W40K: In Service to the Imperium: Episode 3 (OOC/OPEN)

[The united imperial sector]

Name: Alexander brayvus
rank:private
apperence:brown hair blue eyes white skin 105 pounds 5 foot 8
Alexander was in the 35th aslasta world regiment his platoon was thrown into a small town and ordered to hold it to the last man, but within a few hours chaos cultist attacked the town hundreds of them threw themselves at him and his platoon only the platoons two auto cannons managed to stave the assults off. But within hours the men heard an ominus clanking sound of machanical legs and soon chaos defilers appered apon the horizon and forms amgonst them proved to be chaos mariens.The first defiler salvo knocked out the two auto cannos as well as the command squad, Alexander was knocked down by the upper part of his commisars body which is most likely what saved him from the next salvo, a few moments later after he managed to push of the corpse of his commisar off of himself only to be greated by a chargeing khorne bazerker Alexander fired of a one in a million shot manageing to hit the bazerker in a weak spot in his power armor bringing him down just before the heritcs chain axe fell apon him.But the rest of his platoon had not been so lucky he saw hords of cultist and marines butchering his commrades he started runing as fast as his feet could carry him being narrowly missed by bolter, auto,and lazgun fire. Soon enough he found himself runing across a barren waste land following far behind a couple of his platoons survivors.
Occupation: Rifleman
Equipment: Standard lazgun,combat knife and basic carapce armor,and a half empty canteen.
Wounds: A slight bullet graze on his left shoulder.
Is this better?

[AETEN II]

Name: Ozzall 'Oddball' Corrick
Age: 33
Gender: Male, last he checked. Can never be sure when Slaanesh is afoot,
Appearance (Image preferred): Stands 6'2, weights 240 lb. His hair is brown and shaved down to a crew cut, with black eyebrows and brown eyes. His face is heavily scarred from years in combat- although it's not surprising given that he's Cadian. As for now, he's currently keeping his helmet sealed tightly on, for good reason.
Biography: They say the Seventh Cadian Regiment is lucky. Every member of the seventh will promptly call this bullshit and admit that they seemingly have the worst luck possible. The miracle about them is how the hell anyone of the seventh survives the good stomping they typically receive. As for Ozzall and his squad? They don't have a damned clue besides luck, skill, and divine intervention by the Emperor. As usual, their forces were overwhelmed by endless hordes of unspeakable abominations. At first, the Chaos Cultists were manageable, hell, Ozzall and his squad likely killed fifty of them, possibly even hundreds. It's impossible to differentiate your lasers from all the others. All Ozzall knew was that he and the nine men under his command sprayed lasers across the battlefield, and with the hordes of Cultist militiamen that assaulted endlessly, at least one out of every three shots fired killed something.
Although in reality, the kills didn't matter. What mattered was that their defensive position where they had dug in was getting hammered endlessly by those bastard cultist militia, and it only got worse from there. When the cultists gained enough ground, the Chaos Space Marines arrived.
Neither Ozzall gave a single shit what Chapter or class, or whatever the bloody hell those post-human monsters were, all he knew was there was Chaos Space Marines, and they hit hard. And fast. He'd fought basic troopers before on Cadia- and they were bad enough. But these, these flying fiends? The horrible monstrosities came screeching down on their position like birds of prey. The only defense against them was to lay down suppressive fire on them, but they could fly. Those horrible creatures killed two of his squad, and Ozzall and his men never even landed a shot on those creatures. They were also gone just as fast as they appeared. Once the things he later figured out were called 'Raptors' destroyed the heavy guns and vehicles, the basic, yet still horrible, Chaos Space Marines came pouring in on their position and slaughtered them. Entire platoons got cut apart by chainswords- their lasguns didn't even dent their Daemonic armor. It was only the Storm Troopers who could hope to make a stand, and by the Emperor they did. While the Seventh may have been shattered, they gave just as good as they got. Halfway through the frenzy the corpses of Cadian Guardsmen littered the battlefield- but so did the Chaos Space Marines. While their dead was not as numerous as the Imperial Guard's, the combined fire of the Storm Troopers ensured that there could be a successful retreat. Ozzall and his squad had at least five confirmed Chaos Space Marine kills before the retreat. Of course, they paid dearly. The Sergeant's squad was burned just as bad as his face. Out of ten men including Ozzall, only three survived. The rest were either torn apart by Raptors, or gunned down by the constant charge mounted by the Chaos Space Marine, backed by Cultist support. However, no matter how badly torn up they were, and how many died, the Seventh survived. The retreat may have not been as glorious as the last stand of the Ultramarines on Macragge, but they took care of their own, and ensured that their fellow Guardsmen could retreat. While Ozzall is personally distressed at how much was lost in the battle, he and his two surviving subordinates will be hailed as heroes along with the rest of the men and women who made Chaos pay for their victory in blood.

However, as impressive as their bloody fight was, the fact remains that the battle isn't over yet. Their communications destroyed and possibly jammed, along with the fact that they're running low on ammo and cut off entirely from the rest of the Guardsmen, the odds are stacked against their favor. Already carrying the identification from the seven men he's lost, he'll do everything in his power to ensure that he keeps the two others alive long enough to see them off. Not to mention the fact that he'd like to survive this catastrophic event himself. While some may join the Imperial Guard to become a Martyr, Ozzall joined the Guard to carry on the Cadian tradition of killing the legions of Chaos and becoming a hero. Not a posthumously one.

Regiment in which served: 7th Cadian
Rank: Sergeant
Occupation: Kasrkin/ Storm Trooper Grenadier
Equipment and uniform: Armor. Armor is intact, although there has been a great deal of chipping and large dents from shrapnel, it's still holding up. As for weapons? Respirator helmet, Hotshot Lasgun, Backpack Powerpack, Hellpistol, Combat Knife (2 foot blade, serrated), and Emperor-help-ye if you forget your Primer. Ozzall certainly hasn't, although it's likely muddy, bloody, and burnt.
Wounds: Ozzall took off his helmet so he could spit in the face of a dying Chaos Space Marine. A corrupted plasma gun shot promptly wizzed by his head, and while not directly hitting him- it burned the left side of his face off, including his ear. Safe to say that this not only hurt a lot, it pissed him off. It pissed the squad under his command off. The squad promptly taught the Chaos Space Marine a lesson of Cadian vengeance, with Ozzall getting the honor of finishing the monster off with a shot to the head.
This children, is why you keep your helmet on. As of now, his face is currently wrapped in bandages right up to the eyes, with a healing salve coated on the wounds to keep the pain down.

[Bone Fort]

Yes?

Yes what?

[The Empire of Pretantia]

Yes?

Yes what?

Yes.

[The Old South]

Yes what?

Yes.

No.

[Bone Fort]

Yes.

As in? Come on, proper sentences here.

[The Empire of Pretantia]

Yes.

As in? Come on, proper sentences here.

Yes, as in yes.

[Bone Fort]

Yes, as in yes.

... F**k it, never mind. Not worth it.

Anyway, really looking forward to all this, hopefully this one doesn't die like all the others did.

[The Empire of Pretantia]

Yes, as in yes.

... F**k it, never mind. Not worth it.

Anyway, really looking forward to all this, hopefully this one doesn't die like all the others did.

Yes was the answer to your train question.

[Legital]

Got a mul-ti-pass?
Just kidding, but you need to weed out some of those weapons. Either the lasgun or pump, not both. But I will accept you anyways.

Can I change it to a lighter lascarbine at least? The pump is a cut-down model without a stock instead of a full-size combat shotgun. I had a certain inspiration when I wrote it.

Very well, keep the shotgun.

Name: Alexander brayvus
rank:private
apperence:brown hair blue eyes white skin 225 pounds 5 foot 6
Alexander was in the 35th aslasta world regiment his platoon was thrown into a small village and ordered to hold it to the last man, but within a few hours hundreds of chaos cultist and demons overwhelmed the position slaughtering almost his entire platoon he was one of the few who managed to escape out of the slaughter. Now hes runing across a forsacken wasteland trying to get back to the capital.
Occupation: rifleman
Equipment: Standard lazgun,combat knife and basic carapce armor,and a half empty canteen.
Wounds: A slight bullet graze on his left shoulder.
my first time posting this kind of stuff did i do it right?

Show me a little bigger bio, and some better grammar.

Name: Ozzall 'Oddball' Corrick
Age: 33
Gender: Male, last he checked. Can never be sure when Slaanesh is afoot,
Appearance (Image preferred): Stands 6'2, weights 240 lb. His hair is brown and shaved down to a crew cut, with black eyebrows and brown eyes. His face is heavily scarred from years in combat- although it's not surprising given that he's Cadian. As for now, he's currently keeping his helmet sealed tightly on, for good reason.
Biography: They say the Seventh Cadian Regiment is lucky. Every member of the seventh will promptly call this bullshit and admit that they seemingly have the worst luck possible. The miracle about them is how the hell anyone of the seventh survives the good stomping they typically receive. As for Ozzall and his squad? They don't have a damned clue besides luck, skill, and divine intervention by the Emperor. As usual, their forces were overwhelmed by endless hordes of unspeakable abominations. At first, the Chaos Cultists were manageable, hell, Ozzall and his squad likely killed fifty of them, possibly even hundreds. It's impossible to differentiate your lasers from all the others. All Ozzall knew was that he and the nine men under his command sprayed lasers across the battlefield, and with the hordes of Cultist militiamen that assaulted endlessly, at least one out of every three shots fired killed something.
Although in reality, the kills didn't matter. What mattered was that their defensive position where they had dug in was getting hammered endlessly by those bastard cultist militia, and it only got worse from there. When the cultists gained enough ground, the Chaos Space Marines arrived.
Neither Ozzall gave a single shit what Chapter or class, or whatever the bloody hell those post-human monsters were, all he knew was there was Chaos Space Marines, and they hit hard. And fast. He'd fought basic troopers before on Cadia- and they were bad enough. But these, these flying fiends? The horrible monstrosities came screeching down on their position like birds of prey. The only defense against them was to lay down suppressive fire on them, but they could fly. Those horrible creatures killed two of his squad, and Ozzall and his men never even landed a shot on those creatures. They were also gone just as fast as they appeared. Once the things he later figured out were called 'Raptors' destroyed the heavy guns and vehicles, the basic, yet still horrible, Chaos Space Marines came pouring in on their position and slaughtered them. Entire platoons got cut apart by chainswords- their lasguns didn't even dent their Daemonic armor. It was only the Storm Troopers who could hope to make a stand, and by the Emperor they did. While the Seventh may have been shattered, they gave just as good as they got. Halfway through the frenzy the corpses of Cadian Guardsmen littered the battlefield- but so did the Chaos Space Marines. While their dead was not as numerous as the Imperial Guard's, the combined fire of the Storm Troopers ensured that there could be a successful retreat. Ozzall and his squad had at least five confirmed Chaos Space Marine kills before the retreat. Of course, they paid dearly. The Sergeant's squad was burned just as bad as his face. Out of ten men including Ozzall, only three survived. The rest were either torn apart by Raptors, or gunned down by the constant charge mounted by the Chaos Space Marine, backed by Cultist support. However, no matter how badly torn up they were, and how many died, the Seventh survived. The retreat may have not been as glorious as the last stand of the Ultramarines on Macragge, but they took care of their own, and ensured that their fellow Guardsmen could retreat. While Ozzall is personally distressed at how much was lost in the battle, he and his two surviving subordinates will be hailed as heroes along with the rest of the men and women who made Chaos pay for their victory in blood.

However, as impressive as their bloody fight was, the fact remains that the battle isn't over yet. Their communications destroyed and possibly jammed, along with the fact that they're running low on ammo and cut off entirely from the rest of the Guardsmen, the odds are stacked against their favor. Already carrying the identification from the seven men he's lost, he'll do everything in his power to ensure that he keeps the two others alive long enough to see them off. Not to mention the fact that he'd like to survive this catastrophic event himself. While some may join the Imperial Guard to become a Martyr, Ozzall joined the Guard to carry on the Cadian tradition of killing the legions of Chaos and becoming a hero. Not a posthumously one.

Regiment in which served: 7th Cadian
Rank: Sergeant
Occupation: Kasrkin/ Storm Trooper Grenadier
Equipment and uniform: Armor. Armor is intact, although there has been a great deal of chipping and large dents from shrapnel, it's still holding up. As for weapons? Respirator helmet, Hotshot Lasgun, Backpack Powerpack, Hellpistol, Combat Knife (2 foot blade, serrated), and Emperor-help-ye if you forget your Primer. Ozzall certainly hasn't, although it's likely muddy, bloody, and burnt.
Wounds: Ozzall took off his helmet so he could spit in the face of a dying Chaos Space Marine. A corrupted plasma gun shot promptly wizzed by his head, and while not directly hitting him- it burned the left side of his face off, including his ear. Safe to say that this not only hurt a lot, it pissed him off. It pissed the squad under his command off. The squad promptly taught the Chaos Space Marine a lesson of Cadian vengeance, with Ozzall getting the honor of finishing the monster off with a shot to the head.
This children, is why you keep your helmet on. As of now, his face is currently wrapped in bandages right up to the eyes, with a healing salve coated on the wounds to keep the pain down.

Accepted, looks great.

[Bone Fort]

So what do we got? A bunch of vanilla Guardsmen, a rocket launcher/demolition engineering team, a sniper, a Karskin, a Commissar, what else? What's our composition? Any other heavy weapons or otherwise noteworthy troops? And by that, I mean do we have anyone else that isn't a basic lasgun wielding trooper.

[The Empire of Pretantia]

So what do we got? A bunch of vanilla Guardsmen, a rocket launcher/demolition engineering team, a sniper, a Karskin, a Commissar, what else? What's our composition? Any other heavy weapons or otherwise noteworthy troops? And by that, I mean do we have anyone else that isn't a basic lasgun wielding trooper.

We have Max Fightmaster, and he is Sly Marbo mixed with Patton. Speaking of which, can Pattonius Centurius make an appearance?

[AETEN II]

So what do we got? A bunch of vanilla Guardsmen, a rocket launcher/demolition engineering team, a sniper, a Karskin, a Commissar, what else? What's our composition? Any other heavy weapons or otherwise noteworthy troops? And by that, I mean do we have anyone else that isn't a basic lasgun wielding trooper.

You have Kasrkin Storm Trooper, along with two NPC ones.

[Volmachtia]

I am admittedly new to WH40k, but thought I'd give it a go. So... here goes:

Character:
Name: James Ewell Brown "Jeb" Caudell
Age: 25
Gender: Negative, I am a meat Popsicle Male
Appearance: A little under six foot, fairly average of height and weight for Humans hailing from the Segmentum Tempestus region of the galaxy (or at least planet Dixie). Light brown hair and a dark five o'clock shadow. Large hands, broad shoulders.
An idea of Dixie Guardsmen.
Biography: Born on Dixie in the Amerikon Sector, a world in the galactic south that is the Segmentum Tempestus region. Raised proud and strong, and eagerly answered the call when an Imperial Guard regiment was levied. The 47th Dixie Infantry soon saw small actions against feral orcs, minor heretics, and other rabble opponents on a number of worlds. Dubbed the "Castalia Invincibles", their commanders had high hopes. Jeb Caudell climbed up the ranks during these small battles, but the unusual light losses made significant advancement difficult. By the time of their deployment to Epsilon Octarius he was still only a corporal but being groomed for a sergeants slot.
Called to Octarius to reinforce on-planet Imperial forces, the 47th's colonel anticipated only greater glory for the "Em'pur" (as locally pronounced) and the regiment. But the 47th had not yet fought the forces of Chaos in a massive engagement such as this before. And so when the battle came to pieces, it paid the price. A series of mishaps and bad luck decapitated the 47th's leadership at the height of the assault on the Chaos Lord's headquarters. The remaining officers, encouraged by their Commissars, respond the only way they saw appropriate: a head on charge. Hoping to crush the foe with sheer elan, the regiment was instead all but annihilated as their fellow Guardsmen on the flanks collapsed and withdrew, with a 99% casualty rating considered optimistic.
Corporal Jeb Caudell, partly through sheer luck and partly through skill, was one of the few to extricate themselves from the death of the Castalia Invincibles. Ordered with his squad to check the status of their flanks, when the rout began he found himself drawn into by another regiment's officer. As the forces of Chaos hounded their withdrawal, Jeb found himself the sole survivor of his contingent.
Regiment in which served: 47th Dixie Infantry, the "Castalia Invincibles"
Rank: Corporal
Occupation: Rifleman
Equipment and uniform: Grey uniform and flak armor, with a stylized Maltese cross of Dixie's regiments on the right shoulder and the Imperial Guard crest on the left. Carries a standard issue Kantrael pattern M36 Lasrifle, a bayonet and stub revolver for close quarters, and a pump-action shotgun (popular on Dixie) slung on his back for "close encounters". He depleted his own grenades and most of his lasgun batteries in the fight, but managed to scavenge a few more batteries, some frag grenades, and a single grenade-style melta bomb from a dead Guardsman of another regiment. Aside from his canteen, he managed to lose just about any other equipment he had during the confusion of the rout.
Wounds: He suffered a concussion from a blast that cracked his own helmet, and so his head is bandaged under his new (borrowed) helmet. In addition Jeb applied a bandage to his upper left arm to halt the bleeding from gash caused by a fragmentation explosive.

Got a mul-ti-pass?
Just kidding, but you need to weed out some of those weapons. Either the lasgun or pump, not both. But I will accept you anyways.

Okaaay then...

*fashions shiv out of toothbrush*

LEGITAL! POST THE OP OR I WILL SHANK YOUR BITCH-ASS WITH MY SHARPENED TOOTH BRUSH!

Shanking the OP is like shanking the God-Emperor.

And that's heresy.

Sigging.

[Bone Fort]

We have Max Fightmaster, and he is Sly Marbo mixed with Patton. Speaking of which, can Pattonius Centurius make an appearance?

I meant people that are not standard lasgun wielding troopers. Regardless of his personal ability and experience, he is still a standard lasgun-armed trooper.

I mean things like snipers, stormtroopers, anti-armor, heavy weapons, commissars, etc.

So far I have counted one rocket launcher, one meltagun, one sniper, two stromtroopers (plus two NPC ones), one commissar, one guardswoman who could pilot a tank if we acquire one somewhere down the line, and then all the lasgun people.

Did I miss anything? And before you say it AETEN, yes I counted your Karskin.

[The Empire of Pretantia]

Wait... WH40K: Sword and Shield, Flame and iron. Play as almost any subfaction of the Imperium(SM, IG, SoB, GK, Adeptus Mechanicus, Adeptus Arbites, Deathwatch, or Rogue Traders) to kick ass!

[Legital]

We have Max Fightmaster, and he is Sly Marbo mixed with Patton. Speaking of which, can Pattonius Centurius make an appearance?

I meant people that are not standard lasgun wielding troopers. Regardless of his personal ability and experience, he is still a standard lasgun-armed trooper.

I mean things like snipers, stormtroopers, anti-armor, heavy weapons, commissars, etc.

So far I have counted one rocket launcher, one meltagun, one sniper, two stromtroopers (plus two NPC ones), one commissar, one guardswoman who could pilot a tank if we acquire one somewhere down the line, and then all the lasgun people.

Did I miss anything? And before you say it AETEN, yes I counted your Karskin.

Sounds about right.

[The Empire of Pretantia]

So whaddaya think?

[The Old South]

So what do we got? A bunch of vanilla Guardsmen, a rocket launcher/demolition engineering team, a sniper, a Karskin, a Commissar, what else? What's our composition? Any other heavy weapons or otherwise noteworthy troops? And by that, I mean do we have anyone else that isn't a basic lasgun wielding trooper.

Basic lasgun troopers trying to survive sounds more interesting than special snowflake squad.

Come on, let's die in fun ways!

[The Empire of Pretantia]

So what do we got? A bunch of vanilla Guardsmen, a rocket launcher/demolition engineering team, a sniper, a Karskin, a Commissar, what else? What's our composition? Any other heavy weapons or otherwise noteworthy troops? And by that, I mean do we have anyone else that isn't a basic lasgun wielding trooper.

Basic lasgun troopers trying to survive sounds more interesting than special snowflake squad.

Come on, let's die in fun ways!

AGREED!
Chet agrees too! @i.i
Been studying up on organization for various Imperial Adepti. I have plans...

[The Empire of Pretantia]

It is done. The die is cast:
http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=227734
Bam, combined forces.

[Deutsche Demokratischer Volksstaat]

Any limits on what regiment characters may be from? An -incredibly grim and fatalistic- guardsman from the Death Korps of Krieg is very appealing to me, frankly.

[The Empire of Pretantia]

Any limits on what regiment characters may be from? An -incredibly grim and fatalistic- guardsman from the Death Korps of Krieg is very appealing to me, frankly.

._. Awesome. Chet agrees @i.i

[Deutsche Demokratischer Volksstaat]

Any limits on what regiment characters may be from? An -incredibly grim and fatalistic- guardsman from the Death Korps of Krieg is very appealing to me, frankly.

._. Awesome. Chet agrees @i.i

I'd likely make the character seemingly 'off his rocker', so to speak; with a certain sense of humor (albeit one with grim undertones) which I believe is not very common in the Death Korps.

[The Empire of Pretantia]

._. Awesome. Chet agrees @i.i

I'd likely make the character seemingly 'off his rocker', so to speak; with a certain sense of humor (albeit one with grim undertones) which I believe is not very common in the Death Korps.

I_I Awesome. Chet agrees @i.i