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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 20, 2007 12:46:21 GMT -5
Falcon walked silently into the hagar and preped for everything and anything. Knife strapped to his boat, weapons ready and loaded, pistol secure at his side and everything else stowed. He quickly got onboard and waited departure.
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on Oct 20, 2007 13:03:02 GMT -5
After reaching the hangar Aki quickly boarded the drop ship. He took a quick look around. So right now only that guy who talked to him in the messhall, that mercanry and that silent guy were there already. Nodding to the others Aki sat down on one of the free places for vox casters. He grabbed the standard issue tri-dome helmet that was hanging from his belt and started preparing it. After a few moments the helmet was in place with closed visor and placed rebreather. ((Looks like the Kasrkin helmets and the Forgeworld Cadians with rebreathers, or the picture in the Codex: IG))
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 20, 2007 15:08:23 GMT -5
Critchley looked around "every one sound off" his voice boomed esailey rising above the nosie echoing off the high roof and around the hall as he looked around at the assembled squad if he was not mistaken only azlar was mising... that aragont sod he is a colnol comisar and he is no where to be seen. critchley looked for static praying he had not under estimated the man
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 20, 2007 16:06:12 GMT -5
"Falcon Ready and Willing Sir!" Falcon hated Orbit to Ground Drops. You were more likely to die in them, sometimes, then to die from enemy fire.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2007 21:14:07 GMT -5
Arcangel could hear Critchley from behind the doors as he swiped the access card again, revealing the massive space of the hangar bay. He squinted and saw the rest of the squad enter the drop ship, arcangel sprinted off int that direction, swerved and stopped just in front of the retractable doors, pulled a straight face and strolled in.
For some reason again, arcangel found himself sitting next to what used to be the rank of lance corporal, Falcon Horce he must be. He glanced at his pin and at falcon's, Since they were all by the rank of staff sergeant, arcangel felt a bit safer to a more lesser chain of command than the other higher ranking officials. Arcangel grinned, "Don't you just love orbital drops" he said in a melancholy tone.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 20, 2007 21:17:27 GMT -5
"haha,I hate em. Last time a guy in my platoon bit his toung off in the landing!" Falcon said with a kinda sarcastic tone to his voice. "So......Arcangle...is it? Whered you come from? Im from the Cadian 117th Light Infantry."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2007 5:33:41 GMT -5
"Nasty this kind of stuff eh?"
"Yeah it is, real name is Kevin angel, but everyone calls me arcangel, private first class, part of a veteran outfit from the cadian7th back on Cadia. Wasn't born there though, came from Mordia, was enlisted into the Iron guard, served there for about 4 years and was transferred into the "lucky sevens" back on Cadia. Guess im gonna run out of luck with these guys on my back"
Arcangel leaned over to Falcon and whispered to him "These bastards are gonna get us all killed, i'd watch out if i were you, you can never trust a commissar, those snobs think they can do anything, seen what happened back at the hall? But hey, i guess you can say they're one of the best, should be interesting, hehehe"
At that, Arcangel began speaking normally again, "So where are you guys stationed?"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 21, 2007 11:07:50 GMT -5
' I'm here Captain, but why I don't know' Drang called out to Critchley, who, he was pleased to note by the suprise evident for about a microsecond before the man assumed his traditional expression of barely suppressed contempt , had not seen him lurking in the shadows.
Nevermind, thought Drang as he up the ramp and up into the seating area, opposite to the Regnarian, who had wisely already suited up in case of a preassure collapse. Drang decided to do the same, but after a breif inspection he found that none of the damned things would fit comfortably. Instead, he simply opted to tear out one of the rebreather units and attach it to over his shoulder. With the rest of the squad was still busy getting into the acceleration seats, he smiled enigmaticly to the Regnarian, pulled a his hat over his eyes and tried to doze.....
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 21, 2007 11:19:20 GMT -5
"Spent almost my whole life in the military. Born and raised on Cadia. Nothin too different from most places really. Just the fact that you get thrown in to the Guard most of the time whether you like it or not. But you already knew that didnt you?" Falcon itched to leave. The basic guardsmen are here way befor the Col. Commissar. Huh, figures.
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 21, 2007 13:36:30 GMT -5
The Colonel Commissar left his quaters after a meditation and a consoul with the ships Priest.
He stopped by the Munitorium, and decided to arm up for City Fighting, as that is what they would be doing, but as they were not going in Ranked, he would make himself look like a trooper.
He took out the Hellgun and then slung it over his shoulder, meaning he now was armed with a Hellgun, Bolt Pistol, Power Axe, Mono-Filament knife.
"There you go" was the last words the offical said, to which the Colonel Commissar turned on his heel and walked off.
Now the Colonel was ready.
He strode into the hanger, 20 minutes later, but oh well, that Critchely was a pompus fool, who needed to be told what to do, The Colonel Commissar had a thought that High Command had only put him here to keep an eye on him.
The Colonel Commissar stood there, at the bottom of the ramp, looking imposing. 6 Foot tall, with a lean face, short cropped hair, with a medium build to him, wearing his standard issue flak armour, and a Commissar hat, with his storm cloak billowing behind him. His ankle guards, between his boots and his shin, had Skulls painted on him. With A Mono-Filament futher down his left leg, and a Hellrifle slung over one shoulder, his rucksack slung onto his back.
He strode up the ramp, and stepped into the hanger, slinging the items on his back onto a nearby empty seat, before walking to Critchely.
"Im sorry im late, I was meditating and talking to a Priest" the Colonel Said, before again, turning on heel and leaving, to be seated.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 21, 2007 14:36:41 GMT -5
Critchley glared at Azalar looking at his chrono piece, but not saying anything as he looked at Azalar get on the drop ship. as he counted the already seated troopers and smiled.
He activated the mirobead in his ear quickly, "this is Critchley to pilot....... take us in now" he grinned as the droop ramp slowly raised up the hydraulics whirring as they pulled it up and sealed it. as he turned walking between the drop seats.
"hang on gentlemen, this is the express elevator to hell. Next stop hexor8. Going down"
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Post by twerd on Oct 21, 2007 19:01:35 GMT -5
The underground tunnels seem to be getting smaller and smaller there was no light expect the few still working street lamps. lighting couldn't tell how long he was down there but he knew they were there tracking him silently moving here and there. lighting knew what they were lokking for him he had seen them attack the scouting party ripping them to shreds. lighting shuddered as the memory resurfaced like a nighmare expect it wasn't the humans if you could call them that were still there. Moving down a tunnel in to the blackness with only the faintest blue glow from his plasma gun to gude him lighting continued to walk into entirenty only 6 words keep going through hi mind "help will come, the emporer protects."
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 21, 2007 20:55:59 GMT -5
Hey twerd.....you kinda have to sighn up......and were full........unless you talked to crithcley......so....ya.
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Post by twerd on Oct 21, 2007 22:32:24 GMT -5
i have talked and i;m in reread this thread and you'll see where i fit into all this
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 21, 2007 23:13:37 GMT -5
twerd: Ok sweet. @ Game: Falcon braced for the stomach ache he was about to feel. Praparing for the jarring the seat was going to do he clenched his teeth. Whatever hexor 8 is gonna throw at me Im ready. Bring it!, he thought as the dropship hurtled toward the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2007 3:30:35 GMT -5
"WOohOOOoo!!!!!!"
Arcangel hung onto the front bracers of the seat as the dropship unclenched the handles from the cruiser. It felt like....falling.... hahaha to hell!!! He looked dead ahead into an empty seat as it rattled violently. He tried turning to Falcon but gravity clung to him. It was insane he thought.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 22, 2007 4:22:16 GMT -5
critchley laughed madley as he looked over at falcon laughing madley. "HAY FALCON YOU OKAY?" he smiled reasuringley to the cadien trying to get him to relax
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 22, 2007 8:18:26 GMT -5
Azalar sat back in his seat, his Hellrifle jammed clearly between his legs.
He closed his eyes and drifted off, but the dropship lurched to the right, jarring him awake.
He glanced around the dropship, at the other troopers, getting in a feel for them.
There was the Captain-Commissar, who even though Azalar outranked him, he was having to work under him, pompus High Command.
There was the one named Arcangel, so obviously a Grenade Lover, you could tell just by the fact he had a Grenade Launcher with him.
There was Aki, the squads Communications, He had his Fox caster and Shotgun, and per usual.
There was Falcon, who looked a bit scared, not much about him, just a standard Trooper.
Then there was Drang, He was big, 7 foot tall and built like a brick wall, only one person Azalar thought of then, the one called "Try again" Bragg, dead now, from the tanith regiment, shame really, but Drang didnt look like the Gentle Giant type.
" So, Captain-Commissar, usually theres someone already down there, to lead us in, hope you got one of them, or we are proverbally fisted" the Colonel-Commissar yelled down the Drop Ship, He was bored, and was annoyed, looking for an argument.
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 22, 2007 9:27:39 GMT -5
"I DID TELL YOU COMMISSAR THAT NOW YOU’RE MERELY A 'COMMISSAR' FOR YOU’RE POSTING ON THIS MISSION THAT WOULD ANSWER DIRECTLY TO ME...... OR DID YOU CHOSE TO IGNORE THAT DISCIPLINE..... AND NO I ALSO TOLD YOU THAT BOTH REGIMENTS DROPPED BEFORE US AND HAVE ALREADY STARTED SETTING UP, AS ORDERED...... OR DID YOU IGNORE THAT ALSO....... LISTEN TO WHAT I AM SAYING YOU ARGENT WHELP OR YOU WILL BE DISCIPLINING RATS FOR THE REST OF YOUR STUPID LIFE" Critchley looked back anger fleering across his face as the drop ship finally stopped shaking around as he stood up to his full 6ft5 height his hugely muscled body working its way down the isle to azalar. "You are under my direct command commissar... do not be a hindrance any more or your time under me will become extremely difficult....... do you get me"
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 22, 2007 9:34:15 GMT -5
As the Captain-Commissar got in in Colonel-Commissars face and told him that for the time being he was just a Commissar, the Colonel looked at him and spoke
"One, You do not have the authority to demote me, only the warmaster has the ability to do that, and since I dont see any Warmaster around here, Im still a Colonel-Commissar, Im just serving under you, But the moment you break Critchely, Commissar ranking or not, Im afraid my duties will take over, even if at the moment "You out rank me" Do you understand Captain-Commissar" The Colonel-Commissar said, making the words Captain-Commissar seem bitter and hatfull
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 22, 2007 10:48:48 GMT -5
"AHAM exscuse me did you not get it Iam comder of this operation THAT MAKES ME THE WARMASTER OF THIS THERTER YOU WHELP" critchley glard at the commisar he really was aragent
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 22, 2007 11:11:26 GMT -5
'SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU! CAN'T A MAN GET SOME DAMNED REST AROUND HERE!!' Screamed Drang over the roar of the engines, utterly cheesed over the loss of precious sleep to a bunchof staff officer's squabbles. Grav acceleration he could take, but these two's conistent inability to not simply agree on the fact that Critchley was the Officer commanding, and Azalar was the guy who would put a bolt round into the base of his neck should this whole thing go to the disintegrating mess it was heading to was becoming aggravating. At least neither of them could put him into a court martial anymore, and the only physical threat onboard was the Regnarian, tough as they were were....
Still, the actual infantry were a pretty competent bunch from what he'd heard, so there was indeed hope for the planet. 'Captain, what kind of enemies are you expecting us to go up against when we hit the ground' Drang was still trying to shout over the engines whining even without the damned acceleration. 'I need to know this now if we have any hope of reinforcing the critical sectors of the planet, else we could be up to our eyes in nasties before we even get an idea of what we're gonna need to put together as a strike force.'
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 22, 2007 11:19:08 GMT -5
"Acctully, Captain-Commissar, It just makes you Commander of this Theatre of War, I see no Rank here that suggest you are one bit Warmaster, if you contiune to you suggest you are one bit a Warmaster, I will carry out the job you would do if I said I myself was a Warmaster" The Colonel-Commissar said, moment before Drang yelled at them
Hearing Drang ask his question, The Colonel-Commissar turned to Critchley and spoke "I Agree with Drang, what the hell are we fighting down there, you claim to me a commander, and you've only told us where we are, and whats happening, not nasties are and you have not answered my previous question, who is our inside man?"
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 22, 2007 13:46:28 GMT -5
"we have no inside man you welp... and I told you it is likeley to be a chaos cult..." critchley growled and walked to the front of the drop ship and looked around "We belive that the eternal enime is attempting to lay rot to this planet...... we are going to be heading into the lower levels to determin status of a lost scout group down there... and azalar I have no inside man...."
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 22, 2007 14:23:04 GMT -5
"So basically, were going down there to find a lost scout, theres a first, You got some of the best of the best for a rescue mission, What makes these ones so special to require TWO Commissars?" Azalar started "are they gold plated with the Emperors address on the back, because if thats what t is, its not like every Chaos Cultist knows where he is"
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