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has the boarding started yet?

OOC

@Arken

Will it be stong enough to ram through the space Hulk's hull? I dunno... ... it will most certainly smash into pieces.

OOC: dark heresy ftw
btw runned it in translator
it made no sense in Finnish .

He watched to the officer hurling abuse at him. Even he had limits and being called Abominable Intelligence was the last straw.
Using his electro enchantments, he charged a plasma ball and throw-ed it at offending officer, sending him flying before crashing into ground.

"I have no time for your childish insults, human" he said with hate
"i am to believe that you have been ordered to send one of your wretches to babysit me. Where. Is. He"

“Sing! Sing! What shall I sing?
Crusty Old Sawbones is waiting to spring.
Where? Where? He’s hiding down the stairs!
Waiting in the dark to give you a scare!”

The rebel opened his eyes.
He was tied down, with rotted old ropes tethering him surprisingly firmly to the grime encrusted table. His heart racing, he rapidly scanned the room, or at least as much as it as he could see. He tried to scream, but could not-because someone had gagged his mouth with a filthy cloth.
Whoever had him, knew what he was doing.
As he tried to sit up, yanking at his binds like a madman, a shadow moved into the room. If he still could feel emotion, the creature would have chuckled at his prisoner’s efforts. Gliding across the cramped chamber with an unbecoming grace, the Necron looked into the eyes of his captive. He was laying still now, eyes forced open, mind desperately trying to process the horrific creature he was seeing. The Xenos adjusted a slipshod lamp, shining it into his victim’s eyes and momentarily blinding him.
Producing an elegant claw from underneath the mounds of stolen flesh draped across his silver frame, the monster took a moment to examine it before returning his attention to his prey. The man had stopped struggling now, and underneath his gag was sobbing weakly. The Necron didn’t care. Leaning forward, he began to cut at the skin with the inquisitiveness of a surgeon, poking and prodding to see the reactions. The man screamed. Seemingly satisfied with his initial inspection, the alien leaned out and cocked its head to the side, seemingly contemplating the next move. Appearing to reach some kind of decision, he leaned in again, this time going for the face.
The man wanted to scream as his left eye was torn from its socket and then the last nerve strand connecting it to his body was severed, but he was paralysed with terror. The creature turned it over in its claws like a child does its favourite toy, before dropping it on the blood-slicked granite. Reaching in again, this time he went for the arms; there was a horrific tearing noise, and then the rebel felt his arms go limp; because his captor had delicately cut out his muscles.
The prisoner was weeping again now in his one good eye, the empty socket just continuing to well up with ichor. But the Necron seemed to be bored with this game now, and threw away the remnants of the human’s anatomy. Turning back to his captive, the Necron seemed to stare at the rebel’s neck, and he struggled in some vain effort to ward off his torturer. Then, there a slice broke through the still air, and the rebel saw no more.

(OOC: As for forces, Sawbones probably has an army of about 100 flayed ones lurking in the darkest depths of the Hulk-however, only about 15 of them will be currently awake, the rest probably kept in stasis to better survive the long journey through the warp.)

Charkos slammed into the ground. He could feel the air slamming out of his lungs. He lay on the ground for a couple of seconds, before trying to get up.

Dozens of barrels were now aimed at the Machine Man's head. Charkos was quite popular within the platoon, and everybody around rushed to the scene. After some moments, The Machine Man was surrounded by eighteen barrels, aimed to his head.

Charkos finally managed to get up, supporting against a wall panel. Breathing heavily, he raised his other hand, and urged his men to lower their guns.

"I'm under the impression ..." he tried to catch his breath. "...that this won't work this way. " Charkos said.

His men reluctantly lowered theis guns, still not believing what had happened.

"May I ask you to haul your metal arse over to another lander?" Charkos tried to be a bit more polite, but Ousian manners failed him. "You come see me on the other side."

The Machine Man seemed to agree with Charkos statement, as he left the way he had come through, off to find another lander.

"It's okey he looks after the boats, " Charkos managed. "But we can't have his metal arse mingling with Ousians.

Charkos spat on the ground again, finnishing with the tradmark insult of the Ousians.

"Vrek..."

Marcus had called a briefing of his retinue. Everyone had arrived on time, apart from Sillium. It was no matter, the fool was always late. If it wasn't for the fact that he was incredibly good at advanced calculations and linguistics Marcus would have dismissed him years ago. As soon as Marcus stood to talk Sillium blundered in laden with various charts and papers. He sat down quickly but it took several minutes before he stopped fidgeting and rustling papers. Marcus glared at Sillium before beginning;

"I have asked you here today to inform you that we shall be boarding within a standard Terran day cycle. We shall be boarding via Avus Lighter ships requisitioned from the fleet. Thunderbolts will escort us towards our landing zone, this area here. It appears to be the site of a meteor strike or some other devastating hit. Either way some event has blasted a hole in the hulks super structure. We have no way of knowing whether there is any hostile activity near there as the auspex systems receive too much interference from the area."

"Surely unexpected interference could be a result of jamming equipment in the area, thus denoting hostile positions?" Robur was the first to ask question. He was a very inquisitive bodyguard. Perhaps he could be Marcus' successor Marcus wondered to himself.

"That is a risk I am willing to take, if we come under fire we'll withdraw and await a detachment of deathwatch specialists I have requisitioned."

"Deathwatch? Is it wise to call them in considering the late Felix's relationship with them?" This time it was Torqueo who spoke up.

"I'm hoping that time has smoothed things, any other questions? No? Then go prepare for the landing, the emperor protects."

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Ooc: I hope you don't mind me leaving back story to develop later.

Righto, if you check the original post, you will see that I have spent a rather extensive amount of time finding appropriate images for each of your characters. Granted, they're not all that good, and granted, not everybody got one, but I spent at least 40 minutes trying to get it right.

For those of you still without an image, you'll have to find one yourself - I had no luck.

edited for typo.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Righto, if you check the original post, you will see that I have spent a rather extensive amount of time finding appropriate images for each of your characters. Granted, they're not all that good, and granted, not everybody got one, but I spent at least 40 minutes trying to get it right.

For those of you still without an image, you'll have to find one yourself - I had no luck.

edited for typo.

<3

@Darko: I remember that image. I had the same thought, using this one. But I think I'm going for something more 'weathered', as befits my character. When I find something better, I'll send it to you right away.

slightly silly question:
should i create that guard bodyguard or can i change him for something?

i should probably stop trolling those poor guardsmen

Brothers, honored troops of the imperial guard, now our time has come. A space hulk, filled to the rim with vile heretics and xenos is heading for this system. We have been tasked with it's destruction. We WILL not fail. Tyr called out over the hold of the thunderhawk

Ooc: dark, I would rather you didn't give my character a peice of art yet, I'll post some when I get back to my laptop and finish my bio( phones aren't good for long peices of text

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Righto, if you check the original post, you will see that I have spent a rather extensive amount of time finding appropriate images for each of your characters. Granted, they're not all that good, and granted, not everybody got one, but I spent at least 40 minutes trying to get it right.

For those of you still without an image, you'll have to find one yourself - I had no luck.

edited for typo.

It's not perfect, but hey, I's why I pegged him at suck a high height.

Also, can I have a pack of Flesh Hounds following the Deamons, eating the kill and having a jolly good time chasing it as well? I want to have a very Kult Of Speed Deamon horde.

Those who say they will submit new artwork, I'll await it. Until then, I'll let the OP bathe in its new-found attractiveness, that has come in the form of art both old and new.

That felt.. poetic.. /slaps self. I'm too tired. GM FATIGUE!


@Devastator - yeah.. you're not behaving particularly Tech-Priesty. But the limits of language are what they are for you, I suppose.

@Chowder - will add now.

@ Arkon - just going to update the art I gave your character to a better version of the same thing.

Chowderhead wrote:Also, can I have a pack of Flesh Hounds following the Deamons, eating the kill and having a jolly good time chasing it as well? I want to have a very Kult Of Speed Deamon horde.

"Hey Chowdaa.. CHOWDAAAAAAAA!"

"Huh?" *Chowder turns around*

"Eyepoke!"

"What?

"Eyepoke!" *pokes Chowder in the eye with sharper-than-average twig*

*Chowder squirms in his corner*


Apply common sense (or see the original answer of a similar question earlier on! ) - of course you can. It's our collective roleplay, do as you want.. I mean.. you've got an entire Regiment of Imperial Guard, Adeptus Astartes, Inquisitorial forces and a small but deadly contingent of Chapter 666 heading your way. You'll need a bit more than just a few Hell Pooches to win this one..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:Also, can I have a pack of Flesh Hounds following the Deamons, eating the kill and having a jolly good time chasing it as well? I want to have a very Kult Of Speed Deamon horde.

"Hey Chowdaa.. CHOWDAAAAAAAA!"

"Huh?" *Chowder turns around*

"Eyepoke!"

"What?

"Eyepoke!" *pokes Chowder in the eye with sharper-than-average twig*

*Chowder squirms in his corner*


Apply common sense (or see the original answer of a similar question earlier on! ) - of course you can. It's our collective roleplay, do as you want.. I mean.. you've got an entire Regiment of Imperial Guard, Adeptus Astartes, Inquisitorial forces and a small but deadly contingent of Chapter 666 heading your way. You'll need a bit more than just a few Hell Pooches to win this one..

Hey! How did you find my corner? Answer me!

*Pokes other eye*

Mooom! Darkvoidof40k is poking my eye again!

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:<3

Ah, my dear Faunt, your charisma never fails to astound me.

@Devastator: you could always requesition some bodyguards from the orbital regiments onboard our ship.

it's got me wondering. What can I do to pass the time, RP wise. I'm stumped as what to RP.

Interactions with your platoon - establish new characters and themes, explore the regiment's history, tactics, weapons, armor, culture, beliefs.. endless things Scrazzobin, endless things.. Hell, you could even report that naughty Enginseer..

as the others filed in
he heard rumors of what was going on
all he knew was that it was something to do with the space hulk looming ever closer
corporal Rose was going to be doing the briefing
"God damit I hate this guy!" Gaz whispered to Mac
"at least hes not going to be on the mission with us what ever it is"
corporal Rose started the briefing as the last few people filtered in
"welcome men, recently the space hulk "the tomb sanguinis" has come out off the warp.
A mighty imperial group have been selected to board the hulk and destroy it.
At this moment in time we have no idea what opposition to expect, so be prepared from the moment you board.
You should prepare to board any time soon as it will be a massive push.
good luck men."
"thank god for that" Gaz whispered
"ohh i almost forgot"
"damit!" Mac whispered
"Mac your squad will be accompanied by me"

(ooc: will put another later need sleep
I will go about drawing my self a picture, but untill im done i will use the one you suggested"

Chowderhead wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:Also, can I have a pack of Flesh Hounds following the Deamons, eating the kill and having a jolly good time chasing it as well? I want to have a very Kult Of Speed Deamon horde.

"Hey Chowdaa.. CHOWDAAAAAAAA!"

"Huh?" *Chowder turns around*

"Eyepoke!"

"What?

"Eyepoke!" *pokes Chowder in the eye with sharper-than-average twig*

*Chowder squirms in his corner*


Apply common sense (or see the original answer of a similar question earlier on! ) - of course you can. It's our collective roleplay, do as you want.. I mean.. you've got an entire Regiment of Imperial Guard, Adeptus Astartes, Inquisitorial forces and a small but deadly contingent of Chapter 666 heading your way. You'll need a bit more than just a few Hell Pooches to win this one..

Hey! How did you find my corner? Answer me!

*Pokes other eye*

Mooom! Darkvoidof40k is poking my eye again!

Epic long quote is epic long.

"YES! I HAVE BEEN QUOTED! FINALLY! ONE OF THE EPIC, UNIVERSE SHAKING UTTERANCES THAT HAVE ESCAPED MY MIND THROUGH MY MOUTH IS TEMPORARILY IMMORTALIZED IN THIS FORUM, IN SOMEONES SIGNATURE! THIS IS A GREAT VICTORY IN MY ETERNAL QUEST TO BECOME.. SUPREME KING OF EVERYTHING!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA *chokes* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA----"
-last transmission from Darkvoidof40k aboard his garbage hauler shuttle.



Unfortunately, I missed the post I quoted above earlier, because my Laptop keeps on skipping out posts for some reason.. *sobs*.. ah well, my main PC never does this so....

"--AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--"

Well, I'm glad/scared that that post happened...

Scrazza wrote:OOC

@Arken

Will it be stong enough to ram through the space Hulk's hull? I dunno... ... it will most certainly smash into pieces.

OOC
Guns? Lascannons and missles should do the trick!

Oke, then. Let's try my hand at it.


BIC:

Charkos remained leaning against the ramp for another minute, trying to regain his pose. There was an awkward slience before the usual sounds of the Ousians started again. Mohan started playing on his banjo again, making jolly tunes.

"We'll melt that tin can for you, boss." Jako, one of his squads meltagunners said. "Just say the word."

"Wait for it, Jako" Charkos answered. "We'll get him on the hulk over yonder." he swung his head towards the general location of the space hulk for emphasis."

"Sure thing boss," Sergeant Descont said. "just a shame it isn't a swamp we're invading. I would have felt at home."

The men around him chuckled. Mohan started playing 'The Tune of Sally', a well known tune the people of the Phonto Swamplands. Ousian regiments typically constructed the companies around men who originated from the same swamplands, that helped keep the spirits up. Each swampland had it's own favored tune, and it's own emblem and slogan stiched to the company banner. Fact was, the 31st was made up with 65% originating from the Phonto Swamplands, which eased the tension. Their slogan was 'Brave as a Gator, Though as Gator-skin Boots.'

In the corner of his eye, Charkos could see Sergeant Blach scratching in the wall panel with his machete. He scratched the regiments slogan in the panel, it was a habit. Blach was a skinner back home. He used to earn quite a living skinning gator skin. Charkos himself hunted the giant animals, so they had a mutual respect for eachother.

"This waiting 's getting the better of I" Charkos could overhear some men talking.
"Better give us something to make leather boots of fast, or I'll ...Vrek!"

He decided not to listen anymore. He walked towards his seat, and once there, slumped down. Leting out a sigh, he got a sigar out of his breast pocket, and put it in his mouth, just for the sake of feeling it between his lips.

Chowderhead wrote:Well, I'm glad/scared that that post happened...

You saw nothing.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:Well, I'm glad/scared that that post happened...

You saw nothing.

*Shudders in his corner*

Chowderhead wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:Well, I'm glad/scared that that post happened...

You saw nothing.

*Shudders in his corner*

Just remeber what your parents told you. Your corner is your private place, nobody can invade it.

Arken Vul'tan01 wrote:

Scrazza wrote:OOC

@Arken

Will it be stong enough to ram through the space Hulk's hull? I dunno... ... it will most certainly smash into pieces.

OOC
Guns? Lascannons and missles should do the trick!

Yeah.. about that..

Anyone mind waiting for me to actually decide what the Space Hulk looks like?

The odd piece of glass, maybe.. but I'm probably going to (laziness depending) event the whole thing.

Charkos, sigar clenched between his lips, drifted away, dreaming. He remembered Ousia. Gator hunting with his father. They would sit around a camp fire and eat the hard won meat. They would share stories of the hunt with others. They didn't have lasguns and all that fancy stuff, they did it old fashioned. Most of the time, they would drift on large swamp-barges, powered by a motor at the back, belching smoke. He remembered standing at the front of the barge, manning the spear gun. He could remember when he speared his first gator, his father was very proud of him that day. He still had the necklace with a gator tooth from that day. That was a long time ago, back when Kyel was only 15 years old. Or was it 16? he couldn't remember.

Besides from the spear guns they had, they used to hunt for other animals using whatever they had. Single-shot scatterguns, hunting rifles, vrek, he even had to use a crossbow once. These days, everything was different. now he could be glad if he got to frag something. He still missed living in the swamps.

Suddenly, the tune stopped. He opened his eyes again, and decided to lit his sigar.