dwi
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The crazy Canadian
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Post by dwi on Oct 16, 2011 7:30:02 GMT -5
Sergeant Major Tarvel White of the 707th Athonian Tunnel Rats cursed as he bit his lip when the Chimera bounced over a pile in bodies that were to be burned but were instead just thrown away.
Sitting his body down and trying to staunch the blood that was soaking in to his thick, wild, walrus moustache (which was quite beyond regulation length) he took a look at his fellow pasengers.
The man in front was the polor oppaste of White. His cast and refined words spoke of up hive breeding as did his well made but slightly crumpled and stained uniform. He wore the badge of the 393rd Thertess PDF and had a lieutenant's pins. As he looked down his nose at White, White saw the slight red flushing of the skin that indacated a heavy drinker, he also looked to be the oldest next to the 54 year old White
Finely stopping the blood he turned to look at the man next to him.
He was Cadian, though, strangly he had brown hair rather than the normal blond, he had a look about him that said he was no stranger to war just as all Cadians had. He was about an inch shorther than White was and not as heavy but still a solid looking fellow.
Drop trooper White taged him
Net were to ther Cadians. A Sergant and a private. Bolth wore the same uniform and badges marking them out a 101st Cadian and from their 2nd Platoon's mechanized transport division to boot if their tiny badge pins were corect!
The 101st Sergeant is the real killer among us White thought though I could be wrong
Thinking back he knew he could have been wrong about a lot of things. Why do they need me as a guide? he thought The Up hiver knows this hive. It's his home world for the Emperor's sake!And the Cadians!? What are they doing here? Their boys are on the other side of the HIve! There must be somthing to this! It ain't normal!
Sighing he slouched back in the seat and begain to play with his long pony tail (aslo beyoung regulation standards) and think some more.
Yes he thought I may just be being paraniod, still yuou don'y grow up on my home world and live by being the trusting type
He knew what he had to do next Sitting up he looked each man in the eyes.
"So" he asked "what are you doing in the sick zones"
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Post by Soap on Oct 16, 2011 10:51:58 GMT -5
Azrel Garvel lost in deep thought. He hated small talk with strangers, almost as must as he distrusted them. "Orders", he responded, a little more abrupt than he ment. "You are to show us the designated sites as briefed. We need to have visual confirmation on areas that first rebels may be in hiding, and also places civilians would be expected to take shelter". Garvel opened his left brest pocket pulling out a folder scrap of paper and handing it over to the guide. "That's the list of suspected locations we have information on, now we just drive by, take an image, then rtb, oh sorry, return to base". Taking the note back he replaced it back into his pocket. "But I must admit" he said looking around the tight compartment of the chimera, "we really do have a mixed bag along for the ride".
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Oct 16, 2011 22:42:51 GMT -5
"Three Cadians, an Athonian, and a Thertess part timer? That's hardly what I would call a mixed bag Sergeant." Gable emphasized the other man's rank. "The platoon I dropped in with had a dozen Cadians and the rest of the platoon came from men from over a dozen worlds. Navy formations are typically heavily mixed."
Lt Michael Gable spoke just loud enough to be heard inside the vehicle. The young officer still felt uncomfortable in his salvaged armor, despite being the correct size it just did not fit as well as the armor he was forced to abandon after landing. His weapons had been meticulously cleaned but were still battered.
Looking at the rest of the men in the Chimera he read the expressions of each. The pair of Cadians form the 101st he knew would be reliable and the Anthonian Sergeant Major was obviously a veteran of many campgains. The weak spot would be the other officer in the lot, the Thertess Up-hiver, there was a aura of inexperience around him that worried Gable.
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Post by Soap on Oct 17, 2011 7:58:21 GMT -5
"All due respect sir", Garvel paused making sure the 2nd Lt was listening. "Where we are from isn't the only thing I am getting at". Leaving closer, Garvel spoke so only the officer could hear as the Chimera lurched forward. "We have a couple of fighters among us, a guide, and two officers - one a drunk". Letting the information slip in, Garvel sat back into his chair. "Its lonely out here, one Chimera, us few. Something doesn't add up, It is very lonely indeed".
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Post by Trickstick on Oct 17, 2011 8:01:45 GMT -5
Feathkin-Bodfields sat quietly in the chimera, wondering how he had managed to pull this baby sitting job. The Captain had told him to be 'liaison' to the Guard units on this operation, but he knew exaclty why he had been sent. The Captain was sick of losing all of his money and probably wanted Felicia to himself for a few nights. Well, there was little to do but try and survive the assignment.
He ignored the old man's attempts at small talk; he couldn't stand the smell of him. Scum, to be sure. What could you expect of a regiment that was called the 'rats'?
"Part timer? Did you just call me a part timer, boy? I'll have you know that I was putting down heretics and mutants when you were still suckling at your mother's teat. I hear you insult me again and I shall demand satisfaction."
He would have to keep an eye on Gable. In Feathkin-Bodfields' experience, young officers meant trouble. They either got themselves killed or promoted above him, both of which may put him in more danger.
At least the other Cadians should be little trouble. They seem to be a disciplined lot. Good fodder for the enemy.
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Oct 17, 2011 11:15:58 GMT -5
Gable ignored the Up-hiver. Putting down an insurrection every few years was not combat experience, not to Gable and not to any true son of Cadia. Nor did his threats, from a tactical stand point though Gable was light for his height, a result of both the Commando training and the fact that the campaign he was with previously had gone poorly and food was heavily rationed and he had spent his first three weeks on the planet evading being killed by the enemy as he made his way back to friendly lines, if Feathkin-Bodfields ever tried to make good on his threats Gable would definatly be out-classed by weight. It was getting more and more obvious to the Commando why Feathkin-Bodfields was still a lieutenant. Tapping Garvel on the shoulder Gable spoke into his ear.
"Sgt Garvel, in the Commandos we run things a little less formally. You have something important to say just say it. No need to go through pomp and circumstance while on mission. Pass the word to the private and the Anthonian. Do it quietly, the last thing we need is that overblown, drunken disgrace of an officer complaining how undisciplined this operation is. Is that understood?"
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Oct 17, 2011 11:46:52 GMT -5
Gable ignored the Up-hiver. Putting down an insurrection every few years was not combat experience, not to Gable and not to any true son of Cadia. It was getting more and more obvious to the Commando why Feathkin-Bodfields was still a lieutenant. Tapping Garvel on the shoulder Gable spoke into his ear.
"Sgt Garvel, in the Commandos we run things a little less formally. You have something important to say just say it. No need to go through pomp and circumstance while on mission. Pass the word to the private and the Anthonian. Do it quietly, the last thing we need is that overblown, drunken disgrace of an officer complaining how undisciplined this operation is. Is that understood?"
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Post by Soap on Oct 17, 2011 16:31:05 GMT -5
Garvel drew a grin and whispered back into his new friends ear. "Just play the game with him, let him think he is in control". The chimera rocked as it took a left. The amber light that had illuminated the compartment changed to red, and with a well drilled reflex, Garvel raised the head set of the internal vox to his ear and mouth. "Report!" Silence followed with short you the point questions. "How many?", "armed?", "Hostile or civilians?". Garvel replaced the head set. "Gentlemen, our driver reports civilians ahead. Some sort of protest. Unarmed from what he can tell". Garvel stood and began opening the top hatch. "Lets see what's going on". And with that, the hatch give and fresh air swamped in. The sun was setting up ahead and the blood red sky was littered with towers. The crowed was quiet quiet if it was a protest. Garvel took a long opened mouth look. "Emperor help us".
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dwi
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The crazy Canadian
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Post by dwi on Oct 18, 2011 4:17:44 GMT -5
"Garvel?" White asked "What do ya see son?" A dumb thing to ask he knew. White could here the hungry moans from outside, even over the APC's throaty noises
"Ah frak it!" White cursed after a few moments with no reply. "Zombies" He muttered. He was pretty sure but he had to be spot on
The back hatch opened!
Feeling unease he steped out only figgering out to late he had forgoten his lasgun back at main bace! "Damn this old mind!" He knew it could be some of his fellow 707th but it could have been those basted traitor army. If it was the later he would do his best to beat 'em all to death.
"Gabe your with me!" White barked in his best parade ground voice "Up Hiver! Boy! You stay here and help the Sergeant if theres trouble!" He hated giveing orders of COs but this place was his turf. He and the 707th had been in this part of the outerhive for over a year and guarded and watched the ill and protected any unsick refugees they could find
Cursing again he drew his old back up, a battered revolver that had seen more servace than he had and steped out in to the lights with Gabe in tow
(OOC: Sorry shugo for pulling you with me but I needed some back up, hope you don't mind. Of cource your char is an LT so he can just refuse my order)
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Oct 18, 2011 6:22:25 GMT -5
Joshua Hosidius dismounted the Chimeras hull heavy bolter and comm operators position as he reached for the leaver to open the hatch to the passengers compartment. "Alrighty boys, comms appear to be in a shamble we are receiving some kind of interference." He looked around as Garvel closed the top hatch and climbed down the ladders rungs.
"Emperor help us".
"Whats out there" as he donned his revolver. He placed his hand on the overhanging railing and walked back into the drivers cabin. Grabbing the chimeras Auspex as he scanned the area.
"I'm picking up dozens of contacts closing in outside."
Joshua's attention was then earnt as the chimeras rear hatch light began to spin.
"Who opened that. Close it now!"
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Post by Trickstick on Oct 18, 2011 21:38:17 GMT -5
Feathkin-Bodfields was taking a swig from his hip flask when the trouble started.
"Alright tyou thrice-damned sump-lickers, get your arses in gear and have at them! Or would you like to taste some of my cold steel?"
On that note he threw open the top hatch of the chimera and opened fire with his stub pistol. At least the two men who had left would draw some fire away from him, and he could look suitably brave while in relative safety.
"I said get firing you dogs!"
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Oct 19, 2011 1:40:38 GMT -5
OOC: (Its fine, like Gable said to Garvel, Air Commandoes are a little more informal being a Special Operations units.)
"Right on your ass Sergeant Major."
Gable climbed out of the Chimera, weapon at the ready. This would the first time he would go into battle against Plague Zombies but nothing could be more terrifying than Necrons, or so Gable hoped.
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Oct 19, 2011 5:09:50 GMT -5
Joshua watched as Bruce attempted to close the rear hatch bear handed.
"It won't work its all automated, it would take a dozen people to raise that."
He slapped the door mechanism.
"No response, emperors mercy. Driver get us out of here."
"Can't do that sir, engines overheated."
"Dammit somebody get on that turret multilaser and establish a defensive perimeter. While I attempt repairs, if not we will have to continue the rest of the way on foot. And Emperor be damned if I have to walk through a zombie infested city."
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Post by Soap on Oct 19, 2011 6:28:21 GMT -5
Garvel watched for a second as everyone tried to be the heroic leader. Time moved in show motion, people moved out taking the fight to the what looked to be unarmed foe. The noise of gun fire echoed through the chimera. "W-wait! Evac now! Go!"
Garvel made for the exit repeating himself at the top of his lungs. "Go go go!" . Garvel ran for the opposite building. Not looking back, just shouting for the others to join him.
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dwi
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The crazy Canadian
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Post by dwi on Oct 19, 2011 18:17:46 GMT -5
(OOC: Alrighty then this is where the fun starts! As with may RP games this RP will have certen events that may or may not have an inpact on the game! Now this new stuff is up in the air so I want your thoughts)
White skidded to a halt so quickly Gabe just about bumped in to him. He was torn. He could here Garvel shouting for all of them to follow him but upahead he could here las fire and barked orders
Curseing himself for a fool he remembered that the 707th's, Tenth company's 7th platoon, had set up a few streets down to help the local refugees just that morning. The message and his untrusting mind had fogged that memory over. The 7th had lost most of it's men a few months before when they had been ambushed for some traitors. Now with only 30 men and only a few heavy weapons White knew that they would not last long against all those zombies and whatever traitors were undoubtly with them.
(Player Choice: Option 1: Follow Garvel and find shelter Reward: Antique Pistol. Get away without a fight Punishment: The Platoon and the reffugees with most likely die. Due to this you may or may not have a hard time bartering with 707th Quartermasters in the future
Option 2: Follow White and save the platoon and refugees Reward: Sawed-off Dubble barreled shot gun. May have a good time bartering with 707th quatermasters in the future Punishment: Will have to fight in a brutal street fight and risk injery
OOC: Place your votes by writeing up what your char thinks Like this:)
White was sure that he wanted to get away but deep down he could not bring himself to do it. These were poor folks they were talking about for the Emperors sake! And his comrades were over there too! He was no liveing saint but even he had standards! He just hoped for the sake of his fellows down there that Gabe and the others felt the same
(OOC: Also as a party choice the punishments and rewards will effect all of us. This will be driffrent with single player char choices)
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Post by Trickstick on Oct 19, 2011 19:06:24 GMT -5
Feathkin-Bodfields soon realised that he could not stay with the stricken chimera.
He knew that his best chance to get through this was to put as many men between him and the enemy as possible. After all, is that not why The Emperor let such peasants survive? He just hoped that he could keep the others between him and any infected.
So Feathkin-Bodfields jumped down from the roof and ran after White.
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Oct 19, 2011 21:42:12 GMT -5
Gable knew the danger but he was a soldier and a soldier marches to the sounds of the guns. He would follow White to rejoin the NCO's regiment. Only in death does duty end.
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Oct 20, 2011 4:00:37 GMT -5
Joshua stood on top of the chimera as he wrenched off the engine panel.
"Well this thing is fried, nothing I can do."
He grabbed the ladders rung and climbed down hitting the ground running to Whites location.
"Theres safety in numbers and I am the Emperors servant I will give my life if thats whats asked."
He looked behind him and raised his sidearm. Thinking you know its bad when the guns stop firing.
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Post by Soap on Oct 20, 2011 6:26:52 GMT -5
Garvel risked a look back hearing the sound of las rifles firing, along with the odd boom as someone let go with a shot gun. He stopped running, and saw everyone disembark the chimera and head towards the fire fight.
Safety in numbers.
The hatch where the driver was swung open, and the chimera exploded into a massive fire ball. A vapour trail of where several rockets had travelled still hung in the air. Garvel noticed they had came from a high window where, no, it couldn't have been...
Taking stock of what was going on, Garvel watched the group he travelled with descend down the street. For Garvel though, he wanted revenge for his comrades death, and headed for the building where the rockets has been fired from. Las pistol in hand, Garvel went looking for a fight.
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Post by Soap on Oct 24, 2011 11:19:20 GMT -5
Passed the burning chimera, Garvel moved swiftly towards the building. The hoard of bodies had been detected by the explosion and stood dumbfounded at the flames. Garvel watched the group he had travelled with move down the street. A good 100 metres further down from him.
Garvel stopped short of the building. He could see the windows had been boarded up. He moved to the door and give a push. Nothing. The door was very secure from the inside. He saw movement and ducked down.
"frak!" He cursed under his breath. "Plan b it is then".
He stepped forward and kicked a las pistol that was hiden in the darkness. Picking it up he noticed it was well used and was kitted with a scope. Checking the power pack, Garvels mouth cracked a smile.
"Time to regroup then!" He muttered. And ran to meet up with the group trying best to avoid the undead, which proved harder than it should have been. Garvel was thankful for a second weapon.
*oor: that's the second weapon as detailed in player profile*
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dwi
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The crazy Canadian
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Post by dwi on Oct 24, 2011 11:38:27 GMT -5
Pounding down the street towards the sounds of las fire White found he was running out of breath. Red in the face he vaulted the defenve line ans came face to face with a rather frazzeled looking trooper.
"Wheres Lieutenant Garth?" He asked raising his voice over the sounds of gun fire "Dead! Go talk to Colour-Sergeant Fin!" the trooper said running off "Old Fin?" White asked himself "Damn hes still with us!" Running towards the command post he herd a rather tired but very loud voice boom across the yard. "You lazy bastards! Fight! This not where we will go to meet the Emperor!" he pun around as he herd White and his friends behind him "WHITE!" he bellowed with a huge grin on his old face and claped White in to a bear hug "Been a long time old friend!" "Aye" White said Fin was the oldest man in the 707th and it showed, his face was colered in wrinkles, scars and even a few liver spots. White did not know how old he truley was but if the rumers were ture he could have mustered out a long time ago
"Right lets ge set up lads!" White said turning to his comrades "Err... Gabe got any ideas on how we do this?"
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Oct 25, 2011 0:00:14 GMT -5
Gable paused and looked at White and Fin. He turned and looked at the line of ragged Anthonians.
"Make sure the platoon is formed up in a crossfire. Detail some of the walking wounded to secure our rear. Once the horde get within 15 meters of the perimeter pull back and form a skirmish line. We need to protect the civilians at all costs."
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Oct 25, 2011 6:57:54 GMT -5
Joshua looked to Gable eerily, in the open was no place for a vehicle operator. He vanished all negative thought from his mind and looked at the objective in front of him. He nodded his head.
"As you wish Gable. It will be done."
He took up position in amongst the firing line. Taking careful aim down his weapons sight, revolvers ancient weapons only good for six shots better make them count. He lined up his first target's head as he began pulling the trigger.
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Post by Trickstick on Oct 25, 2011 9:56:05 GMT -5
Feathkin-Bodfields heard Gable give the order for the walking wounded to form a rear picket.
"Are you mad man? You know what those wounded by these spawn turn into. Form a firing detail and be done with them, lest we find their teeth on our necks afore the morrow."
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Post by shugotenshi47 on Oct 25, 2011 12:56:48 GMT -5
"The walking dead come from the Curse of Unbelief. During the Liberation of Kathur numerous guardsmen were wounded by the zombies but their faith kept them from falling victim to the plague. However, not all men are a strong as those guardsmen. Feathkin-Bodfields," Gable looked at the PDF officer. "Take two men from the firing line and the walking wounded and make sure none of the civilians turn on us. Separate the wounded and give the Emperor's Benediction to those who start to turn or those unable to move. When you're done I want you back here. We must try to hold our initial perimeter but if we can't I need ever leader I have o make sure our withdrawal does not become a rout!"
Gable turned away from the PDF officer and joined the firing line.
"Conserve your ammunition! Take your time, these monsters are in no hurry!"
Lining up his first shot Gable began firing his battered laspistol.
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