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The Orkish Menace (Warhammer 40k RPG)

Posted Jan 17, '14 at 11:05pm

trooper555able

trooper555able

141 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

"Frag out!" I yell as I throw said grenade at the Penal troops. That should give them pause, not as suicidal as Gretchins. I get on the Vox as I switch targets to the Gretchins. "Base, base, urgent message! We are pinned down in a wheat field and are being overwhelmed by Ork forces. Penal troopers have turned rogue. I say again, Penal troops have mutinied!"

 

Posted Jan 17, '14 at 11:42pm

ubica88

ubica88

109 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:

Stay calm and look through the window to see what is happening outside

 

Posted Jan 18, '14 at 6:21am

JACKinbigletters

JACKinbigletters

117 posts

I walk over to them, 'Space for one more?'

 

Posted Jan 18, '14 at 10:37am

loco5

loco5

1,289 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 [KIA], Trooper Markhov, Trooper Marel, Trooper Kruskov
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Condition:

You lob a frag, and a few jump out of the way, but a good portion still firing, oblivious of anything else. They are torn apart by the explosion, Either by the shock wave, taking off limbs, or by the fragments, shredding flesh.

"Confirmed. Requesting additional support be sent your way. hold tight."

 

Posted Jan 18, '14 at 10:57am

loco5

loco5

1,289 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:

Well, You look out to see the two dropships have encountered a large "Skwadron" of Fighta-Bommas and the two Lascannons and missile launcher aren't enough. You watch as the other dropship is hit by a staccato of big shoota bursts, the wing shears off and the drop ship starts to tumble in midair, trailing smoke, and heading straight towards the island.

Over the radio in the ****pit, you hear the crisp mechanical voice of the Servitor on the other ship, "Severe damage to the right wing and engine. Pilot deceased. Attempting to correct course."

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:

"Get in." one of them commands with a short response.

You enter the Chimera and head off into the city. After a few minutes, the chimera starts swerving violently, the driver calls back, "Avoiding mines, the stupid greenskins leave them out in the op-" But is cut off when the front half explodes upward, the passenger compartment starts to fill with smoke, and you activate the emergency release, and the door drops down.

 

Posted Jan 18, '14 at 2:22pm

JACKinbigletters

JACKinbigletters

117 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.
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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:

'Everybody outside! Form a defensive line around the Chimera, prepare for incoming!' I shout.
I position myself at the opening of the Chimera, crouched, scanning the area with my rifle.

 

Posted Jan 18, '14 at 2:54pm

loco5

loco5

1,289 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:

You move outside, followed by the others, coughing and wheezing. When you spot some orks moving about behind a barricade, further up the road.

 

Posted Jan 18, '14 at 3:13pm

JACKinbigletters

JACKinbigletters

117 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:

'ORKS! Find cover!' I run to the nearest piece of sustainable cover. I look around for a high building. '**** agri-worlds, no bloody high rises.' I mutter to myself.

 

Posted Jan 18, '14 at 3:22pm

loco5

loco5

1,289 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:

Yeah the tallest building is hardly 3 stories. Which you scale onto the roof, and see it's very well defended, with multiple grotmanned big shoota positions, and even a smaller version of the bellygun sticking from the middle of the blockade.

 

Posted Jan 18, '14 at 3:54pm

JACKinbigletters

JACKinbigletters

117 posts

The roof is?

 
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