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Alright, we're set to go.
Currently we are gathering the survivors from earlier as well as adding new conscripts.

Russki sat down behind the remains of a desk. "The current situation is a bloody mess, more than half of the regiment is wiped out and the other half is running around through the jungle," he mumbled as he looked at the list with casualties. "Every other regiment should have been totally wiped out after an assault like that," he thought with a sad smile, but then he remembered all the good times that he had with his regiment. "No, we're the Catachans. We've been through a lot of dirt worse than this!"

He looked for a clean sheet and started writing down what he remembered, after it he went outside and asked around, writing down their names and function on the regimental Roster.

Company command squad:
Comany commander: Vladimir Russki
Veteran: Damios
Veteran:
Veteran:
Veteran:

Lord Commissar: Kracken.

Platoon command:
Platoon commander: Captain JKB
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:

Infantry squad:
Sergeant:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:

Infantry squad:
Sergeant:
Guardsman: Stumbo
Guardsman: Steele
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:

Infantry squad:
Sergeant:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:
Guardsman:

Rough Riders:
Rough Rider sergeant: Iorl Marr
Rough Rider:
Rough Rider:
Rough Rider:
Rough Rider:

Scout sentinel:
Scout sentinel:

Vulture gunship: Tech Magos "Gear Head" Greerian

Leman Russ main battle tank:
Commander: Stuckie
Driver: Atticus Zwackelmann
Gunner:
Loader:

Leman Russ executioner:
Commander: Sergeant Jokerva
Driver:
Gunner:
Loader:

Notable members: Haine Larkin.

We're open to suggestions or requests for ranks. So if you want to be a Leman Russ tank driver or a gunner in a basilisk artillery piece, just let me know.

General reminder:
This thread is for the RPing. Feel free to do as you like, but keep it within the boundries. If you don't think it's suitable elsewhere on Dakka, then it also isn't here.
We're currently looking for someone that likes it to write short stories about our regiment. Think you are up for the job? Feel free to start posting then!

Russki plucked at his eyebrows, or rather what was left of them. The enemy did one hell of a job bombarding the camp. As he looked through the jungle, trying to identify what was the way back to the camp. He picked up his fluffy head, where there was a large hole in the side. He shrugged his shoulders and set off towards the camp.
As he reached the clearing and set down in the middle of all of the craters, he noticed that by some sort of a miracle the commissar’s tent was still standing. “Well feth,” he thought as he rose to his feet, “can’t leave business unfinished!” Among the debris, he found a jerry can full of promethium. Quickly he glanced around and noticed that there was no one else. Quickly he poured the contents over the canvas, while someone behind him shouted: “Colonel!”
-“Not some snot nosed grunt again,” he cursed as he tossed the jerry can aside.
As Russki looked for a light, someone shouted again: “Colonel!”
Russki didn’t pay attention to it and just as he wanted to set fire to the canvas, the grunt yelled again.
“Well feth,” Russki swore as he turned around, “can’t a honest man just set a commissar’s tent on fire? I don’t know where your colonel is. Try taking a look through the jungle! You might just find what’s left of him.”
The recruit gave him a funny look, before he replied: “But sir, you are the colonel!”

For a moment Russki thought that the other man was joking, but it wasn’t. The recruit wore the insignia of a tank commander. He had a strange hat that the would-be colonel didn’t immediately recognize.
“Sir, the name is sergeant Jokerva!” Behind the man stood a Leman Russ Executioner tank, dedicated to the 222nd Catachan.
“Sir,” the recruit said, “what are your orders?” Russki, still thinking it was a joke, rubbed his hands together and thought of as proper way to abuse his power. “See this tent,” he asked, pointing at the place where the commissar used to sleep, “get in your tank and drive over it.”
The sergeant shrugged his shoulders and climbed into the tank. A second later it promptly drove over the tent. Russki, still not believing the sergeant, ordered the man to do it again. The Leman Russ went in reverse and did what it was ordered.

Two thoughts rushed through Russki’s head, one was: “What idiot made me a fething colonel?” The other one was: “How am I going to explain this to the inquisition?” As he turned around, he saw that more survivors were emerging out of the jungle.

<JKB wonders out of the jungle with Apples in tow, longlas slung over his shoulder)

Reportin' for duty, sir.>

<Commisar Kracken walks slowly out the jungle missing his great coat and sash. Bolt pistol smoking and chain sword covered with blood and ichor.>

Commisar Kracken reporting for duty Sir. Request permission to draw a new sash and bolt ammunition from the supplies.

<Apples starts nibbling on the Commissar's shirt. JKB doesn't stop him>

<pushes Apples away>
Dang-it Apples thats my last shirt now get back before we play fetch with a Krak grenade.

Now, Commissar, surely you wouldn't explode a gift of our founder now would you?

By the way - I see you managed to hang onto your hat. We should visit the grave of your old one some time.

Well of course this hat was a gift from my mentor. The hat we buried was my predecessor's. For me it's always been my tent that has been gone after.

May I be Veteran Damios in the Company Command squad?

-Ogryn

Oh, right!

<leads Apples over to the Commissar's tent and ties him up there so he can nibble on it>

<Iorl Marr stumbles from the jungle, melta still retaining it's gleam> Well, I am never going to poke that frog again... Rough Rider Marr reporting, Sir. And, can I get a paper bag? <Gags>

Why were you poking fro....never mind. Dun wanna know.

It was looking at my melta funny. I class that as assault.

----Vox Transmission-----
From: Governor Larkin
To: Commander Russki

Hello Commander,

It's been a long time. I'm glad the Warmaster consented to my choice of successor. I am also glad to hear that old veterans are coming back to the regiment.

Please let Marr know i have reccomended him for rough rider sgt and have requisitioned extra melta supplies for the regiment.
Pplease also let commissar Kracken know that the package containing my old plasma pistol is for him, and that i wish i treats him as well as it did me. (Though advise him to take caution about shooting gretchin)

Also, i reccomended Kracken for promotion to Lord commissar to the commisariat, i am sure they will let you know soon.

Lastly, i let you know that the services of the 222nd may be needed on my new Governed planet. (thats right, i was made governor of the world Abraxas-VI we defended from the greenskin hoard without casualty in one of our first battles) as we have heard rumours of a new WAAAAGH and should things go wrong, i will call upon the 222nd first if they will help defend the people of this world once more.

Faithfully yours
Larks

JKB, what position did you hold last time?

And now a household message:
According to the Inquisition (mods) we're free to do what we want, but it shouldn't turn out in off topic spam and chatter than RPing. Because then it will be locked and everyone involved will have their posting privileges suspended, for greater or lesser periods based on the degree of offense.

As for Iorl, you got into a fight with a frog, no?
Judging by your appearance, I would say that the frog won...

It was a moral victory!

Aun'shi wrote:It was a moral victory!

You got beaten up by a frog and it was a moral victory? Please, explain how.

I gladly accept the post as Lord Commisar and I eagerly look forward to using the Marshall's gift to smite the enemies of the Emperor.

And Sgt. Iorl how in the Emperors name can you claim a "moral" victory against a frog and nothing else? I surely hope that you can lead your squad to more then just moral victories.

Now JKB do you happen to have any target "dummies" that I may practice using my shiny new pistol on?

What Iorl didn't mention is that it was the deadly catachan great purple jungle toad. The one that wiped out the entirety of the 221st with a single flick of its tongue. and also killed that titan.

right Iorl?

Riiiight, and when did Iorl become so humble. Either way I'm sure he'll do much better mounted then on foot.

JKB, what position did you hold last time?

Captain of Gamma Platoon, sir. I do best with snipers and scouts, I'll tell ya that, sir.

Now JKB do you happen to have any target "dummies" that I may practice using my shiny new pistol on?

Got plenty o' apples, Commissar. Um, of the non-equine variety, that is. But we ain't got new recruits to hold 'em nor noone wants fethed me off enough yet.

<Bursts from the treeline, rumbling and cautiously tapping the brakes lurching back and forth>

Take a look what I sto- mean acquired!

Sgt. Jokorva, Executioner driver/assumed commander, reporting sir!

(P.S. Can we change my name on the roll, considering Joker sounds coincidently like Full metal Jacket)

Plus whats the Standard of Dress considering I want to wear a slouch hat... from my...native planet...errr....Austrata?


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With a hat like that, I woulda thought you'd be a rough rider.

You like apples, sergeant?

CadianCommander wrote:With a hat like that, I woulda thought you'd be a rough rider.

You like apples, sergeant?

.
Nyeh, pretty much all cavalry units wear it, armoured or not.

The toad was in fact, the one mentioned by Larkin... Yep... It was a moral victory as I poked it and it detonated but <gags> exploded toad does not agree with me <Runs to toilet>

Pfft. What kinda trooper can't hold his toad down?

I'm more of a frog person...

What are ya, son? Some offworld noble? A man doesn't turn down a good toad for the luxury of frog. Even if it is of the exploding variety.

Hmm... So lets see...

Does anyone feel up for the following idea?

A real life battle, in which the normal rules of 40k apply.
So you move 6'', then can decide to fire/run and finally decide to assault.

The idea:
Every person commands his own squad/unit. You can make suggestions to other squads, but not say what they do!
I'll command the hostile units and perform all the actions for them.

Ofcourse all the dice rolling/ruling and others will be done by me.

At the end, I'll post the pictures of the turn and the results.

Example:
"I'll have my squad move closer to building X, after which we open fire with our lasguns at that hostile unit."
Then I move that unit closer to the building and measure the distance for firing. If they are within range, I roll for the results.
or
"My squad just keeps standing and fire at that enemy."
Then I won't move the squad and instead just fire at the enemy with them.

Sounds cool to me but how would I act being he lord commisar?

Commisar Wolfie wrote:Sounds cool to me but how would I act being he lord commisar?

I'll just write up an army list, containing all of you people.
Unless our dear lord commissar is afraid of combat.

For now I need around 4 people and then I'll launch it.

Oh! So that's why commissars are always at the back. And we thought it was to shoot cowards and deserters.

Oh I love combat but I'm not stupid enough to charge a full squad of Orks all by me lonesome. You do know that my red sash is colored red with the blood of the emperor's enemies right?

I thought it was red from all the 'friendly fire' incidents...

There is no such thing as friendly fire from a Commisar only the executions of the emperor's enemies. For as we all know cowards and heretics are enemies of the Imperium.

Umm...that wasn't quite the direction I m...forget it. It's all good. Any commissar who attaches to a Catachan regiment is one of two things: brave or green.

Oh dear, Apples seems to have eaten half your tent.

Well if there is another commissarial position I will take it, otherwise sign me up as a sergeant or tank commander(depending on whats available)

Very well, I can make a place for you if you want.
Name?

As for JKB, also joining the little game or not?

Err...yes, sir. I reported in for duty four days ago, sir.

Well since my tent is gone I guess I'll just be taking tours then. I better not find any contraband in there or else I'll have to "confiscate" it.

I'm not sure that apples count as contraband. But that's fine, I'm a tough blokey Catachan, I can rough it.

Well thats good to hear. I like having a tent for my "alone time".

my "alone time".

Bags not me to be your batman.

Commisar Wolfie wrote:Well thats good to hear. I like having a tent for my "alone time".

What tent?

That's the spirit, sir! We're tough, we don't need tents like some softy offworlder marshmallow.

Any FW units allowed (non super heavies of course)

What do you wanna crew?

Vulture gunship....so much FIREPOWER!!!!!

I'm gone for a couple of days. I expect it that you guys behave yourself.

Behave ourselves? But i just got my shiny new plasma pistol and I want to use it on something.

Catachans dont behave themselves.
Heres some beer.

So loner what say you on forgeworld units?

It just occurred to me - all flying craft are piloted by naval personnel, not Guard.

So...commander's gone, eh?

<grins>

Who likes apples?

I got lost for a while, took a left instead of a right back there or something. Anyway, used to be a sniper's spotter, but have since retrained. Private Atticus Zwackelmann reporting in for duty as the driver of the Leman Russ MBT , sir!

Then in comes the thundering LRBT! Bringing destruction to you every day!*

*For a reasonable price

DRIVEN BY TANK COMMANDER STUCKIE!

Rabtorian wrote:I got lost for a while, took a left instead of a right back there or something. Anyway, used to be a sniper's spotter, but have since retrained. Private Atticus Zwackelmann reporting in for duty as the driver of the Leman Russ MBT , sir!

DreadlordME! wrote:DRIVEN BY TANK COMMANDER STUCKIE!

Added to the roster, welcome to the crew.

As for Wardragoon, I believe that naval personnel isn't added to a regiment.
Any other preferences?

hmm Penal legionnaire fine?

NO! Cause I blew them up!

We've had penal legionnaires in the past.

They're great for working out where mines are laid without us having to risk the servitors.

Hey. Could we include a Shadowsword in here. I'll crew it. It shall be crewed by tank commander BOOM!

Umm....how you gonna get a superheavy through the jungle? Yeah, sure i can just crush the jungle behind it, but then there won't be no jungle for us jungle fighters to fight in. We'd be stubble fighters. That don't sound so awesomesauce.

Hmm......we have no anti large mobs, I have an idea, if this works I will roll with this character. Since most flyers follow navy purview, unless extraordinary conditions occur. So here it is.(Dammit I want to play a flyer, its so vietnam!!)

Vulture Gunship Pilot/Techpriest(if you would rather I not have a flyer I will happily go along as a techpriest with a restoration hobby)
Vulture name "Baby"
Name: Tech Magos "Gear Head" Greerian
Age: 258
Description: A tall lanky techpriest with a 95.6% Artificial composition, mechandrites replace his legs and act as an impromptu ribcage, the most mechandrites that any living person has seen at once is 23 jutting from his robes
Background: Originally from Mars, Magos Greerian had a knack for irritating his superiors so he was promptly sent to the deathworld of Catacha to fight alongside the jungle fighters. Soon it was found that he could fix and damn near make any piece of armour he came into contact with, this promptly rose to promotions, however due to his rebellious personality he was thrown from forgeworld's back to Catacha to join the 222nd. Ten years ago on a frozen planet he found a crashed and completely frozen Vulture gunship buried in snow and ice. He set to work restoring his 'Baby', while the navy has tried to take the Vulture as their own they found that it was built to operate only in the hands of a Tech Magos with many mechandrites. And considering most Tech Magos won't serve in a dedicated combat role they returned it to Greerian.

Wardragoon wrote:Hmm......we have no anti large mobs, I have an idea, if this works I will roll with this character. Since most flyers follow navy purview, unless extraordinary conditions occur. So here it is.(Dammit I want to play a flyer, its so vietnam!!)

Vulture Gunship Pilot/Techpriest(if you would rather I not have a flyer I will happily go along as a techpriest with a restoration hobby)
Vulture name "Baby"
Name: Tech Magos "Gear Head" Greerian
Age: 258
Description: A tall lanky techpriest with a 95.6% Artificial composition, mechandrites replace his legs and act as an impromptu ribcage, the most mechandrites that any living person has seen at once is 23 jutting from his robes
Background: Originally from Mars, Magos Greerian had a knack for irritating his superiors so he was promptly sent to the deathworld of Catacha to fight alongside the jungle fighters. Soon it was found that he could fix and damn near make any piece of armour he came into contact with, this promptly rose to promotions, however due to his rebellious personality he was thrown from forgeworld's back to Catacha to join the 222nd. Ten years ago on a frozen planet he found a crashed and completely frozen Vulture gunship buried in snow and ice. He set to work restoring his 'Baby', while the navy has tried to take the Vulture as their own they found that it was built to operate only in the hands of a Tech Magos with many mechandrites. And considering most Tech Magos won't serve in a dedicated combat role they returned it to Greerian.

Just curious but what do the other players think of this?

Meh it makes no difference to me.

Oh loner, do you need the rules for the vulture?

Steele stumbled his way through the undergrowth then into the clearing. He didn't seem to be at all surprised or even relieved to have found the camp, he simple countinued his march forward, each laboured step seemed to take a lifetime. Blood was dripping from the multitude of wounds he had aquired. He was covered from head to toe in mud and soot, as you might expect of one who had just wandered through the jungle for Emperor knows how long. Slung over his back was Stumbo, who appeared to be no better then Steele, he was however given the luxury of being unconcious. The fact that Steele could even bare the weight of Stumbo's massive bulk was impressive, especially after walking for such a long time. Behind him he dragged a large bag, nobody could see what was in it, but it left a long trail of red along the ground as he pulled it forward, so it seemed obvious to all what it contained. After just a few steps he let Stumbo slide off his back and slam onto the ground, altough Stumbo didn't seem to care, he was having far to much fun being unconcious. Just a few more steps and he dropped the bag as well, then he allowed himself to collapse next to someones tent. As he layed there, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a lho stick and his lighter. After striking the lighter a few times, he realised it was broken, so he let it slip from his hand and fall to the ground. Steele sat there, stareing into empty space, hoping that no one would offer him a god damned apple.

OOC: Why is no one posting? Come on people, don't let this die!

*Comes back with a crate of apples.*

"Dear lord commissar, you see that trooper sitting there next to the tent? Why don't you offer him some apples? I'm sure it would cheer him up!"

<JKB backs away quietly>

Steele heard a very quiet rustle in the canopy above him. He was surprised, surprised that none of the catachans seemed to notice it. Steele pulled out his las pistol and fired into the canopy without looking. A gretchin fell from the canopy and landed with a thump on the ground. This gretchin was good, quite good, it had been following him for several days. It had taken something from him, and now he could get it back. As he reached towards it, he realised it didn;t have any wounds, it was just fakeing. The gretchin was even better then he had thought. It sprang to life and lept at Steele, a knife clutched in its hands. Steele gave it a hard kick and it flew backwards but landed on its feet. Before Steele could get a shot off it scurried behind JKB for cover. Steele aimed his las pistol at JKB, "Move".

Without hesitation, Captain JKB throws himself to one side, rolling as he does to bring his longlas to bear, just in case Steele should miss, but doesn't fire, waiting to give Steele the first shot.

before I start RPing, am I allowed in or no?

But then, Steele starts chuckling. JKB looks confused. Then a tank crushes JKB. Stuckie looks out of the main seat. Steele walks up to the tank. Good Job, he says. BOOOOOOM! All that is left is a smattering of Blood. "For the Emperor" whispers Stuckie.

DreadlordME! wrote:But then, Steele starts chuckling. JKB looks confused. Then a tank crushes JKB. Stuckie looks out of the main seat. Steele walks up to the tank. Good Job, he says. BOOOOOOM! All that is left is a smattering of Blood. "For the Emperor" whispers Stuckie.

I advice you to rewrite your message or face the commissars...

We usually don't kill other members...

Wardragoon wrote:before I start RPing, am I allowed in or no?

I'm kinda torn on this one.
We've had quite a score of people asking if they could commandeer a valkyrie and to all of them we've said no.
On the other hand you have made a good explenation of why your valkyrie should be allowed.

How about this:
You managed to salvage three aircrafts?
A valkyrie, a vulture and a Vendatta.
If other people want they can also sign up for your crafts?

Okay then. Suddenly a rumble comes from the distance. Tank Commander Stuckie and his crew have been possessed by Daemons. JKB and Steele run for their lives. The Tank fires, killing dozens of guard with each shot. The crew then gets ripped apart from the inside. But then, from the rubble, emerges a new tank commander. The Nightlord. The current Tank was gone, so he mounted himself in a Leman Russ Demolisher, ideal for owning enemy cover.

Loner: Kill the Leman Russ and replace it with a Demolisher.

Wait. How does the driver of our posthumous tank feel about this?

Steele fired and blew the gretchins head off with his well aimed shot. He sat next to the tent for a moment, watching the gretchin's blood drain slowly out of its lifeless corpse. Finally it was dead, now he could get back what was his. He got up slowly, savouring the moment. He limped over to the dead gretchin, squatting next to it. He let a small grin play across his face. Steele removed a necklace from the gretchin, a simple leather band with a small volcanic rock tied to one end. Steele kissed it then held it to his chest.

loner wrote:

Wardragoon wrote:before I start RPing, am I allowed in or no?

I'm kinda torn on this one.
We've had quite a score of people asking if they could commandeer a valkyrie and to all of them we've said no.
On the other hand you have made a good explenation of why your valkyrie should be allowed.

How about this:
You managed to salvage three aircrafts?
A valkyrie, a vulture and a Vendatta.
If other people want they can also sign up for your crafts?

OOC: I am cool on this, as long as they don't break them too much, if they arent cool with this, I can just sign up as a techpriest

DreadlordME! wrote:Okay then. Suddenly a rumble comes from the distance. Tank Commander Stuckie and his crew have been possessed by Daemons. JKB and Steele run for their lives. The Tank fires, killing dozens of guard with each shot. The crew then gets ripped apart from the inside. But then, from the rubble, emerges a new tank commander. The Nightlord. The current Tank was gone, so he mounted himself in a Leman Russ Demolisher, ideal for owning enemy cover.

Loner: Kill the Leman Russ and replace it with a Demolisher.

To all others, ignore this one for now.

DreadlordMe, try to RP in a normal way without ripping everything up or killing everyone.
If you want out of the game, no problem at all. I'll just remove you from the game.
I've warned you once, now I warn you twice.
The third time the commissars will help you.

Russki places a plasmapistol on the table.

Your choice.

Under an unlit large aircraft hanger a shuffling Tech Magos moved around a battlescarred Vulture. With a shrill tech screech at a servitor who snapped to and ran to the gunship to fuel it, turning away from the servitor Tech Magos Greerian popped his vox on and used his heavily augmetted fleshvoice. +The vulture's repairs are about as complete as they can be given whats on this base.+ he said with a strange tone that almost sounded bitter + So whenever you can get the clearance I would like to test my Baby out, provided you aren't too upset with me crashing into the officers lounge last time. I really do not see what you humans get from drinking alcohol, it seems to reduce combat effectiveness of a human generally in the thirty percentile range+

Sgt. 'Joker" Jokorva woke with a jolt of energy at the word 'alcohol' from within the confines of his beloved new tank. The damn techpriest had accidently voxed it over the net. Jokorva rolled over in his bedroll which was uncomfortable on the hard steel floor. He decided it was pointless and exited through the top hatch, painfully hitting his head on a steel rung of the ladder he was climbing. On his way up he found a noisy snore escape the sleeping bag of Private Rissman, the crews loader who had found a prime spot in the turret. "Wake up you lousy treadhead" and with that Joker gave the private a sharp kick, but instead of Risso a snarling gretchin lunged at him from inside the sheets. Before he could say "Holy latreen of terra!" the gretchen had lunged but had missed as the sargent ducked. the hysteric mutant slamming full force into the side of the turret. The now tired, grumpy and annoyed tank commander grabbed the unconcious wrecth by the throat, dragging it up the open hatch and drop kicked the alien a good 10 feet in the air. The would-be assasin landed hard on its over grown nose but quickly leapt to its feet and scurried into the jungle wall narrowly avoiding the las shots fired by Joker from the open top of the Executioner. The rest of the camp barely rose from the seats around their hexy stoves but had intently watched the struggle from afar. The sarge realised that he was in the spotlight , adjusted his crooked slouch hat and with no effort jumped back into his steel tomb.

Hey guys, just wondering if you would want me to draw a few depictions of 222nd. Have a look at this at his one in the mean time...

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/0/427882.page

Me!

Hey,

Looks very good! Perhaps you can make some more of certain members of the 222nd Catachan?

OOC: I'll post up the pic brilliant pic Loner did a while back of JKB. Glad to see I'm not apparently dead, as if a Catachan couldn't get out of the way of a tank. Cos after I've spent the day trying to save my friend's live stock, been up since six on a Saturday on almost no sleep and it's almost two am, haven't been home for two days, that would be a real bummer to lose a fun char I've had for almost a year, on top of everything else.

Joker - that freaking rocks. You know we have a rather famous pink leman russ lying around, right.....? Was commanded by our previous tank commander.

Added the beginning of a story.
It will be posted in installments in throughout the thread and on the second post.

Russki plucked at his eyebrows, or rather what was left of them. The enemy did one hell of a job bombarding the camp. As he looked through the jungle, trying to identify what was the way back to the camp. He picked up his fluffy head, where there was a large hole in the side. He shrugged his shoulders and set off towards the camp.
As he reached the clearing and set down in the middle of all of the craters, he noticed that by some sort of a miracle the commissar’s tent was still standing. “Well feth,” he thought as he rose to his feet, “can’t leave business unfinished!” Among the debris, he found a jerry can full of promethium. Quickly he glanced around and noticed that there was no one else. Quickly he poured the contents over the canvas, while someone behind him shouted: “Colonel!”
-“Not some snot nosed grunt again,” he cursed as he tossed the jerry can aside.
As Russki looked for a light, someone shouted again: “Colonel!”
Russki didn’t pay attention to it and just as he wanted to set fire to the canvas, the grunt yelled again.
“Well feth,” Russki swore as he turned around, “can’t a honest man just set a commissar’s tent on fire? I don’t know where your colonel is. Try taking a look through the jungle! You might just find what’s left of him.”
The recruit gave him a funny look, before he replied: “But sir, you are the colonel!”

I think our commisar would appreciate this one

CadianCommander wrote:OOC:Joker - that freaking rocks. You know we have a rather famous pink leman russ lying around, right.....? Was commanded by our previous tank commander.

Pink tank you say....? GIMME GIMME GIMME! What happened to the last guy?

By the way I will take requests for pictures of your characters, all I need is any details you want put on them. I promise I will do them proffessionally not like the stuff I have been doing so far

Looks very good!
Perhaps make some of various members together?
(Think of a group photo of a football team or something similar.)

loner wrote:Looks very good!
Perhaps make some of various members together?
(Think of a group photo of a football team or something similar.)

Sounds like a plan...

New part of the story:


For a moment Russki thought that the other man was joking, but it wasn’t. The recruit wore the insignia of a tank commander. He had a strange hat that the would-be colonel didn’t immediately recognize.
“Sir, the name is sergeant Jokerva!” Behind the man stood a Leman Russ Executioner tank, dedicated to the 222nd Catachan.
“Sir,” the recruit said, “what are your orders?” Russki, still thinking it was a joke, rubbed his hands together and thought of as proper way to abuse his power. “See this tent,” he asked, pointing at the place where the commissar used to sleep, “get in your tank and drive over it.”
The sergeant shrugged his shoulders and climbed into the tank. A second later it promptly drove over the tent. Russki, still not believing the sergeant, ordered the man to do it again. The Leman Russ went in reverse and did what it was ordered.

Two thoughts rushed through Russki’s head, one was: “What idiot made me a fething colonel?” The other one was: “How am I going to explain this to the inquisition?” As he turned around, he saw that more survivors were emerging out of the jungle.

The Sarge grinned with satisfaction that all resistence from the tenacious tent had been thoroughly crushed in the Emperor's name. Joker ordered the tank forward, "To the mess hall, this victory has given me an appetite!"
"But sarge, we already ran over the mess hall" stated Rissman, driver of the formidable Executioner.
"Errr... To the officer's mess hall!" Jokorva eclaimed.
"You mean the latreen?"
"Yeah that"

If anyone else wishes to be added, just let me know and I'll add you.

What do you mean by added?

My poor poor tent. I think I'll start sleeping in a tree....... Wait trees are still flammable aren't they? Feth I need something that won't catch on fire to sleep in. I need someone with some good scouting skills to go out and find me something fireproof to sleep in. And where is that crate of apples I'm feeling a little hungry.

Lyzin Locrian wrote:What do you mean by added?

I think he means enlisting some fresh meat for the grinder. I do need to tie some penal legionaires to my armour plating, don't wanna risk a scratch on the ol' girl.

And I'm always happy to practice my aim.

Private_Joker wrote:

I think he means enlisting some fresh meat for the grinder. I do need to tie some penal legionaires to my armour plating, don't wanna risk a scratch on the ol' girl.

Should use dead bodies, about as effective.

Lyzin Locrian wrote:

Private_Joker wrote:

I think he means enlisting some fresh meat for the grinder. I do need to tie some penal legionaires to my armour plating, don't wanna risk a scratch on the ol' girl.

Should use dead bodies, about as effective.

Yes but the living can fire back even if they're tied up

Our residential female sniper JKB... Correct me if its wrong



More characters to follow. Wait out.

Tech Magos Geerian

You forgot JKB's moustache

Just for those who weren't around the first time, the 222nd is an all male regiment JKB stands for Jayne Kate Bob, as in Kate, it's short for Bob.

That is a pretty sweet pic though.

"CadianCommander:You forgot JKB's moustache "


Oh... haha that is a little glitch.


But why does your signature say "Loving HER longlas like no other man...."?

You can see where my misconception came from lol.

Cos the signature is OOC

Haha oh well, I can always make another one.

P.S. Why do we have no females in the regiment?

Because they're a distraction on the battlefield.

P.S. Think you could do one of my characters?

Yeah maybe tommorow mate, its getting a bit late in the night. Also which one and what do you want him to look like?

You can try doing both in the same picture. Stumbo is about 6'3", well tanned, brown hair (combed often), very muscular (imagine a UFC heavyweight), has a well groomed beard, is usually smiling or laughing, uses a lasgun,and is quite attractive. Steele is 5'8", pale, about average build, clean shaven, has plenty of scars, black hair (very short), never smiles, never laughs, often has a knife out.

I more ment added into the story...

As they now come all out of the jungle again, I can introduce them in a proper way, so is easier to use them later on.

Alright feel free to add both of my characters, introduce them in a way that was similar to the way I did.

No problemo.

Feel free to add me as well.

I think I may have already made my treadmarks in your story...

Lyzin Locrian wrote:You can try doing both in the same picture. Stumbo is about 6'3", well tanned, brown hair (combed often), very muscular (imagine a UFC heavyweight), has a well groomed beard, is usually smiling or laughing, uses a lasgun,and is quite attractive. Steele is 5'8", pale, about average build, clean shaven, has plenty of scars, black hair (very short), never smiles, never laughs, often has a knife out.

Challenge Accepted

Steele.



By the way guys thanks for the comments so far, really appreciated.

Stumbo is not so far behind.

As Russki saw the survivors gather around him, he decided to do what he thought would be the most logical solution: Sit behind a desk and pretend as if nothing was wrong.
He looked for one and found it in a crater. That it was broken in half and that there was no chair didn't bother Russki.

Just when he sat on the ground, pretending to be very busy, a large commissar came over and clicked his heels together. "Commissar Kracken is reporting for duty, sir!"
Russki laughed loudly before he gave a serious reply: "Welcome back, my dear commissar, I assume you have heard the news so far?"
-"Yes I have! Congratulations on your promotion! I'll ask the Commissariat to look into your files once more. There probably would be an interesting thing or two in there, no?"
Russki became very pale and hoped that the other hadn't noticed it.

Dammit, had written a lot more in a different tab and then closed it... >.> I'll try to add more tomorrow.

Nice job Joker. Although his neck seems extremly long, I believe that to be a very nice representation of Steele. No rush for Stumbo, I'm sure you'll do just fine. And Loner, don't worry about the tab thing, its happened to me too. Thankfully if you spend a lot of time writing something then you tend to remember it well, so re-writing shouldn't be too hard. Also I noticed that my characters don't actually have any positions yet, should proabably work that out sometime.

Long neck you say... All the better to reach someones throat and tear it out? All my pictures are so disproportioned.

What's everyone's preferred enemy? (I'll use it in the story probably.)

Orks I love killin me some orks.

Hmmm Orks sound good, but Tyrannids make a satisfying crunching sound under my tracks.

Khornate/Slaaneshi guardsmen. It's so funny when they fail to do anything to the tank and then go splat. Nurgle guardwmen make the tank smell bad and are hard to clean off, and Tzeentchians often disappear moments before the satisfying impact.

So far Orks are still in the lead.

Seeing as we're Catachan, I'd have to say Orks, too

Sorry I haven't made the pics, been a bit busy and somewhat lazy. Any suggestions on next project?

Just draw members of the group. Perhaps some in actions photo's.
I'm looking forward to what you make!

Been gone a while, although I see not much has happened in my absence.

When it comes to preferred enemies, Stumbo loves fighting Tyranids, because they make some very impressive trophies, where as Steele really doesn't care who he fights.

And I am also looking forward to what Joker makes.

Stumbo and Steele (re-imagined)

Looks good so far!

As for those of you that are interested, I got a game of 40k coming up tomorrow. If you guys want it, I can keep track of the results and post them here.

Cheers,
Loner

Yes, definitly do that loner, and nice job Joker with those pictures, I must say they look very nice.

Alright then.
No pictures, this time. sorry for that.

Congratulations for taking down a Tyranid Trygon in close combat singlehandedly, commissar Kracken. You might want to learn the other troopers how do such things!

Also good job for the valkyrie [vulture] pilot! Tech Magos "Gear Head" Greerian. You managed to swat away several gaunts that the Tervigon pooped out.

With the combined help of Sergeant Jokerva, you both killed the Tervigon a turn later.

Wait, who took down a Tyranid Trygon?

That would be me, your regimental lord commisar. I would like to lay claim to the head for a trophy. As for the rest well you all can finally set fire to something other then my tent and have a BBQ.

Mmmm... bug barbeque.

Always better then protein mush. (Military food sucks)

Ever seen the canned cheese? You can play hacky sack with that stuff.

You kidding? What do you think I used to kill that trygon?

That would make an epic picture....

How's that drawing coming along?

Wait I was meant to be making a drawing? Uh oh....

I was thinking of making a music video tribute for the 222nd, any recommended songs?

I was working on a Sister's of Battle art tribute with Nymphetimine by Cradle of Filth.

Haha now that I look back at some of those drawings they look pretty lame.

For once more heroicly holding the line by himself, I think we should award Lord Commissar with a special position!

He is now placed in command of a group of whiny schoolkids, I mean conscripts!

(You got quite lucky this game. With the help of your camocloak, it was quite easily to squeeze 40 conscripts upon an objective and keep them there. )

Ha very nice. Luck has nothing to do with it. I just scare the crap out of my enemies that they don't want to touh me. The Emperor Protects.

Or it could be your body odour...

Anyhow, I was thinking of running a list like this for the sheer lulz.

Company Command, 3 sniper rifles, regimental standard, master of ordinance+fleet, camo cloaks - 160 (

Platoon command + 4 flamers - 50

Platoon 1: lascannon, sniper rifle, commissar, vox, power weapon - 125
Platoon 2: lascannon, sniper rifle - 75
Platoon 3: lascannon, sniper rifle - 75

20 Conscripts - 80

TR2: Platoon command + 4 flamers - 50

Platoon 1: Autocannon, plasma, commissar, vox, power weapon, - 125
Platoon 2: Autocannon, plasma - 75
Platoon 3: Autocannon, plasma - 75

Special weapons team with 3 melta - 65

Special weapons team with 3 melta - 65

HWT: 2 missiles, 1 autocannon- 80

HWT: 2 missiles, 1 autocannon - 80

HWT: 2 lascannon, 1 missile - 100

FA1: 10 rough riders with a melta bomb - 110

FA2: 10 rough riders with a melta bomb - 110

I suspect Iorl Marr and Cadian commander will like this list. A lot of Rough Riders and a lot of snipers!

I'm back.


Any position for sergeant? I'd hate to lose my rank from the old 222nd...


also, the Keeper of the regimental Grot. if you guys remember the incident with the Tank and the Mess Tent...

Beyond doubt! Any prefered squad or platoon?

I'm back! I'm back!

Oooh, nice list! There's certainly a place there for me and Apples!

Oh yeah, I was gonna post the aweomesque pic of JKB (Joker, yours is also awesome, though JKB would have you up against the wall for showing him in drag :p ).

It was an honest mistake!

I think the commisar is planning a Sexual harrassment and Equity brief after that little misconception.

Very nice drawing btw.

Nicely done!
Who made that drawing?

Hey guys, I know this is probably not a good thing to do, but i own the original 222nd (they are actually a real tabletop army amounting to about 2250-2300 points)

This is up for sale but i really want those who know of it to take it off my hands, i'll split it up if need be. You can find it here, i know i shoulnd't really advertise here but i on;yt really wanna put it out there for you guys as i they're special to me!

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/391656.page

loner wrote:Beyond doubt! Any prefered squad or platoon?

any unit will do.

@Hlain.

I would, but I think the shipping rates to Nepal are a bit high...

Is this any closer to JKB?

oh dear...

Too life like Loner?

WIthout offending anyone, JKB looks like a butch dyke Catachan. Nice pic but...it looks like a battle bi..I mean sister.

Haha ok then Cadian Commander give me a full description of your character and I shall make him look badass again.


Promise.

Can I be a Guardsman in the Platoon Command Squad?

Depends Shredsmore, how much boot do you like to lick?

I know I sound dumb here, but how do you sign up?

Just supply a name and a preferred position.

I can always use more "volunteers" for my penal legion.

Alright then! I'll be Conlan Riekland, scout sentinel pilot reporting for duty sah!(Also, I speak in a Scottish accent. Y'know, like Sean Connery.)

Welcome pilot. (Private?).

Do you like apples?

Pilot sir! And I just LOVE apples.

Hmm a scottish sentinal pilot... this should be fun to draw!

You love apples, huh? How about you just take this apple here, walk about half a click that-a way and hold it out at arms length, nice and still now......?

Leman Russ Vanquisher Gunner Aston reporting for duty, sir!

Question for you Gunner: Is the Leman Russ you crew a solid and reliable tiger striped Catachan green backbone of the Guard, or is it a memorable and honourable Pink to not hide like a pansy and fly in the face of the enemy in honour of our old tank commander?

Neither, it's a tank!

You mean it's not painted and risks getting infection of rust? Affront to the machine spirit, I say!

CadianCommander wrote:You mean it's not painted and risks getting infection of rust? Affront to the machine spirit, I say!

It's painted, obviously. It's Neon Green with flames on the side and a massive flag! Perfect for jungle fighting!

Now that's better.

Nothing like a pimped up tank to both confuse and terrify your enemy. Also I would like to add that the sentinal cockpit for that scotsman is way too small for him, oh well hahah.

It's also got Nirtous Oxide, an onboard minibar and upgraded skirting!

Damn, that makes me think of a TV show called "Pimp my Russ"

Is it possible to put more than three plasma TV's in a Russ?

Hmmm, wanna trade it in for my Executioner?

NO! I SHALL SMITE THE ENEMEH IN THE NAME OF THE EMPRAH!

Whilst watching the entire 1st season of The Middle on my Blu-Ray player, of course.

Damn.....

Well I call dibs on it when you "accidently" fall from the turret into your moving tracks.

So, wait, since I can't be asked to trawl through 7 pages, has the commander of my tank left? Because if so...

I think this is the second thread/founding of this regiment. The pink vanquisher in question was commanded by someone in the last thread, but I don't think he has rejoined the new one. So I guess it's yours unless the other guy returns. Ask our beloved comrad commisar first though.

OK... If I get control of the tank, I've already thought of the perfect flag...

You know it's strange that we even have tanks in a jungle...

So you won't be going with this then?

I'm afraid not.

Here's my flag!

Wait... what does the sandwich represent?

The essence of survival. And MSG.

My flag says it all:

Say, could we hold a competition to decide the army banner? Don't count my last flag, I'm creating a serious one

Well I guess if you come up with a better one than the one we already have, go for it.

Here's what I just made:

Hmm does look good. But who are the black drakes?

I still kinda like our original one better though.

Hey guys, umm.....check my sig.