In a rare moment of inspiration ive decided to do a 40k rpg (similar to 'The exiled warband' WFB rpg set up by Vengeanceseeker). So i need roughly 5 pc's (more would be right sweet). The characters are all Imperial guard (well except mine who gets to be a commissar ) so post your bios if your interested. Oh yeah im using my imperial guard army so that would be the 12th Antarian Rangers from Antar. Antar is a large industrial world with roughly a third of it being unmapped dense forest. The 12th are called "Rico's Roughnecks" after their Colonel Johann Rico.They specialise in all forms of combat, ranging from jungle fighting to ship to ship combat. The motto of the twelfth is "If you know every possible means of fighting then your enemy cant surprise you, thus securing your victory".
Name: Commissar Jerreth 'Judge' Sciopios
Age: 35
Description: A tall and heavy set commisar for the 12th Antarian Rangers, the so called "Rico's Roughnecks", he has fought in some of the roughest fighting that the regiment has ever seen since its founding. He is a master of combat and has earned the nickname 'Judge' for his loud exhortations in the midst of battle claiming that the Emperor himself has told him to seperate the weak from the loyal.
In his severe black stormcoat, booming parade ground voice and other badges of his commisarial office, Judge commands an awesome prescence on the field of battle as he deals with heretics and traitors alike with his screaming powersword and shreiking pistol.
Equipment: Powersword, plasma pistol
Once some people have joined up i will start the story
darksword wrote:buddy, don't use starship troopers for inspiration, its really not that good
Don't dis starship troopers, its got big bugs! And I hate Bugs.
Moment of insparation, really? I thought commisars were Guardsmen. Oh well. I collect guardsmen so it helps to have me, again...
Name: Private John 'Toast' Hawke. Description: Hawke was part of the 307th Bastonian Rifles. His Blue armour and White clothes stand out on the battlefield. Equipment: Flamer, lucky knife.
OOC: My bad i should have posted that all characters are part of the 12th, so VS your char cant be from the 307th Bastonian Rifles. Might as well start now, oh yeah this isnt a "free range" rpg. So you cant posting that we got jumped by thirty orks just minutes after we took down a hive tyrant. Oh yeah everyone starts off with two frag grenades in their starting equipment.
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In the turbulant time that followed the Despoilers thirteenth black crusade many worlds were lying in ruin. The forces of darkness had tested the defenders to the limit and very nearly broke them. While the Despoilers armies have been defeated and scattered, there are still armies to defeat.
On formerly loyal worlds many a craven foe has taken up residence and is defiling the soils of the His worlds. While vile mutants still draw breath and heretics still run rampant, the armies of the Emperor must wage war to ensure that mankind can take its place as the rightful rulers of the universe.
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On the bridge of the Sword of Justice, an ancient sword class frigate, the crew were in a high state of alert. For days they had been running from the chaos raiders, and now they had to turn and fight. Over the loudspeakers of the vessel, the Imperial Hymn was being recited by the ships priests. Making the sign of the eagle over his chest Captain Marcellus commended the spirit of his ship and that of its crew to the Emperor.
A young ensign turned to the veteran Captain "Sir! contacts dropping out of the warp". The captain sighed, Looks like our deaths had caught up to us he thought bitterly "Ready all weapons and raise the void sheilds, weapons to fire on my mark. We'll give these bastards hell before we go down". The bridge crew scrambled to comply when the same ensign stuttered out "S-sir, their h-hailing us".
The captain strode forwards and stared out to space "We'll not bandy words with traitorous filth". "S-sir you may want to listen to the hail". On the bridge speaker came the strong proud voice of Admiral Quarren "Sword of Justice, power down your weapons. The war has been won". At once the bridge crew let out great cheers and the old captain felt a tear of relief slide down his cheek.
"Sword of Justice stand by for shuttles, theres a lot to discuss".
--- 4 WEEKS LATER ---
Commissar Sciopios stalked down the hallway to the shuttlebays. Red warning lights were flashing and alarms where filling the air with their loud droning. All around the tall commissar men were running to their stations.
Rounding the corner the tall Commissar barked out "Why the hell arent you on that boarding torpedo!!". The men from his squad fell over themselves to get inside the torpedo, trying to escape the wrath of the grizzled politcal officer. Smiling to himself , Sciopios followed them inside.
Taking his seat and strapping himself in Sciopios hit the comm button "Sword of Justice, this is boarding torpedo Beta Phi Beta reporting all good to go". The response crackled back "Roger that, ready to deploy in three... two... one".
As the countdown reached 'one' a deep rumbling followed as the thrusters ignited and with a tortured squeal the boarding torpedo slammed from the hull of the frigate, followed by others filled with more Imperial Guardsmen. Their target was the looming bulk of Orbital Hive Gracius, which had been overrun by the foul servants of chaos.
Gunfire erupted from the emplacements and on the screen five blue dots winked out. Immedietly the Sword of Justice fired back at the turrets, and the firing slacked off to sporadic bursts. The rest of boarding torpedos sped towards the orbital hive, the men inside them ready to bring the Emperors justice onto the heretic scum.
Impacting with the hull the boarding torpedo activated its melta charges and began to eat through the hull. The molten metal rapidly cooled and hitting the release button, Commissar Sciopios stormed though the opening hatch, his powersword and plasma pistol already in his hands.
The room that he found himself in was dust covered and no chaos minions were to be found. His squad debarked behind him and took up covering positions. With a nod to the newest squad member ,John Hawke, who the men affectionately called 'Toast' because of his role as flamer trooper, Sciopios activated his comm "Squad three reporting succesful landing in sector alpha two-niner, no sign of enemies".
The reply came back strong "Roger that squad three, good hunting out there Commissar".
Hawke WAS part of the 307th Bastonian Rifles, but got transferred as the majority of his regiment died.......
Also, we got jumped by 300 orks after taking down a manticore, remember?
Hawke leaped out, ready to fire, but there were no enemies in sight. The rest of the squad took cover, while Sciopios came out of the craft. Hawke turned round, "Which way now Sir?"
Well guys, if you want an example of spamming, check all the posts apart from mine and Kaleths. If your gonna post a message then continue the story if you've got a character, if not then make one if you want.
AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! What did I just say??????? If you want to discuss starship troopers then start a new thread in the WD section.
Sciopios checked the tac-logis on his data slate "It seems that we've landed in an abandoned part of the station. But it looks like Sergeant Clay's squad landed close to us, i think we should link up. Lets move out."
The squad formed up and quickly started to move out. Blaine, the squads sniper, was the furtherest ahead when he spotted movement in the smokey darkness. Activating his microbead he contacted Sciopios "Contacts, bearing one five".
The commissar immedietly went into action "Into cover everyone, we'll wait until they get close enough then jump them". Contacting the sniper Sciopios asked "Any confirmation on the bogeys?". The snipers reply was a stinging red bolt through the forehead of one of the vile heretics.
Sciopios almost smiled before he caught himself "That settles it lads, in the name of the Emperor go get the bastards" before leaping up and firing his plasma pistol into the head of a heretic trooper, which disintergrated into a fine bloody mist that coated the walls.
Sergeant Malus Clay, 12th Antarian Rangers Imperial Guardsmen regiment. Dressed in blackened plasteel armour and leather boots and gloves, wields a chainsword in his right hand and a laspistol in his left. Has a long thin scar along his right cheek and short dark hair.
The sergeant lept out of the torpedo as it's hatch sprung open, firing a short volley of lastpistol fire into the corridor incase there were any chaos scum waiting for them, safe in the knowledge that this area of the hive was clear he checked his auto-scanner. "Looks like we've landed near the Commissar." He spoke to his men as they slowly filled the corridor. He studied the scanner again. "Rest easy guys there is nothing nearby." His men slowly lowered their weapons. "Let's get to Jerreth!" He walked amongst his men, chain sword in scabbard, laspistol in left hand an scanner in right, as they moved to the end of the corridor. The first of his crew stepped round the corner and was immediately stabbed through the chest by a heretic's jagged sword. The sergeant's eight other men raised their weapons to their shoulders and made short work of the heretic. Malus peered down at the scanner which still showed a blank screen, he tapped it hard with his finger and a massive patch of red dots appeared ahead of their position. "shiz men! Get ready!" He threw the cheap scanner at a wall where it smashed and drew his chainsword. "This'll be ugly." He ripped a flashbang from the belt of one of his team and threw it round the corner, leaping round with his men seconds after it exploded, blinding the enemy. Squeezing the trigger of his laspistol again and again, he and his team filled the corridor with violent bloodshed.
The commissar yelled and drew his powersword and charged forwards. A stray lasround hit him in the arm, knocking him off balance. Screaming more in rage than in pain Sciopios hacked down the heretic then pulled the trigger at another one, blowing the foul creatures arm off.
"Die you heretic scum!" he screamed over and over again, in the background he could here the sharp whine of the sniper rifle of Blaine and the louder cracks of the las weapons of the rest of the squad. Dimly he heard Sergeant Crask yelling for Toast to get up there with the flamer. Dropping into a crouch the commissar stabbed upwards with his powersword, impaling the foolish heretic on the end of the blade.
Hawke ducked the heretics sword and smashed his flamer into the face of the traitor."Everybody down!" Hawke yelled as he prepared his flamer to fire. Sciopios leaped out of the way as Hawke opened fire, incinerating the surviving heretics.
Dang, you guys started to early! Can I make a character since not a lot has happened? (sorry for interrupting)
NAME: Private Jeff "Sonnyboy" Sunny AGE: 28 DESCRIPTION: A terrible marksman, Jeff put himself into the only place the Commissars would be too scared to come up to punish him for his antics: the very front. Even a lasgun was too 'precise' for him, so he always uses a Hellgun to wildly spray the enemy. But even Sonnyboy knows that a guardsman without someone to watch his back is dead meat, so he joined the 12th Antarian Rangers. EQUIPMENT: Hellgun, 2 frag grenades, combat knife
"Life is just getting ready to stay dead for a long time."
--Addie Bundren, As I Lay Dying
OOC: yep its allgood... you can either join my squad or Jy'inko's. Oh yeah someone else is gonna join as an eldar ranger... they explained it to me over MSN and i said yes because they are a great RP'er. Coz i said it was gonna be just a IG RPG im giving you all 1 free item. try to keep it realistic as i dont see a guardsman walking around with a bolter or a dreadnought.
Commissar Sciopios stood up and wiped a stray but of heretic off his storm coat. Holstering his pistol and powersword he checked the surrounding area. Heretic bodies where everywhere, and a big portion were burnt showing Hawke's deadliness with his flamer.
Adjusting his cap he pulled out his data slate and checked the readings. Turning he yelled "Sergreant Crask get these men moving out on the double. Were going to link up with Sergeant Clay's squad". The old sergeant quickly got the men into a battkle line then ordered them to march off, doubletime.
try to keep it realistic as i dont see a guardsman walking around with a bolter or a dreadnought.
I get a suit of tactical dreadnought armour. (I'll join Sciopios' squad) An eldar ranger? thats cool, actually, but you're gonna need to give it some heavy story padding to have it make sense. ---------------------------------
As Sciopios' squad was only a few rooms from Clay's squad, a fresh group of chaos worshippers erupted from a shadowed hall. Sonnyboy set his hellgun on "just point" and let loose with a howl as the din of the hellgun and the crack of lasguns filled the air. The worshippers were dead...but there was something else. Out of the hallway moved something huge and sinister, taking up the entire space from floor to ceiling. Sciopios' squad stopped dead in there tracks as a fully armed and armoured Chaos Space Marine stepped out into the middle of the room with a single 3 yard stride. Without waiting, the giant shook his horned helmet and with a wrathfilled howl charged at them, his six foot long chainsword buzzing to life. Sonnyboy's hellgun blazed away at the charging behemoth, but the rain of bullets bounced off of the mighty power armour, and the lasgun's deadly spray of fire looked like flashlights playing on the howling terror. He reached them with a wet thud as a gaurdsman was hacked in two with a mighty sweep. Another's head exploded in a mass of gore as the boltpistol's reactive bullets tore throught their ranks. Sonnyboy was knocked to the ground, and just before the Chaos Space Marine planted his huge foot on his head, a woosh of heat washed over him, and the next thing he knew, the Chaos warrior's head was a molten gob, and then Sciopios' powersword was jammed through his chest. With a resounding crash the Space Marine fell to the deck, and Sciopios turned to the prone Gaurdsman and held out a hand to pull him up.
"Life is just getting ready to stay dead for a long time."
--Addie Bundren, As I Lay Dying
OOC: I hope you werent serious about the Tactical dreadnought armour. Note about items: Everyone gets one, except the eldar ranger. And they are guard specific, and they arent anything to flash. Something like an autopistol would be about right, but an inferno pistol isnt just wrong. Anyone trying to abuse this dies at the hands of my Commissar ./OOC
"On you feet guardsman" Sciopios said as he helped Sonnyboy up. Turning to one of the guardsman holding his uplifting primer he said "Preach, deliver these mens souls to the Emperor". The small guardsman that everyone called 'Preacher' because of his unerring faith in the Emperor knelt next to the pitiful corpses and began to mumble the rights to the dead. When he was finished he arranged them as peacefull as he could and took there dogtags.
Handing the dogtags to Sciopios Preacher took his place back in the battleline. Tucking away the dogtags of the fallen Sciopios stalked over to the chaos marine and pulled a melta bomb from the foul things belt. Setting the timer he placed it on the chaos marines chest before bellowing "Move out double time".
The squad hurried along as behind them the chaosmarine was vapourised. Along the walls there were the foul marks of chaos and coming upon a shrine Sciopios pulled the trigger of his pistol and sent a white holt bolt of plasma into the foul effigy. Satisfied that he had ruined the shrine he continued forwards, heading ever closer to Sergeant Clay's squad.
OOC:ummm nay.... actually i think i'll list what you can take: autopistol, laspistol, auspex, 2 meltabombs, carapace armour, night vision goggles, scanner or infra red goggles. Remeber you can only take one of these items.
IC: Malus leapt about the carnage, lending a laspistol shot here, blocking a sword slash there, and pretty much filling his squad with morale. His squad were just beginning to turn the tide of battle in their favour when two heretics charged round the corner wielding a twin-linked heavy flamer, they set up the fuel tank and pointed it at the group. Malus acted quickly and barked an order at his men. "Get behind me!" He shouted at them as they unloaded clips into heretic's heads or drew their weapons from chaotic chests. They scrabbled to get behind him as he leapt at the heavy flamer, the heretics fired the flamer and a bellowing wave of heat spewed out to strike Malus, leant into the flame as his carapace armour slowly soaked the damage, he began to sweat and blister as his armour heated up. Taking slow steps forward he roared at the heretics, raising his laspistol he fired it down the barrel of the flamer, leaning back as he did so, he was carried to safety by the flamer blast as the fuel tank errupted, engulfing the heretics in flame. Malus crashed down amongst his men, the heat of his armour so intense he was glowing red for a few minutes. He slowly sat up and scratched his head, his armour began to cool rapidly as the heat rose off him. Leaping to his feet he started his chainsword up with the touch of a button and set forward, his men stared at him as though he was crazy but a sharp ordered made them hurry after him.
I'll take the auspex. By the way, what exactly is our mission on this space hulk anyway? We should have a specific mission objective or this won't go anywhere. --------------------------------------
Sciopios and the rest of the squad moved out, and met minimal resistance, and it wasn't long before the sweating face of Sgt. Clay came into sight, his squad surrounded by dead heretics. As Sciopios approached him, he gave a quick salute. "These shrines are pretty temporary, sah. The command bridge should be untouched." Clay motioned to their comm man, who was crouching by his large radio-backpack trying to raise the bridge. "We should keep moving further up and further in. If we're lucky, we can establish a homing beacon on the bridge that'll let a few of the Space Marines in on the action." Sonnyboy looked down at his auspex and pulled up a rough schematic for the section of hulk that they were in. "This way!"
"Life is just getting ready to stay dead for a long time."
--Addie Bundren, As I Lay Dying
) so post your bios if your interested. Oh yeah im using my imperial guard army so that would be the 12th Antarian Rangers from Antar. Antar is a large industrial world with roughly a third of it being unmapped dense forest. The 12th are called "Rico's Roughnecks" after their Colonel Johann Rico.They specialise in all forms of combat, ranging from jungle fighting to ship to ship combat. The motto of the twelfth is "If you know every possible means of fighting then your enemy cant surprise you, thus securing your victory".
(I'll join Sciopios' squad) An eldar ranger? thats cool, actually, but you're gonna need to give it some heavy story padding to have it make sense.
./OOC