The Lioness

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@Andreyich technically a inquisitor could exterminatus a shrine world if he felt the need and not have to get permission from the ecclisiarchy. Inquisitors really answer only to themselves

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@Andreyich the rp is following a newly made regiment of imperial guard not some rabble mob the ecclisarchy threw together to fight some battles. Your character would not accompany said regiment on their new adeventures if he was not recruited into the regiment. Also Inquisition is most powerful of all and they stand apart from everyone.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@Andreyich @Bright_Ops Johanna is ready to blam.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

Ninke stumbled as she tried to run, still balling and unable to see as tears stung in her eyes. She tripped several times, and the Felinid caught up quite easily. As she was called a bigot by the woman and grabbed at Ninke cried out, and shoved her away, stumbling further away from the party and now the fight breweing. She stumbled and fell about about until she was about thirty yards away before falling into a pile on the ground, dry heaving and crying.

Verdus Prime had been a trial for Johanna, one that seemed like previous engagements all over again. Black leather boots clean, and shiny stepped deftly across the ground to reach the camp where the mismatched bits of regiments were celebrating their victory against the Orks. That when what looked like a writhing pile of mess appeared before her. A frown creased her lips for a moment before she moved to stand right in front of the sobbing Guardswoman, her boots would filled Ninke's entire view. Captain Weiss clicked her tongue a bit, her brows furrowing somewhat as she waited for the Corporal to realize who was standing before her, and act appropriately.

Ninke sniffled as she saw the boots stand before her, slowly looking up from the ground as tears stung her eyes and she forced herself up slowly in front of the officer. Her alcohol filled head, despairing mind and panicky body managed to barely push herself upright. Her face was red, the plasma burn scars webbing her face stood out on her now quite red face. Her eyes were puffy from her crying and panick, and she sill dry heaved once and sniffled before the officer.

It seemed like hours that Johanna stared over Ninke, and narrowed her eyes a bit. "What did you never learn to stand at attention, and salute when a officer was standing in front of you?" A gloved hand reaches up and scoops up a tear off the red scarred cheek, and Johanna stares at the droplet as if looking something completely foreign to her. "What's your name Corporal?" The Captain's hands move behind her back clasping together as she awaited an answer, the Captain didn't seem to have a soft bone in her body.

Ninke winced as the officer insulted her, but obeyed orders like she was trained. "M-m-my n-nn-name ii-i-is-is Nii-inke I-Ing-ing-gran muh-muh-ma'am.", she gave a shaky aquila to the officer as was customary, still shaking and looking like she might fall or throwup at any moment.

For a moment Johanna seemed concerned, this was followed by a slow shake of her head. "Corporal Ingram, are you usually a babbling incoherent mess of snot and tears smelling of alcohol?" She stepped around her for a moment. "You are now banned from partaking of alcohol, or any other mind altering substances allowed by the Imperium. Also you are promoted to the rank of Sergeant acting immediately, and will be taking the position of my voxman in my command squad. You will go retrieve your new uniform, and ranks at zero five hundred, and report to my personal tent by zero seven hundred." She begins to step away, but stops turning slightly. "Please, go ahead and puke."

Ninke looked more confused than ever... she had just been reprimanded, punished, promoted, ordered and given permission to puke in the span of a few sentences. Her mind swam, her panick attack supsiding and replaced with confusion and nausea. Then, as ordered, she threw up. The red tinged liquid spilled from her mouth in a rather serious heave as she doubled over onto her knees, gasping from it. After she was done, she managed to say, "y-yes... m-ma'am", before heaving once again onto the ground... thank the Emperor she was wearing her poncho.

"Good. Now let's go see what is taking place over here shall we. On me Sergeant." Captain Weiss continued towards, the group that seemed to be having quite the time, the large man that was threatening another officer. A deep breath pulled up into her lungs, as she looked over towards Meris, a simple shake of her head was all that was given to tell the trooper to back off about the ball. She slipped her las pistol from it's holster, and fired a single shot in the air as she realized that something very bad was going to go down. Get so many Guard from so many different origins in one place, and there was bound to be some kind of disfunction. "I'm not entirely sure what began all this, but I'm ending it. I am Captain Weiss. The new Company Commander, and anyone who tries to continue this atrocity of Imperial Discipline, will truly know what discipline is."

@Andreyich @Dannyrulx @NecroKnight @Bright_Ops

The War of Edin V (WH40K RP between agentmanatee and The Lioness)

The combat was expected, battle was something they all knew was taking place. The sudden appearance of the grenades though, that was unexpected, and the explosion ripped through four Guardians, their bodies sent crashing through walls, and their shuriken cannon going a rather hazardous explosion as well. The building began to shake and rattle, it’s support structure damaged by the explosion as it began to collapse. Several more Guardians ran out of the building quickly taking cover behind chunk of ferrocrete wall. The sudden bolter fire was expected now as well, after so many grenades had been tossed. A downpour of shuriken fire came from other buildings that were on either side of the road, the ammunition pounding into Astartes armor digging deep gouges in the plate and tearing some chunks away, but none of it was seeming to get through.

Slowly an Eldar turned his rifle slightly, finger sliding across the trigger as his scope took on Brother Melkior. The Ranger took in a deep breath, then let it out, then another one as he watched the Space Marine charged across the ground with the melta gun. Soon the crosshairs found their mark though, that tiny sloth where the Space Marine’s eye would be, and the trigger was pulled. The shot likely could barely be seen, the only thing noticeable would be the sudden spray of blood from the hole that was now in the face of the Astartes’ helmet. The large man didn’t know he was dead for a moment, his body still running even after the shot had torn his brain to pieces, it was after a few running steps his body suddenly slowed down and he fell face forward on the ground.

So close they were getting, but the Eldar were intent on not letting them make it all the way. The Fire Prism turned it’s barrel and fired a long stream of lance fire at the assaulting Astartes sending up gouts of vaporizing dirt, and stone, explosions tearing through the ground as it suddenly fired a flurry of scatter lasers at the Astartes as well.

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“Now” Autarch Keshanlia said softly into her communications, and the onslaught of firepower picked up on the main Imperium defensive position where Arash had just been, giving cover fire that caused the enemy troops to duck down behind their cover. A squad of Striking Scorpions came rushing from the main building and jumping over the Imperium defenses into the battle lines. Direswords revved, and slashed at PDF, the Scorpions Exarch getting into a rather fierce duel with the Major of the PDF forces. Shuriken fire began to overlap and move away from the melee taking place hoping to keep others who might try to get involved under cover.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

Name: Johanna Weiss

Age: 36

Gender: Female

Height and Weight: Five foot Seven Inches, 141 lbs

Speciality: Captain of the Former Imperial Guard Regiment 407th Cadian, she has shown herself to be especially adept in defending small positions from greater threats by utilizing every available resource to her. She has also proven to be quite experience in fighting in close combat leading men into battle against foes in trenches, as well as defending against charges.

Appearance: A rather muscular build, years of hard combat are clearly defined in every toned swell of strength that ripples beneath her skin. Barely a wrinkle marks her skin regardless of the stress of her position she has managed to keep herself generally healthy simply by not partaking in the less scrupulous acts of drinking or smoking. Her ebony almost black as pitch skin smooth as it is, happens to be marred in two specific places, from her left elbow down her arm has been replaced with a mechanical one after a rather nasty run in with an Ork. The other Blemish being a scar roughly healed with age some remnant of her dark skin color having returned to it, puckered and running from the top of her left brow to just below the bone of her cheek.

Regardless of these blemishes there is still a beauty to her, one that would likely be moreso if not for her battle hardened life that has caused her full lips to be in an almost constant thin line, her dark brown eyes to remain half lidded at most times. Thin brows arch over those eyes usually in an expression of cool self-restraint, though they can quickly change to that of fierce in the thick of combat. Her smooth skull never seems to grow even a speck of hair almost as if she had it removed permanently, she often tells her troops that it is simply one more obstacle that can cause a distraction or even an impediment in battle. She tells them that a good Soldier is streamlined, ready for anything, her body agrees with this fact as it doesn’t seem to have an ounce of fat, her cheekbones high, jawline strong, with a neck that is thick enough to shove she can endure, but thin enough to give hint at the rest of her form beneath her clothing. Everything else about her is rather the usual, broader nose, what one would consider average ears, and a bit of shape to her hips, just enough to make it easier to set a combat belt upon compared to a man, while her chest is rather lacking even without her flak armor it would be hard to tell if she had breasts at all.

Uniform: She wears the typical garb of the Cadian Guard Officers, Cadian Great Coat, with Flak Armor, and a high peak officers cap. This combined with black leather combat boots, and a black leather combat belt embellished with a Golden Belt buckle in the shape of the Aquilla she looks quite the figure in combat as she tends to keep her uniform in as pristine a condition as possible regardless of the several bullet holes that riddle of the bottom of her great coat.

Armament: Upon her left hip hangs a sheath filled with the blade of a power sword, while upon her right hangs a holster with a simple las pistol feeling that if something more is required she is far in over her head already. Also hanging from her belt are two fragmentation grenades, of which she has found keeping at least one is most helpful.

Personality/Demeanour: Calm, cool, collected she keeps a hold of herself at all times, and though she is strict she is not harsh. She treats any Guard beneath her equally, and praises them for their achievements, and admonishes those who fail her. While she is strictly business with those who are enlisted among other officers, or those she grows to trust she will sometimes drop that wall and become a rather happy, if quiet person, softly chuckling at jokes, or even giving some of her own jabs in jest.

Greatest Ambition: To lead her troopers into victory against the enemies of the Imperium. She has no greater want than to serve the Emperor, and will do so in whatever way she has to.

Greatest Hatred: Deserters, the undisciplined, enemies of the Imperium all fall under her wrathful gaze and have little mercy from her ire.

Skills: Especially handy with a sword she has been fighting in close quarters most of her career against the enemies of the Imperium, more recently she attained a power sword and it feels as though she had never used anything but the weapon. Tactics, leadership she has used these for a decade now after having rose through the ranks of the Cadian Guard, her experience and ability to utilize these skills effectively come from real combat situations themselves rather than simple schooling as other guard regiments might do.

History: Johanna’s entire life has been spent in the military, she was born upon an Imperial Navy Vessel to her Cadian Guard Parents. She watched from afar as they fought for the Imperium, and spent her time away from them under the watchful eye of a Guardsman too injured to fight anymore who told her nothing but of old war stories. This man’s experience and knowledge would be what influence her in her future years, when she finally joined the Cadian 404th. It was during this time as an enlisted Guardswoman that she would prove her worth, prove herself to be an enlisted officer. It all started on Keplos IV, where Dark Eldar had been raiding the planet for years, the Imperium not seeing the need to unleash their most powerful warriors rather sent the Cadian 404th, a regiment that had been undermanned for some time. They fought valiantly.

For three years the battle on Keplos IV raged, and Johanna rose through the ranks as needed in the field. When their Lieutenant was slain in combat, she lead her men in a charge against a large raiding party of Dark Eldar who were attacking Civilians, the resulting combat would change her life forever. As the smoke cleared she found that most of her men were still alive, and many Dark Eldar lay dead, her rank was sealed, and she held it. The combat continued for some time though, and again and again she took her men into combat with Competence and zeal like no other officer in the regiment ever had. She had gained their respect, and their loyalty. She never dreamed that she would become more, and was quite content with what she had earned, but fate is never quite that simple.

A year later she found herself on the moon of Yesiree, a chaos incursion wreaking havoc with the miners that had been there, the continuing growing numbers of Chaotic entities drew the Imperium to send the Cadian 404th to deal with the situation for as long as possible, to stall the traitorous enemies of the Imperium until the Angels of Death could arrive. Hold they did, though at great cost, Johanna losing even her Captain in the process. Being the next in chain of command she was quickly promoted and found herself as acting Captain. Battles raged back and forth, and only twenty percent of the Regiment remained by the time the Imperial Fist Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes poured from the sky and obliterated the enemies of the Imperium. The Cadian 404th still was not done though, their final task would take them all the way to Verdus Prime, where the fate of the Regiment would truly be sealed.

Miscellaneous: Anything you want to mention but haven't been able to cover yet.

Crime & Punishment - Adeptus Arbites RP [Warhammer 40,000]

*puts on Arbiter helmet* "Excuse me. I have to go somewhere there is a crime happening."

The War of Edin V (WH40K RP between agentmanatee and The Lioness)

As the battle continued to be at a standstill Faebala took off her helmt, sitting down smoothly onto a ledge and simply watching the firefight be exchanged. It was then that Several groups of Guardians came from inside a building, hovering weapons platforms of shuriken cannons in front of them. Almost as quickly as these appeared they began firing, power shuriken ammo slamming into the Imperium’s cover tearing chunks of It out and leaving slices of metal sticking out of whatever wasn’t completely destroyed. The fire from the Avengers, and other guardians increased to try and keep anyone from moving from behind their cover, and a foxhole with some PDF within suddenly exploded in a plume of dirt as a Lance blast caught it just right. Two soldiers crawled from the smoldering hole, but quickly went limp as shuriken rounds tore their bodies apart.

“This is growing, tiresome.” Faebala mutters to herself more than she does to the avengers around her. It was then that the sound of feet landing softly on the roof behind her could be heard. Who had arrived was a sight to behold, Autarch Keshanlia stood before them, her laser lance in hand as she surveyed the combat zone.

“Seems things are going well Faebala. I hope you don’t mind if I reinforce you a bit.” A smiled passed between the two but only for a moment as the battle raged on. The Fire Prisms continuing their relentless onslaught of Lance blasts at the Imperium Lines.

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The sudden appearance of the Dreadnought was definitely a surprise, and as two of the jetbikes turned into flaming wrecks the rest turned and shot back towards the safety of their own troops. Ashesho couldn’t help but scowl though from her position on the tower, and took a deep breath of aggravation. “Let the machine return.” She descended the tower leaving Amosan to continue to watch over the battlefield, trusting him to take care of things. Her jetbike carried her quickly through the territory back to the Cavern. Not much had changed, nothing had been found unearthed, it was still going as slowly as before. “We need to step things up. If the Space Marines make it here before we are done, then all is for naught.”

The War of Edin V (WH40K RP between agentmanatee and The Lioness)

The smell of fire, and the acrid burnt smell of combat filled the air. The smooth fluid motions of the Eldar fighting starkly contrasting with the choppy way the PDF did battle. Shuriken rounds streamed across the battlefield tearing into cover, and cutting down the occasional soldier. Only a few Eldar in comparison lay on the ground dead mostly due to heavy weapons of the PDF that had already been neutralized. The idea that victory was close at hand was short lived though, as the pods carrying the Human’s Space Marines hurtled through the sky towards the ground. Lances of powerful energy were now filling the sky as well ionizing the air around each streak of energy, several of them crashing into pods and cutting deep gouges in the steel, but not doing much more than that for the most part. Except for one, a single pod suddenly veered sharply off course a thruster having been struck by a blast of energy. The pod spiraled and twisted in the air crashing far off into Eldar held territory.

Standing atop the building that the Eldar were considering their forward base of operations was Exarch Faebala, her eyes closing into a half lidded stare at the drop pods streaming down from the sky. Communications within the helmets of all Eldar soldiers in the immediate vicinity sounded off with Faebala’s voice. “Fall back to the battle line. Hold that position let not the Monkeigh take any ground.” Turn she grabbed a small globe, with an easy movement it was tossed into the air and exploded into brilliant light. At the same time though the drop pods had crashed into the ground, Eldar soldiers were pulling back to their front line, feet carrying them swiftly in groups of five or more. One group running, while the other gave covering fire.

For a moment it seemed as if the Space Marines were going to crash into their lines, she knew the Guardians, and Dire Avengers would be no match in a melee with such brutes. It was then that a saving grace arrived a bright lance of energy cut through the ground at the advancing Astartes line, followed by an another. Thirteen elder lay dead from bolter fire though, and Faebala felt anger in her heart that took all her strength to contain. Two Fire Prisms hovered closer to the front line letting out relentless barrages of lance fire, and shuriken cannon fire at the Imperial Forces. Then another boon showed itself as the face of a building exploded into chunks of metal, and broken ferrocrete, the massive form of a Wraithlord stepping forward, both arms coming up and spewing streams of flames outwards at the advancing force, as well as a quick missile salvo that obliterated an empty drop pod. “We may just win this day yet.” Faebala muttered to herself before speaking openly to the forces currently in combat. “Hold your positions. Do not advance. Give them no openings.”

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The twisting, damaged pod was watched closely by Ashesho from the top of her tower, her head turning slightly. “Send a squad of Windriders to intercept. Kill them if necessary, harass them back to their own territory if possible. I care not for their lives, but I see no reason to lose our own people in open combat with the Monkeigh.”

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Blurs of black and gold toes across the planes towards the soon to be crash site of the damaged drop pod, seven Wind Riders with their warlock leader barreling in to neutralize the enemy Space Marines by whatever means necessary. The plumes of smoke growing closer by the moment, their faith in themselves implacable as their eyes set firmly on their target that was now easily within firing distance.

The War of Edin V (WH40K RP between agentmanatee and The Lioness)

Space was always so quiet, and empty, but Arthorn liked it that way. It was easy to escape the emotions that constantly raged inside of him like all Eldar, and allowed him to clear his mind and just focus on nothing at all. That was until they had felt that warp disturbance days before, now he was actually looking for something. Someone had come into the system, and they had to be sure what it was before it reached Edin V. Eyes peeled back he hid in the shadow of the Planet’s moon, further hidden by the stealth technology that cloaked his ship. Something was coming though, he couldn’t move for fear of being seen, and simply held position, letting the ship move with the gravity of moon staying within it’s shadow as much as possible using only minor adjustments to his position.

Once the intruders coming into the system were in view, Athorn knew that his fellow Eldar were in for a fight. “Space Marines” He said to himself in a hushed tone, as if they might hear him and blow him out of space. Communications were immediately sent out to warn of the oncoming threat, to prepare the forces on the ground for the real war that was about to come to Edin V.

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The excavations were going slowly, it was hard to figure out exactly where the Old One’s artifact was, and so the Eldar of Kyavandia worked tirelessly with laser mining equipment to tear apart a once beautiful labyrinth of cave systems. Amosan stood at the center of the work site his head turning back and forth to watch over the ones they had brought to pursue the manual labor required to uncover the artifact. Ashesho meanwhile sat on the ground, her legs folded, her mind touching those that had remained on the Craftworld. She suddenly blinked, and stood from her meditation though, and turned towards her mate, a look of aggravation crossing her features. “What is it Ashesho? Have they found who caused the warp disturbance? Is it the Ork? Surely Chaos does not threaten this Sector at this point.”

“No, it is Humans, it is the Human’s Space Marines. They come to reinforce the local defense force I assume. They plan to tear us from this place, but we cannot let them. We must retrieve the device before we leave this planet, and we surely cannot let it fall into Human hands.” She turned a bit, and walked forward some before looking around. “Have everyone begin setting up defenses. I want Warriors in every easily fortified area. I want everyone prepared for anything at any time. We will not give any ground. Make them pay for every step they take towards us with pools of their own blood.” Slowly she lifts up her Ghost Helm and places it over her head. “I will be going to the lookout point. I want to see how they arrive. What they do.”

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Within a few hours Farseer Ashesho, her Mate, and several others on Jetbikes were arriving at a impressively tall tower, their feet carrying them to the very top. Upon reaching that pinnacle they all stopped and stared, helmets covering their faces as they waited. Ashesho stared in a direction towards the east. A strong feeling flowed through her, she could almost see fire burning into the night sky in that direction smoke wafting in the wind, but it was all a vision, a premonition of what might be possible. “Amosan… Bring me Faebala.”