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Sep 17, 2009 18:52
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Nalla, and the 56rh Nallani Rifles win. Closed till update in about 10 min Our 'odds and ends rolls' present us with the following character stats: Wiry, stands 175 cm tall and weight 65 kilogram, with tan skin, and the white/ice blond hair common to all Nallani citizens. His eyes are replaced with common-quality cyberlens of the colour green (it is common to replace the lens with the colour the conscript had eye colour before). Our quirk is an electoo, likely describing clan or gang affiliation, and our hive class is Factory Dreg, meaning we worked in a manufactorum for one of the great hive clans. Our hive memento is a pair of steel-capped boots (fitting!), and that's about it. Our choice means we are in possession of the following equipment: Dark blue fatigues and uniform, dog tags with name and regiment, Barrenus Infantryman's Uplifting Primer, steel-capped boots. Bionics: Common Quality Cyberlens (both eyes) Armour: Flak jacket, flak pants, flak helmet (Armour Flak values: Leg 4, Arms 4, Body 4, Head 2) Weapons: Bayonet knife, Nallani field broadsword, Mk. III Nallani-pattern Lasgun, Nallani-pattern Laspistol, Decimus-Pattern "Steel-boot" Shotgun. Odds and ends: 2 las charge packs, 12 Mars-pattern scatter shotgun shells, and field gear: 56th Rifles field gear posted:2 weeks of freeze-dried rations, in this case grox giblets, mineral cubes, crackers and nutrient-enriched starch sauce - as well as a Las-burner, pan and cutlery to eat it with. Tias fucked around with this message at 20:00 on Sep 17, 2009 |
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Sep 17, 2009 19:57
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Allright, then we're almost good to go. I'm placing an updated character sheet in the OP, now we just need a name. In Barrenus citizens usually have a first name that's low gothic, a second name that's slightly more archaic, and in the case of hivers, almost always a nickname as well. For instance, Fral "Shiv" Titus or Strang "Stubber" Jerichus. You get the idea - suggestions available here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/dhnames.html All suggestions welcome, we reach a consensus instead of voting this time. In the meantime, here's an opening teaser - next update might not be for a while, but I'll do my best 
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Sep 17, 2009 20:20
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998.300.M39, Unknown Space, Sub-Sector Barrenus, Segmentum Ultima It seems like a month since you arrived aboard His Wraths Inescapability, an Irae-class troop cruiser. You've only felt lost aboard the huge vessel - Had you known it was almost five hundred years old and displaced 120,000 metric tonnes it would have meant nothing. In your life what has been before your eyes and in your hands has been what mattered, not weighty schematics and grandiose declarations. Before arriving you had been transporting engine parts between manufactorums for the great clan Havelock, followed by long stints in the Hive C Worker Guard, and putting autogun slugs or the tip of your knife in the dregs dumb enough to steal from clan warehouses. Field-stripping a lasgun has become second nature to your tech-savvy hands, and you can memorize small group tactics from the Barrenus Infantryman's Uplifting Primer by rote. Woe to the sump rat dumb enough to stand before you! Or that's what the lieutenant kept telling you on the way, at least.. No matter. You have no way of being certain. What you ARE certain of, however, is that it is all about to go down soon. Along with the 'Rifles, the 9th Yekrej Guards and 3531th Penal Regiment are currently on board if the Adeptus Munitorum quartermasters word can be trusted, but you've seen nothing of these other troopers, except for the occasional scared looking agri-worlder in green fatigues passing your quarters. Seems hivers have quite the reputation with those yokels, but then, it's not like we have not done anything to deserve it - in the first weeks, several troopers were lost to knife fights, and just two days ago a riot broke out during mess. But you got to hand it to the leadership, they don't mess around. Not only do they have Navy armsmen with shotguns aboard, they have also embedded commissars in our ranks. The mere thought of the massive Decimus-pattern bolt pistols they wave around like so many children's toys have scared every single trooper in your platoon to obedient silence, and there has even been a rise in company members attending religious services outside of the mandatory masses. You look to your troop. You're a rifleman in the 4th squad, 2nd platoon, 6th company, in the 56th Nallani Rifles. As a trooper, you get the sneaking suspicion that you're heading into some hot water indeed. Of course, no one mentions what exactly lies ahead, but if the casualties when factory clans or hive gangs go to war is anything to go by, the impressive resources arrayed in this ship alone has the capacity to wage a seriously bloody conflict. You take heart in the fact that you have a hive's worth of hardened men with you, and machine guns and grenade launchers in your very platoon. Your leaders must know what they're doing, surely, they have their mandate from the God-Emperor of mankind after all.. You snap out of your anxious muse looking at the greasy steel floor by an alert of some kind. Scouring your mind, you curse your memory for not recognizing it, the sergeant could have your rear end for this. After a fashion it explains itself as the klaxon ends and a female voice: "We will enter warp space in 5 minutes. Recite prayers of warp travel and maintain optimal productivity. Praise the Emperor!" Your heart sinks. poo poo just got real. Tias fucked around with this message at 13:38 on Sep 21, 2009 |
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Sep 17, 2009 20:23
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I can taste how metal this is going to be. Now I just wish we'll meet up with some Orkz who iz made for rokkin.
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Sep 17, 2009 22:46
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Tias posted:You take heart in the fact that you have a hive's worth of hardened men with you, and machine guns and grenade launchers in your very platoon. Your leaders must know what they're doing, surely, they have their mandate from the God-Emperor of mankind after all..  I'm loving the tone of this so far, and I can't wait to see our conscript realize just how good he's had it during all those years of filth, toil and violence in the hives. Now, I hate to sperg out over the details, but 12000 metric tons is way, way, WAY too small for a 40k starship. By comparison, a modern-day American aircraft carrier is 70000 tons, at a little over 300 meters long. A small, destroyer-sized transport would be 1500+ meters long and be much wider, and probably have displacement of about 700,000 metric tons. A cruiser would be much longer, about five kilometers, and ten to fifteen times the volume, so a cruiser like the Lunar class (the mainstay of the imperial navy) would probably weigh seven to ten MILLION metric tons.  I'm not just nitpicking for it's own sake: I want everyone to appreciate just how ridiculously huge starships are in the 40k universe. (and I didn't pull the numbers completely out of my rear end, http://www.merzo.net/ has 40k starships in it)
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Sep 18, 2009 00:19
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poo poo missed the vote
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Sep 18, 2009 02:34
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Cain "Rat" Zetkin is my suggestion. Go with given or nickname, both ways sound like some kind of 40's pulp scifi hero. Also, our trooper comes with an entrenching tool, eh? I smell success.
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Sep 18, 2009 05:43
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Liberal_L33t posted:
Mayhaps in his specific story the people who made the measurements use a more archaic form in which 12000 metric tons is higher than twelve million of other people's metric tons. 
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Sep 18, 2009 06:08
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Liberal_L33t posted:These aren't your regular tons, these are 40k tons. They're like tons but much grimmer and darker, so they weigh more.
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Sep 18, 2009 06:10
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Heh, I did fix it though. I grabbed the stats for an old escort vessel I whipped up, and I forgot that they're no bigger than WW2 gunboats. But focus on finding a name, you apes! The rest will work itself out
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Sep 18, 2009 11:45
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Last night I rolled on the generator and got Xerxes. I forgot to post it, and I just rolled the exact same number again. So Xerxes "Mongrel" Jaghatai according to mine. I like Mongrel  Edit: On second thought, I hate the name Xerxes ever since I was forced to watch the '300' spoof episode of South Park. Therefore my vote is for Cain "Mongrel" Jaghatai. midwifecrisis fucked around with this message at 14:36 on Sep 18, 2009 |
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Sep 18, 2009 14:30
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Kavingi posted:Last night I rolled on the generator and got Xerxes. I forgot to post it, and I just rolled the exact same number again. More like "Mongol" in this case.
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Sep 18, 2009 14:34
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Lord Commissar posted:More like "Mongol" in this case.  Cain seems to be a hit, are we in agreement on first name, or does Xerxes bear consideration? Jaghatai is perhaps too archaic for your general hiver (the name stems from a planet clean across the universe, and is over 10,000 years old at the time of our characters birth. Tias fucked around with this message at 14:41 on Sep 18, 2009 |
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Sep 18, 2009 14:39
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On the one hand, yeah, it's a name from the other side of the universe, but on the other hand he's one of the super big-time saints. And as any Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, Bart, Peter, Simon, Thomas, or Philips in the audience can tell you, they get a decent amount of naming respect. Jaghatai it is.
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Sep 18, 2009 15:39
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Ze Pollack posted:On the one hand, yeah, it's a name from the other side of the universe, but on the other hand he's one of the super big-time saints. And as any Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, Bart, Peter, Simon, Thomas, or Philips in the audience can tell you, they get a decent amount of naming respect. Oh, I'm down with whatever. Just saying.. Also, 
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Sep 18, 2009 15:52
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Tias posted:Jaghatai is perhaps too archaic for your general hiver (the name stems from a planet clean across the universe, and is over 10,000 years old at the time of our characters birth. Oh I know nutzink! Being completely new to WH40K, the massive Wiki is a bit overwhelming, especially without being able to locate a general history page (although I know that would be massive in and of itself). Any recommendations for Warhammer literature to look into? I've seen a good amount of novels in B&N, but I'd like a recommendation as to where to start, perhaps. (Although I'm also reading the GBS thread, I don't have an interest in the wargame aspect so much as the universe itself and the fiction and perhaps DH) midwifecrisis fucked around with this message at 18:18 on Sep 18, 2009 |
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Sep 18, 2009 18:12
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Ciphas Cain is pretty good. It takes great advantage of the 40k universe's potential for dark humor, and never forgets that the Imperium and everything around it are fundamentally absurd. A lot of people like Dan Abnett's stuff, but I personally think he goes against the grain of WH40k, especially how he depicts the imperial guard doing all kinds of complex computerized Tom Clancy/Starship Troopers kind of poo poo. That, and he's really REALLY bad with 'boring invincible hero(es)' syndrome. The way that Chaos Marines tend to go down like chumps versus guardsmen is especially egregious. Edit: Also I really enjoyed Storm of Iron for the sheer novelty of the fact that the Chaos Marines actually win in the end and accomplish all of their objectives. Liberal_L33t fucked around with this message at 18:46 on Sep 18, 2009 |
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Sep 18, 2009 18:44
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I really like the "Last Chancers" omnibus, if only for a look at how grim the Imperial Guard really is sometimes. That said, could you try and ask these questions in the Warhams thread? I'd like to get started on the game tomorrow or the day after Thanks.
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Sep 18, 2009 19:26
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Yes, my apologies. Looking forward to seeing it start up!
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Sep 18, 2009 20:04
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Cain and Jaghatai are good to me.
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Sep 18, 2009 21:25
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cain is played out, and jaghatai is too archaic for a hiveworld 3 randoms tell me Roth "Dekko" Dorn DEAD MAN'S SHOE fucked around with this message at 22:19 on Sep 18, 2009 |
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Sep 18, 2009 22:17
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I like Jaghatai, but not Cain. Roth "Mongrel" Jaghatai is my, er, mongrel-vote
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Sep 19, 2009 10:59
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Alright, I can see why some might object to Cain. (But if you're questioning the good Commissar's worth, be advised the punishment is summary execution.) How 'bout Quint? Fifth son of a fifth son. I also stand by Zetkin. Jaghatai is a Primarch's name, after all, and while that doesn't mean it can't be used, it would be strange, I think, for an unassuming grunt guardsman to come from a family apparently named for a Primarch.
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Sep 19, 2009 17:18
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In the interest of getting on with it, how about a vote? First names: Roth Cain Xerxes Quint Nick names: "Rat" "Mongrel" "Dekko" Last names: Zetkin Jhagatai Dorn Remember, one vote for each, as the name has all three composites, and even though you have written with name suggestions, please resubmit your vote. I will close and update tomorrow evening, which means you have approximately 24 hours to vote in. In the meantime, I'll get on writing a good update, aight? (We really need an inquisitor smiley) Tias fucked around with this message at 20:13 on Sep 19, 2009 |
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Sep 19, 2009 17:44
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Do all votes start again, then? In that case, Roth "Mongrel" Jhagatai
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Sep 19, 2009 19:35
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Yeah, I was thinking we could have a formal vote. There's time enough, after all.
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Sep 19, 2009 20:12
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I'm flip-flopping slightly, and with some further explanation I understand the hesitation for Jaghatai. I like Roth. Roth "Mongrel" Dorn
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Sep 19, 2009 21:43
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whats in a name, etc, but i stand by Roth "Dekko" Dorn if you know wots good for you, you'll ave a dekko 
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Sep 19, 2009 22:49
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Cain "Mongrel" Jhagatai Time to get our minds invaded by nasty things from the warp!
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Sep 19, 2009 22:58
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Quint "Rat" Zelkin. Rat Zelkin in the 40th and 3/4s Millenium! edit: I not gud with time
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Sep 19, 2009 23:14
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Quint "Rat" Zetkin, for sure. No need for a fancy name. Fancy names will get us noticed, and dead.
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Sep 20, 2009 04:01
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Alexandros "Gomer" Pile
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Sep 20, 2009 04:03
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Ice Phisherman posted:Alexandros "Gomer" Pile "How tall are you Private Pyle?" "SIR! Five foot ten SIR!" "BULLSHIT! I didn't think they stacked poo poo that high!" Full Metal Jacket is the best option. But naming ourselves after Pyle is not a good idea. Anyone remember what Snowball's name was?
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Sep 20, 2009 05:13
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((Quint "Rat" Zetkin it is. I'd keep this open for a broader vote, but I'd like to get on with this.)) 998.300.M39 You move slowly, and it occurs to you that you should not be on the planet already. What could explain that you are already on the scorched surface of a planet, crawling out of the ruined metal structure of some sort of carrier vehicle, and firing your Mk. III lasgun wildly at the enemy? Before your sight, blurred both with the confusion brought on by adrenaline and a weird dark red haze hanging both in the heavens and close to your eyes, you see splashes of gore, men dissolved messily across the dirty ground or stained and broken metal. Here, one is brutally gunned down by an ominous figure you vaguely recognize as a commissar, the gunman harshly condemning the fallen mans cowardice. There, another is struck by grenade fragments and torn apart like a rag doll might be by the hands of a factory brute. Under the watchful gaze of your superiors, you charge, screaming your insane devotion and despair towards the heavens as an oncoming tidal wave of blood threatens to wash you away.. ..You wake in your bunk, crying out in terror. The ascetic mattress is soaked with your cold sweat, as are all your clothes. You know it to be a nightmare, yet it was more. As if you were really there, the gunsmoke, gore and fresh air seem to cling to you still, only disappearing when you smell yourself for the second time (or was it the third time? gently caress this ship. gently caress it bad!). Copping your last contraband rotgut from your foot locker, you manage to get to sleep again till the end of sleep cycle, and the slated time for exiting warp space. You get another five hours of unruly, dreamless sleep. Day-cycle You wake again to a truly jarring sensation, as if someone squeezed your inner ear and let it go again. Fighting off powerful nausea, you manage to crawl out of your bunk and splash some water in your face without purging. You hear sounds of retching, as several from your squad fail in controlling their resisting bodies. Suddenly, a pleasant female voice issues from ship speakers. "We have now left warp space safely. Thank the Emperor and have a productive day." You barely get your uniform on before your Sergeant, Quarl "Steelbreaker" Castus, start barking orders: You are all worth less to the Guard than rat poo poo if you can't work quicker! Also, you are to get ready for briefing. You fall in with your platoon, following your designated servitor. Some of the guys, not having seen a servitor before, give the man-machine a wide berth. As the servitor walks, an inbuilt vox-unit starts speaking in a deadpan voice not connected to its actual mouth. At the moment said mouth has nearly rotted away, but spittle still leaks down its neck, eventually dripping over the rectangular, wheeled contraption replacing its legs. "You have arrived in orbit around UH-69 II. The campaign against the eight PDF legions of the UH-69 system guilty of heresy by way of secession from the Imperium of Man - and associated rebel factions - has not progressed according to the original plan, and your task force is relieving elements of the 188th Tragus and Columna 86th regiments fighting on the second planet in the system. Commanding General Esix Julan has been stripped of command and punished accordingly for incompetence. You are now fighting under the stalwart leadership of General Jarlax Hessa, 188th Tragus." The servitor rattles off a list of service medals and commendations for correct interpretation of the Tactica Imperialis this Hessa has earned, and your mind wanders off with thoughts of the ill portent in your dreams and the coming action. Shortly after, you and your squadmates arrive in a large room with a circular area in the middle surrounded by ascending seating, as the pits commonly used for spectator sports like pit fighting on Nalla. The servitors droning commands show you to a row of seating, and the briefing process quickly starts. Your platoon commander, Lt. Atellus, stands by a large dataslate, going into the briefing the second everyone is seated. Seeing as only half your company is present, and as you hear a lot of distant murmuring, you assume hundreds of these briefings are taking place. "We are now officially part of the UH-69 campaign. You are aware why, so let us immediately get on with our duty of expediting the seditious citizens of this system to their grave" Some cries of approval are heard, while others are listening in tense silence. "We are deploying by drop to the main continent of UH II, as both UH I and III are totally controlled by enemy forces, and we do not yet have the orbital strength to secure a beachhead. Fighting is ongoing as I speak, and we may have to drop directly into a battle, if that is what it takes to relieve the Columnan and Tragus soldiers on the ground. We will drop in less than two hours, so see to your equipment, prayers and what ever else you must do before we act. Dismissed" Your platoon gets up, but before you can join them Sgt. Steelbreaker stops you. "So, Rat, the drill abbott told me you're the best swordsman in the platoon. We've been asked to move all capable close quarters personnel to first platoon, for a better chance to assault fixed rebel positions. Would you be willing to do that? Otherwise you'll be stuck in second wave shooting at googly-eyed rebels from afar, and that's a good way to get fragged by an artillery shell. Your call, but I needa know before the hour, allright?". This was unexpected. Not knowing the exact hazards of warfare you're unsure of how to reply, and instead make your way down to the camp followers - COs told you extra gear could make the difference and save your hide on the ground, so you decide to check it out. The camp followers reside in a defunct hangar, already swamped by soldiers from different regiments. The smell of gunsmoke, spices and unwashed bodies are thick, and it's hard to make out a good deal. Eventually a greasy abhuman - a very short, rugged figure with a great beard and shades smoking a cigar (Introduces himself as "Vrokvrok") - seems to have some good deals. Vrokvroks arms dealership, prices posted:
You currently possess 75 thrones, the currency of the Guard. ((Well, that could have gone better. Our character randomly received a vision in the warp, shaking him up bad and giving him 1 Insanity Point. We now have to do two things: Vote for what position in the attack we volunteer for, either staying in 4th squad, 2nd platoon in a fire team, or transfer to the command platoon and lead the charge; and decide on what, if anything, we want to buy. As we decided on the assault upgrade we can now use solid projectile pistol weapons without penalty, and as such a revolver or autopistol could be a handy backup weapon.)) Tias fucked around with this message at 13:37 on Sep 21, 2009 |
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Sep 20, 2009 21:59
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Assault with the command, it should be a good way to show your initiative, talents, and devotion to the Emperor to the command. The shield would also be good, hopefully it can take a las shot or two and let me come to grips with the enemy instead of being shot down. (That sounds a lot better) TheKingslayer fucked around with this message at 22:19 on Sep 20, 2009 |
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Sep 20, 2009 22:10
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[meta discussion edited out] That's more like it, soldier! Tias fucked around with this message at 22:22 on Sep 20, 2009 |
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The assault platoon for sure. Time spent in the gang has made Rat pretty drat good up close. Getting the revolver might be useful, but really, saving for a chainsword would make Rat significantly more badass, so buy nothing! The emperor will protect.
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