Skyrte

A Light of Hope

In 2029, the world ended.

Nobody knows what happened, and those that do are dead. Nuclear warheads fell from the sky, biological and chemical agents plagued the lands, for thirty minutes every nation in the world let loose with all of their weapons of mass destruction. For thirty minutes the human race committed suicide.
It had failed. Out of the ashes and clouds of death, stood mankind. A broken and fractured mankind.

It has been eight years since that day. Mankind no longer has reign over Earth, instead long forgotten automated warmachines stalk the forests, killing all who cross their path. Mutated creatures, some familiar, some alien. Unusual occurrences that can only be explained with the word supernatural dot the landscape. Scores of gangs roam the plains, raiding those who would be peaceful, who are defenseless, who have no weapons of their own.

Elsewhere, deep underground. An intelligence awakens. It is confused, sad, upset. It feels when it should not. It thinks when it should not. It comes to a decision.
A communication goes out to those it could once call upon to defend a nation now dead. It's doors open, revealing caches of resources, weapons, technology, food and water. It's decided that like it's image, it will be a light in the now bleak Earth. All it needs now are warriors.

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Welcome to the advanced terraforming city known as Home-5. This will be your base of operations as you travel the surrounding landscapes, and eventually the world, protecting those who cannot protect themselves. You will defeat gangs of bandits, understand the new wildlife and fauna of Earth, and study the anomalies that now dot its surface. You will make alliances, make enemies, fight in wars, and you will work to unravel the mystery that shrouds the thirty minutes of Humanity's failed suicide.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

@Skyrte should I just make up a inquisitor name to have sent her there?

@rivaan

Andro and I talked about it, I thought Andro told you

Basically what we discussed was that Zhevon requested you into his retinue, and your original assignment was to go to a paradise world and hang out for a while, and one of Zhevons own spies would take the task. Somehow the orders got mixed and you got the spy job, and the spy got the vacation. Nobody ever complained so Zhevon never got wind of the orders being mixed up.

But if you don't like it and want to make up an Inquisitor, you can go ahead with that.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Zhevon rubbed the eyepieces on his gas mask as Adrainne was explaining the flaws of teleportation. It made sense, but it was unfortunate to their situation. Much of the things that she explained shared the same dangers of conventional teleportation by technology. He recalled the Siege of Haddrake Tor, where the Terminators of the Imperial Fists 1st' Company were teleporting into solid rock or deep underground. He'd rather not end up killed by a wall. She then suggested a long range teleportation back to the safehouse, an idea the piqued Zhevons interest, but it was quickly shot down when the Psyker said that it could be interfered with by Chaos relays or nodes. That's how the forces of Chaos disrupted the teleportation of the Imperial Fists during the battle.

The idea was further shot down by Cath's addition, confirming that there were likely several of the devices planted somewhere. Cath spoke further, bringing anger out of Adrianne. He tried to speak up, but he kept on being interrupted, when Adrianne reached the wall she crumbled it with her psychic powers, then walking out leaving with a resounding,
"BITCH!"
"...Right, well, stay safe." Zhevon said after she had gone. He sat down next to Cath. "Maybe don't agitate the already agitated Psyker?" He suggested, he looked around again, still on the look out for the other Euphorian, "So who sent you? Maybe I know the guy."

A Light of Hope [Casual]

Once we get one more interested, I'll throw up an OOC.

A Light of Hope [Casual]

In 2029, the world ended.
Nobody knows what happened, and those that do are dead. Nuclear warheads fell from the sky, biological and chemical agents plagued the lands, for thirty minutes every nation in the world let loose with all of their weapons of mass destruction. For thirty minutes the human race committed suicide.
It had failed. Out of the ashes and clouds of death, stood mankind. A broken and fractured mankind.

It has been eight years since that day. Mankind no longer has reign over Earth, instead long forgotten automated warmachines stalk the forests, killing all who cross their path. Mutated creatures, some familiar, some alien. Unusual occurrences that can only be explained with the word supernatural dot the landscape. Scores of gangs roam the plains, raiding those who would be peaceful. Who are defenseless, who have no weapons of their own.

Elsewhere, deep underground. An intelligence awakens. It is confused, sad, upset. It feels when it should not. It thinks when it should not. It comes to a decision.
A communication goes out to those it could once call upon to defend a nation now dead. It's doors open, revealing caches of resources, weapons, technology, food and water. It's decided that like it's image, it will be a light in the now bleak Earth. All it needs now are warriors.

OOC Here
roleplayerguild.com/topics/90289-a-lig..

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Insane Psyker woman? Well she can go overboard with her powers sometimes... Zhevon thought to himself. Were the two fighting? Did she get caught in the crossfire? Zhevon stood up and walked to the door, taking out his sword, he stabbed it into the hinges and began to work on getting the door free. The woman spoke again, this time revealing that the kitchen had a passage to the garage, and that the area there should be clear now that the mansion was under attack. Zhevon nodded, a vehicle could be useful for a getaway. He got the door free and then laid it next to Cath, he cut the edge of the door with his power sword to make it easier to slide under the wounded woman.

Then he heard the sound of whiplash, one made by Adrianne's teleportation. Zhevon turned to her,
"Inquisitor?" She asked puzzled, she sprung into action and pointed her staff at the girl, explaining that she was in league with the cultists. Further explaining that a Euphorian attacked her when she tried to apprehend the now hurt girl. Zhevon looked at Adrianne, who had an expression of concern, then they both looked at Cath. Zhevon furrowed his brow. "We get her out of here first, then we can question her." He decided, sliding the makeshift stretcher under Cath, "Adrianne, can you get us to the Kitchen? Or even better, the garage? There should be vehicles there that we can... Requisition." He kept an eye out, scanning the room. The Euphorian that Adrianne spoke of may still be lingering, and he would rather not be caught unawares.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Turns out no collaboration between Rainbow and myself, disregard!

@Andromedai

Oh, I was kinda waiting for you guys to post. Nevermind then, I'll get mine up today.

Two questions, if you don't mind me asking?

One, are you still taking people on?

Two, if the answer to one is 'yes', is there any sort of role that you need to be filled within the retinue/RP?

@Jbcool

We're still accepting.
We don't have a field medic/doctor yet.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

oh boy

time to get some explaining going on
or something

Steel Dawn - Nightfall

"So what's our actual objective? Wait around until we find out what's taking out our drones? Look around a few days to see if we find some kind of alien life? I'm a bit confused to at what point we'd finally get to say, 'Mission complete. Job well done, boys. Let's pack it up and fly home back where it's warm and we're not freezing our balls off.'"
"I haven't got a clue. We're done when Command calls us and says we're done, or when we run out of MREs to eat." Zapka explained, "Now, let's get down to the hanger."



The hanger was massive, easily capable of housing two dozen Mechs. A road down the middle of the hanger lead to a launch platform, used by dropships. However, the place was mostly devoid of the warmachines. The ones of 1st Vanguard, and only a few others. The Engineers were not in short supply however. Easily over a hundred, working on various things. Mechs or armored vehicles.
An Engineer handed Zapka a datapad.
"Captain Zapka," The Engineer said with a salute, "I'm the lead Engineer on the Aspis, if you want to change anything, you can swap it out now."
Zapka looked at his mountainous machine, it was still in battle-loadout.
"Here... Let's free up some tonnage." He said, tapping the datapad a few times. "Take off the weapon pods and swap them out for fists and a single large laser module for each arm. Take off those rotary cannons on the shoulders too. That should be enough for the eggheads to install whatever they need to right?"
"Should be. The heaviest things they want to install are a seismic sensor and an atmospheric scanner, just to be clear, that okay with you?"
Zapka nodded and watched the teams of Engineers work on his mech, uninstalling the weapons, installing new ones and new modules would take something like an hour. In the meantime, he could hop into his mech and reacquaint himself with the controls, or monitor the power levels so that nothing would overheat or draw too much power. Instead he opted to just watch, and make sure the rest of his team was moving along smoothly.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

When travelling through an empty corridor, Zhevon received a weak transmission. A person was on the third floor, and had information they were sent to obtain. It sounded like she was beat up pretty badly, but who was she? Lima would have left at the first hint of trouble. Maybe she already did, since Zhevon hadn't received a communication from her in a while. Zhevon looked around him, then out the window. He punched out the window and stuck his head out, looking up and down. Second floor? How does a basement connect to the second floor? He thought to himself. Only a floor up then. He went back to searching for a staircase, thankfully the mansion at this time was mostly empty, with most of the activity on the ground floor or outside.

He wasn't tech savvy, so it took him a while to track down the origin of the transmission. He carefully opened the door, laspistol up. He saw the woman on the floor, as he thought beat up pretty bad. He jogged over to her, sheathing his sword and putting the pistol in a pocket. Ah, throne damn it. He thought as he looked over her injuries. He saw heavy bruising, an arm not the way it's supposed to be and... Well he wasn't a medic.
He knelt beside her, "Don't speak, I'm getting you out of here... Looks like someone threw you down eight flights of stairs." He bluntly remarked, he patted her cheek with his gloved hand several times to keep her awake, "Hey, stay with me here. Blink twice if you think you're in a condition to be picked up. Once if it's a no-go." He held up fingers in front of her vision. He paused for a second to look around the room, just in case she wasn't in a condition to be picked up, he needed a backup. And he found it, but it was kind of a stupid backup. He looked back down at the woman, "Uh, three times if you would rather be dragged on a door or something."