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Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

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Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Jbcool Are you going depict what happens during the 'boarding action?' From what I can tell, I'm the next in posting order, and I've not really got much to do until that happens.

@Necroes

Good point, you feel free to start us off; just choose one of the smaller Imperial vessels (it will likely be our own ship in the future), have us either landing in their bay or blasting a hole into the interior, then once we're inside you can leap out and probably do whatever psychic thing you've been dying to do.

I'm a slacking sort of GM, and like to give the players a chance to involve themselves in what could potentially be RP-changing events, which I'd say the selection of ship does count as.

I would suggest an escort-class Imperial Navy vessel, but it's up to you.

'Misthophoroi' - A Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

@JbcoolIs the Valnaur Empire a human faction? Can I get a few details about the previous war? Anything on your mind, I suppose. Also, I was thinking of making my Quartermaster from humble origins, but grows up to be a gruff gunslinger, turned lawman, who fought for his planet in the war. It destroyed his planet, so he became a merc and weapon expert.

@POOHEAD189

The Valnaur themselves are actually not Human, but because of the size of their Empire - especially on the Eastern fringe/border - they do encompass former Human colonies, as well as a large number of differing races/species/places the further West you travel. The Empire is vast and currently isolationist, well maintained and, in spite of the propaganda, housing many honourable and 'good' peoples; as such there are varying levels of technology and the like. Beyond the Empires Westernmost borders are actually further and little-known species and territories, their realms kept pretty closed due to a lack of gateways into their space, the rest blocked off by spacial disturbances along a linear formation (like a range of big 'space mountains' basically).

I'll get to writing a bit about the previous war today, and I'll post it up by tonight.

As for the character idea, why would a gunslinger-turned-lawman then decide to count supplies for a living? Did he have former training in that arena growing up? How is a Quartermaster now a weapons expert? I suppose it would make sense, in a way, for him to befamiliar with different weapons - do you mean he knows them, or he's proficient in their use?

Lastly...why the destroyed planet? I'm not against it, but is there any reason why his planet would be destroyed? Did they piss the Valnaur off a great deal or something?

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

@Andreyich@BCTheEntity@Kratesis@jbeil

Colonel Van Der Schartz of the Athega Tertius Planetary Defence Force could not stop sweating, and it was not as if the NCO barracks in which he stood were even any hotter than the usual room temperature. No, this was a clinging, clawing, sweat bought about by something sinister...something unnatural. Not only that, but his head throbbed beneath the slowly regrowing patch of dark hair at the back of his cranium, the miracle of suicidal engineering packed into the tissue of his mind a small sacrifice for the duty and service he was performing for the Imperium.

“How long has it been?” He rasped, his usually calm voice tinged with an edge of worry rather uncharacteristic of the veteran soldier, “they should have reported in by now.”

Vox-Operator De'Shard , another more minor member of the Immortality Order, gave a small shrug of his heavy-set shoulders and shook his head, “it is...unusual for them to be this late, but the operation was a hard one. They were sent to kill an Inquisitor, sir. That is no easy task, even for fully armed and trained soldiers.”

“Dammit De'Shard! They are not fully trained soldiers though,” snapped the Colonel, “blast it all, they are not even members of the regular Guard.”

“They know their duty, sir,” came the operators stoic reply, “they will complete their task or die in the attempt.”

Out of the window he could see several other buildings of varying shape and size within the walled compound, all making up the PDFs headquarters base in the hive; an armoury, a vehicle pool, various barrack buildings housing dozens of eager fighting men and women, and the actual HQ building itself. Grey-uniformed figures moved in unison, their officers shouting drill orders, and – in spite of their status when compared to the planets actual Guard regiments – he was like a proud father to these serving men and women, and they his children.

Ever since being visited by the nameless stranger he had known what he had to do, and thus far had managed to convert nearly half of those under his command to their cause. The other half remained ignorant fools, blinded by false Gods and with blinkers over their eyes. Not for long though, not for long.

“Sir!” Barked the operator, his usually calm demeanour broken for a moment, like a stone spilling water from a still pond, “report just in from the forward observation posts along the main highway...”

“Spit it out.”

“It seems that our friend is coming this way.”

“Well, frak.”

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Scenes of industry flew past on either side of the cabin in which Kliment now sat, his eye whirring forward and back as he refocused his gaze this way and that, the six-wheeled van being a perfect civilian transport for himself and a demi-squad of Sororitas; it was without protective armour, white in colour, but bulky and with the entire rear area commonly used for shifting goods from one place to another – in this case it was human in nature.

The shocked look on the face of the quivering driver nearly forced the Inquisitor to crack a smile, nearly, the way the man had knelt in the middle of the road as one of the more tech-savvy Sisters had clambered into his vehicle reminded him of just how little the average citizen of the Imperium actually knew, how little even these Sororitas truly knew of the wider history of their species. Whatever mirth he may have momentarily found quickly dissipated with those thoughts, his eyes returning to the sludge-grey manufactorums and hab-units of rockcrete and steel as they passed by.

It took almost two hours to reach what could be called the outskirts of the PDF HQ compound, close enough away to observe the thick walls and gatehouse of the place, but far enough away to hopefully not be noticed and identified. The engine of the machine remained idling, should they need to make a quick getaway he did not wish to be sat about waiting for this backward technology to right itself.

“Well,” he began, turning to look at the seven or so Sororitas half-squatting half-seated behind his own seat, “it seems we have further choices to make – all obstructed by four high and strong walls, topped by patrolling soldiers and at least six towers.” He paused to look over them, knowing that each would die if commanded to, but he didn't want that, “we need to gain entry, and I have considered simply walking through the front gate. There is no way they could argue with my authority. And yet, I do not believe that that would be such a fine idea. Is there anything that my escort would suggest? After all, what we do next could see us all going home as heroes, or each laying dead in the dirt.”

OOC

The van is simply a white transit van because...why not?! :D

I'll respond to Horacio et al as soon as you post up, but, dpeneding on what happens next, we may even need you before you can do much anyway.

'Misthophoroi' - A Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

Well here is what I have so far. Still needs work but I thought I'd get it up sooner rather than later.
@Jbcool

Sinval Drossili

It has been several years since the end of the Valnaur conflict that left the vast majority of the known systems of the galaxy in tatters. Though the Empire itself has turned inwards and isolationist the long sought after peace feels somewhat hollow and empty to most.

In the void left by the now decimated forces of the Valnauri and Confederated systems there have risen a great many mercenary groups and factions that now thrive. Initially these groups were created and swelled by large numbers of defectors from all sides of the conflict as it drew to a close, further augmented by those with a desire for wealth or a lust for battle. It seems the denizens of the stars have traded one evil for another as the issue continues to grow and both experienced and inexperienced warriors of all kinds flock together and fight for anyone with the wealth or desire for conquest they choose.

One such man has found his place in this new world, having himself ‘defected’ from those he once called master. Sinval Drossili was born on a distant world known as Tolok Mathiti – a colony belonging to the Galenti worlds, a vassal system itself unto one of the leading members of the confederated alliance.
Unfortunately for him the world of Tolok Mathiti was not a pleasant one. Between the blisteringly hot days and the freezing cold nights there was also the vast array of hideously deadly creatures that called the planet home. If that were not bad enough, the ‘society’ on the remote colony comprised of what could easily have been called a very advanced heavily bureaucratic caste-slavery system, one to which Sinval was born towards bottom of. A child labourer as soon as he was deemed old enough to work, he was ‘conscripted’ as child soldier before he hit the years of puberty (unfortunately the Galenti worlds have always suffered from heavy civil unrest as well as a sizable piracy problems), young life was far from what most would call pleasant for the young man.

His life comprised of rigorous drilling and training, brutal conflicts and simply trying to survive the many obstacles that presented themselves. He became hard and strong as was demanded of him, and through that and a great deal of fortune he found himself surviving to the earliest stages of adulthood before everything changed. The conflict against the Valnaur Empire was growing dire at this stage, and though considered primitive in terms of technology compared to the other confederated systems the Galenti worlds were drawn heavily into the raging war as losses mounted. The colony of Tolok Mathiti was completely abandoned, it’s ‘citizens’ being either conscripted or relocated as their entire way of life was torn asunder. Sinval and the rest of the troops he had fought with were incorporated into a much larger Galenti force that was then sent to be ‘modernized’ and re-trained as quickly as possible. He was sent to the very core systems of the confederation, to a highly militarised system for only one week of training before they were then sent into the heart of the conflict.

Suffice to say the war was not pleasant and the Galentiese forces took heavy casualties. Sinval however somehow survived before being incorporated into a different force altogether. After several years more of fighting, it seemed his fortune had expired as he was hit by part of a flechette charge – though he survived any fatal effects he was severely wounded and unable to continue the fight without major treatment. Once more sent back towards the core-worlds he was given the most state of the art care available (a gesture towards one of the few surviving Galenti soldiers – the Galenti worlds had since been decimated and ravished by the Valnauri forces) he slowly recovered.

By this point in his life Sinval Drossili was an extremely different man from the one that had left Tolok Mathiti. He had seen worlds and cities beyond his imagining, sights and places he could not have dreamed of. He had lived with people from countless places more, many of them he would have considered friends before they had died one way or another at least. He once had practically no education, now he spoke several languages and knew many customs, though he still lacked any formal teaching he had become a man of the stars in more ways than one. He was now an experienced soldier who had served extensively as what was affectionately known as the confederate meat grinder as an infantryman and survived. He had scouted and fought in terrain of all kinds, and though the conditions of his ‘servitude’ had improved somewhat throughout the course of his life he still felt like he was a slave. Once he had recovered he took his opportunity and fled, using what little ‘pay’ he accumulated from his time under the confederate forces to smuggle his way on a freighter as far away as he could afford.

His life since then and the end of the war has unfortunately not been quite as different as he would have hoped. With any real work in short supply and after a few short stints under several rather backbreaking and mediocre work he quickly found his way into mercenary work – after all, what else could he really do. He spent what little resources he had left to purchase more modern weaponry and donned his now somewhat dated protective Ferbosium-weave combat suit and set out.

He worked for several months under the “Siros Legion”, a group that was primarily composed of other confederate deserters – but soon that felt too much like ‘old times’ and so he moved on – though at least now he had enough wealth to get himself to the planet of Taenarum. A hub for mercenaries of all sorts Sinval is taking a small opportunity to enjoy some rest and relaxation, or at least he would do if his finances were not already beginning to expire.

In terms of his equipment Sinval owns two personal firearms – the first his old Galentiese sidearm, a kinetic pistol loaded with Draxentine hollow-point rounds. Though considered very ‘low-tech’ as far as weaponry goes it has saved his life countless times and he is loath to part with it.

He also now owns a much more ‘modern’ Tangenti heavy calibre pulse rifle. This heavy duty firearm has fantastic mid-long range performance and is capable of inflicting much destruction upon both personal and more lightly armoured targets. The only downside would be the relative expense and rarity of Tangenti pulse rounds – though on the planet of Taenarum this is far from an issue it may cause logistical issues in more remote systems.

He also still owns his service blade, issued to him on his homeworld of Tolok Mathiti the reliable blade is still as sharp and strong as the day it was forged. The mid-sized blade is generally practical and lightweight – it is constructed from a steel-durat alloy which is incredibly hardy and light. Savagely sharp this blade can deal with all but the most armoured of infantry personnel.

Though a man of only twenty-seven he has seen as much combat as any grizzled veteran is expected too – from brutal low tech warfare up to the most cutting edge ways to annihilate your enemy Sinval has likely witnessed it. His deep green eyes are offset by the dark rings and somewhat haggard appearance that come with being a killer who is disheartened, apathetic and becoming somewhat adverse to unnecessary death. Despite this on a daily basis he puts up quite an appropriate front, is straight to the point and follows orders to the letter. A trained and experienced solider he knows exactly how to war.

@Tsar Gatto

Looking good, Gatto, looking very good; I'll try to get more details in for the confederated city-planets as we go, as well as answering the questions you asked. Generally you answered your own questions, so not too bad I.E. There is no real standard currency, bartering is the usual 'currency', although the Valnaur do have a currecny that is quite widely circulated (they are the biggest after all).

The time-span would be relative to the Greco-Persian and Peloponnesian War, so a space of roughly 49 years between end and beginning. There would be veterans from the last big war still alive, and indeed it would be the main reason why there are now so many mercenaries floating about the place looking for work after the peace agreement.

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Imperial Guard (Penal) RP

@Jbcool Question, can you play as a penal legion cavalry man? I'm writing up a fan-made IG regiment of horse raised from a feudal world turned prison world which has an insane number of horses/mounts on it. If not, I'll just write in that the guy lost/ate/killed his horse or something.

@ClocktowerEchos

Alas, no; feel free to make him a former cavalry soldier, but for this one I'm keeping it footslogger-centric.

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Thank God.

I won't be surprised if you've finally had enough of me, @Jbcool, but I've got a good feeling about the rules you've laid out for this one. I don't expect to have the same grievances I did last time we tried a Guard RP.

Also, I'll make things easier on you and make a lowly Guardsman without rank or special status who can easily be dismissed.

Deal?

@Hank

Deal, and I generally don't mind disappearing acts...but when someone does it more than me, especially with some awesome RPs, it does irk me somewhat. Nevertheless, I know your quality, so you're always welcome.

@Keksalot@Instigator@Drunken Conquistador@Eisenhorn@GrimmReconz

So, thank you all for your interest thus far, I'll get to writing the OOC thread and have it up tomorrow.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Killed the rp? Nah, where we are going, death would be preferable.

@Klomster

Where would that be?

... Um, well shit I killed the rp.

@Wraithblade6

Did you?

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

@jbeil@BCTheEntity@Kratesis@Andreyich

Righto, I'll get a post up tomorrow...bout effin' time.

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Imperial Guard (Penal) RP

Interested. Would a former Inquisitorial Stormtrooper sentenced to service in a Penal Legion for black-market dealing and embezzlement be accepted?

@Ulstermann

Sounds good, just wondering...why Inquisitorial? Why not just a standard Stormtrooper? If anything, an Inquisitorial ST would come from a Penal Legion. Could you explain that to me?

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Imperial Guard (Penal) RP

Would love to roll in as a prize-winning underhive gladiator thrice-blessed for death but still denied it by Emperor's will - even when he went completely bonkers on frenzon and slaughtered dozens of men and arbites in a bloody rage he didn't manage to die under fire and was arrested, judged and sent over to penal troops so that he could really put his life on the line for the God and the Imperium. Complete with a huge chainsaw instead of one arm.

@Keksalot

No qualms about a frenzon-taking gladiator, but there is no way he would be sent to a Penal World or 'enlisted' into a Penal Legion; he would either simply be executed for his crimes, especially murdering dozens of Arbites and civilians, or kept fighting until he was eventually taken out. His having a chainsaw for an arm would also disqualify him, as he'd be damaged goods, incapable of holding a weapon and useless in what is essentially an irregular Guard formation.

These (warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Last_Chan…) are of course the most well known Penal Legion, and taking a look at the characters included can give anyone a bit more of an idea of what sort of individuals (or tropes/archtypes) would be expected.