Post by Assimilator on Feb 13, 2010 1:02:34 GMT
Hey guys.
*This is a recording by Major Grenth Enderketh of the 67th mobilised division of the Imperial Guard. On....hell I don't know any more, been on this damn rock for too long.
If you are hearing this message then I have failed my mission and I am dead, this message was set to transmit on my death. My mission was one of embarrasing simplicity, I had to guard a (please do not swear) load of supplies in a depo, and I failed. 37 years, and I can't even keep some sweets and firecrackers safe.
We were station on Setis IV, a miserable cold little planet, yes seemed like perfect place for refueling, reloading, the (please do not swear) we go through for those damn "knights in blue". I was the leader of a small garrison of about 60 of my finest soldiers, we were stationed at a.....(There is a distant clang followed by silence)...supply depo before the bugs were upon us.
You've probably guessed the foe I mention, yes the Tyranid menace. We were suddenly ambushed from beneath us, f*cking stealers, led by one of those licker things I dunno what the kids call em all I know is that they are only good dead.
After they cornered us they just charged us I was only saved by having one of those things land on me! I was dragged from beneath its corpse by 6 of my elite, all I knew well enough for them to know how I am to be respected. They survived in one of the refuse pods, a necessary cowardice I suppose. We searched the depo for about 2 hours and didnt come into contact with any of those things, we were making sure to be as quiet as possible. We came across a supply cache in one of the thunderhawk hangers, we stocked up and moved for the relay station hoping to.....(Another clang louder than before echoes through the sounding of the recording, you hear the distinctive sound of a weapon being primed and loaded)....try and get in contact with another depo, I know there are thousands scattered across this iceberg. We reached the relay station, to find it in tatters every little thing was destroyed, nothing remained but scrap metal. Just then one of those things leaped for Udeski, tore the poor girl to shreds, we fired upon it, big mistake we heard the distant sounds of scuttling and screaming, we just yelled "dinners ready!"
We ran for a blast door but we couldnt get the piece of (please do not swear) open, scum must have ripped everything to pieces. They swarmed our position and attacked we mowed down about fifteen this time, though they were only the runts with the bug guns. We were holding ground, Nirich got hit right in the face, screams sound worse when they are being eaten by bugs.
We were beginning to run low on ammo, and i took some shrapnel to the thigh made me lose my footing and fall through the deck, I could only wait and listen as my comrades perished.
I landed in a maintenence corridor, but I landed poorly, both legs gone, plus my left hand. Stings a bit, I know its only A matter of time, but hey at least you know my sto-(There is a sickening squelch and an alien scream, the recording ends)
Your Squad leader Looks over at you, with a heavy frown.
His voice stays at the same pitch as he slowly says through his vocoder:
"This cannot keep happening, its like they know."
"Every forward supply station in the Vagar sector has either been destroyed or under atttack, and by small groups of Tyranids in comparison to the larger fleets."
" Our forces are now scattered and under supplied throughout the sector, now I don't want the same to happen to you or any soldier in my detachment , but I swear to god if you let those thing get into the titan plasma complex I will personally feed you to one of those bugs!"
There is an awkward silence as he stands up, the whirring from his mech legs seems to last forever:
"Now you are being sent in right to the complex to patrol the lower catacombs, thats where according to research those genestealers seem to be erupting from, scouts report numerous nests dotted on the planet surface, oh yes the planet." Guess what boys and girls Tirin IIV, yes Mr Green, rolling jungle as far as you can see, a perfect place for a Tyranid assmilation."
Your not amused by his sarcasm. He glances around and turns heading for the door.
"Your planetside in 16 hours, hit the hypersleep."
Ok guys IG vs Tyranids Role play
There will be no squad leader, there will be "Supervisor" who will guide us all through our mission.
How ever many want to join is fine, I just want to lay out some ground rules:
No godding. ( Making your character too UBER)
If you want to stop being a part of the RP, PM me and I will kill you off.
Feel free to suggest ideas for next moves and things But anything out of character please put [these] next to it so we know.
will update as we go ^
Ok here is the CV
Name:
Age:
Speciality: ( General weapon combat, demolition, comms, medic, large weapons) <- Pick em quick
Years in service:
Temperament:
Background: (optional)
Likes cookies Y/N:
I will add anything as it comes to me.
Name: Dan Jint
Age: 36
Speciality: Medic
Years in service: 9
Temperament: Comical nature, good guy to be with.
Background: Not much to tell, regular rise up through the ranks, has fought nearly all enemies even if he hasn't actuallly fired a weapon.
Likes cookies: Y!
Ok whenever, go.
*This is a recording by Major Grenth Enderketh of the 67th mobilised division of the Imperial Guard. On....hell I don't know any more, been on this damn rock for too long.
If you are hearing this message then I have failed my mission and I am dead, this message was set to transmit on my death. My mission was one of embarrasing simplicity, I had to guard a (please do not swear) load of supplies in a depo, and I failed. 37 years, and I can't even keep some sweets and firecrackers safe.
We were station on Setis IV, a miserable cold little planet, yes seemed like perfect place for refueling, reloading, the (please do not swear) we go through for those damn "knights in blue". I was the leader of a small garrison of about 60 of my finest soldiers, we were stationed at a.....(There is a distant clang followed by silence)...supply depo before the bugs were upon us.
You've probably guessed the foe I mention, yes the Tyranid menace. We were suddenly ambushed from beneath us, f*cking stealers, led by one of those licker things I dunno what the kids call em all I know is that they are only good dead.
After they cornered us they just charged us I was only saved by having one of those things land on me! I was dragged from beneath its corpse by 6 of my elite, all I knew well enough for them to know how I am to be respected. They survived in one of the refuse pods, a necessary cowardice I suppose. We searched the depo for about 2 hours and didnt come into contact with any of those things, we were making sure to be as quiet as possible. We came across a supply cache in one of the thunderhawk hangers, we stocked up and moved for the relay station hoping to.....(Another clang louder than before echoes through the sounding of the recording, you hear the distinctive sound of a weapon being primed and loaded)....try and get in contact with another depo, I know there are thousands scattered across this iceberg. We reached the relay station, to find it in tatters every little thing was destroyed, nothing remained but scrap metal. Just then one of those things leaped for Udeski, tore the poor girl to shreds, we fired upon it, big mistake we heard the distant sounds of scuttling and screaming, we just yelled "dinners ready!"
We ran for a blast door but we couldnt get the piece of (please do not swear) open, scum must have ripped everything to pieces. They swarmed our position and attacked we mowed down about fifteen this time, though they were only the runts with the bug guns. We were holding ground, Nirich got hit right in the face, screams sound worse when they are being eaten by bugs.
We were beginning to run low on ammo, and i took some shrapnel to the thigh made me lose my footing and fall through the deck, I could only wait and listen as my comrades perished.
I landed in a maintenence corridor, but I landed poorly, both legs gone, plus my left hand. Stings a bit, I know its only A matter of time, but hey at least you know my sto-(There is a sickening squelch and an alien scream, the recording ends)
Your Squad leader Looks over at you, with a heavy frown.
His voice stays at the same pitch as he slowly says through his vocoder:
"This cannot keep happening, its like they know."
"Every forward supply station in the Vagar sector has either been destroyed or under atttack, and by small groups of Tyranids in comparison to the larger fleets."
" Our forces are now scattered and under supplied throughout the sector, now I don't want the same to happen to you or any soldier in my detachment , but I swear to god if you let those thing get into the titan plasma complex I will personally feed you to one of those bugs!"
There is an awkward silence as he stands up, the whirring from his mech legs seems to last forever:
"Now you are being sent in right to the complex to patrol the lower catacombs, thats where according to research those genestealers seem to be erupting from, scouts report numerous nests dotted on the planet surface, oh yes the planet." Guess what boys and girls Tirin IIV, yes Mr Green, rolling jungle as far as you can see, a perfect place for a Tyranid assmilation."
Your not amused by his sarcasm. He glances around and turns heading for the door.
"Your planetside in 16 hours, hit the hypersleep."
Ok guys IG vs Tyranids Role play
There will be no squad leader, there will be "Supervisor" who will guide us all through our mission.
How ever many want to join is fine, I just want to lay out some ground rules:
No godding. ( Making your character too UBER)
If you want to stop being a part of the RP, PM me and I will kill you off.
Feel free to suggest ideas for next moves and things But anything out of character please put [these] next to it so we know.
will update as we go ^
Ok here is the CV
Name:
Age:
Speciality: ( General weapon combat, demolition, comms, medic, large weapons) <- Pick em quick
Years in service:
Temperament:
Background: (optional)
Likes cookies Y/N:
I will add anything as it comes to me.
Name: Dan Jint
Age: 36
Speciality: Medic
Years in service: 9
Temperament: Comical nature, good guy to be with.
Background: Not much to tell, regular rise up through the ranks, has fought nearly all enemies even if he hasn't actuallly fired a weapon.
Likes cookies: Y!
Ok whenever, go.
) you hear shouts from afar and stand up wearily, and head towards the sound