Sarpedon

The Vanquishing of the Vampire Plague (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

I didn't mean to give you the impression that I wasn't interested. It sounds pretty cool. I'd be down to give it a try.

The Vanquishing of the Vampire Plague (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

oh, okay. And then they conquer everything? I can't think of anything else to do once they figger out they're gods XD

The Vanquishing of the Vampire Plague (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

Oh fuck! No, I forgot about your idea! I was thinking something along the lines of "Something something something... Ideas!" and then I thought "fuck, I was working on an idea!" and then I got distracted again, but inspiration struck while I was pooping.

You idea was like, mmo where our characters are maxed out and then the players get sucked into their characters who are like trapped in the tutorial area or something, right? Or was that someone else's idea? I tried writing things down but I just threw out all the notes because there were way to many. Now I feel awful...

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

Van Deer is an asshat. I hope a ork skull-fucks him before we win

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

boom, post up.

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

The trek to the cathedral that had been designated as their new target went more quickly when the warrant officer in charge realized that while they wouldn't be getting resupplied any time soon, there also weren't any enemies to speak of. He ordered that the pace be picked up at that point, and reiterated that ammunition needed to be conserved as much as possible. They'd be down to their bayonets before they reached the cathedral if they carried on shooting up the city around them. As they advanced along the boulevards leading to the centre of the hive, the most senior NCO the Grenadiers could find carried on adjusting their formation. The remaining soldiers from the 3003rd numbered just under a third of their original number, and the warrant had them stack up five deep, pulling the Brontians and Xenonians in behind the wall of Raiders. The Cadians seemed to have retained some semblance of a command structure, so he left the two chimeras and their supporting troops to their own devices, and focused on keeping his own troops in some sort of order.

It wasn't that they were rowdy or undisciplined, as grenadiers, every soldier from the 3003rd was selected from only the best the regiment had to offer. The problems lay in the fact that they were advancing through hostile territory without support, and without even enough ammunition to suppress their way to the objective. It made every one of them nervous, and nervous gunners meant a lot of very dead shadows. So of course the whole trip to the cathedral was eerily uneventful. The Orks had apparently disappeared as quickly as they'd swarmed the guardsmen, and the only evidence that they'd been here at all was the carnage strewn anywhere one looked. The whole hive had been turned into a charnel house it seemed.

By the time the 3003rd reached their objective, the regiments that had been assaulting the other breach in the wall had already started digging in. The few Grenadiers ranging ahead of the pack rushed back, having spotted the fortifications, and the warrant in charge called a halt. He wasn't going to march a gunline toward a fortification, even a friendly one, until they knew he was coming. The last thing they needed was a black-on-black incident right before the greenskins came swarming back to finish them off. After directing his subordinates to set up a hasty defensive, the senior NCO called over his vox-operator and ordered someone else to find the corporal who'd been directing the right side of the offensive at the breach. The vox-operator showed up a moment later, and the warrant set up the vox-caster to broadcast locally about as loud as it could. Anyone manning a radio at the cathedral should have no problem picking up the signal, assuming they were on the right channel.

"All callsigns, this is Lima-Delta-Zero. Be advised, we are approaching the objective from the west. We are five mikes out. Over." he spoke smoothly, the authority in his voice was obvious, but calm for the moment. The 3003rd and their Brontian and Xenonian support weren't going anywhere without a reply. And while he was waiting, Corporal Hazard was located, and went running over to the man in charge.

"You wanted to see me, warrant?" he inquired, his heels coming together reflexively as he spoke, though the rest of him remained at rest.

"Take... Take a platoon... Take Three Platoon Charlie, and when I give the order, rush up the street and provide cover for the rest of us. We need a route into the defensive, and we need firebases. We'll be right behind you, then you'll fold into the defensive behind us." he started off slowly, but once he'd decided on a unit, the senior NCO knew exactly what he wanted.

"Roger that, warrant." The Iceman didn't need any more instructions than that. He ran off immediately and began picking up members of the platoon he'd been ordered to find, getting them organized inside their hasty defensive much like the Brontians and Xenonians, though they looked more like they wanted an excuse to charge something, and the lucky bunch that had been selected to act as the vanguard was decidedly less excited. Waving his plasma gun around like it meant something, the junior NCO gave his group orders and then told them to relax. Most of them promptly went to sleep, knowing that this might be their last nap ever...

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

@agentmanatee You signature is missing a letter.

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

@agentmanatee You missed a "c" or an "n" in your signature, not sure which

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

I'm working on it, fuck.

The Vanquishing of the Vampire Plague (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

Kevin noticed that Zara's confusion was immediate and all-consuming when shit went flying for the fan full-tilt. She seemed to improve once they were both in cover, however, and hoped she could keep it together long enough for them to make it out of this. She got her radio sorted out, and then declared that she wanted to spot first. That was fair. He just hoped she was good with that piece of hers. Of course, then the vampire revealed that she had a heads-up-display in her eyeball the whole time. "What the fuck?" it was more of a statement than a question, though, and while his companion was messing with her eye settings the werehyena poked his head out again and fired several more rounds in the general direction of their enemies. Then he moved over to the woman and gently tilted her head back, his free hand grabbing the left arm of his eyewear until the word "SYNC'D" popped up. "You should have said something earlier, I have all kinds of information I can just push to your hud, now." he didn't make a big deal out of it, though, and picked his rifle up off his chest and took a few deep breaths.

"All right. I'm going to run that way," he gestured roughly back the way they'd come, "And you're going to run over to that tree." he gestured again, the tree was only a couple of metres from their boulder, and further up an incline, "You're going to take up a firing position, and you're going to try and kill the fucker with the machine gun. If all you see is a round-ish bright flash, aim just above it. If it's got direction to it, aim opposite the way it's pointing, and just above it. Take your time, conserve your ammo... It's probably going to be a long day... Oh, and you'll probably want to move every few shots so they don't figure out where you are. Watch your left side in case they try to flank you.... Fuck, I don't have time to teach you all this... I hope you learn quickly. Good luck, Zara." Kevin sighed, took another deep breath, and then stepped out from behind their boulder. He walked with purpose, and squeezed off a shot every five or so seconds, trying to bait out return fire from the machine gun position, only to find out the bastard had hopped up and changed positions while he'd been talking.

"Fucking shit." he grumbled, switching targets calmly even as he raged vocally. "Eat shit and die, motherfucker." he demanded, but it didn't seem to deter the machine gunner, who responded with unintelligible shouting and a pair of twenty-round bursts. Thankfully, he evaded the worst of the hail of bullets, and the shaman picked up his pace a little as he slowed his rate of fire. He needed to either get close enough to kill their assailants, or draw their fire long enough for Zara to do it. With that in mind, he took cover behind a sturdy-looking tree. It was kind enough to weather the torrent of lead while Kevin summoned up a fireball. He stepped out between bursts from the machine gun and tossed the fireball like it was a grenade. Far more effective than that, however, the fiery ball exploded the moment it touched the ground. With a "Whoosh" the fire was smothered by the cloud of incredibly thick smoke that manifested in the blink of an eye. Using the distraction to his advantage, the contractor immediately set off at a run. He knew when he was no longer concealed, because the machine gun started shooting at him again, instead of into the smoke.

Taking this opportunity to find cover again, the werehyena continued to provide sporadic covering fire as he attempted to raise his partner on the radio. "Zara." he gave up on voice procedures, knowing she likely wouldn't understand, and he needed complete understanding right now. "Push left, try and circle around behind them. If you can, get to the bottom of the hill behind them. They're going to have to change barrels eventually, and when they do, we're going to try rushing them." he hoped that made sense, because he didn't have time to talk any more. A pair of bloodthirsty bandits had decided to try their hand at flanking him. Now pressed from two sides, Kevin turned his fire on the flanking raiders, and started running, hoping to get something solid between himself and everyone trying to kill him.

You could just go crazy. You'll be fine. Coyote suggested.

"I can do this." Kevin replied harshly.

It would be eas- the fire god was cut off by his shaman's defiant bark,

"It would be easier to just off myself. I can do this." he punctuated the declaration by picking off one of his assailants, putting a bullet through their unprotected skull. He felt the bolt lock back at the end of its rearward cycle, and he transitioned flawlessly to his sidearm, since his other target was not exactly far away. He aimed his massive revolver with one hand, while his mechanical arm began the very slow process of reloading a hanging rifle with only one hand. The thunderous roar of the magnum revolver was much more intimidating than the sharp crack of his rifle, and the suddenly-terrified bandit decided to try some last-resort tactics. He pulled out a grenade, and managed to get the pin out before Kevin responded by shooting the man's wrist, and diving away. He buried his face in the dirt, hoping he'd gotten enough of himself behind the rocks that had been between himself and his enemy, that he would survive. He felt the explosion in his sinuses and his chest, and he couldn't hear anything but his ears ringing, but he was alive, and not in pain, so the werehyena called it a win and picked himself up off the ground. Holstering his sidearm, Kevin finished reloading his rifle and then took in his surroundings as his hearing returned. He wasn't sure what was going on any more, but he needed to get back into the fight and make sure Zara wasn't getting torn up by machine gun fire...