Eisenhorn

The Dauntless Sector Rebellion (WH40K Nation RP)

Aquilla Lander - Aegis Dawn
En Route to Briefing
On Board - Colonel Jericho Cross, Perdition 23rd Armored Cavalry

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"It's never a good thing when the fact the surface of this place being completely airless is the least of my concerns..." The battered older man sitting in the Aquilla Lander, several of his senior tank commanders, the surviving ones at least, sat around him talking quietly or getting some sleep in before they wouldn't be getting any for some time. Barely six thousand strong, and they had more tanks then men that could crew them. To be fair, his tanks were built to operate in the void of space, most his men, himself included, being spacers press ganged into service before the fall of Perdition.

His carapace armor sat comfortably, it had to since he often was sitting either within the cramped confines of a Leman Russ, or sitting in the commander's copula directing the fight from where he could see. It's how he lost his eye, directing the last stand on Perdition before Ork fire finally hit him, damn greenskins could hit something eventually, put enough rounds in the air. His men dragged him off the battlefield, him and tens of thousands others and they escaped. Over the years between now and then, the regiment dwindled and died off slowly, leaving him with barely six thousand now. They had no homeworld to recruit from, and their unique situation and training left bringing in outsiders abnormally difficult.

Pinching the brow of his nose with a sigh, he focused on the situation as they knew it. Secessionists, no signs of overt Chaos yet, thank the Emperor, but that was about it. His boys were Ork killers, not rebel fighters, but he really had no say in the matter, nor would he shirk from the duty. They would drive into the maw of hell eagerly, every last one of them, and it made him proud every day that he yet lived to lead such fine men. They had nothing left to lose, so they had nothing left to fear, it seemed.

The lander shuddered, indicating that it had docked with the flagship of the fleet gathered to put down this secessionist force. Jericho stood, barking orders at his commanders. "Right lads, let's go. Let's hear what brilliant plan the powers that be have for us." The commanders nodded, falling in with the Colonel as he walked down the ramp of the lander, following the directions towards the briefing chambers. Sooner this was done, the sooner he could go organize his men and prepare to make war in the Emperor's name.

Hail the Dark Gods (40k Cultist RP )

Name: Vandil Isleifsson

Nicknames: Steel Fang, Vandal

Age: 43

Follower of?: Undivided

Psyker?: Negative

Psyker Powers: Nothing here, boss.

Weapons/Equipment:
- Lucius pattern Mk 22c Shotgun
- Paired Axes (From Guard Days)
- Flak Armor (From Guard Days)
- Ripper Pistol

Followers/Group: Head Enforcer for Blood Guzzlers Gang

Appearance:


Personality: Vandal, as most folks who know him tend to prefer calling him along with Steel Fang, tends to be a rather level headed person, which often comes as surprising for those who see him. He will take the time to plan out a move or hit on a rival gang, something that is foreign to most gangers, and a hold over from his years as a Guard Sergeant. Of course, for all his level headed planning outside a fight, he throws all that to the wind when the fight starts. Often brandishing his trademark twin axes, axe and pistol or even shotgun as he advances, viciously opening fire and cleaving through the poor sods he is tasked against, otherwise returning to his normally taciturn ways, showing no ambition of rising further than already elevated. Of course, considering his nicknames come from his twin axe style of fighting, and the gratuitous amounts of collateral damage his arrival foretells, whether his off combat is his real self or not is up for debate.

History: Vandal doesn't talk about his past to anyone, not even to his boss, at all. He wasn't born on Maedon or even the system the world and its twin resided in. No, where he was born, Vandal doesn't remember the planets name or refuses to, but it was a bitterly cold place that provided its tithe in manpower. He was a particularly vicious fighter within the regiment he was raised along with, assigned as a Sergeant for his own platoon. They would fight bravely for the Imperium and its God Emperor for quite a few years, and often times the fields of battle were rarely anything notable. From Orks and heretics to even having had the misfortune of meeting the forces of raw Chaos, daemons, and their Chaos Marine allies. The seeds of treachery and betrayal were planted during these battles, seeds that would blossom after the regiment passed its purity checks.

Vandal and his boys were thrown into the meatgrinder on some death world's trenches, expected to buy a scant few inches with the regiments lives, the commander a cruel, callous man that cared little for anything other than results. The relatively lightly armored regiment wouldn't last a year in those trenches, and they suffered heavy losses early on. Vandal had no intention on fighting, bleeding, and even dying for an Imperium that couldn't be bothered to even pretend to spend its manpower wisely, and under the pretense of helping 'offload' incoming cargo, vanished.

The man was in his mid thirties when he found himself upon Maedon, a planet foreign and utterly boring to Vandal on the surface. But he had next to no funds, the only gear left from his time with the Guard was his flak armor, incomplete as it was, and his twin axes. It would be those axes that he would forge his reputation as the Steel Fang, flying into a fight with twin axes flashing, carving a bloody path through the ranks of any that opposed in in a street brawl, even bringing down enforcers and the odd Arbites. He got the attention of the Blood Guzzlers, and while he cared little for their traditions and goals, they were strong and paid well. So he swore his loyalty to them, rising through their ranks, using his past experience as a Guard Sergeant to organize each hit, each raid, to military precision. Even as head enforcer, Vandal wasn't overly concerned with the grand plans going on. He was doing well for himself, far better than the Guard, and had far better ways of spending his off time. He was perfectly content where he was, but for the future, well, it is always uncertain.

Other: Vandal has the training to use most weapons Guardsmen might use, even if he doesn't have access to them right now.

Hail the Dark Gods (40k Cultist RP )

You have my blade

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

@Andromedai Take charge, good mistress, and do us proud. Stukov will enjoy dying serving in good hands.

@Skyrte Man, I hope things get better for you, take the time you need and get sorted out, best of luck for you.

Fire Emblem Awakening: The Crusade

@Dedonus

Breathers are good, sure as sure.

Fire Emblem Awakening: The Crusade

@Dedonus Ahhh, its been awhile, how've you been doing?

The Dauntless Sector Rebellion (WH40K Nation RP)

23rd Perdition Armored Cavalry

CS Skeleton

Force CS

Force Name: Perdition 23rd Armored Cavalry aka Ghosts of Perdition

Force Type: IG Regiment

History: Originally from the forge world Perdition, the 23rd Armored Cavalry were raised to fight against the Orks threatening adjacent systems, to prevent the forge world itself from coming under threat. The regiment was raised from spacers, used to low to no gravity situations, like what most of those folk used to space would be readily capable of adapting to. They also pioneered the Perdition exclusive Starstrider modifications for handling such abnormal environments, but before they could deploy, a horde of Ork roks arrived, raining down onto the forge world. The 23rd, being the only regiment formed enough to resist, held the starports long enough to evacuate as many as they could, losing much of their normal pattern Russes, making do with Conquerers that were intended for flanking Orks during the normal operations.

Perdition would be lost, the forge world's massive power reactors overloaded in a spiteful last gesture to the Orks, bathing the world in fire, incinerating everything and leaving the world deserted and dead. Under ten thousand men, and their equipment, made it off the planet in time, and without anywhere to recruit more manpower, have dwindled down over numerous Ork campaigns to their current numbers. They did not fear their inability to replenish, seeing it as an advantage. They had no where to go back to, nowhere to have to worry about making proud. They could focus themselves on attacking the enemies of Man, in whatever form they took, each loss only meaning they finally went back home.

Headquarters: Transport Vessel, dependent on frontline conditions

Strength:
6,000 Guardsmen Strong
1,500 Lemen Russ Starstrider Varients as Follows
100 Vanquishers
800 Conquerers
300 Standard Pattern
300 Punishers

Tactics: The Ghosts of Perdition are close assault specialists, utilizing an abnormal number of Conquerers compared to normal armored regiments to utilize their preferred method of getting close, fast, while maintaining a rather impressive rate of fire. Specialists form up the standard Battle Cannon Russes, as well as Punishers, picked for their brilliant effect against Orks and Tyranids, and the Vanquishers form the elite command element, following behind the Conquerers to strike vital targets on the fly. Each tanker battle group refuses to stop for anything, driving through the ranks of the enemies and not giving them a chance to slow them down, breaking through enemy lines to wreak merry havoc in the back ranks, using the constant movement of the tanks, coupled with the Conquerer's natural ability for moving and accurate firing to take the most advantage of these strategies.

Mortal enemy: Orks, they cost the regiment their homeworld, and hatefully charge any sign of Ork presence, intending to obliterate them beneath the vengeful treads of Ghosts.

Leader CS

Name: Jericho Cross

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Rank: Colonel

Personality:
Colonel Cross is a prime example of his regiment, being a hard charging, no nonsense career soldier that has seen more than his fair share of tank battles before the loss of Perdition, leaving him the surviving, senior most officer of the remaining 23rd Perdition Armored Cavalry. He has a sound grasp on tactics, understanding his tanker's strengths and weaknesses, all experienced Ork fighters, and operate better the closer they are to the enemy. As such, he often seems like an angry, charging force, always moving forward, taking advantage of the abnormal amount of Conqueror Cannons on the regiments Leman Russ Starstrider varients.

Bio: Colonel Cross is a native of Perdition, before it was obliterated, and had a knack for tanks early in his life. Working on the tank assembly lines, he had an innate, natural knack for the construction of tanks and assessing weak points at a glance, being selected for the Guard tithe, or he would have naturally been a forge supervisor, assessing weak points from across hot, smoky environments within the forges. His families success earned him an officer's commission, and he learned to apply his ability to assess the weak points in armor, coupled with leading like minded tankers into combat. His leadership would be put to the test when Perdition was invaded and his regiment was tasked with holding the Starport.

Not trained for defensive siege work, Colonel Cross rallied his men, personally parking his tank to hold the line together, using his sharp eye for picking out weakpoints to guide his gunner, directing enfilades of fire to hold back the tides of Ork armor, claiming a heavy bounty of Ork armor alone, inspiring his men to drive back the green tide over and over again, allowing numerous shuttles to escape with vital equipment and civilian survivors. He was forcibly dragged out of the battlefield by his men, and barely ten thousand escaped with him. He personally took command of the remains of his regiment, and the sole survivors of Perdition, and would lead them against countless Orks, his Vanquisher a legendary sight amongst his men, leading countless charges, blasting open tanks from long ranges, and picking off key points in enemy positions, opening the way for his men to blast through the enemy ranks. He would remember the names of every man and tank lost, and he would not surrender until every man was dead, and he was broken and dying, unable to continue forward another inch.

Equipment/weapons:
Leman Russ Starstrider Vanquisher Command Varient
Master Crafted Carapace Armor
Plasma Pistol

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

@Andromedai This is cause for celebration, then!

Chronicles of the Dark: Domino City

I'll be posting after work today, so expect that then folks.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

@Rithy Running headlong into dangerous crossfires is what Stukov's job is, although he aint terribly happy with the stereo shut up xD