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Warhammer 40k: The Long War (Chaos RP) (Dead, for now, please do not apply)

@Ollumhammersong I thought it might be, nae problem(s). :)

Warhammer 40k: The Long War (Chaos RP) (Dead, for now, please do not apply)

But the chatter of his allies revealed far more. It was unlikely that the Black legion would simply let him board their gunship. He would never bend the knee to their pretender king. But he had little choice other than to try.

@Ollumhammersong

Not sure how he knew this, seeing as all my comms were on a squad-wide vox channel AKA My character's squad alone, but I'll let you have it for plots sake. :)

Anyway, I'll get a post up today.

@Wraithblade6, did your guy kill one of my guys or someone else? Its a wee bit hard to tell from the post.

Walking the Trail of Stars - A 'Wild Western' Sci-fi RP

@The Mover And your character shall be called 'Doc', no matter what their given name is. :D

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Don't you mean...TiGEARS

@Paraffin

Incidentally the straight transfer of one setting to a sci-fi while changing as little as possible reminds me of Ulysses 31

@Paraffin

I see that you've got the right idea! Also, I had never actually heard of/watched that cartoon...but now I may just have to.

@BurningCold What you assume is most correct, good sir (or madam), this is not a place for low-quality posts, poor grammar/spelling or posts any shorter than at least two paragraphs; if you want to write more, then I've no problem whatsoever, but if you write less then saying more with less words is also fine.

Walking the Trail of Stars - A 'Wild Western' Sci-fi RP

@DrunkasaurusRex

Well that's helped a character idea take shape right there.

@Dogematix

I'm actually scared now as to what that may be...that being said, I am glad that it helped. :)

Walking the Trail of Stars - A 'Wild Western' Sci-fi RP

@DrunkasaurusRex Stop stalking me, dammit!

So any ideas for the general setup? Like are we going for a firefly crew right off the bat or will our characters be starting off in their separate walks of life?

@Dogematix

Plenty of ideas, actually (that will all become cleaerer if/when I get an OOC thread up); we'll each be starting off as separate entities, each with our own small craft - whether singular or as families - what happens once we leave Earth will define roles and so on.

Bear in mind that when I say 'Wild West sci-fi', I mean it I.E. although in a far away galaxy and long time ago, the setting will be as if we are in/on 1865 post-Civil War Earth. If your character is...say...Russian, for example, Alexander II will be on the throne and your character may be an animal wrangler at the Leningrad Zoo using an electro-whip and taming wild cyber-tigers for entertainment. Perhaps a a writer from Victorian England, one who uses specialised imagination-enhancers and finger-quills to help them write on their holo-tablet.

That is the sort of thing I'm thinking of - a load of history, a little imagination, and one big migration into the cosmos in what is essentially a US wagon train into space.

Walking the Trail of Stars - A 'Wild Western' Sci-fi RP

@Mach2 You're welcome, and it is good! Good enough that I'd recommend a watch.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@BCTheEntity So it is done.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@jbeil@Andreyich@BCTheEntity@Kratesis

The battle raged through dust and ashes, bodies hitting the floor and heated shell casings littering the ramp of the Aquila Lander, the sound of the Sororitas and their vocally amplified litany of faith steeling the hearts and minds of the loyalists as they fought; little could they have foreseen what was to come, a heavy 'clack' resounding from somewhere in the whirling detritus as a large calibre weapon was loaded and the closed bolt pulled back.

“Everybody scatter!” Yelled Kliment to the surrounding brides of the Emperor, at least two of them laying unmoving upon the rockcrete of the platform, “heavy stubber, taker cover.”

Oh there was a heavy stubber out there somewhere, for that was certainly what they had heard, but what came out of the irritating surroundings – amidst the scattered heat signatures, the cooling life-signs of the dead or dying, and the chattering of autoguns – was something they had not prepared for, something that blew one wing from the Lander and flung the Inquisitor through the air like a rag doll.

Missile launcher, came the unbidden thought to the downed, but still fully capable, warrior of the Master of Mankind, where are you?!

Kliment spat out blood from a bitten tongue as he rose, stretching for the bolt-pistol that lay just out of reach while his eyes scanned the encompassing area, damage done to his person was minor but his armour had certainly taken a beating, including shards of twisted metal having shredded one arm to pieces.

He was not sure how the Sisters and the mad Confessor were, the hulking shape of the Lander visible as no more than a smouldering silhouette in the air pollution around him, but knew he had to find that missile launcher before it could finish off their transport completely.

With ragged breaths he moved through the dim 'battlefield', pulling a curved dagger from his waist and holding it in a low, reverse grip. It was no ordinary dagger, but nothing ever was when it came to the Inquisition, for it was what was known as a 'Scythian Venom Talon' – an envenomed dagger capable of killing with the barest scratch.

One man went down without a sound, the blade taking him across the neck and sending him to a swift grave, the second made more noise and even put up somewhat of a struggle before the blade lacerated his stomach into shreds of so much meat and offal.

There! There was the rocket team, by the elevator shaft entranceway...now all he needed was...

Someone moved nearby, Kliment praying to the God-Emperor that it was one of his own, having ignored the larger battle taking place around him for the most part; whether it was friend or foe would matter little, and he had little time to really calculate what he was about to do, so it was that he shouted into the storm of brown particles.

“The missile launcher is there! Help me eliminate those operating it.”

There were a round eight of them, each wearing the standard flak of a Guardsman, and each toting what appeared to be a Hot-shot pattern lasgun. They wore no rank insignia or markings on their grey uniforms, nothing save for a triple-helix being gripped by a skeletal figure, but they seemed determined and professional even. Therefore they had to die.

Walking the Trail of Stars - A 'Wild Western' Sci-fi RP

@Dogematix Cool...cool,cool,cool.

Walking the Trail of Stars - A 'Wild Western' Sci-fi RP

Sign me the fuck up!

@Za Warudo

Signed up ye are, as fuck. :)