I did not know that the beds were camping cots >_<. Will edit my post later today
Rultaos
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Hi there I'm Rultaos, or simply Rult as some of my friends call me. I first got into RP'ing on two different sites back when I was in High School. The forums of the games Minecraft and Spiral Knights. Both had game-related RP's, as well as off-topic ones regarding fantasy and sci-fi. This was around 3-4 years ago. I wasn't really good at it back then, but I met a lot of great people and feel like I really improved since then.
For any of you who are curious, this was one of my biggest RP undertakings before I got into this site (My username also comes from this as a tribute to it!). It's not really a very well-written roleplay (or a very well-managed one for that matter). But it really meant a lot to me because of how far it went, how long it survived, and how it inspired my fellow players there. It always fills me with a sense of nostalgia whenever I glance at it in my bookmarks...
I got into RPGuild back when it was still using the old server (the one that got taken down after Mahz got behind on his pay and the providers ended their service without warning). I was pretty bummed when this happened because I was already actively participating in a number of roleplays, and I could only stay in contact with a select few guildmates on the Facebook group. Eventually, the long wait was over, and the site was given renewed life after a few bumps in the road that guildmaster Mahz faced in his attempts to resurrect this place. It was a good day for many including myself when this site slowly started getting more and more features.
2014 was my second year in college and was a very stressful time for me. Mostly concerning academics, with a few occasional problems regarding friends and fellow students alike. Because of this, I had to suddenly drop out of roleplaying for a while in order to have the time to get my real life back in order.
Now, I've returned to the site, and am hoping to get back into the groove of roleplaying and make more great friends and have even greater adventures through whatever huge universe your brilliant minds can think of! If you wanna invite me to play, or even just have a friendly chat about anything, send a message my way and I'll reply as soon as I can =)
For those of you who are wondering, my roleplay interests include: Sci-Fi, Military, sometimes Fantasy, a Fandom one if I'm familiar with the source material, heck I'd be willing to dabble in an Apocalypse setting as well. I'm also willing to try new things as well if it seems fascinating enough. So hit me up with an idea any time and I'd be happy to share my thoughts with you.
Well, I feel like I've used up enough for your time. Thanks for caring enough to read all this, and I hope you enjoy your roleplay adventures as much as I have in the past and the present ^_^
For any of you who are curious, this was one of my biggest RP undertakings before I got into this site (My username also comes from this as a tribute to it!). It's not really a very well-written roleplay (or a very well-managed one for that matter). But it really meant a lot to me because of how far it went, how long it survived, and how it inspired my fellow players there. It always fills me with a sense of nostalgia whenever I glance at it in my bookmarks...
I got into RPGuild back when it was still using the old server (the one that got taken down after Mahz got behind on his pay and the providers ended their service without warning). I was pretty bummed when this happened because I was already actively participating in a number of roleplays, and I could only stay in contact with a select few guildmates on the Facebook group. Eventually, the long wait was over, and the site was given renewed life after a few bumps in the road that guildmaster Mahz faced in his attempts to resurrect this place. It was a good day for many including myself when this site slowly started getting more and more features.
2014 was my second year in college and was a very stressful time for me. Mostly concerning academics, with a few occasional problems regarding friends and fellow students alike. Because of this, I had to suddenly drop out of roleplaying for a while in order to have the time to get my real life back in order.
Now, I've returned to the site, and am hoping to get back into the groove of roleplaying and make more great friends and have even greater adventures through whatever huge universe your brilliant minds can think of! If you wanna invite me to play, or even just have a friendly chat about anything, send a message my way and I'll reply as soon as I can =)
For those of you who are wondering, my roleplay interests include: Sci-Fi, Military, sometimes Fantasy, a Fandom one if I'm familiar with the source material, heck I'd be willing to dabble in an Apocalypse setting as well. I'm also willing to try new things as well if it seems fascinating enough. So hit me up with an idea any time and I'd be happy to share my thoughts with you.
Well, I feel like I've used up enough for your time. Thanks for caring enough to read all this, and I hope you enjoy your roleplay adventures as much as I have in the past and the present ^_^
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Sergeant Ninke was visibly taken by surprise by the new arrival of the beastman, much like Marcus, but managed to stammer out a response asking for the soldier’s name.
"My name is Khaz. What is yours?" The beastman responded. Marcus thought it was an odd name, but then again, if he came from a planet of abhumans then odd customs were to be expected.
Ninke stammered out a response. "Ehm... I am N-ninke Ingran, uh Sergeant Ninke Ingran. P-pleasure to meet you" She said. Marcus decided to introduce himself as well, since he had greeted the beastman too, it was only polite. {color=darkgoldenrod]"Err... My name's Marcus Gruber. But my friends call me Mudfish."[/color] He said.
Before their conversations could get anywhere though, Marcus heard Dace’s voice shout from further away in the crowd. “Hey Mudfish! Come on, our transports are loading up! Or would you rather stay in this shithole of a planet?!” He cried. “Alright, cool your promethium! I’m coming! Tell Bertie not to leave without me!” Marcus shouted back, before turning back to the others.
“Well lads, see you in orbit!” Marcus said as he waved goodbye at the strange group he had gathered alongside with.
On board their Regiment’s frigate called The Castellan it had not taken long for Marcus to organize his items and equipment underneath his cot. He then got up from his kneeling position in order to take in the area around him.. The 87th Combined Regiment's living quarters was so large it took an entire deck of the ship, and yet it was clear that all that space was necessary to fit in the men, women, and abhumans that composed their combined Company and Regiment. The deck also housed a mess hall with several tables, and a shooting range on one of the walls.
Marcus' cot was in between the area his old squadmates occupied. On his left was a cot that belonged to Bertolt, and on his right was the one of the beds owned by those strange Deathworlders who called themselves the 3rd Wisps of Settler’s Bane. Being the 3rd Regiment either meant they were really good at what they did, or their planet didn’t have that much to give (the name made the latter more likely as well). Hell, it could even be both… Marcus mused. They seem occupied however, so Marcus decided to get to know them better later. Though he was amused over how the female of their group basically coerced the men into sharing a bed, despite their visible misgivings. He decided to pass time productively by getting used to his new Lasgun, so he took it to the shooting range for some test firing.
Walking through the thick crowd of gray Guardsmen, he noticed several of them passing time through gambling and other card games. While the beastman who introduced himself as "Khaz" was playing what appeared to be some strange board game using wooden tokens and a die. Is that some kind of local variation of Regicide...? Marcus wondered. Though he didn't get a clear look as to how their game played out. He arrived fairly quickly at the shooting range where several men and women were firing at the stationary targets.
Seems like I'm not the only one who's not used to our new weapons Marcus thought. He took up an empty slot, quickly loaded his Lasgun, took aim, and pulled the trigger.
@mackielars@Bright_Ops
It was not long after their company had settled in, that a booming, yet smooth baritone voice called out to all the Guardsmen. He called himself Captain Rochus, and said that he was assuming command of the company instead of Captain Weiss being their head. Marcus had managed to adjust somewhat to the recoil and rate of fire of the Kantrael-pattern Lasgun, but stopped his practice short in case all the Guardsmen were expected to stand at attention for every word their new CO uttered. After he had finished speaking, Marcus and his old squadmates clapped their hands in response. Obviously the part of being the “most formidable mechanized formation this side of Holy Terra” was all talk, but at least it showed that their new CO had spirit and determination. Not to mention he’s from the Armageddon Steel Legions? We couldn’t have picked a better commander for a Mechanized Infantry unit Marcus thought, remembering the feats of skill and heroism he heard about Armageddon’s regiments, especially during the battles against Warboss Ghazgkull.
He was surprised to hear that the Wisps were being called up to the Colonel’s office however, and hoped that they weren’t too high off their asses yet from the lho sticks. The captain then asked them to field questions towards him, if there were any.
Khaz, the beastman was the first to ask, and was straight to the point ”When are we getting to where we're going and what's the best way to kill what we're fighting when we get there?” He asked.
Ninke was the next to ask one, struggling to be heard over the mumbling and talking among the crowd. ” Ehm... v-vhat huppened too Captain Weiss? Und... ehm vill our positons be avvected by the change in leadership?” She asked, clearly concerned to know whether she was still a sergeant or not.
@agentmanatee
Third, the feline abhuman Meris asked a question. ”Captain, can we expect less chances of friendly fire happening to us” She asked. Marcus could not tell whether it was a legitimate question, or a passive aggressive voicing of her concerns due to past experiences. In any case, he hoped they did not have any racist officers who would let such a thing happen. They were short-staffed as it is (being a combined regiment) and additional losses would be tantamount to betrayal against the God Emperor and The Imperium.
@NecroKnight
Marcus decided to ask his own question after Meris finished hers. He moved closer to the Captain, pushing slightly through the crowd before voicing his question. ”Sir! How will we divide the roles in the Company? How will we be divided into support units, shock troopers, or standard infantry detail?” Marcus shouted over the crowd. It seemed important enough to ask, being a combined regiment, not a single Guardsman had a clear role yet. They performed no training drills together yet, nor any teachings of uniform combat doctrines. Everyone would still be used to their old regiment’s style of combat, and he wondered how all those different combat tactics would be assigned and combined in the 87th.
"My name is Khaz. What is yours?" The beastman responded. Marcus thought it was an odd name, but then again, if he came from a planet of abhumans then odd customs were to be expected.
Ninke stammered out a response. "Ehm... I am N-ninke Ingran, uh Sergeant Ninke Ingran. P-pleasure to meet you" She said. Marcus decided to introduce himself as well, since he had greeted the beastman too, it was only polite. {color=darkgoldenrod]"Err... My name's Marcus Gruber. But my friends call me Mudfish."[/color] He said.
Before their conversations could get anywhere though, Marcus heard Dace’s voice shout from further away in the crowd. “Hey Mudfish! Come on, our transports are loading up! Or would you rather stay in this shithole of a planet?!” He cried. “Alright, cool your promethium! I’m coming! Tell Bertie not to leave without me!” Marcus shouted back, before turning back to the others.
“Well lads, see you in orbit!” Marcus said as he waved goodbye at the strange group he had gathered alongside with.
On board their Regiment’s frigate called The Castellan it had not taken long for Marcus to organize his items and equipment underneath his cot. He then got up from his kneeling position in order to take in the area around him.. The 87th Combined Regiment's living quarters was so large it took an entire deck of the ship, and yet it was clear that all that space was necessary to fit in the men, women, and abhumans that composed their combined Company and Regiment. The deck also housed a mess hall with several tables, and a shooting range on one of the walls.
Marcus' cot was in between the area his old squadmates occupied. On his left was a cot that belonged to Bertolt, and on his right was the one of the beds owned by those strange Deathworlders who called themselves the 3rd Wisps of Settler’s Bane. Being the 3rd Regiment either meant they were really good at what they did, or their planet didn’t have that much to give (the name made the latter more likely as well). Hell, it could even be both… Marcus mused. They seem occupied however, so Marcus decided to get to know them better later. Though he was amused over how the female of their group basically coerced the men into sharing a bed, despite their visible misgivings. He decided to pass time productively by getting used to his new Lasgun, so he took it to the shooting range for some test firing.
Walking through the thick crowd of gray Guardsmen, he noticed several of them passing time through gambling and other card games. While the beastman who introduced himself as "Khaz" was playing what appeared to be some strange board game using wooden tokens and a die. Is that some kind of local variation of Regicide...? Marcus wondered. Though he didn't get a clear look as to how their game played out. He arrived fairly quickly at the shooting range where several men and women were firing at the stationary targets.
Seems like I'm not the only one who's not used to our new weapons Marcus thought. He took up an empty slot, quickly loaded his Lasgun, took aim, and pulled the trigger.
@mackielars@Bright_Ops
It was not long after their company had settled in, that a booming, yet smooth baritone voice called out to all the Guardsmen. He called himself Captain Rochus, and said that he was assuming command of the company instead of Captain Weiss being their head. Marcus had managed to adjust somewhat to the recoil and rate of fire of the Kantrael-pattern Lasgun, but stopped his practice short in case all the Guardsmen were expected to stand at attention for every word their new CO uttered. After he had finished speaking, Marcus and his old squadmates clapped their hands in response. Obviously the part of being the “most formidable mechanized formation this side of Holy Terra” was all talk, but at least it showed that their new CO had spirit and determination. Not to mention he’s from the Armageddon Steel Legions? We couldn’t have picked a better commander for a Mechanized Infantry unit Marcus thought, remembering the feats of skill and heroism he heard about Armageddon’s regiments, especially during the battles against Warboss Ghazgkull.
He was surprised to hear that the Wisps were being called up to the Colonel’s office however, and hoped that they weren’t too high off their asses yet from the lho sticks. The captain then asked them to field questions towards him, if there were any.
Khaz, the beastman was the first to ask, and was straight to the point ”When are we getting to where we're going and what's the best way to kill what we're fighting when we get there?” He asked.
Ninke was the next to ask one, struggling to be heard over the mumbling and talking among the crowd. ” Ehm... v-vhat huppened too Captain Weiss? Und... ehm vill our positons be avvected by the change in leadership?” She asked, clearly concerned to know whether she was still a sergeant or not.
@agentmanatee
Third, the feline abhuman Meris asked a question. ”Captain, can we expect less chances of friendly fire happening to us” She asked. Marcus could not tell whether it was a legitimate question, or a passive aggressive voicing of her concerns due to past experiences. In any case, he hoped they did not have any racist officers who would let such a thing happen. They were short-staffed as it is (being a combined regiment) and additional losses would be tantamount to betrayal against the God Emperor and The Imperium.
@NecroKnight
Marcus decided to ask his own question after Meris finished hers. He moved closer to the Captain, pushing slightly through the crowd before voicing his question. ”Sir! How will we divide the roles in the Company? How will we be divided into support units, shock troopers, or standard infantry detail?” Marcus shouted over the crowd. It seemed important enough to ask, being a combined regiment, not a single Guardsman had a clear role yet. They performed no training drills together yet, nor any teachings of uniform combat doctrines. Everyone would still be used to their old regiment’s style of combat, and he wondered how all those different combat tactics would be assigned and combined in the 87th.
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Will get around to posting soon, I was hoping one of the group would reply before we got shipped off, but ah well. Hopefully we can get some proper interactions going as we travel through space and The Warp.
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IS @Lmpwrkr even still around? He didn't answer the roll call
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Took me so long to finalize my post because people kept showing up to the group, had to keep on editing to accomodate everyone so far 
. I hope I didn't get anything wrong in terms of warhammer lore (like if Marcus' and his squadmates' current behavior is acceptable behavior, or if they have watches on their wrists to tell the time since I wasn't able to read about anything like that on the wiki) or with the RP itself (like if the troops were housed in hab-units for the night). Let me know if I did so I can immediately correct it.
Anyway, enjoy a PTSD-filled dream sequence and post-inspection shenaigans
. I hope I didn't get anything wrong in terms of warhammer lore (like if Marcus' and his squadmates' current behavior is acceptable behavior, or if they have watches on their wrists to tell the time since I wasn't able to read about anything like that on the wiki) or with the RP itself (like if the troops were housed in hab-units for the night). Let me know if I did so I can immediately correct it.Anyway, enjoy a PTSD-filled dream sequence and post-inspection shenaigans
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Explosions
Gunfire
Screaming
In the cacophony of sounds, these three stood out the most to Marcus in the pitch black. Then, the darkness gave way to blurred images and he could see the scene unfold before him.
He stood in the middle of a mass of Guardsmen running forward. Up ahead, he could see the massive bodies of the greenskinned Orks growing nearer and nearer. Marcus could barely feel it, but he was running alongside the Guardsmen as well. The sounds of fighting became louder and louder. Suddenly, a loud booming voice echoed above the battlefield, briefly drowning out the sounds of death and violence. ”INFANTRY! OUR ENEMY COMES AT US IN DROVES. NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, YOU WILL HOLD THE LINE, YOU WILL STAND YOUR GROUND, YOU WILL NOT STOP FIRING!” The Commissar shouted.
”Here they come!”
”ATTACK! FOR EMPEROR AND IMPERIUM!”
As he witnessed their frontline clash against the Ork hordes, the images blurred again and began being mashed together in what seemed to be a morbid series of videos and images, with the disjointed sounds of gunfire, lasfire, screams, battlecries, and the violent tearing of both human and xeno flesh.
A massive Ork wielding two axes charges through a group of flamers as people shout from all around.
”THEY’VE BROKEN THROUGH!”
”The formation’s broken!”
Keep firing… keep firing…
A Guardsman is thrown by an explosion nearby and loses his Lasgun as Gretchins swarm him. He pulls out his entrenching tool and swings at the Gretchins, flinging the small creatures and spilling blood as the soldier let out a primal scream. An Ork came screaming back at the Guardsman, and as the human stabbed their shovel into the Ork’s gaping mouth, the Ork’s axe was lodged into their head, causing both of them to fall to the ground, stuck to each other.
”We’re surrounded!
”KEEP SHOOTING
Keep firing… keep firing… Keep firing!
A group of Guardsmen fire their Lasguns wildly into a charging mass of Orks who return fire with their Slugga pistols. One of the Guardsmen runs out of ammunition and charges forward with a harrowing battlecry, his Lasgun raised into the air with the bayonet pointed at the greenskins. The bayonet hit the Ork’s armor, causing the blade to break and fly off as the angered Ork unloaded their Slugga on the Guardsman, causing the man to be shaken like a ragdoll as the rounds pierced through his body. ”DANCE ‘UMIE DAAAAANCE!” The Ork's baritone voice boomed.
”Keep shooting, men!”
”STAND FAST, 3RD COMPANY! IN THE EMPEROR’S NAME YOU WILL HOLD YOUR GROUND OR DIE! KEEP FIRING
”KEEP FIRING, YOU DOGS!
Keep Firing! Keep Firing! Keep Firing! Keep Firing!
A Guardsman lay slumped against a metal pillar atop a growing pool of blood, holes punctured in their chest and an Ork choppa lodged deep into their leg. The dead human’s arms clutched a Lasgun tightly, the weapon continuously firing at the dead Ork that held the choppa.
”They’re everywhere! THEY’RE EVERYWHERE!”
”There’s no end to them! THEY WON’T STOP!”
Greenskins began piling in from all directions, slaughtering any Guardsman in front of them. The ground beneath Marcus’ feet began shaking and he frantically runs away as the ground around him falls into a dark abyss.
He somehow finds himself in the middle of the large munitions factory, Orks begin coming out of every corner and there is not a single Guardsman in sight, yet somehow the screams and cries continued. Looking down, Marcus realized he was standing atop a pile of dead Orks and Guardsmen. Looking around, he realized that the corpses surrounded him as well, though he did not see them there before. The Orks began letting out a nightmarish yell as they all began running at Marcus. He began firing all around him, trying to prioritize the Orks that came closest. For every Ork that fell, another one would suddenly appear from nowhere and join the horde. Marcus held down the trigger as he spun around and around, his Persuader never running out of ammunition, and the pile of bodies growing larger and larger.
KEEPFIRING KEEPFIRING KEEPFIRING KEEPFI----!
Suddenly, he felt a cold hand grasp his right leg and begin tugging at it with great force. Glancing down, he saw it was one of the bloodied Guardsman bodies, trying to pull him down violently. The moment he had looked down, both human and Ork bodies began stirring and tugging at his legs and armor. Marcus struggled to continue firing at the oncoming enemies, but as soon as both of his feet had been swept off the ground, he fell over, his Lasgun firing wildly into the air as the live Orks swarmed him. Immediately, Ork axes and blades flashed overhead as they all fell upon his body, and he felt great pain erupt all across his body.
”GAH!” Marcus exclaimed as he sat up from his bed, breathing rapidly. He looked around to get his bearings, and when he saw that he was inside a hab-unit with his fellow Guardsmen still sleeping in their bunks he realized he had been dreaming. Well… more like having a bloody nightmare… By the Emperor, I need some air… He thought as he got up from his bunk.
Stepping onto the cold floor of the hab-unit (thankfully negated by his socks), he quickly went to grab his boots and slide them on. After fastening them onto his feet, he got up to check on his timepiece. 0403… Still a good hour before the inspection… Can’t go back to sleep so I might as well stretch my legs. He thought as he walked towards the entrance of the building. He stopped by their stockpile to gather his equipment. He contemplated for some time whether he should take his wargear with him since they were not in any immediate danger, yet somehow he felt this nagging feeling of vulnerability in the back of his head that simply compelled him to take it with him. So he put on his newly polished armor, slung on his equipment pack, fastened his Krak grenade bandolier, and loaded his persuader with a drum magazine before stepping out in the cold early morning air.
Brrr... This air could wake up some of the heaviest drunks I knew...
Thanks to his early morning walk, Marcus was already lively and alert by the time the inspection rolled around, which was more than could be said for his squadmates who still had a hangover from the previous night. This got them a stern scolding from the officers handling the inspection, but Marcus felt they were let off easy since the officers knew how much the survivors needed that party to blow off steam. Though, he did not miss a chance to tease his squadmates over the fact that it was their hangovers that got them shouted at instead of the uncleanliness of his uniform (which he felt he wasted effort on cleaning, since their old uniforms and armors were taken anyway)
During the inspection, they were issued new Cadian style equipment as replacements for their previous wargear. Dace “Hotshot” Hawthorne was given a new Flamer and would be issued a melta bomb as an auxiliary explosive. Bertolt “Bolt” Taggart had a pleasant surprise when he was assigned to be a Chimera driver once more thanks to his previous experience and technical know-how. Hardin “Slick” Savoy was issued a Kantrael pattern Lasgun along with a set of Frag grenades and other standard issue gear. Marcus received the same treatment as Hardin, with some Frag grenades being added to his previous explosives arsenal, but was not happy over the fact that the Kantrael pattern weapon was replacing his Merovech Persuader.
”This gun’s rate of fire is so much slower than what I’m used to. What are they expecting me to kill with this slow thing? Gretchins?” Marcus asked sarcastically. “This is standard procedure for new regiment formations. We’re not a close-quarter unit any more so they’re givin’ us grunts something more multipurpose. Don’t worry, just show the brass what you’re good at and you’ll get it back.” Hardin explained, trying to calm Marcus down. ”I suppose so… I’ll just follow your lead and hope you take us all back into shock trooper detail.” Marcus replied. “No promises, lads. Though I’m glad you all appreciate my shrewd nature.” Hardin replied. Out of the four survivors of the 344th, Marcus recognized that Hardin had the most combat experience out of all of them and understood how the Imperial bureaucracy worked within The Guard. He used that knowledge for both survival and personal gain, that had earned him the nickname “Slick” among his peers. Dace piped up. “I don’t much care where they put me in, as long as I can stay alive, and keep cooking a dozen xenos for every dead Flashflooder!” He said with enthusiasm. ”I think we can all agree to that!” Marcus added.
Marcus looked around the crowd of Guardsmen which had gathered in the wake of both the speech and the inspection. Through the mass of gray urban combat uniforms, he saw a few familiar faces. One was the Cadian pyrotechnic Officer who gave him the Squig bits, another was the blonde scarred woman from the previous night who went berserk on the Ork ball they toyed with, and the other was the Felinid abhuman who actually owned the Ork ball. Upon seeing them, Marcus remembered something, causing him to pause for a moment before going through his pockets and then jogging towards them. “Be right back, boys!” He said to his squadmates as he left.
“Hey, you there!” He shouted towards Angelika. As he approached the group of Guardsmen, he pulled out two alcohol ration cards. The lady with scars had just finished introducing herself as Ninke Ingran when Marcus arrived. After she had finished, Marcus spoke up towards Angelika as well. “Sorry. Never did manage to give this to you last night, with all of the commotion. But hey, it’s not as if these things have an expiry date anyway, heh.” Marcus said as he presented her with the cards. He then turned towards the Felinid, who had began introducing herself to Ninke.
"I am Corporal Meris Fixun. Felinid, Imperial Guard Medic and the person, whose play-ball got demolished by you. Ma'am,"
Marcus glanced towards Ninke, before turning back towards Meris and speaking. ”Okay, I don’t claim to know much about your planet’s customs, but I’m guessing Sergeant Ingram owes you an apology for breaking your toy.” Marcus said, having noticed Ninke's rank symbol. He hoped that the sergeant did not take offense to the Felinid's passive-aggressiveness, or Marcus' casual reference to them, but he figured it was a harmless way to see how Ninke behaved as an authority figure, consequences be damned.
Suddenly however, a large figure loomed over the group, and Marcus was taken by surprise when the abhuman from last night (who had supposedly been challenged by the lunatic who threatened Angelika and their Company Commander) stood before them. He wondered for a moment what the large man's purpose was when he broke the silence with a curt nod and a stoic "Hello"
"Uhh... Top o' the morning too, my good man." Marcus replied awkwardly with a short nod back at them.
@Dannyrulx @agentmanatee @NecroKnight @Bright_Ops
Gunfire
Screaming
In the cacophony of sounds, these three stood out the most to Marcus in the pitch black. Then, the darkness gave way to blurred images and he could see the scene unfold before him.
He stood in the middle of a mass of Guardsmen running forward. Up ahead, he could see the massive bodies of the greenskinned Orks growing nearer and nearer. Marcus could barely feel it, but he was running alongside the Guardsmen as well. The sounds of fighting became louder and louder. Suddenly, a loud booming voice echoed above the battlefield, briefly drowning out the sounds of death and violence. ”INFANTRY! OUR ENEMY COMES AT US IN DROVES. NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, YOU WILL HOLD THE LINE, YOU WILL STAND YOUR GROUND, YOU WILL NOT STOP FIRING!” The Commissar shouted.
”Here they come!”
”ATTACK! FOR EMPEROR AND IMPERIUM!”
As he witnessed their frontline clash against the Ork hordes, the images blurred again and began being mashed together in what seemed to be a morbid series of videos and images, with the disjointed sounds of gunfire, lasfire, screams, battlecries, and the violent tearing of both human and xeno flesh.
A massive Ork wielding two axes charges through a group of flamers as people shout from all around.
”THEY’VE BROKEN THROUGH!”
”The formation’s broken!”
Keep firing… keep firing…
A Guardsman is thrown by an explosion nearby and loses his Lasgun as Gretchins swarm him. He pulls out his entrenching tool and swings at the Gretchins, flinging the small creatures and spilling blood as the soldier let out a primal scream. An Ork came screaming back at the Guardsman, and as the human stabbed their shovel into the Ork’s gaping mouth, the Ork’s axe was lodged into their head, causing both of them to fall to the ground, stuck to each other.
”We’re surrounded!
”KEEP SHOOTING
Keep firing… keep firing… Keep firing!
A group of Guardsmen fire their Lasguns wildly into a charging mass of Orks who return fire with their Slugga pistols. One of the Guardsmen runs out of ammunition and charges forward with a harrowing battlecry, his Lasgun raised into the air with the bayonet pointed at the greenskins. The bayonet hit the Ork’s armor, causing the blade to break and fly off as the angered Ork unloaded their Slugga on the Guardsman, causing the man to be shaken like a ragdoll as the rounds pierced through his body. ”DANCE ‘UMIE DAAAAANCE!” The Ork's baritone voice boomed.
”Keep shooting, men!”
”STAND FAST, 3RD COMPANY! IN THE EMPEROR’S NAME YOU WILL HOLD YOUR GROUND OR DIE! KEEP FIRING
”KEEP FIRING, YOU DOGS!
Keep Firing! Keep Firing! Keep Firing! Keep Firing!
A Guardsman lay slumped against a metal pillar atop a growing pool of blood, holes punctured in their chest and an Ork choppa lodged deep into their leg. The dead human’s arms clutched a Lasgun tightly, the weapon continuously firing at the dead Ork that held the choppa.
”They’re everywhere! THEY’RE EVERYWHERE!”
”There’s no end to them! THEY WON’T STOP!”
Greenskins began piling in from all directions, slaughtering any Guardsman in front of them. The ground beneath Marcus’ feet began shaking and he frantically runs away as the ground around him falls into a dark abyss.
He somehow finds himself in the middle of the large munitions factory, Orks begin coming out of every corner and there is not a single Guardsman in sight, yet somehow the screams and cries continued. Looking down, Marcus realized he was standing atop a pile of dead Orks and Guardsmen. Looking around, he realized that the corpses surrounded him as well, though he did not see them there before. The Orks began letting out a nightmarish yell as they all began running at Marcus. He began firing all around him, trying to prioritize the Orks that came closest. For every Ork that fell, another one would suddenly appear from nowhere and join the horde. Marcus held down the trigger as he spun around and around, his Persuader never running out of ammunition, and the pile of bodies growing larger and larger.
KEEPFIRING KEEPFIRING KEEPFIRING KEEPFI----!
Suddenly, he felt a cold hand grasp his right leg and begin tugging at it with great force. Glancing down, he saw it was one of the bloodied Guardsman bodies, trying to pull him down violently. The moment he had looked down, both human and Ork bodies began stirring and tugging at his legs and armor. Marcus struggled to continue firing at the oncoming enemies, but as soon as both of his feet had been swept off the ground, he fell over, his Lasgun firing wildly into the air as the live Orks swarmed him. Immediately, Ork axes and blades flashed overhead as they all fell upon his body, and he felt great pain erupt all across his body.
”GAH!” Marcus exclaimed as he sat up from his bed, breathing rapidly. He looked around to get his bearings, and when he saw that he was inside a hab-unit with his fellow Guardsmen still sleeping in their bunks he realized he had been dreaming. Well… more like having a bloody nightmare… By the Emperor, I need some air… He thought as he got up from his bunk.
Stepping onto the cold floor of the hab-unit (thankfully negated by his socks), he quickly went to grab his boots and slide them on. After fastening them onto his feet, he got up to check on his timepiece. 0403… Still a good hour before the inspection… Can’t go back to sleep so I might as well stretch my legs. He thought as he walked towards the entrance of the building. He stopped by their stockpile to gather his equipment. He contemplated for some time whether he should take his wargear with him since they were not in any immediate danger, yet somehow he felt this nagging feeling of vulnerability in the back of his head that simply compelled him to take it with him. So he put on his newly polished armor, slung on his equipment pack, fastened his Krak grenade bandolier, and loaded his persuader with a drum magazine before stepping out in the cold early morning air.
Brrr... This air could wake up some of the heaviest drunks I knew...
Thanks to his early morning walk, Marcus was already lively and alert by the time the inspection rolled around, which was more than could be said for his squadmates who still had a hangover from the previous night. This got them a stern scolding from the officers handling the inspection, but Marcus felt they were let off easy since the officers knew how much the survivors needed that party to blow off steam. Though, he did not miss a chance to tease his squadmates over the fact that it was their hangovers that got them shouted at instead of the uncleanliness of his uniform (which he felt he wasted effort on cleaning, since their old uniforms and armors were taken anyway)
During the inspection, they were issued new Cadian style equipment as replacements for their previous wargear. Dace “Hotshot” Hawthorne was given a new Flamer and would be issued a melta bomb as an auxiliary explosive. Bertolt “Bolt” Taggart had a pleasant surprise when he was assigned to be a Chimera driver once more thanks to his previous experience and technical know-how. Hardin “Slick” Savoy was issued a Kantrael pattern Lasgun along with a set of Frag grenades and other standard issue gear. Marcus received the same treatment as Hardin, with some Frag grenades being added to his previous explosives arsenal, but was not happy over the fact that the Kantrael pattern weapon was replacing his Merovech Persuader.
”This gun’s rate of fire is so much slower than what I’m used to. What are they expecting me to kill with this slow thing? Gretchins?” Marcus asked sarcastically. “This is standard procedure for new regiment formations. We’re not a close-quarter unit any more so they’re givin’ us grunts something more multipurpose. Don’t worry, just show the brass what you’re good at and you’ll get it back.” Hardin explained, trying to calm Marcus down. ”I suppose so… I’ll just follow your lead and hope you take us all back into shock trooper detail.” Marcus replied. “No promises, lads. Though I’m glad you all appreciate my shrewd nature.” Hardin replied. Out of the four survivors of the 344th, Marcus recognized that Hardin had the most combat experience out of all of them and understood how the Imperial bureaucracy worked within The Guard. He used that knowledge for both survival and personal gain, that had earned him the nickname “Slick” among his peers. Dace piped up. “I don’t much care where they put me in, as long as I can stay alive, and keep cooking a dozen xenos for every dead Flashflooder!” He said with enthusiasm. ”I think we can all agree to that!” Marcus added.
Marcus looked around the crowd of Guardsmen which had gathered in the wake of both the speech and the inspection. Through the mass of gray urban combat uniforms, he saw a few familiar faces. One was the Cadian pyrotechnic Officer who gave him the Squig bits, another was the blonde scarred woman from the previous night who went berserk on the Ork ball they toyed with, and the other was the Felinid abhuman who actually owned the Ork ball. Upon seeing them, Marcus remembered something, causing him to pause for a moment before going through his pockets and then jogging towards them. “Be right back, boys!” He said to his squadmates as he left.
“Hey, you there!” He shouted towards Angelika. As he approached the group of Guardsmen, he pulled out two alcohol ration cards. The lady with scars had just finished introducing herself as Ninke Ingran when Marcus arrived. After she had finished, Marcus spoke up towards Angelika as well. “Sorry. Never did manage to give this to you last night, with all of the commotion. But hey, it’s not as if these things have an expiry date anyway, heh.” Marcus said as he presented her with the cards. He then turned towards the Felinid, who had began introducing herself to Ninke.
"I am Corporal Meris Fixun. Felinid, Imperial Guard Medic and the person, whose play-ball got demolished by you. Ma'am,"
Marcus glanced towards Ninke, before turning back towards Meris and speaking. ”Okay, I don’t claim to know much about your planet’s customs, but I’m guessing Sergeant Ingram owes you an apology for breaking your toy.” Marcus said, having noticed Ninke's rank symbol. He hoped that the sergeant did not take offense to the Felinid's passive-aggressiveness, or Marcus' casual reference to them, but he figured it was a harmless way to see how Ninke behaved as an authority figure, consequences be damned.
Suddenly however, a large figure loomed over the group, and Marcus was taken by surprise when the abhuman from last night (who had supposedly been challenged by the lunatic who threatened Angelika and their Company Commander) stood before them. He wondered for a moment what the large man's purpose was when he broke the silence with a curt nod and a stoic "Hello"
"Uhh... Top o' the morning too, my good man." Marcus replied awkwardly with a short nod back at them.
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I imagine they can keep that, more likely just to be given some frag grenades to go on top.
@mackielars Why?
Ok, got it. Marcus' squaddies will generally be pleased about fresh replacements for their equipment, Bertolt in particular will be happy if he gets assigned a new vehicle. Though Marc himself is going to be a little miffed over not having his rapid-fire Persuader
Also with Persephone's team, it's because their personalized Hija's are going to be taken from them, and replaced with the Guardsman bayonet knife which is inferior in many ways
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M36 Kantrael Pattern las-gun and a bayonet, we're going by Cadian uniform and equipment at the moment. We'd also be considered an Armoured Fist/Mechanised Infantry formation.
Ah I see. What about his Krak grenades and Melta Bombs? Will those be replaced by standard issue Frag grenades?
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Marcus' Persuader wasn't taken, right? As far as I know that's a standard-issue Lasgun but just correct me if I'm wrong
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