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Dark ad-mech?

I am currently suffering from lack of ideas .
Hmm should i give M some additinal skitaari?

edit new page!

Im out of ideas!

black templar wrote:Im out of ideas!

Not to worry, I have an event in the works! I'm in the pre-development phase.

thank the emperor.

black templar wrote:Im out of ideas!

So am I!
Luckily Darko is to the rescue by the sound of it!

Arken, me and you need to think of ideas since we are together.

Take it to PM, guys. We need to watch the clutter on this one.

Sorry!

ok

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:Sorry!

black templar wrote:ok

"Nah, it's okay kiddies.."

*quietly loads Boltgun*

*evil smile*

I liek boltguns!

So, when is this "Event"?

And where did you get my Boltgun?

Chowderhead wrote:So, when is this "Event"?

And where did you get my Boltgun?

I infiltrated your network of heretics and stole it. I then used it to kill your network of heretics. And if you turn around riiiight about now.. *bang*

Event will be later this week I believe.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:So, when is this "Event"?

And where did you get my Boltgun?

I infiltrated your network of heretics and stole it. I then used it to kill your network of heretics. And if you turn around riiiight about now.. *bang*

Event will be later this week I believe.

HERESY?!?!?!???!!

PLAYER EVENT: DEATH FROM ABOVE - PART 1

Major Mortensen sighed heavily as he looked out across the massive, open battlefield that was now filled with craters, smoking vehicle wrecks and choked with the corpses of hundreds, their blood mixing together in disgusting pools. The medicae had insisted that he remain in the medical tent for a few hours, but he had declined, knowing that his men needed him and he had only suffered a flesh wound anyway - a slugga round had grazed his left side. Accepting only a heavy dose of stims, he hurried out of the tent, leaving the howls of injured men behind him. He called his vox-man, Bern, and when the man arrived he pulled the handset from the heavy radio pack, before speaking into it. "This is Major Mortensen to all Platoon commanders, sound off!"
"This is Lieutenant Garl," "Lieutenant Charkos here sir," "Lieutenant Thomson, reporting sir!"
Mortensen waited for a few seconds, but nothing but static greeted him. He sighed heavily. "What's the status down there? Looks like all hell's come to give us a visit out there!"
"The Orks' numbers are swelling far beyond our control, we'll either all be slaughtered or all pushed back within the next hour, if that," Garl informed the Major grimly.
"I'm pretty sure Lieutenant Briggs is dead sir, I saw his unit get overrun about twenty minutes ago - the Orks broke through our lines, but my unit managed to push them back. However, we're stretched thin sir! We need reinforcements!"
Major Mortensen stood thoughtfully, "Charkos, what's your situation?"
"Well Major, I believe I sighted the Ork brute that's in charge of this horde earlier!" Charkos reported.
Now this was important. Cut off the head and the body will die - the universally accepted way of defeating an Ork horde. "Lieutenant, find that Ork and kill it! It's our only chance! I'll be with you shortly!"
"Yes sir!"

Finally, a plan of action thought Kyel Charkos. He discarded the empty pack from his Lasgun, and having used up his own ammo, leaped onto a dead Guardsman, and scavenged two fresh power packs, and he loaded one into his Lasgun. He then assembled a team of eight men from nearby; including one Melta gunner, and after briefing them on their mission they set about looking for their prey. Kyel knew, however, that finding the Ork wasn't the hard part, it was killing it that was tricky. He'd heard that these monstrous aliens could withstand even a Krak missile to the face! Vrek, Krak missiles could blow through a Chimera or even a Leman Russ, but the idea that the Ork they were trying to kill could survive a hit like that? It sent a shiver down his spine.

What Charkos didn't know however, was that Warboss Warklaw Gordakka was looking for him too. His bionic eye never lied, he knew the humie that'd busted his ride, and he was gonna find 'im and tear him apart. He felt hot impacts on his back, and he spun round to see a few Guardsmen futily trying to bring him down. "Vrek you, you ugly green bastard!" One of them shouted defiantly. Warklaw laughed loudly, and ran at them. Two Guardsmen ran, but the one that had shouted at him stood his ground, firing his rifle straight into Warklaw. The humie was so incredibly outclassed, but still he stood fighting. Even as Warklaw towered over him at double the man's height, and even as Warklaw plucked him from the ground with his power klaw and eviscerated him, the man still stood defiant. He screamed as he died, "For Ousia! Brave as a Gator--" his defiant last shout was cut short by his screaming, which quickly turned into gurgling as blood filled his throat and dripped out of his mouth as he died. Warklaw discarded the messy corpse. "Dese 'umies ain't 'fraid a' nothin' - I likes dat! Shame dey can't fight fer nuffin, though," he grumbled.

The vox was filled with the voice of Lieutenant Garl. "Garl here, Thomson's down - just saw some bloody huge Ork rip through 'im! Vrek me, he must be at least twelve foot!" He exclaimed. This didn't comfort Charkos one bit, but he knew that he would have to find this Ork. He acknowledged the information with thanks, and his team began moving in the direction of where Thomson's platoon was positioned.

Warklaw bellowed a mighty Waaagh! and he was soon surrounded by a large mob of thirty Orks who took up his warcry. A Platoon of men shouted their own battle cry in reply, defiantly swearing on the honour of their homeworld that they'd see the greenskins dead. "For Ousia!" Shouted Lieutenant Garl, vowing to avenge Thomson's brave death. With his men and the battered remains of Thomson's platoon, they charged as one, and the Orks surged forward with animalistic ferocity to meet them. Garl fired his Boltgun into the mob with practiced precision, dropping two Orks before they knew what had happened. The loud cracks of Lasguns filled his ears, complimented by the loud bangs of the Ork Sluggas. Warriors from both sides dropped in the fury of the shooting, but before long the two sides met in vicious close-combat. The Orks natural brutality met by the Ousian's rage and hatred for the greenskins. The Orks had an advantage in melee, but Garl's Platoon had risen to almost double the Orks' numbers when they had met up with the remains of Thomson's men. The fighting was furious. An Ork wielding a crude axe slashed at him, and he ducked the overhead swing, firing three bolts into its chest, which detonated inside the Ork, killing it instantly. Burk dropped next to him, his face cleaved off by an Ork choppa. Garl rammed his bayonet through the Ork's skull, killing it. All around him, the bloody fury of the close-quarters fight raged. Twenty Guardsmen had already died, and thirteen Orks had fallen. Garl turned to his left, and saw the Ork Warboss chopping and hacking left and right, killing with every blow. Mike died, his head and torso crushed beyond recognition in the Ork's claw, and Paul was smashed into the ground as the Warboss slammed his giant chain-axe down on him. Then a heart-warming cry filled the Ousian's ears, driving them to fight all the harder out of fear, respect and pride.
"Ousian's! Fight like there's no tomorrow damn your sorry arses! Give these green bastards hell, Emperor damn you! Fight harder!"
Garl smiled at the sight of Commissar Matthew, watching in awe as his crackling power sword cleaved through Orks left and right, and his Plasma pistol melted every Ork he shot. The experienced Commissar was respected by the whole regiment, and Garl would be damned if he'd fail Matthew now. He ran to his friend's side, shouldering his boltgun in favor of his own Chainsword. "What took you so long?" Matthew asked with a grim smile as he cleaved the head of an Ork. "Oh, you know, the small matter of an Ork horde!" Garl said as he cut down a charging greenskin. "We have to kill that Warboss!" Shouted Matthewson, and Garl nodded. The two company heroes turned to face the towering greenskin, who had also focussed his attention on them. With a warcry, they charged.

Darko,...That was epic.

I think I can RP this evening. I got some homework to do first.

Thank you, my humble underling.

However I must inform you, dear Scrazz, that this event may well go on for a few days(!). At least the rest of today! As I said, I'm fitting everybody's characters into this one, and what's more I'm going to throw in some monumentally massive.. ah, how shall I say.. events () into this event .

I think everyone will be pleased and in awe of my literary skills by the end of this one .

Scrazza wrote:Darko,...That was epic.

I think I can RP this evening. I got some himework to do first.

+1, can't wait for the rest.

Everyone, even my little band of merry men?

I'll PM you my expanded character sheet then

Also I can't think of much happening other than " they walked along a corridor for a while. A giant smelly ork jumped out, and then they flamed it. They carried on..."

that was epic enough for the waiting

so damn cool

[edit - @Ninja] Well I'll just point out that the less IC posts you have the weaker your plot armor is..

@ templar and Devastator - cheers dudes, but that is only just the beginning..

theres more

black templar wrote: theres more

Darkvoidof40k wrote:However I must inform you, dear Scrazz, that this event may well go on for a few days(!). At least the rest of today! As I said, I'm fitting everybody's characters into this one, and what's more I'm going to throw in some monumentally massive.. ah, how shall I say.. events () into this event .

That means we'll have to wait for about two more weeks untill we can RP again, kids.

Scrazza wrote:That means we'll have to wait for about two more weeks untill we can RP again, kids.

more like week per event so few months until more rp

*makes sad face*

Scrazza wrote:

I'll write up some more event in a bit..

*makes happy face*