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are you suggesting my horribly mutilated, sick mind is a can of worms you DONT want to anylise?

Or something like that

Name - Nikev Sism
Rank - Fire-team Sargent
Loud out- The usual Guard Squad load out. Las-guns, knife, pistol, grenades, and some crap armor.
Bio - Nikev was recruited from the Nucian Narons, a regiment from the world of Nucia. Nikev is a proud sergant that stops at nothing to get the job done. He is very understanding and knows between what is right and wrong.


OOC: Okay, so Dark, My Bio epically sucks...but hey, just tell me if this is cool and I'll just start with a story.....otherwise tell me and I'll edit it to something more......tasteful.

GOINGTOSCHOOLCAN'TREADANYOFYOURPOSTSBEBACKSOONOHCRAPGOTARTTODAYSADFACE. OOC.

kay, lets move this RP forward a few days. We'll just say we all sat around and waited for a new lead on the Assassin - this new thread takes precedence, rogue psyker assassins aren't too common or helpful, you see

Fine, i feel inclined to post something, just to sate your urges for assassin based anarchy. New target: The planetry governer. Oh thats right. You HAVE been warned.

Well, you ARE an ass-ass-in.

Effilion crouched in the pouring rain. He had been tracking his prey for several days, through the streets, and over the rooftops. The Planetary governor was responsible for shady dealings, and it seemed he was a latent psyker. The assassin had spent a long time mapping out the mans daily routine, and was capable of striking the man down whenever he felt the need. But he was going to wait. Give the imperium that had taken so much a chance to save one of their own. But if they were going to stop him, they were going to have to work fast. The clock was already ticking, and the first of his trail of breadcrumbs was rotting away on the space station still….

C arter wandered down an alley absently, kicking a bit of loose trash out of the way. He respected the inquisitor, but he sometimes wished he wasn’t so brutal. The mans interrogation methods….they left little to be desired. It was then he noticed the smell. It was a cloying disgusting scent that made him feel queasy. And it was originating from a nearby dustbin. Approaching it carefully, lasgun raised, he prepared himself for the worse. He removed the lid, with one unshaking hand, and rammed the butt of his gun down into the confines of the bin. A wave of stench slammed into him like a brick wall, and he staggered back in shock. A swarm of flies exploded out of the metal confines, and landed over Carter’s face, feeding on the sweat on his brow, and nestling within his nose and mouth. He screamed, and staggered back, before firing blindly into the swarming insects. The fire roused the nearby inquisitor who raced to his scene, the heavy set marine crashing along in tow. They skidded round the corner and found the guardsmen clawing at his face, trying to remove the bugs.
Marco took stock of the situation for but a second, before he released a pulse of energy through the alley. The flies dropped from the sky, and began to smoke. Carter had his head between his knees, and was breathing heavily. Marco attempted to calm the man, by patting his shoulder reassuringly. “What…..were….they….”
Marco looked grave. “Warp Flies. Where did you find them?”
The guardsmen shakily pointed over at the bin, before vomiting on the floor.
As marco approached the now forboading looking bin, Haxion laid a heavy hand on the shaking guardsmen.
“Do not feel weak; the foul denizens of the warp have this effect on the best of us.”
Marco had put his hands into the bin, and pulled out the remains of someone’s skin. Cut into it, was a rough outline of the stations layout, with a small x cut into a certain point
“A clue, perhaps. I think our assassin friend is toying with us….”

Hmph. Think you could edit a picture of the station in paint and mark the X? That'd be helpful.

Good to have you posting again, Ghosty

Nikev had been training for a few days with his squad. He wanted to be sharp when the time came. He knew that he and his squad would not fail the Inquisitor.

After finishing their training, Nikev thought it would be good to go out on the station with the men and have a drink for a change. He thought it would be good for a change to get out and see some of this station that he was at.

OOC: yea.....so far I don't know much so this is the most I can safely post.

OOC: i was kinda leaving that to you - you decide where to go next

OOC: lol okay, well I wasn't really tracking you at the moment.....as I just now entered my character. but yes, I will have something at this place I'm going to go to and I will find something that will make me go on your trail.....although, I don't know if the Inquisitor has EVERY available body on this man hunt....cause if so, I'll have to follow suit and go on the hunt.

"You've been called to serve, private."
Jervold instantly knew something bad was going down. Normally, the Sarge would still be purple with rage about the earlier incident. He wasn't. If anything, he was paler than usual.
"You're to be sent up to the station. Get your kit, you'll be under the supervision of higher power than mine."
"Sarge, wh-"
"JUST DO IT!"
About fifteen minutes later, Jervold was on a dropship headed for the space station. Lord Percival slipped out of his pocket, and, seeing the Sarge wasn't around anymore, looked up at him.
"What the devil was that all about, lad?"
"We have to go find a guy called Heron and listen to his orders now. Dunno why, Sarge wouldn't tell me."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Outside, the space station loomed closer and closer.

Nikev walked out of his bunk with his squad after cleaning up from the training. "So, where are we headed?" Nikev asked his fellow squad leader Daquire. "Well, I hear there is a nice bar called Pheser's Fazers. Its never too crowded and the guy definitely doesn't water down the drinks like these other places. But its closer to the slums so not many of the average drinker wouldn't risk going there, not even for a good drink." As they walked out of the military zone, there were stands lining the corridors filled with trinkets, useless items, and cheaply made things. As they shifted through the stalls a man running as fast as he possibly could, running from some atrocity, Smashed into Nikev knocking it over. As Nikev fell, he threw the man off of him and the man tumbled knocking into some more people. "THANK THE EMPEROR! THE GUARD!" the man said as he ran up to Daquire. "Woah now buddy, we aren't the PDF." "But you must help!" The man implied "There was a man who made this other man eat his hands and then some creature skinned him alive! ALIVE! It was horrible! Nobody will believe me! Please tell me you believe me!" the man was on his knees pleading for Daquire's interest in the matter. Daquire looked over at Nikev "I think we best go get our ge-" "No!" the man interrupted "There is not time! You must hurry!" with that the man began to run away from the Guardsmen. "Well" Nikev said looking at Daquire "all I have is a laspistol and knife" "Same here" replied Daquire "after you". Nikev flicked him a quick smile after running after the man.


Blending in nearby, Jason Tarkis heard everything. This may actually sound like it could be fun. Something to do at least. Jason thought to himself as he took off after the trio.

Double post my bad.


this kids a newbfag


whats your problem douchbag

your the a$$ F---ing cigarette


your a ......okay.......I just dropped my cup of water on the flame war ^.^



its says cigarette where it should say cigarette




IT DID IT AGAIN!!!!!!!


Sorry........*ahem* -composes self- ANYway

@NIkev

LOLwut


Anyways, this "manhunt" has only just been issued. And it isn't a man hunt. The Inquisitor just told some Arbites to tell some other dude to tell all the arbites to double patrols and report anything at all strange, but if they did find what the Inquisitor was looking for, then they would probably all be dead
And the planets sole IG regiment and PDF are one and the same. Small world we live in

@Ghosty. Alright then! Soon as a get home. And how could you let spook get eated by zombs? :sadface:

OOC: you were dead weight mate, and someone had expressed the urge to shoot you. Feel good that they got their comupence either way, getting bundled by a couple hundred zombies....

But who'd want to shoot Spook? He hadn't developed a personality yet! I wonder what you guys did with him anyways.

Ah well, I appreciate you guys keeping him alive awhile, and as long as everyone else dies as well, Spook is happy

NOW back to the RP.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:@NIkev

LOLwut

It started as the Flame War from College Humor but instead of saying (fa-g) like its supposed to it said cigarette :3


WHat is this Spook you speak of? are you talking about the assasain?

No, he was my character that I did IC for about...two posts oh wait

Anyways, ass-ass-in* (g7@Mm3r N@z1!)

ah........ok

Yes, that's right. Your worst fears have been confirmed: I'm back to my normal spaztarded self.

lol.

Commissar NIkev wrote:lol.

One point to NIkev for answering the question correctly.

ALright fellas. I can't post two story posts....someone else has to add to the story before I can continue.

Well, I just got out of hospitol after an overnight stay (almost 24hours) like 20 minutes ago or something.. so I'm just getting my head together.

Woah 20 minutes? Musta been an hour ago or so now.. head's a bit messed up ATM

Awe dude what happened....and jsyk overnight would be about 9 hours, if you stayed 24 you meant staying an entire day.

he said he felt abit rough the last couple of days. Flu was it? or summit worse?

a virus he told me. but I don't know if he'd want me to tell anything else so I'll leave that info for him to tell anyone.