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WH40k : Lost System

The original campaign is only war, but I was just going to have this be a standard style of RP keeping away from a lot of dice rolls and such. Normally if I do put dicerolls into a text rp, it's for life/death situations, or situations that require with usually a d# and asking the person/people to give me a number. Which for this, I am taking a bit more of a horror theme at the beginning so I might be using it a lot.

WH40k : Lost System

@Kenshi right on brother, let's see if we can get a few more.

WH40k : Lost System

Lost System

[Initializing Warp Trajectory]

[Convening with Navagator]

[01000010 01101111 01100100 01111001 00100000 01100001 01101000 01100101 01100001 01100100]

[Trajectory <= Change = Unkown Blockage]

[[ REQUEST IMMEDIATE VOID ESCAPE COLLISION IMMINENT ]]

"Captain, there is a group of unknown bodies in our immediate path, requesting immediate departure from the immaterium." A servitor blurted out as its torso swung around to face the captain on the pole connected where its legs should be.

"Depart the Warp as soon as it is safe for the Navigator to do so. Have crews ready for repair and any incursions."

[[ DEPARTURE VARIABLES = 1 ] DEPARTING ]

[E/R?r}

"IMPACT IMMEDIATE"

[Diag?-n]

{DISCONNECT = TRUE}

---

The captain looked through the unstained gallery in front of him; a large dark body loomed in front of them, silhouetted by golden rays that broke upon the opposing side of the celestial body in front of the ship.

[ Momentium <= 1 ]

"Impact is likely; estimated time is four minutes and thirty-six seconds until impact in along the northern hemisphere of the planet if we change the current trajectory for entry into orbit, likely hood of escaping orbit = false." Said the tech-priest on the bridge; he connected to where the late servitor was once was plugged into. "The machine spirit is uncontrollable at this moment, requesting assistance to appease it."

---

Three minutes later, a large Galleon transport, the Errant Stork, landed upon the planet of Quinsis IV while apart of a fleet heading through the Cicatrix Maledictum to reach those worlds cut off from Holy Terra. Two regiments of Imperial Guard, and half of a skitarii cohort, and a small contingent of three imperial knights and their retinues. A large portion of the ship landed in the water, only the front portside portion landing upon the stony beaches of the southern hemisphere. The lower decks were mainly flooded, along with small portions of the human and material cargo being destroyed on impact.

Several days after impact not much has been done, with the sardine can packing of the Administrautum most of the ship hasn't been capable to triage and mobilize those aboard the voidship out onto the world to explore and begin preparation for a possible long term survival upon the world. Will those aboard the Errant Stork last long enough to be saved, or will they have to forge their own path and learn how to survive in the world they are now apart of. Else die or fall to some darker fate in their current state.

---

This is meant to be more of a mission-to-mission style RP with some downtimes between them. They are mainly based on an old Only War game that I was in/cohosted a few years ago. Message me here if you have any questions. Originally posted in advanced, but didn't have much luck so hoping to find someone here.

The Weltkrieg: A Dieselpunk Alternate History RP

Def some interest in this.

Into Perdition's Jaws

Paris Beurra

He stared down the path watching the mobilization of the local forces as he sat behind a tree. Most of his sensors were off but he could still see through the fog. Through the forest he noted everyone leaving towards the parallel route, but he knew there probably was a rearguard that would notice them.

"We should get going before they come back, there is probably a few left that we can get rid of if we are quick and quiet about it." he said as he lifted up the visor on his helmet so he could see far more clearly, "they are probably the wounded, but they will have at least one or two people watching over them."

He slowly lowered the visor once again as he stood up, he looked around the group and then back at the forest in front of them, "someone quiet go first maybe, or shall we just preceded with caution?" he asked as he pressed his lips together. He wished he had drank more water, his skin was still dry and cracked. Burned in some spots, but it wasn't anything that he hasn't gone through before. He wished he had his two crates, but he will have to make due with what they had.

WH40k : Lost System

Lost System

[Initializing Warp Trajectory]

[Convening with Navagator]

[01000010 01101111 01100100 01111001 00100000 01100001 01101000 01100101 01100001 01100100]

[Trajectory <= Change = Unkown Blockage]

[[ REQUEST IMMEDIATE VOID ESCAPE COLLISION IMMINENT ]]

"Captain, there is a group of unknown bodies in our immediate path, requesting immediate departure from the immaterium." A servitor blurted out as its torso swung around to face the captain on the pole connected where its legs should be.

"Depart the Warp as soon as it is safe for the Navigator to do so. Have crews ready for repair and any incursions."

[[ DEPARTURE VARIABLES = 1 ] DEPARTING ]

[E/R?r}

"IMPACT IMMEDIATE"

[Diag?-n]

{DISCONNECT = TRUE}

---

The captain looked through the unstained gallery in front of him; a large dark body loomed in front of them, silhouetted by golden rays that broke upon the opposing side of the celestial body in front of the ship.

[ Momentium <= 1 ]

"Impact is likely; estimated time is four minutes and thirty-six seconds until impact in along the northern hemisphere of the planet if we change the current trajectory for entry into orbit, likely hood of escaping orbit = false." Said the tech-priest on the bridge; he connected to where the late servitor was once was plugged into. "The machine spirit is uncontrollable at this moment, requesting assistance to appease it."

---

Three minutes later, a large Galleon transport, the Errant Stork, landed upon the planet of Quinsis IV while apart of a fleet heading through the Cicatrix Maledictum to reach those worlds cut off from Holy Terra. Two regiments of Imperial Guard, and half of a skitarii cohort, and a small contingent of three imperial knights and their retinues. A large portion of the ship landed in the water, only the front portside portion landing upon the stony beaches of the southern hemisphere. The lower decks were mainly flooded, along with small portions of the human and material cargo being destroyed on impact.

Several days after impact not much has been done, with the sardine can packing of the Administrautum most of the ship hasn't been capable to triage and mobilize those aboard the voidship out onto the world to explore and begin preparation for a possible long term survival upon the world. Will those aboard the Errant Stork last long enough to be saved, or will they have to forge their own path and learn how to survive in the world they are now apart of. Else die or fall to some darker fate in their current state.

---

This is meant to be more of a mission to mission style RP with some downtimes between them. They are mainly based on an old Only War game that I was in/cohosted a few years ago. Message me here if you have any questions.

Into Perdition's Jaws

Paris Beurra

A gel was applied to him and his armor. He stared down at the vents, "Everyone plays kingmaker, but the pact helped my people when they played kingmaker; their equipment has kept me alive for a long time. Technology and aesthetics aren't everything; this doesn't need to be advanced and expensive. I can take something from your cooling units, a few tools, and a comms unit to fix this; most of what you use needs special tools and equipment."

He shut his eyes as they were drying out, his lips were cracked and his skin dry and starting to scratch with the burns covering most of the upper half of his body. He licked his lips to try and moisten them some, it didn't help much but it was something. He sat there for most of the ride silent, hopefully, he could get some stuff to fix his suit, and possibly water. He shifted his body to the side once the APC stopped and getting out was him walking backward until he could stand.

It wasn't efficient like the way he got in, but it worked. He would turn around and face his comrades before following them, taking in the sights of the different group that came to their aid. He shrugged lightly to get a few kinks of out his bones and stretched some. He looked at those around him, he already had some problems with the group, not the way it worked, but how several were not human. He mainly stayed quiet, he was more or less there if things went bottoms up to his knowledge.

When asked a question about ammo he looked at the creature, "I have my backpack and my rig, aside from that, the two crates that I brought with me got blown out when we were first hit. It's the wrong caliber for most of your weapons likely since you don't use pact equipment. But, if you find either one, I would be grateful for their return if you are able to find them."

He hit his helmet, "the trackers on them aren't useful when I can't see them on my display helmet, I'll give you four moderate-yield explosive packs per if you promise to blow the thing that gave me a plasma tan up." This was when he began wondering if this was a place to stop, mainly so he could fix anything he could and get ready for the next point in their journey or if he would be off again being thrown around again in another vehicle that was getting shot at.

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

Isaiah

Isaiah turned his head to the techpriest, and held his hand up, "No injections at the moment please, but greetings." he said smiling softly, at least there was someone vocally cordial in the room. "If I am dying then I may change my mind... those drugs affect the mind, and I'd rather stay somewhat sane for the moment."

"But, before the captain gives us our orders, and his word... we should come up with some form of a plan or a set up for how we will conduct ourselves on a ship full of enemies unknown to us. Preferably before our ship becomes a hulk and some young explorer decided to venture into it only to be sassed by the silver-spooned woman there."

"Because Emperor forbids her several human lifetimes of learning sarcasm and sass goes to waste floating in the void of space."

He rolled his eyes and checked his shotgun once again, opening the bolt slightly to see the loaded shell. He let go of the arm and let it hang from his shoulder once again. He lifted his hat and ran his hand through his hair, pulling a few loose strains out and looking at his slowly balding head unamused. Maybe more graphing will fix that, once he gets back. He lowered his hat and looked up and around at those in the room, maybe being old isn't that bad. Although, if he hadn't have had some graphing previously his looks would have soured like aged milk. Well, at least his personality didn't sour as the knife-ear did in her youthful age of older than the dirt beneath him when he was born.

He continued to think about it, I wonder if she can read minds, I wondered if the psyker can read minds. He was waiting for the Rogue Trader to tell them to do something before he got bored and started trying to figure out some way to push the Eldar woman's buttons or find a way to get a drink of some kind.

Into Perdition's Jaws

Paris Beurra

In a confusion of an explosion and being pushed back on his knee and shin, metal scrap shifted back a few feet until he was in a truck. "Fucking, asshole," he said after the explosion, the front of his shield now white and rapidly cooling as the mechanical beast strode towards him in drunken vigor. He grabbed the arm and proceeded to beat the dying beast with its own arm; when he noticed the ammunition about to cook-off, he just slapped the molten part of its arm against what he believed was its head and dropped it before hiding up underneath his shield for the cook-off.

"Ya missed ya fucking jackass," he muttered as he stood up and shoved his shield on the metal beast's top a few times.

He turned and started at a pace. He looked down the road at those impatient soldiers waiting for him and the other member of the team, and he started his sprint the last length taking his knee to slide and pop back up near the back of the ramp. He lifted himself to his feet and his shield up as he walked forward into the APC. He stood at the door looking in before grabbing the roof of the hull and walking inside. He moved close to the far end and he got on his knee putting his shield down on his side.

"If you have sunblock, use it... and give me what's left," he said as he lifted his mask up to let air vent into the suit. He was radiating heat as he turned his head as far as he could which was not far, "being this hot makes me feel like I am in my twenties."

He let his shield go and turned around before looking up, "or if you have an extra comms unit I can ride on top."

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

Isaiah

As soon as he saw the nod he turned on his heel and started his walk. Striding quickly as he felt the deck below him along the ridges of his boots. He had pretty much everything he needed at the time, shotgun was just for formalities. He walked through the bulkhead and turned once again as he started through the maze of the ship, getting close to the sides of the hall to let the ratings pass.

Over his vox he listened to the captain, "I will be there shortly." he said as his strides grew longer, he paced himself some, mainly so he didn't burn his old body out before the fight even begun. But he began thinking some, he is the biggest target that screams 'For the Imperium' in the ship, and if he is going over to a ship full of things that hate even seeing something Imperial, he was going to have a fun fight. Maybe he could use that to his advantage.

He reached his room and opened the door. It looked almost standard for an officer's quarters if not for the boxes. Over his bed was a shotgun mounted to the wall, he walked to it and lifted it up. Taking the sling and pulling it from the barrel. The sling was moved up his arm and around his shoulder, letting the barrel sling below his right arm. He leaned down and got another sling, and a large canister of shells putting it around his neck and left arm, sliding it under the other sling so if he needed to take the shotgun off he could easier. The box of shells wouldn't interfere with movements as much as the shotgun would where it was currently hanging.

He turned back out of the hallway and headed to where he was being sent to, bending his elbow up as he took several shells from the canister, closing it behind them, and then putting one in the barrel, and the rest in the internal. Eventually, he arrived at the point and was greeted, "Oh it's nice to see you again knife ear." he stated, rolling his eyes, "But if these things are any more deadly in person then their ship is, should we not refine a plan for ourselves and ratings once we board? I have a few idea's but I don't they are beneficial to the centuries that knife ears spent learning to be sarcastic." He asked to the rest of the room.