TheEyeOfNight wrote:Kudos on the co-op piece, guys. Joint ops have a way of being difficult, but good job

War Kitten wrote:So many had things coming for my Eldar.... I regret many things now.

 Robin5t wrote:
“No!” he cried in dismay, “Not da Rockchukkin' Hand of Gitsplodin!”

“You woz too 'splodey for dis world,”

 Irishpeacockz wrote:
Should probably explain why i have disappeared for the last week, essentially i got teo big exams over the next few weeks so my head will be in the books, i hooe to have something out next week though

 jhe90 wrote:
Just put google docs on my tablet. Typing on the go it is

Fething laptop....

 TheEyeOfNight wrote:
TS, sent you a roll request when you have the time

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
Ok, so, I wrote up two different intros, for 2 different races, now, assuming I have TS's blessing, which of the two would yous like to see

Intro One
Guardsmen
2nd Helsreach 'Gorgons'

+++OR+++

Intro Two
Necrons
Destroyer Cult of the Canarak Dynasty

Please gimme your thoughts and opinions on what;
A, Sounds cooler
B, Would be better in COF.

Cheerio

 Palleus wrote:

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
Ok, so, I wrote up two different intros, for 2 different races, now, assuming I have TS's blessing, which of the two would yous like to see

Intro One
Guardsmen
2nd Helsreach 'Gorgons'

+++OR+++

Intro Two
Necrons
Destroyer Cult of the Canarak Dynasty

Please gimme your thoughts and opinions on what;
A, Sounds cooler
B, Would be better in COF.

Cheerio

I would say the Guardsmen. They seem cooler, and it would be great to see a "standard" guardsman's view on the COF conflict.

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:

Spoiler:

The 2nd Helsreach ‘Gorgons’. Straight out of the previous campaign, Lord General Henri McFallus sighed. He pictured Helsreach once more for the nineteenth time this hour. It had been ages since he had seen its twisted but beautiful horizons. He missed the rivers of molten lava, he missed its one spire city, but most of all, he missed his daughter. She was probably nearing seven years old, but he wasn’t even sure anymore. It had been almost seven years since he left her, and four since his wife’s death. Antonia. He still remembered her name. It was his last words to his wife,
“She shall be named Antonia, in honour of her grandfather.” He remembered the long kiss they shared afterwards, and feeling his wife’s tears on his cheek. He could still remember how soft and fine her hands were…He felt himself tearing up himself, and he cast the thought from his mind. He would have to wait until he saw his angel. He had waited a seven years, he could wait another year or two. Sadly, his astropath intercepted a message, one that practically screamed ”HELP US”. Of course he would have to once again tell his Regiment that they were going into war once more. They were all veterans, and all of them longed to see their wives and world again. But they wouldn’t.
“Ben, relay the message again.” He spoke to his second in command, a veteran and dear friend of his. Ben stirred and groggily opened his eyes.
“Wawasdatsir?...” His breath stank like amasec, and Henri recoiled as it hit him. Unlike the General, Ben went straight to the Generals ‘Only in extreme occasion cabinet’, opened it, and proceeded to empty half of the bottles. Henri was not inclined to stop him. Different people reacted in different ways to this news such as this. Henri’s was to reminisce about what he wasn’t going to see, some would sit and mope, but the majority would get whatever alcohol they could find and drain it.
“I said, get the transmission up again.” Henri said it louder than before, and Ben slowly rose to his feet and sarcastically saluted his friend.
“Yessir, if you don’t mind me drinking more of your brilliant beverages you have procured the past years…” He stumbled towards the console in the middle of the room, then punched in a couple of numerals and fell backwards into his seat.
“(Static) Payne of Crion. We are under attack, (Static) Orks unifying. (Static) Separatist scum. (Static) Heretics. We are deserate, our PDF is incapable of defending against all these threats. Any Imperial forces in the area, we beg of you to come to our aid. Coordinates follow…”
“Crion. Agri-world, lost contact with the rest of the Imperium about 7 months ago. Guess we can’t turn down a request from another Govenor gakking his pants now can we?” Henri rested his head in his hands.
“We could pretend we never heard it…” Ben was still trying to find a way out of the engagemet, but he knew Henri was never going to turn it down.
“Want me to tell the Commissar what you said?” Henri tried hiding the urge to laugh out loud as he saw Ben’s reaction.
“Commissar? Oh no, I never said anything! DontbeperposterousIdontknowwhatyourtalkingabout.” He hurried out of the room, only to burst into laughter a few seconds later. The laughter went on for about a minute, and was indeed very contagious, as Henri felt himself slipping of his chair. He had no idea why either one of them was laughing so much, but he welcomed it. Ben stormed back into the room and clutched his side.
“It-It-it huwts!” He collapsed to the ground and rolled side to side, in agony, but still laughing. Henri sat and cried tears of joy, as it was somehow funny to watch his best friend in so much self-inflicted pain.
Commissar Kurt Van Feineish ran into the room with his bolt pistol drawn.
“Sir is everything…alright?” He raised his eyebrows at the sight of the two grown men rolling on the ground like school-children. “Sir?”
Henri nodded to Ben, who slowly reached up and replayed the message once more. The Commissars face dropped as he realised they were going back to war.
Ben looked up at Kurt, and, inbetween bouts of laughter managed to say “That ole’ Govenor gone and shat his pants, and Henri here is sending us off to smother his face with it.” He barely managed to finish the sentence before laughter once again consumed him, and surprisingly, Kurt began laughing. They both stopped to stare at the spectacle.
“Can-can he do that?” Henri gestured towards the laughing Commissar, this being the first time either of them had seen it.
“IT’S A MIRACLE OF THE EMPEROR!” Ben exclaimed and threw his hands in the air, and, once again, the contagious laughter spread through the entire ship.


Several hours later, and even more empty bottles of alcohol later, the trio became serious.
“Now, how do we tell the troops?” Ben asked, with the occasional hiccup inbetween.
“We, do not. You tell the men.” Kurt chuckled.
“What?! Why me?” Ben painckedly looked around at the other two.
“Because, you drank about three quarters of my alcohol. And I have no idea what happened to whatever I didn’t take off you…” Henri wasn’t displeased with Ben, he was just making his life harder. Good old fashion fun he thought. “Ah don’t worry, I’ll tell them. They deserve to hear it from their Commander, not some second rate thug.” He looked at Ben, who, surprisingly, didn’t take the joke badly.
“A second rate thug would never be able to hold his stomach as well as me.” He joked back.
“The Imperium would never allow a second rate thug into the Guard.” The Commissar tried his best at joking, but his lack of experience meant that he would be the target of comebacks very ofter.
“Then why are you here Commie?” Ben’s head lulled back and forth, obviously blind drunk, but that did nothing to stem the reaction from Kurt, who rose and struck Ben with his Bolt pistol.
“That is considered treason, Major. I would shoot you right now had the General asked.” He leaned in closer to the stunned and bleeding Ben. “Know your place.” He reached out and pulled the man back up, who appeared to have sobered up after the blow.
“Yes…Yes Commissar…” Ben reached up to the cut above his eye, and winced at the pain.
“Now that that’s sorted…What shall I tell the men…” Henri once again began thinking of a speech to lift the troops’ spirit.

Henri stood on a podium in the hangar bay of the Hopilite, a Endevour class light cruiser. He gazed upon the faces of the assembled troops, all were weary, all wanted to go home. He had to shatter those dreams now. He would now see the men and women he had served with the past six years with cry, curse and hate him. But, it was necessary. They would forgive him in time.
“Men, Women, all of you have served with me all the way. We have faced Xenos, Greenskins, and even the Horrors of Chaos. And we prevailed against all odds.” A cheer went up from the crowd, and several helmets were flung into the air. “We prevailed, and we should be going home to our wifes, our children, and whatever else you are into!” Another cheer went up, and even more helmets were flung into the air. “But we are not.” The noise drained from the hangar, all eyes were on Henri now. “Our lovers’ beds shall once again remain empty for another year. We have, once again been summoned to another planet. Wracked by insurrection, a Greekskin uprising, and possible chaos ” He saw the eyes around him tear up. Their faces contorted into a look of anger, sadness, and confusion. He continued. “We have been once again requested to aid this world. We are to go there, squash the rebellion, purge the Greenskins off the face of the world, and then we will leave. We will go back to our lovers, and there we shall stay, Emperor willing. But for now, we do the Emperors will.” Silence. Henri closed his one remaining eye. “I miss my family as much as any of you do. But, we cannot forsake our souls in exchange for some time with our families. Now, set course for Crion. Send word of our arrival and make sure the PDF is ready. We’re going to take out our anger on them, along with the Xenos and Chaos that taint that Emperor forsaken world.” The crowd infront of him shifted. It was a simple mission, they would arrive, kill whatever Xeno they could find, train the PDF, and they would leave. Shouldn’t take more than a month or two. Henri didn’t know how wrong he was.

Due to overwhelming votes(One) I have chosen to add in some 'Ordinary Guardsmen' into the frey.

Have fun Xenos scum.

Edit: I should insert this into the other thread shouldn't I?

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

 TheEyeOfNight wrote:
TS, sent you a roll request when you have the time

I know, I am compiling some information...

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
A destroyer cult could he very cool, and also bring a whole new depth to the dangers on Crion.

However, seeing more of the guardsmen running around, being meatshields, and shooting endless lasrounds at the enemy would also be cool. It'd also show more of how the Imperium at large is dealing with Crion. We may have space marines everywhere, and some scions, among others, but each faction has its own agenda. Some hammer of the Emperor could be very useful.

 Bobthehero wrote:
I played my first game of 40k in a long while, the 85th successfully defeated pro-Tau traitor Guard, there might be a video bat rep about it, anyone interested?

 Bobthehero wrote:
I played my first game of 40k in a long while, the 85th successfully defeated pro-Tau traitor Guard, there might be a video bat rep about it, anyone interested?

 Bobthehero wrote:
Won't have it till a few days, it wasn't me who filmed it

Bobthehero wrote:I played my first game of 40k in a long while, the 85th successfully defeated pro-Tau traitor Guard, there might be a video bat rep about it, anyone interested?

Tactical_Spam wrote:

 Bobthehero wrote:
I played my first game of 40k in a long while, the 85th successfully defeated pro-Tau traitor Guard, there might be a video bat rep about it, anyone interested?

Humour me, friend. I have a video of me at MWG with the New Order I could post too... Its from a year or so ago.

 TheEyeOfNight wrote:

Tactical_Spam wrote:

 Bobthehero wrote:
I played my first game of 40k in a long while, the 85th successfully defeated pro-Tau traitor Guard, there might be a video bat rep about it, anyone interested?

Humour me, friend. I have a video of me at MWG with the New Order I could post too... Its from a year or so ago.

Also this. MWG addict right here.

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

 Bobthehero wrote:
Won't have it till a few days, it wasn't me who filmed it

Who filled it?