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Kinda a mix of things. They got bored and spines for deadly, deadly, DEADLY, DO NOT fething TOUCH THIS BIT IT WILL KILL YOU DAMN IT; type creatures is expensive.

Not that i would know.

Jenkins 58 - Ah, when you gonna send in Alpha squad four? Us Jenkinses are spoilin fer a fight, so we can climb that rankin ladder see?

noooh listen up here...

Is not like I am complaining toooo much about things but what in fether happened with our deployment plans?

I did not see The Wrath mentioned in dispatches...

...and MOST importantly did we recover me lost stash o' 'sac an' beer?

CadianCommander wrote:....into a hive tryant, marshall or at a hive tryant?

get your mind out the gutter...

there is only space in there for one of us!

General Seric wrote:

hlaine.larkin wrote:we had a rather succesful encounter with some tyranids last night, including our rather heroic lord commissar charging into a hive tyrant (with a few ogryns) and taking 2 wounds off of it and killing it.

and ofcourse, the emperors honour wiping out a carnifex and 4 warriors, including a prime. and the catachan bell wiping out a unit of warriors in a single shot. and platoon alpha squad 1 and 2 SWO's wiping out 14 genestealers. in a single shot.
also, we have rough riders back
and 2 hydras

Commander Seric: Good job crew, and I think this proves the merits of staying away from the enemy and firing from a distance once again, Sigmund. ( also, how many kill points is a MC in the tank league?)

Hmph!

the wrath wasn't deployed, we don't have the regimental assets to deploy all 4 tanks, and we needed longer range fire power

Varl Sigmund wrote:

CadianCommander wrote:....into a hive tryant, marshall or at a hive tryant?

get your mind out the gutter...

there is only space in there for one of us!

Shudders...

Commander Sigmund, you terrify me outright sometimes. And that's saying something.

*Evilfethinggrin*

Aie commisar...

noow jus' ye imagine how them buggers onna other side o' me Demolisher be thinkin'!

trooper Nate: Run everybody! commander sigmund has a thing for demolisher-hive tyrant pairings!!!

trooper two: aaarrgghh! my eyes! my eyes!

trooper three: (staggers around clawing at his head) "Can't unsee! Can't unsee!

Wait do hive tyrents evan haveˆ- ++ cencored by order of the holy ordos of the inquisition++ı

There are some things in the galaxy that are better not even left to the imagination, Private.

I have returned from the infirmary after clawing my eyes into temporary blindness when i was confronted with that image that we shall not name or speak of.

Atleast now we know where the cap has gone...

it is a replica cap :(

Say, if the dragoons are back, why aren't the in the list yet. And say, Can you transfer me, that is, private chelkar, tp the rough riders sir?

Nate checked the load on his lasrifle and confirmed that it was fully operational, sighting down the iron sights he lined up the target downrange.
The target was a human torso and head, factory stamped, molded out of ballistics gel. Nate noted with some amusement that the word ‘heretic’ had been quickly scrawled on all of the bases. And that the target that was upon Nate’s base it was misspelled as ‘heretick’.
As the range was somewhat close to the genetoreum of the
Sanctus Mauve, the droning of the colossal engines steering them through the warp, could be heard loud and clear under commissar wasabi’s stentorian voice.

“ Check the load, and make sure the casing isn’t cracked! I don’t want any guardsmen flambés!” “All SWO’s will ues their las-pistols, one marksman to every three troops!”

Nate, Russki and a soldier with the name ‘J.P Jenkins’ stitched to his left breast-pocket lined up in a firing line, as a sniper by the name of ‘Maa’ (according to his dog-tags) approached.

“So.” Said the marksman “I’m gonna train you whiteshields how to shoot a lasrifle, but first we will recite the guardsman’s creed, repeat after me.”

Maa cleared his throat. And held his rifle so that the Aquila was facing the ceiling. “This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will.
My rifle and myself know that what counts in this endless war is not the charges we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit.
My rifle has a machine spirit, much as I have a soul, and it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will.
Before the Emperor, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my race. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is the Imperium’s and there is no enemy, but peace!”

It took several tries but the assembled guardsmen managed to get it right.

Maa jestuerd downrange at the ‘heretic’ and began to speak.

“Everyone loaded? Good, now see that bust down there?”

the three troopers made noises in the general area of yesness

“Imagine that it has a star of chaos tattooed onto its forehead, everyone got that?”

Nate nodded, Jenkins hastily stowed a bottle of amasec he had been chugging behind the sniper’s back and gave a sheepish nod, but Russki was glaring at his target like he would like to sprint downrange and beat it no a pulp wit his lasrifle.

“Great… now blast it off.”




Ave Imperiator folks.

ineptus astartes wrote:Nate checked the load on his lasrifle and confirmed that it was fully operational, sighting down the iron sights he lined up the target downrange.
The target was a human torso and head, factory stamped, molded out of ballistics gel. Nate noted with some amusement that the word ‘heretic’ had been quickly scrawled on all of the bases. And that the target that was upon Nate’s base it was misspelled as ‘heretick’.
As the range was somewhat close to the genetoreum of the
Sanctus Mauve, the droning of the colossal engines steering them through the warp, could be heard loud and clear under commissar wasabi’s stentorian voice.

“ Check the load, and make sure the casing isn’t cracked! I don’t want any guardsmen flambés!” “All SWO’s will ues their las-pistols, one marksman to every three troops!”

Nate, Russki and a soldier with the name ‘J.P Jenkins’ stitched to his left breast-pocket lined up in a firing line, as a sniper by the name of ‘Maa’ (according to his dog-tags) approached.

“So.” Said the marksman “I’m gonna train you whiteshields how to shoot a lasrifle, but first we will recite the guardsman’s creed, repeat after me.”

Maa cleared his throat. And held his rifle so that the Aquila was facing the ceiling. “This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will.
My rifle and myself know that what counts in this endless war is not the charges we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit.
My rifle has a machine spirit, much as I have a soul, and it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will.
Before the Emperor, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my race. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is the Imperium’s and there is no enemy, but peace!”

It took several tries but the assembled guardsmen managed to get it right.

Maa jestuerd downrange at the ‘heretic’ and began to speak.

“Everyone loaded? Good, now see that bust down there?”

the three troopers made noises in the general area of yesness

“Imagine that it has a star of chaos tattooed onto its forehead, everyone got that?”

Nate nodded, Jenkins hastily stowed a bottle of amasec he had been chugging behind the sniper’s back and gave a sheepish nod, but Russki was glaring at his target like he would like to sprint downrange and beat it no a pulp wit his lasrifle.

“Great… now blast it off.”




Ave Imperiator folks.

Great stuff!

why, thank you!


btw how'd you like Maa's attitude?

^ I feel like that's how Maa would be since he's was a sniper drill instructor! It's a great read and we should pool all the fluff together and make a army omnibus

I did not think Catachans had conscripts or that we referred to them as white shields...

yeah, we get them from kadica, hahahaaaa

Think of whiteshield as an insult...

yeah, i figured he was calling them rookies.

we will hopefully have 3 stories- personal diaries from ineptus,current story from purple and a history from founding to purples from wasabi i will then compile them and make them avaliable for download

hlaine.larkin wrote:yeah, i figured he was calling them rookies.

we will hopefully have 3 stories- personal diaries from ineptus,current story from purple and a history from founding to purples from wasabi i will then compile them and make them avaliable for download

awww yeah! I'm try and write some army fluff as well!

make sure you talk to purple,so you don't step on his toes and support his story, as it is the main fluff

Aww, but i wanted to write my own and make myself the greatest war ero there ever was and since i'm a sniper have my story ending with me putting a round through Abbadon's eye.

Heh-heh, you forgot to mention JKB standing back and snickering at the training.

Maa? I think you got your work cut out for you with this lot.

<sits down and puts feet up, enjoying the show>

Hey Hlaine - on the subject of a webpage, thought about keeping all the chitchat and original postings here, but the army list, engagements and fluff that's already been posted and accepted, re-posting it onto a wiki?

That way we/you can put up photos, too.

CadianCommander wrote:Heh-heh, you forgot to mention JKB standing back and snickering at the training.

Maa? I think you got your work cut out for you with this lot.

<sits down and puts feet up, enjoying the show>

Hey Hlaine - on the subject of a webpage, thought about keeping all the chitchat and original postings here, but the army list, engagements and fluff that's already been posted and accepted, re-posting it onto a wiki?

That way we/you can put up photos, too.

Don't worry JKB they're under capable hands! The emperor's faith and good drilling will keep these rooks heads on their shoulders -Maa

Absolutely, Private Maa, I have every faith that the emperor guides your training of the canon fod....new lads, and that you should be the one to do it. I have some..important business to attend.

<pulls out a Catachan homebrew and lights a lho stick and settles down>