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The Orkish Menace (Warhammer 40k RPG)

Posted Jan 15, '14 at 8:59pm

loco5

loco5

16,326 posts

Name: Aleksa Bodin
Age:25
Gender: Male
Race:Human
Class:Fire Support
Physical Description: Tall,Black hair,blue eyes,white skin,average build
Bio:Born and raised in hive city being member of poor family it didnt take long for him to be tempted by local gangs,so he join one of many in the city he stated with just pickpocketing but as time passed he started selling drugs breaking in people houses and ending up killing,as time passed he attracted more and more attention his lust for money and easy life made him careless so one day he and his gang was arrested and he was faces with death penalty,but then officer from imperial guard showed up and offer all prisoners to redeem themselves by joining guard and defend humanity so with no other choice he joined.
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Weapon:Carriage Mounted Heavy Bolter, laspistol, Chainsword,
Armor: Flak Armor
Misc.: Metal Storm Frag Rounds
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Condition:


Alright well you all load up in a devourer loaned from the imperial navy with more troopers and the Leman Russ in the as well. The pilot takes off and goes you head off towards the the island. Well into flight you head into what feels like heavy turbulence, A few of the troopers are getting very sick, you look into the ****pit and see the pilot quickly maneuvering around his control panel, and the assistant servitor simply making flight corrections at superhuman speed. You wonder why, when you hear a small explosion outside the ship.



Name: Sean Deane
Age: unknown (approx late 20's)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Sharpshooter
Physical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.
Bio: Born to slaves on the homeworld of The Raven Guard, Deliverance, his skill with a needler, a highly powerful weapon, was honed with his father out in the wasteland that surrounded their home. Over time his skill far and away outpaced his fathers. His skill of thievery, trickery, misdirection and stealth kept him and his family fed throughout the years. Eventually he found his way on the mercenary path, in which his skill beat all others. Being a merc was a dangerous life style he chose because he had to. One day after a long slog of an assignment when he returned home all he found was ash, dust and a metal pole sticking into the ground. The pole was slick with red blood that had yet to dry in the hot sun and attached to the pole was his family. His mother, his father, his sister, all dead, murdered. The stories say he walked into the desert and came out a month later claiming the bounties of the three desert kingpins who had killed their way to a place of power in the region. After that he joined the imperial army gaining the title 'Raven' for his actions in and out of combat. He served with the Raven guard for a time where they taught him a skill that saved his life more than once, shadow-walking.
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Weapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,
Armor: Flak Armor (has raven guard markings on the right shoulder)
Misc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, camo cloak.
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Condition:


You can't make out much, as it's in a strange language you don't speak. but from the radio transmissions that flood the room, you hear reports of ork planes making attack runs, and orkish drop pods. Also all reporting a huge asteroid coming towards the planet.

"It's the orks, there isn't much more to know." one aide says as he passes by.

 

Posted Jan 15, '14 at 9:00pm

trooper555able

trooper555able

2,329 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
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Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.: 2 Frag Grenades, 1 Krak Grenade,
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall, Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
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Condition:

"Okay, assist regiment and keep an eye on penal battalions. Yes sir, let's get on that."

 

Posted Jan 15, '14 at 9:25pm

loco5

loco5

16,326 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
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Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.: 2 Frag Grenades, 1 Krak Grenade,
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall, Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
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Condition:

"Alright, get in the Chimera's and lets go."


You load up into the Chimera with a small procession of them. Flanked by Sentinel support. You head through mile of mile of farmland, broken by the odd village or forest. AS you move out you hear a buzzing drone, the gunner pops his head of the hatch, and screams, "ORK FIGHTAS!" then the classic boorish loud machinegun sound of about 50 of them go off in your ear, you watch as small dents pockmark the Chimera, and the the gunner firing upward. But a shower of blood into the chimera, and the bottom 3/4's of his corpse signals that he was unsuccessful

 

Posted Jan 15, '14 at 10:26pm

trooper555able

trooper555able

2,329 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
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Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.: 2 Frag Grenades, 1 Krak Grenade,
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall, Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
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Condition:

"Emperor's mercy!" I pull what's left of the corpse out of the seat and jump into the gunner's seat, firing at these Fightas.

 

Posted Jan 15, '14 at 10:36pm

loco5

loco5

16,326 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
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Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.: 2 Frag Grenades, 1 Krak Grenade,
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall, Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
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Condition:


You get into the cupola turret and open fire with the multilas, the two fightas, who have about 20 machineguns bolted on them a piece come back for another strafing run. You stitch a line in the sky, and watch as one loses and engine, the intense speed ripping it apart, as it tumbles wing over wing until it hits the ground with an explosion.

The other makes a dive, and fires, this time blowing holes in a sentinel, killing the driver instantly, but doesn't pull up in time and hits the ground, grinding along the ground to a stop.

 

Posted Jan 16, '14 at 11:25am

JACKinbigletters

JACKinbigletters

7,878 posts

Name: Sean Deane
Age: unknown (approx late 20's)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Sharpshooter
Physical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.
Bio: Born to slaves on the homeworld of The Raven Guard, Deliverance, his skill with a needler, a highly powerful weapon, was honed with his father out in the wasteland that surrounded their home. Over time his skill far and away outpaced his fathers. His skill of thievery, trickery, misdirection and stealth kept him and his family fed throughout the years. Eventually he found his way on the mercenary path, in which his skill beat all others. Being a merc was a dangerous life style he chose because he had to. One day after a long slog of an assignment when he returned home all he found was ash, dust and a metal pole sticking into the ground. The pole was slick with red blood that had yet to dry in the hot sun and attached to the pole was his family. His mother, his father, his sister, all dead, murdered. The stories say he walked into the desert and came out a month later claiming the bounties of the three desert kingpins who had killed their way to a place of power in the region. After that he joined the imperial army gaining the title 'Raven' for his actions in and out of combat. He served with the Raven guard for a time where they taught him a skill that saved his life more than once, shadow-walking.
---------
Weapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,
Armor: Flak Armor (has raven guard markings on the right shoulder)
Misc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, camo cloak.
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Condition:

'Show me all the up to date intel on ground troops and enemy movement, where are they running short handed?' I ask the aid. 'Blasted orks, kill one two more arrive.' I grumble.

 

Posted Jan 16, '14 at 7:50pm

loco5

loco5

16,326 posts

Name: Sean Deane
Age: unknown (approx late 20's)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Sharpshooter
Physical Description: 6ft 2', golden iris, dark brown hair, tanned skin, slim but muscular, white scar running from right eye to pelvis.
Bio: Born to slaves on the homeworld of The Raven Guard, Deliverance, his skill with a needler, a highly powerful weapon, was honed with his father out in the wasteland that surrounded their home. Over time his skill far and away outpaced his fathers. His skill of thievery, trickery, misdirection and stealth kept him and his family fed throughout the years. Eventually he found his way on the mercenary path, in which his skill beat all others. Being a merc was a dangerous life style he chose because he had to. One day after a long slog of an assignment when he returned home all he found was ash, dust and a metal pole sticking into the ground. The pole was slick with red blood that had yet to dry in the hot sun and attached to the pole was his family. His mother, his father, his sister, all dead, murdered. The stories say he walked into the desert and came out a month later claiming the bounties of the three desert kingpins who had killed their way to a place of power in the region. After that he joined the imperial army gaining the title 'Raven' for his actions in and out of combat. He served with the Raven guard for a time where they taught him a skill that saved his life more than once, shadow-walking.
---------
Weapon: Needler sniper rifle, combat knife,
Armor: Flak Armor (has raven guard markings on the right shoulder)
Misc.: snare mines, krak grenades, gas mask, camo cloak.
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Condition:
'

"I'm sorry general, i didn't notice you, i'll be sure to send you the appropriate info right away." he replies sarcastically.

 

Posted Jan 16, '14 at 8:56pm

trooper555able

trooper555able

2,329 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.: 2 Frag Grenades, 1 Krak Grenade,
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall, Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
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Condition:

The controls are simple enough right? ... I guess not. I suppose we dismount and continue on foot, if we can't continue moving the vehicle.

 

Posted Jan 16, '14 at 9:04pm

loco5

loco5

16,326 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.: 2 Frag Grenades, 1 Krak Grenade,
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall, Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
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Condition


Sentinel not chimera

 

Posted Jan 16, '14 at 9:49pm

trooper555able

trooper555able

2,329 posts

Name: Bernhardt Aschen
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Trooper
Physical Description: Cropped brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, 5'9, scrawny.
Bio: Being an Imperial Guardsman has always been a wish of Bernhardt's. His parents were true believers in the Imperium of Man. His father especially, considering his relatively high position in the Guard. His father always stood up a little straighter and his smile always widened when Bernhardt talked about signing up to serve the Emperor. It was a good existence, having an officer for a father, even if he didn't see him often... That is, until the Xenos tore his father's body apart. Orks, they said, Orks and their exploding pets. Bernhardt always had a dark, burning hatred in his heart for the Xenos, and a searing rage in his gut. Eventually, the time came for his hand to write his name on the enlistment papers.
---------
Weapon: Lasgun
Armor: Flak Armor (The texture of the armor would suggest a warrior caste-born soldier. He was among many to be born into a militaristic family willing to give up everything for the emperor. Although rough, the texture suggests build by a machine, hinting towards an urban homeworld.)
Misc.: 2 Frag Grenades, 1 Krak Grenade,
Squad: Sgt. Kasey, Trooper Sandall, Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
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Condition

Oh, well, I'll remain in the gunner's seat then.

 
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