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Caught unaware by the warp spiders and guardians, the angels enthrusting assault squad was slaughtered to a man, the sole survvivor staggering into cover with Maverick.
"Those fething bastards took out my whole squad! We have to do something..." and with that, the light was snubbed out of his eyes.

Munch couldn't believe it. He had survived. Thanking Ludd, he told them the were moving up the river, to the ork WAAAGH!. He would help the green-skinned thrusters, even if they would all die.

Maverick threw a data-slate across the room to the Officio Thrustinorum assassin.

"This is Commissar Nikev. Finish him."

Maverick Then turned to Munch, and shook his hand. A Smile played on his eldar features, recognisable beneath the grimace of the warrior he was.

"Welcome to hell, My Lord."

Munch returned the gesture. Not an eldar custom, by any means, but one he appreciated. Fighting with his brother once more, like their earlier days.

Maverick turned to the map and pointed at the Ork Horde. Wolfie was up ahead, still prosecuting enemy targets with tactical maneouvers.

"Munch, it's a lot to ask, but I need you here. I'm sorry for your eldar brethren, we shall gather the spirit stones after. But for now, this is where I need you. Take the 42nd Elysian once more, and harry the enemy with all your fury and prowess. Good luck. Oh, and vera sends his love."

It's time Hive Tyrant. You can begin your charge whenever you are ready. Make your way into Nikev's territory. Kill them all. Munch had given them the signal. The horde started stirring, coming to life. The tyrant shouted an animalistic growl, telling the swarm it was their time. Screeches, growls and animalistic calls filled the air, followed by the galloping of feet. The swarm covered no mans land quickly, paying no heed to the creatures that fell behind or to the creatures that triggered landmines. If galactic domination by pelvic thrust was their goal, what was a few lowly beasts in exchange for everlasting peace? As they neared Nikev's fortress, the soldiers on guard opened fire...

Maverick chuckled to himself. The thrustanids would make short work of nikev's already beleaguered forces.

"Ludd - follow the imperial advance. Take your Tanith down the centre, break right after your wrecked tank, and take out the enemy power facilities. Without power, they cannot function. We shall starve these heretics out."

"Munch, High five."

"HOLY HELLISH THRONE!" an Unnamed guardsmen shouted.(we know who's going to die now ) "KILL"EM KILL'EM ALL!" He screamed at the troops around him and they all opened fire. Hitting his micro-bead he signaled for the Ordinance of the Steel of Razengoar. "Their Sky will rain fire" came the reply. Mere moments after, the Guns could be heard opening fire. Carnifex and beasts bigger yet, where blown to pieces as the guns obliterated the tyranid forces. "O my Emperor! WE'VE WO-" The Guardsmen stopped as his friend pointed to the smoke with horror in his eyes. Bursting through the Smoke Tyranid Warriors screeched and charged for the line. For every one that was dropped, there seemed to be 100 more to take his place. "TANKS! WHERE ARE THE BLOODY TANKS!" he screamed as he fired from the hip. Aiming was useless now, for the horde was so massive they would have been hit no matter where one aimed. "My Emperor" the Guardsman said, tears streaming from his eyes "There's no end to them", his gun slid and fell from his hand as the horde approched.

"COWARDICE FILTH!" Commissar Naolak shouted as he put a bolt round right through the guardsman's head. "KEEP UP THE FIRE YOU DOGS! LET NOT ONE PASS US!" He shouted as he began blasting into the horde that was mere meters away. They had not faltered, even under then constant bombardment.

Maverick wrote:Maverick Then turned to Munch, and shook his hand. A Smile played on his eldar features, recognisable beneath the grimace of the warrior he was.

"Welcome to hell, My Lord."

Munch returned the gesture. Not an eldar custom, by any means, but one he appreciated. Fighting with his brother once more, like their earlier days.

Maverick turned to the map and pointed at the Ork Horde. Wolfie was up ahead, still prosecuting enemy targets with tactical maneouvers.

"Munch, it's a lot to ask, but I need you here. I'm sorry for your eldar brethren, we shall gather the spirit stones after. But for now, this is where I need you. Take the 42nd Elysian once more, and harry the enemy with all your fury and prowess. Good luck. Oh, and vera sends his love."

"Yes sir. I shall see you when I get back." As he walked out, a flash blinded him. A massive eldar warhost, bearing the proud colours of Craftworld thrustian, appeared before him, as if a gift from Khaine himself.
His heart filled with joy, he mounted a jetbike that was made for him. With an eldar cry, one that Maverick didn't understand, the warhost started moving, jetbikes speeding ahead, with the rest trailing behind. This war will be won Munch thought, and with that, he raced to destroy Nikev's forces...

"My god." Maverick thought. Even though they were the enemy, seeing so many humans killed by the thrustanid attack hurt him. They were men, misguided, misled. Not evil.

He cast that thought aside.

"Munch, strike now, thrust hard."

"Comms-Trooper. Issue one final warning to Nikev, one last chance to surrender."

Maverick wrote:Maverick chuckled to himself.
"Ludd - follow the imperial advance. Take your Tanith down the centre, break right after your wrecked tank, and take out the enemy power facilities. Without power, they cannot function. We shall starve these heretics out."

Wait......I don't think we are all following the same kind of map idea here............should someone make a crude map in paint to show the map....no forces on it...we know basic places.....cause I'm imagining 2 cities......an impassible river in the middle(how the hell your forces are getting by IDK...but I'm assuming some sort of trick of the eldar..........so in a crude symbol map this is how I see it
city l..........R..........l city
city l..........I...........l city
city l..........V..........l city
city l..........E..........l city
city l..........R..........l city


Of course the distances would be much greater than that.....and no-mans land would be in between the river and the cities of course...being small towns and memorials for cover

i'll make one... 2 seconds.

Maverick wrote:Maverick threw a data-slate across the room to the Officio Thrustinorum assassin.

"This is Commissar Nikev. Finish him."

Maverick......how bad-ass is this assassin? Because I want him to be killed in an Epic Assassin fight with my Scout Sergent Narko.....who is so epic and bad-ass that he could end the war...but he won't because I won't have him do that.....it would be unfair.

of course Narko would be hurt in this fight.......can't have an epic fight without the victor being injured.

larger city on right is thrustonicon, smaller city to left is Nikev's command post. black spray is destroyed bridges.

Eldar clashed with Eldar. The two were stuck in a stalemate. Munch watched the battle unfold beneath his feet, his gaze unhindered due to his excellent view point. He held his left arm which had suffered a grevious injury in an accident. A war walker had triggered land mine and Munch had to swerve to avoid the explosion. He had crashed into a small barricade. When he woke up, he was on this hill, rangers providing supporting fire to the warhost below as they fought with the enemy.
"Welcome to the fight, sir." A ranger said as he held out his hand to him. A lucky shot zipped into the ranger's exposed head, killing him instantly.
"Oh my god! They killed Ranger 1!" screamed ranger 3.
"You Bastards!" replied Ranger 4.
A massive blast was heard. Munch turned around to see what was going on.

Commissar NIkev wrote:

Maverick wrote:Maverick threw a data-slate across the room to the Officio Thrustinorum assassin.

"This is Commissar Nikev. Finish him."

Maverick......how bad-ass is this assassin? Because I want him to be killed in an Epic Assassin fight with my Scout Sergent Narko.....who is so epic and bad-ass that he could end the war...but he won't because I won't have him do that.....it would be unfair.

of course Narko would be hurt in this fight.......can't have an epic fight without the victor being injured.

This assassin is BADASS. I mean, like... chuck norris badass. He is to assassins what Inquisitor Badasious is to the Inquisition.

Guys! Don't break character!

Maverick wrote:
This assassin is BADASS.

Well........this is going to be a most Horrendous wound that Narko will suffer.......where should they fight? Nice map btw....pretty much what I was thinking....I was thinking more parallel lines though, but your allows more grimdark killing

Maverick slapped himself for letting his mind wander. FOCUS, he told himself.

Commissar NIkev wrote:

Maverick wrote:
This assassin is BADASS.

Well........this is going to be a most Horrendous wound that Narko will suffer.......where should they fight? Nice map btw....pretty much what I was thinking....I was thinking more parallel lines though, but your allows more grimdark killing

They should fight inside or on the roof of one of the major buildings.
That's what they always do in awesome action movies.

Munch Munch! wrote:

Commissar NIkev wrote:

Maverick wrote:
This assassin is BADASS.

Well........this is going to be a most Horrendous wound that Narko will suffer.......where should they fight? Nice map btw....pretty much what I was thinking....I was thinking more parallel lines though, but your allows more grimdark killing

They should fight inside or on the roof of one of the major buildings.
That's what they always do in awesome action movies.

I'll have Narko do the cheesy "Something Comes" line like you see in the movies and he'll start searching an- .......you'll just have to read to find out

Ok, after this, no one should break character anymore. If you need to discuss something, PM the person. Let's leave the thread for the war.

And the Thrustassin aimed his rifle at Nikev. Even from the distance of five meters away, a miss was inevitable. damn dice.

As Narko pulled his Long-Las back from killing the Ranger, he couldn't get rid of this feeling that something bad was going to happen. He knew he had to go, for when he got this feeling, Drastic things happen. He decided to go back to Nikev, Maybe he could help figure out this feeling, considering most of the feelings involved Nikev. So with that, The Scout set off.

Lord Solar Maverick was content with the day's warfare. As the sun set on the planet, he retired to his quarters, deep within the citadel, not to be awoken until he returned. He needed his sleep, to keep him focused on the battle.

"Munch, take charge. I shall return."

"Munch, take charge. I shall return." Maverick had to rest.
But Munch had passed out. He had used all of his will to cast spells and protect his brethren. His eyes slowly closed. And all he could hopes was that the pelvic thrusters would win...

Can't post anything else today, storm blew the power...laptop bout to die.....Reply tomorrow when the power hopefully comes back on.

Vera heard all this from his own unit, the thrusters of phallis, those skilled above all others with the mighty art of delivering thrusting, his generals may rank higher, but these are far better, and yet, generals are skilled in more things than normal thrusters would be, in one hand he held his trusty bolt launcher, in the other a mirrior shield that would deflect all the las fire from Nikev's guns.

"men, today we fight, and today, we thrust into the enemy, to make a large enough hole for the rest of out forces, my mighty thrust-suits shall lead the charge, their thrusters being stronger than all others..... but today, you all stand as one unit, one mighty thrust.... and today, this thrust shall break them down!!!"

All the men and aliens alike cheered at Vera's speech, surely they wont stop now? and in one swift movement, the mighty thrusters from the planet of phallis turned towards the battle field, armed to the teeth with all the weaponry the imperium of man could give them, and charged into the frey, leaving nothing but a trail of footprints and vehicle tracks in its wake.

Hey guys, sorry, but I'm going to have to pull out. My reasons are:
If 4 pages pop up every time I go off Dakka, I'm not going to keep reading them.
Secondly, this RP is too unpredictable.. I realized at the beginning that this was just going to be fun.. but there is no real structure or anything..

Anyway, sorry for "breaking character", and I hope you all have fun.

Death to the Heretics! - I'm sure NIkev's got that covered. I'll just take my Volcarth troops off to a bar on Terra..

"Hah, see they are weakening..." Ludd proclaimed to his aides as he examined the data-slate before him. He stretched his neck, his body still bruised from last night's heavy thrusting action, he left the command post to inspect his troops, last night had not gone quite as disastrously as first expected with only 15% casualties. As he walked through the ranks of billets, he was acutely aware of the heavy bandages that covered his torso, he remembered the strange hallucinations of God machines he had had last night during the evac operation and shook his head at the strange visions (happy now Nikev?).

Oh yeah, how about this for an expanded map? give some C&C and I will edit accordingly
Thruster's to the south west, anti-thrusters to the north east.
Grey= city
green= scrubland
dark green= forested area
purple splodge= CP/ Bunker/ Notable military outpost
red line= thruster's front line.
Black spray= broken bridges
blue= river

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when Scrazza woke, he ordered his men to stay behind and act as reserves.