Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20140428212452

2 years after the Imperial forces raided the darksun satillite of the dark eldar...

(note that I had to retype this, and its much shorter than before...)

As the elevator went down into the depths of the massive forge, the three workers bickering inside scarcely noticed the hissing steam or the wails of old machinery, long being used to the workings of the forgeworld...

"What I don't get..." Began the largest of the three. "Is why we're down here... again."

The scruffy man to his right replied, in a mimicing fashion, "Someone is tampering with the 'technowizrdry' again, Will you three fix it again?"

The muscle toned female shot the two a look saying 'shut it', speaking herself when the two were settled.

"He's just a kid, I'm sure he bears no ill will to any of us."

The two me look at each other, clearly exhibiting men of great thought.

"That being said..." She continued, an edge to her voice now. "He's also our boss. Now, I'm signing up for the guard in two days, I want to leave this job without a single red mark and so help me if either of you two mess it up, then I'll be sure to inform him of what actually happened to Cargo Crate #984530-"

The two looked at each other again, fear evident in theri faces.

"Okay... okay... you win..." The fat one replied, too lazy to even think of a response."

Before the scruffy one could also reply, the elevator stopped at their floor, pipeing and consoles littering nearly every wall the saw...

The group walked out, heading through the network of large but narrow tunnels, heading towards the area designated on the dataslate they were given.

The Large one began to speak up, finally picking up on something... "Hey? Kallen?"

The woman turned, an expression of dull interest on it, "What is it Nobtin?"

"Um... shouldn't it be more crowded?"

The scruffy one turned, evidently bored out of his skull, "So? If theirs less people isn't it better?"

"But... Febin... theres no one... I haven't seen anyone since we got down here."

The other two were about to dimiss his claims, until they suddenly realized it was true, the three had been alone here the entire time.

Kallen was the first to speak up. "We should probably head to the operating center on this floor, there has to be someone there.

As the three moved on, their fear grew more and more, paranoia filling their heads as they began to hear sounds... heavy boots on metal, incomprehesble words, febin even thought he saw a green hand when he looked behind them.

When the three saw the operations room door up ahead, a collective sigh rose... only for it to turn to shock and horror, as the door appeared to be bloodstained, a severed hand at the bottom of the door.

When they opened the door, Febin puked, nobtin running out of the room, and Kallen being the only one standing, but even she felt very sick. The operations center was the site of a massacre, every worker on the floor was dead, in many different fashions. From eversections to bolter rounds, the entire area was riddled with death.

In was only when a loud scream echoed out from the hall that the two workers regained their senses, running around the corner... only to see nobtin flying back, his body and head blown open.

Before the pair could react, a huge green monster started heading toward them. Kallen instictivily charged forward, fear gone, This was her test! To see if she was truely gaurd material! She knew orks from some of the info vids they pass out every so often, believe them to be stupid, slow, and clumsy. She opened with a round kick, aiming for the xeno's face...

Only to discover that it had grabbed her foot... quite easily in fact. She could only watch in horror as the thing put its gun up and pull the trigger.

Suddenly she was on the ground, shock not having passed, she watched as Febin had huge swaths of blood leap from him, the explosive rounds making short work.

Before she knew what she was doing, she was already running away, fear gripping her, despite everything her heart and head were yelling, the basic instict of survival would not listen.

Soon, she was at the elevator again, only to discover to her horror that it wasn't there.

Turning, she glacned at not one, but three orks, holding up their weapons at her. She stood firm, ready to face her death.

Their was a loud Ding noise, followed by tearing metal, Shots were fired, she closed her eyes... only to open them again to see she had been saved. The large steel wall infront of her was suddenly thrown forward, smashing an ork flat. More bolter shots, only this time from her savior, only now noticing the metal tentacles swarming around.

The last ork grabed by a huge metal claw, squezing down until he was in two pieces.

The figure whispered, "Kommandos..." Before moving to the Kallen on his mechanites (Probably wrong), the bright green light of his eye visor illuminating her face.

As her savior neared her, she suddenly recognized the little boy who had transfered in to help with their latest and greatest project the forge had ever had.

"Boss..." Was all she could manage to say.

Another Ding was heard and the second elevator, skitarii leaping from it...

SKitarii: "Are you alright Magos Avian?"

"I'm fine, please tend to her first..."

He paused as he processed what the skitarii had said...

"And please just call me Owl... why does no one want to use my name?"

...

'Gimintis... A Forge world at the edge of the galaxy... (Located Below Centaurus arm, near the ghoul stars)'

'A world of little note, if not for the massive war machine that now called it home. An Imperitor class titan, the only one in its sector, had been sent there for repairs, following a sudden ork invasion north of the forge world, the ork clan itself having only appeared recently.'

'However, it would seem that whatever warlord was leading this new Waaagghh against the imperium, did not intend to let such a prize go easily. Somehow, the orks had managed to transport their Kommandos with the fleeing titan, where the teams had sent their coordinates when they arrived.'

The orks, having taken many worlds recently, now set there sights on Gimintis...

...

Welcome everyone, to the The Green flood Campagin, Part I, a spin off that will be ongoing at various slow points between the main campaigns.

This campaign should stay focused on the ork attack, of coure... but their may something else that this forge world hides... Something that has brought Wartew who brought along several 'experimental weapons' with him.

I will NOT be playing as the senitnels, for good reason. But I will be playing as Watew and Owl. Also, the ork warlord Mentioned above will NOT be in this campaign... at first. If the war drags on to a Part 4 or 5, then he will come himself to reinforce his troops and take command

Now, I would be playing the orks, but If someone thinks they know the orks best, then just ask.

Now then, I'm sure some of you are wondering about the new RP rules... and Yes, we will be using them... (Mostly, can't promise Too much... ;P)

HOWEVER, One thing I would like to add is this: I would ask that we can keep at least ONE ability secret, as long as its not overpowered and practically Cheating.

Anyway, the Full Bios for Owl and Wartew on the recent blog, I'll post them here later...

Anway, Objectives:

Objctives

For imperial players: They need to protect the Titan above all else. Either repelling the attack, or leaving the planet with the titan. Addtionally, the titan is NOT operable by any imperial players. Their is a way to use it, but only if you play your cards right with a certain techpriest...

For the Orks (Mainly me and anyone else that wants to assist): Their objective is to take the titan and the planet. Simple enough that even a humi could understand...

For anyone not as Either faction: You can make your own objectives... but they have to make sense for your faction... or you could be looking for whatever Wartew is looking for...

Begin at with Army introductions, as usual. 