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'That'll make the stormtroopers see that were on important stuff. If I may ask, why is your squad. delayed?'

"I'm afraid not. The authorities that need to know have been informed. We'll hopefully going to be able to give the information soon."
Just as Sorjik was leaving the door, he turned back, remembering something.
"Lieutenant, due to the sheer nature of this situation, Space Marines are inbound. Until other marines arrive, I must ask that I am left to coordinate forces inbound to this prison."

"Dis is borin'" grumbled Knucklehead, Lootbagz' First Mate. The Kap'n and his Nobz were crammed into one of the handful of transports provided to them by Lord Sycil. Designed for human transportation, the transports weren't suited to accommodate such large frames, forcing the Nobz to sit hunch-backed and awkward.

"I still say we shooda jus' krumped da lot of 'em" one of Sycil's troops overseeing the transport shot the Greenskin a venemous look. "An' I still say you shuld shut yer bleedin' gob, ya loudmouf git!" the Kap'n delivered a sharp blow to Knucklehead's jaw, silencing the Ork. "Sorry boss, we'z just not 'ad a decent scrap in ages! It wuld'av been fun, dats all..."

"As much as I agrees wiv ya, Knu'klead, er...no offence or anyfink" Lootbagz gestured to the Guard, who glared back distainfully, "But we'z made a deal, and we gotta do da right fing and 'onour it".

Silence ensued.

Followed by snickers.

Chuckling.

The whole transport shook with raucous laughter.

OOC: Welcome I see I now have some Eldar to rape >: D.

BIC: Sycil could hear the Orks laughing in the next transport, the loud bloody greenskins but an ally is and ally even if they will betray him sometime.
"Can we just smash the brutish creature's skull in my lord?" One of the bodyguards asked turning to he dark master.
"In time. But first let them have their taste of battle, then they will bring the rest of their force but we will have more to battle with." Sycil replied as he grabbed his prize and dragged her towards the exit ramp.
"We are back my lord." The driver said stopping the transport. The pistons on the ramp hissied as they openned and the dark warriors exited aswell as the Orks, Sycil dragged his new prize to his tent and he warriors dragged their rizes to the pleasure pits.
"Oi Spikeyboy! Werz my loot!" The Large ork yelled. Sycil groaned, threw his prize in his tent and walked to the ork.
"Go to the Armoury they will give you some autocannons!"

The storm troopers whose numbers had been increased by the arrival of two other fire teams now numbers almost two hundred men, now turned their attention from defense to offensive actions. Well all but their sergeant and his two aids who still awaited the lieutenant.
The three towering troopers used sheer intimidation and the promise of brutal death to anyone who barr their way.
Fenrir grabbed the shaking trooper who acted as the lieutenants aid " Find that grox lover and get him here before I gut you and any other traitorous bastard who dares to wear the uniform of the Guard!"

OOC: 200 stormtroopers?!

 BlapBlapBlap wrote:
OOC: 200 stormtroopers?!

Where does it say this? 200 is a bit over the top, you could take a out my troops with that many.

EDIT: At the risk of sounding hypocritical, what with my WAAAGH! incident, I agree that 200 stormtroopers seems a bit OP Unless he meant a mix of stormies and general guardsmen?



"Wot?! Dese are pansy gunnz!" the Orks swept the weapons aside, and began rummaging through the armoury tent.

"Flimsy, pansy, krap...hey boss, wots dis?"
Lootbagz looked over and stared at the boy in awe. "Gimmie dat!" he ran over, snatched the weapon from the meagre (in comparison) Greenskin and pushed him to the floor.

"Wot duz it do, boss?"
"Well, dere's only wun way tah find out..."

A searing bolt of bright blue plasma shot through the canvas of the tent, carrying on into a group of Chaos troops, blowing their steaming bodies everywhere. A brief moment of stillness followed. The Orks gazed out of the singed hole, in shock of the accidental damage they'd caused. Laughter ensued, all within the tent booming in hysterics. All except the Kap'n. "Shut it, ladz!" his voice easily rose over the laughter. He pulled the boy he'd just floored up to his feet and thrust the Plasma Gun into his hands, just as a group of guards rushed in. "Who is responsible for this?!" the guard at the head of the group yelled.

The Orks remained silent for a second, before the unfortunate boy bearing the Plasma Gun was shoved to the front of the group. Lootbagz, his timing cunningly perfect, emerged from the group, bearing an unmistakable scowl.

"You fuggin' idiot! Look wot you did! So sorry about dis, spikeyboyz, dis wun's zogged in da 'ead...'es da wun dat shot yer gits, izn't dat rite boyz?" as if pre-rehearsed, all the other Greenskins in the tent proclaimed their agreement, incriminating the poor boy at the front.

"Is that so? Well then..." they seized the wrongly accused Ork, and dragged him away to whatever fate awaited him.

"Well..." Lootbagz said when the guards were out of earshot, "dat woz close".

The storm troopers whose numbers had been increased by the arrival of two other fire teams now numbers almost two hundred men, now turned their attention from defense to offensive actions. Well all but their sergeant and his two aids who still awaited the lieutenant.

Right I'll let 50 stormtroopers ok cause any over 100 will just kick everythings ass.

'Very well, ...commander.' the lieutenant would reply to the scout.

He walked towards the stormtroopers.
'I'd prefer you do not attempt or threat with physically harming the corporal, unless you want all contact shunned with the outside. You really don't want that. 'Cause if you do, I'll make myself some new boots from your skin. Now, what do you want?'

Before anyone goes and dies, it will be explained in the next post of mine, lets just say things has gone missing

 thenoobbomb wrote:
'Very well, ...commander.' the lieutenant would reply to the scout.

He walked towards the stormtroopers.
'I'd prefer you do not attempt or threat with physically harming the corporal, unless you want all contact shunned with the outside. You really don't want that. 'Cause if you do, I'll make myself some new boots from your skin. Now, what do you want?'

"For once you grox lover how about you keep your bloody men away from anything that belongs to us, secondly show some respect to soldiers above your ilk. And you as much lay a hair on me there wont be any Guardsmen alive here."

'May I remind you that I am still your superior and officer in command? And I can assure you that killing your fellow guardsmen is deemed Heresy by the Inquisition. With everything that is going on here, I suggest you calm down and explain what happened, instead of resorting to violence. Unless you insist on having a lot of guns pointed at you, be thrown by the Inquisition in the same catagory as those traitors and get an angry army trying to kill ya.'

Sorjik heard shouting from the corridor. He had spent the last few minutes beginning the coordination of Space Marine forces inbound; he had confirmation of support from one chapter so far; the Lions Defiant had pledged 20 tactical marines, 5 Devastators and the support of one of their most experienced sergeants to the guard of this prison. They were nearby at the time; their ETA was half a day.

He left the room to meet the lieutenant and the stormtroopers barking at each other.
"What is the problem here?"

"You have the nerve to ask that! After I find several of my men with their throats cut and heaps of gear missing from the quarters we where given. Whats worse is that the door had been opened with the same set of keys your men use.....And if getting the truth out of you lot deems me a heretic so bloody be it!!!" the pale trooper finished and began smoking furiously on a Ilho stick who illuminated his pale features while hi companions still gripped their hell guns with anger in their eyes.

"Until you find who did this NO ONE enters our quarters unless they are the lord of man kind themselves!"

"This is not the time for irrational behaviour. We cannot ignorant statements. You address the lieutenant with as much respect as any other authority figure; he is currently maintaining this facility."

Looking at the scout Fenrir simply smiled. " And I suppose you will have a explanation to why my men dies in their sleep? And if you did no notice I dont give two frakks about said rank. but if he where to say post a squad to keep an eye on things I may reconsider my opinion on him."

'You do know that when we entered this prison, all damn doors were open, couple of keys missing, and noone there at all?'

"Sergeant, with all due respect, it's a pure waste to dedicate an entire squad to your protection. Your men are surely competent enough to defend themselves; why not take shifts?"

"What........" a horrified look spreads across the face of the sergeant. "Oh Emperor tell it is not so...When we landed after our Grav chute insertion our coms where down." the man looks paler than normal and fumbles for the hilt of his weapon.

"Say you did not send any chatter our way? And that you got a reply. Because we had no com link with you lot until we reached the Ash waists due north of here-."

'Well I didn't send any comm to you guys. Maybe someone else, but we didn't. Thought you guys to be too late, as happens sometimes.'

"I've only spoken on encrypted Astartes channels. However, I can report that we have recovered communications to the Astronomicon, as I have been coordinating incoming Space Marines."

'When and how many Astartes reinforcements will arrive? Platoon Beta is being send to us, but rather slow. They are sending 2 Valkyries every time, one with a squad, one with ammo and other resources. It'll be a while untill they are all here.'

"I can confirm that 26 marines in total from the Lions Defiant chapter are on their way. 5 of them have heavy weapons, and 20 tactical marines. We are also receiving a highly experienced sergeant to coordinate Space Marines upon arrival. This is combined with the planetary garrison that decides to aid us. ETA for the Lions is half a day, as they're nearby."

At this moment, an eldar farseer appeared about 10m away from the Lieutenant apparently from the webway, weapons by his sides. He strode towards them slowly, obviously ready to run away rather than fight if things went badly.
"I am here to speak to your leaders on behalf of the eldar. While we dislike working alongside the mon'keigh, we have a common enemy and must threrefore offer a treaty."

OOC: I think the Eldar would use some other method; remember how Aspects and Craftworlds are different organizations?

OOC: True, but then we need another character. What do you suggest?

Just make an NPC Autarch or something and accompany them.

OOC: K. Editing my post then.

Name: Sister Superior Arabella
Age: 60
Bio: Sister Superior leading a squad of battle sisters.
On a ship orbiting the planet Nevorus.
'Sister Arabella!' commanded the Cannoness, 'A valuable holy relic has been detected on this planet! I order you to take your squad down to retrieve it. I expect results, quickly. You shall not fail.' Arabella bowed her head respectively. 'Yes, fellow Sister.'
Orderly, Arabella loaded her Battle Sister squad and Retributors into the Thunderhawk and began launching procedures.
'Listen up!' she cried above the roar of the engines, 'we have been tasked to find and retrieve the bones of a sacred priest. We believe we are not the only force on this planet so I'm not expecting it to be easy. Understand?' Arabella was glad to hear her squads enthusiastic reply and became comfortable as this journey was going to be a long one.


Equipment: Melta Bombs and a Rosarius
Weapons: Power Sword and Plasma Pistol
Appearance: