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Not sure exactly what you mean, but my interpritation is you want to change him into a traitor guardsman. Could you clarify what exactly you're planning first? I'd just like to know what you had in mind.

Not sure exactly what you mean, but my interpritation is you want to change him into a traitor guardsman. Could you clarify what exactly you're planning first? I'd just like to know what you had in mind.

Ah crap! Sorry guys, my internet lagged out or something, didn't mean to double post. If anyone knows how to delete posts on this forum, please tell me.

that there. is technically a triple post S-H-A-M-E on you

like, what i was considering of doing was removing my first attempt of a character and make a small group of guardsmen fighting off the chaos (so we can have some balance) and i just find that concept more interesting and i could be a thorn in the chaos' side

Hey dark I hope this is the thread you were talking about......Either way I'll post my troop info.


Colonel Nikev Sism
Leader of the Korrephalian PDF Company - Codenamed - Our Lady's Grace(I don't know if you'll recognize this Dark, but my character always must link to Nucia ^.^)
We are a melee experienced unit that prefers to get down and dirty with swords and fists over guns and cannons. Are a proud regiment and despise Chaos and all the like. If it looks Chaos and we see it, its dead.
Most hated Chaos God - Khorne
Loadout - Standard las-guns with more of shortswords than bayonets(although Heavy Teams are equipped with las-pistols)
BattleCry *FOR OUR LADY'S GRACE!*



yea I know that WAY too much information but I can't story post without the Okay from Dark and Just saying my name and my regiment isn't good enough. ^.^
Can't wait to start destroying you Chaos Lot

YEa....and as a Imperial I'm not going to really read anyone else's post so If I start to muck something up please tell me so I can change it......

I don't want to read your posts cause it'll give me, as the RPer, a God view, and if our characters are interacting.....I don't want to know what you plan to do.

isn't that kinda ruining the whole point of the story though?

It is one way of RPing, and it is more "real". But the point of RPing is to make a fun story and see how it all developes. BTW, NIke, you'll be the only one without the god like view lawlz.

But, if that is the way you wanna do it, just refer to Captain what's-his-name that I posted IC a few pages back. I shall give thy thee tactical data. In PM or post, I don't mind tbh.

Colonal Nikev walked into the command station, and stalked over to the huge figure in yellow armour. "Captain Tarvan I presume" Nikev said, and the eleven foot figure turned and replied, "you presume correctly, Colonal."
"What's the tactical situation?" The Colonal queried.
"There was a space battle, our fleet lost half of its ships and the flagship, which had an Ordo Malleus Inquisitor aboard who is presumed dead. They claimed the flagship for their own fleet" Tarvan paused, then continued;
"Chaos Space Marines worshipping Khorne and brandishing Chain weapons and bolt pistols made a foolhardy assault, and were pinned down by a fully reinforced platoon. The vehicles they deployed were destroyed, and are being incinerated as we speak. Our estimations show that the Khorne warriors were reduced to a third of their original attack number, and were pinned inside an administratum. The platoon, however, was wiped out - entirely. Several witnesses all described what appeared to be a mass teleportation ritual of some kind - The Sons of Magnus, lead by a massive Daemon. A Daemonic horde accompanied the attack, and they have set up a perimeter. They have not yet advanced, and neither have we. We are guessing that they are possibly still waiting for more forces to arrive - they don't have enough warriors to take this planet yet. We have thirty-thousand Imperial Guardsmen and PDF warriors. I have my own battle company. We could crush them now!" Tarvan turned to look at the Colonal.
"But your insolent Governor insists on not attacking, and I intend to attack with my own forces alone if need be. Colonal, your men will follow you, not that fat oaf of a Governor. The question is, will you follow me?"

Ikros reclined back on his throne with a smile. This was going better than could ever have been expected-true, one of his two cruisers had taken damage, but it was moderately light and no where near the extent the other warbands in the area had sustained.
The others....Ikros furrowed his brow in a mixture of contemplation and anoyance. He cared little for who took this world in the end, just that he gained his prize, but for the time being some of them still presented a threat to his operation. The idiot Khorne worshippers wold be simple enough to manipulate, they'd just blaze a trail of destruction onto the planet anyway. The Wraiths were in many ways his brothers, but they were still not of his cell and therefore a liability. They could put the mission at risk without even intending to. The Daemon would be tricky-Ikros had learned long ago not to trust any dwellers of the warp, and his prescence was a cause of much concern for the Alpha legionarre. He would have to tread carefully around THAT one. Finally, there was those hated Ultramarines, even if they were renegade, but Ikros would deal with them in time.
"Amand." The lords voice down the vox was harsh. "Are we ready to commence with landing?" There was no reply, but a green blip on the panel confirmed it in Ikros' eyes. Rising from his throne, and motioning for his two bodyguards to attend hime, Ikros stalked towards the landing craft bays.

Gra'ksirra amused himself with the only yet living imperial guardsmen in the perimeter, a commissar of, jusding by his medals, formidible repute. With a flick of his wrist, the victims arm changed shape, into a long and slender tentacle, much to the terror of the commissar. The new protrusion then began to grapple with its own body, in an attempt to end its own life. The lord of change suddenly stopped. He sensed that someone was thinking about him. Discarding his plaything with a swift twist at the mans waist, he stalked to the centre of the courtyard he was established in. The remains of the platoon were being placed in the shape of various chaotic runes, that pulsed with unnatural light. He mused to himself that this signal will attract in reinforcements from the warp. He did hope to see his old friend again...

Gra'ksirra amused himself with the only yet living imperial guardsmen in the perimeter, a commissar of, judging by his medals, formidable repute. With a flick of his wrist, the victims arm changed shape, into a long and slender tentacle, much to the terror of the commissar. The new protrusion then began to grapple with its own body, in an attempt to end its own life. The lord of change suddenly stopped. He sensed that someone was thinking about him. Discarding his plaything with a swift twist at the mans waist, he stalked to the centre of the courtyard he was established in. The remains of the platoon were being placed in the shape of various chaotic runes, which pulsed with unnatural light. He mused to himself that this signal will attract in reinforcements from the warp. He did hope to see his old friend again...

Murray wrote:isn't that kinda ruining the whole point of the story though?

At the moment I wasn't in the mood to read so I just said that.....I am actually going to read everything.

OOC:
Hey guys, just exactly what patronage do you all follow?
Kharnflakes... as if I'd never guess...
Katavus and Fauntleroy, as alpha legionnaires, I would assume you're both chaos undivided, but I'd like confirmation or correction on that.

IC:

Space. The dead silent vacuum that houses everything that is outside of the ether. Usually the space between worlds, asteroid fields, moons, anomalies and other such common things is empty. Occasionally a fleet waits in orbit of some planet, or travels at incrediable speeds, such as the near-impossible Necron vessels.

On the outskirts of the Korrephalia system, a small eruption of light pierces the darkness, then disappears. Slowly, elegantly, a small craft - comparable to a space marine strike cruiser, but far less obvious: its ancient hull almost jet black, but with closer examination, it can be determined that it is actualy very, very dark grey. The entire ship is that colour, and no light can be seen coming from it - none at all. It looked like a ghost ship, abandoned and left dead in space to drift the void between worlds. But it is far from abandoned. And it is slowly, silently, creeping towards Korrephalia.

Nikev looked at Captain Tarvan "Follow? You expect but a mere platoon of men to accompany you to a fight which would mot certainly spell our doom? You wish mere men to fight against Warriors of Chaos, Daemons, and Heretics for the God Emperor of Man? By His Holy Name we shall follow! We would follow you into the Eye of Terror if it would keep the Imperium safe for that much longer! My men are at your disposal! I am on good terms with a good deal more colonels, I have no doubt in my mind that they would follow if they were asked. If you wish I will ask them when our meeting is over." Nikev thought of the glorious fight for the God Emperor that was to come " Tell me when you need my men ready, we can be ready anytime you need us. I do however need time to talk to the other commanders, if you wish their support and troops." Nikev let the Captain think on this for a moment.

Tarvan was taken aback by the enthusiasm of the Colonal, although he was pleased to hear it. "Very good then, I would like you to compile a list of all of the commanders who will follow me, and all of their troops, equipment and tanks. Emperor protect you, Colonal Nikev, for your enthusiasm to combat the foes of the Emperor is valorous indeed."

" I will go and talk to my comrades." NIkev said to the Captain " I will be back with a list of men that will help us."
Nikev proceeded to leave the room.


OOC: I copied it....So when you post next I'll just go back after you and incorporate it into my post.

OOC: I kinda meant for you to go away, talk to some of them so that I could do something involving the Gov'nor 'n' one of the people you talked to, and then come back to the captain with the list. Edit it or don't, doesn't really matter: I don't like people having to edit mildly long posts. 'Tis mean.

Nikev left the Room as he thought about who he was going to talk to for this fight.

Ikros drummed his fingers impatiently on the side of his helmet as the landing craft's engine whirred, descending towards the surface. So far, so good-the Imperial dogs hadn't detected them as of yet. Ikros knew that if they were spotted they wouldn't stand a chance against the enemies firepower with these meagre craft, but that hopefully wouldn't be an issue.
After 5 more agonisingly long minutes, the two landers (one from Ikros' ship, and one from the other) touched down on the surface with a thud. Walking out into the crisp and bitter air, Ikros gave another slight smile as he heard the sound of heavy ordanance fire far off in the distance-his fellow lords of Chaos were providing an ample distraction for him. Turning to face the band of 100 marines that stood before him, Ikros unsheathed his blade and raised it skyward, before adressing them.
"We do not come here today to bring another world into the dominion of chaos. We do not come here today to merely slay our enemies. And we do not come here today to try and prove ourselves in the eyes of uncaring gods. No, we are here today for a much purer and nobler purpose, one that will see us rise to great power and presteege in the eyes of our brothers in the last legion. You all know the mission, and you have all had a say in planning it as we have always maintained. Victory on this world brings us one step closer towards our ultimate goal-the death of the false Emperor! For the Primarchs!"
One hundred voices echoed back-"For the Primarchs! For the Primarchs! For the Primarchs!"

OOC: Ikros doesn't really follow any gods, so I suppose you could call him chaos undivided.

Tobias looked around the manufactorum with a wicked smile on his " well done men, well done" he picked up a combi-melta off the assembly line examining it closely before loading it and attaching it to his weapons harness. turning to his second he nods " have everyone rearm and make any repairs to there armor then lets get this building fortified and move those newly built vehicles in place . put the manticores and hydras on the roof and get those medusas and basillisks manned. once the imperials are out of ammo this world will fall quickly"

OOC: Urmz... so you've captured one manufactorum? The planet has many more, and in the heavily defended capitol is a mahussive forge.
I think I may have made this a tad impossiblible for the traitors...

OOC: Impossible no i think not Dark, and my forces are a branch of nightlords, they broke off and formed the Corrosive Wraiths. Yea sorry kinda wanted the deep forest green color of their armor to give that away but it didn't so yea Night Lord branch that doesn't involve as much flying.

Impossible? No! my great scheme will ensure that this planet has nothing left on it when im done with it, not even a chaos presance A burnt out planet of magma and flame, choked with the corpses of millions.

ghosty wrote:Impossible? No! my great scheme will ensure that this planet has nothing left on it when im done with it, not even a chaos presance A burnt out planet of magma and flame, choked with the corpses of millions.

Heretic! The Emperor protects! Or does he? oO

Who, what, where, why, how, cheeseburgers??1/?!??

Re-read this... you may be all doomed.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Space. The dead silent vacuum that houses everything that is outside of the ether. Usually the space between worlds, asteroid fields, moons, anomalies and other such common things is empty. Occasionally a fleet waits in orbit of some planet, or travels at incrediable speeds, such as the near-impossible Necron vessels.

On the outskirts of the Korrephalia system, a small eruption of light pierces the darkness, then disappears. Slowly, elegantly, a small craft - comparable to a space marine strike cruiser, but far less obvious: its ancient hull almost jet black, but with closer examination, it can be determined that it is actualy very, very dark grey. The entire ship is that colour, and no light can be seen coming from it - none at all. It looked like a ghost ship, abandoned and left dead in space to drift the void between worlds. But it is far from abandoned. And it is slowly, silently, creeping towards Korrephalia.

ooc bah i afraid of no grey knight

Gra'ksirra on the other hand, has a stupid grey knight incinerator to thank for his partial mummification. The bastards. SO yeah, if it is grey knights, ima gonna start bricking it.

OOC: Some wise words for the Heretics to think upon. "Nothing Crushes the Spirit of Man! The Imperium Overcomes! And WE ARE THE IMPERIUM!" Unknown Guardsmen from some Warhammer 40k thing I don't know about.

OOC: That same guardsman was squashed to paste 2.37 seconds after he finished that sentence. Damned MC's...

Lolz... you forgot one thing; what colour are GK strike cruisers? The same as their armour I do believe.