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A Shroud of Emerald (Outdated); A W40k RP by F.M.
Topic Started: May 3 2008, 02:50 PM (306 Views)
~Fatalis Maximus~	May 3 2008, 02:50 PM Post #1
Beware the Berserkergang... Posts: 1,365 Group: Roleplayer Member #24 Joined: Jan 9, 2008	In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Commander Brucius Lancaster blinked as he stared out into space from the observation deck of his vessel. The Worldbreaker had been skirting the edges of the Emperor's (beloved by all) domain for weeks now, and he awas growing ever more impatient, bored, and dissatisfied. After all, the Astartes Space Marines were warriors. When would the real journey begin? Brucius, dressed in crimson robes bearing the symbol of the Blood Ravens, began to pace the elongated room, still glacing through the transparent energy fields separating him from the cold darkness of space. The many stars shone back at him, basking him and the room in a dim, fiery glow. After a moment, he gave in to it and smiled. Warrior or not, it was a beautiful sight, especially with the thought of his brothers taking other worlds that he may have been staring at. A panting man bursting into the room broke the serenity of the moment, the man falling on his face as he pushed open the heavy metal door of the chamber. Brucius' hand sung down to his powersword, but his grip on it relaxed when he saw it was naught but Bregan, his equerry: a simple human that did the tasks an Astartes would find miniscule. "Sir!!" Bregan blurted though wheezing breaths, managing an exhaused salute to his commander. "The astropaths detected a distress signal a moment ago. They're still refining it, but they said you should come listen to it, sir." "Very well, Bregan," Brucius said, half-chuckling at his equerry's nervousness. "Inform the communications deck I will join them shortly." Bregan offered another hasty salute and hustled out of the room as Brucius turned back to the energy fields. The stars shone at him still, the light seeming to take on a more graceful tone the longer he basked in it. "I will be back, my friends," he said to the stars ad he turned and left the room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Across that region of space was a sleeker, more elegant ship, containing a similarly elegant individual on a similarly elegant observation deck. The very same stars illuminated their deck as well. Farseer Alan'ai of the Craftworld Ulthwé smiled openly out the deck of her own vessel at the view in front of her. The universe was largely a beautiful thing, but beauty always had... imperfections. One of these said imperfections were those wretched Astartes Marines. In their human barbaric crusades they had defiled countless worlds of their own, the eldar's, and other races, simply because they were... 'aliens.' They had even destroyed their own genetic relatives because they simply associated with these aliens. It was all merely barbarianism contained in the actions of this young race. Alan'ai shook her head at the thought of such foolishness. "What is the situation now?" The Farseer psychically communicated to her communications deck personell. "The humans are moving, Farseer, in the direction you predicted they would." "Then nothing has changed. Stay the course, good subjects, and we will determine the end of this prophecy," the Farseer responded. The prophecy she had spoken of had come to her a few nights ago in a dream. Alan'ai had visions of a great world, shrouded in a blaze of emerald, and she had an aching feeling she knew what this meant, but it eluded her still. She paced the room, still mulling the thoughts around in her ancient mind. The Prophecy she predicted was closing in, and what was she to do for now but follow it? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Replay it again," Brucius commanded. "Try to eliminate any interference." The comm deck officer nodded and began typing rapidly on the keypad in front of her. The video's view became less cloudy and ever so slightly shifted to a sharper tone. The picture was that of an imperial soldier with a troubled visage about him. His words were frantic, and could barely be heard over the sounds of war. "This is Lieutenant Morriston of the 23rd Imperial Squadron! We request aid from any Imperial or Space Marine forces that get this message! We are being overrun on the planet we were sent to scout out and colonize, it was completely swarmed with orks and they're... they're tearing us apart!" The soldier turned away from the camera and picked up his rifle again, firing several volleys into the distance. After a minute or two, he turned back and said "I don't know how much more the men can take! I repeat, we are being overrun on planet--" The soldier's words were cut off by an orkish axe cleaving through his skull. "HAH! Lil' humies," it spat, "yous isn't nothin' agains' the might of our WAAAAAAAAAAGH! We'll kill all o' ya!" The ork, now more recognisable as an orkish Warchief, slammed his bloody axe down on the camera, causing the view to fade into static. There was a silence in the room as all stared at the video with contempt. "Blasted Orks!" Commander Brucius finally blurted. "I'll have their Warchief's head on a pike!" "What shall we do, sir?" one of the comm officers said quietly. "Track the coordinates of that message," Brucius ordered. "When you obtain the coordinates, inform me immediately by Vox." The officer saluted briskly and returned to his post, immediately typing on his console to scry the data he needed from the transmission. Brucius left the room abruptly, Bregan following suit. He followed his commander for a moment or two then, having built up enough courage to confront the towering Astartes, said, "And I, sir? What shall I do?" Brucius stopped and stroked his chin with his massive hand, groaning. "You will prepare my equipment for the rigors of war. Have the armour polished to a crimson shine, the gun cleaned and polished as well, and my powersword," he said, unstrapping the weapon in its sheathe from his side and putting it into his equerry's smaller hands, "have it blessed by the Mechanicum Adepts. Notify me as soon as the preparations have been made." Bregan stared at the sword in his hands. It was by no means small for a human such as he, easily requiring two hands to even swing. Of course, this was nothing in the hands of a Space Marine. The curves and edges of the silver blade gleamed in the light of the Worldbreaker's rooms, and it took several seconds for Bregan to snap out of the trance and stutter out, "O-of course, my lord. It shall be done." He nodded and, clutching the sacred blade to his chest, dashed down the hallway to begin preparations. The Vox-Bead in Brucius's collar began buzzing not too much longer after. "Sir, we've locked on to the signal's origin. It's not overly far away, a couple week's worth of Warp Travel at most. The planet has been dubbed Planet 23-01, as this is one of the first worlds they were sent to as a singular force. It's such a large planet though, I'm not sure why they went alone." Brucius smiled. The times he had been craving were coming ever nearer as he waited. "Very well then. Set a course for 23-01. We've no time to lose." The Vox-Bead clicked off, and Brucius's grin grew wider. Maybe he would see action yet. ((OOC: Those of you involved, it would do well for you to make your way to 23-01, as this is the focal point of the story. Oh, and sorry about the wait.))
	"Hmph. I don't even need this rusty sword to kill you." - GSD


~DarkKnightCuron~	May 3 2008, 04:30 PM Post #2
Ginyu Force Reject; Nazi Teddy Bear Commodore Posts: 577 Group: Roleplayer Member #13 Joined: Jan 8, 2008	"Aun'vre," one of the Water Caste pilots said over his shoulder, refusing to tear his eyes away from his console. Aun'vre T'au Ti'Fosh regarded the pilot thoughtfully and expectantly. He needn't say anything to extract the pilot's information. "We have detected a distress beacon in sector 23-01. An orc infestation has overrun the forces of the Gue'vesa. Your orders?" Aun'vre rubbed his chin thoughtfully with his left hand, while his right gripped his honorblade, his four, blue fingers turning slightly pale. "Proceed to that sector. I shall alert Shas'O of it momentarily. For now, we shall perform reconnaisance of that area, but do not engage in hostile conflict until the time is right." Aun'vre said, rising from his command chair aboard the 'Faithful Wish', a large Manta-Class Cruiser.
	Marching to the Black Gates...


~Norcar~	May 4 2008, 12:50 PM Post #3
Count Claudio Posts: 242 Group: Roleplayer Member #11 Joined: Jan 8, 2008	Krag'thul crushed the camera. It sizzled with electricity for a few seconds. He knew that the humans would probably try to stop his Waaaagh!. Good. Krag'thul needed some entertainment. Anyway, everyone knew that the only reason that the humans were still alive was because the Orks decided to let them live as worthy opponents. Krag'thul strapped his axe to his back and grabbed his shoota-skorcha kombi-weapon, specially designed by his Mekboyz. He fired off a few rounds into the fleeing human forces using one hand, then shouted to his troops. "Don't let dem escape! Kill dem all!" His troops shouted with glee, raising their arms up to the sky as they yelled. That'll show dose other klanz who'd boss, Krag'thul thought to himself. He grinned, revealing some enormous teeth that he was proud of. The other clans of Orks had always despised the Blueskinz. The Blueskinz were considered "unorky" due to the fact that they didn't have green skin. But none of the other clans had mustered up the strength to take on this planet. Krag'thul let go of the chain that he had in his other hand. The Squig that was attached to it roared and began chasing the human forces. Edited by Norcar, May 4 2008, 12:51 PM.
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~Scout~	May 16 2008, 09:34 AM Post #4
Diaphanous Visions Posts: 1,131 Group: Roleplayer Member #15 Joined: Jan 8, 2008	An imperial warship came out of the torrent of the Warp in high orbit above Planet 23-01. It was not, however, a space marine vessel, and the red fleur-de-lys on the side betrayed who was in charge on the ship. “Canoness Alissa, we have exited the Warp without incident,” one of the navigators informed Alissa Reynolds. She was sitting in her quarters, writing a report to an inquisitor. “Good,” she said. “Prepare dropships for our battle sisters.” They had entered the warp a couple of weeks ago upon receiving a distress signal. Planet 23-01 was of some significance to the Ordo Hereticus, and although the Adeptas Sorores would have nothing to do with the space marines, Canoness Alissa was sent to provide assistance for the team on the planet. This just made matters worse when Alissa received the news from one of her bridge officers. “Canoness, there is another imperial ship in orbit around the planet. We’ve identified it as belonging to the Blood Ravens space marine chapter.” Alissa sighed and put her pen down. “Open a channel with their commander. I wish to speak with him,” she said wearily. “Yes ma’am.” ((I hope you don’t mind if I did a time skip…))
	Scout's Characters


~Fatalis Maximus~	May 27 2008, 09:14 PM Post #5
Beware the Berserkergang... Posts: 1,365 Group: Roleplayer Member #24 Joined: Jan 9, 2008	"Commander Brucius," a Comm Officer of the Worldbreaker spoke, "we're getting a signal from a nearby vessel... it's Imperial. Scans indicate that the ship is of Inquisition design, most likely Ordo Hereticus." Brucius looked up at the mention of the Ordo Hereticus. This order was not something that was bumped in to by accident; this section of the order of the Emperor's Inquisition was charged with revealing and disposing of the most dangerous heretics that faced the Emperor's Glorious Rule. He wondered to himself why they were here as he nodded to the Comm Officer, giving the signal to open a channel. -:- "This is Commander Brucius Lancaster of the Worldbreaker. My officers have informed me of your allegiance, and I must ask... why is the Ordo Hereticus in these far reaches of the Emperor's domain?" -:-
	"Hmph. I don't even need this rusty sword to kill you." - GSD


~Fatalis Maximus~	Nov 5 2008, 12:09 AM Post #6
Beware the Berserkergang... Posts: 1,365 Group: Roleplayer Member #24 Joined: Jan 9, 2008	((OOC: Alright, I'm gonna attempt to start this one up again. So, Double post to advance the plot a bit.)) "By the Emperor! They just keep coming!" The soldiers of the Imperium were beginning to panic at the rush of blue-skinned orks. Their numbers were great, but the Imperium could not risk two separate Ork WAAAAAGHs, as one was bad enough. So, the 23-01 forces would just have hold out until their reinforcements came. But at this rate, the Blueskinz would soon take the planet for themselves... One of the soldiers, sweating heavily, turned to run away. Not much longer, though, he was snatched up by one Commisar Keith Erickson. "Exactly what are you doing, boy?" The commisar shouted, putting a shot between a blueskinned ork's eyes with his pistol. The soldier's head was down, having been caught was a disgrace to him. "I... I had to run, sir! There's no chance of us winnin' this battle--" His words were cut off as Commisar Erickson shot him in the head. "If you will not serve in combat, scum, then you will serve on the firing line!" He turned to his troops behind him. "All units! You will not yield! By the Emperor himself, you will hold your ground with every ounce of your strength! The Imperium does not tolerate failure!" He thrust his rapier into the air and, with a bellowing roar, his squadron's firing rate doubled, in only out of fear of retribution should they fail.
	"Hmph. I don't even need this rusty sword to kill you." - GSD


~Shin-Ra~	Apr 12 2009, 07:04 AM Post #7
The Other Guy Posts: 264 Group: Roleplayer Member #33 Joined: Feb 2, 2008	Across the void of space, far from the planet a rip in the very reality of the universe opened and closed as a disfigured and tarnished shape disgorged itself from the warp. It had clearly been an Astartes strike cruiser once, but years and lack of repairs lay heavy upon it’s armoured bulk and many weapons from other ships has been added to it’s design, making it far more formidable than it’s original class had been, despite the severe damage. One side of it’s hull bore the name Aeternum, directly next to the twin-blade icon of the Brazen Templars chapter. “status?” Captain Armand Sartorius asked from his command throne as the various crewmen and chapter serfs scurried across the bridge, repairing and reconnecting various systems, even as reality took hold of the ship once more. “The Necrotyr are not perusing, there are no sign of their ship designs and no reports of moral threat” his aide Macario reported pausing to view the readouts before continuing “there are reports of casualties across the ship however, largely stemming from the aft port generator assembly. I count fifty dead so far and rising.” Sartorius leaned backwards and made a silent prayer of thanks that they had made it through the nebula after the unloving had ambushed them with three of their great tomb ships, the Gellar fields had barely held against such a warp active location but the Necrons seemed to have viewed their act as an intrusion rather than any actual attempt to destroy the Astartes ships. “Have the sentorium scan this system for our target, the production facilities are-“ “Sir. multiple contacts directly ahead, they’re surrounding the planet” Macario suddenly interrupted “Several imperial and xeno designs, it’s too early to tell but one group are certainly Orks.” Sartorius leaned back, looking out towards the planet far ahead of them in utter disbelief. This was meant to be a recently colonized planet, one with a large shell production facility but one which was far outside the warzones of the Imperium. “do we disengage sir? our power levels and thruster assemblies are still mimicking an Exorcist class Grad Cruiser” Macario asked, clearly ready to run rather than fight in this case. “No” Sartorius replied after a moments thought “order the navigational servitors to plot a course directly towards the planet. Have the gun crews stand firm and our battle brothers prepare for assault.” “Captain” Macario began “our orders from the Lord Templar are to resupply and rearm, not to…” he trailed off as Sartorius silenced him with a wave of his hand “and if is our duty to the Emperor and his people to purge our worlds of all threat, within and without. The Imperium may have turned it’s back on us when those bastard Mechanicus and their pet Inquisitor disowned us, we are still Astartes none the less, and our duty still stands. Now relay those orders Brother Sergeant.” Silently, the Aeternum began to move towards the planet. It’s crew silently praying that the Imperials there had not heard of their ‘betrayal.’
	"You can live forever or die trying."


~Fatalis Maximus~	Apr 12 2009, 11:47 PM Post #8
Beware the Berserkergang... Posts: 1,365 Group: Roleplayer Member #24 Joined: Jan 9, 2008	(((Shin-Ra, you may want to hold on to that post, I was planning on having this thread reset. If no one else becomes interested in the next few days, I'll repost the thread.)))
	"Hmph. I don't even need this rusty sword to kill you." - GSD


~Shin-Ra~	Apr 13 2009, 03:39 PM Post #9
The Other Guy Posts: 264 Group: Roleplayer Member #33 Joined: Feb 2, 2008	((Alright, I'll keep my eye on this situation.))
	"You can live forever or die trying."


~Fatalis Maximus~	Apr 14 2009, 12:38 AM Post #10
Beware the Berserkergang... Posts: 1,365 Group: Roleplayer Member #24 Joined: Jan 9, 2008	((Don't worry about it too much, the scenario thus far will be largely the same. Same opening post, same situation on Planet 23-01. Thus, your post should still be quite viable. I'm putting in the request for a restart now.))
	"Hmph. I don't even need this rusty sword to kill you." - GSD


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