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The PDF squads will need to re-organised :(

Working on it, I assure you. I've not had as much time on Dakka recently as I'd have liked for various reasons.

Ah wth. I read a post from Scrazza and Faunt and now those are..gone? DAMN. THE. LAG.

Anyway, this post may or may not clear the lag away. 3rd usually does.


@Scrazza - I may have to kill Ludd's character, along with a few of the other veterans.

Also, no reply from Ghosty yet.. but he usually comes on at the weekend I believe, so we shall see then.

One more try...

Edit: Yeah 4th time is doing it for me at the minute.

ooooh lets all comeup with tasty ways to kill off ludd!!! Can I do it, can I do it, can I do it???!!!

DAMN THE LAG!

Why of course you can('t) Scrazza! Haw haw harwww.

C'MON GUYS! GET YOUR CHARACTERS UP SO I CAN CONSIDER POSSIBLY DOING A RE-KICKSTART POST. Rarr

I may be groovy for da kill'en

Commissar NIkev wrote:I may be groovy for da kill'en

Yeahh! More fodder for the cult! Ahahahaha... yes, well you just go and make a character and I'll prepare the chamber for the initiation of blood..

So, in a theoretically optimal situation, the players for this RP could be:

Darkvoidof40k
Great Unclean One
Littlelordfauntleroy
CommissarNIkev
Scrazza
Cadet Commissar Ludd
Asherian Command
7. Healthy number

K', here goes nothing:
Character name: Jakob Krius.
Character age: 25
Character profession: Trooper in PSF
Character personality: A bit of a maverick-dislikes taking orders, you can give him a stick and tell him to kill the mammoth but you can't tell him how. Doesn't play well with others.
Character appearance: (Apologies for lack of picture) Average height, medium length straight brown hair, causican compexion, green eyes.
Character equipment: Knife (x2), autopistol, Shotgun (15 shells), 1 krak grenade, Carapace armour equivilant, full face helmet, strip of chain.
Character bio/background story: Jakob never knew his father; though, his mother told him he died warding off a pirate attack before he was born. Jakob's mother worked in a Blacksmith, which he intended to make his proffesion. However, tragically his mother was killed in a crossfire between rival gangs, convincing Jakob to oin the Police. Jakob has been a member for a long time now, long enough to earn the nickname "Havoc" amongst his compatriots for his...interesting methods of problem solving.

Accepted, naturally. I will scour the internet at a later date to find a picture.

I can see what I can do....

^I can't.

Anyway, I've just re-read the entire thread (Well, skim-read).

So hopefully later: EVENT!

//spoilerz//
'Kob to the rescue.

Character name: Ezekiel Jundland
Character age: 52
Character profession: Priest
Character personality: No nonsense towards most people but has a soft spot for young people as he can see
their innocence and naivety as good for the cynical and bitter generations.
Character appearance: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=warrior priest&order=9&offset=24#/d1q3e9c
Character equipment: Axe, Broad sabre, Carapace armour equivalent, full face helmet, knife, stubber pistols (2).
Character bio/background story: Ezekiel grew up on a merchant ship travelling between small colonies and supply depots.
Pirates came to fear the 'Railway' as not one raider group seemed to come back from it alive. Ezekiel left to become
a personal bodyguard to the merchants on Tannerith, before he saw the corruption raging though the merchant lanes
and left to join the Eccleisarchy.

Hmph. No-one seems to want to be a soldier in RPs anymore.. Tut tut.. you'll all soon see the error of your ways. Hurr hurr.
Accepted, Wolfy.

All of you, feel free to keep on RPing, and we shall see if I can manage to write a short event.



Oh, and..
THEY'RE NOT POLICE OR ARBITES, PEOPLE! THEY'RE THE PSF!

PLAYER EVENT

A wild shot blew out a large hole in the crate Niall was sheltering behind, and he swore quietly to himself. He risked a glance over the crate, and managed to spot five robed men closing in before he instinctively ducked down from their weapons fire.
"Three, two, one.." Roger counted.
"What?" Niall queried.
But it was too late. The frag was loose, and Niall smugly listened to the short-lived sounds of frantic movement, followed by a bang and a wet, squelching sound.
"Well damn, I never thought of that," Niall thought aloud, as he got up to survey Roger's handy-work. The 'nade had landed right in the middle of them - the cultists hadn't stood a chance. "Surely the Emperor guided your hand, Huston," he said, a grin playing on his face.
"And thank Terra he did," Roger replied.
Their celebrations at this turn of events was cut short as the unmistakable, unescapable bark of an automatic rifle firing broke the quiet. Time seemed to slow to a crawl when the law-upholders spun to look behind themselves. Niall had half turned around when his back was raked with dozens of bullets. His body spasmed, and as time suddenly rushed back to full speed, Roger watched shocked as his new friend crumpled to the ground, blood welling up in numerous bullet-wounds on his back. Recovering quickly, he rolled into cover whilst simultaneously drawing his shotgun from his back.
"You're gonna pay for that you cultist gak!" He shouted at the gunman up on the walkway. There was some reply in a heretic tongue, and Roger spat his disgust to the floor - an invisible gesture of loathing at the cultist. "I'll see your head on a spike!" He roared.

~~~

The chimera rumbled full speed downtown. Jakob Krius held his shotgun, running his hand along its sturdy frame reassuring him. He looked about himself at his unti: seven rookies fresh from 'boot camp', fast-marched into the city's PSF command building and lumped with him as an instructor. Jakob promised himself he'd have a word with Commissioner Neikt. But all that mattered right now was the mission. Civilians had reported hearing gunshots after seeing a Planetary Security Force squad go into a warehouse, and they hadn't returned. It was Neikt's job to go and check it out. He pulled himself up into the turret cupola at the driver's notification of the nearness of their destination. Jakob almost smiled at the idea of seeing some action for once when he saw a host of armed people in blue and gold-trimmed robes running into the side entrance of the warehouse. He pulled himself out onto the roof of the vehicle, and jumped down while it was still in motion. By the time the surprised recruits had begun stumbling cautiously out of the APC, Jakob had already disappeared into the building.

"Where's the sarge going, Preacher?" Cadet Ralf asked.
"To confront the enemies of the Emperor! Exactly where we should be! Forward, with blades of righteous fire shall we purge these degenerate heretics!" Roared Ezekiel Jundland as he ran, zealous belief infusing his ageing body with strength - the rabble of Cadet-enforcers hurrying after him.

Right, everyone involved in the RP PM me what you want your characters to do, and when everyone has sent me a message, I will write up the conclusion to the player event. The involved players are:

Asherian_Command
Littlelordfauntleroy
fallen_wolfborn

Oooh, I hoped i could get involved. Is my character still at the governer's palace?

Scrazza wrote:Oooh, I hoped i could get involved. Is my character still at the governer's palace?

I think so.. Damn. for fives. Say goodbye to the cultist.
*Roger fires his shotgun several times into the cultist. Breaching the cultist's 'Armor', with realtive ease.
Roger stood up the automatic fire had stalled. He looked down at Naill. "We need a medic NOW! Officer down! Officer down!"
Roger held the wound on Niall's back. Applying as much pressure as he could.

Methinks you never did quite get the point of the events, Ash.

I was like wondering if I could join.

Um, apparently I'm dead... uh oh

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Methinks you never did quite get the point of the events, Ash.

Yeah i do. I'm holding onto ludd's character for my dear life and shooting randomly. at the Cultist.

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:Um, apparently I'm dead... uh oh

Well damn. You return when I kill off your character!

Don't worry, I'll make sure he lives with my magic DM powers.

Asherian Command wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Methinks you never did quite get the point of the events, Ash.

Yeah i do. I'm holding onto ludd's character for my dear life and shooting randomly. at the Cultist.

No, not in that way. I mean as in you send me a private message, detailing what you want your character to do, but not writing it in IC format. That's down to me.

Like, for example, you could say that you want Roger to advance, whilst firing suppressive bursts from his gun, and calling in for backup or whatever. Then I'd actually write it out.


I may well just write up the event conclusion now, as there seems little that any of you can do. Although most of you have already PM'd me .

OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG! Ludd is allive.

Dammit, he killed the hitman I sent after him.

Scrazza wrote:OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG! Ludd is allive.

Dammit, he killed the hitman I sent after him.

Nah dude, my man killed your man. It totally works like that.

I mean yeah.. maybe it was a tad bit on the unfair side of things.. what with your man being a drunk from downtown with a broken bottle of wine versus an inconceivably powerful warp entity conjured up from the darkest depths of my nightmare mind which is a realm unto itself. It was also armed with frag grenades.

Now.. back to da RP..

NO!
nobody can kill MR. KITTY! Hitman from hell!

PLAYER EVENT continuation

Roger leapt to his feet and volted the stack of crates he'd moments before been sheltering behind, firing his shotgun from his hip as he did so. An approaching cultist crumpled - it's torso barely more than a bloody mess. He dived to the floor as a second servant of the Ruinous Powers lamely fired a pistol, and he kicked out with his right leg, sending the cultist to the floor. Like a tiger, he pounced on his prey, and pummelled the barrel of his shotgun into the cultist's face, leaving it a bloody mess. He was awoken from his vengeant blows by the bang of an autopistol firing, but luckily for him his assailant was a bad aim and the shot recocheted from his body armour. Flipping onto his back, he fired his shotgun, and his venerable weapon claimed another victim. Suddenly shots were flying through every square centimetre of air, bullets shredding crates and recocheting off metal containers and other hard items in storage here. Seeking cover, he scrampled over to take refuge behind a large metal barrel. Little did he notice the WARNING notice printed on the other side of it, followed by HIGHLY FLAMMABLE.

Vengra crept towards the enforcer, his curled dagger at the ready. When he was within striking range, he surged forward, his approach having been masked by the sound of gunfire. He placed one hand over his targets' mouth, and quick as a flash the dagger was hovering mere centimetres from the PSFs' throat. The man reacted quickly, surprisingly so, and a shouder slammed into Vengra's stomach, knocking the air out of him. Next thing he knew, the mans' other hand had grabbed his dagger arm, and the security enforcer reared up and pulled, sending the cultist flying over his target's head and crashing into the barrel of fuel. Looking up, Vengra found himself staring down the barrel of a shotgun. As the pitiful escuse for a human's life ended before him at the end of his bload-splattered shotgun, Roger glanced around, seeking the cause of all the commotion and gunfire. A team of Security Enforcers, led by a fiery priest, who were exchanging shots with the dug-in cultists. Then Roger noticed a lone figure flanking the cultists; quietly and unnoticed. Roger raised an eyebrow, impressed. It was either a brave, insanely reckless or foolish man who attempted to take on several dozen armed hostiles who were behind cover. Luckily, Roger was here too. I guess that just about makes it a fair fight, then, he thought with a grin.

But before he could move, the gunman who'd shot Niall got him, and the inconvieniantly placed fuel barrel, in his gunsight. The cultist grinned with savish delight as he pulled the trigger.


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Ahahaha, unfinished event, present you with I do! I'll finish it some other time.. until then, happy..er..whatever it is you people do.

Character name: Chazzick Ordain
Character age: 32
Character profession: Sergent
Character personality: Free spirited Sergent that trusts his squad and demands the upmost respect and disipline. He didn't get Sergent by licking a fools boot.
Character appearance: Short Dark Brown Hair
Character equipment: Shot-gun, two compact autopistols,and Dual Ceremonial Power Daggers passed down in his family line.
Character bio/background story: He was born into a wealthy family but not having the wanted traits was disliked and put down by his parents and family. Seeking their love and respect he joined the Planetary Security Force to prove his worth, though, he is growing to despise them for the way they have treated him. Just because he wasn't born with the family's Teal Hair.