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Darkvoidof40k wrote:

lord commissar klimino wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

lord commissar klimino wrote:(awww....mean you took us from are new HQ....and are new food supply...lol,we did mess up,big time. in a week mark is gonna flip )

OUR. OUR. OUR. OUR. OUR. OUR. OUR. OUR.

I demand you learn it.

no. i demand you learn to be a little more human and a little less grammar nazi cat god of off topic.

On Dakka, I am as I please.

In real life I'm a totally different person. Until then, I persecute people who offend my grammatically perfectionist nature. -cracks cyber whip-

OOC: You remember that thing about no off topic spamming in this thread? It still stands...

You remember that thing about me being disappoint if this thread gets locked? That still stands too...

OK, new RP up in my last post .

Mkarth was inspecting the line when he found his sergeants staring at something in the distance intently.

"Hey boys, watcha watchin?" He asked. He got no answer. He waved his hand in front of their faces but to no avail. Slowly he followed their line of gaze until he saw the TV and he gasped loudly.

Mkarth made a mad sprint for the TV remote, he leapt on top of it and stomped on the power button, turning it off. Yarrick and some Armageddoners were there, everyone began shouting at Mkarth to turn the TV back on.

"Are you lot mad?!" He shouted and hopped down to adress Yarrick.

"The inquisition is snooping around here, you want your men to get shot for taking part in a Slaaneshi ritual be my fethin guest, but leave my men out of it." He growled angrily. Mkarth then climbed down the couch and went to go check on his scouts who were watching the outward looking portholes intently.

"What's the news you lot?" Mkarth asked. Mktayl turned to him and reported.

"Lots of stuff, sir. We've seen lots of wildlife, a lot bigger than the other hive, must be mutated, then there's the orks, they've been doing a real number on the local animals. Then there's that." He said pointing to the Iron Warrior fortress.

"What the feth?" Mkarth asked. "This just keeps getting better. Alright, keep me advised, I'm going to go see how the construction of the barracks and infirmary is going."

Mkarth climbed back down and went under the couches where the Tanith and Armageddon had set up buildings and defensive lines. Everything looked good so he went to go find a bonfire with some sacra and Milo's pipes...

(OOC) Sorry I'm leaving the RP, just not working out

Galgotah crawled up to the window. The tanith had probably seen Urbs of Nox Noctis their new spire-fort. And the iron warriors had been ordered to cause some havok. They had repainted their armor in the World Bearers color scheme and were preparing for battle. “Mount up!” cam the cry. The iron warriors loaded a pair of tactical squads into two thunderhawks left behind by the small group of recently slaughtered howling griffons group. Only 10 howling griffons were in that group. And they had been searching the jungles at night when they were butchered and their armor and weapons stolen.the Terminator whispered into his vox-link

“Fire.”

With that. The earthshaker cannons fixed on the spire’s top launched their mass-reactive payloads at the windows. Shattering the glass and then sending shells screaming through the broken window. Blasting apart fortifications and toppling a stack of books that had been serving as the commanders TV seat. Sending yarrick and Mkarth flying off of the couch. The Iron warriors needed that room. And they would have it. “FLY!” screamed Galgoltah at the top of his three lungs. And the thunderhawks zoomed in. carrying the tactical squads, the land raider, the predator and the two rhino tanks.

Galgoltah himself teleported into the confusion.

Marduk cursed as he watched a WORD BEARER group attack the imperials. They weren`t his, but they were chaos none the less. Marduk watched as his super tank, The Essence of Chaos, powered up. The main cannon still didnt work, but the two secondary vulcan super cannons were up and running. They alone could shred through any space marine. It also had 6 assualt cannons for point defences, and a few marine operated heavy bolter nests. It was a behemoth, but the titan plasma core allowed it to move as fast as a chimera. It spead over to the breached and started open firing on the fake WORD BEARERS. A thunderhawk`s engine was destroyed by the fire and it crashed in the room. The tank backed up and headed towards the front door, which it shredded the wire screen to get in. It rolled up to the TV room, his scouts had called it, and Marduk stepped out of the command area onto the one balcony and hailed the guards at the door, before they could fire. "Those aren`t Word Bearers imperials, they are imposters", Marduk said as the loaded land raiders with the Annoited rolled down the ramp to help the imperials.

Mkarth and hte scouts are thrown off their feet at the sudden attack but quickly get back onto their feet as the fire starts spewing and suddenly one of the thunderhawks is shot down, crashing into the TV stand. Mkarth finds himself under the couch where his men are now taking cover. His sergeants crawl up to him and as k him for orders as the real Word Bearers arrive.

"Holy feth...that thing is bigger than I remember it..." Mkarth Moans and waves his men back. "There's too many, let Atlas and his boys deal with these wannabes, either find somewhere to hunker down or find something big and shoot it!"

Mkarth's orders begin to go around and the Tanith and Armageddoners eventually get out of the lines of fire, behind cover, in bunkers under the couch or other furniture. and man any heavy weapon they can find. As the chaos battle rages, Mkarth orders the bunkers to be sealed. The guardsmen shove giant rigged sliding doors of cardboard and wood in front of the crevices at the bottom of the couch bunkers, narrowing the entrances so that the heavy weapons can easily fire outwards but not a lot of fire can come in. His men take firing positions behind sandbags and other barricades.

"Now, lets see Atlas and his boys get through that." Mkarth said smugly, taking his own position.

Mark had been happily dreaming about a mini-free life. But when the sound of a supertank smashing through his door woke him up, he swore, and grabbed his nail gun.

Storming downstairs he gaped at the sight. Tanith were fighting WORD BEARERS, word bearers were fighting tanith and word bearers were fighting each other as well. The screen door was busted and orks were streaming in out of the night. While his entire ground floor had fallen into chaos. Literally.
Mark forcibly picked up the mega tank and shoed the thing outside. It was not helping that the battle had spread to the outside. it was raining torrentially, and the ‘moat’ was a rushing river of water. Several minis were being battered around or attempting to stay afloat.

A land raider plowed over the river only to be sucked in and pulled under. Raising his nailgun, Mark fired as fast as he could into the melee. The already loud shots from it, sounding like basilisk cannons. One shot hit a chaos rhino and flipped it into a burning hydra, whereby they both exploded and sent liquid fire everywhere.
Mark nailed a bloodthirster to the wall by its head before shouting “STOP THIS gak RIGHT fething NOWWWWW!!!!”

Mkarth opens one of the sliding doors ever so slightly so he can poke his head out.

"Is it safe to come out yet?" He asks.

The scene of carnage greets him as fire continues to criss cross the area, things explode and catch fire, all while the Titan stomps and shoots a massive railgun into the chaos midst and generally feths things up. All the while, minis are running in and out of the door, getting thrown out into the storm and generally causing more havoc.

"Guess not." Mkarth says shutting the door again and ordering them to be barricaded further.

"How is it out there sir?" One of his scouts asks in the darkness of the bunker.

"Worse than it was a minute ago, everyone just stay under here and don't move until this gak blows over unless you wanna be stripped again."

All the Tanith nod and go back to hiding under their cloaks and staying quiet.

anyone going to RP? because I have been thinking I need at least two posts to go before I RP,

"Fethin' hell! Get back! Reform formation!" Yarrick yelled over the gunfire. The Armageddoners quickly retreated and presented a wall of guns to the approaching Word Bearers.
"Sir, it appears they've brought reinforcements," a sergeant told Yarrick as the real Word Bearers approached.
"Set Artillery Group 3 to pin them down while 2nd Platoon holds them in place. Set Deathstrike to their co-ordinates and blow the lot of 'em sky high." the Sergeant grunted in agreement and voxed commands.
Meanwhile, the other Word Bearer battlegroup was storming through the defenses with ease. Casualties inflicted upon the Armageddon/Tanith forces were horrendous. Within minutes the Word Bearers were within metres of the remote. Golgotah himself strolled towards the holy container, as if to rip it open.
"YOU STAY BACK FROM MY FETHING REMOTE, SCUM!" Yarrick screamed, before punching him in the face with his Power Klaw. The two leaders began duelling, as the second Word Bearer force approached from behind. The Deathstrike had malfunctioned and failed to fire. However, even as the Armageddoners were retreating, the force began firing-and cut down their comrades from the first wave. The Guard began cheering at this unexpected ally, unaware of why they were assisting them but joyful all the same.

Just as the fight was being won, Mark burst in with a nailgun. Defender and attackers alike were slaughtered by the hail of giant missiles, solid metal constructs the size of a man. The first wave of Word Bearers retreated out of the room, rushing through Mark's legs, while the other groups ran for cover. Once all of the were safely underneath the couch-or dead-Mark grunted in satisfaction and left. A bloodied Yarrick strolled fowards, a grim look on his face.
"I have failed the Emporer." he said. "They have taken the remote."

Marduk cursed. At least it was only a rhino, and not the super tank. The tank was rolling out. The iron warriors, Marduk had found them to be, were being slaughtered now that they were cornered. Marduk laughed as he rammed his Dark crozius into a iron warrior terminator`s head. The helmet crumpled and the terminator died instantly. Burias-Drak`shal was feeding on the inerds of a dead terminator champion. Kol-Badar was slaughtering normal power armored marines with ease, alongside his reaper autocannon totin brother. Suddenly there was no more iron warriors. They had fled. Marduk laughed as he went around and pushed the guardsmen around so he could get his CSM to pick up the armor and weapons for themselves. Marduk`s force needed it, having spent alot on the arachnid mutants, the size of rhinos. Suddenly Mkarth walked up and hailed Marduk.

Mark walked out into the post-battle storm. Where orks where looting the corpse outside and the wounded were drowning in the flooding yard as they were battered by rain.

There was a flash. And mark was knocked into the yard and the foliage. The Iron Warriors had fired upon him! He pawed in the dark for a heavy object until his hands found a soaked brick. Hefting it, he flung it as hard as he could toward the fortress. It smashed into the tin structure, and by some miracle, hit the promethium stores, the flammable liquid poured down the stairs and halls of the miniature spire, until it reached the ground floor where the traitors had set up a small bonfire to sacrifice their prisoners. With an earth-shattering blast, the fortress’s bottom half combusted. Sending flames shooting out of the windows. And setting any marines inside alight.

“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” came the enraged scream of the iron warriors warband leader from behind him. A trio of thunderhawks were speeding towards him. He panicked and raised his nail-gun. But the Iron Warriors were smart enough to turn their craft up. And make for the roof.

A thoroughly sopping Mark trudged inside and checked the time. 3:00 in the morning. Grumbling, he walked into the kitchen. And sized some pancake mix and a packet of links from the fridge. Muttering about ‘inept metalphilliacs’ he opened the packet and sticking the links on a toasting fork, held them over a Markite Cultists stolen hellhound, who promptly cooked the breakfast meat.

Marduk laughed as he watched the accursed iron warriors fortress explode, but three thunderhawks had escaped. Marduk wanted them, but first things first he thought, more looting. Marduks force went to the now ruined fortress and went around hunting the iron warrior stragglers, and for anything useful. They had managed to salvaged enough armor to upgrade a few squads for extra armor, and had secured some iron warrior weapons, along with an Iron priest, who swore his alliegance to the Word Bearers. The weapons consisted of upgraded heavy bolters and autocannons, designed to fire faster. Marduk liked that, more bullets to fling at those insects. They didnt go down easily. The super tank was a bit scarred from a group of terminators and a dreadnoughts retaliation. They had damaged one of the tracks. That would take a while to fix, but with another dark mechanicus follower it would take less time. The loot they had secured was just enough to prevent having to go to the bitz box other than for ammo, which they would have to do.

ahhh the ammo problem no matter you can always order more bitz (Trollpie. Marks credit card is next to his upstairs computer and he was conveniently looking at forgeworld a few munits ago)

and a veen cooler name for the Dark Mechanicus is my preferred 'Technomancers'

I like the Dark mechanicus sound better. I`m not bringing the dead to the machine, I`m bringing the infernal immortals to the machine.

hmmm...that made me think...it the necrons are undead machines then technically they are just broken robots...whats scary about that?


anyways. back on topic

I'm sorry, but honestly, there's no way I can post without Draigo going on a zealous purging of the heretical and shoving the Titansword up Marduk's ass.

oh feel free to have your character attempt that.

"Heretic! Remove they amor and assume the position!"

ineptus astartes wrote:oh feel free to have your character attempt that.

"Heretic! Remove they amor and assume the position!"

I get my chainsword out for that business.

This just gets worse.

Anyway, what would actually happen in a PvP situation? I'm guessing you'd event it and screw the guy who started the fight, because that's the trend so far for this game.

actually in a proper PVP I would use...THE DICE!!! (cue scream)

ineptus astartes wrote:actually in a proper PVP I would use...THE DICE!!! (cue scream)

You mean.. fight it out as if it was between the characters using game rules?

Yes, things seem to be looking up for my heretic-hunting-Grey-Knight-Supreme-Grand-Master.

yes. but with some 'offset' modifiers that are created judging on personality.

ineptus astartes wrote:yes. but with some 'offset' modifiers that are created judging on personality.

Congratulations on 3k. But soon I shall have amassed 7000 life-wasting points here on this fine website, and you shall be able to do nought but grovel in my immense nerd persona. Mwaha. Mwahahahaha.

Bad joke is bad.

Hrrrmph. I'll see about posting something.. some time.. eventually.

quoted.

OOC: Good for you Dark, as for me, cya!

Mkarth and the other Tanith waited for the noise to die down before coming out of hiding, they looked at the devastation around them warily, hoping the fight was over for now.

"Where did the scouts get to?" He asked looking around.

"Over here sir." They called from out beside the couch. "We kinda got caught up in the scrum and, well, we managed to snag this when those chaos guys started fighting each other."

The scouts carried with them the remote to the TV and hauled it over to where the Tanith were.

"What should we do with it?" Blane asked.

"I know who'll want it." Mkarth said and had the remote hauled over to where the Armageddoners were, Mkarth marched up to Yarrick and presented the remote.

"Consider it a parting gift, its too noisy around these parts for my liking and I want to get out of here before those astartes get back and shove us at Atlas and his boys." Mkarth said and saluted. "Emperor be with you and your lads." Mkarth said as he walked away.

Mkarth marched back to his men who were packing up and preparing to move out . His vox officer got his attention.

"Sir, got a weak transmission from those British guys, they say them and the Americans have made a camp in the upper part of the hive."

Mkarth thought for a moment. "Ask them if they'd be willing to have us as reinforcements and see if they'll give us a ride." He said. A few moments and some conversation via vox later, his vox officer came back.

"The pilot I got a hold of said you'd have to take that up with his commander but he says he can give us a ride if we meet him at the bottom of the staircase."

Mkarth nodded and turned to hims assembled company. "Guns to the front, lets move out!" He ordered. The Tanith moved off and came to the staircase where they rode to their destination via helicopter. They finally arrived at the game room where the miniature modern soldiers had made their camp. The Tanith were allowed to make their own camp next to the other camp as long as they kept out of trouble. Something that Captain Mkarth guaranteed.

"What now, sir?" Fols asked. Mkarth made a hand gesture to encompass the camp.

"Get the lads to start setting everything up and lets get some patrols on the perimeter. I don't want any surprises this time."

ineptus astartes wrote:quoted.

Someone should write a book, inclusive only of everything I've ever said. It would be epic.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:quoted.

Someone should write a book, inclusive only of everything I've ever said. It would be epic.

They have.
Most of it's right here, Darko. Not as if us nerds say much outside Dakka.

Oh damn! Mods!
*Whistles casually as a mod walks past* Nothing off topic here, no sir...

Kiku Sat up on high cross legged on top of the Pict-box, she watched Mkarth and the other Tanith waiting for the noise to die down and then emerging slowly out from under the couch. Listening in to there conversation between the tanith and the scouts which had almost appeared from no-where. She continued gazing down at them alll with her piercing eyes as the scouts carried an unusual looking object coated in small protrusions and the word 'Remote' Inscribed on the bottom of the relic. She stared down in bemusement as the Tanith soldiers hauled the relic machine over to Commissar Yarrick. "An offering?" she muttered to herself as she tilted her head slightly in confused wonderment. Her golder hair flowed down over her shoulder pad like a fountain.

Mkarth walked away. He marched back to his men, who were packing up and preparing to move out . His vox officer got his attention. "Sir, got a weak transmission from those British guys, they say them and the Americans have made a camp in the upper part of the hive," the soldier announced, completely oblivious that they were being watched constantly.

Mkarth seemed to think for a moment, choosing his words carefully and then he finally said, "Ask them if they'd be willing to have us as reinforcements and see if they'll give us a ride." A few moments after some animated conversation via vox, his vox officer came back.

"The pilot I got a hold of said you'd have to take that up with his commander, but he says he can give us a ride if we meet him at the bottom of the staircase." Kiku heard there plans and continued to watch, as they began to move away she stood, streched out her pearly wings and re-holstered her sword. With a flick of her hand her hair swept back in an arching flow she stepped forward off the Pict-box and swooped down towards the Tanith. She remained out of sight not wanting her presence to be known just yet. From down on the floor she cntinued to listen.

Mkarth nodded and turned to his assembled company. "Guns to the front, lets move out!" He bellowed in an authorative voice. The Tanith moved off and came to the staircase all the while being followed by the Angelic form of Saint Heldrin. When they reached the foot of the stairs the soldiers all climbed aboard their ride and took flight to their destination via helicopter. Kiku follwed silently on her wings, gliding through the air behind their air transport. They all finally arrived at the game room where the miniature modern soldiers had made their camp. The Tanith were allowed to make their own camp next to the other camp as long as they kept out of trouble. Something that Captain Mkarth guaranteed. Kiku smiled at this promise and had to refrain from letting out a giggle. Staying out of trouble seemed like all the tanith had done since she had follewed them. However she could feel an atmosphere of foreboding resting over the camp as the Tanith soldiers set up their tents and equipment.

She desided that, sooner or later it would be a good idea to offer her assistance to this band of misfits. Walking unseen into the camp of the Tanith she perched herself upon a tipped over ammo crate which was empty it seems. Hoping up onto the metal box, she crossed her legs, folded her wings and sat down. With a cough and sudden reappearance, she revealed her presence to the Tanith along with the modern soldier, who seemed to gaze upon her from behind, with confusion and surprise. They had never seen a Living Saint before and so it seemed, due to a few similar gawping stares, had some of the Tanith. New to the concept she smiled a charming grin and tilted her head again. Placing her hands down onto the surface of the crate.

*Reads past few comments* I`ll just say I`m one of the lowest post numbers here. Meaning I have a life. Or rather found this site only a half year ago. Anyhoo

IC: Marduk watches as the plasma blastcannon turret is placed on top of the tank. Darioq alongside the iron priest slowly aline the housing so it turns without flaw. About ten minutes later and the whole turret was attached to the command controls. Marduk watches as the main cannon charges up and fires. Suddenly a glob of plasma shoots out and hits some brick targets. A huge rumble is felt as the recoil is felt then a flash, and the bricks disappeared. The plasma exploded violently then only ash was left of the brick. Marduk starts laughing maniacly. No one would oppose him now.

yeroc500 wrote:*Reads past few comments* I`ll just say I`m one of the lowest post numbers here. Meaning I have a life. Or rather found this site only a half year ago. Anyhoo

Many would say I don't post enough.

you don't. (I put up my webcomic on dakka fiction, they are not the same as the test ones, check it out!)

Well where`d everyone go?

yeroc500 wrote:Well where`d everyone go?

Was waiting for others to post stuff...to be honest, kinda lost interest...

it seems to have died off...

ineptus astartes wrote:it seems to have died off...

im locked in your car,so dont look at me...

((I was waiting for the Tanith soldiers to react to my sudden appearance in front of them :S))

yeah, I am waiting too.

Sister of Krieg wrote:((I was waiting for the Tanith soldiers to react to my sudden appearance in front of them :S))

Again, was hoping others would post their stuff, didn't want this turning into an RP where me and two other people were posting only...

yeah. but really it was only you, me, LCK, Trollpie, Yeroc and Darko, after Kasrkai left.

ineptus astartes wrote:yeah. but really it was only you, me, LCK, Trollpie, Yeroc and Darko, after Kasrkai left.

I gave up, remember?

All because of one who shall not be named.

oh. yeah hiem

Nobody needs to lose sleep over this RP, it was purely comic relief, if it dies, I won't be devastated...

yeah...

WARORK93 wrote:dies

I'll get the spade.