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I am not going to be able to post a chapter tonight (then again I might) because I spent from 9:am (time I woke up) to 3:30 pm doing an ungodly amount of math then I had to Correct all my mistakes from 8:00 pm to 10:00 PM

my apologies, I haven't started on it yet.

No problem please take it at your own pace!

also, i don't fight anymore, the warmaster forbids it. i served for 18 years as a commissar attatched to various regiment and have received the honorifica imperialis, for fighting off a horde of heretics in a holy chapel, but lost a leg in the process, so was retired to a desk job..

A CATACHAN AT A DESK JOB!??!? :0

'Desk' i am usually out in the field, observing the battle and directing it

o.k

psst! Russki! Jenkins! Lets throw some water balloons at the marshals bionic leg and see if what happens!

ineptus astartes wrote:all you have to do is request an appearance for your character and I'll add him in (provided his appearance doesn't conflict with purple's story)

I'm the other Jenkins. : P

sure thing what do you want him doing (I may have to refer to you by first name)

Dont forget to add the psyker in somewhere although im not sure how a psyker and catachans would get along.

well, you throw water at my bionic leg and then a bolt pistol goes off through yours.

a trooper tried it once.
He has no legs left.
never mock a one legged man.

ineptus astartes wrote:sure thing what do you want him doing (I may have to refer to you by first name)

An optimist/smartass Catachan with a thick accent, looking out for everyone, but mostly J.P. Jenkins. Because the Jenkinses rule. (First name is Gary)

Edit: I'd like to be in your story too, purplefood, but I think I'm getting greedy : (

BTW does this shift in rank to a more dangerous position come with paper work? please say no.

I will be stabbed by a ork but i don't like writing how he stabbed me and what i did next.

yes. you have to fill out a health and saftey briefing and collect consent forms from all of your squad saying they have permission to go on a trip.

Battles just arn't the same now the ordo hospitilar have taken over and had a 80% budget cut...

Alright then lads; don't get hurt. take that knife out of your trousers, avoid the poison oak, and don't get shot.

And now William Tell reenactments using grapes!

Because paper work is only fun on my terms.

Goddard wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:sure thing what do you want him doing (I may have to refer to you by first name)

An optimist/smartass Catachan with a thick accent, looking out for everyone, but mostly J.P. Jenkins. Because the Jenkinses rule. (First name is Gary)

Edit: I'd like to be in your story too, purplefood, but I think I'm getting greedy : (

I choose people at random...
If you're in a squad that i think is in the right place then you get to be in the story.

JUst an extra note from me- on purples fluff, can people please stop asking him
a/ will i be in it (you wil get a special mention if he deems it neccasary or if you do something in a real battle well)
b/when it will be ready

these are now court martialled offences.

Ok... I have bit more on Sigmund's experience...

Going to post it here if you want to dump it... go ahead...


Also here is a pic of a mini I would think Sigmund looks like... just needs to be Catachanified

The sounds of the las-fire on the range retreated as Sigmund weaved his way down the service tunnels on the way to the vehicle bays… it was quiet here, well almost quiet only the odd whisper of the ships machine spirit and the distant echo’s from more populated areas of the ship penetrated these all but abandoned corridors. He liked to come here in his off time because, just like the great jungles of home, he could alone here, the only interruptions coming from the odd servitor on some mindless errand… Why he had signed up again after being discharged with honours from the 151st Mech brigade he still couldn’t quite figure out…
He had been home a month when he saw the recruiting casts… Home? Strange that… he had spent every waking moment of his last 30 years griping and hoping and praying to get home and then when he finally got there he felt… alien. Out of place… all his friends gone, either posted feth knew where in another of the proud regiments or dead… only the young, and the very old left.
Buggrit if he was going to put his feet up and spend what was left of his life regaling everyone who would listen about what “When I was in the Guard...”
That left the young, hopeful, bragging hordes that would do anything to hear just that… and then run off tell everyone what a hero they were going to be… and that they will never come back looking like some Mad doc’s failed experiment with a stare that scared away the wildlife.
Yup glory and honour to the Emperor… The Guard you will make you a true man!
So Sigmund found he was drawn back the same place he had been trying to survive and get out of for 30 years… Hanging around the dives the off duty Guards went to, gone where the yearnings for the smell of Jungle; the sight of the morning mist burning off the canopy and the sounds of the screams of the myriad predators as they searched for their first meal of the day… he yearned for the stink of the Troop barges; the sting of home brewed ‘sac and the sight of the Warp as the Great Ships slid through to the Emperor knew where…
He turned off the tunnel heading for a view port… mebbe he could get Wolfhead to get some more brew… good kid that… hope he doesn’t die too soon.

Hey folks sorry about the shortness another ing long math day

My muse wouldn't sit still for not updating when I hadn't yesterday

so here it is.
tell me wat you think

(I could use reinforcement, [positive or negative] to get this writers block off my chest)








As Russki pulled Jenkins up, Nate walked over to Bex, who by now had loaded his autogun.

“What’s going on?” said Nate worriedly.

Bex checked the load and pulled back the slide before replying ,“Orks.”

“Oh feth!” screamed Russki staring at his lasgun’s power pack

“What?” inquired Nate.

Russki grimaced “Out of charge”

Bex handed the autogun to Russki. “Here”

“Thanks.”

Bex merely nodded and reaching behind his back, pulled out a massive knife twice as long as a catachan fang.

“What is that?” asked Jenkins

Bex Grinned “kukri.”

They managed to get to the armory with out any mishaps, aside from Jenkins tripping over a servitor.

When they got there they immediately began searching for weapons.

Nate found a heavy stubber and two ammo drums. Russki happily picked up a shotgun and a bag of grenades to compliment his auto-rifle. And bex settled for a big-caliber revolver to work in tandem with the kukuri.

Jenkins on the other hand came out with at least half a dozen weapons across his back, and a boltgun cradled in both arms. These combined with the most gak-eatingest grin Nate had ever seen made Jenkins look like a loony-bin escapee gone bad.

“You know…” remarked Nate “you’ll probably cause more damage to the ship, than any orks we come across?”

Jenkins grin turned evil “Yeah! Yeah! Ready to cause some collateral damage! Oorah!

“Oo-rah.” replied Nate slowly.







So... how was that?







the emperor protects... but it does no harm to double check

I love your stories ineptus they are fantastic, hence on the front page!

thanks!

Unauthorised access to the munitorum without permission from an officer is widely considered grounds for a court martial.

Would be far wiser to claim that you "inherited" them, should inquisitors begin poking around. They generally won't be as appreciative that you were using them to defend our ship as a member of the Commissariat would be.

i'm willing to let it slide,tell them i had given permission and i will deal with the inquisitors... it's not jjst commissars who have problems in catachan regiments.

Ooh, it would be interesting to see just how long those Ordos prettyboys would last in a true Catachan encampment. I bet they'd be here thirty seconds before they ++TRANSMISSION REDACTED ON BEHALF OF THE ORDOS HERETICUS++

166-commander Arkanian:
you may have lost a leg sir, but your always welcome aboard the bell sir! I can personally assure you that the bell is the best command post you will ever ride in!

127 commander Arkanian:
that would be 127 as it were: kinda hard to spell stuff when I was never thought as a wee little lad. Daddy always said I shouldn't learn to spell things if its something I couldn't kill.

We would probably have several nifty hats up for grabs if some Inquisitors came knocking about the regiment.

Thank you arkanian! it tends to be a good tank, i love the old executioner patterns!

i also like how the goal of our regiment appears to be the aquisitiion of hats

Thank you arkanian! it tends to be a good tank, i love the old executioner patterns!

i also like how the goal of our regiment appears to be the aquisitiion of hats

...any feedback on Sigmunds story?

Tankers can write now?