it.
"Yeah right." Nemo heard Sergeant Gral reply before the vox went dead.
"This is Omnipotent 2 to command, echo squad is gone, I'm all that's left. We've been compromised and... well I can't hold this spot alone." Nemo said into the vox while stifling a sob.
"Don't worry Omnipotent 2 we'll find a spot for you." command replied.
Blimey! I was just absently having a mosey through this thread, read Dark had sent me a PM, and went to check. Apparently I hadn't really looked at PMs for quire some time. Gosh, I cant even remember what character I had for this... was it an assassin? I guess I really better check the earlier pages...
ghosty wrote:Blimey! I was just absently having a mosey through this thread, read Dark had sent me a PM, and went to check. Apparently I hadn't really looked at PMs for quire some time. Gosh, I cant even remember what character I had for this... was it an assassin? I guess I really better check the earlier pages...
Castella? You nicked her for another roleplay THAT DIED.
Hmph. No roleplaying? Grumble.. this is what I get for giving y'all the free reign that you (some of you anyway..) so longed for aroundabouts the first event.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hmph. No roleplaying? Grumble.. this is what I get for giving y'all the free reign that you (some of you anyway..) so longed for aroundabouts the first event.
So am I just to introduce my character and have him do his how-sos and what-nots?
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hmph. No roleplaying? Grumble.. this is what I get for giving y'all the free reign that you (some of you anyway..) so longed for aroundabouts the first event.
So am I just to introduce my character and have him do his how-sos and what-nots?
Sorry, but I've been away over the weekend. I was planning to post my "Won't be here during the weekend" post friday morning, but apparantly there was packing that still needed to be done so I couldn't.
Nemo walked down the stair well of the administratum building. He was alone, felt completely alone and isolated.
"What am I going to do?" Nemo thought to himself "Where do I need to go, I hate not having orders."
It was like being stuck in limbo for Nemo, nothing to do, no one to listen to, there was a complete lack of motivation to do anything right now.
He began thinking about his comrades and suddenly perked up, "My watch!" Nemo said aloud as he began to speed down the flights of stairs.
He reached ground level and walked into the lobby of the building, shattered glass lay all over the floor and an elaborate lighting fixture had fallen to the floor to add to the amount of glass laying there. It crinkled underneath his boots as he hurriedly made his way to the street. Black smoke filled his vision and he was sure he was going to mess up his lungs breathing the stuff, but it was necessary for him.
"Where are ya' you little prick?" Nemo thought as he searched for anything resembling a human corpse. He saw several close to each other and moved towards them. They were blackened and one of them had a shard from a riot shield embedded in his neck. Unfortunately, none of them were Frin so he moved on closer to the source of the explosion until he came upon another body. The face was unrecognizeable, the uniform in tatters, but Nemo's watch was on his wrist.
"Damn it Frin, you messed up my watch." Nemo said smiling to himself in amusement. Sure his watch was melted into Frin's wrist and the glass of the watch was missing and the blue inlay had turned black, but he was happy that at least Frin got was coming to him.
"That's what you get for cheating during those card games." Nemo said while kicking the body, his boot going through the thin layer of remaining flesh and letting loose the smell of cooked innards.
Reports of attacks were dying down and soon only the sporadic gunfire coming from the palace could be heard, but that appeared to be ending swiftly.
Nemo looked towards the palace and saw Harrel lying face down on the road. Nemo rolled him over and saw that Harrel's visor was mashed into his face and also saw that his helmet was leaking.
"I thought these things protected against that kind of stuff." Nemo mused to himself as he reached into Harrel's webbing and pulled out three clips of ammo for his rifle.
"Command, this is echo squad, do you have a home for me yet?" Nemo called into his vox. The sudden revelation that he was the entirety of echo squad put some pride into him, after all he had survived what the rest of his squad couldn't.
"Almost...echo..." command's voice seemed to falter as if the sudden transition from 'Omnipotent 2' to 'echo' was too much to handle, "we have a couple of squads near your location, not sure if we want you in with them or back at base though."
"Base sounds fun." Nemo said jokingly.
"It would be for a psych evaluation before sending you back out with another squad." Command replied seriously.
"Screw it then, another squad sounds fun. Just don't stick me with a hard-ass or something. I've had serious psychological trauma you know." Nemo replied chuckling during that last part.
OOC: I fething hate physics, I had great improvement on my chem tests(67 for test 1, 87 for test 2. So did my class though, avg was 55 for test 1 and 69 for test 2). I have my two psych tests in the first week of november though.
I was just trying to get a post in saying that the majority of the moment is over with, so hopefully we can recuperate or something like that. Eye of the hurricane you know, oh wait your english, you don't get many hurricanes your way do ya?
Yesterday you said that you would post tomorrow. So yesterday I told you to post today tomorrow. Today you're saying that you won't post today but will post tomorrow today even though you said you'd post tomorrow yesterday.
with the arival of a tripod mounted heavy bolter, the defenders of the governor's palace forced the assaulting cultists back.
It was a victory, but the PDF now knew Chaos had taken a grip on the planet.
'They will need to take 'em out', Virgil thought. And my new sniper rifle is going to help me'
Virgil's half squad had taken 2 casualties, Cultists shot them dead.
They were ordered to remain at te palace, secure and hold.
'Let the PSF secure the outside untill then.' he tought.
voxed orders reached the palace as well. Hold and secure. A PSF squad would pick up Virgil and his squad, and from there on, they would clear the hab area. Hab block by bah block.
Btw, I'll post up day [insert whatever day we're on next] if I get a chance, but make sure you've all finished up whatever your characters are doing for the rest of the day before then.
. -goes back to work- 
oh no.
Damn. for fives. Say goodbye to the cultist.
