Warhammer rp here

[Obsolete57]

Charcion stepped onto the cold earth of Calth, and immediately his helm lit up with warning signs. His eyes opened wide in horror as he hefted his heavy bolter and yelled a mighty scream of battle, unleashing torrents of bolts which sent two Dark Eldar scouts screaming into the depths of Hell. Their blood stained the earth as three more scouts were sent to depths of oblivion. He stopped firing and let the smoke slowly rise from his heavy bolter. A sigh emenated from him, amplified by his helm.

His hand raised to the side of his helm as he received an incoming message from Commisar Orion's ship. He closed his eyes and decieded wether or not to answer. He thought it would be rather stupid to have half the Imperium after him. "This is Captain Charcion Obsolete of the Diamond Angels, we are landed on Calth, Sector 2-C. We are attempting to assist the eldar of a craftworld close to here, but we must cleanse this infestation. Please send help if you can spare it."

He opened his eyes and waited for a reply, blasting the occasional Dark Eldar.

[Reabe]

OOC: Puncuration is good, Obsiy
IC: 'Sir...' muttered the Astropath 'Charcion has sent for reenforcements...'
'Ey?' Marlus, Inquistor and Current second in command of the Emperor's Grandchildren space marines 'Right, order the marines to attack the eldar, order code Alhpa Xenos Ordo beta.'
'Yes, sir...'
Premilary bombbardments hit the dark-eldar controled areas before the mighty wrath of the emperor was enacted apon them through the space marines. You almost fill sorry for the ill-prepared xenos abominations that are the Dark Eldar. Almost.

ooc: obsolete must be a friggin writer or something

ic: All of a sudden the lights black out and screams are heard from all parts of the line.
"this is Por'el vash'ya" speaking over the commslink to all soldiers "help from the tau will be arriving shortly. Expect help from ethereal aun'shi the greatest ethereal of all but we must hold out for minimally 3 days"

[Evil Orion 666]

Originally Posted by Obsolete57

His hand raised to the side of his helm as he received an incoming message from Commisar Orion's ship. He closed his eyes and decieded wether or not to answer. He thought it would be rather stupid to have half the Imperium after him. "This is Captain Charcion Obsolete of the Diamond Angels, we are landed on Calth, Sector 2-C. We are attempting to assist the eldar of a craftworld close to here, but we must cleanse this infestation. Please send help if you can spare it."

He opened his eyes and waited for a reply, blasting the occasional Dark Eldar.

Commisar Orion sat alone in his quaters, his bottle of Cadia whisky in his hand, the breath he emitted drunk with its stench. He sat alone, waiting. He'd expected the guards where in the mess hall playing cards or some other game. It was 30 minutes ago he gotten the reports of damage done to the ship, his regiment and his reputation - thanks to the whisky. He was happy with the fact the ships weapons where still functional. He was happy that the Dark Eldar scouting parties where kept back because of heavy losses. "Emperor bless Imperial technolgy, especially las-weaponry." He took another light swig from the bottle. His still had Olaf, Hog, Reg, Gregor and Mak. Even Ogres have there place in the Imperial Guard. He lost Zof to the Eldar bastards who got in. He missed Zof now thinking about the big oaf. So he took another heavy swig in memory to Zof. Orion went over what else he had. Two standard fit Leman Russ' survived the crash, 3 sentinals and a single Baskilisk. Somehow, though by the Emperor knows how, the 5 chimeras survived. He felt lucky, yet he felt something else, like something else was going to happen.

"Sir?"

Orion felt interupted, and turned around. The officer straightened saying "Private John reporting, Commisar Orion Sir!". Orion could tell the boy was on the edge of breaking down, he should know. He remembered clearly the expression on the boy's face as he turned the knife on him. However, Pt.John has one useful trait - Speed - he ran as if the daemons of the eye of terror were after him. Orion glumly looked at the bottle, then looked at the boy.

"What?"

Orion could see the sweat trailing down the boy's face.

"More bad news, Private John?"

"No, no, no sir...No Commisar Orion!"

"Good. Anymore and I'll..." Orion thought for a minute. He just looked at the boy, which did Orion's reputation justice.

"Sir, we just recieved a transmission!"

Orion just looked at him.

"We recieved a transmission from Captain Charcion Obsolete of the Diamond Angels."

Diamond Angels...? Orion gave the name thought. Shit! The name definetly brought back what he'd heard. Those crazy bastards, here! By Emperor!

"What does he want?"

"They just landed here, Sir!"

"Did you listen to me boy, or are you deaf!?"

"No Sir! He asks for support, Sir!"

Orion looked at the boy. He'd best finish this. He straightened himself up and cleared his thoughts.

"Where are they and whats the situation?"

"They are currently in Sector 2-C and are joined by Craftworld Eldar. They are under fire from Dark Eldar scouting parties, Sir!"

Orion gathered his thoughts, and came out with an answer.

"Just go."

"...Sir?"

"GO!"

The boy ran just as before. Commisar Orion looked at the bottle, took a swig, and put it away. He went off to get ready. There was a saying he remembered from years ago;

"Being a Bastard works!"

[Stik]

Most people think its not right to use necrons for an rp but they do have minds of theitr own. I am a disbanded necron lord. The Ct'an Nightbringer has banished me and those loyal to me for having too much free will and unwillingness to particapate in the Red Harvest. I can still not forgive myself for this. Now all we ever do is appear as reinforcements in certain battles. We are basically drifters as you would call us. My tau water caste friend has a likeness for calling me Goro. He says its because I have 2 extra arms welded under my original arms.
Upgrades:
Destroyer body
Resurrection Orb
Phylactery
Gaze of Flame
Staff of Light
Retinue:
24 Necron warriors
1 Tomb spyder
4 Flayed ones
1 Wraith
3 Destroyers
1 Heavy Destroyer
Lots of guns.

[Arhra]

OOC: Uh, if you had too much free will and refused ot participate in the Red Harvest, wouldn't Nightbringer simply have devoured you? The C'tan aren't particularily known for mercy. I'm of the opinion that this RP is spiralling down into craziness.

Firstly backtracking a little:
In response to Por'el's question about the Dark Eldar, Sirashal supresses a sharp retort and replies, "Saying they are merely pain and pleasure cultists betrays your ignorance. They are skilled warriors and blindingly fast compared to you. Falling into their clutches is a fate literally worse than death." Por'el looks taken aback by Sirashal's vehemence as Sirashal again reminds himself why it is necessary for him to remain with the mon-keigh.

[Stik]

OOC:Craziness!?!?!?!
having whole spacemarine chapters is craziness!
Nevertheless i will change my character if 1 more person argues with it.

[Arhra]

Oh I don't just mean you. Sorry if you took it personally.

[Stik]

it okay

[Evil Orion 666]

OOC: Can we get on with this RP now, Please! Not meaning to be pushy or anything...the necron thing sounded cool...go for a renegade dark angel or maybe an ork. just ideas from the top of my head - Evil Orion 666