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As Charkos' platoon rounded a corner, the other platoon at their heels, they could see smoke and small explosions in the distance, behind some ork huts. Probably another platoon, Charkos thought. Charkos lead his platoon onward, past the corner they crossed. His sergeants, veterans all, efficiently dealth with the suituation. The other platoon was still fresh from Ousia, and had little in the way of experience, their movements and manoeuvers were sloppy. Charkos hoped they lived through this so theyè could get some combat experience.

The explosions became louder, the trademark crump of grenade launchers could be heard, mixed with the sharp bang of greenskin grenades, called stikkbombs.

Blach and Pulver, both very patriotic, lead their squads with great vigor.

"Holler your arses, Swamp Rats!" Pulver yelled. "We're ten times better tehen these Greenskins!"

With all the motivation and experience they had, they quickly covered the street, which was way to calm for the likes of experienced men like Charkos and Blach. The rookie Ousians took this opportunity to cut some slack, and somewhat lagged behind. Charkos cursed their inexperience and combat virginty. They had to press on, they had to help their kinsmen. Charkos shut out the other platoon, and increased the distance between them and the rookies. Just in time.

A loud explosion shook the ground, and some men lost their footing. Charkos lay face up on the ground, trying to regain his wits. Blach ran to Charkos and picked him up, and yelled in his face. The dust hadn't settled yet, and his ears were still ringing. Charkos tried to get a view of the situation. When he regained his hearing, he could make out two sounds, two voices, Blach's and one loud collective voice.

"Vrek, 'Skins set us up, they rigged the buildings!" Blach kept yelling. "They cut us off from the rookies!"

He could hear screams, hacking sounds, slug shots. And one loud warcry.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!"

Rubble cut them off from the rookies. They could do nothing as the rookie platoon got slaughtered. They couldn't reach them to help them, nor could the orks reach them. They had only one option, and that was to press on. The screams died away when theyè moved further away, and was ultimatly swapped out for gunfire and small explosions.

OOC: We want MOAR event.

A little while later, Warklaw was standing in the same hangar, his blood was still up from the battle and he knew more was on its way.

Suddenly, one of Warklaw's pain bosses wakled up to him with a large squig cage on a gurney rolling in front of him. Inside thrashed a large squig, it was Izzy, after the battle, Warklaw had found the creature and given him to the painboss. Wit the help of the mekz, they quickly got a deff new leg for Izzy, who'd lost one to the berzerker's axe.

"Izzy's all fixed up, boss. ee's a fast eeler ee is."

Izzy burst out of the cage, bouncing up and down on his new leg.

"Tanks doc, you gotz a lot of new meat?"

"Oh yeah, lotz and lotz ov new meat, gud fer experementin!" the painboss said excitedly and walked away, his drill whirring.

A Nob on a warbike ran straight in, its engine roaring loudly. It stopped near Warklaw.

"Boss, deyz umies boardin da hulk! dey took out Gurb's boyz on da west side, a few floorz up!"

Warklaw thought for a moment, sure he could just meet the umies head on, but what fun was that?

"Let em come" Warklaw said

"Boss?" The nob said doubtfully. Warklaw raged and waved his klaw.

"You eard me you runt! Let em come! Get all da boyz out ov dere way, youz take yer bikez and trakz and get behind em, push em to da killy floor, I'll get da boyz roused up and we'll squish em!"

The nob nodded and drove off, Warklaw turned to his number two and yelled to him.

"Get da boyz roused up, tell all of em ta get to da killy floor, we'll eard dem umies in like squig and squish em good!"

"Wherez you goin boss?" The nob asked.

Warklaw grinned "Iz goin ta get Tuffnut an hiz ard boys, dey only listen ta me."

OOC: ...Interesting.

Shocked by the explosion, and the sudden slaughter of their kinsmen, they still pressed on until they reached the source of the firefight. They had found the rest of their company, what was left of it. The company tried to hold on to a line of barricades, firing frantically with whatever they got to beat the orks away from this ramshackle town. They had to clear this hold on this area, reinforces were expected within fifteen minutes, but many wondered if they could hold on that long, an ork charge gained momentum fast.

Charkos ordered his men to fill in the gaps in the line, but maintain platoon coherency. Charkos himself went to search the commanding officer of their company, Major Mortensen. He held his free hand on his helmet, the other gripping his lasgun, and jogged head down down the line. After covering some metres, he finally found the Major, shooting his lasgun on full auto in the general direction of an ork mob bold enough to risk a frontal assault. His shots would hit either way, the orks were packed. When his lasgun pack went dry, he dropped with his back against the barricade to chuck in a new one. Charkos could see a large sigar clenched between his lips, lucky charms hung from his neck. Their Major was somewhat unorthodox, but got the job done, and strongluè held on to Ousian customs.

" 2nd platoon arrived sir, but 5th's wasted. Orks ambushed them, there was nothing we could do."

"Shame Boyo. I see you gots a lasgun, have you thought of using it?" Mortensen said.

"Yes Sir." Charkos said, hurying back to his platoon.

Player: SSsilverskullSS
Character name: Jaz the inheritor
character age: 133
character race: Imperium
Character profession: Silver skulls captain
character personality: A great warrior defined and revered in battle
character appearance: long brown hair, very dark blue/red eyes
Character height: 10 feet
Character equipment: Power sword, heavy plasma bolther
Character bio/background story: A veteran of the wars of Kronus and the armageddon wars

Warklaw walked into the chamber, it stank of blood and burning metal, all around were the symbols and crude workmanship of the orks, this was probably one of the, if not the orkiest places on the hulk, the lairof Tuffnut and his arboyz. Big, hefty orks with lots of heavy black armor who loved to get stuck in. It was the main reason Warklaw kept em around, nobody else could do choppy like Tuffnut.

Warklaw walked past all the heavily armored orks, went straight into the largest hut on the floor and bellowed.

"Tuffnut! were iz ya?!"

A giant of an ork nob, clothed in massive amounts of thick black armor and wielding a power claw not unlike Warklaw's strode up to the boss. He was only a few inches shorter than Warklaw but in ork terms that made all the difference.

"Wacha need boss?"

"Dem umiez is makin a move, wez pullin a squig hunt, youz gunna be da anvil, Wazz an iz boyz is da hamma."

Tuffnut seemed to regard this.

"Beakies er dem squishy guard boyz?"

Warklaw shrugged his massive shoulders.

"Both if weez lucky."

Tuffnut smiled his tusky, scarred smil, he turned and shouted.

"Aight boyz, youz eard da boss! we'z got killin to do! Get to da killy floor."

There was a loud WAAAAAGH!!!! and the ardboyz klanked out. Warklaw following them all the way to a great chamber, a couple floors up where the orks had set up a killing zone. It was one of the boss's favorite tactics, instead of holding the many other factions at bay from the front Warklaw simply let the enemy come to him. The tactic was used by ork squig hunters, some orks would heard the squigs into the trap and the other orks would be waiting to capture em in a trap.

it worked basically the same way here, only this way was a lot more fun because it involved all sorts of shooting and chopping.

Warklaw's second came up to him, behind him were more boyz, a sizable mob of burnas.

"Weez all ready boss, Wazz called on da radio, said iz bikez was almost behind da umiez and deyd be here soon."

Warklaw hefted his axe and snapped his claw a few times, the trap had been set, now they just had to spring it. Warklaw looked down at his faithful squig.

"Redy Izz?"

The squig growled and jumped around happily, bearing its sharp teeth.

"Iz wat I tought."

The Laughter watched as the Mon'keigh made their way down the corridor, their lasguns held tight at their sides, their eyes full of wariness. They approached single file down the winding corridor below his hiding place, exchanging remarks about how eery the hulk truly was. A burly man, clearly an officer, barked orders for the men to be silent. Drawing his mirror swords, the Laughter stealthily crept down in front of the doorway where the humans were to advance. The officer pointed out something in the distance with a meaty hand, with a flick of wrist, the Laughter took the hand, leaving it's former owner staring in shocked silence at the clearly severed stump. Before he could consider it further, the Laughter giggled, and plunged one of the blades through his neck, slicing the officer in half with his other sword, chortling as he began to carve a bloody path of ruin through the guardsmen. They attempted to flee, but nothing could match the speed of the Laughter, as he flipped through the line, leaving hewn corpses in his wake, his mad guffaw shaking the humans to their very core.

What should i battle next Daemons, orks or Thousand sons?????

Or should i make a enemy up????? post comments to help please need new enemys.

Any you like! Just leave some deamons for moi!

might fight daemonettes??

Guys, try and keep the grammar good please . You can fight whatever you like, but an idea might be to meet up with some other players. Now where did our resident Inquisitor get to..?

Darkvoidof40k wrote: Now where did our resident Inquisitor get to..?

I was wondering that as well, I thought we teamed up

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Darkvoidof40k wrote:Guys, try and keep the grammar good please . You can fight whatever you like, but an idea might be to meet up with some other players. Now where did our resident Inquisitor get to..?

1. I do try to keep my grammar impecable, just for the record, and writing in orky lingo is HARD.

2. Currently, trying to incite a rather more direct conflict with scrazza's character

3. Not exactly sure, but you know how those sneaky skulking inquisitors are....disappearing when you need them and popping up at the least convenient moment. )

WARORK, I wasn't talking to you there - your grammar is nigh impeccable. Same for you Scrazza.

Oh, and Scrazzobin, I officially charge you with keeping that Tech Priest and Inquisitor alive until I kill them/their creators return. In other words, POWER BOOST!

(ooc any one want team up with my kasakrin team?)

Vulkan, I suggest you have your character meet up with Scrazza's (which now includes an Inquisitor and a Tech Priest).

Edit:

Also.

(ooc any one want team up with my kasrkin team?)

Fixed.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:WARORK, I wasn't talking to you there - your grammar is nigh impeccable. Same for you Scrazza.

Oh, and Scrazzobin, I officially charge you with keeping that Tech Priest and Inquisitor alive until I kill them/their creators return. In other words, POWER BOOST!

Yes, Darko approves my grammar!

Hmmm, How can I protect them if I don't know where they are. The tech Priest boarded an other shuttle, and the inquisitor must be somewhere inside the orky town. Maybe an event to straighten things?

SSsilverskullSS wrote:Player: SSsilverskullSS
Character name: Jaz the inheritor
character age: 133
character race: Imperium
Character profession: Silver skulls captain
character personality: A great warrior defined and revered in battle
character appearance: long brown hair, very dark blue/red eyes
Character height: 10 feet
Character equipment: Power sword, heavy plasma bolther
Character bio/background story: A veteran of the wars of Kronus and the armageddon wars

Welcome to the roleplay, keep your grammar good and play nice and we'll all get along just fine.

Arken Vul'tan01 want to team up ???? Might be braking the black templar code abit but we need allies.

Why is it breaking black templar code?

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Darkvoidof40k wrote:WARORK, I wasn't talking to you there - your grammar is nigh impeccable. Same for you Scrazza.

Thats good to know, I live to please!

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Oh, and Scrazzobin, I officially charge you with keeping that Tech Priest and Inquisitor alive until I kill them/their creators return. In other words, POWER BOOST!

oh bugger..... )

black templars cannot team up with Psykic powers. Does your character have psykic powers?

OOC sorry for not posting for some time

Bic
Martelius was puzzled, for one moment all were normal and then wold exploded. Starting to come into his senses he started to look around to cargo bay. The guardsmen were all dead, some were impaled by steel beams and others killed by someone throwing them.
"adept, your awake" he heard someone say in binary
standing in front of him were Vlad, slight cuts in his armor and robes but otherwise ok.
"what happened?"
heavy AAA fire gunned us down, guard are all dead or severely injured, and we lost jurten and servitors."
"our location?"
"few levels below the main drop zone"
"ok lets keep moving"

Vlad had already climbed out of the hole in the carriers roof and he followed him out.
In the outside there was dark so he turned on his night vision. Horst had his flamer ready alongside Garal who preferred his hellgun over flamer and at last Vlad who also had his hellgun ready.

Behind the Martelius carriers fuel tanks finally ignited and corridor was filled with screams as those guardsmen still alive were burned alive

"any routes to the main hangar?" Martelius said while ignoring the screams
Garal started to use his aupex and after few seconds replied
"Sir,according the maps we have, there are staircase not far from here, we could use that to reaches the right level, and from there advance though the corridors into the main force"
"that is probably our best change to reach to main force, get ready to move out"
"yes, sir" they all answered

Hey WARORK, hey, yeah you! You see that Stompa behind you?

Arken Vul'tan01 want 2 team up or should we stay apart???

black templar wrote:black templars cannot team up with Psykic powers. Does your character have psykic powers?

What? Yes he has Pshysic powers.

black templar wrote:Arken Vul'tan01 want 2 team up or should we stay apart???

Yeah we should team up!

want to team up? Ill break the rules this one time

Good

Just to keep me busy:

BIC

The orks were rushing the Ousian lines, letting go a furious war-cry. There weren't many orks around anymore, there were only a hundred orks left, against the 280 remaining Guardsmen of Mortensen's Company. The orks grew tired of the waiting, and their small brains wanted them to fight. Charkos' men, and all others, were giving their best at holding off the orks, but they would inevitably reach combat distance.

Charkos pumped his remaining ammo of his third clip into the horde, they would be unto them in seconds. He slung his lasgun around his shoulder and grabbed his laspistol and machete. There were more men doing the same, they know what was going to happen. Things were about to get messy.

The first ork climbed over the barricade, but was met with a hail of shotgun in the face. The ork slumped backwards, and was trampled by his fellow warriors. More and more orks climbed over the barricade. The first of them were caught by blasts of shotgun and las in the face. At point blank range, the effects were deadly. The orks gained momentum, and the first Guardsmen were cut down. Trooper Cruhan tossed a grenade, and the blast killed two orks, but it was close, and Charkos was covered in ork blood as a result. Charkos rushed a brawny ork, shot it in his face a couple times with his laspistol, and cut into it with his machete once he was close enough. The hulking creatures were slower then the Guardsmen, and they men took advantage of this.

It's throat slashed, the ork slumped down at Charkos feet, and he went in search of another one. Sergeant Pulver had looted a powersword from a back Cadian officer back on Monenheim, and he slashed into the orks with great contempt. Although the efforts of the men was heroic, Ousians still fell in droves. Although the Guardsmen held numerical advantage, the orks had strength and toughness on their side. It would take more then guts to take these brutes out. Charkos saw brave men being smashed in the face by big ork fists when they tried to assault one, men being stomped to death,... But Charkos had seen enough death, and charged the next ork close by. He surprised it from the rear, and stabbed his machete through the ork's shoulders. He pressed the muzzle of his laspistol against the ork's back, in the general direction of it's hart, and fired five shots into the body. The beams made clear holes inside the ork's body, and it dropped face first unto the deck.

Some men had gained firing positions on top of a low built ork hut, and were pumping las and shot unto the orks. Several dropped, either dead or just knocked down by a shotgun blast. It didn't last long, as an ork lobbed a stikkbomb atop of the building, blasting the four men on to of it to death.

Blach slashed the throat of that same ork, taking a measure of revenge for the fallen comrades. Trooper Slaik was knocked over by a point blank shot of a crude ork pistol, the slug pulverizing his torso. His body landed with a crump two meters from where Slaik had stood. another trooper was slashed in two neatly as a large axe cleaved through his abdomen.

"Swamp Rats!" Major Mortensen yelled. "Give 'em some Vrek!"

Charkos, upon hearing this, charged into the closest ork he met.