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OOC: seeing as my phone apparently doesn't want to posting anything, I'll try and rewrite what I did on the way to school earlier today.
idk if chaos forces have landed/warped to the surface yet

IC:
O'malley could barely make out Paulson's voice over the roar of the Engines, who was yelling across the cramped compartment. he thought it sounded like "Debts are paid" or maybe "Nurses Laid", either way it wasn't out of the ordinary with Paulson. O'malley's concentration was elsewhere for the moment though.

The long night of drinking, and the shaking and rattling of the craft was taking its toll on more than one of the Troopers. Rosko had already painted the floor panels with todays lunch, and it was all O'malley could do to not do the same. After a few moments the turbulence passed, O'mallley regained his composure. The hulk of a man sitting Next to him, Officially dubbed "Bear" and for good reason, Clapped him on the back and chuckled, "ya Almost lost it there for a minute." a snort and a nod was the only reply. Nik, who was feeding shells into his shotgun, said something that was drowned out by the engines, then racked a load into the chamber.



The Runner lights faded out, and the Overhead Bulb emitted a dim red glow.

"Alright Ladies! Get 'Chuted up!" Carious Bellowed. O'malley Grab the Gravchute from bellow his seat and slung it around to his back, yanked on the straps a few times, buckled on his helmet, and slapped a Cartridge in his rifle. The rest of the unit was doing the same.
"You sure you know what your Doing man?" Dxun Barked at Rosko.
"aye, you just worry bout you, I got this." he shot back.
"Don't worry, man. The first Jumps always the best!" Paulson was practically yelling in the young mans ear.

The red Light cut out and a rotating yellow one took its place as the Hydraulic lift in the rear ramp let out a load hiss.
The Rotating Yellow beam cast Shadows on the now Somber Faces of the men, all Mirth lost to the task at hand.

"Masks On!" came the Order from Carious. already headed for the ramp. The men complied, Fixing there re-breathers in place.
As the Ramp lower the Unit lined up for the drop. O'malley gave his gear a once over, tamping down on his Flak Spaulders and helmet with the heel of his fist. He murmured a prayer to the God Emperor and braced himself for the jump

A Loud Siren sounded and the light Flicked to green.

The planet has some landed chaos forces but most are still in orbit... the tau have a significant presence in the south and I'm sure that other bad guys are running around being pillagey and grimdarkish.

Um, anyone want to post?

Kade grumbled and muttered under his breath as he led the recruits through the blasted ruins of the hive. The occasonal trundle of a Chimera or bark of an officer disturbed the quiet, but other than that there was almost a blanket of silence draped across the city. The sounds of battle had long since faded into the distance, and Kade found that he could actually hear his men speak to him.
Not that they had anything intelligent to say of course.
They obviously were still under the influence of all that propoganda, about how a soldiers life is one long adventure, and they were chattering excitedly about how they'd serve the God Emperor well. Kade wasn't listening, obviously, but it still irritated him that they could be giving away there position to who knows how many hostiles-he wasn't so green as to believe honestly that they were alone. Cocking his shotgun, the Guardsmen scanned the shadows repeadtly, fiddling with the inbuilt torch on his rebreather in an effort to calm himself down.
The thing, that had probably been following them for a while now, was on them in a second-a gibbering mass of pulsating flesh, slime encrusted tentacles, and voracous screaming mouths. seven conscripts died before Kade even registered it's prescence, either cut down by the monstrosity or shot by their comrades panicked, inaccurate fire. Another half-dozen fled screaming, but were quickly slain by lashes from the spawn's (and the veteran reckoned it was a spawn) whiplike tentacles. The last two accomplished a bit more, ramming their bayonets into the creature before having their heads unceremoniously torn off, spinal cord's attached.
Kade didn't take any time to mourn their deaths, instead unloading shotgun shell after shotgun shell into what he guessed was the Spawn's weak points. The beast didn't seem to register the pain, instead turning to him and lacing him with bile from it's phlegemy howl. Leaping, it landed on the guardsmenand the weapon from his hands, trying to entangle him with it's tentales. Kade's carapace armour saved him, and drawing his knife he slammed it into the abomonations chest, a feral battlecry upon his lips. It did notice this time, and roared in agony. Pressing the advantage, Kade drew his pistol and unloaded his entire round into where he reasoned it's head was (or should have been). Lashing out one final time, the beast fell to the ground in a limp puddle.
After making sure the beast was dead, Kade recovered his weapons and went over to check if any of the recruits had survived. No dice. Touching the acquilla on his chest once for each of the poor kids, Kade turned to see if there was a visible way out of this hell-hole. Again, nothing. Sitting down, Kade sighed as he realise dthat he was alone in the most dangerous part of urban Salem, enemies upon all sides.

Characters:

Name: Alex Grannell
Age: 26
Speciality: Hand to Hand Combat
Equipment: The Dragons Gauntlets , Combat knife and Lucky Toothpick.
Height: 5 5"

Player: chowderhead13
Name: Dryedas Felis
Age: Unknown
Specialty: Heavy Assault
Equipment: Storm Shield, Power Axe, Special codpiece

Player: AnthraXAvenger
Imperial Guard Veteran
Name:Cpl O'malley (transpose proper non-com officer tittle as you see fit)
Age:26
Specialty:light infantry recon tactics
Equipment:Lasgun w/ underslung grenade launcher( assortment of flares, grenade & smoke rounds) Silenced auto pistol, combat knife, grapnel (fired from grenade launcher) and clip harness, flak armor, helmet integrated w/short wave vox array and ranger finder, bio-scanner and a minimalistic medkit.
Height:5'11"

Player: Little Lord Fauntleroy
Name: Veteran Trooper Kade
Age: 28
speciality: Pistol fighting
equipment: Shotgun ("Old faithful"), Laspistol, carapace armour, combat knife, grenades.
height: 5' 5"

Player: Golden Eyed Scout
Name: David Sydal
Faction: Imperial Citizen
Age: 27
Specialty: Hand to Hand
Equipment: Sledgehammer, Auto pistol, knuckle duster,
Height: 5'11"
Weight:210 pounds.

Player: Mozzyfuzzy
Name: Francis
Age:28
Equipment: Auto pistol , shotgun (incendiary ammo), bionic arm and family heirloom sword (think of it as Commisar Gaunts, but not as awesome)
Height:6'2"
I'm only gonna allow a couple more characters to join... so be quick!

Finally came up with something, still haven't got a picture yet but, meh

Name: Francis
Age:28
Equipment: Auto pistol , shotgun (incendiary ammo), bionic arm and family heirloom sword (think of it as Commisar Guants, but not as awesome)
Height:6'2"

A survivor from one of the many planets struck by the zombie plague, managed to fight his way through hordes of ex-citizens, only to lose his arm to a paranoid commisar as he borded the evacuation ship, when he was found to be free of the virus, his was given a bionic arm for the valour he showed in breaking out of his hellish predicament. This arm allows him to wield his sword with even more strength than his already unnatural physique.
(I know this isn't like the Imperium, but I don't really care)

(This guy is based one the best zombie game character's i've ever ended up creating, he's so full of badassery that the GM banned me from using him and nerfed the subsequent versions of the original game, to stop this from ever happening again)

This But without the cultistness and an autopistol rather than the laspistol, oh and the stupid headgear and more hair-esy.

O'malley hunkered down behind a low wall, cautious of the wide open space that the Intersecting street presented. It was a Prime place for an ambush- Minimal cover, surrounded by high windows and outcroppings of the tattered remains of buildings.
It had been 8 hours since they dropped. Carious left O'malley in charge said he was needed in Hawkreach. They had orders to rendezvous with any remaining military pressence in the sector. They were then to move to Extract some Archeotech Relic from the heart of the city. They had met with small pockets of resistance along the way, Guerrilla Contingents-Easily dispatched, but hell on moral. Fighting was getting more intense as they got closer to the position of the Lieutenant they were to Escort. The renegade populous was heavy in the inner city. O'malley wondered how their presence here had gone unnoticed, and for how long.
They were nearing the Installment now, that intelligence reported the platoon to be at, three more blocks to go. O'malley Peaked over the wall, Scanning the area for movement. He ducked back down, crawled a few feet towards the street, and peered back over the ledge of the wall. He barely noticed the Glint of light, three storys up, almost dead ahead. He threw himself down, hitting the ground hard, just as a high caliber round Lodged itself into the Rockcrete of the low wall just above his head, showering him with debris. The echo of the shot alone was enough warning, but instinctively O'malley Shouted out.
"Ambush!"
His fear realized, O'malley hugged the wall and darted back towards better cover. A shower of las-fire and solid rounds alike already bearing down on him from the Roof tops and windows.
"You see that Sniper?" richards voice broke through over the Vox.
"Third Story... 'Cross the way.." O'malley managed to reply between heavy breaths, and salvos of fire from his lasgun, still on the move ducking and weaving behind cover.
O'malley dove under a collapsed pillar, narrowly making it under, and crouched down on the other side, Protected from the enemy fire for the moment, he took a deep breath and started barking orders over the Vox. " Rich, you got that Sniper...." - "yea I got 'im." - " good, Bear get burtha out, I want you layin down some fire towards that alley" - " 'bout time..." - " Paul, get on the roof, keep it quiet, lemme know what we're lookin at." - "you got it Mal" - " Rosko, get up here by me, keep yur head down, they're hittin hard up front."
Just then O'malley caught the sound of an Engine revving and Screeching tires.
"And Dxun, Prime that charge.... we might need it.."

OOC: StarCraft 2 calls, more to come later.

OOC: Sorry about me not posting, I have been unwell

Alex saw the small squad get butchered by the spawn and giggled to himself, before relising the was one left alive. He survyed the rugged man from the ruins above and pondered how he shall kill him, but before he could jump down onto him a Krak missile rocked the ruins, sending Alex into the air and down into the shadowy streets below ...

Sorry to anyone not already involved, this RPG has now officially begun, so no more players may join...

Not...not even....

Not even me 0.0

*sniffs dramatically to cause maximum sympathy*

ghosty wrote:Not...not even....

Not even me 0.0

*sniffs dramatically to cause maximum sympathy*

This goes for me too. /buggers off after breaking thread rule.

<removed by poster>

Kade swore under his breath as the Krak missile smashed into the runs above him. He could of sworn he heard some screaming, but he dismissed it as a product of his imagination. Instead, he turned his attention to figuring out what had fired the weapon-Word Bearers? No, if it was a marine he would have heard him coming, and anyway Word Bearers don't hide. Cultists? Possibly, but then again they usually wanted to rip you apart with their bare hands, not kill you from a distance. So, other Imperials then? That seemed most likely, but why would they have fired at an empty ruin?
After playing dead for a minute or so, and convincing himself that no one was watching him, Kade picked himself up. Grumbling as he dusted himslef down, the veteran loaded another round into old faithful and dropped into a crouch. He could hear the sounds of sporadic gunfire a little way to the East, so Kade reasoned other Guardsmen must be there. Turning the torch on his rebreather off, Kade slowly picked his way through the rubble. The gunfire had ceased by now, and instead there was the sound of armoured boots padding along the concrete towards his location. Someone had had the same idea as him.
Dropping to one knee. Kade aimed his shotgun at the shadowy opening from the other part of the ruins. The footsteps were getting louder now. Suddenly, a group of flustered looking guardsmen brandishing lasguns tumbled out of the inky blackness, one of them carrying a charge. The one on the front seemed like some kind of officer-Kade could just make out the name tag "Carious"-and the one behind a corporal-"O'malley". Kade smiled under his helmet, and lowered his weapon.
"If you guys could see the looks on your faces" he chuckled, to no one in particular.

Alex woke up with a severe headache, sat up and looked around, he saw a young man. No older then 17, he looked terrified and unable to stop shaking. " Pvt. Larkin, get your skinny ass over here!" Barked a bald man behind the private, Alex giggled to himself and thought to himself 'This will be fun!'

Alex picked himself up and charged head first into the pvt and lifted him into the air, as he was falling he connected his power fist into the pvt head. The rest of the squad turned round and opened fire, the lasers harmlessly bouncing off his armour. Alex roared praise to Khorne then kicked the nearest Cadian in the stomach, Alex springed his fist back and then sent it flying into the face of the Sargent. In a blink of an eye Alex had butchered the squad. He now wondered were that strange Guardsman went, and as if by some strange considence he heard the sound of voices, off he set in the general direction of the noise.

OOC: Faunt I'm after you!

I'm confused, what the hell is goin on here?

I set the spawn onto Faunt and was watching him when a Krak missile hit the building I was on, I woke up and killed the squad and am now following them.

...um, ok
carry on *gets back into box*

OOC: alright, sorry for delay on posting, between being sick school and SC2 i'm having trouble finding time.
I'll finish up the skirmish i left off at in brief. Then get down to meeting Kade.
just a heads up I'll be referring to O'malley as "Mal" frequently. wasn't my intention to steal Serenity's Captain's name, but w/e.

IC: The truck came barreling down the street from the south, ramming abandoned vehicles and debris out of its path. The Driver Slammed on the brakes and the truck spun almost 180 degrees before screeching to a halt in the middle of the intersection. Mounted atop the cab was what looked to be a jury rigged Auto-cannon, probably looted an unfortunate Infantry squad. The Gunner, recovering from the force of the vehicles stop, Spun the turret around and cocked the machine gun before opening fire. Bullets hosing down the better part of the street the Veterans were advancing from.
"The Bastards are getting more agressive" though O'malley as he leveled his Lasgun from behind the fallen pillar, taking a few pop shots at the broad side of the truck drawing its fire.
Ducking back down just in time to avoid the hail storm of bullets.

Mal kept a cool level voice as he talked into his Vox transmitter. "you got eyes on Paulson?"
-"yessir, four on the roof tops, I can see two in the building 'cross the street and muzzle flash from another. 'Nother three creeping from the north down the road."
"Alright, 'em off the roof, drop back, then engage the ones hold up in the the building"
O'malley removed the frag from his grenade launcher and Chambered a Smoke grenade.
"Bear, Were's my cover fire!"
The brute had just finished piecing together the disassembled heavy stubber from his pack.
"I gotchyur Cova Fire right 'ere!" The man bellowed as he Stepped around the corner of a building and saturated the truck with lead (do stubbers use lead rounds?) bearing a sadistic grin.
The heavy rounds from the Auto-Cannon were breaking the pillar apart, chunks of Rockcrete were being flung in all directin above Ma'ls head.
"Dxun, were's that Charge?!"He barked, losing his nerve a little.
A nudge caused him to look over his shoulder just in time to See the Rookie, Rosko, crouched down beside him stand up and open Fire on the Truck with his Lasgun.
The young mans courage rekindled his own. Regathering his wits, he spoke back into the Vox " Rich, Take out that sniper and give paul some support."
Dxun yelled from the Other side of the Street, Hiding behind a flipped car "Hay Mal, What's the plan?"
"bout damn time" Mal murmured under his Breath.
"Alright, you two", he glanced at Rocko, " get some frags over the wall, I'm Popping Smoke and yur runnin that charge to the pickup"
"You gotta be Shittin' me!" The man, obviously not happy, Gritting his teeth grunted.
"Rosko," Mal turn to the recruit, "I'ma head through this building and cut off the guys advancing up the street, you stay here and hold this position. You hit anything you see headed headed down this street."
The young man nodded, and Peeked over the pillar.
"Alright, let 'em have it."
the faint "Tink" sound that a grenade makes when coming in contact with a solid object could barely be heard over the gun fire as two Frag grenades bounced across the Intersection.
A loud Blast, followed by another, a moments pause. Then the Distinguishable "Thump" of a grenade being fired.
The Street Began quickly filling with Smoke.
Mal jumped up and kicked in a window, that somehow had remained intact through out the Grizzly fighting the city had seen, and made his way through the building towards the oncoming Traitors.
Slinging his rifle, Mal unholstered his Autopistol and began Screwing on a Silencer.
"Paul, you got a bead on the three form the north?"
"I hit one, They took cover in that building."
Mal, Steadily advancing through the ground floor came to the northern wall. Standing flat against the wall, he peek around the corner of a window. the alley looked clear, but he could here heavy footsteps. he moved across the room, placing himself out of view from the door to the alley. His Knife drawn, he readied himself for the kill.
the door Flung open followed by two men carrying another, all bearing The Undivided mark of Chaos, an Eight Point Star. The wounded man was bleeding heavily from his chest, the two men dropped him on the ground and a fourth entered. He scanned the room on arrival. He began to speak to the men, his voice heavily altered by the gas-mask he wore, "Come with me, you stay and see what you can do about him" he nodded his head towards the wounded man, " That bastards in here somewhere, we'll teach 'im a lesson."
two of the men made their way to the stairwell and the other began to dress the wounds of the injured, his back turned to O'malley.
He Quietly approached the would-be medic, his knife at the ready. The wounded man watching, but unable to act. Between his Guttural Moans came a cough of blood.
not five feet away from the man now, Mal lunged at him, Rapping one arm around the front of his face and pulling his chin up, The other going for the kill. The Knife cut with the precision of a Scalpel, Blood erupted from his throat, showering the helplessly wounded man. Not a sound more than a gargle was made. Mal then let the Convulsing body drop, it went limp in a matter of seconds. Mal gazed into the frightened mans eyes, now squirming to get away, coughing up blood between gasps for air. Mal wiped his blade on the mans pant leg, kicked the Autogun laid at his feet away and left the man to his fate.
Sheathing his Knife Mal Brought his Pistol up into firing position and was heading toward the Stairs when the blast hit. It Shook the Building down to its foundation, chunks of plaster falling from the ceiling. "Someone will have heard that" he though to himself as he regained his footing.
He heard the heavy footsteps and exited movements of someone coming down the Stairs. "Probably coming to see what happened, the daft bastards." he thought. He took position at the door way to the stairwell, lining his shot up to intercept the men running down the flight of stairs.
The first one rounded the corner made it two steps down from the landing before seeing O'malley's Pistol lined up with his heart. He attempted to stop himself, maybe to turn and flee, or perhaps bring his rifle up, It was useless, the life left his body as fast as the recognition of danger had entered. Two to the chest, One to the head. The man behind him nearly fell over the slumped body before taking three rounds, Center of Mass, then dropped over the railing. One clean shot to the back of the head, just to be safe.
O'malley spoke into his Vox, "How we lookin'?"
"got um on the run," Richards voice broke through the static, "Bear took a round in the Shoulder, got a compress on it, we'll need to get that bullet out though."
"alright, pack it up, Gotta keep heading east."


OOC: alright, that took a lil longer than I thought it would. I'll leave the meeting up to you Faunt.
too long to proof read sorry for Grammar/Spelling

OOC:

Want. To. Plaaaaayyyyy!!!!!!11!

(makes excuses about being on holiday when the thread was posted up)

oh, ok then ghosty. post up your character.
it's only because of your excellent track record

YES


Nahaha!

*giggles*

If Ghosty gets in, don't I? /glares

It would be unfair if I didn't... Go on then Dark, join if you want to.

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:It would be unfair if I didn't... Go on then Dark, join if you want to.

Yeah! Now I have to read everything.. think of a character.. eh.. I'll get round to it.. eventually.

*shakes head/ Exasperated gasp*

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:*shakes head/ Exasperated gasp*

You know you saw it coming.

that may be, but it doesn't make it right

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:that may be, but it doesn't make it right

Ey, ey, ey! Since when has anything I've ever done been "right" as you term it.

Silence threadjacker!

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:Silence threadjacker!

Nein.