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Into Perdition's Jaws

Paris Beurra

Incoherent yelling, as well as sounds of metal, mechanical parts of armor, and a loud whining sound, were coming from up under the flyer as it was summarily being lifted from the bottom by a slightly annoyed man with armor and a shield and bombarded from the top by an epileptic's nightmare of flashy mortars. That poor ship, being stuck between a rockheaded man and a large grouping of explosions.

Thankfully for Paris, the ship was lightening up significantly, but it was also heating up extremely fast. He slowly started to pivot the shield up while resting it on his legs to give his joints some help, as well as even out the bombardment on the shield once the ship eventually broke over his shield if it ever did. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to deal with the lights above him and looked down so that the more fragile bits over his eyes would be damaged by anything explosive.

Soon he hoped he could join the fight and not be under the light artillery fire. But his yelling persisted, mainly things insults at the artillery itself. The artillerymen and women were likely a distance off. He was lucky it wasn't anything larger than a mortar-like this. He began thinking about this and how he should have brought a bigger suit of armor. It would have hurt more when they hit the ground, but it would have definitely faired a lot better than what he was currently wearing. Nearing the bombardment's ending, he lifted the metal bit from his vision and lifted his head. Trying to see if he could find anything that resembled a friendly person, most of the traffic over the comms system he received was drown out by mortar fire.

Well, he was hoping that the others were faring better than he was. His armor could withstand something like this under the shield, and for a good amount of time since he was able to have everything locked in the joints. The only time it wasn't locked down was when he was shifting onto a single knee. He thought for a second about what he would do after the initial bombardment. To him, at that moment, he was safest in the middle of it. His shield could withstand the temperature and most of the blasts of this size. If he was on edge, he could be blasted off balance or get caught from a stray round. At least here, he and anyone who might still be with him would be hidden from any sensors, the explosions and superheated materials around him would hide him from most heat and communications sensors, so unless if someone could detect his life force or decided to look under a smoldering wreck, there was a low chance of anyone finding him.

But on the other hand, he could try and help the others out, rush out from under the wreck in a lull, and book it to more reliable cover. From there, either engage or create... he looked down at the small triangle at his feet. If they were from that one person, that could cause some trouble in the enemy ranks. He might have to do it blind to keep the visor of his helmet safe. But it would stop that enemy advance for a short time; maybe he could regroup and retreat with his allies.

The incoherent yelling and insults had stopped.

His hand went around the small little triangle device, waiting to activate it once the mortars stopped. His rifle was mounted on the shield, ready as well for once the device was thrown. He planned on tossing it towards those watching the artillery show then start backpedaling. Those who survived that well could probably follow once everything was dissipated. That is what he did; as soon as the last mortar fell, he pushed the shield out from under the flier and raised it vertically. His body and armor pressed against as he activated the small solar tablet and tossing it over the shield before he lifted it and started hightailing it in the direction of the person who gave him that tablet.

He looked over his shoulder and ran as fast as his armored ass could in the direction the tablet person went. He was not fast at all, and he did hear pinging on the metal suit he was wearing. His head-turning as he started to see the gas spreading out behind him, and he turned to his left a bit, so his shield blocked some of his body as he ran. He ran like his life depended on it, or like a man who had his steak and beer forcibly taken from him.

Warhammer 40k: Beyond the Pale - A Rogue Trader Adventure

@Jb Always down for WHrp my friend

Isaiah Hussian the III

Name : Isaiah Hussian the III

Age : 25 Terran Years in looks - 58 in years.

Gender : Male

Race : Human

Appearance :
Short length brown hair,(does have wigs for pony tail or curls for formal occasions), blue eyes and lighter caucasian skin, does use powder to make his skin seem more like porcelain. No mechanical implants.
Rather skinny, and shorter (110-130 lbs) (5'2 ft) His shape is about average, or leaner compared to most. No scarring through most of his body, he would seem to be a track runner without thighs.

Typically found wearing white pants, and Imperial Naval Jacket (blue torso with white arms) with midshipman insignia and a small pin on his collar signifying his house. (Grey and black pendant in a checkered pattern) Most of the time wearing white gloves. While on his belt is an issued laspistol, chainsword, glow-globe and data-slate. Can usually also be found with a Data-slate. Will also wear a cloak if he is on a long watch.

A young man, with an aged left eye, nearly white porcelain skin, and long white hair, that is either seen in a pompous wing and ponytail or just as a long single ponytail. His left eye is missing, but it does have a replacement false eye that is similar to his old one for show, but also a large cybernetic piece that he can wear. He does have a large vein-like bulge that goes down the side of his neck under his skin, it is somewhat flush, and looks like a buff guy broke a nerve.

He is taller than what he once was, at now six three. His knees having been replaced some short time ago, as well as his left shoulder blade. The synthetic skin hiding most if not all of the metallic bits. His form is still thin, but this hides the somewhat metallic strength of his somewhat rebuilt again body. His right arm though is buff compared to his other appendages.

He wears either one of two suits, one which is completely white similar to that worn in a ball room. The other is a dark blue, that of the navy with the ranking of captain plastered on it along with various badges and metals that he may or may not have deserved. With his white suit, he does have a laspistol of some kind inside the chest. But his naval uniform, he wears it all, his sword on his side and laspistol on the other. His belt lined with his data-slate, his power packs, and his light.

Personality : Young and extremely timid, Isaiah has yet to experience the world. Those above him he treats with utmost respect, and those below him and beside him he has no idea what to do with. Can be considered a coward in some situations, but when supported he can be valuable. He is not really adventurous, but he is someone to be in awe at some new things he finds as 'beautiful' mainly galactic bodies (suns that aren't the color of his, brightly colored gas clouds, etc) He does try to do his job the best he can, and if he doesn't know how to do something in his line of work, then he figures it out. Can be reluctant to give information out if something is wrong, i.e. someone missing from the shift or cargo missing. (kid really needs a person commissar with a fake gun)

After almost forty years of being in service to several Rogue Traders, he has gain a lot of knowledge. He has seen many stars, fought demonic incursions, xenos, traitors, and many other things. He walked the void of space after venting out his cargo bay to rid it of a fungal infection. He has aged like spoiled milk, becoming a frequent alcoholic, and an overall grumpy and angry man. He is not at home with a family, sitting in some mansion. He is out in the wilds of space, being angry as all hell as looks over the stars.

He has lived his life of adventure, his life in the Navy roster of a Rogue Trader, he has become a captain of nothing but cargo bays and galleys on several ships of varying levels of Imperial heresy. But, in general, he is a reliable old man. If you can bear his yelling, and complaining, you can see that most of his words have some sense and truth to them. He is a bountiful source of information and wisdom to those who can translate insane and angry drunkard.

Relationship to the Dynasty : His family is of a bunch of nobles, but he really has no ties to the rogue trader or his family.

History : Isaiah grew up in a kind and gentle world in his estate, he traveled the planet some. And lived in almost complete luxury due to his status. In his early years he was taught that the human body was perfect the way it was, but to preserve the family at later ages once proven a decent heir or of some importance. They would be given allowances for minor life preservation treatments. Minor due to the world being somewhat out of the way of most imperial trade routes, so not that high on the economic level. But the planet was a Feudal world, living the ways of nobles, and his family being one lower on the totem pole in the planet.

In his education, he was found to be an extremely good pencil pusher, and therefor was to be inducted as one of the planets bureaucrats. But his father decided he should take a different route, and enlisted his son in the Grand Imperial Navy. It was due to other political reasons as well, such as they wanted honor and prestige from the son, as well as a chance to get him out there to other nobles who may have been enlisted into the Navy, or Astra Militarum.

Once given his rank of Midshipman due to his noble status, he was quickly to be found as an Officer of the Watch while most ranking officers were off duty, and quartermaster, due to his good skills with pushing paper. Due to this, and his abilities with other people, he was found to be somewhat of an underdog. His previous Captain, deciding that it would be better for him to put his skills in paper pushing, moved his station to an actual station rather then a ship. There for he, and the pencil pushers of various creed within the Imperium at the station were to inspect ships, their contents, the crew, and the ship itself while in port and dry dock. To rot away as pencil pusher, lest a crew of adventures were to save him, or he was to be kidnapped while inspecting a ship. Because who cares about some lowly midshipman?

He has been transferred around a bit by rogue traders for his ability to keep the cargo bay somewhat clean and orderly. And as a gift to a new fledgling rogue trader, his services were offered as long as the pay was similar and the title was somewhat better. He has been with rogue traders for a long period of time, mainly as a quartermaster and cargo bay controller. But he has slowly been working with command staff and even in small engagements in the bridge. Once he was even given command of the ship when a rogue trader decided he wanted a vacation. For that he was given a few days down on planet and regenerative treatment to make him look younger and to give him a new liver. In his travels he has also been trained in maybe service skills such as cooking, cleaning, being a servant, and some in the commander role of parts of the ship and as a pseudo-armsman.

He is still serving in the Imperial Navy, and they have deemed him to become a Captain now, does he get his own command, no because they have no idea where he is, but they do pay him as he does check in with the Administrautum at some stops.

Skills : Extremely good with numbers, organizing shifts, ordering and stocking goods, ammo, and other needed things.
Knows how to use basic Imperial Weapons, chainsword, and his power sword
Knows how to cook, and how to get higher quality goods for cooking.
Has officer clearance
Is extremely perceptive of things in stock, and can find contraband, as well as knows basic layout of most Imperial ships.
Servant skills
Luxury cooking
Being a fledgling commander

Equipment :
Laspistol
power sword
Basic Naval Officer Garbs
Naval Captain insignia
Data-slate
Glow-globe
recorder
a powerpacks for the laspistol

-in quarters
shotgun
standard naval cloak
Flak Weave
shells for the shotgun

Misc :

Into Perdition's Jaws

Paris Beurra

Incoherent yelling and bitching came from the front part of the wreckage behind the pilot's cockpit; the hole created was partially blocked by a large metal object, a shield with an arm attached to it. In hand was a pistol, that some parts looked incredibly shiny and new, but others looked like they had just been burned, and possibly part of an explosion that had happened several feet from where it's the owner was sitting. With a good pull of the armored suit and some good old fashioned suit strength, the arm and shield were free and able to be used again.

Stepping from a small portion of the wreckage was a large armor suit with an angry, furious man inside it. Not just from the crash but because something had happened in the crash, and possibly before the crash. The blast had done something very annoying, aside from killing one of the only humans within a thirty-foot radius, break his new toy. He had just gotten that thing as an early welcoming gift from his new employers.

"What in the everlasting fucking bullshit is this!" replied the angry noncom as he found himself in the wreckage of a crashed transportation flyer. His new shiny pistol broken, it's gas tube has broken open, and its energy distributer shattered. "I just got this damn thing, and now's it's broken. In the name of the fucking heavens, whoever broke my new damn..."

He was cut off by an ear-piercing screech of static in his ear, as someone had broken through, and then a voice came over the net. It was more or less a warning with the ambiance of a solid warzone inside it.

"Hey, can ya hear me? Who the hell knew we were gonna be landing here? And wait, by here do ya mean where we crashed or where we were supposed to fuc-k..." the static had gone back to static as he was midway through trying to interrupt the man to get some answers. Instead, he was interrupted by the static and something far more immediate to the noncom and anyone else who had survived the landing.

Above him, he watched as the metaphorical rockets' red glared above him, mortars. Several thoughts were going into his head, one to duck into the foliage for cover, two to duck back into the shuttle for cover, or three to duck into the shuttle and put his shield up.
All are likely to be good answers; foliage would help with the incoming enemies that, to him, with the standard-setting of his helmet, looked like tiny shadows moving in the distance.

"If you can hear me, get into cover!" his voice would echo out, he didn't remember if he saw anyone or thing in the wreckage as he was coming out.

Without much thought, he would jump towards the wreckage and pull himself and his shield under it as an added protection. This was his choice; he would hope that there were others nearby still alive it as it would likely be the safest place to hunker down before the fighting started. Maybe once everything goes up in mortar fire.

Into Perdition's Jaws

SGT. Paris Beurra

NAME::
SGT. Paris Beurra

SPECIES:
Human - Male

AGE:
32

FACTION ALIGNMENT:
GES former ZSRP SGT

HEIGHT/WEIGHT (OPTIONAL):
6'0
200 lbs

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
A relatively large military man, broad shoulders hairy chest noncom style. White skin tones with various farmer tan lines, thick muscles that aren't really visible because it looks like he is just a fucking tree trunk of a human man. Square jaw faces brown hair, with a stubble covering his face. His eyes are a dark blue/green color.

BACKGROUND PRIOR TO BEING SELECTED FOR THE MISSION:

Long ago, maybe sixteen years back, a man enlisted into some rebellions army, mainly as a militiaman, to fight against those attacking his people. Lying about his age and managing to get past technology by the fact that his people just needed raw recruits for defense, he was able to join in the ranks. Not much is known about his people, but this is how he was brought into the ZSRP's army later in his life, where he distinguished himself and was able to excel in his ability as a leader and engineer.

Bravery and saving those around him were his top priorities. The lives of his comrades were key to his mission, and he followed through almost every time. Thankfully his career was simpler and easier than most; he was focused on engineering building things, demolishing those that weren't safe and up to standard. He did play combat roles though, such as building bridges in combat zones or demolishing undetonated ordinance. He has even been with nuclear devices before.

But this lead to the one stain on his record, which was the destruction of a habitation block in a city, it was partially occupied by civilians, himself, and several members of his unit. Out of six hundred, he was one of twelve alive. Six months later, his last deployment was over and he was asked to retire instead of reenlisting. He sadly took to this but found himself working for various mercenary companies finding jobs similar to what he did originally, with a local militia. He did get an offer one day, which he took, it was a role for a demolition specialist to travel to sites and keep them out of various entities' hands.

REASON FOR MISSION RECRUITMENT:
Last resort operative, if during the risk of being overrun, this individual is meant to destroy all artifacts to prevent capture from enemy forces. Also useful for getting into areas, fixing various machines, and safe passage of various terrains. Easy to manipulate into working, and good track records help as well.

WEAKNESSES:

- Xenophobia/Untrusting - those around him either have to be good friends or a human from his culture group. It is extremely hard for him to trust individuals outside of his comfort zone. In hindsight, he is an amazing individual physically and strategically in an army where he knew almost everyone. Still, in an environment surrounded by others, he is out of his league.

- Visually impaired - Early in his military career, he was hit off his ass. He wasn't hurt much, but it raddled his eyes a bit and caused him to lose focus. If it wasn't for his suit and optical aids in combat, his maximum sight for a person would be 25m before they began blurring in completely with their surroundings.

- PTSD/Black-out rage - One of the reasons he was asked to leave the military once his contract ran out, they wanted to give honor to him before they would be forced to discharge him. In the heat of the main battle, he gets into it, and it may lead to those who are not looking like the soldiers he used to fight with getting shot in the back. It is on his record as having a form of PTSD, but he has not had a major public attack.

- White Knight Mentality - this is either a weakness or a strength depending on who you talk to; he is a champion of those around him and a stalwart defender of his allies and the weak. (mainly humans) He will risk his own life to defend an individual in need of help, for as long as they survive, his job is finished.

- Etherless - His soul and body are not fit for Ether, it has some inherent ether in it, but it can't be used effectively, so he is afraid of it and works against it.

SKILLS AND TRAINING:
Leadership at a squad level
Demolitions and Engineering training
Subdermal Network Layer - Infecting with heavy equipment.
Basic flight school (dropped out)
Heavy Machinery/vehicle training
Heavy Assault training
Basic military training (Survival, first aid, basic martial arts, rifleman training, basic entrenching/camo)

LOADOUT:
Heavy Assault Power-armor - Modified with extra plates and materials that block ether abilities that come into contact with it. It's meant to take a lot of damage, and as long as there are plates to replace damaged ones, then it could last pretty much forever. The mechanics may need to be tuned up and oiled, but they are shock resistant for the most part and able to take blows. Small bits are added on, such as a slot for the brace of large armored riot shields on the left arm—a magnetic belt for sidearms, ammunition, grenades, and a knife. The back has another magnetic slot for a backpack/canisters.

Magnetic Shield - A thick shield that is meant for breaching heavily armed individuals locked inside an enclosed area. Six and a half feet tall, two feet wide, and six inches thick of corrosive resistant metal. The lower side of the shield has shock-absorbing wheels for debris and easier movements. It has a mount for a heavy weapon its the tt, and a small holster for a close-quarters weapon.

Heavy Assault Rifle - A large-caliber assault rifle with a 30 round magazine side, can feed belts as well. 18-inch barrel, and a mounting lug for various attachments on the undercarriage of the barrel.
x6 20 round magazines
x2 160 round belts

5 shot shotgun- A 12 gauge short barrel shotgun that comes with the shield.
x15 buck-shot
x5 breeching slugs
x15 flechette rounds

Broken Blaster pistol - A pistol based around energizing particles of the air and propelling it forward. It had shattered upon impact under the weight of his armor.
x 5 power packs

Knife - A thick bladed multipurpose item, fit for him compared to his armor, it is a standard length knife with a locking lug to become a bayonet if needed.

Frag Grenade x 5 - standard grenades

Stun/Flash Grenade x 3 - Standard stun grenade

Incendiary grenade x 2 - Similar to thermite, meant for destroying weapons.

Backpack - A metal box with various compartments and magnetic locking lugs on the side to hold various equipment

Toolset - A standard toolset, with a shovel and a portable welder/cutter

Explosive set x8 - Salvageable explosives blocks and detonators. Similar to C4 explosives.

Most equipment is lost in transit, unable to find a portable crate.

Portable crate x2
Explosive sets x 30
Armor Plate replacements x 50
Replacement parts for armor
Food, hygiene equipment, extra clothing
Medical Pack
Ammunition for rifle
x 8 20 round Magazines
x 4 160-Belts worth of belt lugs
x rounds 6,000

Ammunition for Shotgun
x 400 buckshot
x 400 Flechette
x 50 breeching rounds
x 500 slugs
x 120 incendiary rounds

Pistol Ammunition
x 20 power packs
x1 power pack recharging set w/ micro solar panels and hand-crank

AUGMENTATIONS:
Subdermal Network Layer - This is mainly to interface with equipment and better transportation modes.

ETHEREOLOGY:
NA

PERKS:
Anti-Ether armor - A set of armor wrapped in a material that is resistant to most Ether types, able to cut off teleportation behind him and most attacks from in front of him.

Future Tank Destroyer - Tactics based on tank destroyers of ancient times, frontal armor meant to take any attack with great offensive ability in one direction in front of him. Getting on his sides or behind him is the best way to end the fight.

Engineer - To build, you must clear the land. A demolition expert and fortifications expert, he can destroy any fortification given he can get close to it or has artillery/air support. Then proceed to build something better, or a bridge over the crater. Mcgyver would be proud of the solutions to his problems.

Into Perdition's Jaws (Lost Behind Enemy Lines - SciFi/Action/Suspense)

I am def down for something like this.

The Colain Empire - fledgling empire RP int

sounds interesting as most of my projects fail due to lack of individuals. Count me in.

Broken Skies

Name: Erwin Damalin VII

Appearance:


Formal :
Alias(es): White Raven

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Description:
Height : 6'6
Weight : 280 lbs
Skin Color : White
Hair Color : Brown
Eye Color : Blue
Build : Thick Muscle

Magic Type: Ki

Role: Knight

Specialty: Defensive Tank

Personality:
Stoic
Blank
Dull
Expressionless
Ritualistic

Background: Coming from a family of warriors, true knights had been scattered throughout the family tree. Small branches littered his direct descendants; even his great uncle had become one of these warriors. His uncle had perished, but his father and grandfather had many stories about the man.

Being raised in a family of warriors, he had good mentors to help train and guide him in his life. His brothers were beside him as well, but only one would be allowed to find their way on the road to possibly becoming a knight in the future; the other two had to continue the family line. His younger brothers would constantly fight him together, as Erwin was far larger than them, an almost freak with how large and quickly he had grown. Mainly due to a large and varied diet and a massive amount of work that went into his training.

His education was limited; however, he learned to read and write basic maths, but almost all of his time was consumed in training his body and mind. At this point in his life, around the age of ten to twelve, he was active in his family, helping his sisters and mother in physical work to grow his body. He did converse with his family and friend. He was a decent socialite in his younger years. But slowly, he did drift into what he is now.

His mother tried teaching him that he needed to be rounded out to guide him out of the path he was heading down. His body and mind had begun to blend; instead of improving all aspects with ki, he bolstered his body. His mind had limited itself to an almost emotionless hulk of itself, and he became almost spartan in lifestyle. He wore armor at almost all times of day and night, even when sleeping. And his helmet has not been removed in public since he turned fifteen when he began his journey to becoming a knight.

He refused to eat and bath in public and would not show his face to any who asked, only formal occasions or in the light could small features such as his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and neck could be visible. If the individual was smaller when looking at him, they could see his chin. He also had chosen his style of fighting as a main, one where, regardless of the weapon, his shield was the primary attribute. Typically a spear or rifle with a bayonet is used in combat by Erwin. But bladed weapons such as axes and swords are also used if needed.

He found himself as the White Raven sometime in his early twenties, a knight at last, and another branch on his family tree that will end short. He was refitted with armor and weapons that should suit his position, his armor was meant for ease of use, mainly to get on and off, but it was not really good for mobility. It suits the White Raven fine as most of his ability comes from defensive postures, as long as he doesn't have to turn completely around or has a corridor to defend from, he is set. When close to buildings and objects, he has trouble turning and soft ground, which he can sink into, his major weaknesses. His weapon depends on what he believes he will need that day, but it is typically a long-barreled rifle and bayonet with a massive tower shield, with a sword as a secondary. His other main weapon is a spear, and rounded shield, again with a sword for closer combat.

Abilities:
Body Over Mind - His body has reached its maximum potential. He can focus his muscles on separate tasks to get as much strength out of his body as possible. His armor, which a normal individual wouldn't lift a piece without strain, is light as a shirt. If metal was not rigid, then he could move as if he wasn't in armor.

Restoration - If necessary and with full concentration, his eyesight can become better, he can heal himself and mend his armament. But with this, his social and mental capacities have been severely limited as well as his movement is almost entirely gone while in this state only able to make small movements for aiming.

Equipment:
Large set of armor - 800 lbs of overlapping steel, hard to break through completely, but easy to immobilize with strong objects in the joints.

Shield of the Raven - a thick metal shield made for him, about four inches of armor between him and anything in front of him.

Formal Armor - Mainly a helmet and light plate to cover some parts of his body, this armor is accompanied by cloth and mail to cover most of his body. Meant really for formal occasions.

Shield of White - A relatively smaller shield compared to its combat counterpart, his original shield before knighthood was reworked to guard all in a formal occasion.

Sword of the White Raven - A long sword meant to fight with both hands, for him it is about the size of a two-hand sword or a small greatsword, mainly meant to fit with his size as a sidearm.

Long gun w/ Bayonet - An 8 gauge shotgun or 12.7 caliber double action rifle, 32-inch heavy barrel. Similar style to a Le Mat style of pistol, just with a longer barrel, a long stock, a bayonet lug, and overscaled calibers.

Beak of the Raven - A large leaf-head spear with an eight-foot metal pole as a handle.

Extra:

Weaknesses : Soft/muddy ground - he can easily sink into the ground if wearing his non-formal clothing. Becoming stuck, or if he goes deep, possibly drown.

Limited mobility areas : large rocks, walls, and sturdy objects can limit his ability to move, his armor can also be stopped by pinning things into the chinks of his armor.

Poor eyesight : His weapon mainly does his long-range capability, but it takes time for him to aim as he has to concentrate for a short period of time to have the ability to see his target. Naturally, he is only able to see some ten feet clearly. After about a hundred feet, his vision becomes a complete blur to where he can only pinpoint large objects moving.

The Final Legion – A Sci-fi Military RP

I'll pm ya a cs probably tomorrow.

The Emperor's Duty: A Warhammer 40K RP

Lt. Adrian Erest

Faction Name: Astra Militarum - 123rd Exiol Light Infantry
Force Name: 22nd company - 3rd platoon
Leader Name: Lt. Adrian Erest
Leader Bio: Beginning a modest life in the middle hives of the world, born to several scribes who worked laboriously to keep their son from falling below the average. They paid for school, wasn't a great school, but it was something they could afford that was better than the standard. They bought things to make themselves look better than they were, mainly second and third-hand clothing that matched more upper tiers of people. Their son was of average ability; he wasn't weak or strong, stupid, or smart; he was the average in almost every way.

The only part that was slightly abnormal was his luck. He would continuously guess his test questions, get almost perfect scores, and overall some of his class's best grades. He didn't know the answers most of the time, and his accurate intelligence showed when he had assignments that weren't multiple choice. I mean, he wasn't dumb, but those assignments were more in line with the average intelligence of a student. Right as he came around the age of sixteen, his father permitted him to join the local PDF, as he did not wish to continue his education like his parent's wishes. But, through hard work, some corrupt politicians, and plenty of other possibly heretical things. Their son could be given an officer's position if he did well in his first years in the PDF.

Once joining, he was your standard trooper, but someone important would walk in and see him doing his job whenever he was doing his job. Most of his time, he was a quartermaster. Since his parents were scribes, it was an obvious place to put him. He was decent at math, and he had the natural ability of laziness. He can get as much work done with little effort, meaning that the armory was somewhat organized to have an efficient and not so time-consuming workday for those who staffed it. His superiors eventually made an officer, a low one with no responsibility, but an officer position. He would continue to do the same thing for a few years but as an officer. He was checking weapons in and out, making sure that the equipment was cleaned and orderly.

One day the IG was looking for strapping young men and officers to fill the ranks to form a new regiment of lightfoot after the last one had disappeared in the warp and was never heard from again. Recruitment went out to all of the hives, either for pressgangs to collect unwilling recruits, recruitment offices to get willing recruits, or the local PDFs to get officers and fillers. He was one of these officers to be chosen. He was a promising young officer needing leadership and combat experience. He went right back into training. Months later, he was finished with his combat officer training and was ready to be shipped out.

He and his regiment was shipped out to another nearby sector for temporary quartering. This would be Yunnalin, where the regiment was soon being used by an Inquisitor, mainly by hosting checkpoints and barricades.

Eventually, he was brought up in a conversation, replacements for some goons lost on the planet. He was close to the operation area, he had a fresh platoon of men under his command, and he was a promising officer to all that knew him. So, he was sent forth to complete a mission as an inquisitorial goon under one Inquisitor Hera.

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Direct Superior: General Vinsect Inquisitor Hera
Troop Count: 18 total - 1 Officer, 2 NCOs, 1 demo specialist, 4 heavy weapons specialists (split into teams of two), 1 AT Gunner 2 medics, 7 standard troopers
Extraordinary Troops/Roster:

- SGT. Cedar Kelso - Leader of Squad one, winner of the 123rd YLI NCO sword fighting competition.
-CPL. Bella Claude (Autocannon team)
-Gunner Hamm Tonkton - Gunner
-Gunner Kelly Terse - Assistant Gunner
-CPL Chelsea Lord - Youngest daughter to a major planetary noble
-PVT Reginold Pair
-PVT Parm Less
-CORPSMAN Dennin Long
- CPL. Erin Cel (Mortar team) - smart, healthy, and sexy for a guardswoman, extremely hostile, good support team leader.
-Gunner Austin Harrie - Gunner
-Gunner Esper Wells - Assistant Gunner
- SGT. Nat Gurder - Leader of Squad two, depressing to be around, probably would be a good commissar, alcoholic, okay shot.
-CPL. Veri Baum - Demolitions expert
-PVT Tilly Lars
-PVT Thomas Bumm - winner of regimental drinking contest
-Corpswoman Duran Dennve
-GUNNER Emmi Laws - Rocket Launcher


Extraordinary Equipment:
Equipment
Guard standard kit x18 w/ variations (personal items and weapon choices)
Lasguns x 17
Chainswords x 2
Laspistols x2
Rocket Launcher x1
Rockets HE x2
Rockets AP x4
Rockets INC x1

Wheeled M34 Autocannon x1
Autocannon Rounds x1200
Mortar x1
Mortar HE round x 30
Mortar Smoke Round x 5

Extraordinary equipment
Trojan Logistical Support Tank x2
Trojan trailer x1

Why Were They Selected:
The finest and closest men to the operational area, these fine men and women are ready to leave their entrenched position to venture forth and complete the mission forced upon them. After reports of an inquisitorial team going dark, they are sent into complete their task and rescue any survivors.

Okay, the short story is they are the closest actual unit to the operation area. The unit's officer has a lot of useful reports about him. It was recommended to send him in for both experience and competence to all who looked at his file. So why not, and hey, if they made it there, they could save a small unit of stormtroopers who have gone dark. There are only two downsides, one the group gets taken by the inquisition after, taking away manpower from a new unit. Two, they all die and it's taking manpower from a new unit which will likely have to give more units to the cause.
Relationships:

- With Inquisitor Hera - Unknown if the inquisitor likes us, just got orders from Hera and the old boss.

- With the Adeptus Arbites - Local probably doesn't mind us that bit, we aren't the thieving kinda guardsman. They have saved some of us when drunk, so... we light them a little.

- With the Adepta Sororitas - So so, we haven't met a lot of them. The guys of the platoon liked the last ones we saw, the women didn't mind them with the knowledge that if the men tried they would likely be shot.

- With the Adeptus Tempestus - They may like us, mainly because they are pretty much a pomp version of us. But they are kinda dicks, the officer doesn't mind them since he may have met some of them earlier in his life.

- With the Assassins - We really haven't met them that much or at all, we have no idea if they like us.

- With the Astra Militarum - We are a tiny portion of them, they like our officer, they gave us food, drink, shelter, and press-ganged some of us. Other than that, the average guardsmen/woman we like.

- With the Skitarii - Cogboys made pretty much everything we have, but they probably hate us for being simple human flesh bags.

The Emperor's Duty: A Warhammer 40K RP

and can I get a new link for the discord?@Lady Selune