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Post by The Custodian on Aug 23, 2009 21:12:02 GMT
Depends, you may narrate your action in any fashion you wish, however the result of these actions would be decided by me...
Ex: YOu enter a room filled with crates and ammo, on the other side a pair of guards stand with thier backs turned to you.
Reponse#1 (INcorrect)
Creeping silently Mr X gets behind the guards and slits both thier throats before turning and grabbing all the ammo.
WHat was a mistake is that he decided the outcome of the attack. THe guards could have detected him coming and such so his actions may have been twarted
Response #2 (Correct)
MrX tries to sneak up on the guards ensuring he remains silent so he may attack them nija style.
My Respons: Mr X succeds in killing one guard with a swift twist of the neck, however guard two shouts out before turning to flee.
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Post by Father Nurgle on Aug 24, 2009 0:49:26 GMT
i c. this is a new look upon things. /:l
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Bluedermis
Genestealer
My pet Hormagaunt!
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Post by Bluedermis on Aug 25, 2009 8:57:00 GMT
((Come on though. Lets do this!))
Lurg woke up, and had a look around the room he had been placed in after the trial.
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Post by The Custodian on Aug 25, 2009 19:36:55 GMT
Sorry, I had written a long intro post yesterday and got it deleted by accident, I didnt have the motivation to write it again...
Anyway...
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"Throne hes a tough bugger!" a voice calls out from beside you...Your is head strapped down to some slab stopping you from looking elsewhere. Above yu can see a bright light with dark figures moving at ts edges. AS you strugle you can see them moving franticly in an attempt to subdue you...
"Move out of the way, I have a sedative" another voice calls out. Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your left arm.
"He should be asleep in 5, 4, 3, 2-"
Darkness...
You wake up some time later, groggy and in a bit of pain. The room you are in is dark. Its a standard cell, similar to the one you had been staying in after the trial. Ahead you can see another figure stanging agaisnt the wall nearby the entrance. For a moment it seems startled by you awakening before it begins to approach you. As it nears you can make out more details, automaticly you recognise the clothing and weaponry, it was very similar to what you had been wearing yourself only a few days earlier.
"Ah, your awake" he says his voice a whisper.." Common get up" he continues before prodding you with the end of a lasgun.
As you scramble up you notice a new weight around your neck. Feelling it you can tell its a collar of sorts, made out of metal.
"I wouldnt try and take it off if I were you, Things rigged to blow if you so much as try and take it off." The man says with a laugh. As you step out of the cell you see others like you. Barely clothed and each one wearing a thin metal around their necks. Like animals your all hearded into a massive chamber. As you gaze about you can tell it used to be a cathedral, faded paintings and frescos of the holy Emperor and his angelic nine Primarchs line the walls around you, however its obvious the place has fallen into disrepair. At the front a pair of uniformed figures stand at what appears to be the remains of an altar. Instantly you recognise one of them. His black coat, commisarial hat, and hawkish appearance denoting him as Commisar Blake, a ruthless and infamous man known for his short temper and strong belief that the Commisariat is the best thing to happen to the imperium since the emperor himself. The other man is a mystery, but by the amount of medals, and gold covering his uniform you can infer that he's probably very important.
Around you stand about thirty other men, some you recognise, others complete strangers. All sharing a look of desperation in thier eyes.
"Is that all?" Blake asks before nodding to who appear the be the seargent of the guards. "Your men are dismissed and to return to thier duties" around you the guards seem rather confused and reluctant to leave the two sernior officers in the company of prisoners but a short bark from the seargents sends them off out of the chamber until all that remains is thirty prisoners, a servitor writing down notes, and the two officers.
"Good, sir?" the commisar says before turning to the officer..
"Very well, Prisoners,what I am about to tell you is classified under the most highest of authority. Anyone revealing this information will be killed imediately. Now anyone wishing to leave may do so now and will be escorted back to thier cell to await thier judgement..." for a moment the officer waits and watches for anyone to make a move towards the doors. As you look around you can see the others flash looks of confusion and reluctancce, some seriously considering returning to thier cells where death is certain to happen. At least by remaining you may have a chance to escape and live at a later time.
Seeing no one moving towards the doors the officer smiles "No one then? Good, you would have been shot immediatly after you left the room anyway. Now without further ado... I am Colonel Vernus, I doubt any of you have heard of me but if you have you would know I do not tolerate stpidity and laziness in those I command so I hope you all will act more like the Gaurdsmen you all are and shape up. This as you know is Commisaar Blake, he will also be joining us on this expidition. Now onto why were here." Behind Vernus a large globe sudenly apears, at first is fizzles out of focus before transforming into a planet that you all instantly recognise...
Once again Vernus smiles at your looks of recognition "Yup, thats her alright, Ophedium X..."
Ophedium was once a thriving agri world that supplied Kervan with much of its food, however five hundred years ago it fell to a massive Ork invasion force. The brave attempts to halt the alien invaders was the topic of many of Kertvan's romantic movies and literature.
"Yes well it seems that about fifty years ago the planet was attacked by the tyranids as part of the ongoing Octavius war. Now this is why were here, seems that a certain member of the Inquisition requires our help. Seems that another renegade Inquisitor, you may know him as Kryptman, has made what appear to be a small observatory on the planet to watch the progress of the fight. Our inquisitorial friend has asked that we donate a group of penal squads to help him out. We are to join him in orbit and transit into the system itself where together we will try and bring Kryptman to justice" Vernus says, a look concern on his face... It was understandable, no one wanted to get involved in Inquisition politics, even more when tyranids and orks are busy trying to kill each other and you right next door.
"Right, Commisar if you may?"
"Of course..." the man takes a step forwards before giving you all a look of utter disgust "You will all be divided into squads of ten, I dont care how just do it. Next you are all to recieve your gear and weaponry, those of you utilising weaponry other than the standard lasgun, be it a flamer, meltagun, or a frakking lascannon you will tell me now or all youll be getting is lasgun.Then you will all form up like the guardsmen you all are to moe out. I dont want to hear any complaining or whining out of you. Lastly if any of you dare to escape you will be killed. Both me and the Colonel have the devices needed to activate your collars and are not afraid to use them" Blake says as he takes out a small rectangular device with multiple buttons upon it. No doubt each one a trigger for a collar.
"Any questions?"
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Post by Fellta on Aug 25, 2009 21:14:06 GMT
Kalic was at attention the whole time taking in all that the two officers were saying. His hair had grow out some sense the last time he was allowed to cut it. Spiky with a thick five o'colock shadow was his look now.
A dangerous mission to capture another inquisator was bad enough but to have to move about on a ork and tyranid infested planet just lowered the percent of any of them getting out alive. Still this was a chance, and a chance Kalic was willing to take. Maybe just maybe he could clear his name and return to his home. But he would have to rely on the other prisoners to make sure as many of them made it there and back.
Stepping forward Kalic salutes showing his not so old PDF training. "Colonel Sir, my name is Kalic Jillas. Former sniper of the PDF. I would be most helpful as such still as I have little training in any other main stream weaponry Sir," he say holding the salute.
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Post by Father Nurgle on Aug 25, 2009 21:26:48 GMT
Ryan glanced around at the dimly lit room. he lined up in what seemed to be the chance to apply for a special weapon. he was to late for that chance and decided maybe it was best not to be too close to the enemy when firing. Ryan then pondered when he would see his dearest again...
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Post by The Custodian on Aug 25, 2009 22:03:13 GMT
OOC:I edited the intro post trying to eliminate any of the many spelling mistakes... Damn gell keyboards
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Blake lets out s sniff of distate as he looks at Kalic before taking out a datapad and making a note upon it.
"Very well prisoner, we shall ensure your request is processed, anyone else? If I may add the inquisition has graciously given us the liberty of access to their armories. So things such as plasma based weapons and hellguns are available."
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Post by Father Nurgle on Aug 25, 2009 22:26:15 GMT
"plasma you say commissionar sir?" Ryan woke up from day dreaming. "do you perhaps think i could apply to get a plasma gun or an auto cannon team?" He asked with interest as if he was even more helpful with the heavy guns...
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Bluedermis
Genestealer
My pet Hormagaunt!
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Post by Bluedermis on Aug 25, 2009 23:09:23 GMT
"I'm a flamer guy, colonel." said Lurg, in a quite obvious attempt to get a flamer.
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Post by kamikazewatermelon on Aug 29, 2009 16:23:02 GMT
Damian stepped up for a special weapon too. "Sir, I am familiar with just about any rifle- or carbine-style weapon you require me to use, and am also a proficient knife fighter.", while thinking of twelve different ways to escape, none of which would work with this damn collar on...
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Post by The Custodian on Oct 15, 2009 3:41:52 GMT
Hey guys, sorry for not doing anything with this rp... Have had problems getting onto the site for some reason (all the other forums im a member of seem to work...).
Anyway everyone still interested in doing this?
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Post by barkblast334 on Oct 15, 2009 5:07:04 GMT
Character profile:
Name: Artanis Spinnaker
Preferred weapons: Two daggers or (his pet dream) Dreadnought.
Background: Attempted to get into the Black Templars space marines. Failed, obviously, then tried to blackmail him, using his many smuggling partners. Got sent here. His favourite motto is "You want it, I may not have it now but give me five minutes and I will have."
Name: Artanis Spinnaker
Age: 21
Description: Lean, medium height and light build. Goldy-blonde ruffled/spiky hair. Somewhat long hair.
Why your a prisoner: Blackmailed the Black Templars space marines.
Any skills: (I dont want to see things like super fast or a psycker, make it simple)
BIo: Attempted to get into the Black Templars space marines. Failed, obviously, then tried to blackmail him, using his many smuggling partners. Got sent here. His favourite motto is "You want it, I may not have it now but give me five minutes and I will have."
Preferred weapons: Two daggers or (his pet dream) Dreadnought, or (his other pet dream) lightning claws (two of them).
Sure. I'm interested.
One of the Sergeants stepped up to Artanis, spitting in his eye. Calmly wiping it away, he then received a punch in the face for 'breaking rank for a trivial matter'. Getting up and saluting once more, he said, "I don't know if this matters anymore, but I am uncommonly good dual-wielding weapons. Sir.", he added as an afterthought. "Preferably lightning claws, but daggers will do. Or a Dreddy if you've got one. You know, a Dreadnought? Always wanted one of them, sir.", and once again he was punched in the face. Lining up next to Lurg, he whispered, "Jeez, they're harsh aren't they?"
OOC: My guy is very free-willed and spirited. He dislikes rank. Obviously.
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Post by sgtpenguin on Oct 15, 2009 21:10:38 GMT
Name: Jason Bakker
Age: 19
Description: Short with a brown hair, cut to military standards. He has a problem with authority, prefers to be alone, very hard to anger.
Why your a prisoner: Refused an order from his Commisar, and then shot the Commisar when he tried to exectue him
Any skills: Good at Hand to Hand Combat, likes to use shotguns
Bio: Born in the lower levels of the hive, Jason joined the PDF the first chance he got, figuring that anywhere was better than in the cesspit he lived in. When he got in the PDF, he was only a private when he refused an order from a Commisar, subsequently shooting the commisar in the face after he tried to execute him.
(I don't really like the whole "wandering off without any direction of any kind", so yes, I would like doing this very much.)
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Post by kamikazewatermelon on Oct 16, 2009 21:06:36 GMT
I'm still in.
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Post by The Custodian on Oct 17, 2009 2:12:57 GMT
So three?
Anyone else?
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