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6 yrs ago
I am still on RPG, so do feel free to message me. Just don't have the time or energy to actually join any RP's right now. Focusing on a LOT of other projects, including getting into Audio Drama.
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7 yrs ago
Computer is back, yay. I can post again :)
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7 yrs ago
Computer is getting some much needed maintenance. Will be slow posting for the next week or 2.
8 yrs ago
Sorry for disappearing for 2 months. Life kinda went to shit and RPG was pushed to the back of my mind.
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9 yrs ago
Computer is broke AGAIN. Dog jumped on me when I had a glass of water in my hand, but some of it leaked in. Posts are going to be slow for the next week.
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Not trying to seem like I'm forcing your character in @mattmanganon. I'm simply guessing she's coming in at that time. I can change the post if I've stepped out of place.

That said, if anyone notices something that seems out of place or incorrect, please let me know.


Sorry, but I've actually been writing my opening since the IC was first put up and didn't notice you had put anything. I decided that it would make the most sense to say that only @caliban22's character knew, since he is the captain. Since hers is a mission about trying to make sure that the Black Legion do not discover a secret of the Ordo Hereticus. Having an Inquisitor there in broad daylight would only raise question as to why the Ordo Hereticus have taken any interest in a mission that the Adeptus Astartes is in command of.
Marian and Yoheva slowly made their way up the long steps to the Cathedral. They wore no markings that would indicate their intent. Yoheva was dressed in a suit of Power Armour with the Adeptus Arbites logo on it, whilst Marian was dressed in an outfit befitting that of a Commissar. "It is a glorious testament to the Emperor's Will, is it not, ma'am?" asked Yoheva.

"Indeed. It is but another reason for us to despise Chaos in all of it's forms. Nothing else would be so heinous as to destroy a work of pure goodness." she replied. As they reached the top of the steps, a Lamentors Space Marine approached them.

"Identify yourselves." he ordered. Yoheva did not move, but Marian approached him.

"Lord Space Marine." she began "I am here on business of the utmost importance from the Officio Perfectus, I must speak with your commander at once." she reached into her coats inner pocket and retrieved a letter, wax-sealed with the Officio Perfectus logo pressed into it, handing it to the Superhuman soldier. He opened it and read it through several times, before looking at her.

"Very well, Lord Commissar." he replied, handing her back the letter and stepping aside. As they entered, they both stepped to one side to a row of candles. They each lit one, before getting down on one knee and uttering a short prayer that the Emperor grant them eternal strength and the will to carry out their mission. Marian held the letter over the naked flame and dropped it onto the floor, allowing it to burn to ash. She then got up off her knee and walked through the building to where the Space Marine commanders were gathering in preparation for the coming of the Black Legion. She approached and stepped up to the Space Marine Captain. "Captain, I am glad to see that you are in fine health. I have a letter to inform you that I am taking command of the Auxilliary Guard." she said to him, handing him a letter. It too had the Officio Perfectus seal on the front, but inside told a different story.

Commander at Hive City Acane

FOR YOUR EYES ONLY! BURN AFTER READING!

The courier of this letter is a Lord Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus, performing a mission of the utmost importance to the Imperium. However, this mission is also non-existant. None of your men are to know their true identity. You are to cooperate fully with them and inform your men that the courier is Lord Commissar Marian Prall, sent by the Officio Perfectus to ensure the loyalty of the Conscripted guard that defend the city with you. If Chaos forces were to learn of their true identity, then countless lives could be put at risk.



signed:
High Lord Inquisitor Fyodor Karamazov "Pyrophant Judge of Salem Proctor"
Contents of the Letter


"I trust that there are no problems." she said, staring him directly in the eye with her usual penetrating gaze that had reduced many war-hardened veterans to blubbering wrecks.
Ah its okay, if you wanted to be a inqusitor, why didn't you vote for it though? @mattmanganon


I did, I picked the option that let all of the races be in on it. I assumed that meant the Inquisition as well.
I realize that this is probably going to be a no, but would me playing an Inquisitor be out of the question?
Alright, i'm gonna drop out then... I hate saying that, because it makes me sound like i'm going "WE'RE GOING TO PLAY MY GAME OR I'M GOING HOME!!!" But i joined this, because I had an idea for a character that I really wanted to try, and i'm afraid that my interest in this went with said character.

Sorry.
So... This dead?
So, am I not allowed my Inquisitor character, then?
@Jinxlynx

Crikey, I've been on RPG for 5 years now... That makes me feel old as fuck...
Kiana had been there in the coluseum, awaiting the signal. When she saw the flash of purple up near Count Dooku, she knew that it was time to strike. Throwing her cloak off, she ignited her green lightsaber. The ensuing battle was a costly one, for every hundred droids they dismantled, 1 of them fell, but 100 was nothing to the droids numbers. 1 was everything to a Jedi. Each of them that fell hurt every other of them, until, eventually, they numbered just 14 in the middle of the arena, Master Windu ordering them to make this a last stand that would be remembered in the archives. She glanced over to her old master, Plo Koon. Words were not spoken, but they both knew that it was better that than to join with a power-hungry Dark Jedi like Dooku. She had been down the dark path before and had no wish to return to it. She readied her blade. For some reason, this felt right. She imagined joining with the Force to be a pleasant experience. She just hoped that they didn't shoot her in the face.

As a rule, Jedi don't believe in luck. What happened next, she considered the most lucky thing that had ever happened to her. Like flaming valkyries, gunships descended to the battlefield. At first, she was convinced that this was merely overkill on the part of the seperatists, but quickly noticed that the ships were attacking the droids. "So that wasn't just a bluff." she smiled as she felt the feelings of the soldiers aboard, all of them determined to rescue her and the rest of them.

As the ships landed and troopers in gleaming white armour poured onto the battlefield, a commander with blue stripes approached her. "Ma'am, we have to get you out of here." he yelled firing into the horde of bloodthirsty robots.

"Get everyone else aboard, we need to secure their escape." she ordered.

"Not happening, your safety is our first priority." he replied. Kiana could feel that one of their order was still alive on the battlefield, but playing dead for the robots.

"We have a man down and need to get him immediate medical attention." she ordered. She pointed into the crowd of droids. "Make us a path." she ordered. The Clone seathed beneath his helmet.

"Of course." he growled. This wasn't good, he needed to make sure that she was safe and now they were going to throw themselves into certain death? "Never wanted to live forever anyway." he mumbled "Pilot, we have a man down in sector 12" he said, tapping his helmet. No sooner had he said that, that the Gunship that he had landed on hovered around and opened fire into the crowd with all of its weapons. Kiana charged ahead through the explosions. The Clone ran with her, as did their men, providing covering fire as they ran. Eventually, Kiana found an injured Selkath Jedi lying on the ground, next to the dead Reek.

"Are you alright?" she asked him.

"I..." he coughed "I'll survive..." he said, breathing heavily. As she applied preassure to the wound, the gunship flew in behind her and the medic rushed to the Jedi's side. Kiana got up, just in time to deflect a blaster shot from a Droid. She looked over to the commander who stood over a decapitated corpse. He had rolled the corpse onto its back and crossed it's hand across its chest.

"We are leaving." Kiana yelled to him. He turned away from the body and ran to the ship, firing his pistol at the few remaining droids and vaulting onto the Gunship just as it began to lift off with them all inside. "Somebody you know?" Kiana asked him. The Clone didn't reply. They simply watched through the open hatch as the battle began to unfold beneath them. They landed in a staging area with the rest of the Jedi. She wasn't terribly confident in her ability to lead troops. 20 years ago, she had done so during the Stark Hyperspace war and it had ended... Less than desirably.

"General, the 312th are at your disposal." one of the Commanders said, saluting her. She was taken aback. She turned to the Clone that was with her.

"I don't believe we exchanged our names."

"Canderous, ma'am." replied the clone.

"Commander Canderous, I want you to direct these troops." she said "I believe that you are better suited than I."

"Very good, Ma'am." he replied and quickly tapped his helmet "312th, this is CC-0023, I am taking command. I want a contingent of Battle-Tanks and our ground troops protecting the MAC's whilst they focus their firepower on those Trade Federation vessels, I want every other heavy weapon targeting the Techno-Union ships." he ordered. He then turned to Kiana "Every ship we let escape into orbit will come back to hurt us later on." he explained.

"Very good, Commander." she said "We need to locate Count Dooku and the other Seperatist leaders, if we can capture them, then we can end this conflict before it begins."

"With all due respect, ma'am, we need all of our forces to deal with this threat." replied Canderous.

"1 Gunship will not make a difference to the overall result of the battle." She said, walking to the Gunship. Canderous seethed and followed her, jumping aboard with her. The ship took off and they began flying across the battlefield. As they flew past a Techno-union ship, Canderous moved up to the front of the gunship "Aim for the fuel tanks." he ordered.

"Roger." he said, as a pair of missiles were released from the missile bays atop the gunship. They flew and smashed into the fuel tanks, shattering them and igniting the contents, turning the techno union ship into a falling inferno. Flying across the battlefield, they spotted the retreating droids, falling back from a push, lead by a Jedi.

"Be safe." she nodded to him.

"Sir." the Pilot said. "We have just received orders from General Windu. They have located Count Dooku. Generals Kenobi and Skywalker are moving to intercept... Master Yoda is also on his way." he said.

"Very well, Dooku will be no match for all 3 of them. How long until we can get there." she asked. At that point, the ship was hit by AA fire. It rocked and began to lose altitude.

"Engines hit. I can't maintain speed and altitude... Current Intercept time would be 30 minutes." the pilot replied.

"Alright... Set us down there." she said, pointing to the Jedi. As soon as the ship set down, she and the Clone troopers jumped out, joining the push. Kiana managed to push her way towards the Jedi. "Master Arven. It's good to see you survived." she said. deflecting a blaster bolt with a flash of her green lightsaber. Canderous ran towards her as well, through a shower of red blasterfire. He spotted a squad of ARC troopers stood next to other Clone Troopers in the Jedi Generals Gunline. He shook his head at the sight, but then continued to fire back, as several Fighter-Tanks swooped past them and began to cut a swath through the droids lines.
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