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Warhammer 40k: Kommandoz - Behind Enemy Lines (Ork RP) (Open)

@Ollumhammersong@BCTheEntity@Skwint@Sophrus@Torack@Jarl Coolgruuf

It had all began so well for the Greenskins of Waaagh! 'Artrippa, the aforementioned giant of an Ork gathering a substantial following about him and taking off toward the Imperial-held planet of Zamovis while using the splitting of the universe to fire up his warriors with what counts for Orks as religious zeal - 'Gork's Grin' (the Orkoid name for the Great Rift) clearly being a sign from their brutal and kunnin' deity, whoever said otherwise was quickly banished or dispatched by his more fanatical brethren, Gutsnaga being one of these doubters... but also clever enough to keep it to himself.

Zamovis was both the capital planet of the Zamovis Sub-Sector and now, much to the dismay of the Imperium, was the target of an Orkish jihad that threatened to consume the surrounding areas of space as well. Was there any real need for the Greenskins to attack this planet in particular? Not really, it was simply there and ripe for some fightin'.

It was slightly different for the Imperials, the Zamovis sub-sector being both a fertile recruiting ground for the Astra Militarum - especially the odd quantity of jungle planets present - and, more importantly, two or three minor Mechanicus Forge Worlds.

A large response force was dispatched under the command of some Imperial or other (they all look mostly the same to an Ork), which included a number of Catachan Jungle Fighters; it was however only once Astartes contingents from the Silver Templars, Storm Reapers, Sons of Medusa and the Helion Legion to name but a few began to appear that the fight intensified, inadvertently drawing in more Orks but... after many lives had been taken and much human blood had been spilt... the Waaagh not only was stalled, but began to be pushed back and out of the system.

At the forefront of this invasion had been the Orks of the Blood Axes for obvious reasons (they're the sneaky and kunnin' boyz), one particular band known as Da Devilz Brigade being encircled by an Imperial scratch force in the sweltering Jungle of Navamias (named after some Rogue Trader or other, probably) and seemingly cut off from the rest of their kind.

This band were known to Imperial Command, and so priority was given to wipe them off the face of the planet with impunity.

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"Well," grunted Gutsnaga as another las-round hissed past his green hide, leaving him with a nasty burn but little else, "this is anuvver fine mess 'uve gotten us into Shiv!" He could barely hear himself speak over the clack-bang of shoota and slugga rounds, mingled with the crackling of las-weapons and the thwump of bolter technology, but he said it anyway - it had become something of a tradition to blame any such situation on the Ork named Zagruk grotkicka, mostly because he was a Snakebite and therefore considered stupider than the other boyz (even if there was no actual proof of it...).

For several hours now Da Devilz had been holding back waves of Imperial forces - pink skinned 'umies wth their flickering light weapons, and not even the ones that looked like miniature Orks! - with no sign of 'da tin can 'umies' or vehicle support... as of yet.

Using old kunnin' initiative, Gutsnaga had taken the boyz back to what looked like an abandoned jungle outpost, the low wall they sheltered behind made definitely of some kind of black stone (which seemed to hold up very well to the amount of munitions already thrown at them), the Imperial forces moving through the sweltering jungle heat to form somewhat of a cordon about the Greenskins to make sure they couldn't escape a swift death.

Honestly Gutsnaga had had enough about an hour ago, but also not wishing to throw his life away by simply charging the gun-lines, he began to formulate some sort of plan within his sub-par sized brain at the same time as snapping off solid shot rounds at any bush that quivered or spoke.

Everything was beginning to annoy him, from the heat to the noise, how could he think with all this racket?!

He only had to wait for an hour or so he estimated, then night would fall and there would be a chance to make a taktikal retreat... right through the 'umies. Yeah, that was a good idea! Of course it was, he'd thought of it.

"I'z got a plan ladz, we just gotta keep 'em busy."

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"Captain, do you care to explain how it is taking so long to dispatch a handful of brutish Greenskins?"

Captain Ezequiel Eliseo of the Zaragoza Peleadores turned his tanned face to peer into the pallid visage of Commissar Goran Krunoslav, an offworlder given to his regiment for some Emperor-forsaken reason - the 'man' was too strict with his discipline, too high-handed, and in this environment the worst thing was that, beneath his black stormcoat and cap, he did not seem to be sweating at all.

"Commissar, we are doing everything we can, but they have dug in and refuse to be removed. We were told to give these Orks priority in terms of extermination, but they are crafty."

"Crafty Orks?!" The black-clad man laughed openly at the suggestion, "my dear Captain, the Ork is brutish, stupid, and as below humanity as a flea. Like a flea we shall dig them out."

"Yes sir, but it will be night soon, and we have already come from fig-," he saw the look on the political officers face and ceased to speak, swallowing hard.

"Very well. Keep up a sustained fire, I want that position to be rubble by the time night falls. Then, when the Orkish scum are napping, we shall close in and dispatch them. Does that meet you approval, Captain Eliseo?"

The company commander could only nod, hoping deep inside that reinforcements showed up soon, waiting for the Commissar to find someone else to torment before getting back to his own.

"You there, that mortar needs to be at least several feet back, come on now... let me help you..."

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

@Oak7ree That's fine, just tell me next time so you don't come home to a million mentions. :D

Warhammer 40k: Kommandoz - Behind Enemy Lines (Ork RP) (Open)

@Skwint Love it! Get him into the Character tab.

Warhammer 40k: Kommandoz - Behind Enemy Lines (Ork RP) (Open)

Name: Gutsnaga

Nickname(s): 'Mad Boss'

Klan: Formerly Deffskullz and then Blood Axes

Role: Nob or 'Boss' - also an impromptu Mekboy at a pinch (can hot-wire things, possibly even use them.)

Common Armament: A rite shooty slugga, a two-handed rite cutty big choppa made from a chain-axe taken from some battlefield or other, and a big metal gob... also a stabby knife the size of a human arm, for da close work, innit.

Anything else: Gutsnaga is an oddity as an Ork, starting as a Deathskull Stormboy and imbibing all he could from that experience, it just so happened that he held the belief that he could loot more from the enemy by being more kunnin' an sneaky like. Thus he was banished by his blue-faced brethren for his perfidy; it just so happened that this, and his meeting with a group of Blood Axes, was the catalyst he needed to complete his un-Orky 'upbringing'.

For decades he has fought using the kunnin' ways of stelff and sneakin' about, gathering quite the collection of gubbinz along the way, forming a crack team of kommandoz known as Da Devilz Brigade - so called because he saw it in an Imperial squiggle-paper thing one day and liked it.

Most recently they became part of a war effort for Waaagh! 'Artrippa, and this is where our tale begins.

Warhammer 40k: Kommandoz - Behind Enemy Lines (Ork RP) (Open)

@BCTheEntity I just set the RP to 'full' BUT it's you, and another Blood Axe can't hurt... so you're lucky one this time.

Good sheet, post him up!

Warhammer 40k: Kommandoz - Behind Enemy Lines (Ork RP) (Open)

@Sophrus Oh damn! It's 'ya boi'.

You are most welcome, Soph - just the maniac bomber we need. Feel free to slap him up in the Character tab at your leisure.

@Skwint OI YE GIT! Where's the Doc? (If you do need more time, that's fine too.)

To everyone else, opening post goes up later today/early tomorrow. 'Ere we go.

Warhammer 40k: Kommandoz - Behind Enemy Lines (Ork RP) (Open)

@Torack Yes, the Warp (or Immaterium) is quite literally an undercurrent of our own universe - like if you were to cut a hole in the top of a box, fell into it, and found yourself in an entirely different universe. Or, if you're more spiritual, how some people think of 'another side' right 'beside' our own.

The Warp is quite reasonably described as Hell itself, ships having to rip a hole in the fabric of space and slide through it using the Navigators to guide them... and still with the possibility of coming out at a different location, point in time, or never coming out at all.

Imperial vessels also use what's called a 'Gellar Field' as a form of protective bubble around their ships during Warp travel; without it things can get in to your ship just as readily as you want to get out.

T'au on the other hand do not use Warp technology, their ships doing long-distance jumps by 'skimming' the surface of the ethereal ocean like stones.

Orks... Well... Orks thirst for battle and carnage like the fungal virus they are, and therefore don't bother even using protective shields when jumping - what would be the point, Daemons make for good fighting!

This meme also explains it well, and makes me laugh: knowyourmeme.com/photos/961046-warham…

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

@DeadDrop@Katthaj@Oak7ree@FrostedCaramel@CaptainBritton@Jamesyco@Hank@caliban22

Right, I'd like everyone who can post to post, please - this is just a chance to recall things, flashback, interact etc etc before we get into the thick of it. I'll leave it a couple of days and then go on either way, but I'd love to get some development done.

God-Emperor bless.

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

@Katthaj@Oak7ree@FrostedCaramel@CaptainBritton@Jamesyco@Hank@caliban22

The day had become overcast by the time the entire platoon assembled itself in the courtyard - some fifty effective at full strength, including heavy weapon support and the platoon command, separated into five squads all clad in unexciting brown fatigues and overlapped by 'the usual' Cadian-pattern flak and helmet; the only thing that separated them from any other emulators of the vaunted Cadians, Hasenkamp noted with a scowl, were their Uzanian lascarbines and cameleoline cloaks. It also did not escape his notice that more than a handful of his command had made off into the surrounding lands, going AWOL in military parlance, including one of his finest sharpshooters and a member of a weapons team! Yes, the heavy stubber could be used by one person, but it was a damned pain to keep the ammo flowing alone.

"Soldaten!" Began the Second-Lieutenant, one hand on the hilt of his chainsword and the other gently holding the peak of his officers cap (even his was a Cadian prop, and he didn't like it), "I have voxed headquarters about our current situation, and they have given us the go-ahead," now he moved his hands behind his back and tried to make himself look like the officer he was - even at only twenty three years old - "what is the situation, you may ask? Well, it would appear that a convoy of Guardsmen from the Faeburn Vanquishers have got themselves into a spot of trouble within our patrol radius. We shall be marching with all haste to bring them aid... and possibly to see some action."

An adjutant handed him a dataslate and Hasenkamp lifted his eyes to glance over the ranks, "the following men shall be accompanying me and my command squad - please step forward and fall in about me. Operator Mehl, Jäger Varren and Unteroffizier Baumeister."

When all was said and done - the Voxman, medic and Sergeant following his trail of four other soldiers to the head of the platoon - Hasenkamp took one last look at the sleet coloured sky overhead, noted in his mind the slight drop in temperature, and put the cap back over his neatly brushed hair.

"Zug, vorwärts ... März!"

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It was a forced march of nearly thirteen miles from Shayrith to their target, a nearly five hour march mostly on roughly shod track and roads but also across more rugged country, the site of the ambush reported from inside what was known as the Northlore Forest - an area some thirty-nine square miles in total, ranging from thick deep-woods to thinner outer woodland, an area which could be seen as the weary platoon hauled themselves over a rise and looked down at the sight before them.

Spread out beneath them was a landscape of bracken and rock-strewn moorland, nothing covering the half-a-mile from the ridge to the treeline, which could be seen as an almost never-ending sea of treetops sprouting from the earth.

"Spalte, halt!" Ordered the Second-Lieutenant, who waited until the marching column came to a complete stop, "platoon to form into squads... prepare and rest a moment." With a curt nod to his subordinates, he sent them scurrying to relay the order down the line and looked out at the woodland with wary eyes.

"Unteroffizier Baumeister," came his voice in a querying tone, the officer not turning to see where the fifty-four year old was but instead continuing to speak when he heard footsteps nearing, his eyes glaring through a pair of old-fashioned binoculars at the treeline ahead, "you are an old soldier. Tell me, bearing in mind that the call for aid came from a mile or so within that forest, and that the Vanquishers are not a green regiment, what would you do if you were in my position?"

It was a genuine question, and although time was against them it was never too late to ask more veteran soldiers their opinions.