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Warhammer 40k: A New Breed - Primaris Astartes RP [Open for Recruits]

@Andreyich I would rather you'd asked about a Chaplain, but I'll allow it - I do like his odd lack of actual faith.

Warhammer 40k: A New Breed - Primaris Astartes RP [Open for Recruits]

@Banzai Tracers Short answer is that homebrew is not allowed, no.

@Ollumhammersong@Andreyich

I'll allow either bolter.

We're just former Sons, and I should probably make this more clear, but have likely been with any assigned Chapters for littke time before DW duty...that being said, some may have gone directly to the DW immediately after the Sons were split.

In short, as Ollum rightly said, any experience in another Chapter would be odd and likely feel as such.

That is partially the point of this RP, otherwise I could have just made a standard DW team.

@NecroKnight, probably best to take note of that.

PS

In short, we're not 'just' after the split from the Sons, but there won't have been masses of time for each Astartes to become acclimated.

Warhammer 40k: A New Breed - Primaris Astartes RP [Open for Recruits]

@NecroKnight@Ollumhammersong

As an addendum, those 'Rubicon Primaris' (minimarines turned into Primaris), go through a process even worse than their original transformation - and even more likely to kill them. Marneus Calgar appears to be the first successful case, or at least the most well known.

@Andreyich

Sounds perfect, and yes you may post.

Warhammer 40k: A New Breed - Primaris Astartes RP [Open for Recruits]

@Jbcool

Hmm. Can I have been assigned to the Salamanders, then turned over to DW, after having learned their ways?

@NecroKnight

Sure, go for it.

Warhammer 40k: A New Breed - Primaris Astartes RP [Open for Recruits]

@Jbcool Son of Dorn assigned to BT now moseying over to Deathwatch sound fine?

@Andreyich

Aye, although he'd likely not of been with the BT for long, but that's fine.

Warhammer 40k: A New Breed - Primaris Astartes RP [Open for Recruits]

@Ollumhammersong@Andreyich@Oak7ree@Katthaj@NecroKnight@LeeRoy

“I do not like it,” came the bass-tone words of the first gigantic figure, coming from the one half of his mouth that actually moved, just one of the pair of veterans currently stalking the halls of Watch Station Nemesianus.

“You like very little, Brother-Chaplain, or so I have discovered after so many centuries of serving alongside you.”

“Brother-Captain Acacius,” snorted the ruin-faced Astartes, “only you could walk away from such a remark with your life – you know precisely what I mean.”

“I understand perfectly.”

This second warrior-giant was the perfect vision of humanity, if spread a little too broadly across a transhuman skull, his curling blonde locks matched by a face that could have been chiselled from marble – a face that had become commonplace to see across the galaxy over the last half-millennia or so.

In a brief flicker of one of the wall brackets was illuminated a white 'U' set upon a blue background, the bearer a proud son of the returned Lord Protector and Regent of Terra; the other could be identified by the wise as a son of stalwart Dorn, if they knew what to look for.

“You share the same fears as myself, Teliomedes – you fear that these 'Primaris', the work of my great father and Archmagos Cawl, possibly agreeing with many in our organisation that they are inexperienced warriors...abominations even.”

“I made so such claim!” Snapped the Chaplain sharply, his brow furrowing in annoyance, “it is not my place to criticise the Lord Protector and his works.”

“Calm yourself, I was simply voicing commonly held concerns,” one gauntlet moved up to place itself on Teliomedes' shoulder plate, a sigh coming from between overly large but otherwise perfect lips, “there are to be few of them, all taken from the Unnumbered Sons – a force that has already seen action with the Primarch – and I believe they shall prove themselves in time.”

“Let us hope so, brother.”

“So, shall we introduce ourselves?”

The door to the stations hangar loomed ahead, heavyset servitors moving to open them ahead of the pair, revealing the hangar beyond.

Warhammer 40k: A New Breed - Primaris Astartes RP [Open for Recruits]

Warhammer 40k: A New Breed

@Ollumhammersong@Andreyich@Oak7ree@Katthaj@NecroKnight@LeeRoy

When he learned of the Deathwatch, Roboute Guilliman immediately recognised their importance. He also saw how thinly stretched the resources of the Deathwatch were. In some places, the Great Rift had cut watch fortresses off from any support. In others, furious warp storms drove desperate xenos migrations before them, leaving the Deathwatch embattled against waves of displaced enemies that had nothing left to lose.

Foreseeing that Humanity’s shield would soon be sundered without aid, Guilliman issued the Ultimaris Decree.

This order bound every newly founded Primaris Space Marine Chapter to the tithe of the Deathwatch in perpetuity. It also seconded several Chapters’ worth of the newly awakened Primaris battle-brothers and deployed them – along with all their supporting materiel – directly to the watch fortresses scattered across the Imperium. So desperate was the hour that nearly every Watch Master accepted these untested new recruits without question. Soon enough the Primaris Marines’ might was proven, and put to good use.

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Greetings and welcome!

I'm going to make this as short and sweet as I can, so here goes.

We are taking the role of a few Unnumbered Sons - Primaris marines who fought with Guilliman in mixed-Chapter squads, before they were broken up and assigned to new permanent Chapters - that have been assigned to the Deathwatch and the vigil therein. I'm happy for your Astartes to be as experienced as it is possible for a Primaris to be thus far in the lore, or for them to be fresh out the wrapping from Mars, as well as anywhere in between. Any loyalist Legion is also fine as a progenitor, you can even have them assigned to a successor Chapter and then assigned to the DW if you so wish.

We shall also be taking the structure of what is called a Fortis Kill Team, essentially meaning that - should you wish to - you can take a different role from that of an Intercessor, although I'd prefer a majority of them; so could be three Intercessors and then two Aggressors and then a Reiver etc...you get the picture.

Two last things.

I'll not be asking for Character Sheets, so it'll be up to your writing to tell everyone everything they need to know.

Lastly, if you wish to hold a special position - Techmarine, Apothecary and so on - then please ask me first.

Apart from that, you've just arrived at Watch Station Nemesianus (or been there for a few hours), probably by a small craft, the entire structure being a small space-borne outpost in the Segmentum Solar orbiting a dead planet. Converse, check weapons, think of your characters past etc.

After an initial round of posts we'll get this show on the road.

P.S.

If anyone wants colour-specific text or anything, just tell me (and everyone else) in the thread.

The Emperor protects.

Warhammer 40k: Platoon (Back to Basics) - An Only War/ Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED!]

@Euphonium

Just to say we're still here...didn't realise you'd changed your name.

Warhammer 40k: Platoon (Back to Basics) - An Only War/ Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED!]

@DeadDrop@Euphonium@FrostedCaramel@Oak7ree@Drunken Conquistador@CaptainBritton@tech@Katthaj

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Dugatov City Outskirts - 0615 HRS

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The Sergeant allowed a coolness to wash over him, or as cool as one could be when faced with ones possible demise, a standard battle-practice of his people and one that had saved more than a few of them in times gone by. At the same time he quietly surveyed the battlefield, filtering out the percussive booms and recoils of the nearby Imperial armour, bringing to the fore all that he could remember about the 'Crons from both his own experience and from what he had been told by others.

"Killburn! Smith!" He bellowed through the continuing downpour, opening a micro-comm bead to their helmets just to be sure, "get that auto-cannon to the front and right of the squad. Open up as soon as you're done." His almond eyes did not need to look at them to know that his order would be followed to the letter - this squad was green, but even basic training would have instilled in them a sense of on-the-minute timing.

One hand went up to his helmet and was followed shortly by a quick nod to himself, his comm-bead opening to the entire squad as the whole Imperial formation shifted around them.

"Two lines, kneel and stand. Present your arms and get a good line on those bucket-heads."

All this time the Necrons had not stopped moving - and there would be little time for more than one or two volleys - so the line moved swiftly, causing the Sergeants chest to swell with pride, before all was ready and the call to begin firing went up.

"First rank...fire!"

"Rear rank...fire!"

"First rank...fire!"

"Rear rank...fire!"

It was a battle order as old as time itself, heard on a billion billion fields of war across the Milky Way, beams of focused energy leaping forth to sheer through skeletal limbs and puncture glowing green eye-sockets with equal impunity; the barrage lasted for several minutes, bringing down far fewer of the enemy than Bashil would have liked truth be told.

"Enough."

The fire sizzled down to nothing and now a new order was given, one that would decide the fate of this battle.

Already tendrils of green Gauss were wrapping themselves about screaming Guardsmen, flaying their very atoms apart and leaving nearly aught behind, Bashil drawing his curved knife from its sheath with a cry.

"Affix, bayonets!"

This would be a do-or-die charge, spearheaded by battle tanks and the Guards armoured might, out here on the plains the Fourth Squad (and the Vosmarth Regulars would either prove themselves or perish.

Warhammer 40k: A New Breed - Primaris Astartes RP

Right...guess I'll get an OOC up.