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YEAAA!!!! almost 500 Posts with this one!

meh.....this is mostly to get my 500th Post......

HUZZZAHH!!!!

Lol, stormtrooper. Although it just so happens I've seen that one before anyway lol! Ah well.

Had intended to post this on friday, but there we go... I'll try to post more about Jansen tomorrow - hopefully we can get this RP going again. I don't want it to end up like Rogue Trader RP (which was awesome btw, and it was a shame to see it die...)

BIC:

11 squadrons of Valkarie dropships burst though the acrid smoke caused by the destroyed Hellhammer, the engines spluttering as the carbon residue built up inside them. Many of the guardsmen inside had already been dropped off, and were fighting through the Gaunts to get to the Rendezvous point. Resistance was unusually light, with most of the swarm in that area either dead or in disarray. It wouldn’t be long before the Hive Tyrant re-exerted its control on them however, and the company would need to reach the drop zone before that happened. Colonel Scott of Gamma company had already dropped, and had begun clearing out the remains of the Tyranids at the main drop site, his command squad erecting a makeshift address platform near the remains of the ruined tank. After seeing what happened, the Colonel fully intended to commend the brave Tank commander to the high command – and petition for him to be given a posthumous medal of the Greater Champion of the Sanctified Explosion, A* class (sorry, it was the best I could come up with using those letters).

But that was past now, and he had a battle to join. The various squads that made up his company had assembled, and the Colonel stepped up to the address platform:

“Men! We stand today as liberators – men of honour, and justice! But beyond that hill lies the vile scum that is the Tyranids, and we shall see them fall! Move out men!”

As the Guardsmen traversed the ruined city, the sounds of an intense gunfight could be heard from ahead. Navigating to a better viewpoint, the Guardsmen could see a massive battle taking place.

"Looking out across the battle, Nikev turned to the newly anointed squad leader. "Vanole, do you know the way to the Med-station from here?"

"Yes Sir, We are not far from it now."

"Good, I want you to take my squad that carries our wounded to the med-station."

"But Sir, Those guardsmen need our help. We cannot simply leave the-"

"You will not leave them." NIkev said, interrupting the sergeant revving his chainsword. "NUCIANS! CHARGE THEM NOW WITH THE FURY OF OUR LADY!"

Hearing their charging cry, the Nucians with Nikev charged down toward the fight below, leaving the Naruke PDF and the Nucian Wounded to leave for the HQ.

OOC:
So are we going to add the Tau?

OOC: tau tau tau tau tau tau pelvic thrusting tau tau tau tau

Dastardly Dave wrote:Greater Champion of the Sanctified Explosion, A* class (sorry, it was the best I could come up with using those letters).

I lol'd, once i got what you where getting at!
nice!

OOC: Just to give myself a change of scene; I once tried to start them you know. But then those marines... The shiny, shiny marines...

BIC:
Shas'el Cor'us'va scanned the area, looking at the redouts from his battlesuits' multi-spectral lenses. He identified so many targets, he almost couldn't pick one. Then he remembered, for now atleast, the Humans were their allies, although from bitter experience he knew it would not last long...
"Shas'la, form up! Flanking positions - move! Skyray, wait for the pathfinder's markerlight signal on the large beasts, prime your missiles! Battlesuits, engage jump packs! Target the swarm with burst cannons and Flamers, the larger beasts with plasma rifles and missile pods. Go!"

The battlesuits' jetpacks roared into life, and the Tau flew from their concealed position into the thick of it. Their weapons brought down the meagre Tyranid force by the dozens, for no casualties in return - so far. A warrior leaped up at Cor'us, but he manoevered out of the way, and as it landed back on the ground he blew it apart with a missile. "Shas'el, loo-Argghhhh!" came the voice of Shas'vre Tor'hun'pel, a good friend of the Shas'el's. A raging Carnifex had pummeled him, and was ripping his suit to shreads. "Stealthsuits, now!" He ordered, and immediately six figures 'appeared' behind the carnifex, all armed with Fusion blasters. And blast away they did, the Carnifex, formidable though it was, was no match for the concentrated firepower, and fell. But just as the Stealthsuits turned, they were overwhelmed by a carpet of Ripper swarms. Additionally, the three Fire warrior squads had been doing a good job of keeping the Termagants at bay, but now they were assailed by Hormagaunts in the dozens, and were falling rapidly. He turned as he heard a massive roar from behind him, and saw a looming Hive Tyrant, its form slick with the blood of Tau. Just then, he saw a little red light imbetween its eyes, and he smiled. The creature seemed to notice something too, but began to charge nonetheless. The Shas'el engaged his jet pack and flew upwards, above the Tyrant, just as three missiles screamed into the things' face. In a large explosion of ichor and gore, the top of the Hive Tyrant exploded, and the rest of its massive form fell to the ground. The remaining creatures were in disarray, but still Cor'us'va had lost atleast three dozen Tau, most of his force. "Fall back, the Humans can deal with the rest." And so they did - the Humans clambering over the mound only to find countless dead Tyranids, with the odd Tau corpse here or there, and glimmering sleek shapes in the distance.

Jansen roared his defiance with the rest of the company as the tide of tyranids swarmed ever closer, the chittering of their claws carried on the wind and could be heard even over the thunder of the basalisks behind them.

The cannons had been battering the swarm for hours, but they were without number, and although the cannons had thinned the swarm slightly, the battle could only be won in the bloody mess of massed firepower. The company had that as well of course - 1000 lasgun armed guardsmen as well as the 2000 they had reinforced was no small number, and when the time came, the sheer volume of lasers would create enough heat to fry many of the tyranids. However, if they got past the long line of sandbags that marked the start of thier defense, it would all be over, and the world would be lost. To Jansen, standing with the command squads atop the ruins at the rear of the force, the battle seemed futile: there were just too many of the damn things.

Narko, Saneal and Karish stood next to him, watching the Tyranids advance. Seargeant Karish had been entrusted with the Banner of the 4th Company, and it fluttered proudly above their heads, filling the men around them with defiance.

Colonel Carc, of the Cadian 172nd 4th Company, who was in overall command glanced at the swarm of tyranids, judging the distance. He raised the vox to his mouth and spoke: "This is Colonel Carc. In the name of the Emperor, All units open fire!"

Thin red lines shot towards the mass of tyranids, and the killing began, bugs dying in droves. Yet still they came, there would be no escape.

There was hope though, if the other companies had won their battles to the East, then reinforcements were possible, but no-one would no about it until they were within 5 miles, as the Shadow blocked all long range vox broadcasts. Rumour had it, as well, that what was left of the Space Marines on Naruke were on their way as well.

This then, would be the final battle, and the fate of the entire planet rested on the outcome...

Yet still the lasguns sounded.

OOC: Right, I've set things up, all that needs to happen now is for the various elements of the RP to come together, and we can wind this thing up. If the different players can write in their entry to the battle, and then when all seems lost, the death of the hive tyrant written about above can happen, and the tyranids can go into dissarray, ready to be mopped up by the remaining forces and the incoming Tau. There may or may not be a fight between the Imperials and the Tau, we shall see what people think. Anyway, just write yourselves into the main battle, and we'll see what happens.

OOC: Wait....are you stating here that we are all together already?

OOC: There can be more than one Hive Tyrant... one old enough to ultimately in charge would've been harder to kill. Also, yes, we should wrap this RP up. If there is another part to it, then it should be in a new thread. But this one has just lost its appeal now... and with me heading two RPs of my own...

Anyways, I don't like the idea of making previous posts take place after more recent ones.

And... um, what's left of the astartes is already in the capitol, defend it with all its might.....

Basically, guys, I will most likely not post anything on here IC today, and probably not until next weekend when I can think propally.

OOC: no, only it feels like this RP is beginning to come to a close, so I set up a big battle that everyone can come and join.

Dastardly Dave wrote:OOC: no, only it feels like this RP is beginning to come to a close, so I set up a big battle that everyone can come and join.

They have a choice?

I guess not, but if there's more than one hive tyrant, someone will need to kill it, who's it going to be?

OOC: I guess it'll be assumed that most forces were pushed back to one location. I'll game with it.....as long as I can RP an awesome last stand for my guys.


Nikev ran to the line, looking back and forth on the line he yelled "SHOOT BETTER YOU PATHETIC EXCUSES FOR IMPERIAL TROOPERS!" Nikev began blasting with his Bolt pistol. "I BETTER NOT DIE BECAUSE YOU CAN'T SHOOT STRAIGHT YOU BASTARDS!" Nikev reloaded after a spent clip and paused for a moment, looking down at the guardsmen next to him. Jumping down briefly Nikev pulled the mans Las-pistol from its holster" Thanks Trooper" Nikev said as he jumped back up.

Now, firing with two pistols, Nikev was dealing twice the amount of death, although it still was not helping as much as he wanted. As the Horde grew ever closer Nikev wished he had more time to fight for his lady. If only there were some way he could continue the search. Dieing on a planet like this was not how he wanted to go,but, He'd be damned if he went lightly.

Reloading his weapons, Nikev thought about his Nucians and how he had failed them. He had lost good men on this pitiful planet. No, he told himself, our end will not be here.

"FIGHT HARDER DAMN YOU ALL! DON'T YOU DARE FAIL THE EMPEROR!" Nikev roared as he continued blasting.

OOC: Idk who'll do it.....we don't have a super heavy tank so pulling an AFI is out
hm.....Afi

Commissar NIkev wrote:OOC: Idk who'll do it.....we don't have a super heavy tank so pulling an AFI is out
hm.....Afi

Pulling an afi.....Epic
this made me lol

Vera stalks around the ruined city, far away from the guard he was surposed to get out of this rock of a planet, he calls on the voxcaster.
"Brothers, where are you, this is Vera in the city, respond"
the vox replies with nothing but static as he slams his fist into the side of a building, causing the wall to crack and crumble down, revealing a small room, and two strangly familiar marines playing an ancient game of somekind involving cards, and a speeder bike up against the wall, vera sighs, obviously not noticed by his battle brothers.

As both marines place their cards down, still oblivious to their comander, a loud roar echo's throughout the city, Vera sighs.
"great, just what we need, kais what do you rekon that is?"

Leroy jumps at the voice of the comander, seeming startled where as kais was as calm and collected as always, and seemed to be surrounded by a wall of chips (playing chips).

kais shook his head. "well, sir, tell me, how do you feel about a hive tyrant?"

Vera sunk his face into the palms of his power armour clad hands. "oh gods..... i thought this would be an easy mission, oh well, Leroy, start up the bike, i have a job for you"

Leroy slowly manages to pick himself up from the floor, not hearing what Kais said so he thought it would be something easy, but he was so wrong.

OOC: Leroy Jenkins time?

OOC: I'm not liking this idea of a scout killing a Hive Tyrant.... oO

BIC:

Commissar Nikev blasted away with his pistols, but almost simultaniously both weapons ran out of ammo. His ammunition was spent. It didn't even matter; the 'Nids had reached them now. Drawing his chainsword, Nikev roared his displeasure at the xenos scum. "Come on then, you pieces of sh--gaahh!" Nikev was taken aback, as when he was just getting up a Hormagaunt had leaped on him, knocking him down. It raised a viscious talon, and it came arcing down, but was narrowly deflected by the flak armour - leaving a jagged mark across the flak jacket. Nikev raised his sword, and slammed it into the side of the creature. It screamed in pain, but brought its head down, jagged teeth snapping. The Commissar moved his head to one side, to avoid having his nose ripped off, as he struggled with the thing. Just then, the beast withdrew, it was slowly rising above him - it was writhing angrily, and then a chainsword burst out through its exoskeleten that "protected" its chest - covering the Commissar with ichor and guts. The wriggling stopped, and the chainsword withdrew. A massive form discarded the Tyranid, and looked down. "Careful Commissar, I'm getting sick of holding the hands of all you guardsmen" Arkus Pallemon said, a grin on his face as he extended a hand to help Nikev up. Looking the Space Marine up and down (though mostly up) Commissar Nikev saw that the giants' armour was slick with the blood of Human and Tyranid alike. "The outer defenses have been overrun, most of the first line are dead - we're falling back to the second defense line. Captain Lathem and his thirty remaining Red Scorpions are waiting there along with five hundred remaining PDF's" Arkus reported. The two heroes glanced about at the sound of an alien shriek, and hurriedly fell back to the next line of defense.

"We cannot win! RUN!" Shouted a guardsmen trying to get away from the falling back line.

Nikev sprinted so he was right alongside him "What is your name boy?"
"Private Jaoka" Jaoka said without paying attention.
"Pray I don't find you when we WIN this fight you Coward!"

Nikev stopped running alongside the boy and picked up a fallen las-gun. He began firing behind the line, covering the retreating guardsmen. "RUN FASTER YOU BASTARDS!" Nikev yelled as he put round after round into the horde until his clip was dry. Dropping the gun, Nikev ran with the last few guardsmen in the line. He could hear the claws digging into the ground as the Xenos attempted to gain ground on the Guardsmen and tear them limb from limb.

Nikev could just see the line. As he and the guardsmen were but mere meters from the line, the ground began to shake. O, no. Not again Nikev thought as the ground erupted from under the The Group of retreating guardsmen and threw them to all sides. Some flew back to the horde that was getting ever closer, becoming blood-crazed for imperial blood. Others where thrown to the line, smashing into fellow guardsmen as they landed. Nikev was thrown to the side with two other guardsmen who rolled and skidded to a harsh halt.

"For the Emperors sake!" Arkus yelled, looking back at the carnage. "I don't have another bloody rhino for you this time, you damned xenos!" Arkus screamed defiantly at the Trygon. He then ran to join the defense lines, and, setting his chainsword to rest on his knee, held his boltgun steady in two hands. The Red Scorpions heavy weapons fire all opened up, and within half a minute or so the Trygon was down. But there was a lot more than one Trygon to come... although the small group of space marines defending behind hastily erected Aegis defense lines. The anvil was ready for the hammer to fall. But would the anvil crack?

As Nikev smashed into the ground and skidded to a stop, he could hear the Roar of the beast that had knocked him down. Damned Xenos Nikev thought as he arose from the ground, looking for his Chainsword. It was nowhere in sight, there, a few meters from him his chainsword lay. As he ran for it, the line opened up on the Mawloc, men were shouting in fear and anger as they blasted away with their hundreds of las-guns.

As the Mawloc fell, the Horde was ever more closer, as Nikev rejoined the line with the other stragglers he could clearly see the Broodlord. Towering over the Horde it was impossible to miss. Nikev assumed that it had come out for the final assault. "ALL SMALLER WEAPONS FOCUS OF THE HORDE! ANYTHING BIGGER THAN A LAS-GUN KILL THAT PHEWSHIN BASTARD!" Nikev shouted into his Micro bead.

As Nikev unloaded with his 'acquired' las-pistol he stood alongside the Nucians, Arkus, Jansen, Vera, and Leroy he wondered if this was it. Is this really the end he asked himself. "NO!" Nikev shouted in defiance "YOU SHALL NOT TAKE US! ALL GUARDSMEN! KILL'EM! KILL'EM ALL!". A thunderous reply came back, some where screams of anger, some of pain, but most was full of fear for the comming slaughter.


OOC: I hope everyone is cool with me putting everyone together for that Bad-Ass final stand.

OOC: Ehh... I'll post something later.

OI! I think someone should post again....I can't post after a post of mine......

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Ehh... I'll post something later.

Guys! I'll post next! Gotsme an epic plan, so I'd appreciate it if you all waited.

ok.....we shall wait...........but we've been waiting for a while........

++Thirty minutes later++

Teepol walked into the command room. The six figures seated around the table stopped talking and glanced up as he entered. Sweat ran down the back of his neck. He stumbled as the building shook, taking another hit from the Tyranids' bombardments.
"Well son, what's the news? How're we doing on the front?"
Teepol gulped.
The building shuddered under impact again.
"Well.." Teepol began, glancing nervously around.
"Speak up lad!"
"Well, it's not good sirs. As you know, the comms system is down.."
"That's why we're sitting here waiting for you to speak, you fool! What's the situation!"
Thump. A huge figure, taking up the full breadth of the double door, walked in. His armour was slick with blood and alien ichor. He carried a revving chain weapon that was slick with gore that was dripping slowly to the floor.
"I'll tell you the situation!" Arkus bellowed.
"This building is the last defense still standing! Our number is only several hundred! We have less than two dozen astartes left and our vehicles are all but depleted!"
There was some uncomfortable shuffling amongst the Generals and leaders. "We must evacuate!" one of them called.
Arkus chuckled. "No, you fool. We cannot evacuate. Even if you could somehow get to a ship - if there is even any left out there in one piece - you'd never get it a mile into the sky. Have you even seen how many Tyranids there are? No, I think not. You've all just been sitting in your little comfy homes while men fight and die out there for you, hoping that they'll eventually win. Well, we're not winning."

OOC: There you go. I know I've moved it on a lot, but seems like it's fitting. Klawz doesn't seem to care much about this thread anymore, so IMO Naruke is probably gonna be lost :/.

I'm sure we'll all escape somehow, however. Trust me, I'm very sure. *shifty eyes*


C'MON YA XENOS

First y'all want me to post. Now y'all ain't postin'.

C'MON!!!!!!

And don't even ask about the Teepol thing...