Post by Assimilator on Aug 17, 2008 0:11:28 GMT
Crunch! The landing craft hits the ground hard, " Ok Bugs hit em hard! " The hatch door flys open and you and the rest of your squad charge out ready to assist the remaining troops in and around the bunker. Your finger rests on the trigger ready to fire, but as the smoke clears the dark dirty smell of what you see hits you.
You look around at the ravaged bunker walls, Other guardsmen look over at you as if you are just another line of men waiting to die. The bunker its self is more or less intact, with large holes in the roof which look to have been burnt through with some sort of acid or plasma. The walls are in seroius need of repair, they are badly damaged and acid burns coat the remaining walls.
The smell hits you once again as you look over at a medic with a cloth over his mouth as he drags a body to the pile of dead bodies.
A servitor passes you ready to take what you have, realising that you are not one of the bodies mounted on fire spines holding up the bodies like stilts he looks over at the rest of your squad and goes off to find something take and scavenge.
You look over at your Luietenant, He looks stunned as his cigar falls from his mouth, " Holy sh...." before the words can leave his mouth a wounded soldier with no legs atop a gun platform yells " hellbats! hellbats! big swarm! " You look over to where the shouting comes from, the wounded soldier pulls himself onto the gun seat and fires wildly into from what you can see , the clouds!
The other soldiers on the base, very reluctantly get up.
Then large built man in some power armour gets out from a tent.
" YOU WANNA DIE? GET UP AND START SHOOTIN! YOU FRAKIN LAZY MAGGOTS! " He yells. The men scramble to their feet and aim their weapons upwards, just over the top of the wall you see little black specs appear. they get closer and closer as the fear of the fact that you might die a horribly painful death. Your Luietenant slaps around the back of the head, " what you lookin at soldier? the pretty colours? " " Come on bugs lets help these guys out......."
Yup another role play! Ok we play as a group of 6 specialist IG's who are expert at killing tyranids. You have been dropped on a planet called Emeser Prime, it is a heavily forested and jungled planet, a perfect location for a tyranid invasion.
Ok, so i need 5 people ( 1 is me i hope you guys dont mind! )
Also Auxellion! I know you tend to have a bit of a silly nature during RP's but please this time be a little more sensible! Thanks dude!
Post your deatils same as last time ok?
Name:
Age:
Rank:
Years in Service:
Equipped With: (Lasguns, shotguns, and flamers are recomended. You may only choose one.)
Secondary Weapon: (CC weapon of your choice.....)
Special Tyranid skill:
Background: Anything else you care to add about your character.
So here is my guy
Name: G
Age: He wont say but from a rough estimate 26
Rank: Who needs rank when you are seconds from death?
Years in Service: N/a
Equipped With: A high powered sniper rifle.
Secondary Weapon: Whatever he can find!
Special Tyranid skill: Anti synapse ( any synaptic creature within a distance cannot detect him or any thing around him, but using this skill severely messes his head up!
Background: N/a
Type away, and weapons at the ready!
Oh and remember the first one to reply with a character is squad leader! (Luitenant)
You look around at the ravaged bunker walls, Other guardsmen look over at you as if you are just another line of men waiting to die. The bunker its self is more or less intact, with large holes in the roof which look to have been burnt through with some sort of acid or plasma. The walls are in seroius need of repair, they are badly damaged and acid burns coat the remaining walls.
The smell hits you once again as you look over at a medic with a cloth over his mouth as he drags a body to the pile of dead bodies.
A servitor passes you ready to take what you have, realising that you are not one of the bodies mounted on fire spines holding up the bodies like stilts he looks over at the rest of your squad and goes off to find something take and scavenge.
You look over at your Luietenant, He looks stunned as his cigar falls from his mouth, " Holy sh...." before the words can leave his mouth a wounded soldier with no legs atop a gun platform yells " hellbats! hellbats! big swarm! " You look over to where the shouting comes from, the wounded soldier pulls himself onto the gun seat and fires wildly into from what you can see , the clouds!
The other soldiers on the base, very reluctantly get up.
Then large built man in some power armour gets out from a tent.
" YOU WANNA DIE? GET UP AND START SHOOTIN! YOU FRAKIN LAZY MAGGOTS! " He yells. The men scramble to their feet and aim their weapons upwards, just over the top of the wall you see little black specs appear. they get closer and closer as the fear of the fact that you might die a horribly painful death. Your Luietenant slaps around the back of the head, " what you lookin at soldier? the pretty colours? " " Come on bugs lets help these guys out......."
Yup another role play! Ok we play as a group of 6 specialist IG's who are expert at killing tyranids. You have been dropped on a planet called Emeser Prime, it is a heavily forested and jungled planet, a perfect location for a tyranid invasion.
Ok, so i need 5 people ( 1 is me i hope you guys dont mind! )
Also Auxellion! I know you tend to have a bit of a silly nature during RP's but please this time be a little more sensible! Thanks dude!
Post your deatils same as last time ok?
Name:
Age:
Rank:
Years in Service:
Equipped With: (Lasguns, shotguns, and flamers are recomended. You may only choose one.)
Secondary Weapon: (CC weapon of your choice.....)
Special Tyranid skill:
Background: Anything else you care to add about your character.
So here is my guy
Name: G
Age: He wont say but from a rough estimate 26
Rank: Who needs rank when you are seconds from death?
Years in Service: N/a
Equipped With: A high powered sniper rifle.
Secondary Weapon: Whatever he can find!
Special Tyranid skill: Anti synapse ( any synaptic creature within a distance cannot detect him or any thing around him, but using this skill severely messes his head up!
Background: N/a
Type away, and weapons at the ready!
Oh and remember the first one to reply with a character is squad leader! (Luitenant)
