Eisenhorn

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov noted the way that Smiles looked at him, and he returned the look with an almost impassive looking stare. Thank the Emperor for the shades he picked up and the rebreather, he thought, because he doubted that the look he would have had on his face having that kind of death stare given to him would have been less then flattering. But he couldn't say he was surprised that she mentioned Daemons were involved. It couldn't have just been some thugs or cultists, full blown Daemons haunted his every turn it seemed. But he did mutter under his breath as he moved down the long flight of stairs, following Adrianne down the stairwell in the process. He was thankful it was stairs and not ladders, not that tiring affair again. "Daemons, it always has to be daemons, doesn't it?" One could get tired of being up to his eyeballs in daemons, even if they were typically better to fight than Dark Eldar in his opinion, as strange as that was to think.

Following Smiles out into the back of some cafe or another, he looked over the area as he attempted to pick out their illustrious boss. Stukov was used to having to sift through crowds of fighting, angry and chaotic forces, so one would think that someplace as peaceful as this would be far easier. But he didn't seem to have any luck at the moment when Smiles mentioned the boarding being good for his combat skill against the Daemons. The Armsman winced slightly at the statement, remembering the far too many dead men and women who paid the blood price to save the ship and what was left of her crew. That was not a price he wanted to pay for experience in fighting against the Daemonic forces that opposed the Imperium of Man, and he mentioned as much lowly, his tone hard to decipher through the rebreather, but less jovial it was. "Good for combat skill Smiles, not good for three quarters of that crew who died repelling the boarders. And I don't see Boss from here..."

Stukov had almost forgotten her mind reader thing she had going, and it was unnerving considering he did not discuss that boarding lightly, nor take the memory of those lost underway in vein. When the Steel Legion sergeant stepped in, he kept quiet and let the more experienced soldier take over organizing the group. Better than his solution to sweeping an area, which was the same way that was preferred by the Naval Armsman. Cordon it off and form a line, checking every nook and cranny. Wasn't always an option, but as he finished describing the plan the Armsman did nod, his communicator fed through his mask at the moment. The Armageddon veteran got a nickname based on his given role in this plan, which would probably stick regardless of the situation, just like Adrianne got Smiles. "Better plan then not having one at all Watchman, way I figure. What do you say, Smiles, shall we do a bit of sweep and clear?"

For The Greater Good! (A Tau Warhammer 40k RP)

Name: Shas'Vre Fal'shia Or'es Kais

Caste: Fire Caste

Rank: Shas'Vre Pathfinder

Sex: Male

Race: Tau

Age: 29

History: Born on the Tau Sept of Fal'shia, born into the Fire Caste made his future set out as all members of the Tau are. At the age of 14 he was inducted into the Fire Caste as the newest Pathfinder in the Cadre. Under more experienced Shas'ui within the Cadre, he was taught the finer parts and skills within the art of scouting that Pathfinders required. Once he came of age he was deployed alongside his Cadre into various scouting efforts across the Tau warzones, scouting out and marking various targets that the rest of the Tau forces would proceed to hunt and kill. Early on, Or'es Kais was issued a Rail Rifle and proved a complete natural with the weapon, naturally good with aiming and taking out targets with efficient and accurate effort. His skill and talent with the Rail Rifle accelerated his natural role within the squad, as he performed the role of taking out light armor and threats the Pulse Carbine armed squadmates could not handle.

Being promoted to the rank of Shas'Ui, Or'es Kais took over a squad of Pathfinders and would lead them against countless Imperial targets, always showing a penchant for solo operations far more than leading a squad, even if he could do the latter as part of his duties. Usually holding them in reserve and utilizing them as a supporting force to mark targets he could not reach easily. He came to the attention of Shas'O Fal'shia Kais Aloh Var, who was an upcoming commander who needed specialist veterans and during his deployment under the Commander, he was handpicked for service within his personal retinue, to be deployed as needed to provide the personal eyes and ears of the Commander in his first deployment as a true Commander of a mission to induct further planets within the Tau Empire. Promoted to Shas'Vre under the Commander, Or'es Kais remained a faithful and loyal member of his Bodyguard, acting as ordered and required to see the missions complete.

Equipment:
+ Recon Armor
+ Rail Rifle with Target Lock
+ Markerlight
+ Blacksun Filters
+ Photon Grenades
+ EMP Grenades

NPCs: N/A, operates on personal assignments from Tau Commander

Appearance:

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

All a matter of the lad taking advantage of what he's seeing, after all, we can't expect him to just sit back and let all the plans roll into his lap perfectly formed, eh?

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Stukov turned when he was approached by Koehler, who made his offer towards the two of them teaming up alongside Diver. That was not a bad idea, it covered close and mid range combat alongside having good recon potential. He didn't know Koehler as a person, nor the very shy and easily flustered looking Elora. But he didn't think that would follow her out to the field, so he wasn't worried about it, and it never even crossed his mind that there would be any interest beyond apparent leadership. Just as he was about to respond, however, Goodwell also approached him with his own offer to team up and stand against the rest of the pilots present. Well, didn't that present an interesting situation? And he didn't comment on the fact Daemon's utilitarian set up made it a good fit for most other Frame's, but he spoke quietly to not attract unwanted attention. "Not a bad idea, not from either of you. Koehler and Elora are teamed up, and they already set up an offer to join in, and I see no problem having Macabre in on it as well. Between the four of us, we could handle almost any situation out there during the mock battle."

Stukov, if he had any say in the matter, would unite as many of the Pilot's and their Framewerks as possible under one banner, regardless of whether he was in charge or not. It was giving him something to focus on, meeting the challenges and problems that each of them faced head on was good, it kept his mind from wandering. Even Miles and his stubborn lone wolf mentality, far more so then any of the others had, was going to be something they would have to overcome. What concerned him was the fact that the battle might not end when everyone opposing their little informal team was said and done, and he had to consider how he would handle three suddenly not so friendly Framewerks, especially Macabre and Roxy, in close quarters. Even Diver would be risky to handle poorly due to the load out and speed it had for being as armored as it looked. If it came down to it, he would have to not waste any time with putting each of them down, which was a sickening thought that he had to consider turning on the people he was allying with in this little exercise. But he would do what was needed, and he kept his silence beyond that, watching and keeping an eye on things and waited for what was to come.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Well, as long as our resident expert finds it safe, I'm sure nooooothing could possibly go wrong, right folks? Right?

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

That sounds good, and I shall have a post up after work, don't have enough time to get one typed up right at this moment.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov snorted at the tag team from the Inquisitor and Psyker on the matter of She who Thirsts, as the being was referred to by the xeno Eldar and Dark Eldar. The cultists he had not ever been nearly as concerned with, and it was the very same problems that the Inquisitor described in fighting such daemon spawn that made him concerned with their presence. But the man's attempts to rattle the Armsman had elicited the amused snort, and an easy response towards the two of them as they finished in their manner of speaking, giving the psyker his own nickname since he never was one to use people's actual names, superiors getting boss, sir or ma'am while equals or those that ended up working alongside him got nicknames. He based his for the psyker on the utter lack of the very named behavior. "Appreciate the warnings and such Boss, Smiles. I've seen their lesser daemons before, boarding actions being what they are, and having to shoot the guy next to you as this purple haze goes over his eyes from failing to shelter himself ain't fun. Khornate at least will just kill you and be done with it, the others tend to do far worse, in their own special little ways."

Stukov didn't even have time to respond or rebut to the Inquisitor as he shoved the equivalent of infinite money into his hands and moved off, having told him to distribute the cards right before the man walked off. Well, that was abrupt, and the arrival of the Orderly and heavily armed security detail only confirmed his concern on the fact that there was no cover. Psyker powers wouldn't help if the first volley vaporized her. But the man seemed to focus on him, talking and listing off places that sounded far too above his paygrade to ever warrant him wanting to set foot in such places. But he nodded politely and responded briefly before he stormed off to do whatever Emperor forsaken tasks the man had to go about doing. "I appreciate the tips, we might have to check those places out during our stay here."

The man mentioned keeping the Inquisitor waiting, which immediately put the Armsman on edge. If this was supposed to be a subtle mission, was the Orderly supposed to even know they were an Inquisitorial party? Why bother with the disguises then? Stukov didn't need the Psyker telling him there was trouble afoot for him to realize it this time, and nodded curtly to the rest of the group, including two new arrivals he would deal with afterwords, when he dispensed the money cards. "You heard the lady, let's move." Stukov was quick to catch up to the woman, and while the Armsman hadn't overtly drawn weapons he was on a hair trigger, so to speak, ready to draw on the first sign of trouble. If that meant a threat to his boss, then that was what it meant. If someone came after them, six chambers of buckshot plus a sidearm with slug was waiting. And that didn't include all the other nasty tricks and weapons the rest of this little group were packing. "What are we looking at Smiles, what unseen warp tidings got you all riled up?"

Star Wars: Rebellions Rise

Alexander Atreides was sitting inside a small safehouse on Corellia, going through the latest series of orders he had gotten passed down the chain of command. They had done quite a few operations out of the local general store's basement, and it was starting to look more and more dangerous for them to remain any longer, so they had packed up what they could carry and were preparing to destroy the rest beyond salvaging. Atreides had sent the last man out with the remaining supplies, they would be scattering to different cells to limit how easily tracked any of them would be instead of all moving to a new location together. It was a shame, he had enjoyed working with them, but it was high time they scatter to prevent easy detection. The Corellian Resistance still operated within the Alliance, usually deploying across the various planets contested or poorly held by the Imperials. They had recently returned from one such job and were scattering to prevent tracking of any one of them to the group, when the old holo projector lit up on its own volition, gathering the attention of the about to leave Alexander.

Watching the message play out to its completion, the Corellian rebel promptly verified the security on the message. It was genuine, as far as he could tell, which meant things were about to get unusually interesting, to say the least. Atreides grinned as he slung his pack over his shoulder, frying the holo projector before he left to ensure it could not be restarted, and no data on it salvageable. In his bag was mostly tools and supplies, concealing what some would find far more condemning. His A280 blaster rifle, a rebel favorite already for quite a few rebel forces, but he valued it for the ability it had to punch through personal armor. Including Stormtrooper armor, something that he valued highly. He carried his DL-18 on his hip, a blaster pistol that would not attract much attention for an obviously space faring technician. Not with the amount of danger to be found this day and age from both Imperials and those 'hostile' rebel forces. Sure, it wouldn't go through Imperial armor unless he got unusually lucky or put a lot of shots into it, but it would do work on unarmored forces and could scare rookie Imp Troopers. Blaster fire was blaster fire, after all.

Atreides knew the cantina that was to be the meeting place, he was fond of the place so he didn't let himself become too well known there. He didn't want to lose out on cheap drinks and a no question's asked mentality, long as you didn't bring your trouble in with you. He had no doubt this Knight Aath would be able to point out who he sent the message to, so he wasted no time when he walked into the place and set his kit down at a table instead of the bar itself. A serving droid made its way over, and he placed his order for some generic Malt the place served that was better then just about any of the other pisswater that the place tended to serve the unknowing or uninitiated. Once his drink arrived, he took his time savoring the flavor as he watched the door, waiting for anyone who looked the part or outright was this Knight Aath.

Star Wars: Rebellions Rise

Alright, will do, thanks.

Star Wars: Rebellions Rise

Hmm, so are we posting our arrival on Coruscant, or how should we approach the intro, setting wise?