BCTheEntity

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

So, uh, for those involved in the firefight, feel free to have Lucius' group show up wherever and whenever. I'm not sure how exactly to insert myself, so I'll leave his appearance, and how everybody reacts to him and his group showing up, to you guys.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

...apparently, these were uninteresting folks with no opinions other than "yes, you are very convincing, and we shall follow you and be part of your retinue", or something to that effect. Either way, it seemed everybody was willing to follow on after Lucius, up to and including the Ogryn. He promptly began to lead the way through the various corridors, listening out for Genestealer activity and turning the opposite direction if he heard anything of the sort. Speaking of which, he managed to cajole the Ogryn's name out of him - Gaduk, or Ga'duk or something, that sort of syllablistic nonsense - and half-stored the names of the others in his group for later use.

In any case, a little time passed after that, during which the group moved downward a few floors. At some point, though, the sounds of heated battle drew Lucius' attention, moreso because the noises made were unmistakeably human in nature rather than the skittering of Genestealer claws he'd grown used to avoiding. And, of course, because they were seemingly nearby... actually, it sounded a lot like two groups of sentient beings fighting one another. Now, what might cause that, he wondered? Perhaps a congregation of Chaos against some Imperial Loyalists? An Eldar clave versus a tribe of orks? Or maybe he was overthinking this, and should check the situation out before making a judgement call on how to proceed. He waved for the rest of his group to follow on after him, (relatively) silently triapsing toward the fight in question, fingering the handle of his sword, ready to fight back against whoever decided to strike first.

@Jbcool@Klomster@Necroes@Wraithblade6@Sophrus

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@Asura Well, we have two standard all-purpose Battle-Sisters, a Hospitaller for medic duty, and a Confessor whose focus is short-range firepower. We currently lack Dominions and Retributors, the former working as vanguard shock troops and the latter as heavy weapon users at both long and short range. For the purposes of this game, and considering a present lack of mechanised opposition, I imagine a Retributor would be most useful, if you give yours a heavy bolter and a heavy flamer to handle infantry at the corresponding ranges. Really, though, either would work for the game's purposes.

(Interactive Comic) Beep Boop I Hear Voices!

That's obviously a helmet. Put it on your head and plug it into your body, like a good robot should. You don't want to suffer head trauma, now, do you?

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@jbeil I'm missing the significance of you being right about that thing, but sure, whatever floats your boat.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@Jbcool I've made my post as Alexa. Incidentally, @jbeil is not wrong; the image you posted has apparently expired, so we'll need a new copy of that or what have you.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

The Inquisitor was alive, and supposedly well by his own word. At very least, he was able to talk, which meant he would survive until a proper analysis of his injuries could be taken. At the Inquisitor's order, Alexa moved off to begin his search... and she supposed she'd have to call to any Sisters who had not been near him when the order was given, since he'd asked that of her as well. At least she could make that part quick.

'Sisters! The Inquisitor seeks survivors out of the foes who have beset us,' she yelled, a voice that might otherwise be somewhat lacking re-amplified to booming by her for-once useful helmet vox. 'Seek them out and bring them to him!' And as for her, she'd already decided she would need to look for injured Sororitas as well, since she and a couple of others were the only ones who could help them; already, she had spotted Sister Persephone lying unmoving behind a stack of barrels, both riddled with bullet holes. Judging by the reaction of Sister Lisbeth as she knelt at the woman's side, Persephone was already dead and sitting by the Emperor's side, and she knew at least some others had suffered similar fates. Unfortunate, and Alexa would ensure that vengeance was taken against those who would slay them and theirs, if indeed any more such foes existed in this place.

For now, however, those who could be helped needed her attention; based on a quick headcount, it seemed just the one Battle-Sister needed any further attention, leaning back against a stack of crates and groaning to herself. Closer inspection, once Alexa had made her way over, found that there was a hole in her gut. Not a great place to get shot, but tolerable given rapid attention.

'Sister... I screwed up,' the Sororitas lying before her spoke. 'Those hellguns pack more of a punch than I expected.'

'You've done the best you can, and I'm certain you have much more to give,' Alexa replied, and was immediately back to cursing the deep voice emanating from beneath her helmet. Not soothing at all. Then again, the Sisters of Battle rarely needed soothing so much as healing. That in mind, the Hospitaller got to work, first cutting away the damaged armour plate, and then injecting an anaesthetic solution into her ally's flesh next to the wound. At the same moment, she scanned the injury site to establish the seriousness of the wound, and found that aside from one artery that had been nicked, bleeding profusely but outward, and a damaged liver, the Battle-Sister hadn't suffered too terrible a wound. Having cut away a section of flesh to reach the damaged areas, Alexa told her as much as she pulled the artery's walls back together and sealed them closed, a layer of medigel beneath the sealing agent ensuring they would heal rapidly.

'Oh, great, my liver. One of the most important organs in my body, and it has a hole in it,' she deadpanned, chuckling even as she drew a light laugh from Alexa. Emperor's mercy, she could be funny at times, even if she was typically dour in tone. That said, the hole through that and her flesh could be fixed easily enough; a few appropriate substance applications later, and it was practically like she'd never been shot at all! And, just a splash of sacramental oils to bless the healing process before patching the power armour up again with a spray of repair cement.

'Good as new, Sister,' Alexa uttered, standing up again and helping pull her ally to her feet. A word of thanks, and she was off on the hunt for further survivors, friend or foe; likewise, Alexa began to look around further, just in case another Sister had missed her sight, as well as any foes who might warrant the Inquisitor's attention.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Sypherkhode822 Well, that does help me, as I will not be able to post anything else until you've posted as Mags. Just as base-coverage, so I'm not kicked from the game without good cause, PH.

Welcome to Atlas! (A RWBY roleplay)

I am also still here. Besides, if need be, slow character creators can always be replaced by players more willing to do things in a timely fashion, after all.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@MiddleEarthRoze More likely to be next month, actually, considering the posting schedules.