Tenlock

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

I think it would just be best if I bow out of this, I've become a lost busier than I anticipated with studying and interviews hence my absences.

Have fun folks.

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

Last chance(s) @Agent B52 and @Tenlock, I'm off this weekend, and if you've nae posted by the time I return then I'll have to wipe out your regiments and say goodbye.

@Ozymandias Great post, I imagine @Sarpedon and @Lord Coake can help a sister out and all can get together to the cathedral...or any way you choose, really.

@Jbcool

Not quite sure what you'd have me do, I used my post to set up our regiments working together to get to the cathedral as asked/suggested but haven't had a response.

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

The orks had been caught in the trap as were expected, and, just as one could expect, they had responded to the trap with even greater aggression. The Elysians were used to being dropped into the hell of it, and so quickly adapted around the guard regiments they had been thrust among to turn back the green tide. Pushing them back into the guns of their own regiment, lines of drop sentinels lancing over rubble and ruin to bring their superior firepower to bare.

Before the greenskins in the area could be eradicated in full, new orders cam through, the entire force, those who had already been deployed, were to head to the central Cathedral, whether this was of great tactical need or more an issue of what it should represent, this was not a question for the boots on the ground. They were moving without a grumble, even if it pained to leave a sector of the hive not entirely wiped clean. The Elysians ranged ahead of the Endorans and the Nendardel, without the armoured units of their peers they were a lighter force and so formed a screen of well trained scouts and walkers without any delay to confirm such a formation. Particularly with the risk of surviving orks, it was hardly an unwelcome addition.

Ariel and her squad moved and pace, from ruin to ruin, both screening them for threats as well as benefiting from the cover. Rogue ordinance was hardly a rarity in any conflict, let alone those against the orks. However, it wasn't any rogue attack that finally struck the Elysians with full force. Just as the regiments neared the Cathedral, the ground itself seemed to erupt. Countless explosions along the line as orks burst from the underground, from sewers and underhive, on foot or in their ragtag tunnelling vehicles, it displayed a cunning found only in the most 'cerebral' orkish warlords. Sentinels disappeared by the squadron, brought down by rockets or simply sunk into the earth. Of course, Ariel cared little in the moment for the rest of the regiment, as her squad found itself huddled in the rubble strewn crated that was once a public hall, pinned by persistent gunfire.

"Well shit, command fucked us on this one." Sergeant Tyrick swore, attempting to lean up to take a look at what they were facing, before immediately having to duck away from a spray of rounds. "Might have picked them up if we didn't have to haul ass." His words were followed by a flurry of curses from the remainder of the squad as the orks trained their rockets on their bolthole, evidently having run out of armoured targets. Much of the warped metal and scorched ground that the Elysians were using for cover was churned into uselessnes, and as a squad they were forced to empty las rounds in the direction of the most imminent orks simply to stay alive, keep their heads down so that at least one direction was neautralised. Even still, they began to drop.

Their only hope of salvation would be the imminent arrival of the regiments they had ranged ahead of.

Alien To This World IntCheck [Sci-fi/Medieval Fantasy]

Seems like an interesting idea, write me down.

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

@Tenlock I'll take your word for it, I guess...

@Sarpedon

Just so you don't have to;

youtube.com/watch?v=FFcogzl_RKY

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

Can all these NCOs please proceed to lose their fucking minds every time someone calls them "sir"? Please? Because no one calls a sergeant "sir" and doesn't hear about it. Other than Full Metal Jacket, I can't think of a single instance where it flies... NCOs earned their rank, it behooves those below them to use it properly.

@Sarpedon

Play any Dawn of War Game. It's the norm.

This is the Imperial Guard not a 21st century army.

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

The hum of engines and the crack of flak was a sound all too familiar to any of the 12th. The combination of both dulled, but did not drown out, the roar of the conflict far below.

"All right troopers, the foot-sloggers have got themselves in a hole, charged and the orks have done a fine job of making them look 'right silly. We're going in to dig them out. Most of the regiment is going to deploy and cut 'in' to the trap, we are among the lucky few that are diving straight into the mess, reinforce the Endorans, questions?" Sergeant J Emanuel Tyrick was not a man of doubt or one who suffered it in others. He wouldn't allow any form of complaint as to the recklessness of their deployment, when he asked for questions, he meant exactly what he said and nothing more.

"Anything to get out of a box with a witch." Not all of their current squad had fought together long, the drop troops had a relatively high casualty rate in comparison to the length of time it took to train one, and so squads were reshuffled to move back to full strength rather than relying on a stream of recruits. Four of the 12 man squad currently housed with the Valkyrie were new, and formed their own little 'corner' of the transport. The comment was quite squarely directed at the currently silent figure at the far end of the hold, an empty seat between her and the rest of the squad, as the sergeant was standing to address them all. The figure was quite clearly, even under flak and the PT-38 jumpsuit, female, even if her facial features had been covered. With bleached white hair and the I of the ministorum marked across her cheek, she could almost have been an out-of-place sister of the Ordos, instead, the thin metal collar snaked around her neck marked her for that she was. Ariel's eyes turned to the speaker, and the trio that surrounded him, matching their hostile stares with her own cold eyes.

"You're new here Guardsmen Samuel, and maybe they don't teach damned respect in every squad in this regiment, but I had a 'slight' inclination they do, either way, you get one slide. Now if you speak out of turn, unwarranted, one more fucking time, I'll have you dropped right in a warbosses' damn stinking hut. Is that understood you piece of shit?" Tyrick's tirade was as much a response to the guardsmen contributing nothing in the way of a question as in defence of a member of his squad, but it was about as much as Ariel could hope for even from a man who, on a good day, she might consider a friend. Such was the fate of a psyker that even those who supported them had to do so in careful measures.

"Yes sir, sorry sir." The response was snapped back, disciplined, so not a complete waste of air.

"Very good, now, on your feet guardsmen, lets go save the day." With that the entire squad stood, the 'wings' of their grav-shutes unfurling as they did so, each firing off a test 'blast' from each wing thruster out of well trained habit.

"Fight!" The sergeant roared, before the squad, as a whole, chanted back.

"In his name."

"Kill!"

"In his name."

"Triumph!"

"In his name."

"Die!"

"In his name."

"Wonderful fucking day to save lives." With that, Sergeant Tyrick slammed his fist into the door release control, the hold of the Valkyrie opening up and the man himself disappearing in the next moment. The remainder of the squad dived in twos. It felt like an age before Ariel herself plummeted out, but in reality they were all gone within a pair of moments. The grav-shutes enabled them to descend at breakneck speeds, the fast moving, relatively tiny figures of descending guardsmen almost impossible to track for the orc anti-air response. In the reverse of the battlefields of old, the drop troopers were odds wise safer out of the transport than in.

From behind the helmet shield that prevented her eyes from being blasted back into her skull, Ariel watched the battle below, the sprawl of Vernum awash with the tide of battle. The scale of the conflict might have been enough to drive one not used to it insane. Hundreds of lives, alien and human, were being spent every moment, termites within the mound of the hive city. When her thoughts snapped back to her own private war, she had to adjust her flight path to avoid a barrage of flak that ripped apart two of her squad further ahead. The odds were one thing, but a guardsmen being caught in the line of fire would certainly have rather been in a Valkyrie.

A further eight seconds passed before she had to reverse the direction of her thrusters, slowing her fall from high enough that the velocity did not rip her body apart. Ten seconds later, she touched down, the survivors of her squad, the two losses being the only to account for, all landing within 20 meters. A perfect landing in the wrong place. Rather than land among the imperial troops they had been placed a little into Orkish lines, and so they came down guns blazing. Ariel snapped off a trio of perfectly placed las shots, downing a roaring ork as it neared them. Wordlessly, the squad began to form a circle, fending off the orcs that noticed they suddenly had a much closer target to hack. A temporary defence until they could find a path to reach the Endorans. The Elysian troops were a far more well-drilled regiment than most, shots being fired in careful bursts rather than sprays of las rounds, but even still, slowly being encircled by an increasing number of orks charging them through the rubble of the city, their firing was beginning to come at a more frantic pace.

The first orks began to reach uncomfortably close soon after, clambering over their fallen brethren with roaring glee. As a pair charged Ariel, she dropped her lasgun, instead pulling the long combat knife from her belt. One of the orks was a few steps ahead of the other, and she took its first blow, a wild swing of the axe, on the blade, the force shuddering through her causing her to hiss in pain. She pushed back, unbalancing it for the moment, before turning to the other, and opened her mind to the madness of the immaterium.

Bringing her hand down in an arc, a curved line of purple light scythed through the air, splitting the second ork in two before it could process the new threat. The guardsman beside her, one of the new additions, jumped out of his skin at the sight, mumbling off a furious curse and prayer, before his distraction was cut short when the first ork's axe became buried in his skull.

Idiot Ariel thought, cursing both the now-dead squadmate, and, more inwardly, her self once again for what she was.

The remaining ork, eyes on the guardsman it had just slain, proved an easy finish, her blade buried in its neck before she lifed her lasgun from the ground. Her squad had bought themselves an opening, and so they were all running, to what remained of the embattled Endorans, just as the remainder of the Elysian squads jumping to this section of the fighting touched down among them, guns trained on the orcs. Soon, the remainder of the 12th and 13th Elysian drop regiments would deploy on the other side of the Orks ambushing the foot-sloggers, and be caught between the new arrivals and those they had previously entrapped.

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

Ariel Redempta

Name: Ariel Redempta

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Height and Weight: 5'5, 169lbs

Speciality: Sanctioned Psyker

Appearance: Miss Redempta cuts an impressive figure, with a powerful, albeit feminine build, strong but with a soft layer of curves atop, Ariel is well kept and fair, a long shot from the often expected crooked nature of the witch and psyker. Her hair is bleached white like the sisters of the Martyred Lady, but not similarly cut short, falling to well beyond her shoulders when she does not have it up, which is rare. Despite a generally positive demeanor, her blue eyes are chillingly cold. Bearing a small beauty mark above the left corner of her mouth, on her right cheek is a tattoo of the symbol of the Adeptus Ministorum. Across her chest, arching round to the top curve of her breasts, is a large tattoo of the Imperial Aquila. Her back, arms and legs have other, smaller marks, shows of piety and scripture. Most used to cover scaring from the various surgeries required of a psyker.

Uniform: Ariel wears the flak armour of the Imperial Guard, in the regalia of the 12 Elysian Drop Regiment.

Armament: Usual field equipment, lasgun with bayonet as well as a separate combat knife, frag grenades.

Personality/Demeanour: Ariel is not what the average imperial citizen would have been taught of the Psyker. Raised in the Schola Progenium, she had the faith and creed of the Emperor drilled into her from her first days. She is upbeat and steadfast, loyal to her regiment, despite the distrust her position has brought her. While more conflicted in recent years, and troubled since her abilities manifested, the fact that she has remained unbroken throughout her ordeal points to great faith and strength, although many in the Imperium would prefer no psyker to be so strong of spirit.

Greatest Ambition: To justify her faith, her upbringing and personal beliefs with what she has become. Not too easy for a psyker brought up by the puritans of the Schola.

Greatest Hatred: Those who would use the Emperor's light in vain, to twist his message to suit their own ends and to strike against the Imperial Truth. Increasingly, she views those who subjugate psykers out of hatred rather than safety and control as a part of this, although she generally keeps such thoughts to herself.

Skills: Ariel is trained as well as any militant 'graduate' of the schola, a capable warrior and survivalist on top of her developing abilities as an epsilon level psyker. Unlike many of her kind, Ariel's abilities manifested late and so despite extensive training in their safe usage, her talents tend to be raw, rather than measured.

History: As with any child raised in the Schola, Ariel was the orphan of parents who gave their lives in service to the Emperor. In her case, her father and mother were both part of the command crew of the Dominator Class Cruiser, Hammer of the True. The Cruiser was destroyed, along with several other of its class, in a rearguard action defending the bulk of its attached fleet as it regrouped to fend off a much larger orcish fleet. The Schola Ariel, along with any of the other orphans of prominent members of the same fleet, was located on the world of Elysia.

Growing up upon the troubled world, learning the Emperor's Creed and how best she would fit into such a role, Ariel was drawn towards the Ecclesiarchy and it's clear, determined view of the galaxy. Applying well to the physical tests assigned to her, it seemed natural the young girl would find herself a place in the Ecclesiarchy's militant wing, the Sisters of Battle, or failing that, another combative wing recruiting from the Schola. This plan for her future was rent apart when, as a young teen, her previously latent psychic potential began to manifest. Among the less than twenty percent of human psykers that remained undetectable until after childhood, the young girl's potential was soon sensed by the Sanctioned Psykers present at the schola. In an event that shook her entire mental state, and almost lead to her simple execution, Ariel was instead sent to be contained and trained by the Elysian sanctioned psykers, only her previously documented piety preventing authorities from simply killing her, such is the risk of those who begin their training late.

The process of become a sanctioned psyker was not, as it never is, an easy one. Strict and regimented training far graver than even the Schola, and repeated surgeries, failsafes and precautionary operations to help control the growing power within the young girl. Ariel opted to have the scars of these brutal procedures covered with inked marks of her faith in the emperor, the tattoos a reminder of what she was striving for. At nineteen, the young woman was considered safe enough to be attached to the Elysian Imperial Guard Regiments. It was some small respite in her righteous mind, that she would fight among the renown drop troopers. For the majority of her deployments, such enthusiasm was rarely reciprocated. Despite being suitably not-broken enough to be herded into a squad of battle pyskers, chained up when not in use, Ariel could rarely escape the stigma of who she was. Even those who were not made immediately aware, could not fail to miss the fail-safe collar mechanism, or the ever watchful eye of the nearest Commissar. That said, the drop troopers form some of the tightest bonds of any guard regiment, such is both the danger and required experience of their role. When assigned to squads of fellow guardsmen, as she has now been sanctioned to do, Ariel has slowly begun to once again feel the comfort of human social interaction.

Her Elysian Regiment has been deployed to the assault on Vernum city, to plunge troops straight into the heart of the settlement, and open up fresh fronts for the Imperial generals to exploit.

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It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

Genuinely forgot I pm'd myself my character and not posted it. I'll get it up when I'm home later.