Rise Of A Old Kabal

OOC: In this, I will allow myself to be killed if the character who kills me is also letting themselfs be killed in the process

But I will just come back as a clone so its not biggy
IC: "Any other information you wish to bother me with?"

"No, I think that's all, apart from this" he says, handing you a enclosed document, wrapped in a fine leather and locked with a dna encoder.
"It'll need a drop of blood on the pad to open it, and it details the soldiers, timings, and everyone on board the vessel; it was a pain to steal from the imperial records"

OOC: He's lost most of that. I nerfed near enough everything.
Still I see your point, he was too OP.

"You can go now"

He bows before leaving, hurrying out.

My guy begins snorting some of these dank crystals

Timeskip to da place and time of shit happening?

OOC: I'll back out of this, Nerus made a point about my guys generally being OP and I don't trust myself to not do it again

Yes.
The meeting location is at a not to distant port, a fleet of ships belonging to the weeping maw being prepped and readied for realspace combat.

Ooc: note the fact you lack a fleet.
Lelelelelel.

You can see kabalite warriors boarding the vessels, their colour scheme quite bold compared to the bleak and dour look of the dark city.
A female warrior comes to greet you, quite obviously a high ranking member.


Ooc: you could just keep the name and change the character.

OOC: I have a fleet mate

IC: "Hello?"

Ooc: no you don't, you have cloning vats.

OOC: and a fleet

I never said I don't have a fleet

We sold some of our dank kush and clones and brought a fleet

Ooc: you rolled on the table.
That's what you got.

"Greetings, I'm Carenneque, Hierarch of the weeping maw; I presume your the Archon?"

Ooc: that wouldn't be enough to get a fleet.

We sold lots


And we also nicked and converted ships from other races

IC: "Indeed I am"

Ooc: I'd understand you would have a bunch of ships for the webway, but the thingi said realspace fleet.
Not much fun if you just say you have everything I have just so you can be on equal footing.

"I'm afraid Ezarruin is busy, so I have the honours of meeting you" she says with a hint of annoyance, her helm hiding any hint of true emotion.

OOC: Whats the difference

I thought webway ships could go into real spesss?
IC: His incubi bodyguard stand by his side, my guys cloak of flayed skin still there

It looks rather fabulous, someone clearly put the lotion on the skin "You can quit the bullshit, I know you have no real interest in familiarities"

"Ah, good; it was annoying" she says with a hint of relief.


Ooc: a fleet is big-ish ships, you'd have things like barges and whatever.

Ooc: mine are capable of long distance space travel, yours are for raids.

OOC: But could I put my ships inside your ships and then launch my ships from your ships?
IC: "I can tell"

Ooc: yes.

She looks at your forces.
"Can I see a data slate for the amount of warriors and vehicles your bringing, it would help in the loading procedure"

one of the incubi hands her a data slate, they are only bringing the forces which are needed

Can I have a list please?

Talos pain engines, several squads of wychs, even more squads of kabalites, 2 squads of kabalite true borns

K Holdon.

After a short amount of time, the loading procedure has been completed, the Torture cruiser and the escorts beginning their travel through the webway.

"Excellent, the slaughter shall begin soon.."

"Quite, the honour of this fine taking will be ours" she pauses for a moment, obviously getting a message through her helm comm unit.
"Yes, of course... but; fine" she says in a hushed voice, she turns and opens the door with a press of the door release, revealing Ezarruin, wearing a painfully simple armour, similar to his foot soldiers,if it were not for a few subtle things he would blend in with them.

OOC: Watching fury

DAnk

IC: "Greetings"

Ooc: pirating?


He remains silent, his helm moulded to look like a nightmarish monster, with intricate artistian working, he has a collection of knives either side of his belt, both in identical sheath's. He also wields a blaster pistol, hooked onto his belt also, along with a pair of plasma grenades.
His right hand wields a agoniser gauntlet, his fingers sharp in the contraption.
He offers his right hand.
"It is a pleasure"

OOC: good movie, until the end

"Because I am really stupid enough to shank the hand with the agonizer in it"

Ooc: what's wrong with the end?

Oops, meant to write left.
Sorry.
He offers his left hand.

OOC: ehheheh!

IC: he reluctantly takes it

OOC: it loses it's grittiness and that ruined it for me.
Plus y'know, the Germans suddenly forgetting how to aim

Ooc: you tend to do that at night and when firing at a 50 cal.
And people are getting churned up by grenades, high calibre bullets, and getting shot and stabbed and covered in blood and mud.
No, definitely not gritty.

Is shaking hand

OOC: Lilentos, don't read this. Spoilers!


Bad choice of words, it was well done, don't get me wrong.
I just don't like the end because it lost something.
The panzershrecks didn't knock out the tank for example, or the fact that it was the bloody SS. Thingy surviving, if that was SS he'd have been dragged out from under the tank.
Oh and Wardaddy surviving the ammunition run, that was bullshit.

You could have made it a spoiler comment

Ooc: didn't you see it was a kid of a similar age to the guy under the tank? Perhaps he didn't like hitlers regime, not everyone in the ss was a broken mass murdering psycho.
Bit of a harsh judgment to mearly assume he would.
Panzershrecks probably would have, but I don't think any properly hit the tank full on.

A warning light flicks on and off.
+prepare for realspace drop, prepare for raid+

"And now the real fun begins..."

OOC: I sorta forgot, sorry :/

I haven't seen the movie in a long time, so you have me there, and yes not everyone in the SS was.

With a groaning of reality, the dark eldar ships enter realspace, the imperial vessel unknowing of their arrival.

OOC: Im at the bit where the german womans house just got blown up and norman the no scoper is sad because his girlfriend is dead

Hello darkness my old friend

IC: "How are we getting onto this ship of theirs then? teleportation? direct boarding?"

Am now at the bit with ze tiger


Oot jha

OOC: TIGER 131!!!!!!!!!!! Best scene in the movie.

"We teleport onboard, go inside the guardsmen barracks, lock down those doors with haywire grenades; then proceed to take out the pilot and his crew"

"Excellent"

"So, what task do you want, quickly subdue the guardsmen while they are sleeping, or go and silence the captain"

"We could seal the guardsmen quarters and pump noxious gas through the vents while they sleep"