Harbringer

Warhammer 40k- Deathwatch/Dark Heresy Tabletop RP

Strange. I've always run Only War campaigns, but I was interested in trying out some deathwatch before I delved into that territory. Any more room in this?

Feral

Btw. Would you like me to retrieve the Banner?

Feral

Ugh. I finally dragged myself out from under Uni forms. Anyone care to give a summary?

Shock & A.W.E. [Redux]

I'm preparing for second year of Uni and working. Not a lot of time for OOC chatter.

Shock & A.W.E. [Redux]

“Unless your company has been acquired by SPIRIT, I highly doubt that it has been made by the same people,” Richard replied to Wolf leisurely as he sat back into his seat, arms folded across his chest. Somewhere in his body, a spark lit up a flame of competition. He may not be the fastest, but he will do more damage, psychologically and physically, no matter how fast the bastard was. The next thing to happen took Richard back a little, but had little more effect than causing the Englishman to widen his eyes a little before scratching his chin. He knew that SPIRIT, along with the Japanese Nihonmaru company was looking into the new technology, and GHOUL was already looking for a way to use it to their advantage, after all, it was a direct delivery system to the brain, and they could hardly pass this up, even with the Terran Commission scoping them out for overt cruelty. Both integration and direct neural hacking were on the table. “Interesting toy,” Richard said as he stared levelly at the rubber cap, “let’s see if it actually helps on the battlefield.”

The Russian girl was next, detailing that her suit was more of a slow, heavy creature, which surprised Richard who was used to seeing girls in more…manoeuvrable machines, despite how sexist that may sound. In fact, Thessalia and this one were the only ones to break the mould so far. “That’s good to know,” Richard said, a small smirk tweaking the corner of his mouth, “always nice to have people who know how to work their machines.” It came out a little teasingly, but after seeing Karl in action, he meant it seriously. An awkward silence passed as they all sat in silence, and Richard was aware of Jack tapping his foot nervously. “Let’s get off the topic of combat for a second,” Richard said, if only to break the ocean of silence that had settled over them. “What do you people like to do…outside of military restrictions? I myself am a martial artist, as well as a passable chef. I am aware Thessalia enjoys literature, but I never really asked this before, and I actually am quite interested, after all, if we are to be teammates, we’d better actually learn what we all like….” He neglected to add the ‘Unlike last time’, but Thessalia and Jack knew what he meant.

Shock & A.W.E. [Redux]

As foul as his awakening temper usually was, the thought of the consequences if he did not obey the Colonel slapped all sense of rebellion out of his mind and snapped his senses into military overdrive. His voice seemed like an instant call for obedience as Richard stood onto his feet and made a snappy salute, his back ramrod straight, head held high and a tight-lipped expression on his face. Despite his dishevelled look and plain clothing, the Englishman looked every bit a military soldier. The other two members of the team took up positions either side of him and they held similar stances, obeying every last utterance the Colonel spoke. Despite looking like something that had shambled out of a grave and then crawled through a factory, the Colonel still managed to strike awe and fear into Richard in equal amounts.

Dropping his hand at the appropriate time, Richard took a shoulder-wide stance with his feet and stared directly at the colonel’s forehead, not daring to look into those piercing blood eyes, lest his blood curdle in his veins. The ensuing message however, was received with mixed reactions. On one hand, he was happy, ecstatic even, that he would be going back into action. After all these months of waiting around and doing nothing, he would finally have a chance to feel the blood rush of combat…well, in a simulation anyways. It was as close as he could get, and it didn’t really matter anymore once he got into the thick of it. On the other hand, however…he mentioned new team mates. With the people they had been getting so far, he was more than just doubtful of both their competence and their mental state. A slight twitch of the lip went unnoticed by the Colonel, although out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the colonel smirk when he looked at him. The mention that they were fresh out of the bus didn’t help either.

As soon as the Colonel left however Richard eased up, sighing as he rolled his shoulders. Well…he wondered what these new guys would be like…hopefully nothing like the previous members, greenie, melodramatic or arrogant. The first one that came up caused Richard to narrow his eyes beneath his glasses, clearly visible as they switched back to a clear sheen. Seven seconds into his introduction and he already hated him. Arrogance did not place well with him, even if he did do it sometimes. He was aware that he was being a bit of a hypocrite, but his first impression was one of someone who would rush headlong into combat to die. “Fastest A.W.E, first one to die,” he muttered quietly under his breath as he unconsciously clenched his fist. If they were to spar…he would do more than just catch him… The girl at least seemed better, or rather, more bearable.

“Richard Williams, pilot of FIEND and DEMON,” he replied curtly as he unfolded his arms, bending his back slightly in a formal bow, “a pleasure to make your acquaintances.” The mere names of those two models should tell the two newcomers what company he was a patron of. And from there, he could gauge their reactions. Most people were abhorrent of Ghoul as a company, which he could understand, but he respected those who saw that there was a need for fear tactics. “I will be providing as much of a front line as I can to keep you out of harm’s way.” Looking over to Roman, he drew him closer by grabbing his arm. “And this is Roman, our infiltrator and spy. He’ll be going deep into enemy lines to sabotage them as best he can,” he said as he slapped him gently on the back. Leaving Thessalia to do her own introduction, Richard gently took a seat, but his eyes never left Sasha’s, as if initiating a staring contest. The eye contact was broken a few seconds later as the German newcomer threw himself down into the chair beside Richard, now dressed more casually. It was Sunday after all, so all classes were cancelled.

He wouldn’t really gauge them yet until they were in combat together, but for now…he would give them the benefit of the doubt. “So…how much experience do you two have?” he asked curiously.

Shock & A.W.E. [Redux]

Hey. University comes first. Getting all the necessary stuff set Up for next Month

Shock & A.W.E. [Redux]

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DAY 69
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Repeated hard thuds were heard amongst the cacophony of shouting and screams as Richard tunnel visioned slowly into his training. The last two months had been frustrating, to say the least. There was very little combat to be had, and they weren’t given any missions. Gritting his teeth as his bound hands slammed repeatedly into the sandbag, the Englishman finally let out a single frustrated cry, punching with all his strength in his right hand. With a loud ripping noise, the leather bag of the sandbag burst open, spilling white sand over the floor. Breathing hard, Richard continued to stare at the sandbag for a few more seconds, before realising what he had done. Pulling his hand out of the hole he had made, in the process allowing even more sand to spill out, Richard stood up straight as gym attendants rushed over to inspect the damage. After being asked a few questions by the staff, as well as a rudimentary wrist check, Richard was allowed to leave without visiting the infirmary. Taking that as his cue to leave, Richard entered the change rooms and started to change back into his casual clothes.

Dressed in dark jeans and a light blue button up shirt, Richard exited the gym facilities. Almost immediately, he felt around his person for the familiar boxy package that would usually be in his pocket. Finding it in his rear jeans pocket, he pulled out a small box of cigarettes, producing a lighter moments after with a flick of his wrist. Lighting up one of the few remaining sticks of tobacco, Richard took a deep draw which eventually culminated into a smoke stained sigh. Starting back towards the dorms as the artificial sun began to dip towards the horizon, Richard blankly stared forwards as he drew his arms closer around his body. Like how Luna imitated the solar cycles of Terra, it also imitated the seasons. Autumn was drawing closer, and the days were progressively getting chillier, which made Richard wish that he had brought himself a jacket. Around him, people were chatting happily as they passed him, talking to teammates, acquaintances, even their partners. The Englishman scoffed. His team was nothing like them. Out of the three of them, he seemed to be the only one capable of speaking normally. One was a mouse who would run at the very mention of being seen, and the other was incapable of striking up a conversation. For all their skill in piloting violent machines of death, they weren’t exactly a bubbly bunch.

Deciding to stop for a little while, Richard took a detour towards the little park that they kept on campus. After a few metres of concrete, he came across a little oasis of greenery, flowers dotting the grass and occupying flowerbeds. Taking a seat on one of the ornate wooden benches, Richard stubbed out his cigarette and threw it into the waste disposal machine, which promptly liquefied it. Leaning back onto the back of the bench, he muttered to himself as he stretched, feeling the tension spread through his body before melting away. Too much had happened since he had come here. For one thing, Roman had stopped tailing him, which he found a welcome relief sometimes, but he also felt somewhat lonely now, which was uncharacteristic of him. He let out a slight chuckle as the thought spilled through his head. Well, it was about time he learned that Richard wasn’t his mother. Propping one leg onto his knee, the Englishman stared into the middle distance. Too much had happened since he had come here indeed… Once again, the botched mission came to mind, and he felt his teeth gritting hard. With a bang, he slammed his fist on the bench. What was done was done. He couldn’t change it. Still, their team had been reduced to a mere three members, and had effectively taken them out of combat situations, which irritated him even more.

After a few minutes of loitering, Richard lit up another cigarette and proceeded to leave the park, having brooded enough on negative thoughts for the day. Any more and he’d have a personal storm cloud following him all day. More students passed him, arguing, chatting, teasing. Its dynamic was completely different to his team. He sighed. He wished for once he’d get someone he would at least be able to converse with without making him feel like he was forcing them to. Taking a drag and pulling the cigarette out of his mouth, he let out yet another smoke-filled sigh. The worst part was today was a Sunday. He would have to spend the rest of the afternoon with his two other team members in probable silence. One would be reading a book and the other would be sitting quietly in the corner. It was times like this he wished that he could have brought his powerful computer on board the shuttle, but he did not think he would need it, and getting it delivered now would only bring bad omens. Resigning himself to his fate, Richard entered the dormitory complex and started towards the elevator. Somebody please save him from this mess…

Pressing his hand onto the gel scanner, Richard found that he was the first one there, or perhaps his fatigue addled mind prevented him from seeing anyone. Almost immediately, he made his way towards the fried, opening the bottom half and checking for any leftover food. There was plenty of reheating take away containers, but none of them looked particularly palatable. Pulling out a box of Venusian Karkal, he sniffed at the contents, before recoiling and throwing it into the trash. It smelled bad at the worst of times, but that one smelled like it had been stewing in the sweat of morbidly obese people for the last three days. Karkal never did keep well. His appetite thoroughly crushed, Richard stepped away from the fridge and collapsed onto the couch, closing his eyes. And to think he had another two and a half years here…would he survive that long?

Shock & A.W.E. [Redux]

*smacks Zata with the Apathy Stick* Enough. I keep telling you I'm not part of any suspicious organisation.

Feral

Alpharius is almost done too