Jamesyco

Trials of Initiation: A Warhammer 40k Salamanders campaign (currently full, apologies!)

Still looking for peeps, def interested in this?

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Oliver Black

Was still making his way up the hill when he heard the last helicopter, he stared for a moment turning, and letting out burst after burst towards flying machine. He managed to hit it, but he heard something above him, a rumbling. He saw a small bit of smoke, but he had no idea if it was fatal, there was another issue that was likely far more pressing.

"Oh, fuck." he said turning to see a wall of snowplowing down towards him, his eyes opened and he moved against the small sled of snow he was holding onto dearly, and he slowly turned to face up the snow as he lifted it up. He planted it down into the snow as he started to lock everything in his suit down, then he felt the initial push. So far, his armor was doing somewhat well, the objects on the sled pushing against his shield. Some of them that were sticking off like rockets, tubes, and such fled from the shield and his grasp.

He put his head down, and let go of the shield as he let it just rest against him, and he felt the ground below him shake, "mother fuc-." the snow beneath him, and some of the rocky slope that he had been standing on gave way, and then he felt his shield on his armlet lose with the sled and the objects upon it. He began to tumble as he would go down the pathway that he had taken up, just with several more feet of snow around him in all directions.

Through his older headset, static, and the eventual string of cursing that was not very common with the Christian man would breakthrough as he made his way quickly down the mountain's face. His boxes, his shield, the door that was made into a sled, and weapons littered the pathway around him and behind him in the wake of the armored man. If he had not locked his armor, it would have likely been fatal for the man as it would have crushed and likely cut off appendages as the metal pushed with the force of the snow.

Once it had stopped, he felt as if he had been rocks within a tumbler, and his head spun as he just laid there beneath the snow. He was relatively silent as he stared up into the darkness of snow around him, feeling it melt to the armor. "Hey, can anyone hear me over the net, I got caught in an avalanche, and am unable to unlock my suit with the exception of my left leg. Assistance is required, when local is secured."

His left foot was the only thing he was truly able to move, and that just shifted around a bit, back and forth. He felt the cold around him, but he also felt the battery packs warm against his back. he tried to shift himself using his entire body, but he was unable to at that moment.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Oliver Black

"I thank you Miss Bertha, but..." he saw one coming over the ridgeling and tracers spat from where he stood. He took a deep breath, and let them fly as best as they could towards the helicopter slowly coming into view. "They aren't bunched up... and are coming in ones or two's thankfully, if you see one let me know... until then, I am going to try making it to the peak so I can have better coverage over the area."

He would continue and finish his burst of .50 before he started the process of reloading, he dropped his pack, and lifted another one up moving it to his back, and around his shoulders. He pulled the ties close around and he found himself pulling it into the feed. He would start towards the pod, finding himself at where he was to come out, he pulled the door off, and started to pull things on top of it, taking a dangling cord, and using it as a sled as he would start to ascend up the slopes.

He heard another and started looking around, trying to find which way it was going to come from, "Hey, we got one more... I can't see it where I'm at."

He looked around and pressed his lips together, and he lifted his gun, "maybe two... the engines are echoing off the peaks."

Tiny Nord looked and sighed a bit, mounting himself, his eyes scanning the peaks, and the valley he could see. He would keep moving his vision back and forth, hating every moment of being there where he did not have a good view of the area. He took the cord in his spare hand with his shield, and kept moving, his back towards the way he was travelling.

"Yea, I can't see him, anyone have eyes on?"

WH40K: Rogue Trader

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Another unfortunate thing about the 40K RPs, but hopefully with a more character-focused RP that can be alleviated a little. Also helps that you're already in the discord apparently lmao.

@Alfhedil

Which one lol, I'm in like 8 of em :3

WH40K: Rogue Trader

Always down for 40k, I know a lot of the ones I've been in end prematurely, so I'm always down for another shot.

One Last Twenty Something Shots: A colony fight against extinction.

le sad

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Oliver Black

He gave one good kick to make sure that the stuff he shoved in his pod was set. He smiled softly, looking at the pod, "soon, my babies." he listened to the comms and moved away from the pod. "Laura, you should know that I like jumping from perfect planes. And I know this is nerdy as hell, but still."

He was sure of himself at that moment; he was staring at the door as he wanted to jump out; he wanted to feel someone tap his shoulder before he jumped. So, he was waiting, and when he heard the pod begin the move, he turned to watch it. Once he saw the pod falling out of the plane, he took that as the sign to get the hell out as well.

"He ain't gonna jump no more!" he sang out as the wind hit the man's armor, "Glory glory, what a helluva way to die!"

This would be something that would continue to drop down out of the sky singing 'Blood Upon the Risers' He looked at the little watch taped to his wrist, then the ground, then the watch. He looked at the pod's parachutes open up, "See you, ladies, on the ground!"

He blasted past them, and at around one fifty his chutes opened up, and his legs braced below him. He hit a moment later, and it sounded like metal shifting as the bracers he had made for the suit made sure that the impact wouldn't kill him, damage the suit, or damage him. They spun down as he almost bounced a few times, snow plumed up around his impact location, and slowly rested upon the parachutes that popped off of his armor.

Out from the snow, bullets would come out of the snow, mainly at anything he saw from his place on the mountain, or over the mountain and that was in range. The helicopters were his first quarry, and he would get to work with that. The GAU-19 over his shield, he had himself bunkered in there ready for anything but those rockets if they came his way. He was thankful that for a large armored target, he was rather small compared to the woman of fire somewhere behind him.

"Tell me if you see anything come over the peak, these two should be down here in a second, but it's all I see right now on this side of the peak!" he said into the comms, the GAU quieting for just a moment as he caught the second lynx he saw in the tail rotor. And although he was being shot at, he turned towards the last door on the pod, and he slid his shield under it as he pulled the hatch off to his sweet babies.

"Or if anything else unexpected flies this way, I can hit it before it hits us."

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Oliver Black

Was chopping something, what looked to be butter as he pointed his free hand at Ban, "Hell yea, get that bad boy out bossman, think we got some pork in there. I know there is dough around here somewhere that I made, should be risen by now, but..." He turned to put the little chopped pieces of butter into a bowl, and then he went looking for cheese. "Cheese sticks, wings, spinach dip, and maybe western egg rolls. Something to tide us over until that pork is done. Cause that sounds good... but my lord... this European stuff is fresh." he said, taking a corner of some cheese he found and eating it. He took whatever he could find in the kitchen and started his apps for the day. He knew the others would be hungry, but he knew that the big ones would need to eat. And when I say eat, I mean eat.

He heard the more prominent woman and looked at Tylar, chuckling a bit, "Just give it time, and the pork won't be raw, like five minutes tops."

"And Howard, I know what that song means." he said as he looked up at the man smiling, "Doesn't mean it can't be a damn good song."

But eventually, the massive amounts of carbs and drinking foods would be ready, wings with a jack daniels bbq glaze, fried cheese wedges, spinach dip, chips, and these little tex mex egg rolls. All served with sour cream, ranch, and bbq sauce.
For him, his choice of drink that night was Budweiser, a good American lager.

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When the call to action was given, he was up, another can of red in his hands as he headed towards where he needed to suit up. He looked down at himself and shrugged, thankful that he had socks with his flip flops, but the rest he looked like your average middle-aged dad. He opened up a small locker. Within, he had a spare jacket, which fit snuggly over his smiley face. Next, he did away with the sweats, leaving them on the boxes side hanging out as he struggled to get his pants to leg on while he tried getting a pair of boots on. Once he looked more like a soldier, he started to put his suit on. First, the inner layer of armor and cloth, the original Ratnik armor, and bits of the actual exoskeleton helped him move and carry more, but also had his shock pads for high drops.

With that on, he stretched them a bit, almost jumping as the shocks moved him up and down a few times, and then he pulled the power pack over his shoulder, plugging in the pack to its little slot, letting it still keep power from the wall, so it didn't use anything else up. He stood and started to put the outer plating on the structure around his legs. Putting in two other power packs in, and then the extra paneling further on the outside for the ERA style materials on his outermost layer.

Next, he started with his upper body, putting the older Ratnik armor on, then the modified exterior exosuit skeleton, then the remainder of his plates on. He shifted around for a moment, raddling and jingling like a Christmas tree before all the plates slowly formed into place.

"If this is a helo jump, you know which way I'm going, put some extra gear in my pod, more ammo for our heavier stuff or some manpad." he leaned into the box, lifting it as he shifted through it, pulling out three backpack looking things, strapping one to both arms on the front, and one just behind his head.

Now, his helmet came last; he removed it from the stand and placed it over his head. He then placed a second almost cover for it over the helmet and shifted his head a bit as he pulled it down with a chain or two, letting it latch onto his armor. The older visor was thankfully updated with a few things, like a battery life indicator and pretty much a dashboard indicator for anything else that might go wrong, from structural failure to needing oil. More mechanical than anything, something breaks, light shows up.

He shook back and forth once again, letting the parts of him fall into place once again, jumping a few times before unhooking himself from the wall. "The M2 or the minigun... why not both," he said, thinking of the GAU-19 that lurked around somewhere; he lifted it and its battery before heading over towards his backpack, putting the battery inside, and then putting a slot in for the belts to go. He locked it to the side of the box before he would go for his other weapons, pulling out two law rockets and putting them to the side of the box. Then he would continue with his rifle, grenades, and extra ammunition. As well as food and medical supplies, he put several trauma kits in there and a mass cas pack. Then his shield and rifle on his chest mounts, as well as a few paint canisters and a mirror for doing stuff on the flight.

He lifted his box and closed it, letting it seal shut before he placed it down, turned around, put a fourth pack onto it. He took the last ran can and put it on a strap on his chest, which a grenade should go to. "Kay, I'm set up for a jump. Does anyone know where the spare manpads are? I'll put that and a bigger gun in my pod with spare supplies? Not going undersupplied again, and before you ask, I am jumping old fashioned style, with a chute and my braces, I had them made for a reason."

When he did find him, his arms were covered with crates, and in his left arm, a 20mm rifle, his right arm had two stingers in their cases. The crates were primarily ammunition and missiles. But some also had food, another small box of medical supplies, a spare crate of armor plates, and a spare shield. He looked like a mother carrying half of the house on vacation, waddling aboard the ship likely before the others as well wanting to get everything set up in his pods before he finally could jump again. And have an excuse to jump properly. When he heard the giant woman singing, he smiled a bit. He did have his earphones still in and his phone ready to start the music back up. He was just debating what to play, maybe a soundtrack to those old doom games, oh, or some old music from when he was just a youngin that his dad listened to.

One Last Twenty Something Shots: A colony fight against extinction.

I feel that, I'm about the same way rn, but, I should have something out sooner then later once some other work gets finished.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Honestly it might not be bad to get a docs up for a more fluid back and forth in convo or something similar like say a battle between David and goliath. :3