To Slay a Xenos

OOC: severer lack of: This is general Barca or I'm general barca

OOC: I'm an idiot

Gorath wrote:

"Their training is good, but their experience varies from platoon to platoon, I'm afraid I cannot accuratly guess their overall skill. General Barca here is in command of the PDF." *he gestures to the IG general to his left*

yes
you are

OOC: you saw nothing (re read my message)

he nods in response

*salutes*
"What would you have my men and I do, sir?"

"How many men strong are you soldier, and what is your name and rank?"

"Field, William, Commander of the 31st Praetorian regiment of foot. 1000 men strong, sir"

OOC: frigate in orbit

"A pleasure william. From my current intel you and your men would be best aiding in some of the outlying population centers."

*he nods*
"We shall depart right away, if I have your leave"

"I havent' assigned a settlement yet"

"Apologies, sir"

"Not a problem." *he starts tapping at his wrist computer*

*silence*

OOC just so everyone knows
A standard introduction of Tyranid forces is a Vanguard force of Lictors and Genestealer led by an unknown Synapse creature to secure a foothold of several hundred miles

OOC: inb4 they kill all 1000 of my men

+inquisitor, I am sending the targeting data of the pilar of flame's orbital bombardment weaponry, should persuasion be nessessary. Out+

"I will send my men to the furthest settlements in combat squads, to cover as many as possible, from there I have given them orders to begin training militia and handing out weapons"

"I'll supply those weapons" says the flesh eater, his helm turning to face the baron.
"What of Samael?" He says, th captain considering it for a moment.
"Samael will go to the weakest outpost"
The command squad nods in agreement.

Barca: that's also where you will go, commander

+thank you salamander+

"my company is at your command, wherever you need us baron"

"You are autonomous, astartes. Where you defend my world from is your choice."

"I will have my librarians and forge masters plot the likely landing first landing sites. we will fortify them."

*he salutes, before turning and leaving*

"Wait, praetorian" says the flesh eater.
"My name is Eli, and I need your help"

*he stops and turns*
"What is it that you require, astartes?"

*Raeven raises and eyebrow under his helmet*

"Your regiment is known for being able to drill in record speeds, if I supply you with the gear; can you start teaching as many civs as you can?"

"It will be done"

Eli nods.
+Marrow, this is Eli, drop the guns+ he says to his comm.

"We better move, follow me"

*he nods and does so*

The flesh eater leads him outside, a load of large crates strapped together slowly descending from parachutes.
It lands, the marine opening one of the crates, taking out a old, but functioning lasgun, cleaned up, but showing scars of combat.
"Do you think you can teach people to use these?"

"Easily, I shall have my men transport them to the settlement and begin training at once"

"Good"

*He walks away and some praetorians appear a few minutes later to collect the crates*

About 20 loads come down, all carrying about 60 rifles, and many ammo packs.

*one radios for more men, and soon the platoon appears to carry the weapons/ ammunition back to the Valkyries*

The planet quakes again uneasily, stones rattling fro deep underground is audible as well

"We best be prepared... this won't be a war, this will be survival"

*time skip to the settlement?*

Ooc: I imagine so.

OOC: TIME SKIP!

*The Praetorians are busy rounding up all capable civilians and separating them into groups*

OOC: so you don't want to light ze candles?

"How long until they are combat effective?" Asks Eli, his beaten bolter resting in his grip, it's serrated bayonet jagged and covered in scars.

ooc theres a christmas special for that?

and yes.. im here.. lurking and reading...

Reading and lurking.

ooc ignore everything I said apart from the lurking

Err.

and then the heretic that is ortus, creeps behind you



and gives you cake