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Post by robomummy on May 31, 2009 0:37:16 GMT
This is an RPG of a squad of guardsmen from the 398th remnants platoon. after a long night of fighting a tyranid swarm your platoon has suffered many casualties. the survivors must hold the line until morning when reinforcements arrive.
Create a character with the following info.-
Name
A Breif Backround story
Weapons*
Specialties**
*weapons are choosen from the following list each character can have 1 primary weapon and 1 side arm. the weapon info will determain your success.
primary weapons:
Lasgun- not very powerful but highly reliable, includes bayonet 10 shots per clip
Sniper rifle- accurate for long distances but only single shot.
Chainsword- Heavy but very effective at close combat
Flamer- Very effective at close combat with tightly packed infantry but unreliable and fuel makes you vulnerable to rear shots
Meltagun- unreliable but powerful, 5 shots per canister
plasmagun- unreliable but very powerful, May not take a side arm
Power weapons- sword of fist- powerful but heavy, must not take a side arm
Side arms
Plasma pistol- unreliable but powerful
laspistol- Reliable but not very powerful, may take 2 instead of a primary weapon
Bolt pistol- semi reliable but moderatly powerful
Combat knife- may take another side arm with this
**specialties can be choosen from a list here:
sniper- Gets a bonus to hit with any shooting weapon, is good at sneaking through cover.
Pilot- can fly in an aircraft instead of being on the ground, can also call in airstrikes or airlifts
engineer- can fix any broken equipment (equipment can break if it is too unreliable)
Medic- can attempt to fix any wounds done to guardsmen, must only have a side arm
Driver- can drive vehicals that operate on the ground
Psyker- not yet descovered by the order psycanna your powers are unreliable, may teleport and shoot lightning out of your hands.
vox operator- I will send you messages (from Command) and you must relay them to your platoon. you may call in orbital bombardments (up to 5). Can only have 1 person as vox operator (first posted)
last transmitted order from the 398th.
*Command come in.... this is sergeant Harkor of the 5th platoon.... we need reinforcements ......e cannot hold... much longer... repeat We n.... reinforcements.... we cannot hold out much longer.... The tyranids hve almost crossed the bridge...... if they get by were all dead....... do you hear me ........... somebody answer...................*
You are now protecting what is left of the bridge make sure those tyranids dont cross. who lives and who dies will be left up to me based on what happens. How quickly you post will determain your character's reaction time to events. the game will begin in 2 days if enough people are interested. Good Luck......
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Post by Interogator on May 31, 2009 17:54:43 GMT
Name: Coyle
Veteran from the war for armagedon,was asigned to his vox-operator position with comisar yarick's recomendation.Served the 398th from then.
Weapon: Primary: Lasgun.
Secondary:Combat knife,bolt pistol
Specialities:Vox-operator
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Wave after wave of Gaunts assailed the 389th remenants's platoon entrenched position,and many were have fallen.Coyle shot his lasgun rapidly through the slit,he eagerly expected the promision to retreat.But now these.To hold the bridge until morning was madness,to survive insanity.He didn't know how to tell the sargent the bad news.It will be hard.He fired a clip and praied to the emperor.They realy needed him.
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Post by Captain Malachi on May 31, 2009 18:46:20 GMT
Name: Johnson
Was a young doctor on his home planet, and now serves as a medic in the guard, though he rarely talks about his past. Has fought tyranids on many occasions and is well aware of the horror involved.
Weapons: Laspistol, combat knife.
Specialty: Medic.
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Post by Hellbreaker on May 31, 2009 19:00:41 GMT
Name: Torak
Background: Torak joined the Imperial guard when he was 8, he was first set on regular guard duty but soon got transmitted to the armoured company.
Weapon: Lasgun, combat knife, laspistol
Specialties: Driver
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Post by robomummy on Jun 1, 2009 0:40:06 GMT
The game will begin now since we have some people joining. others can join during the game. remember if you want to call in any special abilities, (ie. airstrike or orbital bombardments) if you have the ability to, to send a message to me do not post it. this will make the game more interactive. I will be assuming the role of narrorator, tyranids, NPC's, and command. please do not take control of other player's characters! this cannot be stressed enough (you can however narrorate your character killing the infernal bugs).
It was getting dark as the sentry stood sat down above the trench lines. "will this ever end," he thought to himself. he looked up and down the rows of trenches and saw many dead and dying men lying next to the sleeping soldiers. of the 250 men and women that were set out on this mission less than half had died on te first day. he shut his eyes and started to pray to the emporor that these memories of the previous battle would leave him. as the hours dragged on he found himself dozing off. he woke up suddenly hearing a small splashing sound. thinking litttle of it he went back to trying to sleep. "why the hell is there only one bridge left on the river surrounding this emporor forsaken city" he wondered. suddenly he heard it again a small splash and the sound of small legs on rockcrete. this time he was sure of it. he leaned over the side of the bridge to see what it was. suddenly out of the inky black shadows long barbed cords appeared wrapping themselves tightly arounf his arm holding his combat knife. thinking quickly he pushed the alarm button before being dragged into the abyss below.
Commissar Marisk woke up suddenly. alarms blazed as he did. he quickly took his weapons and walked out of the command tent. soldiers everywere were running back and fourth to get to their battle stations. "what is this,"he said to a nearby soldier. "we dont know sir, one of the sentries has dissapeared and the alarm has been raised." suddenly the guardsman flies into the air barbed tendrils sticking out of his chest. "clever beast," wispered Marisk, "the river their in the river." tendrils flew up from the sides everywere dragging helpless men and women ito the river. "so it begins.." thought Marisk as tendrils wrapped around his arm and he flew through the air into the dark waters of the river.
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Post by Loplod on Jun 1, 2009 5:45:12 GMT
Name: Rothm
backround: Conscriped into the gaurd 13 years ago, has found himself in dire situations and handels well under pressure
Weapons: flamer, plasma pistol , combat knife
Specialties: engineer
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Post by kamikazewatermelon on Jun 1, 2009 16:50:44 GMT
Name: Jed Arras (you may have seen him before, this is his first mission, he's a new recruit)
Background: Was recruited when he was found slaughtering an ork, has only been in service 6 months, so quite inexperienced. Doesn't relly know what he's facing, until a few days ago that is. Is descended from genestealer hybrids, but looks human and no effect until years after this RP.
Weapons: Chainsword, autopistol (the exact same effect as a laspistol, just looks different, am i allowed?), combat knife.
Specialty: Sniper.
"what's going on?" jed asked his sergeant. "they're back!" the sgt. shouted. "squad... habout, hace! Forward, harch!" (he speaks too officially) "yessir!" the squad chorused, jed half-heartedly. They marched out, firing, into a scene of pure chaos and madness, gaurdsmen desperately holding the line against never-ending waves of tyranids. Jed shouted in surprise as the sergeant was eaten alive by worms fired from a deathspitter. Then a hormagaunt leapt on him. All around, his squad was getting massacred. They could never survive...
No. He, at least, would survive. The gaunt prepared to gut jed. "no way, damn you. I'm not on your menu today!" He thrust up his chainsword, impaling the gaunt. "but may i turn your attention to the alternatives, such as our fine selection of vintage wines... or roast hormagaunt!" jed threw the creature into a flamer blast, and, already dead, it tumbled into the tyranid lines, setting more gaunts on fire. Jed grinned, but then a tyranid warrior stalked up to him. He ran.
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Post by Captain Malachi on Jun 1, 2009 17:43:49 GMT
"By the Emporer." Was all the young man had time to say before a tyranid ripped his throat out. Johnson watched in horror, before remembering he had a duty to the men who had a chance of surviving. Dragging a wounded guardsmen away from the warrior coming after him, he watched as one of the mans squadmates ran. It was the trooper Jed, although Johnson didn't think he'd done anything wrong, it was the right thing to do to run when a large tyranid is about to tear you apart.
This man wasn't going to live, he could tell that. He had been bisected at the waist, and was bleeding heavily. Johnson might be able to keep him alive for a while, but only long enough for him to watch the battle. "Here," he said, handing the man a spare lasgun, "do what you can." The trooper nodded, and started firing in to the tyranid lines, all credit to him, depsite his injuries he took down several of the beasts before they got him.
Johnson ran back to the medical tent, there would be many wounded coming in soon.
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Post by Interogator on Jun 1, 2009 19:26:18 GMT
The tendrils were everywhere,Coyle was shooting at them wildly as he retreated towards the bunker complex to rendezvous the squad leaders and order retreat to the bunkers,where the tendrils couldn't harm them.He got into the bunker,and there was a heavy bolter emplacement waiting for him.But duty first.He swung to the vox-center and switched on the main frequency: "All squad leaders rendezevous at the bunkers." "Well,that was over," he thought to himself as he grabed the heavy bolter handels and took aim at the tendrils. "Now this is something!" he screamed over the bolter'roar.
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Post by robomummy on Jun 1, 2009 19:41:56 GMT
the soldiers were retreating to their tents as fast as possible being gunned down or gutted as they ran. "all men to the trenches," shouted Harkor. the pillboxes and bunkers were firing wildly. Harkor ran towards the command tent but as he looked he saw a spore mine drop from the sky and attach itself to the top of the tent. it burst and bio acid melted the tent in seconds along with everybody inside it. tendrils wrapped around his arm and he cut them off with his chainsword. normally it would have not worked but his right arm had been replaced with a bionic arm after the battle for Hades hive. "your not getting this arm," he shouted as he shot the creature point blank with his shotgun sending it flying backwards crushing small rippers attacking. the tyranids could not get by the trenches otherwise they would cross the bridge and wreak havoc in the city.
As he watched 3 vulture gunships flew over the tops of the hive buildings. +This is vulture squadron terren we are inbound 5 seconds to target+ The vultures fired missiles form under their wings that impacted both sides of the bridge under attack. all three hovered over the bridge strafing the water with their guns.
+target engaged we are proceeding to bullseye 340 at 70+ the valkyries fly past the bridge. +i have red bandits on our 3 o'clock permisson to engage+. +negative proceed to previous destination+ a fleshy torpeo struck the side of one of the vultures and it spiraled downward into the distance crashing into the swarm. the other two turned and fired but were also shot down over the swarm. a large fleshy object hurtled overhead and headed into the sky towards what must have been a large scale space battle.
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Post by Zrascak on Jun 1, 2009 19:48:36 GMT
Maybe a little late but my internet was f*ck*ng with me so i couldn't go into this thread before so please let me in.
Name: Zrascak Last name us unknown
Background: Was one of the soldiers on a planet that was overrun by orks but managed to stay alive himself for around five years before a reconquering army came and took back the planet from the orks grip and found him by tracking the ork bodies that he had left behind when he fled from an ork mob.
Weapons: Sniper rifle, bolt pisto, big combta knife hidden somewhere in his uniform.
Specialties: Master sniper and surviver (like the ones you send out on missions through enemy land to asasinate one person and then come back alive)
"Request permission to fire" Zracsak said through his com-set, "Granted" came an answer and Zrascak pulled the trigger adn blasted off the head of a gaunt from his cover on top of teh bunker. Firing rapidly Zrascak took down many gaunts before a warrior saw him. The warrior fired his devourer to the location where he thought that Zrascak was out in the forest but it was a total miss and Zrascak in return got a perfect view of the warriors head when it lifted its mouth to roar and squeezed the trigger to send the first bullet into the underside of the warriors brain. When he had taken down the warrior he suddenly saw a hormagaunt leaping at him and since he did not have time to use the sniper rifle and it was too clsoe for the bolter pistol he drew his comabt knife and stepped aside. When the gaunt landed on the spot where he had been just moments ago he struck down on it and drov the knife deep into its neck. now that he had made that sudden move all the tyranids knew where he was so he quickly took his rifle and climbed down the ladder into the bunker, sealing the hatch he had used.
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Post by robomummy on Jun 1, 2009 22:00:43 GMT
A barbed tendril rips through the hatch and wraps around Zracsak's wrist. a screeching sound is heard from beyond the hatch. the tendril starts pulling him closer. nearby is a combat knife and a box of matches next to a dead soldier's fuel tank. the gunner in the bunker stops firing, he is dead. There isn't much time to react, free yourself.
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(the quicker you post the quicker your character reacts there will be more of these random events that appear throughout the RPG to random characters.)
amount of time it takes you to post- reaction times (consiquence)
6 hours- immediatly (you react very quickly)
1 day- 1 second (you react fairly quickly)
2 days- 2 seconds (you react reletively slowly, possible consiquences)
3 days- too late (another event will happen that you must react to)
4 days- very late (if being attacked you will probably be eaten)
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Post by w00teldar on Jun 2, 2009 1:36:58 GMT
Name: Matthew Asrin
Background: been flying since he was 14, and has been granted leadership at his age of 18.
Weapons:Bolt pistol
Specialties: Pilot (flys a Lightning Fighter)
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Post by w00teldar on Jun 2, 2009 1:39:34 GMT
Matthew swept low and activated the wing mounted Multi-Lasers and chin mounted Autocannon, cutting a small whole out of the swarm in front of him.
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Post by Loplod on Jun 2, 2009 5:43:50 GMT
Rothm was interrupted from repairs as the red alarm light was on, "damn them to hell" he shouted as he ran out of the room to alert Torak who was off somewhere in the repair-bay he ran as fast as he could, were was he? were was he? the thought raced through his mind, then suddenly Torak came into view, "finally" he heaved as he moved toward Torak and was already explaining the upgrades he had placed on Torak's hellhound "extra Armour, reserves of fuel, a dozer and fixed the handbrake!, now lets get out there and save some guardsmen and cook some bugs!"
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