The Webway: A Warhammer 40k RP (Started, Still Accepting!)
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Illyrian paused, looking around once more. To his left, a long corridor. Ahead, there was a junction not far ahead. To his right...wait. The Webway had just changed again. Now thepath to the right led to...an Orc ship? That wouldn't be good. Tyranids and now Orcs... Something was amiss in the Webway, but what?
After a moment's pause, Illyrian decided it would be optimal for him to backtrack a small amount, see if the Web had stayed the same. He wasn't any closer to the center than he had been when he started out, and That just wouldn't do at all. A quick turn, and... More wall.
Since his path was now closed, Illyrian pressed onward and to the left when he arrove at the junction. maybe he could circle around and get closer to the center.
After a moment's pause, Illyrian decided it would be optimal for him to backtrack a small amount, see if the Web had stayed the same. He wasn't any closer to the center than he had been when he started out, and That just wouldn't do at all. A quick turn, and... More wall.
Since his path was now closed, Illyrian pressed onward and to the left when he arrove at the junction. maybe he could circle around and get closer to the center.
"Yes, are you?" Gathering up his courage Richared thought of more to ask? "What Regiement are you from?!?"
Richared ask the strange and nervouse voice. Richard felt scared, Eldars only know trickery and this could be a trap, but if it wasn't he had found a commrade. This is important the only way for him to survire would be in the safty of numbers.
Richared ask the strange and nervouse voice. Richard felt scared, Eldars only know trickery and this could be a trap, but if it wasn't he had found a commrade. This is important the only way for him to survire would be in the safty of numbers.
Goresmas'a growl loudly and curse at every turn. The webway kept him going in circles and seem like he walk this way for miles now. He seem to come back to the Imperial guard ship. But stop, looks at it again. Something was off with this one he thought. He got closer as it was a bit hard to see in the dark webway and he found out it was a different ship!
He look around, looting the bodies of what he could but finding nothing much but extra ammo clips and some rations. He ate some of the rations as well as cutting off a hand of a imperial soldiers. Eating about half as he saves the rest with the other small portion of rations he found. He grunted and gets back up from resting and eating. He looks around to see which way to go and found out the webway had yet again change on him. "Stupid blasted t'ing. can't make up its own mind" He said as he continue on his way. Looking for a way out or something to kill with his choppa and shoota pistol.
He look around, looting the bodies of what he could but finding nothing much but extra ammo clips and some rations. He ate some of the rations as well as cutting off a hand of a imperial soldiers. Eating about half as he saves the rest with the other small portion of rations he found. He grunted and gets back up from resting and eating. He looks around to see which way to go and found out the webway had yet again change on him. "Stupid blasted t'ing. can't make up its own mind" He said as he continue on his way. Looking for a way out or something to kill with his choppa and shoota pistol.
Vre turned a corner and before his eyes manifested the silhouette of a tall figure standing at a junction. Their armour looked slightly scrapped but not overly damaged, their height indicated they could be Eldar.
Yes definitely Eldar.
Vre thought as he inched silently closer to his unaware victim, noting the oriented armour. Vre didn't dare call out, this was the web-way and by law of averages he calculated he had less than a 0.03% of this being a fellow Eldar, against 97% chance of it being one of the Fallen Cousins, a Druchii.
After a moments thought Vre decided he either had to attack, fall back or reveal himself, or he would lose his advantage.
Just as the figure began to move off to the right junction way, Vre made his move.
Utilising his warp spider warp pack, he warped behind the Figure. The burning fire, caused by the brief stroking encounter with the warp as the pack shifted space, within his mind was muffled by the warmask of khaine, the blessing that all Eldar Warriors held, so that their sanity was preserved. Only the Exarchs, leaders of the Aspect Cults were cursed to always wear their warmasks, and thus were outcasts in Eldar craft worlds, forced to stay within their shrines except in times of war.
Vre's blades hissing as they rent and oscillated the molecules of the atmosphere as they materialised in-front of the figure's exposed neck and chest, and his own body behind.
"Shea nudh Asuryanish ereintha Asuryanat".
Yes definitely Eldar.
Vre thought as he inched silently closer to his unaware victim, noting the oriented armour. Vre didn't dare call out, this was the web-way and by law of averages he calculated he had less than a 0.03% of this being a fellow Eldar, against 97% chance of it being one of the Fallen Cousins, a Druchii.
After a moments thought Vre decided he either had to attack, fall back or reveal himself, or he would lose his advantage.
Just as the figure began to move off to the right junction way, Vre made his move.
Utilising his warp spider warp pack, he warped behind the Figure. The burning fire, caused by the brief stroking encounter with the warp as the pack shifted space, within his mind was muffled by the warmask of khaine, the blessing that all Eldar Warriors held, so that their sanity was preserved. Only the Exarchs, leaders of the Aspect Cults were cursed to always wear their warmasks, and thus were outcasts in Eldar craft worlds, forced to stay within their shrines except in times of war.
Vre's blades hissing as they rent and oscillated the molecules of the atmosphere as they materialised in-front of the figure's exposed neck and chest, and his own body behind.
"Shea nudh Asuryanish ereintha Asuryanat".
"May the blessings of Asuryan protect the children of Asuryan from abomination." - To a Dark Eldar this would usually send them into a frenzy as they have forsaken the Eldar Elder Gods - or unknown to the Eldar their creators the Old Ones.
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Analysis of Current Situation indicates Human Organics as members of the Faction known as "The Imperium of Man"
Current Conversations Indicate them to be soldiers of the Imperial Guard.
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The Medusa V conflict has confirmed standard Battle Philosophy of the Imperial Guard
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[b]Observation: The Imperium posses the Largest amount of Galactic Mass in the Galaxy. The continued Survival of other Organic Factions are only possible due to the sheer number of Adversaries the Imperium faces. Unlike the Genetically Altered Space Marines, the common Imperial Stormtrooper is simply Irrelevant. The Death of One would hardly matter.[/b]
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[b]Addendum: Conflicts during the Medusa V Conflict has confirmed the Tactics employed by the Average Superior Unit. The Majority of the Commanders used Inefficient Tactics which are all centered along the assumption that there would be more Units. Dozens of Regiments insured that the Tactic Succeeded.[/b]
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[b]Conjecture: As such, The Imperium would only see fit to give their Units the Minimum requirement in a Sustained Conflict. Further showing that The Imperium views each Individual Unit as useful in a Group. This Further Implies that each Unit is simply unable to truly function at their Full Capacity, due to engaging in Combat Individually[/b]
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[b]Addendum: Individual Units would still be Skilled. Current Tactics, though Incredibly wasteful, would Insure that an Imperial Guradsman Unit would be Incredibly Battle Hardened. Skilled in Survival. However, this would still be Insufficicent against one of their Adversary Faction's Equivalent.[/b]
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[b]Conclusion: The Guardsman offer no threat to the Necron Frame. Their Elimination would be without doubt in normal Terrain. Unfortunately, The Enclosure's Nature creates Scenarios wherein Accurate Calculations are Impossible.[/b]
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[b]Solution: Elimination Protocols are in Standby. Current Calculations Indicate a 87% probability of Terminating Targets. Elimination of Targets must require a minimum of 95% Probability of Success for a successful Strike.[/b]
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Oke the shuttle is gone, I am the Emperor knows where and the freaking FNG's are gone. This is starting to look like one of those days Hawk thought while walking in a certain direction.
And best thing yet, I almost can't see a bloody thing in here. Maybe the binoculars can help?
Taking out the binoculars, Hawk tried a couple a settings on it.
Well the best I can get is this choppy IR
Continuing his journey, Hawk came on to a three way.
Oke honey, do your thing
Taking out his bayonet, Hawk tossed it in to the air. Catching the bayonet again in his hand and looking at it, Hawk saw a engraving of a lady grinning back at him.
Oke, right it is then
And best thing yet, I almost can't see a bloody thing in here. Maybe the binoculars can help?
Taking out the binoculars, Hawk tried a couple a settings on it.
Well the best I can get is this choppy IR
Continuing his journey, Hawk came on to a three way.
Oke honey, do your thing
Taking out his bayonet, Hawk tossed it in to the air. Catching the bayonet again in his hand and looking at it, Hawk saw a engraving of a lady grinning back at him.
Oke, right it is then
Illyrian heard the faint hissing and then the screeching of a warp-pack, but realized he didn't know where the attack was coming from. In conclusion, he decided to just stay still. Hopefully whomever it was would be friend rather than foe. When he heard the unnamed humanoid speak, he at once knew he was in the presence of another Eldar.
"Stay your blade, Warp Spider. I am not your enemy here."
Illyian thought better of speaking when he remembered these tunnels did not only have eldar in them anymore. He resorted to using his thoughts to convey messages.
I am Illyrian, of Craftworld Iyanden. From what craftworld do you hail?
"Stay your blade, Warp Spider. I am not your enemy here."
Illyian thought better of speaking when he remembered these tunnels did not only have eldar in them anymore. He resorted to using his thoughts to convey messages.
I am Illyrian, of Craftworld Iyanden. From what craftworld do you hail?
He heard talking echoing among the walls. Sounded human as he shouted a loud orky "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Wanting his enemy to shake in their boots when they hear the ork chant. "You 'umies gonna bez da next target of my choppa!"
just a suggestion
Before he could say something a loud ork warcry prieced the thick darkness. "Shit! Look buddy same happen to me, I'm coming over don't shoot. Only way were going to get out of this is by fighting together!"
Richard ran into the direction of Ace's voice before he could get a relply hoping it was really a human and hoping Ace wouldn't shoot him out of fear.
Richard ran into the direction of Ace's voice before he could get a relply hoping it was really a human and hoping Ace wouldn't shoot him out of fear.
Chaos is here too? Richard thought to himself. Richard pointed his gun in the direction of the screaming and open fired, the light flashing off the walls gave him some light. He continued firing in slow succesions to conserve ammo. He could only hope it would slow the enemy down fast enough for him to be able to get Ace and if Ace wasn't an enemy in disgues then Him and Ace could retreat into the black. Then with a slim chance their tracks would be covered up by the ever shifting maze.
I never had to hope for some much, and all of it just so I could live for a few more moments to get lost in a maze.
Though he didn't really belive, faith was something he needed right now as he ran backwards to Ace firing on the unknow enemys. Emperor protect me he whispered to himself.
I never had to hope for some much, and all of it just so I could live for a few more moments to get lost in a maze.
Though he didn't really belive, faith was something he needed right now as he ran backwards to Ace firing on the unknow enemys. Emperor protect me he whispered to himself.
"Chaos Scum" Ace thought and jumped out of the danger. He was used to fighting Chaos in Darkness but not Daemons, especially ones as vicious as the daemons of Khorne.
He opened up fire and tried to conserve ammo. He would kill it with his bare hands if he had to.
He opened up fire and tried to conserve ammo. He would kill it with his bare hands if he had to.