Ollumhammersong

Warhammer 40K: Imperium Broken

I kind of lost my mojo a bit for the craftworld. I have a runner up idea but If I can't get it up soon then I will probably just pull out.

The Dark Gods Servants

Chelkar Ran and dodged as many of the incoming shots as he could. Those shots that missed ricocheted and bounced off the metal supports around him and one even caught him full in the chest and forced him to half stagger into the railing And grunt in annoyance and pain. At least his armour absorbed the Entirety of the blow. This time anyway. He was not keen to push that luck further.

The rounds seemed to stop as his attackers attentions became pre-occupied with one of the Traitor marines firing wildly into their ranks. He himself ignored this man and focused on capitalizing on this opportunity. Quickly resting his lasgun on the railing and pulling the stock into his sholdier he aimed as quickly as he could and thumbed the switch to full auto before opening a hail of lasbolts down at the newly formed mobs beneath him. It seemed someone was trying to organize the Imperial defence. To little avail it seemed but if not delt with it could quickly become an annoyance.

He focused this first barrage on the armsman, particularly the ones that just fired at him. They seemed to focused and cowed by the sight of the traitor marine that they did not even respond as he cut down no less than seven of them. Each of them gargling in pain or simply thudding to the ground dead.

Checking his powerpack supply quickly he realized that he was soon going to be running dry and forced onto his last clip if this kept up. But these bastards had thicker armour than he liked and it couldn't be helped for now. He was ready to jump back and run to a new loaction in the catwalk when... nothing happened. Even after killing seven of them as easily as cutting down wheat they still seemed focused on targets other than him.

He didn;t even bother to shrug, he simply aimed and re-targeted the same group of armsmen and opened fire a second time. Ten more lasbolts split the air but his aim was far worse this time. Only three died and the two that were wounded were barely so. Swearing under his breath, which through the rough grill of the resperator sounded like a low rasping growl of incoherent nonsense. He swore yet again when he checked his power pack and noticed he was nearly dry. 14 shots left. Switching the pack off overcharge and back to normal strength he was going to have to pick his targets more carefully.

The Dark Gods Servants

So we are about oh.... 20 minutes of in game times and down goes the first of us?

The Dark Gods Servants

Chelkar steadied his aim against the rail of the catwalk and took the extra half second to secure it firmly into his soldier and ensure that it was snug and not liable to move in any direction. The extra few seconds it took to line up your shots and aim properly was worth all the wild firing in the world and few of the crazed heretics down below seemed aware of that fact. Just another reason to pity those who would dull their senses for... whatever the hell it was they traded for.

He inhaled slightly and quickly fired off a burst of shots. Three bright crimson beams split through the air as it cracked and ionized. The first of these beams landed square into the chest, over the heart of the Imperial manning the stubber turret and he fell onto onto his back, dead long before he hit the ground. The second beam flashed out and caught the man to his right in the leg. Cauterizing the flesh around major artery and causing it's walls to dissolve and bleed out internally. As he collapsed into a quickly dying heap the third shot rang out above his head and scorched the metal and paint of the lander.

He swore as the third shot missed and no sooner had it left the barrel had he picked his rifle up and ran across the catwalk to a slightly closer location and hopefully one where the men near those who were just slain would not look.

Interstellar ~ Ascension

Sorry guys I think I am backing out of this one.

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Chelkar stopped over his low and dimly lit workbench. A myriad of vials, burners and ingredients of all kinds littered it's surface. Some of the vials were filled with smokey and sickly colours of death and pus. Others were deep rusted reds, blacks, whites, even viscous pink... gloops was the best word he supposed. Each of these vials were handled with the utmost care. Each of these were carefully selected and tested ever since the warp brought him out of the vortex and into this blasted area of worthless space. The room itself was bare save for essentials he needed to live and to make his products. Even the light mostly can from the burning flames of the burners or candles/ small torches. He preferred the warmth of these and the smell of the smoke to the harsh and foreign artificial lights of the ship.

He didn't know how these ingredients on his table did it. Some of them should more aptly be called chemicals and toxins than anything else. But they gave him what he needed. It wasn't quite like the acidic sting on the nostrils Like Messian air had, or taste the same steely taste as the water when drank. But it served it's purpose. And if he injected it he found that it gave him nearly the same strength and ability as standing in the Messian wastes would.

The latest batch of his 'home brew' was just finished and he was meticulously pouring it into vials for his home made injector. He found the common needles most heretics used to be far to insufficient and honestly not capable of holding nearly enough for what he needed. But this enlarged hypospray was capable of giving him one or two doses simotaniously. Which some days was just what he needed. As each vial was filled he watched to make sure not a drop was being spilt, or that one vial held less than the others. When he was finished he had a half dozen of the metal vials filled and was securing two of them into his injector when the ship Thudded against something with such force that one of the vials rolled off the table and landed on the floor. A second thus cause several vials to shatter

Chelkar could only watch in Horror as several contents spilt onto the floor and With a throaty roar of rage he picked up his Rifle and slug his chainsword over his back And burst through his door setting the rifle to overcharge and flipping the lock to burst fire he set off down the hallways to find someone, anyone who was responsible for the loss of his precious substance. It wasn't until he left the safet of his room that he realized the collision alarm was blaring loudly throughout the ship. He must have been ignoring it completely while he was working. Not all too surprising he supposed.

The threat and meaning behind the alarm cut through the rage that had built itself up in his mind. He focused on the voices around him. From the garble he caught from the crew and the mutants beasts calling themselves crew were yelling and rushing towards airlocks and boarding entries and breached hull points where the enemy ship was open to their own. And all of them were armed. Shouts of 'Imperial scum' and other such insults flew through the air. Chelkar quickly dismissed the damaged vials and lost ingredients.... for now and ran with all speed towards the sound of gunshots and the clash of blades. When he was near those sounds instead of running head first towards the enemy like a fool headfirst he stopped long enough to pull out his injector and hold it to the right side of his neck and pulled the first trigger. A large dose(for other people) of the highly toxic and deadly substance flooded into his veins and he sucked in a deep breath through the resperator as he felt the familiar and comfortable surge of strength and endurance. It might as well have been water or a small dose of slaught for all the health effects it had on him and he put away the injector safely into a pocket and rechecked his weapon.

Snapping a power pack into the rifle and hearing it soflty hum to life was made even more sweeter of a sound after the injection. He took a quick moment to look around and gauge his location. This seemed like the Fighter bays. He made sure to stay behind the herd of ignorant heretics as some of them charge pointlessly and futily towards the foe. He stayed near the back and quickly climbed some of the ladders and catwalks to gain sight over the ridiculous sea of bodies and heads.

Warhammer 40K: Imperium Broken

I'll just pick somewhere to lurk for now in the background.

Because Webway.

Planetside 2 roleplay(mid-casual)

Well I will tilt the 3rd vote in favour of the Glorious and mighty Terran republic.

Planetside 2 roleplay(mid-casual)

while I love planetside to death this raised so many questions about how this game could be handled. Are we just making characters with equipment and the like from the game? i.e Nanoweave armour, flak armour, various guns? If so are we going to be copying a sort of bastardized certification system to earn things as we go in this? Or just start with what we want? Are we following the class system? How are we going to handle max suits?

Warhammer 40K: Imperium Broken

Omega said
If you are sure you want to but it is easy for the discodance of the warp to chaos something like a planet to change locations.

Not without cataastrophic environmental consequences. it could happen in warhammer land. But the entire chapter probably wouldn't be at fenris at the time. He could always just homebrew a chapter and say it is in the ultima segmentium.