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Right, it's 7:20 AM and I'm tired, so I'll get to the point with this post.

Sister hospitalae(sp?) don't exist, atleast not in the sister of battle form. On this planet, they actually just have normal people trained as doctors etc.

It's spelled arbites, Ash.

As for this inquisitor.. hmm.. him being here would, as previously mentioned, result in the planet being brought back into the imperial fold and having to pay taxes/conscriptions, its rulers executed and its planet worked to death.

I hate the lag.

In other news, page 8!

(OOC or am I IC? anyway WOULD ROGER KINDLY MIND IF HE STOPPED REFERRING TO MY SQUAD AS HIS SQUAD)
(he's only joined it temporarily so I/Tor Virgil can keep an eye on him as per our respective superior's orders)

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:(OOC or am I IC? anyway WOULD ROGER KINDLY MIND IF HE STOPPED REFERRING TO MY SQUAD AS HIS SQUAD)
(he's only joined it temporarily so I/Tor Virgil can keep an eye on him as per our respective superior's orders)

He has his own position in the security forces, and has his own unit under his command.


edit: You're OOC (out of character), not IC (in-character).

oh, ok then

DAY 2

Right, it’s the next day; everyone is rested up and has eaten since they got up.

Local news:
There have been several murders in the night, and a strange symbol is left at the scene of the crime, painted in the victims’ blood. The victims have all been killed with hand-to-hand weapons. Some cases were particularly brutal, such as the murder of local blacksmith Gutseren Killith.

Local security-enforcer Reed “Piggy” Kor has issued a manhunt for the infamous gang-leader ‘Scar’.


Anyone who reads the Tannerithian detective (the local newspaper) will be aware of the local news, anyone who talks to anyone involved in the news will be aware of the local news, and anyone who generally chats to other people will probably be aware of the local news!


Global news:
There has been some sort of security breech up at the Governor’s palace.

Mostly anyone in the military will have heard rumours concerning this global news, although only very high ranking people will know the details of the incident. (None of you lot)


Information that individual characters have received:

- Niall
Received congratulations on the execution of the cultist cell.
Ordered to investigate the murders with the help of his unit.

- Castella
Must stay at the med-station until the end of the day.
Will be aware of the manhunt as one of her men will visit her at some point during the day to tell her.

- Tor Virgil
Is under Niall’s command, and will do as ordered.

- Roger
Must stay at the med-station until the end of the day, unless he uses his Inquisitorial emblem gifted to him previously in his life to get out.


Player fatality!
Gutseren Killith was murdered.

Hey Dark,i dont want to burst your bubble, but they really really do >.>

Ima gonna grab me some source material and quote your face to the next millennia.

*clears throat*

"The orders hospitaller provide surgeons, physicians, and nurses to all arms of the imperium, with the exception of the adeptus astartes, performing acts of great compassion in the execution of their duties."

Hasn't got you convinced yet? Orly.

"The people under their care often regard them as saintly figures, and many have been canonised, often posthumously, following some great act of personal bravery in the face of all odds."

Shall i continue?

"Members of the orders hospitaller can even be found accompanying branches of the imperial guard, and inquisitors personal armies. They are renowned throughout the imperium for their skills."

It has another bit, about other orders that AREN'T sisters of battle, but that's about the medical sisters. N' if this is a civilised planet they would have them.

ghosty wrote:Hey Dark,i dont want to burst your bubble, but they really really do >.>

Ima gonna grab me some source material and quote your face to the next millennia.

*clears throat*

"The orders hospitaller provide surgeons, physicians, and nurses to all arms of the imperium, with the exception of the adeptus astartes, performing acts of great compassion in the execution of their duties."

Hasn't got you convinced yet? Orly.

"The people under their care often regard them as saintly figures, and many have been canonised, often posthumously, following some great act of personal bravery in the face of all odds."

Shall i continue?

"Members of the orders hospitaller can even be found accompanying branches of the imperial guard, and inquisitors personal armies. They are renowned throughout the imperium for their skills."

It has another bit, about other orders that AREN'T sisters of battle, but that's about the medical sisters. N' if this is a civilised planet they would have them.

I know ABOUT the sister hospitalia, there just aren't any sisters on this planet. Otherwise it undermines all the fluff for this RP .

Bah. Stupid bloody uncivilised planet...

ghosty wrote:Bah. Stupid bloody uncivilised planet...

Uncivilised? No. Free? Yes.

OOC: alright here goes nothing

IC: It was a cold, dark night Chaldia swung her Tannerithian blade given to her by her father when he made it many years ago it was her single most valuable prize survival was difficult with out it, It easily sliced apart the foliage that blocked her path she had to find some shelter soon or risk being frozen to death. Her father taught her all she needed to know how to survive in the mountains, everything from building a fire to figuring out what plants are poisonous or not. She continued to hack through until she found a suitable spot she could set up for the night . She set up stones in around circle barrier to better contain the fire and placed the firewood she gathered nearby in a ti-pee shape grabbed a handful of tinder form her tinderbox & placed on top of & in-between the firewood she then started scrapping to rocks together to get the desired spark after a few minutes & a few failed a attempts she started to get smoke going. she blew on the smoke in order to spread the fir & soon she had a nice,warm fire going she placed a few rocks behind the fire so the heat could more effectively warm her up.

She huddled to the fire occasionally rubbing her hands together to get more heat out of them although she has a warm place to sleep the night he overall mission for the day had been failure all day she had been hunting for something to eat either the critters were too fast or to strong to hunt. Her stomach growled with hunger it demanded something to eat she hadn't eaten in 2 days but was well hydrated then suddenly out of the corner of her eye she had spotted something a small critter that was just a little bigger than a rabbit but looked like a cross between a beaver & a weasel.
She could not let this chance for food escape her slowly she reached for her auto-pistol she had already wasted a clip of ammo today hunting for a meal as well 3 javelins with light speed she aimed & fired it got the animal in the leg & she ran after determined not to let it go after a short but intense run she smirked as she grabbed it by it's hind legs "its about time" she said panting the creature was squealing as it tried to wriggle free but when she got back to camp she used her blade to quickly end its life using her blade to carefully skin the animal then gut it she would use the furs later "probably make gloves out of them" she mused.

She impaled the rest on a stick and watched as it slowly cooked after one and a half hours of turning & occasionally testing the meat she concluded that it was finally ready to eat. the meat was tender & succulent & juicy it was what she needed and would probably last a day or two nothing went to waste all that was left in the end was a skeletal carcass. she grabbed all the leftover organs & bones and threw a few meters away from her campsite although predators would be scarred of the fire the smell of dead prey would win out & she did not wish to become a corpse she after added some firewood & tinder to her campfire she laid down on the cold stone floor with her backpack as her pillow & continued to watch the fire until she dozed off

OOC: is that a good intro?

Yes, it is, Scorpion. However, your grammar isn't great, but considering you're not English (I'm assuming, from the little flag), it wasn't too bad.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:DAY 2

Player fatality!
Gutseren Killith was murdered.

Wait how did he die? Did the person quit or something? I think we need more players!

Asherian Command wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:DAY 2

Player fatality!
Gutseren Killith was murdered.

Wait how did he die? Did the person quit or something? I think we need more players!

He was murdered during the night, just one of many occurances.

I killed his character because he hasn't RP'd once on this thread, and I doubt he'd read through the entire thing before I let him post.

Yes, we need more players. But it'll be hard, because I make all new comers read the entire thread first.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Asherian Command wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:DAY 2

Player fatality!
Gutseren Killith was murdered.

Wait how did he die? Did the person quit or something? I think we need more players!

He was murdered during the night, just one of many occurances.

I killed his character because he hasn't RP'd once on this thread, and I doubt he'd read through the entire thing before I let him post.

Yes, we need more players. But it'll be hard, because I make all new comers read the entire thread first.

Ah what if he returns?

Asherian Command wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Asherian Command wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:DAY 2

Player fatality!
Gutseren Killith was murdered.

Wait how did he die? Did the person quit or something? I think we need more players!

He was murdered during the night, just one of many occurances.

I killed his character because he hasn't RP'd once on this thread, and I doubt he'd read through the entire thing before I let him post.

Yes, we need more players. But it'll be hard, because I make all new comers read the entire thread first.

Ah what if he returns?

Then boohoo him.

I'm against editing what I've already written, plus it means if you guys feel like investigating him then you can pilfer his house.

AH. Then he can make a new character! Probaly a brother or something

This guy hasn't even made a post on Dakka since he signed up. I highly doubt he'll be returning.

Anyway, if you know any skilled writers that enjoy this kind of stuff, feel free to point them in the direction of this thread, everybody.

Now, back to RPing?

((OOc Good you killed that guy. Now, Back to rp ing!))

Tor was on his way to the divine saint again. He began to like the place. He bought the newspaper with what money he had left. About time they gave us our wages. He read about the murders and the suspected Cult operating on his planet. Add the incident at the governor's palace. Tor threw the paper on the ground. All these "incidents" were making him sick. What happened to his old planet?

after a good walk he arrived at the Divine saint. He saw something stirring in the shadows. Probably a rat. he walked in and took a seat at the bar. He ordered a drink, had a chat with the man sitting next to him, and before he knew it, an hour had passed.

suddenly, three men came in. They looked like gangers. They wore long purple and dark blue long coats. He watched them from a distance. They were talking to a women who had strange tattoos on her cheek and forehead. He saw her pointing at him. The three men and the women stood back up and headed straight at him. He saw one of them draw a pistol. Now Tor was alarmed. The pistol armed man started shooting at the other people in the bar. Tor dived behind the bar and drew his autopistol. He dared to glance over the bar and saw all of the dark figures draw pistols and add their fire into the crowd now busy to get out. after a while everbody was or dead or had fled. Only Tor and the barkeeper were still there, hiding behind the bar. The barkeeper Took an old shotgun from under the bar. "Nobody comes here and wrecks my business!" the barkeeper yelled before shooting at one of the dark figures. his shot went wide but the aggressors made for cover. "my home is going to hell..." Tor said to himself.

Are you going to finish that?

yes. but I left the other part out for now so that other players can RP their parts while they do something else somewhere else. Savvy?

Scrazza wrote:yes. but I left the other part out for now so that other players can RP their parts while they do something else somewhere else. Savvy?

Savvy.

Anyway.. *waits for people to post*

yoho me hearties and a bottle of rum. Glad you savvy.

Scrazza wrote:yoho me hearties and a bottle of rum. Glad ye be savvy.

Fixed.

you should write RIP or killed or something next to gutseren in the original post

OOC- sorry guys, I've been out at a fair, read everything
IC- Niall looked up from his arbites brutality case file on his desk and quickly snapped said file shut. Standing in the doorway of his office was commander Neikt.
"Sir, I was not expecting you."
"Come come Niall, can a commander not check on his best junior officer?"
Neikt's cold grey eyes glanced down at the file on Niall's desk.
"What's this?"
"Um, sir, it's a um, a report from the armoury sir."
Neikt raised an eyebrow, he obviously wasn't impressed with Niall's lie.
"OK, well Niall you may have heard some rumours of murders."
Rumours? you mean the talk of the city. Niall thought to himself
"Well, yes sir I was aware of these murders."
"The line of the media and the story fed to the arbites is that it's gang uprising. Obviously, that's not quite the truth of it."
You're joking Niall thought to himself sarcastically
"Because of your great work with the cultists yesterday, I've got your squad a new set orders."
"Excellent sir, it will be a pleasure."
Neikt threw the pict slate onto Niall's desk. "There you go soldier, get to work...."

I assume you want me to write that out as an event?

If not, just say the word and continue on happily.

EVENT!!!

Tor dared another glance. he saw one of the men half out of cover while he was shooting wildly at Tor and the barkeeper. Tor raised his autoistoll and loosed 2 shots. 1 of his shots penetrated his chest and the other his shooting arm. That would put him out if a fought for a while. meanwhile the other 2 men rushed out of cover blasting at the bar, while the woman provided covering fire with her pistol.

"oi, barkeeper, shoot straight will you?" they both ducked out of cover and started shooting at them before the went back into cover. the 2 men stopped firing. the women stopped too. Tor took a glance and saw the 2 men on the floor. of them dead, shot through the head. and the other groaning in pain silently.then he saw the women running out of the bar. "like hell you do." though yelled before pursuits the women.

"hey what about me?" the barman asked with a trembling voice. No answer came because Tor was already out. Seeing the wounded man of which the barkeeper was a ganger. The barkeeper walked slowly towards the wounded aggressor while he was holding his old shotgun 1 handed. The barkeeper put the barrel to the wounded man's head. "No... Please..." were the last words the dying man said before being executed.

meanwhile outside, Tor was in pursuit of the women. eventualy she ran into a small alley. With a dead end. the women turned and fired a quick shot. the bullet ricocheted off the wall.Some small stones hit Tor with an amazing speed thanks to the ricochet into Tor's right cheek. Tor groaned and lost his balance. The woman was making ready for another shot. but when she was about to pull the trigger, she realized the ammo was spent. She threw away the pistol and took her small knife and came running towards Tor. Tor regained his balance and shot the women through her head.

It was over. "I think I need to look for another bar. this planet is going to hell, just as I said before." and Tor left the dead woman be, and headed towards his outpost in a quick pace. " I definably got to tell Niall this".

Niall looked down at the pict-reader that Neikt had left on his desk, his mouth fell open in disbelief at the information and orders before him. He jumped up from his chair, grabbed his coat and side-arms then headed of to find his squad.