Aegis1650

Warhammer 40k: The Emperor's Hands (An Imperial Guard special forces RP)

@WhoamiWell god fucking damn, that's a hell of a way to waltz into the IC.

You sure you're not Michal Bay?

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If Edo hasn't posted by about 8pm my time I'll post a reply so we arn't just sitting there.

Warhammer 40k: The Emperor's Hands (An Imperial Guard special forces RP)

We need a MUCH larger gun.

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Gonna' wait for @Edo Tensei to post up before I continue the plot.

@Izaka Sazaka

Yeah, I didn't post last night to give him some time to jump in.

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I think Mao just might be my new favourite character.

@Jay Kalton

Agreed

Warhammer 40k: The Emperor's Hands (An Imperial Guard special forces RP)

Anybody there?

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Alright, got my first IC post up, tell me what you guys think. Mostly I want to know if I need to break it up more, less paragraphing more one-liners, ect.

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Taibushi Modobo

Taibushi was leisurely strolling through Konaha, enjoying the trees the fresh air, the sun. All of it was just so nice, and to top off such a wonderful morning, he was wearing and leaf forehead protector. He reached up and lightly touched it, eyes still fixed on the few clouds above. It may have taken three attempts, but that didn't matter to him. It just meant he had tried three times harder than others, and while some may look down on his failures, he took hold of his eventual success with pride. This was it, he had made it and graduated the academy, and was on his journey of being a shinobi. Or was he? the thought that even after his graduation, he had still not received word or order of what squad he was being assigned to was slightly worrisome to him. He really didn't know if anyone else had received theirs yet or not, he didn't have anyone who was a friend really, and he tried to avoid others if he could.

Taibushi was stopped abruptly by a sudden puff of smoke that dissipated to reveal a messenger. "Taibushi Modobo?" He asked, eyeing the the short frail boy before him. Taibushi simply nodded, not desiring to speak, if fact he wasn't sure he would be able to form words even if he tried. The messanger held out a scroll for him, hanging off of it was a tag that bore his name, and it had the seal of the Hokage on the outside of the scroll. Taibushi smiled and took it from the man, who without another word disappeared in another puff of smoke. Eager, he opened it and quickly read it. Short, sweet, and to the point, the Scroll informed him of what squad he would be serving in, and a time and place to meet with the rest of his squad for the first time. He frowned slightly, "Back to the academy huh? Well hopefully it's the last time. I've had enough of that place to last me a lifetime." He noticed the time was merely a half hour away, "What! Is everything going to be so last minute, or was I simply last to receive my message!?" Still grumbly to himself quickly he took off for the academy.

Huffing and puffing slightly, Taibushi noticed the clock while walking to the classroom. "Three minutes to spare," he thought to himself as he rounded the corner into the room. Unfortunately, it would seem their was someone currently standing in the doorway, someone who he walked straight into. The first thought to enter his mind was who it could have possibly been, the second being that that were both taller than him and more solid, the third being that his lack of taijutsu ability was surely about to bite him in the ass, finally, that whomever he had walked into...... smelled nice? He fell back on his butt looking up at the figure who surly mustn't have been budged by it much at all, and was greeted with the sight of a white kimono and long black hair drawn back into a ponytail. Of coarse, not only was he about to get beaten, but beaten by a girl, a cute girl, but a girl nonetheless. Quickly raising his hands in front of him, he began apologizing, "I'm sooooooo terribly sorry about that, I hadn't seen you there, and was in a hurry. It was my fault, really, I do apologize......." He trailed off awaiting her reaction, but also amazed he had actually just spoken to a complete stranger, no stuttering, no awkwardness (Well, not in his speech at least).

Warhammer 40k: The Emperor's Hands (An Imperial Guard special forces RP)

Patrick sat in the uncomfortable Seat of Valkyrie transport, almost silent except for the slow wheezing from his rebreather. He thought of his predicament, and how lucky he must be to have been selected for this special assignment. He looked around at the others. They on the other hand must be the unluckiest basters this side of the galaxy to have been put on the same assignment as a legionnaire. His thoughts turned to the terrible hellhole they must be descending into. A rebellion on the planet Starth stirred up by cultist, just great. Xenos, sure, they have fancy gadgets, strange physiology even, but they are xenos all the same. They are abominations by purview of existing, and by eradicating them you give them the mercy their existence denies them. Heretics on the other hand, they are the Emperors children, there existence is no abomination. They are merely lamb lead astray, much like Patrick himself. What makes him so special, why does he get his chance at redemption and they don't?

He sighs heavily, holding his Aquila in his hand and rubbing his thumb across it, before bowing his head and closing his eyes.

"Emperor protect us, not only in body, but in soul. Do not let these misguided children lead us from your light. Steel us against their perverse ways, guide us to do only what you will. We are your servants, we are your hammer, we are your light in a galaxy filled with darkness. Grant us your grace so that we may always be so."

He finished intoning his prayer, and but a couple seconds later there ship rocked slightly, and the rear hatch fell open. There in the hatchway was a man, Catachan by the looks of him.

"Welcome to Hell, meat! Hope you're ready for some killing, cause we've got work to do!"

Abruptly the sound of solid rounds and lasfire filled the air, pattering off the hull of the Valkyrie. Patrick sighed again inwardly, figuring how typical that he meets a leader he may actually like, and he doesn't even get a damned second to introduce himself. Patrick braced himself for another helping of his atonement and exited the Valkyrie, body low, moving quickly, fluidly without much thought behind it. He threw himself against a box near the edge of the landing pad. Having some cover for himself now he looked expectantly at the man that greeted them off the ship, wondering if they were to head into the command building, or hold the helipad to cover the Valkyrie while it exfiled.

Warhammer 40k: The Emperor's Hands (An Imperial Guard special forces RP)

Ok, just making sure.