Da Blu Ork.

OOC: So he decides to get even closer to the orks...

OOC: so me and the ork walk away and he appears behind me

OOC: I guess? Lets go with that

Ooc: yeah, the ork is less intimidating.

OOC: oh snap!

You sneaky little bugger!

OOC: I am a massive Ork Warboss...

COME ON, FIGHT ME *starts attacking the Vindicare*

Ooc: yeah, and the vindicare would just duck under and slice your throat open.

OOC: nerus knows what my character does for a living ....I eliminate rogue space marine chapters

Such a silly ork
*pirouettes and brings the sabre down in a slash starting at the orks shoulder*

*somehwo dodges the blade, grasping his power klaw around it and wrenching it from the vindicare's grasp, throwing it away* NOW WHAT HUMIE?

Now...*smiles amd draws his knife* now we dance

The cloaked figure steps forward.

*With the figure blocking the ork he activates his inbuilt communicator*

+Dreadnought, train all guns on the ork vessel and wait for my mark+

WAAGH *grabs him by the body and chucks him away, before turnig and back handing the cloaked man away* NOBODY KILLS WARLORD GRABNUTZ

The cloaked figure staggers, the cloak falling from his body.

*lands on his feet and grabs his sabre*
+all batteries FIRE!+

*realising the danger he runs for his looted stormraven* OI! Grot! GEt the engines going!

An ork running from battle? COWARD!

*the shells slam into the storm raven causing massive damage*

brb lunch break!

*turns* NOONE CALLS ME COWARD! *charges at the vinidicare, knocking his sword away and grabbing him* IF I'M GOING DOWN, SO ARE YOU

That is where you are wrong, *brings his right hand round and slams his knife into the orks skull*

YARRRRRRRRGH, YOU STOOPID HUMIE GIT! *drops him and staggers away, hands grasping at the knifes hilt*

*lands and takes a few paces backwards, bringing his rifle round for the kill*

*stumbles and falls behind a rock* ARGH, I DON'T WANT TO DIE... urgh...

Should have thought about that before you attacked me*keeps backing away*

*dead*

*fires a round into the orks cranium whilst the stormravens ammunition detonates*

*A thunderhawk in the livery of the angel's sword flies overhead*

OOC:oh god....

*dreadnoughts AA crewmen man their weapons*

*a vox sounds* Vindicare! We mean you no harm! I am chapter master Fyfian Seraphite of the Angel's Sword, and I have come to request your assistance...

+stand down men+
*walks out of the bar, still wary of the ork*

*Fyfian walks out, resplendent in a pristine set of terminator armour. He carries an assault cannon in each hand, and as he walks past the ork he unloads a volley into its head* I hear that you have skill with dispensing of chaos lords...

I do, what is your problem?

There is a fallen marine, of The Golden Plague, a chapter obsessed with the gold they coat there armour in. this heretic is plaguing our 4th and 1st companies in the Corincoth system. word is that he is planning on leading an assault on Corincoth IV, our home planet. We are making a stand there, but we need their leader... taken care of. His name is Tekran the Unholy, and he has a host of armies. The daemons of tzeentch, the golden plague themselves, Baraken the warsmith's war engines... the list goes on. We need you to help us stop him

I shall aid you, when do you depart?

Whenever you're ready.
OOC: I think we might need a seperate thread, and also I might have to wait quite a while because i'm in the final weeks of my exams...

Brb, phones gonna die

I am ready *begins walking towards "Dreadnought"*

OOC: that would be a good idea

CLoaked man! Name yourself!

*turns to the vindicare* Wait! What is your name assasin?

"Kevorkian"

My call sign is Bushwookie, I have no name

Well then 'kevorkian'. Who are you? a mercenary? A guardsmen?

Very well bushwookie. Would you prefer to follow our strike cruiser 'Wings of hope', or would you prefer to dock your craft in our ship?

"I'm a survivor"

Very well, be cryptic. Will you stand with us in defense of Corincoth IV against the chaos hordes?

"Do I get paid?"

It's the 530 foot long ironclad warship....I'll follow you
*the roar of several ancient starship engines can be heard*

OOC: massive firepower no shields.....says it all about bushy really...,

*sigh* fine, we shall recompense you, and provide you with any needed tech, provided you stand with us against tekran the unholy

Ok then Bushwookie, I will have our captain communicate with your ship's captain, and we will send you the coordinates

*bows and begins to walk away*

I should warn you that my services will not be available immediately, my vessel lacks a shield thus I must extend my pariah field to encompass the crew quarters....it drains me to say the least