(OOC thread here --> http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...-interest-thread-multi-race-pve-pvp-rp.46615/ ) Immundra 5. A bright and life bringing world in a untouched solar system in the north of the galaxy. The planet is covered with wide plains, smaller mountains and here and there a forest. The sea has a light purple hue and the air is clear... A perfect breeding ground for life. Allthough, destiny dislike the lie that is peace. Sometime ago, a meteorite crashed into the planet... creating a large crater. Even though the impact itself didn't disturb the balance of the world, the massive rock contained a strange load. Crystals, gleaming in beautifull coloures now dots the crater, crystals which emitt a strong psycic energy. The powers contained in the crystals is special, and thick... like a fine tasting wine, and few of such nature could resist the lure of the strange minerals. The vile Gaze of chaos have already been directed towards the planet. The powerfull Lord Apostle Zial has arrived at the planet and has begun to the exact search and gathering of the crystals, now seeded around the planet due to the impact. Tough they are not alone... Rear-Admiral Stephen Van Vorst of the imperial navy and Inquisitor Azrael Victus is on their tracks. The might of the Imperial guard and the emperors finest, the Black tempelar space marines are hunting down the heretics, to make sure they can't collect these heretical minerals for their vile purposes. At the same time due to blind luck or just incredible skill, Warboss Galgradak and his army of greenskins have crashed onto the planet. The greenskins feeling the flow of battle to be close. IF the warboss got his hands on these crystals, could he unleash a WAAAAGH unlike any other, cause the power within these minerals could become devestating weapons in the hands of such horde of death. In the midst of this chaos, Corsair princess Caedessin Eilsieth Fae has made a quiet entrance to the planet aswell. Her allegiance to The craftworld "Saim-Hann" and their farseer has sent her on a mission. To recover and study the crystals now present on this world. The farseer has foretold that the future of the craftworld could lie with these crystals... ... But nothing is certain, nothing is clear. IN this dark future, there is no love, no peace... there is only War. (OOC: Read that in Dawn of war narrator voice also I took some smaller liberties. If you dislike it, send me a PM; otherwise are we IC)
<Megabash> Several grots were popped like green, blood filled zits as a stream of brass shells punched into them, scattering dozens of their brethren about them. "Back to work all O yooz! Squig Pits need dug, da Meks need dere workshops up fer killy kraftin! Boss wantz himself a propa fortress built round dis 'ere ship an NOW!" Megabash loomed large over the bustling encampment, having planted himself a top a piece of shrapnel jutting out of the ground. At his side were two more massive nobs clad in mega-armor, upon his shoulders sat his loyal ammo grots. "Booris, Giggitz, go an beat dem spanna boyz heads in an ask dem why da ship gunz aren't up an runnin already, weez gonna need all da dakka ta gun down any stoopid theivin gitz dat might try ta come around lootin' or investigatin. " With a rumble the only slightly smaller pair began to stomp off, rattling their scrap platform with each thunderous step. They had only crashed here so long ago and progress seemed painfully slow, why if Megabash was a mob of grots he would of had a proper fortress up and running -before- they landed, he was just that good, or so he thought. With a quick flex of his legs and toss of both arms the Nob hurled himself down to ground level, dropping several yards with both grots flying upward, gripping the hard edges of his plated shoulders with enough desperation to start bleeding their palms. With a cacophonous crash Megabash impacted with densely packed earth throwing up a small shower of brown about himself he began to take a casual stroll through the area. Black armor marked him out as one of the toughest and roughest of the Ork Clans: Goffs. This was respected by a great many, even warding off some of the weedier Death Skull lootas who occasionally tried to swipe his flash kit. A red visor sat over both eyes and a single white dot swept back and forth over it, Megabash shifting between different classes of vision as he desired with heat vision being his favorite. Nothing out of the ordinary so far, no strange shapes appearing in his vision or guns firing at enemies. "Damn naff an borin this, hate dis whole build up phase O fings. Can't get me dakka or choppin on, grots an gitz not worth da time. Bugga all dis. " "Aww boss don't be so sad, sure dere gonna be enemies real soon like! " Right, his right shoulder Grot chirped up in an attempt to cheer Megabash up. "Roight, roight, just gotta be patient...an kunnin! Deyz gonna come to us, or uz ta dem, eivva way weez gonna get a foight. " Left, Mega's left shoulder grot piped in as well. To them both Megabash merely responded with an irritated grunt.
A door opened and the large figure of Inquisitor Azrael stepped into the hall. He wore that which most Inquisitor wore, only his armor was mainly black with red and white trim. The seal of Ordo Malleus was on right should and a sword with Imperial symbols was at his left hip. His hair was black a combed over to the right and a very emotionless look was upon his face. Outside the door on each side was a Black Templar tactical marine with bolters in hand. Upon stepping out Inquisitor Azrael said nothing to the Templars but once he started walking they followed on each side of him. He began to make his way to the bridge saying nothing to the Imperial guards and workers of the ship. Though as He did pass by them they seemed to always be looking away or down and completely quiet. Upon reaching bridge he would make his way over to the viewing window. The planet was in site and he could smell the corruption if chaos in the air. "The Lord Apostle's head will be mine..." he spoke as he looked out the window. He then turned looking for the Rear Admiral, Van Vorst, "Any updates Admiral? The Black Templars and I are starting to get antsy." A sinister smile came across his face at that moment and laughs could be heard from beneath the two Black Templar's helmets.
Its been a long while since ive played any beautiful songs kragg leans against a wall rubbing his sblast master while it shines like burning sun then ned pipes upp "uggggrr maybe it cause lord zial is waitin for some good news den i am shore zial eill let ya play alp da songs" ned just stands their and keeps his ripper cannon at the ready and kragg looks suprised ".....wow ned thats actually a good point how could you come up with that?" Ned just shrugs his arms and looks down torwards a bunch of zials followers and closes one eye and starts pinching at them " ey kragg lookie they look like little ants " kragg sighs "maybe if you toss a rock they will also get crushed"
Row after row of imperial guard platoon formed up as Commissar Jacob Dalimond arrived to do an inspection of troops currently en-route to operations on Immundra V, hundreds of guardsmen stood to attention as Jacob walked past, sweat pouring off their brows as they watched the furrowed expression of the man as he walked by examining each individual guardsmen in turn for signs of weakness. He was followed by two senior officers of the Gortex 340th who followed behind the commissar like an entourage, their long formal trench coats billowing out behind them as they walked. One of the guardsmen in the front of the row sneezed as the Commissar walked past and had barely had time to register what he had just done before a bolt pistol was raised to his head with horror he realized his mistake as Jacob pulled the trigger. After a loud roar from Jacob's bolt pistol an area of guardsmen behind the unfortunate were sprayed with contents of the man's head and the nearly headless guardsman flopped to the ground in a pool of his own blood. During the short stay of his visit already Jacob had time to reflect on the mission that Segmentum command had assigned him for when he will first set foot on this planet, his mission as simple as it was, was the securing of the crystals reported to have been found on this planet and hold them at all cost. He had been warned about the dangers of a multitude of different enemies that had already arrived planetside and in his mind he was determined that in the name of the Emperor the strength of humanity would shine through and destroy the enemies of man to claim the crystals as a resource of its own. The men assembled before him represented one of two parts of the imperial troops assigned this critical mission and soon they will mobilize towards the site of the resource itself to secure and fortify its position. he stopped and turned towards the waiting guardsmen and watched their almost unblinking stares into space, he examined the rigidness of their posture and the gleam of their polished lasguns in the artificial light of the transport. As he stood there a small smile played across Jacob's lips.
"HOW DA ZOG DO I ZTOP DIZ NOIZE?!?" A large stormnob stucked inside an unfitting little improvised space craft had just emerged from a Warp rift, complaining about the constant alarms he was listening. Every single warning sign inside the cockpit was beeping or flashing, where the lights were still intact, signalling any possible type of mechanic failure. After having scratched away from his windscreen several demon entities who tried to eat his face, dying because of Mek's stuff wasn't really what the ork was looking for. "Oi'z be zogged if me, Ead Ztompa da Krooza Nob, gets duff by a grot ship! Now, dying in a xplody way ez gud, but where's da fun when dere's not a pubblik? ....Dem Warpy gits really mezzed me up, now Oi'z talkin by myself...." As he realised that, the Deathskull started using the most effective therapy for recovering from Warp traumas: hitting repeatedly his head with his Golden fixa until the voices stopped being heard, as well as any other sound. As the "collateral effects" of the cure had ceased, the greenskin started to figure out if there was any rok big enough for him to land, and possibly find stuff to kill and loot. The answer came as a wild planet right in front of his screen, with different ships from various races orbiting around it, which was quite a relief for his blood lust and his bakside stucked into a minuscle seat. "Well well, what we've got ere..... And looks like dere's already a Welkomin party, only for me. Dat waz so kind of dem, Oi fink Oi'll ztomp dem gud for bein so nize.... Ztill talkin wif moyself, betta make da recall'o da vaxxine.."
<Megabash> Waltzing about the usual collection of Orkish rust huts and shanties a long familiar sound drew the towering mega nob's attention, drawing to scarred face a toothy grin. Marching toward not too distant sounds of Orkish yelling Megabash stood by to observe a formation of Storm Boyz in practice. "ONE! TWO! THREE! LIFT!" At once ten Storm Boyz and their leading Nob bedecked in the bright red of the Speed Freakz took off into the sky, rocketing over a hastily erected palisade of wood, scrap metal and dung. Impenetrable black contours of smoke followed them all earthward once more as a series of impacts sounded from afar and mini-explosions tossed up Ork parts and debris. "Wow only two uv 'em went boom Boss! " Left grinned at the sight, less impressed and more relieved knowing their boss would be in better spirits, thus less likely to make either his or Right's position vacant. "Dat it iz, woz a right propa take off too, only one or two seconds between each uv 'em. Fink I might 'ave ta talk ta dere Nob bout some fungus beer lata roight? " Megabash was only grinning wider, even if the 'well drilled' gitz who actually bothered with tactics were viewed as odd by the other Orks there was no denying that they were great fun to watch and any boy who strapped himself to a big volatile rocket to go soaring at high speeds toward an enemy dug out deserved a fraction of respect. "Used ta be one like dem didn't ya Megaboss? " Right inquired already knowing the answer full well but wanting to keep their massive overseer placated and happy. "One uv da finest Iz have ya know, was a rebellious lil git, didn't like all dis anorchy business, do woteva an wotnot. Touch naff in da head but I managed, chopped a lotta gitz an grew all giant like. Course den one day I had ta hang up da rokkit, put on some real armor an go charging, only way ta earn respect ya know? Can't be a proppa Goff wiffout a good ol foot slog across a couple thousand paces O enemy dakka an such. " There was a touch of melancholy in the sub-bosses voice, a bit of nostalgia for a guilty pleasure long gone. Suddenly a deep growl rolled across most the encampment as some great beastly engine stirred within their crashed krooza. "Sounds like Galgradak is set ta get ridin ta go find somin ta fight. Dem coward gitz betta uv brought back some good news. " Snorting as he thought briefly of the bloody Kommando gitz he shook his head, lumbering off to gather up his own mob and find whatever was passing for a vehicle pool right now.
