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For Death and Glory ((Imperial Knight RP))

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  1. Valonox Valonox Preacher

    Gabriel smiled and bowed to the king. "I would much honor it your Highness. Thank you." Just before he left for his training that took several months of intense training and implanting of the body. He remained the same through out the process of the training and after but was always distant and hardly ever spoke.

    It seemed to be a time was a blur to him and had just been going. Until he saw the two of the Exalted Court and to follow in there footsteps and learn from them he felt honored but he had to choose who he'd learn the knights from. He stayed quiet for a moment looking to his peers he had gotten much acquainted with that well. He knew that they'd be great allies to come in the future but time could only tell. He looked at the woman Sylvin and approached her but stayed at a respectable range away. "Madam I would like to be under your tutelage and learn from the experiences that will aid us when the time comes." Gabriel straightened and stood tall and saluted onto his heart.
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  2. Sylivann had changed a bit physically after the months of training, not only having more muscle mass than before but also some rather strange editions to his body. A hand going back to graze the strange thing now in the back of his head, covered up back his hair. He was too nervous about it to actually touch the thing fully, almost scared that if he did touch it something would happen. The strange and brutal training of the Knight house had initially surprised him but he welcomed the challenge and after all of it he finds himself here. Dressed in a less formal but still non casual clothing he looked like a noble, which he was. Granted now he wasn't quite as he was before, these new things inside him sometimes itched as well as the surgical scars left over from their implantation. They were not the honorable kind of scars won in battle, they were small itchy things that made it difficult to sleep. Granted over the months he had figured out wearing little clothing helped but the fact that the Aspirants all shared a single large room did mean he had to be careful about that.

    The memories of those less than pleasant but important four months were still fresh in his mind now that he was standing in the training area of the strange ship belonging to the Thousand Sons. The two full knights offering their tutelage in front of him and the other Aspirants. He was hesitant for a moment as he contemplated the choice in his mind. His family forbade women from fighting unless the situation was so dire there was no other choice. However he wasn't stupid enough to not recognize her as his superior in experience and in theory would provide a good instructor. But the fact that she was a woman did make him conflicted, her male counterpart seemed for more formal and strict. He could certainly guess what he had in store for them if he was their tutor and Sylivann could not deny he did seem like he would be an effective teacher as well. He eventually concluded that he would prefer the man but if the others chose the woman he would not protest.
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  3. SmurfKun Tamu Well-Known Member


    Lotara finished her vows along with the rest of the knight aspirants and spent the remainder of the time discussing with the thousand sons about a wide variety of topics from history to cultures to warfare and so on. Once the event was over she became a quieter person that only spoke up to diffuse situations or when called upon during the months of training. She was diligent and harsh on herself as the training went on always striving not to meet expectations but to exceed them.

    The greatest joy and leisure lotara found was not in being a knight, not in training but in the knowledge, she gleaned from the thousand sons and the others. Although she was not a physcker herself it did not stop her from asking and learning. Much to her disappointment she soon found that much of the knowledge of technology was barred from her by the mechaincus.

    Being both a skilled diplomat and a young and curious learner she had gotten known to the crew as being both a bright and diligent young woman, a curious learner who questioned and asked things from many perspectives and to a few an annoyance that asked too many questions. As for the other knight aspirants she made efforts to remain cordial and know them but did not spend her efforts into being friends with them. All the months of training and interactions had led her to only spend such efforts of being friends on only some of them.

    When given the change to choose a mentor lotara had a mind towards Leonis as she too preferred strictness, order and learning instead of the passion, honor, and glory of Sylvin.
  4. Keidivh Keidivh Well-Known Member

    Irmina couldn't suppress the excitement and pride she felt swelling in her chest as the king put his hand over his own heart in accepting her oath. Truly this was a glorious day for her family and people. "You do me great honor your majesty. I assure you, you're faith shall not be in vain." After the oaths were sworn Irmina spent the rest of the ceremony with her family, celebrating as befit the occasion. It would be one of the last times the heiress would enjoy the company of her kin, and she made sure to enjoy every minute of it.

    Much had changed in the months following that fateful day. An intense training regime was immediately put in place, that pushed even her to the limits of her abilities. Over time her body became honed in a way she didn't think possible, as was the case with her fellow aspirants. Then there were the more... Invasive changes to her body, namely the implants that allowed her to become a true Knight. Even now she squirmed when she thought of them, or when she would feel the strange object in the back of her neck or throughout her insides. It was for her the worst part of the process, leaving her feeling violated. Unnatural. But she was willing to pay any cost to achieve this dream. It was her duty.

    While she found great joy in her training, it wasn't all Irmina spent her time doing. When off duty, she would try her best to speak to her fellow Aspirants and form some sort of bond, though many seemed reserved. Even Lotara was distant. Still it didn't stop her from trying, for soon they would be relying on each other in the field of battle. It was important to get to know the ones you'll be shedding blood with.

    Asides from that, Irmina spent a great deal of time attempting to learn all she could about the Imperium of Man. Thankfully the Thousand Sons, kept plentiful tomes about and were more than willing to share their historical ones. For weeks on end Irmina pored over the texts, trying to absorb as much as she could about this mighty empire that they were pledged to. At the very least she had to ensure that they had aligned themselves with an honorable people. What she read affirmed that, and the heiress became enamored with their ruler. The Emperor of Man. From everything she read, Irmina became convinced that this was none other than the Great Father, the deity her family had worshiped for generations. It would make it all the more difficult to continue practicing her faith, as was dictated by the Emperor himself, but she tried.

    What little time she had to spare outside of these activities Irmina usually spent speaking to the crew, hoping to learn firsthand about the Imperium. Overall she had gotten along well with them, many regarding her as an honest, honorable person, if somewhat bull-headed and idealistic. The biggest issue Irmina ran into was dealing with the Thousand Sons themselves, having discovered they were all witches. It made the heiress' skin crawl to know she was amongst such aberrations. Her own family had often dedicated itself to witch hunts, purging the land of those with unholy powers. Now she was to fight alongside them.

    Her distaste seemed to be amusing to the Thousand Sons after it became apparent, some stopping by to speak with the 'ignorant' girl. One in particular stopped by semi-regularly, Dakarai. They would often talk of her reservations about his kind, attempting to show her that they were not only witches. Over time her stance lightened, but Irmina was still cautious around these new allies, nowhere near ready to trust them.

    After all that time, she now stood in the training room of the monolithic ship, dressed in her casual noble attire, chestnut hair kept in its usual braid. Before her now was a choice, something she had not been afforded in a long time. Her voice was silent as she mulled over who would be the best instructor for them. Sylvin seemed like a peerless warrior, with countless years of experience and an unshakable confidence that simply exuded from her aura. Still, this didn't always make for the best instructor.

    Leonis on the other hand was strict, disciplined. Everything about him, from his posture to his glare screamed order. He reminded her of the Master at Arms at Valor's Stand. Had about as much personality as a boulder, but he was brutally effective at teaching.

    While the Gottzmann's strived for glory and honor in all things, they knew such things were not attainable without proper training and discipline. "It would be an honor to train under either of you, but if we are left with only one option, I would choose Ser Leonis. His strict nature will likely be invaluable during our training."
  5. Vanestus Vanestus Subordinate

    Kneeling before the High King once more Kantor rose his hand above his heart and recited the sacred vows in a solemn tone,"Upon my family's name and my own, I -- Kantor Beerle -- swear my life to the endtimes in duty to House Saris. I..."

    Several Months Later
    It seemed as though the time spent training onboard the starship of the Astartes had passed by in an instant. The strange, bulky training suits that they had been required train with had been a struggle to get used to, much more so than the training armor he had worn in the past. While he had long since recovered from the surgical implanting of his control implants he still felt what seemed like a vague itch from them at times. Walking into the training room of the massive ship with the rest of his fellow trainees, they were greeted by a pair of people that he vaguely recognized from their initiation ceremony months prior. Realizing what a massive impact this decision would have on their training, he believed the Sylvin would be a better choice for their trainer.
  6. Akerath Vlayden Well-Known Member

    Sylvin grinned a bit at the Aspirants' choice, giving her companion a smack at his shoulder as though in sympathy, before making her way towards the rest of the Knights proper. "No pressure, friend - merely our Aspirants whom you hold in your hand." She had said.

    Leonis himself stiffened a bit as he was left alone now, looking upon them all silently - he didn't speak, just yet. His gaze was set on each Aspirant for a few seconds until he went to the next, eventually scanning each and every one of them. Finally, he did speak, his voice curt. "The past few months as you know, have been one of training - we Knights have been sent to aid in three fronts thus far. However, I myself believe that this fourth field of battle may be an opportunity for proper training for you all. This world that I speak of, is Jarias V; an ice world with numerous 'oases' as it were, of tropics; near each of them are mega-cities covered in frost. Our Thousand Son companions and their, sorcery, have indicated that the life there is still plentiful despite the hazards - however, all communication attempts have been... Hostile."

    He continued a while after to let that sink in. "Two landing parties had been shot down, one of which carrying one of their Sacristans - Techmarines, they had been named - as well as other special equipment required for a proper basing facility to be constructed. One Lance is to be sent towards the crashsite in an attempt to rescue this Techmarine and any surviving retinue. The rest of us, are to be sent outwards in our duty as a Vanguard, alongside armoured forces of the Thousand Sons."

    "We, shall be the ones sent alone to seek out this Techmarine; while not behind their lines, as it were, there have been reports of armoured convoys and mechanized scouts being sent outward in the crash site's direction, so I at least assure you that there will be a chance at your attempts to practice in a live-fire scenario."
    "ASPIRANTS!" He shouted soon afterwards, straightening his back and raising his chin. "You are to report to your Armigers immediately - we shall meet within the Hangar in approximately two hours and fifteen minutes. Those late, will be left behind and unable to participate."

    Without further ado, Leonis himself made his way towards the hangar in question, the Knight Aspirants of House Saris in tow; the trip itself was a long one but they would have all the same had at least forty five minutes to spare, had they required to do anything else.

    The Sacristans of the House remained in the hangar, tending to the Knights with the help of rust-red robed adepts with servo-limbs and mechadendrites upon their back, as well as equally red Space Marines with a large mechanized limb coming from their backpack. Thick catwalks were placed around the Knights as a 'gift' from the Thousand Sons within their cruiser for the ease of use of getting into the Knights proper; far better than attempting to climb the mech.

    Getting inside the Armigers, the Knight Aspirants were met with the same, bizarre sensation as their body felt numb, the MIU - not a true replication of the Throne Mechanicum that one would get with the Knights - melding their consciousness with the vast data-banks and computer stores within the Armigers. While their eyes were still there within their skulls, they saw both the HUD that came within the holo-screens inside, as well as truly feeling as though they saw with the Knight Armiger; their very eyes had become the optics themselves. They felt as muscles slackened and true sensation was almost literally felt through hydraulics and servo-motors, coldness as ventilation came from above onto their skin, the hardened plating of their steed.

    Leonis across from the Hangar had gotten into his own Knight, the vibrant blue and white colouration gleaming from the lights above. One limb was set with a massive chainsword whose engine revved to life even as its teeth remained still, the other arm carrying a bulky battle cannon, a gargantuan magazine set into its rear as a counterbalance for the long barrel itself. 'His' head turned from side to side now as twin optics glowed bright veridian, his legs straightening. The massive engine within the rear coughed and growled to life, letting off faint - almost nonexistant, even - fumes. Unlike before, the fuels used with the Knights were amazingly efficient and had very little waste, the exhaust coming out was even breathable (were it not so scorching hot).

    Two massive, thudding steps and Leonis himself had marched forward. Static briefly deafened the insides of the Armigers before it quieted and came to a relatively clear vox-channel, the voice of their Knight tutor coming through.
    "Sound off, Aspirants," He ordered, bringing up the chainsword and casually swinging it once. "We shall head to the starboard side of the hangar; we have our... Ride, ready." - The ride itself was a bizarre construction, but one that was due to the teachings ultimately, familiar to the Aspirants themselves.
    Two large, boxy creations that had a door on each of its hexagonal facings, with a significant indentation on each inside with the doors themselves opened; designed to be carried into the atmosphere with its Knightly payload, these were meant to be used as gargantuan drop pods. They almost made a mockery of the Astartes grade ones, making them seem as though they were but toys in comparison; a single massive engine and fuel source was set into the very center, and on the cieling within each segment that held a knight, were two defensive autocannons.
    Setting the Armigers in each was an easy enough task unlike the Knight itself - even with the aid of the Sacristans and rust-robed adepts, it required careful maneuvering to get the harness and clips set perfectly onto the Knight and to get its weapons locked in. The Armigers in comparison were easy enough, requiring at most two handlers to get the mechs set in.
    The available spaces were used for the same purpose but for different passengers altogether; large, red machinery was set into the harnesses, looking like four-legged walkers that were considerably smaller than even the Armigers. Two of these harnesses were used to carry these walkers, whilst the third and last was used to carry a thick, boxy transport; two large sponsons set on the sides with twin cannons, along with a sponson being mounted on its front as well, two stubby weapons akin to those wielded by the Space marines - if only considerably larger - mounted in it, with a twin-linked gun of the same smaller caliber in a pintle mount behind that.

    "The Adeptus Mechanicus, those with the robes of rust, have declared they shall accompany us; their objectives align with ours. The rest however will remain here, as the Thousand Sons will take the proper front of the battle with the Court."
    Not long after saying this, the doors jerked and would soon groan with effort, the hydraulics now pulling them up and sealing the massive drop pods closed. Rumbling came from below, the machine dragged outwards towards the edge of the hangar and soon, connected to a large gunship that would pull it outwards into the skies; the sudden lack of gravity was abundantly clear within the Armigers the moment they existed the hangars, all that kept their mechs from banging around were the harnesses and clips themselves that would disengage once they hit groundside.

    Minutes passed with the two drop pods getting closer to the atmosphere, where a deep voice came through the Vox.
    "Pilot Anilar, reporting - entering atmosphere with Drop Pods Mercy and Hope; detaching in three, two, one." -- a sudden 'crack' above both indicated their detachment. "Drop pods entering atmosphere - Cogitators activating, calculating courses for landing. May fate smile upon you, Knights."

    Soon, binaric chatter came through the vox systems that seemed to come from the Mechanicum adepts, a low yet grating sound that continued for the next two minutes - all the while disturbed with a seperate voice. This one droned with its words, a flanging effect within its tone.
    "May this Drop Pod - Knight-class, Hydrox-pattern A - descend safely, its machine-spirit acting dutifully. Blessed Omnissiah, grant this one's cogitators the power required for its duty, allow it the calculations for its journey. Blessed Omnissiah, we beseech thee; grant us your wisdom and strength, let us drive these unbelieving curs from our blessed relics. Let our Knightly companions and their chasses fight proudly in the name of Justice. May their blades cut through ceramite and their projectiles blast through hulls. Grant their ion shields the power to protect and their hydraulics the strength to cleave. Let nothing escape their optics and may their engines howl faithfully."

    "In the name of the Omnissiah - let us begin."

    The instant that he had finished, a bone-jarring CRASH had swept through both drop pods, landing directly into the ground - blaring sirens went off for two seconds and the gates unsealed themselves, dropping downwards into thick snow. Ahead of them to what the HUD said was the north, just a few dozen metres, was a large path with an armoured convoy set on it; a dozen battle tanks and twice that many APC's, many stopping in confusion and shock.

    Leonis himself had not wasted the opportunity, his Knight detaching from its harness and thudding forward, the battle cannon yanked out from its place and a single AP round was shot outwards - the lead tank was punctured through the engine, bursting into flame and causing a number of its crew to jump out, panicking as they retreated.
    The bulky transport that the Mechanicus brought rolled out as well, its twin cannons on the left side firing - no cannon shells came forth like expected, but searing blasts with the power of the sun itself surged forth, a white-blue, searing into an APC and causing it to violently explode, lifting into the air half a dozen metres before falling back down. The front of the transport opened and out came more of the red-robed machine-men, wielding long rifles coloured bronze and oak-brown that spat out blue bolts at the APC's. The enemy infantry soon followed suite, the APC's zooming off the road into the hills and ditch beside it, in hopes of finding cover for the men.

    Even as they outnumbered the Mechanicum well over eight to one, it mattered little as the drop pods' autocannons shot HE rounds into their midst, kicking up dirt. The tanks themselves were slower to respond but soon started to turn on the spot, their sleek forms raising the cannons and without waiting, fired at the Armigers.

    Sylivann felt his Ion shields buckling from two AP rounds that slammed into it, their APHE core exploding upon failure to penetrate and kicking up smoke and snow in front of him briefly. Feral had his own shields penetrated by one AP round, though its force was extinguished and it detonated harmlessly on the upper hull - ruining the paint job but otherwise leaving the mech unharmed, aside from the phantom sensation of pain that stung across his back.
    Kantor was the last to be hit by a round, two hitting the ion shields - one detonating, one penetrating and ricocheting off the upper hull to be sent flying into the air,denting the plate.

    The battle has begun it seems; and their foes were certainly ready.

    Jarian APC's: 26 in total
    Infantry level: high, minimum of 250. Suppressed by Drop Pod fire and Skitarii rangers.
    Tanks: 13 in total. Currently reloading, front armour facing the drop pods and the Knights.
    1: 10 2:10 3:10 4:10 5:10 6:10 7:10 8:10 9:10 10:10 11:10 12:10 13:15 (longer barrel)

    Jakus: 25 -- Gabriel: 25 -- Irmina:25 -- Kantor: 25-- Feral:25 -- Lotara:25 -- Sylivann:25 -- Leonis: 50
    Skitarii Land Raider: 25
    Skitarii Rangers: 30. Suppressing Jarian Infantrymen.
    Onager Dune Crawlers: two of which have accompanied the Knight-Aspirants of House Saris. They are equipped with Anti-Air defenses, and will be used for fending off enemy air support.

  7. Sylivann felt the armor piercing slamming against his ion shields, these strange things of metal and explosive were all but unknown to him previously. They were useless against him, right now he was not a simple warrior of the Great Family Skyruss. His was a giant now, his bones were metal, his heart breathed fire, his skin was invulnerable. His right hand fired death while his left consisted of whirring blades that demanded to be used on his enemies this day. No not just his enemies, the enemies of mankind, of this so called Imperium of Man his house now serves. He laughed as he pondered his situation as bullets flew by, as lesser men made of metal ran by below him. The laughed turned from a hearty chuckle to something more sinister as he smiled, the metal one that belonged to the mental momstrocity he controlled of course did not move but oh how he wished it could. He opened the coms as well as the speakers on the outside of his current body. “Brothers and Sisters of House Saris, I would not say I am a man of many words but I must say something. We in Skyruss are a simple people, we are good at war and killing things. It is the only thing we do right and I intend on continuing that legacy in the name of my father and his father and so forth. So, let us begin.”

    With that he took his first step into true combat in the form of a miniature god, his right arm firing a few rounds at the armored vehicle that had first shot at him. In the training he had been told such thing is designated as ‘tank’ though why itnhad such a designation was beyond him. That thought aside he also raised his shields mentally, the act being slightly strange but still natural, in order to defend from the very same vehicle. Much to do, many foes to kill, likely not a lot of time either. Such is war.
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  8. Fox Vulpas Well-Known Member

    Feral girted his teeth as he felt the simple ping of the armigier being hit by a bullet only doing paint damage, and for him was only like a child throwing a ball of snow at him, Gritting his teeth he revved his chain sword with a smile looking at the foes that were set before them there first kills, and the first to be tested against there metal.

    Hearing Skyruss Feral smiled, @TuskatheDaemonKilla "That's a lot of words and so few actions let us prove it in war and battle Skyruss!" Feral said simply a hearty laugh and words filled with bravado and excitement. his armigier moving with him as he began a charge towards the enemy fighters, Taking aim for the heavy armor his knight raised its multi melta aimed at one and for his chain sword to taste metal and blood and begin a attempt at cutting through another tank with a slash.

    Feral's Armigeir took every step striding forward and moving side to side to make himself harder to hit aiming to get the enemy's attention and get into there line to start causing havoc, and possibly aiding and getting the other knights fire of from them and friendly forces, Just had he had been trained time and time in training, Taking the lead into war and getting the enemies attention a opening for others and one for himself to cause damage, not fully suicidal but dangerous and soemthing he was willing to risk within there lance so they could knock out the heavy armor.

    OOC Fire and manuever and charge at the enemy tanks Free action ball mounted stubber gun to fire upon infantry
  9. Vanestus Vanestus Subordinate

    Bracing himself as the drop pod slammed into the ground Kantor gritted his teeth before rushing out into the fray. Grimacing slightly as one of the enemy tank rounds manage to penetrate his shield and dent one of the armor plates, Kantor pushed his Armiger into motion. Sprinting in an arc towards the left flank of the enemy armor formation dodging any enemy shots as he went. Coming to a stop at the flank he sighted one of the enemy tanks before opening fire, Assault Cannon roaring life as countless rounds flew towards them. With a slight mental command to the Armiger the hull mounted Meltagun swiveled around on it's ball-mount to align with same target before opening fire in a blazingly bright beam of heat.

    OOC: Flanking to the left and firing Assault Cannon at Tank 4.
    Free Action: Firing Meltagun at Tank 4.
  10. SmurfKun Tamu Well-Known Member


    After the drop as soon as lotara saw two of her fellow knights charging the enemy and one flanking she decided to give support both them and the mechanicus troops fighting below them. With swift strides she moved into a better position and fired shots at the enemy tanks further down the enemy convoy with her Assault cannon. As she did that she set her hull mounted heavy stuber to attack enemy apc’s as well. With her shields set to the front she gave a curt comment to let the others know her actions.

    “Lotara firing at mid most enemy tanks, Mechanicu's I am set to target the mid most apc’s with my heavy stuber keep the skitarii clear”

    (OCC: Attack enemy tank 8 with Assault cannon, Attack enemy tank 9 with Assault cannon. Free action: Heavy stuber attack enemy APC in the middle of the convoy)

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