BigPapaBelial

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

Howard grinned at brightly, "Obsession is not a huge problem when you think about it. I just want to be perfect. And to be perfect at my job, I'm going to need the latest tech. This is just another step in the right direction." He pocketed the bullet, setting it in one of his chest pockets. And was right about to step forward top get a better look at the new meat when his senses started to click. Someone else had just entered the room. It felt like that one time he had been stalked by a mountain lion in the Rockie Mountains. He thought he had been stalking a small herd of deer alone. Until he felt like there was something close by. Minutes had passed while he froze and watched his surroundings. Then he had seen the big female mountain lion, golden eyes gleaming, mouth slightly open in a feline smile. She knew she could have had him dead to rights. Howard had known he wouldn't have had a chance if she had wanted to get him.

This moment felt like that. But when he heard the soft whisper of Antoine's voice he just smiled. He'd been had.

He looked to the side, his keen eyes picking her out under that optical camo cloak. He nodded, "And I thought it was an accomplishment to see you without something like that. I'm really going to have to work at it. That or request a multi-spectrum scope....actually...that's not that bad of an idea." He hrmed, "Day, night, FLIR and Infared spectrums most like. Black and white hot for the FLIR. Would make it alot easier for those night missions." He rubbed his hands together, those long pianists fingers of his, so sure on the trigger, dancing against each other. "Time will tell."

He looked up at the monitor. Picking up a second mike. Looking over at Imran. The East Indian man nodded. Howard put the head set on and turned the mike on. He smiled as he spoke, "You have met our leader, Imran. I am Howard Davis, callsign Lasanga. I'm our marksman and sniper. I took the same test you see here several years back. You are now passing into my territory! The original course record was ninety five percent. Set by one of the first Scimitar members. I broke that record, setting a new one of ninety seven, then broke that again shortly after with an one hundred. Prove to us you can shoot. We'll be watching." He took off the headset. Then looked at Antoine and Imran, "A drink, one bottle of whiskey, the good stuff, says they don't break ninety two percent." He grinned, "And if they do somehow break my record. I'll take it back."

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

Would you be able to manage both of them? Go for it if you think you can.

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

Wooo wow, okay. Not my best post. But I got a little overboard with it even though it doesn't look it.

Something about writing for a 40k RP, you can lose yourself in the posts pretty easily.

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

Pot'Apher saluted Arios, slamming his own fist against his own breastplate, "Emperor's blessing and his strength in your arm brother!"

He was about to try and start joking with the Terminator armor clad marine when the orders came over the vox. As the orders were given he smiled, slamming his helmet down onto his head. And pointed at a waiting Thunderhawk. He rung up the assault squads on his his Vox, "Brothers, mount up." As the terminators mounted the Land Raiders, the Vanguard and their Assault troop peers jumped into the Thunderhawk. As the last assault marine jumped aboard Pot'Apher called forward, "Pilots! Get us airborne, and make for the front. Stay above the Land Raiders." The Thunderhawk blazed into the sky.

Moments later Pot'Apher pulled the side door of the Thunderhawk open. Grabbed a support spar inside the Hawk, then leaned out to watch as they flew over the battlefield. He hrmed, a smile on his face behind his helmet. He looked back at his Veterans, "Squad Pot'Apher. Look down there? What do you see? I'll tell you, decadence, disease, rage and lies. Those are the currency of Chaos. Each and every man, woman and creature down there has sold their soul to one of those aspects. And the only way to even give them a chance at redemption is to pre-empt their further corruption." He sent a mental command through his armor. The engines on his jump pack flaring into life, small blue flames blazing into life. "Ask no quarter, because they will not give it. Give no quarter, because they will ask for none of it! This is the day, where we bring the Emperor's light back to this benighted world. This is the day, that they die!" He motioned and the other side door, and the back door to the Thunderhawk boomed open. The Vanguard troops and the assault marines all stacking up at the doors.

Pot'Apher smiled then with all the true grit someone who has lived for hundreds of years can muster. He leaps out of the side of the Thunderhawk. He's followed close by the Assault squads and his own Vanguard squads. Ten thousand feet in the air, the marines descend like armored bombs. Feet first Pot'Apher falls. Firing his jump pack in small bursts to correct his descent.

As the Terminators began their attack, the Assault Squads arrived. Jump pack blazing the close combat marines slammed right into the midst of several unaware, unprepared groups of traitor infantry. The Terminators at a distance could have been manageable. These men would have had time to prepare for their likely end. But suddenly, it's like the sky cracked open and dropped a green clad thunderbolt right into their midst. Shouts of surprise went up, conflicting orders and men firing wildly, some hitting friendlies, some of those wild las-bolts hitting the ceramite of the Assault Marines. The Marines in their midst sprung into action as soon as they landed. In the span of the few seconds that it took for the enemy to fire wildly, the Vanguard and the Assault Marines already with weapons in hand began to take a hefty toll.

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

Is it safe to use a thunderhawk or three for the assault troops to use rather then a land raider or similar vehicle?

I have this post generating that could make use of them.

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

Gave you something to post too Path.

Might help you get into the mood.

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

Pot'Apher rose from his knees. Bowing his head in thanks to the priest as the little man walked off. Pot'Apher let out a long sigh as he stretched, then began to see to his weapons. The Tigrius Pattern bolter's machine spirit had been shown to be willing many times in the past hundreds of years since Pot'Apher had received it, the weapon was said to have been first used during the Horus Heresy. It was no kind of relic. But a tool, a weapon, something which to shed the blood of the corrupt, the heretic and the xenos. The Bolter's machine spirit and it's user know this, and they had an understanding along those lines. Neither would betray the other when it mattered the most. Next to be examined is the great Thunder Hammer a weapon he had been using for years now. And had been by his side for going on a century now. He attached a new power pack making sure it is fully powered and ready. The rest of his weapons are unsteathed and checked carefully everything would be ready. The rites of battle chanted as he went through every move. Asking for the Emperor's protection, his speed in battle, and his arm to fight true in his name.

As he finished his personal rites of combat, and the prescribed words taught to him time and again by the techmarines in the past, he noticed something among the many brothers standing, and waiting to go into battle. A Terminator, a bearer of the coveted Crux Terminatus. Looking his way. A smile bloomed across Pot'Apher's face once more. He nodded to the Terminator in greeting. The name of Arios ghosting into Pot'Apher's mind. Pot'Apher wasn't sure if he had fought beside the man in the past, but today they would go into battle together. He chuckled softly and called to the Arios the Terminator, "A fine day brother, is it not? When an entire company of Salamanders. Assault, Tactical, Vanguard, Terminators and Sternguard alike all prepare to do battle on our hated former brothers. To bring the wrath of Emperor's Astartus down upon them, like a bolt of fire from the Emperor's own hand." He bowed his head to the honored Terminator, "Pot'Apher, brother. That is my name. And I hope to share the field of battle with you shortly."

Team Scimitar (an Over-the-Top Military RP)

So then...

Uh...

Who's next?

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

A green armored man paced in front of a squad of jump packed wearing marines. He nodded his head slowly, cradling his helmet in the crook of his arm. A smile on the mans face. He turned to the squad, "You are marines yeah?" The squad growled and thumped their chests with their gauntlets, all in agreement. The pacing marine smiles broadly. Looking towards where the captains and commanders congregated, discussing their battle plans and tactics. The pacing Marine chuckled, "Then if you be Marines. Who do you protect? Nocturne?" The marines in the squad again growled and grunted in affirmation. Pot'Apher the pacing marine chuckled, "How about Prometheus?" The squad clasped their fists and thought of home. Pot'Apher nodded, "Then you be Marines. But who do you fight for?" One of the Marines in the squad steps forward, "For Mankind." Another Marine stepped forward, "For Terra." They both brandished their close combat weapons at him. As if challenging Pot'Apher to say otherwise. Pot'Apher raised his own Thunder Hammer at the squad nodding, "For the Emperor on his Golden Throne." The Squad grunted again a resounding yes. Pot'Apher nodded, "Truly you are Marines."

Pot'Apher nodded, "Enough of my theatrics now brothers. We've all been here before. Everyone of us has fought in more battle then we can number. Some of us against the Greenskins. Some against the Eldar, or the Tau. The Necrons. It matters not. Starting today we fight our cursed brothers. Those who gave their souls to the Ruinous Powers so many centuries ago." Pot'Apher again looked to the captains and the commanders. He nodded slowly. Then raised his hammer again, swinging it up over his shoulder. Turning back to squad, "Say your weapon rites, ask the chaplains for absolution, and make ready. Make sure each and everyone of you has a full compliment of equipment. We are Vanguard, we may end up being part of the first group in." Pot'Apher turned then knelt as one of the Minostorum priests approached. He made the sign of the Aquila across his chest, whispering praise to the Emperor as the priest began to pray over him and the squad with him.

A Light in the Grimdark, A WH40k Roleplay

Yeah that's what I thought it meant.

I can go from there.