PrinceAlexus

Warhammer 40K: Unnumbered Sons - A Primaris Roleplay (Accepting players)

Not every battle goes entirely as planned or every threat cut down. even marine can be wounded.

Seemed more accurate that least Plasma would threaten even a Primus Marine.

Warhammer 40K: Unnumbered Sons - A Primaris Roleplay (Accepting players)

Brother Von Palus

Imperial siege lines

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Von Palus saw the battle as beginning to turn against even them, the hoard had them hundreds to one and even as the far off figure of a mighty dreadnought, bright yellow painted hull lit by flash of artillery hosing down its section of the line, Thousands of rounds a minute and even its reserves would run out if the assault kept up as barrels shined out red in smoke from heat.

5 turned into 10, soon hundreds flooding past the broken wire. They trusted the Sgt with there lives but the situation was beginning to lose control, Deathkorps falling back behind there positions and enemies tested the marines flanks. His armour was holding but as every minor blow added up warning runes began to slowly flicker to life about minor damage. The armours spirit was formidable but even that could be worn away like a stream cutting into stone. The White Scar fell to his knee, clearing himself of some mortal, the blood and bodies carpeting the trenches.

Taking advantage of his brothers lower stance, Von Palus emptied a magazine of bolt pistol fire at a group, mass reactive rounds making a heavy mark on the group trying to take advantage of the marines lower stance further back down the trenches. on the Internal secure vox.

Sir, At current. ammo dry in 5-10 minutes

Reloading and taking the head off a man who had half his face a mass of scar tissue from some cult branding or dark ceremony with a single blow shattering a crude trench club but among the new hoard came a new threat. A hiss and blast of scorching heat staggering even the marines strength, runes warning of damage, heat burning through the thick ceramite plating searing the skin below. Plasma could harm even the imposing and advanced Mk10 armour.

Grunting from the Plasma hit, the Stoic Imperial fist was determined not let his injury be seen by the enemy.

Grabbing a broken trench support from trying to get balance back and casting it like a spear through the offending man's chest, improvised, crude but effective enough. Fighting off the pain, stims kicking in, driving Von Palus back up grabbing the pistol and sending a badly aimed but impacting shot into a flamer operator's arm igniting the entire fuel supply with a bright flash 10 or so metres away.

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@Ollumhammersong@Jbcool@Apollosarcher@Bluetommy

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

@RoccanIronclad

Have a reply tomorrow. its a late for this Brit :)

C R A W L

At some point il get to finish a kill. I may be the first into the new room though lol.

Once unto the breach!

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Marinalia (Romus) Olympus

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Victoria Darya Romus

Swan Songs . Monday Evening

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Marinalia watched as Joel seemed to have a sense of humour as bad as his car was luxurious, two large shipping crates marked with various tags. In the few shifts she had been working at it tonight, and previously in her training phase. Inside was a pair of large engines with a large array of parts that she probbly could name badly. It certainly was alot of money sat in a battered, spray painted shipping crate sat in a airport warehouse.

Joel was sarcastic, kinda a car nut and discribed his job. Well least he was not a banker! Getting out way after seeing the array of parts, she leant against a racking nearby, bright high vis jacket gleaming in flood lights. Waving to a passing K9 patrol, a rifle slung over shoulder from SPD. Even basic cargo airports where under tight security these days.

you know, that's not the best way to meet women

Laughing slightly, though even the joke set her nerves slightly, a concealed taser, pretending to be a lipstick with a genuine lipstick end. Touching up her basic make up was a good cover with a small mirror.

Oh, your Dr Frankenstien then. Becareful the monsters you create.

Now I know a good mechanic in the city, always handy Dr Frankenjoel. Ice rafts might not be ideal for yiour creations.

Pilot of course., been flying since I was 18, bit of a nomad, helicopters too, Alaska was fun. I loved the mountains.

She had grown up on the classics, her grandfather's home had a small but well stocked libiary and Marilania had spent a good few hours curled into a couch hiding from the family arguments.

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Victoria had walked it and was not the fastest person in Sol thanks to a walking stick and weakened frame. Some days she almost do without it, others barely get off the sofa to get a drink. Gah, it had never been easy since the illness, even with support.

Life had a way of always making things intresting for the ghostly young woman.

Then she saw a place Mali had mentioned in passing, a pub the old Starboard, lights where off and doors closed tonight. From further back she was sure she saw some of me she recognised. Was it Milo?

He never had messaged her after, did he like her or not?
Most people either saw her as some kind of trophy claim, or seemed too scared she might break. He seemed decent though. Seemed, people could be hard to judge.

Looking over, she was not too far away. Just another human in the city. Though her size, skin almost glinted dully in the led streetlights. Just another ghost in thr city. Litially.

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@Pilatus@RoccanIronclad

C R A W L

>Has succumbed to the prorg and joins the Christmas hymn.

@CollectorOfMyst

If we slay a monster with Christmas songs lol... :)

C R A W L

>> pastor Jimmy twiddle thumbs before monster and has a silly idea.

>>starts singing Christmas hymns as he is a somewhat foolish pastor to annoy the monster in November.