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"Wonderful. Calm down Commissar, you were always heading towards the capital. "

OOC: That's the plot twist?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: That's the plot twist?

Well, no. I thought that post was staying on page 9. Geez!

//Unknown Spaceships have been spotted in the outer atmosphere, fighting off tyranid ships! One is coming down to land, and a greeting party has been sent. //

OOC: Sent to where exactly? Anyways, I think it's new map time. Oh btw I know I'm being lazy, and since Ghosty is being inactive on this thread for now (and I'm bored of RPing his character) I'll just say we got to the extraction point and flyyyy away home/the wartorn, death ridden and besieged capitol.

[{OOC} Well.....Earlier on I established that there was a ship waiting for my guys down in south Naruke..... and it does matter kinda which one my character gets on though, because I like to keep my character having the same story no matter where I go(threads I mean).

I know not how Vera knows the woman.
It was said that the Space Marines would know who she was.
You see The Marines are still Shas's characters, so I'm not going to create a history for them, therefore how they know the robot, you have to ask Shas or Klawz. I'm mostly going on the way my character is, and would perceive these things.

Nikev ignored the woman as he sat back down between Karjewski and Bantine.

"How is our wounded?" Nikev asked Karjewski.

"He'll make it. But I'm running low on supplies."

"When we get to the capitol stock up on as much supplies you can get your hands on."

+++Space Marine, there is an astartes transport below+++ called the Thunderhawk's pilot over the intercom. Arkus looked out of the porthole, holding on to a handrail to keep himself upright in the speedy craft. Indeed, there was a rhino down there. "Pilot!" He yelled over the engine's roar. "Set us down next to that vehicle!" He commanded. The gargantuan craft came about, slowed, and eventually set down on the scarred and battered ground. As soon as the door was down, Arkus walked out, his 3 remaining battle brothers from the tactical squad behind him.

OOC: that's your rhino, guys. Thunderhawk = faster.

[{OOC} Yea....If a Rhino beat a Thunderhawk.....something is REALLY wrong with that Thunderhawk.

"Thunderhawk aproaching!" The Rhino's pilot slowed the Rhino to a stop. "Its fellow marines sir"

Nikev and the Marines began to rise and get ready to leave the 'safe' confines of the Rhino. As Vera walked over to the hatch the clack and clatter of weapons being armed could be heard loud and clear.

"Let us greet them" the lady said in her voice that Nikev still could not seem to get use to.

As Vera opened the hatch, he strode out and down on to the ground sweeping his weapon back and forth for any tyrannids the scanner may not have picked up.

"Well well well." Nikev said as he stood on the ramp of the Rhino, watching as the Thunderhawk landed with a loud thud bouncing a little from the suspensions catching the weight of the massive vehicle.

OOC: It'd only just set off from wherever we are. Infact, we were near the western coast up from the southern city. Dunno where you are, but it could be assumed we were already looking for a rhino because we'd picked it up. Or something. There're plenty of explenations you can think up. Also, before I post again, have Nikev and Arkus met yet? I can't remember, but I don't think so... No, I'm pretty sure they havn't, but I wanna make sure.

[{OOC} No we haven't met......I've only met Jansen and Vera and his marines. But yea sorry...when I have more time(I'm in school now and have to change classes) I'll edit that post.

OOC: You lucky americans, allowed free access of any site on the internetz (with a few notable exceptions, I presume), we can't get anything, including most lessons! Practically everything gets blocked and someone has to go and get the IT engineer's and blah blah blah.

BIC:

Arkus looked down at the figure who had first clambered out of the Rhino. He looked weary and battleworn, but then again so did all the others with him... but he looked more confident than them. But there was something else mixed in with his expression of relief, something hidden.. was it fear? Not of him, Arkus was sure. Then he saw something strange. A woman walked calmly out of the Rhino. She looked untouched by the trials of war, and she looked back at Arkus, with an almost inhuman expression; Arkus couldn't read it. But he did not like it. Finally, some space marine scouts walked out of the vehicle. Shaking off the strange feeling of mistrust at the woman's sight, he looked back at the man. "Get your men aboard."

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
@ DD: Ah, bad luck. I've had that as well, I was writing the OP for a thread on some other forum - over an hour's work. Anyway, the replacement was more than sufficient. Tbh, it was pretty awesome. Although, when I was reading about the missile shooting craft, I could only picture 2010 planes. I mean, what kind of craft were they? Anyway, Vortex Missiles? Sounds nasty... they should make a strategic asset for that in apoc. But, wouldn't something as powerful as that a) probably kill you all and/or b) already been used on the 'Nids?

Thanks, the redeeming craft are probably modified valkaries flown by 'Commando' Squad Omnicron, who will soon be joined by Omega Company. I envisaged the missiles as kind of like vortex grenades in function - and for the rest of you, one Vortex grenade/missile is carried by each of the 'Commando' Units, who may or may not be on foot.

@Klawz - Could I suggest you add onto the map the relative positions of the new Imperial Guard companies that have just arrived? The names are all on the first Reinforcement RP post.

OOC: How'd we get here? I did some writing about the administratum taking a look at the planet, and Dave send some ships here. Well, now it looks like we might almost be winning! We can't have that! Atleast not yet anyway... soo, this new alien ship(s) - I'll be venturing that they're bad news for us, otherwise this'd be too easy.

Yeah, I 'edited' (read replaced ) your post with a version of what happened from the Initial Genestealer Infestation 58 years ago. Its all in the timeline at the top of page 8.

We need to start winning, otherwise we will all die... The tax collecters were a perfect excuse for timely reinforcements.

Which post is this? And where is it?

The space marines don't know Jessica. They saw the symol of the High Lords in her hand.

That's... not a hard thing to replicate. I mean, you just go "ooooh symbol." *copy* xD
but anyways, I wonder where this is going with her/it/she
No point me asking, I won't find out... meh.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: You lucky americans, allowed free access of any site on the internetz (with a few notable exceptions, I presume), we can't get anything, including most lessons! Practically everything gets blocked and someone has to go and get the IT engineer's and blah blah blah.

BIC:

Arkus looked down at the figure who had first clambered out of the Rhino. He looked weary and battleworn, but then again so did all the others with him... but he looked more confident than them. But there was something else mixed in with his expression of relief, something hidden.. was it fear? Not of him, Arkus was sure. Then he saw something strange. A woman walked calmly out of the Rhino. She looked untouched by the trials of war, and she looked back at Arkus, with an almost inhuman expression; Arkus couldn't read it. But he did not like it. Finally, some space marine scouts walked out of the vehicle. Shaking off the strange feeling of mistrust at the woman's sight, he looked back at the man. "Get your men aboard."

[{OOC} Well actually students don't get access to any site. They block almost EVERTHING! its the same over here, some teachers can't even get into their stuff on the web. Most kids just get around the blocks by using Proxy's. I don't though because for some reason DakkaDakka(Praise be thy name) Isn't blocked.



Nikev looked at the hulking figure that just stepped from the Thunderhawk. Too many damned Marines Nikev thought to himself.

"Get your Men aboard." The marine said in a voice that showed no emotion.

The Woman that had been found by the Imperials began walking without hesitation to board the ship.


"so where is this ship headed?" Nikev asked the marine as he walked up to him, followed by the Nucians.

Jansen blearily opened his eyes, pain thumping through his entire body. Despite this, he felt an intense sense of peace, "so this is what death feels like..." he groaned to no-one in particular. A flask of whisky was pressed against his teeth and he spluttered in shock, his eyes snapping open in an instant. He was lying in a canvas tent, medical equipment littered the area around him and the smell of medicines permeated the air.

"Good to see you awake fella - we were getting worried about you!" said a voice he didn't recognise. The blur in front of his eyes receded and he looked up to see a Cadian Guardsman with close cropped hair and a battleworn face looking down at him, a roll of bandages in one hand and a white patch on his shoulder. "You've been out for the best part of today, and we found you yesterday... that daemon gave you some kick eh!" Jansen sat bolt upright, ignoring the lashes of pain that coursed through his back as his entire body protested against the abuse. His hand reached to his sword holster on his back. "the daemon! My squad! Where are they?"

"Relax fella, we've dealt with the daemon, and your squad are recovering over there" he pointed to an group of 3 canvas stretcher beds in the corner of the large tent.

Jansens arm shot out, gripping the man by the throat and leaning towards him. "Why are there only 3? Tell me!"

"I don't... understand..." the man wheezed, spluttering through Jansens iron grasp "We only... found 3 men"

Jansen released his hold on the man's larynx, as he checked the faces of the men on the stretchers... Narko, Saneal and Karish were there, where was Private Urtock?

"How many bodies did you find?" he addressed the man harshly - he didn't want to lose another man, despite the fact he already knew the answer.

"just 4, you and the 3 others over there" he replied angrily, massaging his throat with his spare hand, the other gripping the handle of the combat blade at his belt.

Jansen sighed and lay back on his bed, the protests of his back finally getting the better of him. His coat fell open to his side, revealing the inquisitorial symbol, which was dangling on a chain suspended from his inner pocket. The medic gasped, and released his grip on his knife in shock. "My lord - I didn't know, I am sorry" Jansen followed his eyes, and laughed as he saw where his gaze lay. "I'm unfortunately not an Inquisitor yet medic, merely a novitiate. For the record though, I am sorry as well, you saved my life, and I acted rashly - I cannot rely on a letter on a chain to protect me from my own actions." He held out his hand and the Medic took it, giving his name as Guardsman-medic Reklen. Jansen responded with his own.

A guardsman ran through the flap seperating the medical tent from the rest of the regimental encampment. He was wearing the black underjacket and dark red flak armour of his regiment. He saluted and addressed Reklen, "Sir, the Space Marines are outside, requesting an audience with the patients"

"Tell them they may come in, although what they were doing here in the first place is beyond me..."

The messenger left, and a moment later a group of 6 space marines came ducked through the opening in the tent, even while wearing their robes, thier giant frames dwarfed everything within the tent, and made the medic look like a child next to them. One of them, who was wearing robes of the purest white, strode over to the stretcher where Jansen lay, and placed a red, waxy purity seal on the small table nearby. "You have earned this Novitiate Jansen - few have faced a Greater Daemon and lived to tell about it, and most of those were Astartes. We may have not struck the killing blow, but to face death in such a way and yet live is worthy of great honour. You and your squad should be proud."

Stunned, Jansen rose and bowed to the chaplain, all pain forgotten. His weariness was still there however and he sat down on the bed and asked: "What of Private Urtock? Did you see what happened to him?"

"I did, and his sacrifice will be remembered in the Hall of Heroes on Zaebus Minoris. His last act in this plane was to push you out of the way of the Warp vortex created by the Guards Missiles. In the process, he, along with one of my Battle Brothers, was pulled into the rift."

Jansen muttered a silent prayer for the Private, and stood up, picking up the weapons that were lying next to his bunk, strapping them on. He turned and thanked the Medic, before walking out of the tent into the clean air of the camp. Several large extractors had been stationed around the area, which were sucking the noxious gases from the surrounding area, making it safe to breathe. The rest of Jansen's squad came out of the tent behind the Space Marines. the pain at losing another squad member and friend clear to see. Jansen turned to the Chaplain, and asked: "What now, Chaplain?"

OOC: It's getting late, so I think i'll stop there while I'm still awake.

@Nikev, I'll be heading with the Guardsmen and the chaplain to attack the great blob of tyranids SW of the capital, I haven't left yet so don't write any meeting scenes yet.

@Dastardly ----hearing you kill my guys is both tear-jerking and amazing......
Okay I won't add any, Right now we are apparently about to head in whatever direction Darkvoids Thunderhawk is going to go....even though I set it up as a argument, We all know that I cannot out argue with a marine and live though =/

Darkvoidof40k wrote:That's... not a hard thing to replicate. I mean, you just go "ooooh symbol." *copy* xD
but anyways, I wonder where this is going with her/it/she
No point me asking, I won't find out... meh.

Well, so is the Inquisitor symbol.

OOC: Exactly?


BIC:

"The capitol. In the two hours I've been out here since I was last there, the Tyranids have broken through the defensive line! Casualties are higher than expected, but the tallies are as yet incomplete." Arkus replied to the Commissar. A second marine, armed with a crackling powerfist and steaming plasma pistol strolled up to the two figures. He towered down over the Commissar and said, "Get aboard." Arkus turned. He called back over his shoulder, "If you don't, we'll just leave you here. But those Guardsmen need you, Commissar."

OOC: attention commissar nikev..... get my awesome marines doing something awesome.... a fight with dark would be nice..... or some killing nids....

OOC: Attention Shasmarine, we're going to kill nids now. Be more active. Don't do drugs. Cheese.

OOC: its not shasmarine..... its leroy marine...

OOC@ I'm talking to you shas. IDK where your leroy marine is anyway.

OOC: wait, leroy marine went with kais marine somewhere, i dont knwo where, and i cant posrt very much cause of a gakky computer and stupid revision

OOC: okay so what is going on in and around the camp?

Chaplain Salen had just had a conversation with the herioc human male, he had been extremely impressed with his bravery that he had given him a purity seal that he himself had been given by the chapter master upon the purifying of a planet by his chapter company, he had earned it due to the fact that he had made the choice that the souls of the planet were no longer clean and therefore heretics.

++Brothers and any other man of the Emporium i will be holding a service for the fallen and the living to continue in the eyes of the Emperor at the chapel.++

Katavus wrote:OOC: okay so what is going on in and around the camp?

++Brothers and any other man of the Emporium i will be holding a service for the fallen and the living to continue in the eyes of the Emperor at the chapel.++

OOC: The Emperors Emporium - for all your xenos and heretic cleansing needs.

Whats going on is the company of guardsmen that has just landed near Naruke South is preparing to head towards the Capital and begin an offensive against the tyranids to the South West of said capital. Meanwhile, the techpriest accompanying the force is examining the time lock bubble, and will have disabled it by the time I make my next IC post.

also, welcome back

OOC: sooooooooooo.... we've got a page of killing nids, then probably 3 odd pages on that strange alien ship thing.. This RP is going straaaaaaange places man. And now I sound like some hippie from the seventies. I wasn't even alive then.