The Second Coming of Salderaan.

[mina]

100 years after the heroes of Salderaan, Aeris, Mark, Mort, Burn staked their claim to history by holding the lush planet against Chaos attacks to the point of destroying them by guierlla war fair one again the planet's future is called into question. Murmers of blood and revenge fill the air once more as Khorne has ordered the world be taken back, some more brave people murmer it is his revenge against Burn and Aeris. Whether there is truth to that is not much concern, Salderaan must be held for it is a testament to the strength of the faith of the Emperor's chosen and will.

You are one of the blessed souls come to defend the planet until the rest of the Imperium arrives.

The only true guidelines are you must play new characters JWARD, KAPIN. (Although Mort is allowed to appear, he would have a stake in the world.)

Name:
Race: (Anything can be done here.)
Gender:
Type(Guard, Marine, Sister, so on so forth)
Weapons: (Keep it within reason, and keep in mind the more powerful you are the more powerful you will fight.)
Armor(Whatever floats your boat.)
Description:
Bio:
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Here is me.
Name:Ayowin
Race: half warpcrosser (although she has none of the powers at this point.)
Gender:female
Type:I.G.
Weapons:Sniper Rifle, combat knife
Armor:HAHAHAHAA!
Description: Ayowin is Tall, Lean, her hair is choppy in style and light in color, her eyes are blue, she moves with the air of someone far older than she is.
Bio: Salderaan is her second posting as a commander, she joined the guard at 18 claiming she felt called to greater things. No other records are living.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

Name: Magnus
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Type: Marine
Weapons: Eviscerator and wrist mounted heavy bolter
Armor: Power Armour
Description: Magnus is tall even by marine standards, his armor bears the mark of no chapter. His hair is long and black, his eyes a deep shade of blue.
Bio: Magnus grew up dreaming of being part of the emperors army. His dream was realized when a group of marines came and took him from home giving him a new life.

[Major Chrispy]

Name: Comissarl Dawn
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Type: Comissar
Weapons: Demo-Charge, Power Sword, Bolt Pistol
Armour: Leather Cloak (Lined with a material that generates a power field), Gas Mask, THE HAT!!
Description: Always dressed in his gear, Dawn's Face has never been seen by anyone on the planet, so his looks are unknown...
Bio: As the only comissar in the defence grid Dawn has had a lot of "Dead Time" with the soldiers of the defence, so when he is around the soldiers they will never retreat, wether this new found courage is that they are more terrified of him than the enemy is of little concern, the job gets done. Also as he hates to be called by his name all of those in the military call him by 77 (even those above him in rank), the last one to ue his name was Commander Damios, aboard the Imperial Strike Cruiser "Mayfire", which resulte in the decks floor being cleaned of the blood. So the reputation of 77 has yet to be qustioned, as those who do don't tend to live long...

[Esiphas]

Name: Grak Ulthan
Race: Mutant
Gender: Male
Type: Mutant. (technically non-imperial, but he has a shaky alliance with them, see my Bio for more info)
Weapons: Flamer, 2 incendary grenades, Double bareled lever action shotgun with Inferno slugs, Long serrated Knife
Armor: Re-enforced Flak armor
Description: Grak has a boney crest on his head, in place of hair, and is taller and more muscular than an Marine. He is still dwarfed by Ogryns, but his armmour is tken from Ogryns, so he is still able to beat them in combat.
Bio: Graks first 3 acts in life were Murder- He killed his mother, ripping his way out of her womb, killed the doctor waiting for the delivery and killed the guards who tried to stop his escape. He was born at about 2 foot tall, his head covered in his bony crest and with razor shap fangs. He ventually fled the city and came across an excommunicate inquisitrix, as well as other mutants. The inquisitrix insisted on her being reffered to as 'mother', and Gra prooved to be one of her favorites, as his unfussy carnivourous nature allowed him to eat the dead th other mutants -and him himself- killed in the feild. Grak is here on mothers orders, as though she is excommunicate she still works in the inquisition, and as an ordo hereticus inquisitrix, she still hates chaos in all its forms.

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If i have to be fully imperial however, i will use this tcharacter
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Name: Inquisitor Eisephas
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Type:Inquisitor
Weapons: Venator Proditas (Blessed blade, Anti psyker), Shot-pistol with Inferno Slugs, Plasma Grenade, Flashbang
Armor: Carapace armour, Flame-proof trench coat, His right arm is power-armoured (he is right handed, and belives that the arm he uses to fight with should be protected) and it has hexagramic wards carved into it.
Description: Raggedy, scarred. He only has one eye, refusing mechanical parts. He belives the more scarred he is, the more the enemy wl understand that, no matter how much you beat the imperium down, it will rise up, scarred, and strike you down. He belives he embodys this and is proud to do so. His coat is deep blue with ice blue trims.
Bio: =][= classified =][= Slightly afraid of fire 9catastrophc fire destroyed his home as a young child, he was caught in the middle of it. Saved by inquisitorial acoylytes)

If i use Esiphas, i will have to include his retainers as well, which will mean he works on his own, or prehaps closely to 77 (who he will call be name occasionally, but 77 most of the time. Remember, firing oon the inquisition will result in death, so i doubt you'd be that stupid) .

Grak on the other hand, will work well with Ayowin, as she is likely o be able to command him. He is still childlike in his head, requiring a mother-like or sister-like figure to direct him.

If i can use both, all the better.

[mina]

(Use both, they both are fine.)

[Esiphas]

(yay! Shall i post up a non-bio'd stat sheet for Eispihas's warband?)

[mina]

(PM me what you mean and I'll see if it is cool.)

[Major Chrispy]

Sweet, I've got a friend-77-but don't push your luck the men can't know my name...

[mina]

(we have enough to start, if anyone else wants to join they are more than welcome, just pm me the character so it doesn't clutter up anything.)

Ayowin stood at the memorial for those who had lost their lives, she looked up at the statue of the figure those who had survived chose. She read the grave stone, *In Loving Memory of Burn* the wise old face looked out over Salderaan, it was said he protected it, "well now you gotta help once more." she looked out over the hill where chaos forces were gathering. Then she turned back thinking a quick prayer of courage she strode into the meeting hall where all the men were assembling. "We can do this. We will do this. And then we will take our places either on a new memorial within the Emperor's city or we will stand proud and tell of the victory today." the men let out great shouts and cheers as Ayowin moves out of the mess hall towards her more private meeting room, time to meet with her Inquisition unit and Commisaur Dawn /77. She sat in her chair and nodded at the captain, "Send them in." she grimaced. this wouldn't be pretty at all.

[Esiphas]

Grak stumbled over to Ayowin. 'Urrm... Grak here to help... nice lady?' His low inteligence shone through, and his mouth was covered in fat juices and blood, from a meaty morsel he had been eating.

Eisiphas entered the memorial site, the designated meeting place. His one eye, sharper and more focused than ever, spotted Ayowin, and the enourmous muscular mutant with the flamer. 'There she is.' He muttered, walking towards her. His iron and neatly pressed flame-proof trench coat billowed in the wind, as did his scruffy hair. 'Greetings Ayowin. I am Esiphas. you wont ask my full name if you know whats good for you. This is my warband.'

The first, a man in olden day templar armour- but made from modern material, carapace and the like- bowed. 'Milady. I am Arjent the Crusader.' He stood with his storm shield ready, and a viscious looking blade sheathed at his waist. The blade almost seemed alive- a daemonweapon.

The next, an arco flaggelent didn't respond. he stood there, unaware as ever. Esiphas spoke for him. 'Thsi is Exidus. Arco Flagglant. He wont do much untill he needs to.' Exidus's hands were weapons in their own rights, one a powerfist, the other a neural whip.

The third, a man in a fancy flame decorated set of robes nodded. He had a blindfold on, but he could obviously still see. He had a beard, but was hairless other than that. 'Salazoss Incendrix. Pyromancer, at your surface.' H knelt on one knee, taking ayowins hand in his and bowed his head, like a knight offering his services to a princess. Arjent kicked Salazoss in the side of the head, muttering 'womaniser.'

The fourth was a large brutish ork in a fnacy trench coat, scrap armour with a red tint and a tricorne pirate hat, In one hand, a pistol that looked like a shrhunked Assault cannon, in the other a huge axe with red edges. 'Hur hur hur. Silly bald one get kicked.' He mused, then noticed Ayowin. 'Oh i er... supose you'll be the boss lady? Nice ter meet'cha. Kaptin Griggersnag, Grigger to iz mates. You wanna be my mate?'

The next was a soldier in a heavy enclosed helmet, that looked like it had a face mask made from a necron wraith. His left arm was wrapped in bandages, and the fingers- or wrather, huge green tinged claws- protruded through. In a robotic voice he said 'i suppose i shouldn hide it.' He took hs helmet off, revealing the face plate to be his actual face- he was part necron, as he riped the arm bandages off too, revealing the wraiths claw arm beneath. 'Kazran Dimortui. Pleasure to meet you.'

Last of all was a lizardman in blue Flak armour. His scales were blue, with icy blue edges. His eyes glowed green, and he had a huge sniper rifle with a liquid nitrogen tank on it. 'Nijer Sssauraz. Lizardman Sssniper. Good Ssshot, bad people ssskillsss, so i'll ssskip the pleasssentrysss if itsss all the sssame to you.''

[mina]

Ayowin grins at Salazoss nodding as she takes her hand back from him, "Yes nice to meet all of you." she pauses the blush from Salazoss's actions still written across her face as she attempts to regain control, "Yes well I am Commander Ayowin. " she grins at Grigger doing her best to mime ork speech, "I'z be proud to be matz with you." she smiles, "If we'z gets out of dis war I's will personally pay for all the drink you can take and probably challenge you to at least 1 drinking contest." She grins like a cat turning "Lets hit the war room, there is a lot to go over."

[Esiphas]

Salazoss smiles, rubbing the side of his face. 'Maybe later, commander.' He says. Arjent Elbowed him in the guts. 'stuff it in a bag, perv.' Grigger laughed. 'Go ahead boss lady. You gonna loose though, Grigger Kaptin of the ship, and Kaptin of drinking contests too.'

In the war room, the Inquisitional team made themselves comfortable. Esiphas took the seat directly oposite to Ayown, and Salazoss sat as close as possible. Grigger put his feet up, then realised that it was an important table, and put his feet down, pulled out a bottle or Super strength Ork Rum and took a swig. The stuff seemed not to affect him at all, and he lit a cigar. Arjent remained standing, as did Nijer, who's strange bone structure was unable to fit in the chairs. Kazran sat down awkwardly, worried about the prescense of 77. Exidus stood guard outside.

[Major Chrispy]

77 glances around the room and notices Kazran nevously shifting in his seat.
"Do you have a problem with me...Kazrash? What ever your name is it's all the same to me, run you die, speak heresy you die, forget to call me by my rank you die, piss me off you die, and if you can follow all those without screwing up, we may get along. But you will probably die anyways, the Heretics are not one to f*ck with..." 77 explains his voice unchanging. "Now sit down and stop your damn twitching its starting to irritate me..."

[Esiphas]

Kazran nodded. He sat down, as firmly as possible, and his claws broke the armrest on the left hand side apart. Esiphas put a hand on Kazran's shoulder. Then he turned to 7. 'You won't be killing him. Not only is Kazran harder to put down than he looks, he's my soldier. And call him by his name, Comisar 77, or i will call you by yours.' Grigger laughed out loud. 'Boss man, socket too im.' He said, downing all but the last of his rum, which he offered to Ayowin. 'Want it boss lady?'

Arjent seized up suddenly, and doubled over, before straightening up. 'Blasted Greygnarl... Now is not the time to be interupting me...' He saw Salazoss, who was looking between Ayowin and the beer Grigger offered her. 'I have to keep an eye on this pervert...'

Salazoss stared at ayowin, then at the beer, the ayowin again. *will she drink it* he wondered, his hidden hand holding the alcahol canteen in his pocket.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

A large man wearing marine armor enters the memorial area. "Magnus reporting for duty" he says slamming an armored arm to his chest.

He stands taller than most of the people in the room. An eviscerator is strapped to his back as he moves through the room until he spots Ayowin.

"Ayowin? Winny! It's you!"