OOC:I am not done!I havent even started!Didnt get no alerts...no nortifications and i totally forgot about this RP till few hours ago.Not even a tag or even a mention of PCs name....thank you guys...i fell 7 pages behind... *leaks a bit* OOC2: Wow...wow...wow!None told me that i can take outside of the Guard structure,character!I want an Enginseer with Combat Servitors! >:| "Sir yes sir!" answered Techero as he fist-bumped Viktoria and they broke ranks...no more then twenty meters between Oskar or the Cyclops. Grabbing Angela,Techero rubbed his right hand glove against his,cleaned up now grox-leather coat...for luck.Priming the rifle,Techero,ley behind a rock,aiming down,following Cyclop`s movement and the movement on the fortifications. With a grin he waited for any ugly orkoids to pop up...his trigger finger itched after so many hours without shooting something and Angela was getting restless too.She almost has bitten him this morning.At least he finally finished the Chapter on orks in the Primer.Thankfully...there were no female Greenskins.
Martin was ready at the firing line with the other's his las-rifle ready and his vox equipment ready to relay messages. he was behind cover near both the commisair's and he was ready for combat. "So how many do you think were going for today sir?" he asked trying to figure out how many green skin kills everyone had. As he kept kept his eye out with the other's for the green skins.
I tagged you everywhere!!!!!!! >.< OOC #2: Because they are side characters only which OCCASIONALLY pop-up. No main char. Main Char must be human because Imperial Guard Regiment. OOC #3: The Cyclops is not with us, it's with another platoon on the other side. We do a 3-side attack against the Orks. <Oskar Hochmann> "More than the other Platoons." He simply replied with a wide grin before drawing his Bolt Pistol and making sure it's lock and loaded.
"Then next time dont walk down the stairs as the orks are in combat range or you may get a chopper to the back" as she spoke she sounded serious but there was a small smile on her face "next time il let you take the combat then"
"It would be my greatest pleasure Commissar. Let's teach these dregs what the Emperor's judgment feels like." OO: Could you direct me to her description? Is she tall or short?
OOC:I didnt mention you Uriel...i said guys!All of you!Like my smexy sniper never existed...but nvm.Also...secondary?Suits me!Can i haz a Mechanicum bloke? :3
AND SUDDENLY FIRE! Before even the Heavy Weapon team could start, the Ork Boys upon the wall started to shoot toward the troop. The only reason of nobody having fallen yet was the marksmanship, or lack thereof, of the Orks. And quickly it became clear why they knew the Ruvornians had arrived! A Kommando fell from the ceiling and landed on top of Artyom, smashing him to the ground and causing him to fall unconscious. Oskar who was nearby just slammed his fist into the skull, sending the Ork flying across the cave, against a pillar and smashing his skull. "FIRE AT WILL! PROCEED AS PLANNED! XALIA, CHECK CEILINGS AND OTHER POSSIBLE HIDING SPOTS FOR MORE KOMMANDOS! UTHER TAKE COMMAND OF SQUAD THREE AND FOUR! TRY TO SUPPRESS THE ENEMY SOMEHOW! MARTIN AND SQUAD ONE ON ME, LET NOBODY GET INTO MELEE RANGE! GRIZZLYS, PROTECT THE OWLS AND CUBS! DO YOUR DUTY! AND DO IT WELL!" He instructed with a fierce roar, yelling loud enough without vox-enhancers to be louder than the shooting that was going on. This surely would be not as easy anymore as it at first appeared to be, but at least they have the Orks attention, alright. OOC: Reminders: Platoon Lead: Oskar Hochmann (@Uriel1339 ) Master of Ordnance: Artyom Walter (@Xaphen ) Lady Commissar: Xalia Umbra (@lord-watchman ) Commissar: Uther Valentine (@PorOborosCain ) Vox-Operator: Martin Falkenauge (@Vulpas - NPC) Veteran Soldier: Mark Vincent (@Colapse ) Veteran Soldier: Gerontius Malithine (@Valonox ) Veteran Soldier: Brock Mizer (@kanila ) Sharpshooter: Viktoria Kirsten von Kirschhain zu Auroris (@Casavay ) Sharpshooter: Techero Binalt (@High_Adept_Zeth ) Heavy Weapons #1: Gorbon Sobovostki (@DeranVendar ) Heavy Weapons #2: Franco Deskos (@DeranVendar )
"YOU HEARD THE MAN GRIZZLIES!!! DO NOT LET THE VILE BEASTS GET CLOSE TO THE CUBS OR OWLS!!!" With that he moved into cover about 50 meters I front of the Cubs position, ensuring that he wasn't inside their killing area. If those green skins thought they could sneak around the fatal fire from the Cubs they would have another thing coming!
<Gorbon and Franco> Gorbon took it upon himself to slam the auto-cannon's support stand down and immediately begin unloading, letting the heavy recoil sort out the positioning of the stand while he kept it steady, body tensed up tight to keep it on target belching out rounds that would pulp anything from infantry to light vehicles, all of which the Orks tended to have in high supply! They were currently situated in the cover of a fallen stalactite that shielded their flanks well enough even if they were exposed from the front, but what concern was that to a real guardsmen? "Heavy weapons, three O clock!" The weapons wept around, never once did Gorbon ease up on the trigger strafing the wall before piling his deadly focus onto a number of lootas whom had taken to their scrap wall looking to get a height advantage over their foe. Franco watched bloody chunks fall in the wake of their teamwork with a satisfied smile, las-pistol set in one hand in case any Kommandos dropped in to say hello. "Sweep left, low got a big'un rallying their boys for a charge!" For a brief few seconds the team's weapon went silent as Gorbon wasn't going to waste rounds shooting at the wall while their weapon lined up with the slugga mob. "Beautiful, traverse right looks like we've got a few more big'uns forming up. " "Lightin 'em up! " "Light 'em up. " Hawkish eyes picked out a fair bit on the battle, he didn't like to do others jobs for them but if something seemed to be going a miss the man was quick enough to speak up about it. A severe lack of supplies during the initial founding of their regiment had seen it that a number of the spotters were fielded without binoculars, leaving them to rely on their own Emperor given eyes. It had been a pain for the first several engagements but for those who survived long enough to adjust it made the idea of using anything else laughable.
