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It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@Jbcool

Isn't carapace simply paper against Xeno weaponry? XD

@NecroKnight

No, flak is simply paper, carapace armour is like...reinforced cardboard.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@Hank As with many things Commissar, you're pretty much exempt.

@Andreyich As the squads heavy weapon trooper you can pretty much be a tank, but having just one guy running about covered in carapace armour with an autogun...you can see how that might throw things off balance, yes?

For everyone; if you do want to request equipment from 'le store' then you can, I'll probably roll for it and we'll see...

A list can be found here.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@NecroKnight Too soon...d-bag.

@Dannyrulx Don't encourage him!

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@Bright_Ops@agentmanatee@Dannyrulx@NecroKnight@Andreyich@Lmpwrkr@Rultaos@mackielars@Hank@The Lioness

Time: 5 AM Location: Adeptus Ministorum HQ, Vernum Primus Weather and Temperature: Clear white skies, -8 degrees Faranheit/-22 Celsius.

I am a scribe, a clerk, and I am meant to be at my desk! raged Terebravisse inwardly and in verbal silence, I'm no Ordnance-tech or Regimental Aide.

The harsh Vernum weather chilled his exposed flesh, the joint between his quilled fingers and the still-organic flesh there taking on a rather unwanted ache as he clutched his writing slate to his chest, his bionic eyes whirring quietly as he moved his head momentarily to look over the ranks of assembled soldiers and war machines to his right; nearly three-thousand men, including Abhumans and recent conscripts, made up the ranks of the freshly minted 87th Combined Regiment - no actions or glories yet taken that would provide them with one of the monikers so commonly taken by other more veteran regiments, in spite of the many veterans of decimated formations who even now stood to attention on the frosty rockrete parade ground beside him.

Ahead of him walked the Command Platoon of their commanding officer, Colonel Hamid Nizar - formerly of the Tallarn 78th Desert Raiders - a man who exemplified his planet in both mind and body, his copper flesh standing out in stark contrast to the recently presented uniform of black and white camouflage he now wore, and his deep brown eyes focusing on the podium that had only recently been erected before the soldiers. Unlike that of the Lord-Militant it was a simple wooden platform, although holo-screens had been dispersed throughout the ranks, that the men and women may see him as he spoke.

Terebravisse continued to look gloomy, even surrounded all around by his fellow servants of the various arms of the Ministorum, his ears blocking out the continual droning of the brazier-waving priest striding forward before their snaking column. Other members of the Ecclesiarchy would be doing the same duties amidst the ranks of the Guard, saying prayers and reciting verse, but Terebravisse had no time for such things outside of his chamber. His own way of worshipping the God-Emperor was to make sure everything within his holy Militarum was correct, not to kneel on some stone floor or yell praise into the abyss.

Even as these thoughts occured to him the Colonel was mounting the podium, his command platoon - the Regimental Commissar, the standard bearer yet without a standard, and a hand picked group of aides and soldiers - surrounding the lower section of the wooden construct, forming a cordon and keeping watch for any signs of trouble.

Peering down his hawkish nose, his features very much like that of a bird-of-prey, the Colonel ran a gloved hand through his greying black hair and cleared his throat to speak, but not before taking a moment to survey those before him.

Before this 'inspection' each and every soldier had been issued with a number of specific items, firstly their freshly produced uniforms - standard-issue flak vest, helmet, boots and cloth based on the Cadian style of armour, sporting a black and white camo scheme due to their 'founding' on the Hive world of Vernum, an urban enviroment - with many of the soldiers before him already looking toward him with the violet eyes of that great fortress-world; in fact this was the very reason for the choice of uniform, the solid core of his regiment being Cadian through and through.

Secondly came the process which many had complained about, but could really do nothing about, and that was being re-issued with standard issue equipment; this meant standard-bearers stripped of their former flags, sometime to be replaced by those of this newly created formation, it meant non-issue weapons taken from those that were carrying them, and it meant that such items were taken and locked up in the regimental stores.

It should be noted that the Abhumans remained outside of this structure, being counted as auxiliary formations, to be dispersed and shared among the rest of the regiment if and when they were needed.

His eyes fell for a moment on the only part of the regiment he had not yet inspected personally, that of D Company under the command of a Captain Johanna Weiss, noting the Beastmen and cat-eared members of their ranks with a slight grimace, before he turned with a smile to look directly at the holo-projector relay set up in a servo-skull hovering before him.

"Brave warriors of the Imperium, you have done all that the honour of war requires, but there are still more enemies to drive from the domains of Man," his face took on the stern expression of one that knew these enemies well, "you may hail from different worlds, may fighting in differing styles, may speak another language, but from this point on you are all of the Emperor's Imperial Guard. You will fight and die for your brothers and sisters, beside them, as part of the 87th Combined - at least until we win a victory worthy of some other name." His cool gaze could be felt even through the holo-screens, his calm but grave demeanour clear as he raised his voice to a crescendo, "you fight as one, you die as one, for Vernum was but the beginning of it; fight hard enough and you may one day be granted the right of settlement, perhaps even the right of a trophy world."
Pointing his hand up into the sky, he turned his head toward the crisp mornings gaze and let out a short sigh, "tomorrow we board our transports and begin the cycle of service anew, as a regiment dedicated to the Emperor anew, so check your gear and fill your bellies, for there is no telling when you may get either fresh uniforms or fresh food again." With a gesture from his hand the standard-bearer below the podium, who until this point had carried a furled and covered flag, pulled off the cover to reveal a flag bearing the symbol of an Ork skull impaled upon a Cadian combat knife, the word 'Vernum' visible on the top left of the red background...the rest just waiting to be filled.

"Do not fail me, do not fail his Holiness on Terra, if you should find problems then report them to your officers and servants of the Commissariet. Above all remember this, the Emperor protects."

Once that well-used phrase had been echoed by every man, woman and Abhuman present, the Colonel left the podium and boarded one of nearly three dozen chimera transports - each one patterned in the same black, white and blue scheme as the infantry - the vehicle heading toward the landing site, not three miles away, where tomorrow they would embark for future conflicts in yet another warzone.

With loud yells and cries each company was dismissed, to do as they would for the time being, turned out back to their billet areas and the recommendation of preparing themselves not seeming like a bad idea at all.

PLEASE READ!

Okay, so phase two commences!

As stated, everyone had been re-issued with a new uniform, as well as the standard issue equipment given to every Guardsman and woman - so a las-gun, Uplifting Primer, flak armour etc - you can also take more 'personal' items such as cooking equipment etc at your discretion. Of course those with specialist equipment, heavy weapons etc, will just have fresh ones. Anyone with non-issue equipment (such as Commissar's bolt pistols...) will have had it taken off of them, replaced with the las equivalent, and have it locked up in storage. For now.

Apart from that, feel free to 'let loose' some more (probably best not to get drunk etc though) in a more orderly manner, because the next 'event post' will be taking us up and off the planet.

Any questions, ask me via PM or in the OOC.

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

"I have it on good authority," rumbled a voice almost as deep as that of the Dwarf, "that the ale here is at least agreeable to the Dwarven pallet. As for the food, well..."

Eōrwīga gave the Dwarf and the young lady a knowing wink and a wide smile, his face lighting up as he dragged a seat over and perched himself in the group of recently assembled adventurers, his expression changing to one of mild concern as he spoke again, "I hope you do not resent my presence here?" He asked of those about the table, clicking his fingers as he flung out his hand to each of them, "Eōrwīga, foremost smith of the King - I hereby formerly welcome you to Rohan, and what little stay you are going to have here." After clasping three or four forearms he gestured to a rather buxom lady, as blonde haired and blue eyed as many of the patrons found in the tavern, and ordered an extra flagon for all his newfound companions, regardless of whether they wanted one or not.

"So," he half-belched after a long draught of his rather fine ale, Aldburg brewing the best to be found within the borders of the only recently founded kingdom, "are we all prepared for what is to come? Brave warriors all!" His eyes fell mischievously on Cutleaf and Eolan in particular, lingering on each, before he nuzzled once more into his flagon.

@BCTheEntity@Vor@Sigurd@POOHEAD189@DrunkasaurusRex

Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure [MATURE] (Open for business, apply within.)

@Quinntessential@DrunkasaurusRex@BCTheEntity@Hank@TemplarKnight07

I am so sorry to have taken so long to reply to this, especially since I am loving it thus far, but work and writers block have really hit me hard; I am here now though, and if you are here and willing to carry on then so am I.

Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure [MATURE] (Open for business, apply within.)

@Quinntessential@DrunkasaurusRex@BCTheEntity@Hank@TemplarKnight07

Sudden jerking spasms from the limbs of the towering figure before them caused the Krieger, who until this moment had made no move to explain himself or to even speak, to instinctively take a step back and reach for his las-gun. Although he did take the step back, he managed to stop himself from bringing a weapon to bear on their 'host', even as the robed Captain of the vessel began to gargle from behind the grille that had replaced his mouth - a horrible choking sound that sounded as if he were about to be sick; it took Phant more than a minute to realise that the movements and sounds wracking the spider-legged being was not some sudden fit, but the way he expressed extreme amusement...he was laughing at them?!

"Apollyon Kaicero," Nico managed to hack up the name as he tried to stop laughing, "yes, I have heard of you."

With a little reluctance, a lot of effort, and a series of clicks from the mouthpiece implanted into his face, the Merchant-Captain gave each of them a long and thorough stare. They all appeared to be telling the truth, perfectly honest in their responses - even the barbaric Kroot and the unhinged mutant - and he was undoubtedly a good judge of people and their truths or lies.

Perhaps they did have such a list, and perhaps they could be useful...

"You will hand the list to Servitor 835 here," came the words at a volume that could only have been unnaturally amplified, a servitor moving with uncharacteristic stealth to where the group stood and extending the clacking hook-like appendages where its hands had once been. Waiting just long enough for any exchange to be made, he turned his back on them with a clicking of metal legs against a metal floor, moving away at a brisk walking pace and gesturing them further into the vessel, "follow me and keep up, this is a large ship and one can find themselves easily lost."

---

The Pride was certainly not a luxury liner, it was large, cold and those that crewed it were either brain dead servitors or equally cold members of the crew, the Captain however was leading them deeper into the ship and to a series of chambers usually reserved for dignitaries, fellow traders, or those that were not part of the ships delicate internal workings.

There were a number of chambers, each identical in their sparsity - containing a simple bed, a storage unit for clothing and a footlocker for weapons, a wash basin and toilet, and a small cogitator unit for access to the outside world. Upon the door of each chamber was hastily scratched the names of one of the mercenary survivors, that of the Lexmechanic seemingly added to one room as an afterthought. All rooms were located around a central square 'rec-room', a Regicide board neatly set up, more comfortable seating than that found inside the rooms (these primarily made for storage and sleeping), as well as food, drink and a larger cog-unit for more detailed information if one should wish it...detailed enough to access the black net, if one had the thought to.

"Feel free to make use of these rooms, but do not go wandering the ship; I shall return after I have looked into your recovered data and contacted the Conglomerate."

A hiss and wheeze was all that accompanied the Captain out, the door shutting with a clang behind him.

Suffer Not The Heretic: An Inquisitional [40K] RP [Mature]

@Dannyrulx Was possibly looking at a daemonhost, is your Inquisitor radical enough for that at all?

40K: Warlords

@Flagg Dude, that was some Dan Abnett type writing! Nice.

Now a question; how would you feel about a Daemonic army? And, if allowed, what would we be looking at in terms of numbers etc?

If not allowed...well...Not allowed.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

Here. I'll start on a post right away.

@Dannyrulx

Please, either post today or do not post at all, the choice is yours - I intend to get my own post up tomorrow, ye see.