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 thenoobbomb wrote:
'You there, find out where the fug those stormtroopers are! Fire as you're trained to do, damnit! Have faith in the Emperor!'
He kept on shouting, barking out order after order. He loaded his bolt pistol, readied his chainsword, and took aim. Corporal Hemsky grabbed a vox caster and started repeating the lieutenant's orders to those on the rooftop, via vox.

Some distance from the now rather heated battle the dark shadowes of the regimental storm troopers made the nigth seem more unsafe than it in fact was. the silence was broken when the ear pice of the squad leader came to life.
Fenrir pressed his ear pice " Hold on to your lunch whelp, we will be there shortly! Estimaited enemy numbers and armament?" he finnished already moving at a good pace.
Unslinging his hellgun he issued squad orders as they silently ran, once more into the fray he thougth.

The grinding of the Chimera's tracks roared through the small hull each warrior in the cramped space was ready to slay anything. Sycil at next to his bodyguard 8 turned stormtrooper armed with chainswords and power fists each one of them a lethal fighter. Suddenly a Vox-Caster crackled into life.
"My lord we are being slaughtered! There are Adeptus Astartes forces along side Guardsmen." The damned guardsman yelled.
"Then try and kill them!" The Chaos lord yelled. Only sounds that came through the Vox after was just screams and death, the dark lord deactivated the Vox Caster and prepared to exit the Chimera.
"Right I want each of these peseants!" Sycil said as the Chimera stopped and began to exit.

'Once you lot are there?' the scream of a dying. traitor could be heard 'Knowing your normal speed, they're probably all dead I'd hurry up if you want something to tell the rest about.'

 thenoobbomb wrote:
'Once you lot are there?' the scream of a dying. traitor could be heard 'Knowing your normal speed, they're probably all dead I'd hurry up if you want something to tell the rest about.'

Smiling at the reply from the obviously stressed troops Fenrir said "I see, well dont die until we link up." he said and cut the link. Ahead the battle raged, the hiss of weapon fire and muffled thud's of explosions filled the air. The storm troopers now could see the enemy and the flashes of return fire from the defenders.
"Kill anything that moves, watch your arks of fire and report any signs of non human traitor forces! When we reach the compound make safe your position and vox in. " was the order that he gave to his men.
his hell gun joined the hail of fire his squad begun to unload in the enemy as they advanced. Return fire whiped past, or skidded of their heavy carapace armor.

Once again Lieutenant Dexter's chainsword got smashed inside one of the traitors. The chainsword did it's work, and gore spat all over the Lieutenant's face. He pulled the weapon out of the traitor guardsman, and turned around, obliterating the head of another one who had tried to kill him from behind, the coward he was.

He saw the stormtroopers arrive.
'They're not to late this time.. Smart choico of 'em.' He said to himself, and started fighting more of the traitors in their filthy purple clothes.

His weapon sang a song that he knew could rival any choir found int the Imperium, it sent lances of seering fury into the midts of his foul foes and cut them down. This was it meant to be alive, his men had punched like a mailed fist into the rear of the enemy. It was to his relife only lowly men and women and not daemonic forces that awaited them.
Knowing they had to exploit the confusion amongst their enemy he ordered his remaining men that had survived the brutal battle for the section they had breached to make good speed and secure the Lieutenant. As the pale trooper rounded a corner he barely avoided a blade aimed at his guts, he side stepped a blow from a axe and rammed his bayonet into the guts of his foe and fired several shots to make sure the bastard did not get up again.

Sorjik scrambled up from the pile of dead men, grasping his flamer and observing as the Stormtroopers began to wipe out the remainder of the forces. He charged and joined their counter assault, bellowing prayers as he brought his feet and fists down on the cultists, cracking necks on knees and heads on stone.

Name: Kap'n Lootbagz

Age: Oo gives a Zog?!

Bio: Kap'n Lootbagz iz da shootiest, lootiest, freebootin'ist Kap'n eva to terrurize da Galaxy. 'Is Scally-WAAAGH! is commin' tah Neverous tah Loot da Gak outta it, an' join in wiv da big scrap!

Equipment: Me Kap'ns coat, me flashy hat, me Bionik Eye, and me Iron Gob

Weapons: I gots me Powah Klaw (Da Kan Openah) an' me 'Uge Shoota, as well as me trusty Kutlass

Appearance:

Splitting the cloud cover, a single Rok impacted the surface of Neverous. Small enough to land undetected, the ramshackle asteriod-turned-transport still made a sizeable crater, but this was of no consequence to it's inhabitants.

Clambering out over the ridge created by the landing, Kap'n Lootbagz, accompanied by his trusty Nobz retinue and a Handful of his most trusted boyz, gathered their bearings. Ashen plains surrounded them, devoid of any sign of life save for the faint glow of battle off to the North.

"Right den ladz" the Kap'n gestured for his small detachment to gather in to him, as if they were in danger of being heard. "Dere's gotta be sumthin' gud on dis 'umie plannit, uvverwise dem spikey boyz wuldn't 'ave come 'ere. So we'z gonna find out wot!"

"But, Kap'n" a boy towards the front of the group queried, "why didn't we just get da rest ov da boyz down 'ere an' stomp dem all anywayz? Dat wuld be much easier...." a back-handed strike to the face sent the apparently too talkative Ork reeling backwards, smacking in to a pair of other boyz stood behind him. "Shuttit! We needz to be careful. We'z gotta find out wot's on dis 'ere plannit, and 'ow many squishies dere are. DEN we can get da rest of da krew. But first, we gotta do some re...rekkon..."

"Rekkonisunce, Kap'n?" Ol' Rustynutz, Lootbagz' chief Mek and all-round brainboy, interjected.

"Yeah, dat...We gotta be all snikky like". "Purfek, my favoritt" grinned Shakfug, or "Da Snikky Wun", as he's more commonly known. With that, Lootbagz swiveled, and marched off in the direction of the distant glow.

(Hoping this is better guys!)

OOC: Methinks that might be a little OP. You've essentially called down an entire Waaagh in one moment without any prior warning...

 TheFatElf wrote:
Raining down from the sky with the fury of an Exterminatus bombardment, Kap'n Lootbagz and the entirety of his Krew crashed down onto Neverous aboard a score of Roks. Barely before they had landed, a tide of Green swept from the asteroid-turned-transports, led by the hulking Kap'n and his retinue of Nobz. Bounding up a rocky outcrop, Lootbagz took a few moments to survey the horizon, until he spotted the distant glow of raging battle.

"Rite den ladz, dat way! WAAAGH!"

His warcry was echoed back to him in a brutal chorus of gutteral voices, as his vast following of Greenskins surged forward, eager to get stuck in.

................Not amusing, i agree with Blap

I didn't mean it to come across that way, sorry!

I'll edit my post, apologies again.

EDIT: Toned it down, It was completely unintentional to overpower it so. Hate to be off to such a poor start

Sycil walked through the dimmly light caves as he and his warriors made there way down they came to a gateway, roughly 15 feet skulls around it.
"Who is that?" A voice yelled as a little slot opened up and a primitive human's face appeared it was covered in paints and tattoos.
"Open the gate now!" Sycil growled. But the native shut the hatch then ran off yelling in the native language. Enraged Sycil and his bodyguard slashed at the walls and smashed the gateway open, the native warriors were armed with primative spears and shields made of bones one foolish warrior charged at the dark lord but was stopped by a sword to the throat then ripped the blade free.
"Who is next?" Sycil chuckled readying his weapons.
"STOP!" A voice boomed, Sycil looked up and saw a native in a large bone headress and robes.
"I am head of the joco tribe. I will offer you a tribute if you leave us." The Chieftan yelled.
"If you wish." Sycil said bowing his head.
"I offer my daugther. She will be yours if you leave." The Chieftan said pulling his daugther towards the door way she was a thin build, pale skin and red hair.
"Your gift is perfect lord i accecpt." Sycil said as he walked the steps to claim his new prize, as he reached the top he walked to the chieftan and smashed both the native's knees.
"But I must pass my judgement on you before I let you life!" The dark lord laughed as he placed his hand over the primative human's head, in protest the other men of the tribe tried to save their leader but Sycil's warriors stopped them in their tracks.
"Hmmmmm you have a dark past but you believe me to be a daemon....I wish it was that simply. You sentence death, i will let your waste fear take you!" Sycil laughed as he began to open his helmet from it dark shadows flooded from it and all that could be heard was a dark echoing laugh of Sycil, suddenly from the shadows a large daemonic talon shot from the helmet and grabbed the chieftan's head and dragged it into the helmet, Sycil's helmet slammed shut decapitaing the chieftan. In terror the chieftan's daugther tried to run along with the rest of the tribe but before she could get away Sycil grabbed her.
"Don't forget your father's last words! Kill the men take the women!" Sycil order as he dragged the young woman to the transport waiting outside. In the cave the screams of terror and the ruby drops of blood covered the walls, the dark warriors had their prizes.

"Zog me, dats wun tuff spikeyboy..." Lootbagz exhaled. Watching from a small outcrop a few dozen feet from the gate, Lootbagz had witnessed the slaughter of the natives with ebbing confidence. He turned to his krew.

"Rite boyz, we're wastin' our time, nuffink to see 'ere." he pronounced cheerfully, and began marching of in the exact opposite direction.
"But...boss...wot about da stompin?"
"Deres plenty o'dat to be had elsewhere, now c'mon!"

At that moment, a roving Chaos scout transport swept overhead, banking to face the Orks.

"...Oh. 'Ello."

the sound of battle began to eb away.
'Was that.. the last of them?'
'Think so.'
'And the stormtroopers arrived in time?'
'Yeah they killed some.'
'That must be new for them. Count and bury the dead. Burn the heretics.'

As the dark lord exited the cave with his new prize, but as he dragged the woman out he saw his forces surrounding a group of large orks.
"What are you doing on this world Ork?" Sycil hissed throwing the woman to the ground and grabbing his bolter. In responce the Ork Nobz readied there weapons for a fight.
"Ah Iz take it ya da Spikeyboy boss. Wez herz for our WAAAAGH!" The Largest Ork replied.
"Well since you will have more warriors arriving and I want these Imperial dogs dead I think a little agreement will go well. I think you should have any loot you want and I'll take what I want. If not then..." Sycil said looking left then right each one of his warriors lifted their weapons towards the Orks.
"We will have to work something else out." Sycil chuckled as he grabbed his prize and threw her inside his transport.

"Well, lemmie jus' konsult me krew here..." the Orks huddled together, reminiscent of the sports of Ancient Terra.

"Well, lemmie jus' konsult me krew here..." the Orks huddled together, reminiscent of the sports of Ancient Terra.

"Right, we'z doin' this, and dats dat."
"But boss...why dont we just smashem?"
"Fink about it; if we'z pretend that we'll do wot da big spikey boy wonts, let 'im boss us about a bit, 'e'll trust us. Wen wez got our loot n' shiny gubbinz, we'll call down the rest of da boyz and DEN we smashem!"

Lootbagz turned on his heel to readress the Chaos lord.

"Sure fing den, Mistah...err...Spikeyboy. We'z got a deal"

Seeing the corpses surrounding them, Sorjik turned to the Stormtroopers about him. They were exhausted and covered in blood like him, but showed the resilience and magnificence of humanity at it's finest.
"Men, I need to speak with you in private. Could we proceed inside?"

" Really now, well if you have such a need for it lead the way sir" came the reply from the pale trooper whi went by the name of Fenrir. Inside the closed vox link his squad shared he issued orders.

The soldiers slumped back into the building, into the largest cell available and shut the door.
"We have confirmation of Daemons on this planet as well as these forces. This is to be kept between the authorities that know; that is Space Marines, Inquisition agents, officers of Lieutenant or higher in the Imperial Guard, and anybody which has been judged as worthy of having this information."

'Casualties?'
'Eight men, 3 wounded, but nothing the medic can't fix.'
'Not bad. Get the men back on their posts.'
'yes sir.'
'Hemsky, have you reported to the Colonel?'
'Yes sir. They are pulling back Platoon Beta to send them to aid us.'
'Finally some good news around here.'

"Daemons? Have you been huffing paint! So you decided to tell us AFTER a metric ton of heretics tried to ambush us out in the wastes and after they attemted to overrun this sorry place!"

"I apologize. This information has only been recently dispatched, an hour ago at most. We have systems to deal with this, and as this is so urgent, we couldn't communicate through the registrars to get the information through in time. It is very rare that we administer information directly, but the situation calls for it. We cannot predict these."

"I see...Well in that case, consider yourself a friend of us all" Fenrir said and grinned. Picking a Ilho stick out of his pocket he lost himself in his thoughts for a few precious seconds.
he heard their new friend depart and turned to his men.
"Okay boys and girls! I want a evaluation on enemy troops and armament. And I also want someone to bring whoever calls them self commander around here in so I can meet him!"

This thing still open? I'm pretty busy, I can't promise I'll be able to post more than a few times a week, perhaps I could just be a scout or something, nothing too much...

"Very well, sergeant."
The Stormtrooper appeared lost in thought. He was pulling out some sort of compacted food bar. Sorjik never had really taken to the synthetic food of normal humans; the chapter very rarely served it anyway, due to the lack of sustenance.

Sorjik departed the room quickly. He began communicating through the vox on his way to the lieutenant.
"Are there any Space Marines near the prison? Is Scout Squad Arnor returning?"
The clearly recognizable voice of his sergeant came through the speaker.
"Negative. We're investigating a nearby convoy of Chimeras. We can't obtain any information about them. Keep it silent until further notice. The people who need to know are informed."
"Understood, sergeant. Estimated time of return?"
"No idea."
Sorjik flicked it back off and met the lieutenant.

Lieutenant Dexter had just returned to the prison and had made sure the patrols were doubled, when the scout approached him.
'You fought well. Anyways, I don't think you're here for talking about how good a fighter we all are. So, speak.'
He nodded.

"I've told the Stormtroopers. My squad will be delayed."

Name: Jarges
Age: 152
Bio: A Warp Spider exarch, Jarges risks his life in the most effective yet most risky type of eldar combat, and is more than happy to be killed by any enemy but the daemons of She Who Thirsts. He will destroy any enemy he comes across.
Equipment: Normal Warp Spider equipment.
Weapons: Web Spinners, Blades
Appearance:


Edit: Are there any other eldar yet?