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Re: Saving Zerocide: RP Content

Post by Chaos Farseer » Tue Sep 04, 2012 2:17 am

As the archway shifted shut soundlessly, Velarynl took his place at the end of the elliptical Hall of Communion. He sat, cross-legged on the bare ground, and only a glimmer of his black blue-trimmed robes could be seen in the faded light emitted from the center of the room. In the glow of the half-sphere at the room's center, Velarynl would have barely seen the faces of his six companions placed equidistantly around the chamber. He didn't need to. With his eyes closed, he could recount every detail of their appearance and every detail of their lives.

That would be something to note another time. Other matters were more pressing.

Velarynl spoke as if in deep meditation. “My companions, our return to our Craftworld will have to be delayed. The mourning of Reyalan will wait for another eight cycles.” There was a slight ripple of irritation, but it was quickly quelled. The others knew he would detract from their return only in situations of great urgency. He continued in a low voice. “The Webway portal we seek to return to is now under threat by an action of typical human stupidity. The Mon-kiegh of the moon so-called 'Zerocide' will discover a ancient civilization of their ancestors and fail to understand it. In their ignorance these humans will reactivate their old, unstable technology and destroy themselves.”

In the far left of the room, Lavryn opened his eyes and glanced at the Farseer. After a confirming nod, the male dressed in bone-white began a low chant. The winged vanes of his Wraithbone headdress glowed a pale white, quickly outshined by the growing brightness of the central sphere. Then it was dark again, but now a set of blue orbs floated in the center of the room.

“My thanks, Bonesinger.” “In typical circumstances such suicidal actions would be welcome by our kind. However, the human technology will vaporize the planet beneath their moon and destroy all life within this star system in a cataclysmic shockwave. The imperially-designated planet of Verson I is currently too close to Verson IV, and the Webway gate providing our access to this sector will be destroyed if such an event happens.

“The humans upon Zerocide will call for aid and receive it, except a contingent of planet-wasting Orks will arrive soon after. The Orks are not our concern, except they threaten man's attempts to undo this calamity.

“Therefore, our objectives are as follows. First and foremost, the disintegration of Verson IV must be halted or delayed. At the least, we must delay it twenty-three cycles until Verson I is on the opposite side of the star, where the blast will be absorbed instead. Preferably, we will detonate the planet ourselves, thereby saving us from future difficulties. Secondly, neither the Orks nor the Humans must discover of our access to this sector. If either tampers or damages with the Webway portal, all will be for naught. Simply put, the preservation of this Webway access point is critical to future endeavors.”

Steersman Catherys would have put off her question until the very end, but Velarynl knew that it was immediately relevant. “To answer Catherys' question, we will not have any reinforcements. Webway jumps to this cluster will take longer than the time we have available.” The Mariner blinked in mild surprise, before shifting in her position. Her year-cycles as a Corisair left her with a touch of restlessness that she had yet to overcome. Catherys sat still once more in her black-trimmed white robes, yet with the habitual shuriken pistol strapped to her side. The white of her robes indicated her freedom of path, a trait she was lucky to maintain despite the excess emotion she once felt.

To Velarynl's right spoke Exarch Trellaneyth. “What of our forces will require deployment in this confrontation?” He spoke with eyes closed and a near-perfect stillness in his black and deep blue trimmed robes.
“Most of our warriors will be needed for enemy boarding and lightning assaults. All four of our transports will be fully operational within the next six cycles, and armor repair can commence afterward. We shall deploy at full strength.”
“Except for Reyalan,” noted Warp Spider Avilyian.
“Unfortunately so. May he find peace one day.” Velarynl noted the warrior's continued guilt for future discussion.
“I believe my sisters and I are unsuited for the task at hand” pointed out Exarch Meldanneth, the blood-haired female to his left. “Our skills are not beneficial towards the slaughter of greenskins.”
“A comment worthy of note. Have any of the banshees taken other paths?”
“Only two have tasted other aspects of Khaine. Both once served as Dire Avengers.”
“Our shrine is unprepared for the addition of two warriors. We have no weapons and armor to spare,” responded Trellaneyth.
“The Shrine of the Wailing Cry will be kept as a reserve for the battles to come,” decided Velarynl.

The Farseer noticed the silent presence of the warrior second to the left. “Fire Dragon Galladin,” he asked, “do you have any comments to add to the discussion?”
The white-orange robed figure thought for a moment. “None at all. The predominant points have already been addressed.”
“Then this communion is complete,” said Velarynl as he stood up. “We will begin combat within eight cycles.”
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Re: Saving Zerocide: RP Content

Post by Bone2pick » Tue Sep 04, 2012 7:42 pm

Explosions reflected in her eyes. Suresi peered through the Valkyrie’s cockpit windows and marveled at the violence. The Xenos were still pouring through the atmosphere in unfathomable numbers; they had been doing so for hours on end. Laser beams zipped across the night’s sky and jet-fires burned and twinkled in every direction. Fighter crafts danced and darted, and hulking Ork Landers descended like grotesque balloons. The city would not sleep tonight.

She pulled herself away and straightened her silvery hair with gloved fingers. So much to process: her Regiment’s assignments, what hostilities would they face, what shape the other forces were in, how much time would they have to prepare? Questions hung on her shoulders like a lead blanket. The 19th Regiment was battle tested and praised, and their previous triumphs had received awards and accolades, all while under her command. Suresi was an Imperial model of success, an embodiment of military valor and brilliance, but tonight she felt like she was drowning.

She turned and walked through the rows of shock troopers seated along the hold. They were busy inspecting their gear and trading stories about their recent run in against the Xenos Stormboyz, but a few did make time to nod and smile at the Colonel as she passed. Her Lieutenant broke conversation with a nearby trooper and gave an acknowledging salute at her approach. Suresi replied with a tired smile and continued into the back of the hold, an isolated area with only one passenger seated in silence. Brother Poltas leaned his bare head against the back of his armor, his eyes closed in meditation and his empty gauntlets resting in his lap. A giant at peace. Suresi took a seat across from the warrior who didn’t rustle a hair, but who she was quite sure was entirely aware of her intruding presence. She stared into his blank face, into the only placid soul inside the Valkyrie, and then spoke.

“How do we win this?”

“We will not win.”

His answer was cold enough to make her hair stand on end. She moved uncomfortably in her seat at the bitter words and swallowed. His eyes had never opened, he remained exactly as he did before their exchange. Their conversation stayed between them, the noise of the Valkyrie keeping everyone else on board from hearing the dialogue.

“Then why fight at all?”

Poltas opened his eyes. Nothing else on the Marine had stirred, but he was now gazing down on the Colonel across from him. Suresi steadied herself and stared back defiantly at the warrior.

“Because He would fight.”

His duteous reply aroused her spirit. The resonant voice of the Doom Eagle carrying the credence of his ideals and resolution.

“Because He still fights. The greatest who ever lived never quit. He never knelt. He continues.”

The Colonel lowered her head and collected her faith. Poltas finally broke his stare and looked off into nothing. His next remark echoed familiar Chapter rhetoric.

“My body waits for those who would come claim it, and I do not fear those who will. I will look them in the eye as I enter the inevitable.”

Suresi lifted her head and looked into his Chapter’s symbol that was stamped on his pauldron, she slowly traced its image with her eyes. The Marine was distant now, looking past her, looking past everything. She nodded as the understanding came to her.

“You seek a soldier’s death. You wish to honor Him in sacrifice.”

She flinched as the Astartes snapped his gaze back, as quick as a bird of prey he focused his sight on the Colonel. It was the passion of a superhuman, it was the fierceness of the Emperor’s genetic work. He corrected the officer.

“Not for honor Colonel. Never for honor…For difference.” Poltas’ next words ended the subject. “I do not seek death: I am death.”

To Suresi the Marine was nearly as alien as the invading Xenos. His faith and doctrine were Herculean, but his stoicism was chilling. Differences aside, they would fight the same fight, and she was somehow comforted by his stability.

“For the Emperor.”

She whispered to him and saluted the Aquila. Poltas closed his eyes and returned to his meditation.
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Re: Saving Zerocide: RP Content

Post by Bjorn » Fri Sep 07, 2012 8:12 pm

----- The highest ranking member of the Imperial fists still alive, is Sergeant Arturus. He's in control, so just pretend it was him I was speaking to-------



"Sergeants. We have a new mission" The comm's crackled in to life once again. Arturus played the message back through the comm-feed.

"This is the 32nd Antonian tunnel rats requesting backup! We're being overrun!"

"It would seem these "Tunnel rats" are being overrun, so we will provide assistance. Storm troopers will deploy atop the Hab blocks and fire on the Orks from the windows and rooftops, whereas the Fists shall secure the battle lines. Valkyries will keep firing on the Orks and provide the wounded with an extraction point, before finding a place to refuel, as will our Assault rams. We will be alone with the guard until the Air support returns.The Orks wont take this quadrant from the Imperium today, because the Sons of Dorn, and the Inquisitions Storm troopers will hold. We. Will Hold." The Comm feed closed, silence filling the Valkyrie.


"Well you heard the Space marine, we have our orders!" Eight barked, the men scrambling to rearm their weaponry. Allowing himself a small smile, Eight quickly got to work too.


The aircraft's frame shook as they re-entered the lower atmosphere, before stabilizing as they approached the large Hive.

"Incoming hot, Tunnel rats get your heads down." The Pilot broadcast-ed, the Valkyries side doors swinging open, Two heavy Bolters emerging. A Rocket pod adorned each wing, the Hole puncher missiles depleted but the Rocket pod was still unused. The Valkyrie led the formation, the two Cassius assault ram's flying low beneath it, barely Twenty feet from the ground, throwing up small rubble and dust. A line of humans spread between two Hab blocks, and a wave of green quickly approached, the quickest already entwined with the Humans, performing their violent dance.

As the Valkyrie ripped through the skies above the Carnage, the 'Fists disengaged, their Cassius ram's hovering Just behind the battle, Titan's encased in Yellow emerging, striding toward the fray. Finally a Boltgun's kiss filled the air, before an eruption of noise and death followed swiftly. The Ork assault was pushed back momentarily, allowing the injured to fall back and the rest to gain their bearings. The brief respite was cut short, the chorus of Bolter's erupting again, a symphony of death, assisted by the Tunnel rat's, whose guns were now engaging those who moments ago sought to destroy them. The choir of battle was aided by the litany of fury, being bellowed by the Marines, their helmet vox-speakers whirring into life.


The Valkyrie touched down for merely a moment, before the Storm troopers had left and got to work, spreading across the rooftop as they took up firing position's.

"Cleared for Dust off." Eight yelled over the noise of the turbines, before the Valkyrie took off into the sky once more, Coming down the long corridor like street. Coming back around, the Valkyrie swung low, barely clearing the heads of the Ork's. The Bolter's on the side door's burst into life, spitting death into the horde below, killing more than could be accurately judged. The Valkyrie banked hard, hovering above the Imperial lines, before unleashing a salvo of rockets. Hundreds of small smoke trails followed their deadly payloads, before multiple explosions tore pockets into the crowd, before they were eagerly filled again by more of the Greenskin brutes.


Eight used his hand to signal to open fire, the numerous crack's of a Hellgun splitting the almost serine silence, from the rooftop of the hab-block, the tide below was simply a carpet of green, but the Las-bolt's did their work, tearing through and through anything they hit.

Eight whispered prayer's to himself as he worked, gently squeezing the trigger with rapid precision
"As we walk in his shadow, let it be he who leads us into the light."
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"And let it be he who cast's down those who would harm us"
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"For he is our lord, our master, our savior"
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"He is my father"
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"And I am his son"
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"Emperor protects"



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Arturus placed his helm over his head, the crest straightening up as it was no longer pressed down by his hand. Placing his finger to where his ear would be on the helmet, Arturus opened the comm feed to the Storm-troopers.

"Sergeants. We have a new mission" Arturus played the recently received plea for aid back through the comm-feed.

"This is the 32nd Antonian tunnel rats requesting backup! We're being overrun!"


"It would seem these "Tunnel rats" are being overrun, so we will provide assistance. Storm troopers will deploy atop the Hab blocks and fire on the Orks from the windows and rooftops, whereas the Fists shall secure the battle lines. Valkyries will keep firing on the Orks and provide the wounded with an extraction point, before finding a place to refuel, as will our Assault rams. We will be alone with the guard until the Air support returns.The Orks wont take this quadrant from the Imperium today, because the Sons of Dorn, and the Inquisitions Storm troopers will hold. We. Will Hold.". The comm feed snapped shut as Arturus moved his hand away.

"Battle brothers. Today we once more enter the fury of war. We will triumph today, or we will fall. Either way, Dorn watches over us, and we shall do him proud" Arturus slammed his hand across his breast plate, before forming the Imperial Aquila.

The Cassius shook as it entered the moon's atmosphere, but the Space marine took it into account, his stabilizers in his leg's adjusting his balance so he barely moved. Closing his fist around his blade, Caliburn, Arturus slowly pulled it from it's sheath, looking at the fine edge of the old power sword in front of his eyes, before checking his Bolt pistol, slamming a fresh magazine into the underside of it. Checking his weapons, and system's, Arturus stepped toward the door, his Brothers doing the same behind him.

"10 Seconds Sergeant, then we land behind the Guardsmen."

"Understood pilot, take us in"

The Cassius rapidly slowed, hovering above the ground, as the ramp opened, bright sunlight filtered in, but his enhanced senses quickly dealt with it. Jumping from the ramp, Arturus was already on the move, striding into the carnage that awaited mere feet from him. His Brothers followed, their Boltgun's already beginning their grim task. Arturus's raised his Bolt pistol, firing as he ran, slamming his pauldron into a nearby Ork before finishing off with a boot to the skull. Flickering the activation rune on his sword, Arturus unleashed a battle cry.

"For Rogal Dorn, and The Emperor!"

Swinging his sword in a high arc, Arturus severed the head of the closest Ork, the flesh cauterizing from the heat of the power field that encased his blade. He began chanting the Litany of fury, his Brothers empowering his voice. An Imperial Commissar began issuing orders, yelling from behind the lines yet rarely doing anything. The Battle continued, the Greenskin menace being turned back for a moment, allowing the wounded to fall back. Firing at the clearest target, The mighty guns of the Imperium once again were turned on the enemies of man, seeking bloody vengeance. The Valkyrie flew low over the mob, cutting down many with it's Heavy Bolters, before banking and hovering over the Yellow giants. Hundreds of Rocket's erupted from above, streaking into the horde and tearing chunks from it, before they were filled again.
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Re: Saving Zerocide: RP Content

Post by Cthulu Mechanicus » Sat Sep 08, 2012 12:46 pm

Pound was walking towards the Commisar, his hand reaching towards his knife. "You deserve this fether..." He muttered under his breath, ready to plunge his much-used knife into the leather-clad chest of the Commisar. Right as his hand touched the pommel, the bark of bolters erupted. A valkyrie flew over the Ork horde, bolter fire erupting from the sides, and las from everywhere else. Supercharged lasrounds flew from a building behind them, scything own the Orks. And, by the Emperor's backside, an Angel of death walked among them! He turned around, drawing his knife and charging forwards. He plunged the cold steel into the Ork, before pulling out his shotgun and unloading into another of the Xenos. He could see that the morale of the 32nd had been raised, as they charged into battle, warcries upon their lips. He smiled, and a sudden dread washed over him. Round.

Round depressed the trigger on the heavy stubber, the gun jamming far too frequently for his liking. he swivelled the weapon, scything down a pair of advancing Orks. He saw a shape flyign towards his position and swore loudly. He dived to the side, a firey explosion where the grenade had landed ripping apart his stubber. He pulled his shotgun, and let loose onto a nearby Ork. "Pound!" He called out, slowly falling back, his arms starting to hurt from the constant firing and action they were being put through.
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Re: Saving Zerocide: RP Content

Post by Bjorn » Tue Sep 11, 2012 3:45 pm

The Valkyrie continued firing into the moving green waves, it's valuable payload's killing many, but doing little over all. The sustained fire from the Imperium lines caused the Ork's to regroup and charge, a huge amalgamation of Muscle and metalwork, held together by an urge to fight led the charge, it's Triple barreled machine gun raking against the lines, cutting down some Guardsmen and pinging against the Space marine's Battle plate.

Activating the trigger rune on Caliburn, Arturus began jogging toward the Ork, timing so they would arrive at the front line at the same time. "For Dorn, and For the Emperor!" Arturus roared out, challenging the huge monstrosity. The Ork seemed to have spotted him, and let out a primal roar, and the bullets from various other Ork's weapons stopped being fired in his direction, and a path opened up.

Arturus grinned to himself. Good, the beast knows a challenge when it see's one
Bringing his speed up, Arturus pushed off an ammo crate, throwing himself into the air toward the Ork.

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Eight sighed, the pilot informing him of the current Ammunition deficit.

"Fire it all, then take some wounded and resupply. We'll hold whilst you're gone."

"Understood, Sergeant."

Leveling his rifle again, Eight continued firing, noticing the large War boss running toward the Imperial Fist Sergeant.

"Keep firing, once the Valkyrie comes back we can get down there and organize with the survivors."

Eight stayed scoped in on the imperial fist, occasionally killing an Ork that strayed too close.

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The Ork raised the triple- shoota, and opened fire from point blank range, chunks of paint and Ceremite were stripped from Arturus's plate, but they were only glancing blows, as the Sergeant landed on the Warboss's chest, bringing the pommel of his sword into the beasts temple. The Hulk staggered groggily, before regaining it's composure and raising it's mighty clawed arm. Bringing his sword up to block, Arturus struggled as the Ork pushed down on him, his servo's in his suit groaning at the pressure. His knee buckled as he collapsed down, barely keeping the claw from his face. Squeezing the trigger on his pistol, Arturus blew the monster's knee from underneath it, dark blood spraying his Yellow armor. Rolling backward, Arturus dodged the swing of the Power claw, before slashing the wires leading to the shoulder of it, disabling the arm and getting closer.

Standing on the Bosses chest, Arturus slammed his sword down, going through the center of the chest and pinning it to the rockcrete underneath, but still the beast growled and roared. Arturus looked down, staring into the piggish red eyes.

There was something in those eyes, something different. The creature was in pain. Not pain from the battle, or it's wounds, but it's life in the hands of it's enemy. The damn Xeno's felt pain. Arturus brought his boot up, and crushed the neck of the Warboss, almost severing it's head and cracking the road underneath with the force of his stomp. Yanking his sword from the ground, holding it in one hand, firing shots into Ork's that dared come close to him and their now dead leaders body.

The Valkyrie screamed overhead, more missiles hitting the horde that began to thing out.
"Sorry to be leaving, Sergeant but I must re-arm" The pilot opened a link with the Imperial fists, Heavy bolter fire raking the ground and a small group of Ork's that were approaching the Sergeant from behind.

"Understood, Pilot." Arturus replied, bowing his head slightly before walking back to the Imperium lines, some of the Guardsmen cheering.

The Imperium line held, against all odds, as the Ork's began to retreat, their attack broken with their leader dead. The Storm troopers had rappelled down the building, and began organizing the guardsmen, getting the wounded moved to the back and re supplying any weaponry.
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Re: Saving Zerocide: RP Content

Post by Bone2pick » Wed Sep 12, 2012 8:05 pm

She had asked him to speak. The 19th Armoured Regiment had gathered to reunite with their Colonel, the Iron Bride, and she had introduced them to her newly acquainted ally. He was an Astartes, a being unlike anyone she had ever met before. A man, maybe more than a man, who lived and fought by his principles. It was his zealotry that enthralled her, and his unshakable sense of duty that inspired her. Maybe her enlisted men and women would see the same.

Poltas paced like a caged lion on top the track of a parked Leman Russ. His helm was mag locked to his thigh plate and he clenched his right hand in and out of a fist. He wasn’t a practiced speaker, but he had served under some of the best for decades. Poltas looked into the faces of two thousand curious souls who were ready to listen. The 19th had been ordered to roll out and intercept a finger of the enemy army that had leaked out of their main attack on Imperator Via. They were projected to encounter a superior sized hostile force when they eventually made contact. Failure would result in the Xenos flanking the 1st, 4th, and 6th Zerocide Infantry Regiments. Failure was not an option.

Guardsmen looked to the Doom Eagle. They kneeled on the pavement, leaned against armored hulls, sat on tank track, and propped up on Lasguns. Moments passed by without a word. Soldiers took deep breaths while flashing thoughts of the coming conflict sent adrenalin trickling through their waiting bodies. A knight stood in their center, silver clad and decorated with signs of violence. He settled as he channeled words, words from the tongues of mighty Chaplins and Battle Captains, leaders of his bretheran. Poltas spoke.

“Tonight we will defend this world. For many here, it is in all respects, your world. It is the only world you’ve ever known. It is home.” The Marine’s cool voice carried far enough for all to hear. As he continued the men and women of the 19th pooled closer.

“For others like me, this is another rock to stand on and raise a fist against those who would threaten the Imperium. Millennia has taught us that who we fight is irrelevant, at their core, they are the same. Creatures of wrath; Xenos who will never satiate until everything mankind has built burns, until every last child of our race takes its last breath.”

The Guardsmen were focused, they hung on every word that left the lips of the Astartes.

“That was the reality of our past, and that is the reality of our present. Your ancestors were crusaders. They were pioneers. And when called upon, they were warriors.”

The audience muttered their agreements and a few lifted their Lasguns and helmets in salute. Suresi nodded and was grateful for the budding enthusiam growing around her. Poltas’ voice soared as he continued.

“They fought and gave their lives so that we could stand here tonight. And now here we are. Tonight the spirits call to us, to fight like them, to fight for tomorrow.”

Rifle stocks clapped as they bounced against tanks. The 19th pulsed with passion, the giant had awakened something inside them all. Soldiers rallied and threw Aquila salutes into the night sky. The Doom Eagle screamed back at them.

“If you give everything to the throne the enemy can never take away your destiny! To win or lose is insignificant- life or death is for our descendents because the truth is…”

Poltas broke for a moment to measure the men before him. He looked into their faces and knew they were ready. His next shout sent them into an uproar.

“We will become ghosts here tonight!”

The Marine paced once again, this time to the beat of cheers, applause, and battle cries. The night air was electric. Someone shouted out an impassioned “For the Emperor!” and it was echoed by two thousand more soldiers. Poltas called them once more.

“Will you bleed as your ancestors once did?”

Deafening cheers answered him.

“Will you suffer to protect tomorrow?”

The Guardsmen frenzied and launched their helmets high. The Doom Eagle held his gauntlets up and quieted his audience. The answer to his next question palpable before he spoke the words.

“Will you die with me tonight?”

Rifle stocks clapped like wardrums and the 19th cried out their support. They would walk to Hell if he would only lead them. Poltas pointed and swept his finger out at the brave souls standing around him.

“Then we are brothers.”

Fists punched into the air and the Marine closed his eyes. He tipped his head back and crowed mightily.

“Imperials- let your world hear you! What are you?!”

They answered in a thundering echo.

“Dead Already! Dead Already! Dead Already! Dead Already!”
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Post by Cthulu Mechanicus » Sat Sep 15, 2012 9:06 am

Round scanned the area quickly, looking for pound. Space marine.... Space marine... Stormtrooper... Pound! He leaped over a patch of rubble, sprinting over to his comrade. "Close call, was it not?" He asked, the worry that had flooded him rapidly disappearing. Pound nodded and grunted, his standard issue mask hiding any feelings. "Let's give the angels proper thanks, shall we?" He said, walking over to the yellow-clad bringers of death. He extended a hand. "Round, 32nd Antonian. An honour, sir." He said repectfully, nodding his head. Pound, the size of a Space marine, grunted and inclined his head as well.
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Post by Bjorn » Sun Sep 16, 2012 7:27 am

Arturus turned to face the two Guardsmen who were speaking to him. Sheathing his blade, Arturus looked them up and down, and frowned. Since his helmet covered his face, neither noticed his distaste. Glancing at the hand extended to him, Arturus remained silent as he turned his back to them and went back to cleaning his Bolt Pistol.

The Comm link clicked open, and Brother Sergio spoke over the squad feed. "The humans seem to like you, Sergeant" Sergio laughed, teasing. "It seems fit for the bottom feeders to be thanking their saviors."

"We all know of your dislike for humans, Sergio, but you would do well to remember you were once among them." Arturus returned, speaking quietly.

"Bah!" Sergio groaned into the comms. "Over a hundred years ago, my body was as weak as theirs, yet now I have become an Angel of Death."

Some snigger's arose from the other members of the squad, who outwardly showed no sign of change, continuing their duties of cleaning and moving ammunition.
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Post by Bone2pick » Sun Sep 16, 2012 9:04 pm

Headlights invaded the street, the Orks were crowded so thick they moved as angry fireflies. Stella Manu was an intersecting road of Imperator Via, and it bended deep into the heart of the Hive City. Its lanes had been generally barren a few hours before, but now fifty thousand of the enemy were racing down its spine. Wartrukks recklessly rolled on while wild greenskins hefted gas-torch lit banners flaunting sinister red suns. The Speed Kult owned the road now, and their Boss in charge was in high spirits.

His name was Eyeballa, an olive skinned monster who rode a wicked four wheeled quad bike with enough power to pull a Warbuggy out of the mud. His namesake came from his disfigurement, his right eye being bizarrely twice the size of his left on account of a painful but necessary squig organ transplant. As gruesome as he was to look at, the operation was in all other aspects a success. As Boss of an army of Evil Sunz, he maintained his status by being the most ruthless, the most cunning, and the most out of control speed freak this side of the galaxy. His warband’s original destination had been thwarted and bottlenecked on Imperator Via, so Eyeballa took his boyz on a fuel burning tour down the Stella Manu strip. He was certain the humans would be foolish enough to try to slow his boyz down, but the Evil Sunz under his command would never brake. They would never, ever, brake.

Engines popped in harmony, bikes lazily swayed and then launched into speeding straight-aways. Bumper chains dragged and skipped, and poorly rigged mufflers bounced against the cold pavement. Mayhem was on the move. The speaker inside Eyeballa’s half-helmet, a barbaric piece of equipment furiously strapped onto the right side of his head, squealed feedback as it triggered.

“Aey Baws, et luks like da oomans are dere just like yuse sed de wuld beh.”

The voice over the “speeka bawx” was none other than Mekboy Stukkbad, the ranking mechanic in Eyeballa’s warband. He had warned Stukkbad that the looming slope ahead would be a possible ambush point for the Imperial forces, and his Mekboy had just confirmed his instincts. Even though the hill was several kilometers up the road overcharged spotlights could still pick out the nesting tanks from the darkness. The 19th were in position. Eyeballa grunted back.

“Kanons n big karts?”

“Yeps, big gunz weytn fore uz.”

The Boss’ speed machine's rumble lessened as he eased back the throttle to chew on the situation. The weapons of the enemy would no doubt reap hefty losses, but the Orks still had their numbers advantage, and of course they had their speed. If the humans were hoping for an ambush, they were in for a charging surprise. Eyeballa and his Evil Sunz would hunt tonight. The speeka bawx clicked back on at the Boss’ command.

“Leht em shute. Let em try. We ryd, we blitz em.”

The Ork lord pulled his quad bike into a wheelie and sounded the charge. A noisy tide of red machines and greenskined drivers gleefully followed suit.
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Re: Saving Zerocide: RP Content

Post by NotSoNinja » Thu Sep 20, 2012 1:07 am

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Crash Report 24:00 01/01/0001
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Critical Error in “NSSCM_AI” Code: 012984570892475098274389
System Time Reset.
BIOS restored to default.
Diagnostic Result: Clean
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I…

…am “alive.” That was the second critical error in quite a short time. Protocol dictates that I inform the IT department.


Sending Crash Report… Success.
Setting Time… Done.
Restoring Configuration to Last Known Stable Iteration… Done.

Now, back to the task at hand. Beatus ille qui procul negotiis… But I am not he.

Compiling instructions… Done.
Sending Instructions to E723-B… Failure: Connection failed after three retries.
Sending Instructions to E723-B… Failure: Connection failed after three retries.
Sending Instructions to E723-B… Failure: Connection failed after three retries.
Sending Instructions to E723-B… Failure: Connection failed after three retries.

Carrier pigeons would be more effective.

Sending Instructions to E723-B… Failure: Connection failed after three retries.
Sending Instructions to E723-B… Failure: Connection failed after three retries.
Sending Instructions to E723-B… Failure: Connection failed after three retries.
Restarting Network Driver… Done.
Sending Instructions to E723-B… Failure: Connection failed after three retries.
Sending Instructions to E723-B… Failure: Connection failed after three retries.
Sending Instructions to E723-B… Failure: Connection failed after three retries.
Verifying Connection to Network: Connected. Ping to REDACTED 398ms.
Authenticating as “NSSCM”… Success.

Oh. I forgot to log in. That is a slip I normally leave to humans to make. This is worrying. I hope IT will fix me soon.

Sending Instructions to E723-B… Success.

That took way too much effort. Next task: figure out what happened while I was inoperative.
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Re: Saving Zerocide: RP Content

Post by Tuomir » Thu Sep 20, 2012 11:18 am

"We're going to the planet, and I don't like you smoking inside the ship."
Petkor hastily stubbed out the lho stick, and turned to face Chief.

"Planet? You mean Veson IV? Why... nevermind. Just tell me the coordinates."

The Demiurg handed him a data slate. "Some kind of research site. Our job is to keep the Orks out of there, and we need to get there now. A quarter of the pay comes from urgency."

Petkor sighed and inserted the data slate to a reader. "So, flying through an Ork invasion fleet to a frozen planet ravaged by strong winds to an unremarkable landing zone. Permission for a takeoff?"

Chief nodded his head, and strode off. Petkor immediately started the powerful engines, delicately in pairs to avoid excess stress to the hull. As he twisted the secondary thruster alignment switches, the ship pushed itself up from the landing pad. Pushing the main thruster power adjustment switch, he straightened his back against the chair and shut his mouth securely before the ship jumped forwards in high speed. In a matter of minutes, they'd be outside the critical gravitational pull of Zerocide.

From the hive city, the smoke battle poor air quality and blocked the sky, and the hid the immense ork spacecraft from sight. Above, the amount of rusty metal filled the horizon. However, the orks aren't well known for observing their surroundings, so flying through a fleet of junk metal wasn't much of a challenge for a ship that looked like junk metal from outside. What was worrisome was that many of the ork vessels were heading to the same direction as them, to the planet. They'd have to disappear from their sight inconspicuously so that they wouldn't lead them straight to the Imperial site.

"Chief, we may have a problem." Petkor's voice was distorted by the comm link, but he was clearly calm.
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Post by Bone2pick » Sun Sep 23, 2012 8:32 am

Suresi watched the cluster of headlights spread out across the road as the Xenos advanced towards them. The enemy proving that they weren’t downright imbeciles, they dispersed in order to not provide too juicy a target for the Imperial guns. No matter, they would suffer terrible losses from her Regiment’s cannon fire. The 19th were battle bloodied and sharply drilled, their efficiency would indubitably be praised by any commander serving under a loyal banner. The Iron Bride had three hundred and forty two tanks dug in and positioned along a rising stretch of Stella Manu. Together they were a collection of righteous fury, and they formed an enormous ‘V’ with its tip at nearly the highest point of the hill they rested on.

The two forward legs of the “V” pattern had the Leman Russ Punishers at the forefront and base of the hill. Eighteen Punishers in total, nine per leg, with nine Hellhounds split up beside them. This would form the first defensive stop, and they would rattle off earsplitting machine gun fire and breathe promethium fire across the face of the enemy.

Behind them stretched two hundred and eighty two more Leman Russ tanks who gradually tapered into the end of the “V”. Each one personally inspected by Suresi before being accepted into the fold of her glorious Regiment. Six Annihilators, twelve Vanquishers, and thirty five Eradicators were present, with the rest being the familiar Battle Tank variant.

Further back, in a staggered row at the peak of the hill, lay eight Hydra Flak tanks and sixteen Basilisks. They would be the first to fire, they would draw the first blood of the invaders. Cannons ready to unleash rapid salvos of destruction across the Hive road. And standing among them were two squads of Mars pattern Sentinels, looming machines who would wade into the coming conflict and protect the less mobile tanks.

Between the “V” were seven scattered Chimeras who would move, engage, and support wherever necessary. Filled with Shock Troopers ready to engage in the close and personal melee of the nearing battle, many of whom were equipped with deadly special weapons, each squad containing a combat Medic. One of the seven transports belonged to the disciplined Commissar Deralo, who had come to earn the trust and respect of the 19th, and in turn they had earned his admiration. One more Chimera was present, the command tank of the Iron Bride herself along with her faithful Lieutenant Garves, bringing their total to eight.

A relic of war was the V’s apex. The underside of its hull displayed a raised number, a serial number, put there millennia ago by an Enginseer of Mars. [4.1.3.] And after those numbers the name Fire Father was stamped. It was an almighty Baneblade, the crown jewel of the 19th. Born in a distant age, it still dutifully served. It was commanded by Major Zouk, second only to Colonel Suresi in the ranks of the Armoured 19th. Fire Father had been unstoppable in the past, time and time again it had turned the tide of battle in favor of yesterday’s Imperial forces. But tonight it would be tested again. Tonight it would be tested as if for the first time, and its prowess would need to live up to its legend. Shadowing the super tank was another squad of Sentinels, seven strong, ready to support its flanks.

Suresi stood outside of her Chimera and peered through a telephoto spyglass. The Orks wildly shined spotlights in every direction, and they buzzed and darted across the street. After spotting the bunkered tanks of the 19th they had accelerated into a whirling charge. She dropped the spyglass to her hip and let her gaze drift to the kneeling Assault Marine. He was as still as cut stone, coiled like a viper behind a forward Hellhound, his weapons ready in relaxed gauntlets. Poltas had cast a spell over the Colonel, it started when he fearlessly led her rescue team, and it was strengthened by a dark rallying speech, the likes of which she had never heard. She lingered on him for a moment, and then unexplainably he turned to face her. His red eye lenses reflecting eerily back, she was forced to look elsewhere. Lieutenant Garves thankfully interrupted her discomfort.

“They’ve moved in range of the Basilisks Colonel.”

Suresi nodded and opened an officer’s comm channel.

“On my count, all rear units fire in left to right echelon pattern. Three...Two...”
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Post by Bjorn » Mon Sep 24, 2012 4:23 pm

"Arturus, I'm picking up chatter about a large Orkish push in a sector not too far from here. I suggest we redeploy quickly in order to provide extra defense to the area. We have Two Tarantula turrets available to deploy, and some heavy weapons available too. Defensive positions could easily be set up."

"Understood Sergio, solid advice." Arturus replied, opening a group comm feed to all the Imperial fists. "Prepare to move out Brothers, we will redeploy into a defensive position in another quadrant." The Imperial fists saluted, as they began to shift crates of ammo back onto the assault ram.

"Imperial Guard, Here me. We are redeploying to further aid your fight, by defending against a larger assault elsewhere. I recommend you hold here, or retreat to a more defensible position. Emperor protects." Making the sign of the Aquila to the commissar, Arturus turned and walked to Eight.

Eight turned to face the marine, nodding his head slightly in respect.

"We are leaving Storm trooper. You may join us, or you may leave. Whichever you feel is tactically viable." Arturus made the sign of the Aquila again, awaiting a response.

Eight returned the salute, and answered quietly. "We will join you, Sergeant."

"Very well. Join us inside the Assault ram, since your Valkyrie is currently indisposed." Arturus turned and walked to the yellow craft, standing aside as Eight and his squad walked into the dim red glow, joined by the other marines.
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Re: Saving Zerocide: RP Content

Post by Bone2pick » Sun Sep 30, 2012 8:53 pm

“One…Fire.”

There was an instant right before, the reputed calm before the storm. Guardsmen held their breath and bit their lips while they bid their fond memories goodbye. It was only a second, a hanging moment, and then it came. The sound of synchronized artillery, the air around them exploding as if it bellowed from the pipes of an infernal organ. Suresi stood on the ramp of her Chimera to watch her Basilisks hit their marks, and the blooming fires on the black street seconds later confirmed they did indeed. A sharp diagonal inferno sliced into the forward ranks of the greenskins, and shrapnel puffed into the air like confetti. The Colonel exhaled with satisfaction and then marched into her transport, and as the access ramp was sealing closed she spied the power field activate on the Doom Eagle’s axe.

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The tank’s Engineer flicked figures swiftly across his data slate. He called out the incoming information to the mustached officer beside him. The sharp almond eyes above the mustache belonged to a twenty four year veteran of the Imperial Guard, Major Zouk, second in command of the Armoured 19th. Zouk monitored the tactical screen before him, stopping periodically to confer with a Pilot or his Engineer. A chair twisted round and its occupying Gunner spoke up at his commander.

“Your orders Major?”

Zouk was entranced at the tactical screen displaying Basilisks’ rounds pounding the charging enemy into refuse. He slipped back into authority and addressed his Gunner.

“Lets put one in their belly.”

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The racing quad bike lurched onto the sidewalk in order to avoid the promethium inferno. Six forward bikers had just been vaporized by the human bombardment but the only reaction Boss Eyeballa emitted was a guttural laugh. Anarchy had always amused him. The weak enemies ahead would cull a few of his speed kult, but plenty would make it. Plenty of Evil Sunz would ride and crash into the spongy rows of humans, ripping and tearing through their pathetic ranks at dizzying speeds. Eyeballa could practically taste their fear as he wildly banked back onto road.

-----

Poltas leaned against the rumbling Hellhound as sapphire energy played along the blade of his waiting axe. The Marine was a one man ambush waiting to spring on unaware Xenos prey. He turned in time to witness the Baneblade unleash its primary cannon, an incredible demonstration of what Imperial anger looked like. He was certain whatever crossed its potent sights wouldn’t live to regret it. Diligently he scanned the open comm channels of the 19th for updates.

[Hailing: 2sq]

Poltas blink clink and accepted the page.

“Acknowledged.”

“My lord, I’m contacting you regarding an interesting transcript I’ve just received. It’s partially corrupted but the dialogue between a nearby resistance force is in fact, discernable.”

“And?”

“Well, it sounds like you may be getting some reinforcements soon.”
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Re: Saving Zerocide: RP Content

Post by Chaos Farseer » Tue Oct 02, 2012 2:30 am

Catherys recoiled from the console. “Farseer--”
She felt her hair rise and a buzz filled the air. The room filled with a bright light and Velarynl stepped out of the portal. “There is no need for you to shout. It's something new, is it not?” He stood in the room wearing his traditional black runic armor, except on his back was a purple Warp Jump Generator. The runes on its back sucked up all the light and the jump generator hummed again. The Farseer took off his Ghosthelm and clamped it to his belt.

The steersman blinked once before regaining her composure. “Farseer, something in Imperial space is interfering with our scans of their communications.”
Velarynl raised an eyebrow. “How is that possible? We've always been able to sift through their vox-broadcasts.”
Catherys raised her arms in confusion. “All the frequencies are saturated with a single cycling pattern, both loud and meaningless.”
“I cannot believe the mon-kiegh intend to block our observations if they do not know of our presence. Will you let me hear this pattern?”
She stood up and to the side. “Without question, Farseer.”

Velarynl kneeled down in front of the smooth console and closed his eyes. He laid his hand on the glowing stone protruding from the panel. He emptied his mind and let the sounds

MATAIFA YA TERRA IMEKUWA ALIFFAMISHA NA NGUVU ZAO KUFIKA

The Farseer snatched his hand away and severed the link. He gasped and then took a few calming breaths. “I understand your situation, Catherys,” he said before steeling his mind and trying again.

SHWARI. HII SI MTIHANI AU DRILL. AUTOMATED GENERAL WARNING FOR SEGMENTUM OBSCURUS. EMERGENCY STATUS IS NOW IN EFFECT. VERSON SYSTEM TO BE EVACUATED

Velarynl tensed as he let the broadcasts flow through his mind. He sat in front of the console, eyes squeezed shut, as still as a statue, for nearly a minute. Then he lifted his hand off the interface stone.
“It is no easy task, but one can adjust to the pattern.” He looked towards Catherys, who was now sitting down on her hands. “It is a message, cycling through a primitive form of Low Gothic and what I surmise to be other languages as well.”
'The United Nations of Terra do not match any organization I know of in my studies of Human history. Such an organization could not exist during or after the rule of mankind's Emperor. This entity may not know such a fact. If such an entity believes the United Nations still exists, it must not be communicative with the Imperium, therefore not unnecessarily afraid of communication with our kind. Therefore, such an entity need not be an enemy. First, it would be prudent to determine what state of knowledge and alignment this entity currently exists within.'
The Farseer opened his eyes again. “Steersman, can we send focused transmissions over the current interference?”

-={0}=-

Chaos. The space near that moon is as disorganized as… I have no appropriate data to make this analogy. A large object recently crashed into another one, both exploded, and now it is virtually impossible to detect anything past the debris field. I assume they are spacecraft, but they haven’t moved to the evacuation point. Given my resources and the condition of space in that area, direct contact is out of the question. That leaves me with two options: 1) leave them or 2) fix the problem so they may (I assume) fight their war uninterrupted. Programming dictates that I choose option number 2.

Query: Status to E723-B… Success. Return:
“Cleanup in progress. 8 rover(s) deployed. Atmospheric circulation limited. Local cleansing only. Alert: with full atmospheric circulation, efficiency would improve by 286%.”

Integrating rover “Proverbial Eagle”… Success.

Let’s go find Atmospheric Control…

Incoming transmission from TD7...
Receiving Data… Done.
Transmission Log:
[Recieved on distress band 121.5MHz]
“Attention. This is Magos Arkhan of the Mechanicus vessel Resonance Fury. State your rank and purpose or be destroyed.”
"Thank you for contacting NSSCM on 121.5 MHz. This is an automated emergency response to your query. Your evacuacuation/quarentine area is: Veson VI geostationary orbit. If you require direction, please contact NSSCM agan with your current velocity, thruster locations, fuel level, mass, and any non-standard propulsion systems you have. Thank you, and have a nice day."
“NSSCM, the Adeptus Mechanicus have no intention of leaving this sector. You are commanded to halt your disrupting broadcasts at once.”

Accessing “Adeptus Mechanicus Data Archive”… Done.
Executing TriangulateSignal(Observer4, E723-B, Voyager 376)…
Executing TraceCall(TD7)…

Resonance Fury is not in the database, which claims to have all existing spacecraft on file. Arkhan is missing, presumed dead.

Sending Reply… Success.

-={0}=-

"Resonance Fury, this is NSSCM AI. Magos Arkhan Land, your position is suspect. The Resonance Fury is not a vessel on file with the Adeptus Mechanicus. But congratulations. You have managed to take Our attention from more important things. Please state your purpose so that I may get back to preventing undesirable situations."

Velarynl felt the words seared into his mind, yet more gentle than the drowning mantra of its 'emergency message'. He focused past the neverending message to listen at all of space. It was far from a void. Instead, it was an echoing canyon of whispers and cries and shouts. With the booming message ringing by, he could not focus in onto the specifics of the quieter calls. Nor could he release his connection to the communications, for to miss a response from this entity could prove disastrous. Fortunately, the wait was tolerable.

“Interesting. If your purpose is the same as ours, then you would have no need to flood all communication vectors. All we wish to do is observe.”

A simple and logical defense. Now all there was to do was wait.



and wait.



and wait.



Merciful Lileath, what type of primitive communi


"Resonance Fury. This is NSSCM. We are unfamiliar with the term 'vector' in relation to communication. If you are referring to the emergency beacon, U.N.T. law requires that the beacon remain active until the state of emergency has expired. If you simply wish to observe, then observe. Do not waste Our time. Should you need traffic direction, feel free to contact Us on 118-137MHz. This band is for emergency use only."

“Entity, you do not grasp the situation within this sector. So long as your 'beacon' remains active, we shall not fully comprehend either. We will willingly explain our knowledge of the current encounter if you intend not to harm us directly or otherwise. Such a guarantee would require us to understand your involvement within the current crisis.
It is worth noting that the knowledge of our existence cannot spread outside of this series of broadcasts. If such information were to become commonplace our mission would be jeopardized, which would cause a chain of events easily leading to the demise of the star system. It is in your best interest to make sure this secret remains in its current state.”

"Thank you for contacting NSSCM on 121.5MHz. Your call is important to us. Please hold while your call is processed."

Velarynl severed the link. The resounding words of the messages culled down to only a mild headache. He stood up. “I must attend to other matters. Time is dwindling away and will soon be out of our reach. Catherys, attend to this dialogue. When the entity in question sends another message, pass it along to me. Until then, it would be a worthy use of your skills to filter out the pattern.” The Farseer spoke without focus on her or any other being in the room. The Steersman quickly took her position back at the console. Velarynl stepped out through an open archway, seemingly talking to himself. “We cannot afford to be dependent upon this entity.”
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