agentmanatee

War Never Ending.

What?

War Never Ending.

So we kinda started... anyone else gonna post?

Scintillan Fusiliers 25th ( 40k guardsmen RP)

Or some kind of 40k rp

Scintillan Fusiliers 25th ( 40k guardsmen RP)

Well for any still here, this RP is dead. I will be posting a DIFFERENT guardsmen RP in interest checks if your interested

Destiny of Man

Justeph slowly stood up, massaging his leg, "Yea thanks alot doc, I'll be sure to write how much you helped an injured comrade in my report" He said after standing up. As he listened to his current leader he rolled his eyes at her little speech. He had heard the same speech a thousand times in a thousand different ways, and what it boiled down to in his mind "I'm in charge, do what I say when I say" and he had problems with that. At the message though he got nervous, he removed his sidearm and made sure it was loaded, and swallowed lowdly. He almost gagged at the awful smell and sight of the bodies, then his mind fired up. He scanned the hall for any sort of access panel or control board for defense systems, but didn't see any. He sighed and looked to his commander, "What a stupid question, do you see another door?"

War Never Ending.

Domenico was bored, and extremely uncomfortable. It had been less than 24 hours since the inquisition arrived, and they already had a fair number of the officers on their ship, including his sorry ass. Now that made him uncomfortable, why the hell did whatever inquisitor was running this show want a penal legion colonel on their ship? Well, regardless of why he was there, he had certainly not enjoyed his welcoming committee. As soon as he had stepped on board he was surrounded by tech priests, all yelling about "holy templates" and "perverted, non standard monstrosities" and they had only recently fucked off. He had never gotten much flak over his jury rigged chimera's before, they were rejects, just like the penal legionnaires who drove them. "Guess tech priests were touchier" He thought to himself. He did know one thing, his Chem inhaler was running enough relaxants through it to kill a large child, and that was exactly what he needed right now. Flying made him nervous to begin with, flying surrounded by tech priests in an inquisitorial ship made him a lot more nervous. As he bemused about why anyone gave a shit about his legions presence on world the door to the war room opened, and in walked one hell of woman. He almost whistled, but stopped himself when he saw the inquisition seals and symbols, and sighed instead. "There's our new boss" He whispered to the officer next to him. Then, Domenico put his feet on the table, and leaned back in his chair, he really hoped she wasn't about to shoot him.

War Never Ending.

Oh, but boss, dem mask boyz ain't no fun ta kill! They don't neva run! Buh, they do make for good scrappin, so maybe itaint so bad

War Never Ending.

Come on guys have a little faith

Scintillan Fusiliers 25th ( 40k guardsmen RP)

Bump, guys other than gowia I'm still waiting for first ic posts

War Never Ending.

I'm ready to get this party started