Lazarus: Drowning in Darkness

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**Darkvoidof40k**

I've had a good idea for a roleplay.. and provided I'm still awake, I should post it up later.

Edit: Brain has just died. Roleplay unnavailable. Tomorrow/Weekend for it. Don't worry dudes, I'll make it worth the wait

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**shroud010**

HQ i've reach the area what are my new orders?

**TheWildHost**

[i]The jump trooper landed behind an advancing suppresor, spraying bullets at point blank at the suppresors slave brain (8) before jumping into the air

**Mordoskul**

Interlude: Kicking the Hornet's Nest

As the Conclave Execution Team finished off their current targets and rushed to Sector 11-B, a great wailing could be heard amidst the sounds of machinery and toil. The Alarm, a great klaxon located within the Fortress blared, it's sound rousing the Conclave to the defense of their city. Thousands of workers armed themselves with carbines given to them by the Enforcers, who in turn activated the Suppressor Kill-Drones, which hummed to eerie life as the slave-brains directed the spider-like machines into combat. Massive Reaper Siege-Walkers stalked out of their holding pods, energy cannons charging to full power as they sought out prey. In the center of Chicago, the Fortress was alive with gunships and the hammering of thousands of polished jackboots striking the steel floors. At the highest turret stood the Voice, the most powerful man on Earth. Peering out from the holes in his gas mask, he felt a surge of pride as thousands of black-clad soldiers marched in lockstep from the great fortification, each glad to give their lives for him. He had brought order to a world in chaos, crushing his enemies in great Purges that left cities empty and devoid of life. He had dealt away with the foolishness of 'free-will' and the sin of identity. His people were filled with purpose and loyalty, understanding that their service was a reward unto itself. He had toppled the UN from power, scattering them to the winds, executing their leaders as part of a public spectacle. In short, he was a god. Was the Conclave not his mailed fist? A great hammer used to crush any who opposed him? Were his people not utterly bound to him, their very thoughts under his control? Now the worms strived to become serpents, daring to attack what he had sacrificed millions of lives to build. He would show them the error of their ill-concieved attack. Not a single non-standard would leave Chicago, he would make sure of that. Life and death were in his hands, to his people, he gave life. To the UN, death.

**Darkvoidof40k**

What a nut case.

**TheWildHost**

Lol yeah

**Vulkan_He'stan**

(ooc: gak just got real.....)
*for reasons unknown to him Gaz felt something bad happening

**Mordoskul**

Alright guys, I'll get your turns up this weekend, busy planning a GURPS Discworld game for tommorow.

**NHnighthawk13x**

OOC i think its time to go hide in the corner

**darksage**

James attempted to cover the Jump Trooper with his sniper. Making sure not Suppressor would be able to have a clear shot.

**shroud010**

OOC just wondering if the hornets nest is just a random game info or it means somthing

**TheWildHost**

like he means if we do this it will be like pissing off hundreds of hornets and with great consequences

**Mordoskul**

Internet has been down for the last few days, so I'll post as soon as a can. Hang tight!

**shroud010**

OOC okay

**Mordoskul**

Operation Anvil Day 1-

The UN pulls back, exchanging parting shots with the advancing wave of drones before running into an abandoned apartment building, kicking open the door and taking refuge inside an empty home. Taylor barricades the door with a dresser before securing the rest of the house. He motions for the rest of you to gather around, and you are shocked to realize that you are the only remaining members of Group Kappa. "The blanks hit us hard, they smashed our transports and killed most of us. Obviously, we can't continue our mission with so few of us. Group Beta is the closest group of UN friendlies, so I suggest we move there." He pulls out a holographic chart, which shows a symetrical range of factories and apartments. "We are here. Group Beta is here. Our coms are down, so we'll have to either A, meet face to face, or B, send out a message via a Conclave radio. It's up to you."

**Mordoskul**

(Conclave, please send me your current actions, as some of you are spread out)

**NHnighthawk13x**

mac rolls behind the building and helps give covering fire to the rest of his squad.

**shroud010**

im in the sector waiting for more extensive orders

**darksage**

James climbs part of the way up the building cloaked preparing to snuff out any Conclave life with his combat knife.

**pfghhh**

ooc as far as I know, I just finished an awesome sneak-bombing of a whole group of remnants, and then... well, i think that's it. I've been out for a while, what with biology trying to kill me and all.

**shroud010**

OOC: haha life is trying to kill

**Mordoskul**

Yo! UN players! Check the last Operation Anvil post! It has been updated beyond the pathetic sentence I orginally posted.

**TheWildHost**

Fly Jumps in and suggests we go with plan A plan B would be a higher suicide rate "JUst saying"He says finishing it

**Vulkan_He'stan**

"is there any food in these cupboards.......
um thea plan A whatever it is"

**Darkvoidof40k**

I am being a very bad roleplayer at the minute

. But I've had lots of things going on; I was 200 miles away from home for the last three days without internet, for example.
I will post ASAP. Until then, enjoy my miserably quick roleplay:

IC:

Jake decided that plan A would be a much better option, as finding a Conclave radio and then using it probably wouldn't work too well. He then stood up, saying "I'm gonna check out the rest of the house; see if I find anything useful."

With that, he began to quietly explore the building for anything of use.

Edit: OOC:

I suppose my lil' search will require one of these accursed checks.. I'll go with 7.

**mink580**

Nero looks around and utters a quiet phrase "Plan A." He then walks off in search of food, or other things.

**darksage**

"Well, seems unanimous. Plan a it is. I'll go keep watch until we move out." James climbs to the roof and cloaks himself keeping a steady watch out for Conclave.

**NHnighthawk13x**

mac takes a deep breather and catches a quick breath and says "plan A sounds fun" before
helping gaz search the cupboards and other places

**NHnighthawk13x**

OOC : is it just me or does everyone else think that everyone in the UN isnt going to make it through the RP as their original chars? cus i hope i get through it with the same char :(

**TheWildHost**

OOC Yeah host already killled my Con. Character,but who knows
BIC:*Flys Begins to sharpen a long Combat knife as he hums a little tune* Fly turns around to see a ventalation system, remembering how his family used to hide a few days of rations in theres, so he begins to walk over to it*Fly jiggles the vents metal cage before prying it off* "We got some food over here!" he shouts.

OOC: omg when i first wrote this i put Dace jiggles it

so i edited it