fire in the skys.

[mina]

Zynx steps forward and pulls her helmet of revealing her hauntingly beautiful face. She turns to the angry Picolu and smiles brightly," I am very sorry to have scared off your quarry. I fI happen upon one such of those creatures be sure that I will bring it in for you." She turns to the one that speaks as though older and smiles at him giving a respectful nod," Well I really hate to bother your people, and therefore you, but My sisters and I and a few other Eldar are looking for some Imperials and possibley Tau that have landed on your world. We wish to drive them off and form a alliance with the Picolu people. Any help that you or your young friend could offer would be greatley appreciated." She smiles and adds very quickly as though having forgot," Oh! and my Name is Zynx."

(Eerrmm why am I here actually? Do I need this Picolu's help or not? If my post is wrong I'll correct it.)

[Esiphas]

ooc- eldar, you can dicide what you want to do here, i dont really mind. tau are here because they wn to add this world to the ever growing empire, and the imperials are here to recruit the picolu to the imperial army.

[Lewis C.]

"I'm sorry kasa," he looked at Zynx, his eyes slitted and cold. "You do not belong here, nor do the other races!" he regained his stature and addressed the eldar "There's a imperial base on that mountain," he pointed to the floating island close to the one they currently stood on "I have attacked it before, but its not a job for a lone hunter..." he looked towards the island "I request your help,"

[Esiphas]

"now now. if these nice people wnt to help us we should let them. or would you rather be a slave to the imperials?"

[templarbones]

"Xeno scum" Grik mutters as he spits on the picolu corpse his shock troopers laid just outside his tent.

"Corporal!" he snaps out in an authoritive tone. "Send a runner to the marshalling area, inform the Commissar we've made contact with the natives south west of the compound in sector Two-Bravo."

Another two-bit planet full of heretics he thinks to himself as he scans the southern horizon. Whispering under his breath Grik recites a litany of protection as if the very presence of the rotting picolu might taint him in some way.

Having only fought in a few limited skirmishes, mostly with rebellious menials and small heretic cults, Griks green band of soldiers seem anxious to make a name for themselves.

"Replenish ammunition and field rations" he tells them. "At night-fall we'll be launching a second patrol."

[mina]

Zynx listens to the young Picolu for a moment and seems to gather her thoughts," Your right, we don't belong here, but we are here, and as your elder Kasa said, if we want to help the foolishness of youth won't stop us." She smiles and turns to her Harliquinn sisters," Hey were moving out! Lets kill us some Imperials!" SHe looks at Kasa then the other and gives a bow of respect," Do lead us on. We are ready for battle"

[Father Nurgle]

"so sergeant grik has engaged the xenos here. good. prepare the Valkyries, load the penal legionnaires to them. tell them to redeem themselves." Vin orders the vox casters to begin to relay their orders. "thunder bolt fighters, escort the marauder bombers to the camps and cities of the xenos staying here. send in the 20 sisters of battle to burn a landing spot for the storm troopers and i." He continued to relay orders. "make it swift..." he then ordered lastly as the Valkyrie doors shut and departed...

[barkblast334]

Name: Scythemaul
Unit Type: Warrior
Race: Tyranid
Weapons: Scything Talons, Deathspitter, Adrenal Glands (yay for weapon skill 6 or so!), Toxin Sacs, Extended Carapace.
Personality: Cunning and talented, resourceful and willing to ally with others...for his own benefit.
Specialties: Synapse powers. Can communicate with psykers and project a slight shadow in the warp.
Other: Scythemaul was separated from his hive, hive fleet Agamemnon, a long time ago. He started out with a small army of Tyranids, but they have slowly died out over the years. He is the only one left of them now. He makes his way in Imperial space by hiding and pulling his weight on bounty contracts (he never meets his contractors in person and uses a voice disguiser system, so noone gets suspicious). However, his mycetic spore transporter (cloned from his own cells, no less!) from his latest mission was shot down over this planet.
Paint Job: White skin, black carapace. Gold weapons (including talons)

OOC: Sorry for being late for the rp, hope you don't mind, I've been away for a while. Got caught in the warp. Fraggin' chaos scum. Anywho.

As Zynx and the two picolu started to move, a roaring in the sky shattered their ears. They looked up to see a cylindrical object shoot across the sky, trailing green mist.

After night-fall, as Grik's patrol started their run, one with sharp eyes noticed a faint light in the sky. "Sir!", he shouted to his squad sergeant, "Unidentified contact. Do you think we sh--". Suddenly the ground split open beneath their feet, blinding light enveloped them and they were thrown backwards. When their eyes cleared and they could see again, an organic-looking cylinder-/cone-shaped object lay there, dwarfing even their largest man by half. As the scout who had spoken first moved forward, part of the thing split open, the forward half of it, and something large walked out. Standing upright at two meters, it spread it's wings and held it's arms upwards. Then the scout noticed something: they weren't wings. They weren't arms with hands, either, but with great talons instead. "Tyranid!", he shouted, then spoke into his vox caster. "Griks, sir! We have contact! Cross reference, uh...species 43798, Tyranid, Tyran, Tyrant, Xenos! I repeat! Sir, we have Tyranids! By the emperor it's moving!", then screamed as Scythemaul stepped forward, tearing his hand free of the devourer and throwing the scout through the air.

OOC: Hopefully you imperials have a psyker somewhere in your camp.

Suddenly, the psyker standing behind Grik swayed and fell to his knees, wretching. "What now?", said Grik, but the psyker could only moan, "It's gone! The light is gone!", and claw at the dirt. Halfway through all his dirt-clawing, the psyker snapped bolt upright and uttered, "Incompetent cur. Be thankful the hivemind has not chosen to...favour...this planet.", then fell back down, clawing at his face. "No! But the light is gone! How can you--", but he cut off and spoke again, ominously, "Don't cross me. Your patrolmen are fine, but I am leaving this area and any who follow with bad intentions will die.". Grik swore, then started to help the poor man up.

[Lewis C.]

The younger picolu nodded at Kasa, he handed the eldar a small round GPS like system "Use this to find me..." before a response could be heard, K'agarrth had dissapeared and a red dot appeared on the tracking system before moving quickly away as the young picolu jumped off at speed.

[lictoralpha]

Due to other things I'll have to quit this RP, sorry

[mina]

She takes the GPS tracking system and turns to her fellow Harliquinns and smiles placing her helmet back on her head as they all move out after the young Picolu they are moving at a pase that no ordinary human could match. She follows the beeping dot through the dense jungle leaping and bounding over rocks and tree branches. The only thing on her mind is what she'll do when they find the Imperials.

[Lewis C.]

[Barkblast, i forgot to mention this earlier, but don't control other peoples characters without permission.]

The picolu leapt through the trees with much ease as he knew this planet well. He reached the edge of the floating island and looked up at the vines and rocks that connected each of the floating planet. With one faithful bound, he flung himself over the gap between the islands, landing on some suspending vines. Continuing his run he reached the perimeter of the camp and peaked through some leaves of the densely covered trees.

[mina]

She and her sisters come to the edge in time to see him jump over. Zynx scales the tree quickly and jumps over as well landing on the next tree and proving her Eldar grace by running and leaping quickly from branch to branch followed quickly by the rest of her sisters.

( I am with LL here, I don't like being controlled.)

[Father Nurgle]

"make sure there are no survivors..." Vin orders as 3 squads of flamer veterans burn down a medium sized village with a council like building in the middle, "chances are, if they find us out then we will have to burn all the forest to the ground. and that won't make this place very suited to an argri world..." vin finished. the last of the village was burn to the ground and the flames extinguished. "move out, to the Valkyries. interrogate the prisoner we have and find the nearest village, small or large, these xenos must be purged." Vin orders as the flames were put out and his veterans loading up. "hit and run can win this..." he thinks as the psykers behind him clocked the time to take the village. 20 minutes... the Valkyrie lifted off as all were loaded to their ships. "sir, the nearest village is 50 kilometers from here, small one but a small hunters post. "ask here the largest city is, we must know, take the head out first..." Vin asked as turbulence in the Valkyrie got kind of heavy. "1000 sir, we knew that before we asked him, the ratlings found it but never came back." the vox responded. "then plot a course to the command post on the mountain, we gather there and strike like lightning to the captital in 2 days..." Vin said before leaving vox...

[Esiphas]

ooc- bark blast, as LL and Mina pointed out, please dont control other people. also, ou can only be a tau, imperial, picolu or eldar. if you want to be predator, you can because he is a "tamed" warrior. but no normal nids.

ic- darting out of a cave in the side of the rock, and pushing up to zynx with suprising speed, then jumped and landed in front of her. turning, he said "i appreciate your help, eldar. you are thre only race here not intent on war. but i have one small request. do not attempt to take any samples of plants, rock or soil. do not attack any living thing, please. because it is as much for my feelings as it is for your safety. i learned that the hard way." he showed her a large green wound on his arm. "at the age of 4, i threw a rock over one tree and into anoher. the sme tree, sent its roots out of the ground and used its thorns to make that wound. i am now 346. it has never healed." trning to his younger comrade, who was still running aheasd, he said to the eldar "ah, the joys of your first century. he is still so young by my standards. come now, we should keep up." and with a uick nod, he added "maam" and ran forward, just slow enough to let the eldar keep up.