The Webway: A Warhammer 40k RP (Started, Still Accepting!)
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Sarge walked met up with Ace and set down the bags.
Points at left bag.
"This bag has supplies, a medkit, and some spare weapons. I have already repaired myself and my drones."
Points at right bag.
"This bag has food in it, and I have already eaten."
Sarge pulls out the plasma gun, the 4 bolt pistols, and the two grenade launchers out of the bag, and points to the bolt pistols he has equipped.
"These may prove useful, if my experience with your Space Marines is what I remember. There are more supplies still in the ship, but I could not carry them. Please forgive me, but I used parts from your ship to alter my drones."
Sarge pats a drone.
"The ship seemed beyond repair, and these alterations may prove useful."
Points at left bag.
"This bag has supplies, a medkit, and some spare weapons. I have already repaired myself and my drones."
Points at right bag.
"This bag has food in it, and I have already eaten."
Sarge pulls out the plasma gun, the 4 bolt pistols, and the two grenade launchers out of the bag, and points to the bolt pistols he has equipped.
"These may prove useful, if my experience with your Space Marines is what I remember. There are more supplies still in the ship, but I could not carry them. Please forgive me, but I used parts from your ship to alter my drones."
Sarge pats a drone.
"The ship seemed beyond repair, and these alterations may prove useful."
"There are more weapons, lasguns mostly. There are also spare uniforms. More food in a galley."
Goresmas'a look up in the sky. He didn't know if it was nature to happen or if something was wrong here.
I betta geta toda ships. Get some cova and start workin on da bigga guns
He thought to himself as he ran off in a random direction. He could feel himself getting close to ship. As the maze webway shift and change he came to a Imperial ship that seem to be better shape then most. He smile his orky smile and ran into it. Taking parts of it a part and starting to work out a bigga gun. While taking cover inside the ship.
I betta geta toda ships. Get some cova and start workin on da bigga guns
He thought to himself as he ran off in a random direction. He could feel himself getting close to ship. As the maze webway shift and change he came to a Imperial ship that seem to be better shape then most. He smile his orky smile and ran into it. Taking parts of it a part and starting to work out a bigga gun. While taking cover inside the ship.
The tyranids had been resting for the past few hours, regaining the strength that they had lost when they tried ambushing the humans and the tau. Their plan had failed, because they had rushed into it with a wounded Hormagaunt, which greatly hindered their chances of success. That and they sprinted forward instead of hanging back and taking them out one by one.
S7 began to move, the duct system causing a small creaking noise as it continued forward. The last thing it remembered was that it had been inside of an imperial ship, and S7 confirmed signs of life when he heard scattered noises below.
The other Tyranids continued to rest, but S7 could rest no longer. It crawled towards a small vent that it could break out of if need be, and attack whoever was inside.
S7 began to move, the duct system causing a small creaking noise as it continued forward. The last thing it remembered was that it had been inside of an imperial ship, and S7 confirmed signs of life when he heard scattered noises below.
The other Tyranids continued to rest, but S7 could rest no longer. It crawled towards a small vent that it could break out of if need be, and attack whoever was inside.
As Goresmas'a was setting up the gun parts he heard something moving within the ship. Growling he pick up his ax and spat out the bolt he been chewing on. He look around, hitting random vents and possible something could hide in. Getting ready to dive his choppa into whatever was in the ship with him. "Oi ya git. Come out and fig't me like a ork!" he yell out.
This is if pyro's tyranids are with Goresmas'a ship.
That's what I was implying yes... this should be interesting, speed against strength...
The vent in front of the Tyranid smashed inward, and S7 saw a large pair of orcish fashioned boots appear and disappear almost as quickly. S7 snarled, leaping out of the vent and aiming a cut towards the back of the Orc's leg. It didn't expect to do any major damage, but it wanted to anger the Orc as much as it could.
Goresmas'a felt sharp pain in his leg as he turn around and kick at the thing that cut him. Seeing a small bug/lizard creature hitting the wall. "Oi Im gonna cut you ya grot" he said as let out a warcry and goes towards the tyranid. Slashing his choppa at its head.
S7 let out a screech, ducking underneath the choppa and back into another vent. He crawled along these vents, until it was on the other side of the orc. It screeched again, launching itself at the Orc, this time, its scythes aimed at the back of the Orc's knees.
Sarge and the Guardsmen heard a loud screech in the distance.
"I hope the alterations worked."
Tracking drone activated
Investigating motion
Analysis: Violent activity occurring 800 meters due relative west. At least five life forms.
No signs of other life forms.
"It seems the Tyranids have recovered."
"I hope the alterations worked."
Tracking drone activated
Investigating motion
Analysis: Violent activity occurring 800 meters due relative west. At least five life forms.
No signs of other life forms.
"It seems the Tyranids have recovered."
Goresmas'a bent downwards to look into the vent where the Tyranid ran into. "OI! GET OUT OF DAR!" he yell as S7 stab him in the ass. Goresmas'a got up quickly and howl in pain. He try to shake off S7 and if that didn't work. Goresmas'a would slam him at the side of the desk.
"Well if the nids ain't coming here, what are you worrying about then?" Hawk said while climbing in to the ship. Picking up a medkit, Hawk duck out a shell in his leg and started bandaging his wound.
"Where did you say, you fond the lasguns" Hawk asked the xeno. "Also what the heck are you actually xeno?"
"Where did you say, you fond the lasguns" Hawk asked the xeno. "Also what the heck are you actually xeno?"
"I am worried that they may find us, due to proximity. I found the lasguns in a cargo hold."
Sarge points to the cargo hold.
Sarge then takes off his helmet.
"And yes, I am a xeno."
Sarge points to the cargo hold.
Sarge then takes off his helmet.
"And yes, I am a xeno."
S7 screeched, digging his talons in deeper and raking his claws against the Ork's back. A small amount of venom was already pooling in S7's lower jaw, but he would need a lot to do any damage to the Ork.
Goresmas'a reach back and grab S7 by the tall and rips him off. Slamming him into walls for some pay back. "Gonna gut yeah, ya stupid grot" Goresmas'a said as he raise the ax and starts to come down on the Tyranid.
S7 was dazed for a moment before glaring up at the Ork. It's beady black eyes stared right into the Orks for a moment, before it let out a nasty gurgling noise and spitting out a glob of acid. The acid was aimed right for the Ork's face, as the Tyranid wiggled free, slipping back into a vent.