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I may do some RP soon but because the bording phase has not begun yet I am stuck for ideas

The ship rocked and shook as blast wave from the shell hit Marcus' ship that he was waiting on. Within seconds the corridors were filled with imperial navy personnel. Klaxons were blaring, bells were ringing; a group of men equipped for fire fighting ran quickly past in the direction of one of the fighter or bomber decks. Smaller impacts continued to shake the ship, Marcus pushed his way through the crowd towards his room trying to keep upright. Once he reached it he found Robur and another man dressed in the uniform of an engineering sergeant waiting for him. There was no one else in the room. Impacts still shook the ship.

"Enlighten me." Marcus sighed as he sat into an armchair.

"A shell recently struck the Capitol ship Venator, a super high caliber shell demolished it's superstructure and the ship was annihilated as the reactors went critical." Robur started.

"These impacts we're feeling are from parts of the ship and also lance fire from multiple lance batteries based on the hulk, about here" The sergeant put a data slate on the table pointing to a small red dot on a zoomed in picture of the hulk. "Sensors indicated that a section of shield in this sector has been weakened by an unknown force. If a landing force broke through here they could fight their way up and knock out those lance's."

"Interesting, Robur, find a..." Marcus stopped for a second to can the data slate, "Lieutenant Charkos; I've heard the name before and if I'm correct I'll need this man's particular skill's."

"Inquisitor, Lieutenant Charkos platoon is due to depart for the hulk any second know, is it wise to pull him out right before a drop?" Robur asked deftly.

"If he is unavailable get a vox link to him, use a secure channel"

"Certainly Inquisitor" and with that Robur left leaving the sergeant alone.

"Anything else?" Marcus asked testily. He knew he would have a ton of paper work to do...

"Inquisitor, your plan to enter the hulk via Avus Lighters is not going to work." The sergeant started bluntly. Marcus smiled, few people were this blunt to an inquisitor, it was nice to know the men he had already chosen had some confidence. The sergeant seemed to be waiting for the inquisitor to say something, after an awkward moment Marcus made a 'go on...' motion with his hand. "Well, for started their hanger was hit pretty hard, secondly, if you think those small craft will have any chance against the amount of fire coming at us then you're frankly insane, and finally you're going to need a lot more support than 10 men to take on this hulk." The sergeant stood stiffly. No change in posture.

Marcus chuckled to himself. "It's nice to know I have men with strong views, I'll see if I can obtain alternate transport..."

"Thanks you Inquisitor", the sergeant saluted and turned to leave.

"Oh and sergeant, your name?"

"Domini, Inquisitor; Sergeant Kyrus Domini."


Ooc: don;t worry about us waiting dark, I've recently been buried under work and I know it isn't a nice feeling to have when you have deadlines coming up and still a ton of work to do.

I'll be adding my RP tonight.

Can we board now?

@wizard: I'll rp a piece first thing tomorrow after school. I gotta go to sleep now. -_-

Zariel ran down the corridor at top speed, his whirring chainaxe clenched tightly in his massive fist. The rest of the Berserker squad ran in loose formation behind the massive Skulltaker, their vox units alive with chanted prayers to Khorne as they rushed to the slaughter. Several hours ago, the group had received a transmission informing them of Ork activity in the lower levels. The Sons of Khorne were all too eager to test themselves ini battle against the green brutes. As the rusted door whooshed open with a clang, the squad entered a massive, deserted chamber, with a rounded dome for a roof. An observatory of some kind, guessed Zariel. With a clang, the door slammed shut, trapping them alone in the domed room. The Berserkers howled in fury, and vented their rage on the door, cutting long gouges in the steel plating. "Don't waste your time! Seek the foe!" Bellowed the Skulltaker, his murderlust since building to dangerous levels. As he searched about the observatory with blood-shot eyes, a high-pitched mocking laugh echoed throughout the entire chamber, filled with equal parts mirth and malice. A tall figure dressed in morbid jester's motley holding a lethal looking weapon hovered above the ground, his face a mass of changing features. He giggled, then fired the weapon, which struck a Berserker in the chest. The traitor marine looked down at the wound for a second before he exploded, raining chunks of meat down on his fellows. Zariel gave the order, and the Berserkers charged the mocking figure. Stowing the weapon in a strap behind his back, the figure drew a pair of slender power swords, which he twirled in the air as he walked calmly to meet the attack. Ramos charged the being with an overhanded smash with his chainaxe, but the specter chortled as he sidestepped, slicing the Berserker's belly open and spilling his entrails onto the floor, before decapitating him with a lazy backhanded blow. The next two were unable to find their heads as the figure leapt high in the air, dropping to the ground without a sound, his shoulders heaving with insane laughter. Zariel felt his blood run cold. What manner of daemon was this? In his centuries of death and murder, he had never seen anything like the howling figure. Raising his chainaxe high, the Skulltaker charged, only to find that his prey was gone. Zariel felt a stabbing pain in his gut, and he looked downwards. The blade of a slender sword protruded from his midsection, twisting cruelly as it was withdrawn. Snarling, Zariel twirled his weapon around, swiping at his attacker. The figure ducked under the lethal arc, stabbing him through the ribs with another of his blades. Bellowing in rage, the Skulltaker, made a final attack, throwing himself into his foe. The figure giggled as his white blades flashed upwards, and Zariel's severed arms landed on the deck with a thump. Blood spurting from the stumps, the Berserker fell to his knees, the mocking laugh the last thing he heard as his head left his shoulders.

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:I may do some RP soon but because the bording phase has not begun yet I am stuck for ideas

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Can we board now?

My friends, I was sure I made that clear in the event. If not.. yes, you can. Infact, Arken, your GKs are virtually almost aboard now. I suggest that you both re-read the event for clarification.

sorry but im going to have to wait till monday to post my part going on holiday

black templar wrote:Character name: Brother feris night
character age: 132
character race: Imperium - Adeptus Astartes
Character profession: Black Templar Marshal
character personality: A Fine warrior, helps his fellow battle brothers.
character appearance: short black hair, pale eyes.
Character height: 9.5 feet
Character equipment: Power sword, holy bolter, holy orb of antioch, Power armour and an Iron Halo.
Character bio/background story: a veteran of the Armageddon wars, he has fought and bested champions of chaos and crushed Tyranid bio-monstrosities in many battles.

Feel free to join, but make sure to re-read the roleplay so you're up-to-date on what's happened.

Also, I edited your character profile to make more sense. But I'm getting the impression your grammar/writing skills aren't the best, so may I suggest you use a spell checker before posting?

im 15 and my grammer sucks i know thanks for helping

As the Hulk shook violently with the force of the Cannon firing, Old Sawbones looked up from his minstrations upon another unfortunate corpse with, if he still had emotion, a mixture of irritation and curiosity. He dismissed it as probably being the work of the Green-skinned savages. Sawbones regarded Greenskins as impassively as he did everything else, but it couldn't be denied that they'd been a thorn in his metal side on more than one occasion.
The Hulk rocked again, this time making the Necron turn away from the body completely in annoyance. Moving over to an ancient, makeshift scanner, Sawbones saw a multitude of ships approaching his home. Outsiders. Sawbones cocked his head to the side thoughtfully; he was, as far as he knew, the oldest creature currently aboard the Hulk, but even he couldn't remember the last time someone from the Outside entered the Tomb. This warranted his attention.
Casting both of his ghostly emerald eyes into the gloom of his lair, Sawbones noted two of his ghoulish disciples exiting the dark. No mortal call had summoned them, but still they had come. Turning and following their master's nod towards the door of the Tomb, the Flayed ones moved out into the realm of the living once more.

(OOC: sorry for not keeping updated and for this being quite short, but History homework is just TOO FUN!!!1!!1 Five page essay on how the Modern perceptions of the Teutonic knights have been affected by Nazism GO!)

Charkos sat in his restraint seat, next to his kinsmen, tucked away for the inevitable boarding. The men were roused now, the shelling shuddered them awake. Now they know for sure there is Ork presence on the thing, the only creatures mad enough to shoot such a thing.

"Lets' vrek things up." An Ousian named Keehan mused.

Mohan had safely tucked his banjo away under his restraint seat. Blach had sheathed his machete across his right leg, as usual.

"2 Minutes 'til boarding!" Charkos yelled, checking his chrono.

"Brave as a Gator, though as Gatorskin boots!" Sergeant Pulver shouted acrsoss the belly of the lander.

The men roared their approval. The shelling had destroyed more then the flag ship. Another troop transport, carrying the 259th Ousian Riverine, was obliterated in the blast as well. The men wanted revenge.

Suddenly, the pilot walked over towards Charkos.

"Sir," the pilot started "a vox message for you."

The pilot unplugged his earplugs, and gave them over to Charkos. Lieutenant Charkos listened to what the man had to say.

"Swamp Rats! Listen up!" he yelled, with a hint of disappointment.

"There will be an inquisitor joining us!"

The men sniggered, they weren't used to outsiders.

"Better holler your arse over here, Inquisitor, we board in two minutes." Charkos whispered into the vox.

If I may, I'd like to add that 97.6% of the Universes' inhabitants are unaware of what an Inquisitor is and the existance of the Inquisition. They're just mythical beings from an organisation that is barely more than a legend to most.

They would be more suprised, and most definitely fearful, I think.

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:(OOC: sorry for not keeping updated and for this being quite short, but History homework is just TOO FUN!!!1!!1 Five page essay on how the Modern perceptions of the Teutonic knights have been affected by Nazism GO!)

I'm going to assume sarcasm and also pretend to understand the topic of your essay. But five pages? Pschaw! That is nothing.

The storm ravens tore a hole in the hulk. Shrapnel and other materials flew out into the vastness of space. The storm Hawks touched down and the grey Knights clambered out.

Hm, rather brief, don't you think, Arken?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:(OOC: sorry for not keeping updated and for this being quite short, but History homework is just TOO FUN!!!1!!1 Five page essay on how the Modern perceptions of the Teutonic knights have been affected by Nazism GO!)

I'm going to assume sarcasm and also pretend to understand the topic of your essay. But five pages? Pschaw! That is nothing.

Good. Of course. And I'm a lazy git with other things on his mind at the minute.

I am now confused. But the latter end of your sentence makes sense, in the greatest of ways possible..

But, was playing a Necron character particularly wise, LLF? Not much room for character in there.. so if you ever feel like suffering an early death.. and inventing a new character.. or anything.. just let me know .

I'm just kidding../expect bloodbath.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:I am now confused. But the latter end of your sentence makes sense, in the greatest of ways possible..

But, was playing a Necron character particularly wise, LLF? Not much room for character in there.. so if you ever feel like suffering an early death.. and inventing a new character.. or anything.. just let me know .

I'm just kidding../expect bloodbath.

Consider yourself lucky, I was going to be a Tyranid. However the little voice inside my head stopped me, which is a shame because I normally listen to the louder little voice inside my head which is shouting "LEEROYYY, JENK-INS!".

Shame, and I was just getting to like my Freddy-Krueger surgeon Necron. Ah well, I need to go and argue with mother dearest some more anyway. Adios Totos.


Important note: I am not nor have I ever been on any form of recreational drug.

Well.. Hormones could concievably be considered a form of naturally-imposing drug..

Sorry I am really out of ideas atm.

Then yes, I'm on that.

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Shame, and I was just getting to like my Freddy-Krueger surgeon Necron.

I have no problem with your Necron character, and he will certainly be a pleasure to read about as he continues to butcher stuff in new and exciting ways.. but I think perhaps that any writer that is taking the point-of-view of a Necron needs to seriously capitalize on the "fear-factor" of the Necron's in order to compensate for their relative lack of emotion and thought. But I'll admit, it is a daunting prospect for any writer, I'm sure. Kudos to you if you manage to pull it off!

And we really need to get roleplaying guys.. I don't want to lose another thread!

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Shame, and I was just getting to like my Freddy-Krueger surgeon Necron.

I have no problem with your Necron character, and he will certainly be a pleasure to read about as he continues to butcher stuff in new and exciting ways.. but I think perhaps that any writer that is taking the point-of-view of a Necron needs to seriously capitalize on the "fear-factor" of the Necron's in order to compensate for their relative lack of emotion and thought. But I'll admit, it is a daunting prospect for any writer, I'm sure. Kudos to you if you manage to pull it off!

And we really need to get roleplaying guys.. I don't want to lose another thread!

Is that a challenge?
And yes, I will shut up and go back to my cave. FREEDOM!

LIMITED. FREEDOM!







edit: Just getting a bit of attention here; what does everyone think of my sadly-true signature?

ooc cool i guess

bic

This carrier was small, at least for his power armored body, Martelius thought. His squad had cramped into lander alongside guard platoon. Jurten was so large that he had to crawl into the carrier to fit at all.

Vlad was sitting opposite of him flanked by two other skitaari troopers, and next to Martelius were the servitors, dead still and waiting for battle.

"Sir, why dint we use the designated transport?" asked Vlad in binary
"it had some...problems" Martelius answered. He dint want to tell, that real reason was that it was full of heretics.

satisfied with answer, Vlad returned to checking his war-gear and Martelius did the same.
raising his power axe and checking that its rotation gears for its teeth and power field generator. after being satisfield with the axe he did checks for his bolter that replaced his left hand, and then finally raising his servo-arm, its small circular blades whirling as if anticipating the coming slaughter while the plasma cutter mounted between the two blades stayed quiet.

meanwhile the guardsmen where trying to get hell away from the engiseer.

Robur walked briskly into Marcus' room, halting Marcus in the middle of reading a data slate with a look of importance.

"Inquisitor, the lieutenant has voxed back a message saying he is leaving within two minutes."

"Then we'll have to join them then, get the men onto that carrier as quickly as possible." Marcus said as he lept from his chair, taking his sheathed sword from it's case and tucking an extra powercell in his pocket for his hell pistol which he kept on a holster under his arm.

"I've already had them start moving towards the lander."

"Including the engineers and all the kit?"

"Yes inquisitor."

"Wonderful job, lets get down there shall we?"

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The high speed elevator opened out into the landing hanger. They had arrived with at less than a minute to spare. As Marcus crossed the hanger towards the assault lander, he spotted a recently arrived Sergeant Domini overseeing the loading of the bulky equipment, hammering on a cargo door of the lander and proceeding to shout "Room for a little 'un?" in the general direction of the cockpit. Even though there was no chance of the pilot hearing him over the din of the hanger the door opened quickly and the engineers moved the cyclopes loaded with kit on to the lander with the aid of some somewhat disgruntled looking guardsmen.

further along the lander a smaller door was open and a flight officer was beckoning Marcus towards him. Marcus ran to the door and the officer helped him get into the lander, his retinue nearby.

Finally after a long time coming, Marcus was headed for the hulk.

The horde of Warklaw's orks belched out of the hallways and corridors as more and more bands and mobs answered the maddening roars of his own original hordes. soon the horde was headed straight for the outer areas of the ork's territory. Warklaw, leading his mob, burst out with his red painted vehicles around him into an enormous hangar space where his boyz were already battling the chaos berzerkers.

With an orky yell, Warklaw pointed his power claw at the enemy, egging his boyz on into a frenzy of a green charge, each boy wrestling for a place in the mosh. His own trukk barreled over the bodies of his own boyz to get to the berzerkers on the other side.

Warklaw swiped his chainaxe back and forth over the side of his speeding trukk, a tusky grin on his face set wider and wider as the berzerkers' heads detached from their bodies. Soon though, Warklaw's trukk was brought down in the frenzy and he jumped out, quaking the deck beneath his feet with his massive weight. He looked around him, his augumetic eye allowing him to see past the darkness and gun flashes to get at the chaos boyz that charged him and his retinue of boyz and nobz.

Warklaw roared as he swung both of his weapons in the tight melee, eviscerating gleefully left and right, soon the blood of the marines and cultists covered him. Warklaw roared to his boyz all around him.

"Dis iz a WAAAAAGH!!! Royt and propar! Letz git stuk in boyz!!!"

Warklaw's boyz roared and fought with new fury, clashing with all their orky implements as they often do. Even Izzy, at his master's side, was gleefully pounding away at the berzerkers with Warklaw's custom shoota attached to his spine.

Warklaw rested his gore ridden axe on his shoulder and surveyed the scene to find a greater challenge than these wimpy chaos boyz. He found what he was looking for across the chamber as he witnessed one of the berzerkers ripping the spine out of one of his nobz. Warklaw had fought many chaos boyz on this hulk but he had never taken the skull of one of the so called "skull championz"

Warklaw waded through his own boyz and yelled for them to stay back.

"I want dis wun's skull fer me pole!" he shouted, revving ups his chain axe and charging the berzerker leader with a hearty and raucous roar.

The thunderhawk gunship fought through the field of asteroids surrounding the hulk, it blasted the large ones out of it's path with bursts of heavy bolter and lascannon fire. smaller rocks impacted the assault craft, cracking the windshield and impacting the wings.

"there's to much debris here, we've got to peel off, Brother, it's your call" the pilot shouted over the vox

"Continue brother, this is the weakest area"

the stormtroopers looked at each other through their faceplates, they could hear the space marines on the local vox, but couldn't chip in.

---time lapse of lapseness---

"we're through, stand by to... Woah"

The thunderhawk crested the keel of a ship embedded upside-down in the hulk as dived down, hugging the ridges and flanks of the wreck it came arcross a peculuar sight, even for the emporers finest, Ork Stompas, about 10 of them, stripped of their bigger weapons in place of massive grabbing claws and winches, they appered to be tearing the vrashes spaceships appart and taking them over to what looked like primitive forges, no doubt to make more of their crude weapons of war.

They skimmed over the operation for a minute or two before the skys around them began to fill with silent puffs of black smoke.

"triple-A, taking evasive manovers" the pilot called

The muzzels of the heavy bolters barked with flame as they responded to this new threat, obbliterating colums of orks and grots as they tried to scurry away from the attack. A jet of black flame soared up ahead of them, arcing towards them, they tried to dodge bu the trail corrected to meet them.

"brace for impact!"

everybody braced but the impact never came, a couple of seconds later the left heavy bolter stopped working. the vibrations created by the bolters steady crackle of shots dulling slightly.

"Some form of boarder, Purge the xenos!" Captain Tyr said as he pressed the stud to open the side hatch, there was a rush of air as the cabin depresurized . Tyr leaned out of the front hatch, aiming towards the stubby gun pylon. there was a greenskin attached to some form of rocket. He fired a burst from his boltgun, striking the xenos in the head as it tried to climb further up the fusalage. it's bod went limp and it started to slide along the fusalage.

A group of silver clad warriors moved down the hall way. Their nemesis force weapons readied for anything to try and foolishly ambush them. A skull probe recorded them as they ventured deeper into hulk.
"Where is the ship located in this Hulk?" Asked the Purifier Justicar.
"It is about 20km in." Replied Glaudian.
"20km!" Remarked The Paladin Justicar.
"Yes! Why do you doubt me?" Replied Glaudian.
"I don't doubt you! I doubt the size of the Hulk." He replied.
Suddenly something flared on the Auspex. The Grey Knights readied themselves.