Eisenhorn

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Ansgar knew damn well who wasn't able to bring down their target, but unlike the irritation that was resounding in a certain sister's voice, the Krieger kept his peace. Ordering a man with a shotgun to snipe an Ork was folly, and the fact it wasn't taken into consideration that one of them would have to bring down two targets was on the lot of them, not just the Arbites. With that, that nagging sensation of ethereal warp power was again resonating and it took a concentrated amount of focus to not turn his weapon on the psyker just in case. While salvaging the gun would have been nice, in the grand scheme of things they lacked the manpower to secure, move, and man the weapon. So better to destroy the weapon emplacement than risk the Orks getting it back up and running, and make do with what resources they had as they needed them later on.

Sweeping his surroundings with the Type XIV (Heavy), the Krieger did not safe his weapon, continuing to monitor their surroundings as the orders were given. Get moving before the retaliation was going to happen.

"Waking up means the Emperor is not done with you, so it is a blessing." Leave it to Ansgar, a man of Krieg, to see the fact that they yet lived as little more than Emperor's providence to continue doing his work. Considering their mentality, Kriegers that is, it was hardly surprising.

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Riiiiight, power armor. >___>

Those thighs and rear should be considered a weapon.

@Andromedai

Inb4 she falls on some damn fool ork and kills it. Meanwhile, all you lot have all sorts of shiny equipment >_>

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More shiny bits, woo! In other, totally serious news though...

Hider

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@Rithy

I've done it on accident, so TPK'ing a party is really good fun.

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Have a brief post, totally not hindered by whiskey.

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Ansgar shook his head briefly at the retort from the psyker, not continuing to pursue that train of thought. They had work to do, after all, and whether there was ulterior motives in the orkish motives or no, it was really all above the Krieger's need to know. Point him at the heretics and xenos, he would kill them all. That was his job, after all, not like the Inquisitor kept him around for his looks.

Once they happened upon the drone, there wasn't much that the Krieger could have said about the situation. It was all above him, drones of any sort were nothing that the Krieg employed, everything was done by hand, whether using tools or literally by hand, so the fact that such things would exist or be used was well and truly beyond anything he could figure out. He would rely on the others expertise in such matters, and kept moving forward after the group moved out again, sweeping and scanning with his Type XIV (Heavy).

Upon finding the Orks, Ansgar listened to the orders and nodded, raising the Type XIV (Heavy), training it on his designated Ork. Orders were orders, he would follow them out. Upon the signal, he opened up with a clipped burst of las fire, the weapon overcharging each round and he forced down the recoil, tracking the burst from the top of the Ork head, down the next and back up, ensuring complete vaporization of the Ork's head. Was the overkill necessary? Perhaps, perhaps not, but he'd put the Ork down, so that was that. Unlike the others, he kept his peace, scanning the surroundings and waiting for the next orders or trouble to arrive.

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I'll be having a post up shortly enough, got another one to make first.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content] [Seeking Heretics!]

Looks like its time to start a fight, eh folks? Or run like sensible human beings, but since when is that a thing?

Welcome to the Rice Fields Motherfucker- An Ambitious Vietnam War RP

Its not a long post, but I wanted to get something out at least.

Welcome to the Rice Fields Motherfucker- An Ambitious Vietnam War RP

Quy Phan perked up when Van Ty pointed at both him, and his twin brother Tu, and instructed them upon their orders. Suppress the treacherous patrol of Southern Vietnamese, and Quy nodded as he shifted the weight of his DP-28, checking the bipod again while starting to make his move. "Of course, Sir!"

Quy whispered proudly, knowing he had to keep his voice down but determined to see their way of life protected. This was the first step, as Quy had been told countless times, and regardless of whoever would come from the outside, they would protect what they believed in. Quy didn't even need to glance to know his brother was keeping up with him as the pair moved towards the flank of the group of soldiers they were moving with. During training, he'd been instructed in a manner of suppressing fire that involved sweeping the automatic fire across the enemy ranks, the direction dependent on whether they were on the attack or defense. In this case, he would be swinging the fire outwards towards the back of the patrol, starting forward.

Settling into position on the flank, Quy unfolded the bipod and braced the DP-28 in position, resting his spare pan magazines of ammunition beside him. It would be easier for him to reload the thing, well, faster more like, and he could just grab them and get moving again if the call went for it. Tu was down on the ground beside him, AK-47 trained in the same direction as his brother's DP-28. He would be making more precise bursts of fire compared to Quy's more enthusiastic treatment of the machine gun he was given, and could fire off a fully automatic spray to cover Quy while he reloaded. The two worked well together, having grown up with each other and joined at the same time. With that, the two Phan brothers were in position and awaiting the whistle to commence firing.