Akatsuki Augus wrote:
"Yeah, who's the jester now? At least we have mortality on Mars..."
" Indeed, as is the case with most the universe, though, I suppose less so on Mars, given the AdMech's ingenuity "
"I have no idea what you're talking about, you know."
((T1 MP? It's the first time I've heard of that... Sorry...-
Oh wait right let's cut back to what is happening IC, we've been doing OOC stuff for long, sorry!
I'm open for interactions!))
Right then, Xueqing was having the cake the general gifted her out of no reason. She was wondering, why would he give her this? And with this, she seemed careful with every bite.
Oh wait right let's cut back to what is happening IC, we've been doing OOC stuff for long, sorry!
I'm open for interactions!))Right then, Xueqing was having the cake the general gifted her out of no reason. She was wondering, why would he give her this? And with this, she seemed careful with every bite.
Akatsuki Augus wrote:
"I have no idea what you're talking about, you know."
The feeling is quite mutual, though I must say I have begun to find you increasingly tolerable, you have a penchant for witty impromptu remarks and are to be commended on it... what is the rate per hour you charge for the mockery of foes, I am willing to negotiate in thrones.
Lin Xueqing wrote:
((T1 MP? It's the first time I've heard of that... Sorry...-
Oh wait right let's cut back to what is happening IC, we've been doing OOC stuff for long, sorry! I'm open for interactions!))
Right then, Xueqing was having the cake that the general gifted her out of no reason. She was wondering, why would he give her this? And with this, she seemed careful with every bite.
Oh wait right let's cut back to what is happening IC, we've been doing OOC stuff for long, sorry!
I'm open for interactions!))Right then, Xueqing was having the cake that the general gifted her out of no reason. She was wondering, why would he give her this? And with this, she seemed careful with every bite.
He had felt remorseful for his actions relating to the ACCUSATION that he had wanted to saw off her head and use it on a mech.
Sipping her recaf as she listened to him recap her reality. It was a rough place. Gangs, the Underworld, and even vigilantes who fought on the law side but did their own thing. She could only nod at him as she remembered every detail of her earth. Tokyo, Japan. A city of lights and flying cars. Mechs that were used to combat creatures from the waters. She would tell him that, but it was best to keep it to herself for now. If he heard about it, he would want to try and go to her reality and fight off such degenerate scumbags.
She saw him shoot a glance her way, and she knew she said something wrong as she would be soon correct.
She took in the information on Harkoth and his people. "Sorry, Lord Harkoth," she said quickly as she kept listening to him as she held onto the gun given to her by him. She would come to respect Lord Harkoth as well. She started to already. At one point she was going to believe in Ergo, but decided against it. Then found out the Emperor was no difference to their God. It was confusing to her, but she could only nod her head to him. "Healing wounds?" she questioned quickly as she found out their people could heal or even resurrect the dead. It was a weird thought if she died and they brought her back from death. What would it feel like if they did that to her?
She stared back at him, her eyes warm spirited as she waited for him to speak again.
She stood proud hearing about inspiring civilians. Even little girls that were inspired to become soldiers of war. Or even Sisters of Battle. She would call them different names like Harbingers of the Emperor of Valkyries. Fitting names for a all female group. She didn't want to show weakness; only strength. She wanted the civilians see their resolve. It would give them hope and feel safe that the ones that fight for them will keep them safe.
She thought about what he told her as she remembered Hiroko Setsuko, one of the Lords of the Underworld. He would be perfect to join the war effort. But how would she get him here? She was far from home that if he came here somehow, he would want to believe in Ergo, but he would become more machine than man. And the thought of becoming Lord General sent chills up her spine as she thought about the title in her head. "Yes, I would love to one day be that. I do know a cyborg who goes by the name Hiroko Setsuko," she told him, her eyes staring in his.
She thought about never allow anyone mock her or her superiors. She would make them fear her and the superiors. Mutiny would be a quick death. No room for traitors amongst the ranks here. She quickly said, "You will never mock while I breathe." She kept listening to his words, her eyes glued on him. Tyranids? She has never heard such a creature. Or even Xeno cultists. But she wasn't from here so that made complete sense for her. "I will make sure they fear me and fear you," she said as she looked at her weapon with a grin on her face. She would make sure to hate them with all her might. She wanted to make them pay. "So these creatures? I will make sure I blow holes in them. They will fear me. Fear me and nothing else," she said as she pointed at the pistol. Then she took out the second pistol that was foreign to this reality. It was given to her by Hiroko.
She saw him shoot a glance her way, and she knew she said something wrong as she would be soon correct.
She took in the information on Harkoth and his people. "Sorry, Lord Harkoth," she said quickly as she kept listening to him as she held onto the gun given to her by him. She would come to respect Lord Harkoth as well. She started to already. At one point she was going to believe in Ergo, but decided against it. Then found out the Emperor was no difference to their God. It was confusing to her, but she could only nod her head to him. "Healing wounds?" she questioned quickly as she found out their people could heal or even resurrect the dead. It was a weird thought if she died and they brought her back from death. What would it feel like if they did that to her?
She stared back at him, her eyes warm spirited as she waited for him to speak again.
She stood proud hearing about inspiring civilians. Even little girls that were inspired to become soldiers of war. Or even Sisters of Battle. She would call them different names like Harbingers of the Emperor of Valkyries. Fitting names for a all female group. She didn't want to show weakness; only strength. She wanted the civilians see their resolve. It would give them hope and feel safe that the ones that fight for them will keep them safe.
She thought about what he told her as she remembered Hiroko Setsuko, one of the Lords of the Underworld. He would be perfect to join the war effort. But how would she get him here? She was far from home that if he came here somehow, he would want to believe in Ergo, but he would become more machine than man. And the thought of becoming Lord General sent chills up her spine as she thought about the title in her head. "Yes, I would love to one day be that. I do know a cyborg who goes by the name Hiroko Setsuko," she told him, her eyes staring in his.
She thought about never allow anyone mock her or her superiors. She would make them fear her and the superiors. Mutiny would be a quick death. No room for traitors amongst the ranks here. She quickly said, "You will never mock while I breathe." She kept listening to his words, her eyes glued on him. Tyranids? She has never heard such a creature. Or even Xeno cultists. But she wasn't from here so that made complete sense for her. "I will make sure they fear me and fear you," she said as she looked at her weapon with a grin on her face. She would make sure to hate them with all her might. She wanted to make them pay. "So these creatures? I will make sure I blow holes in them. They will fear me. Fear me and nothing else," she said as she pointed at the pistol. Then she took out the second pistol that was foreign to this reality. It was given to her by Hiroko.
The_Diva wrote:
Novellaro wrote:
Good thinking. I'm down for that. The others don't want to join outside after they read what happened as they are afraid they will be godmodded as well. Start a thread and lets go fam. We could start one here in fantasy? You know what, lets take this to discord.
Ok
Verity Carlo wrote:
"I think I've arrived at a bad time."
"Things have been pretty hectic, Verity. It's okay."
"Could be worse..."
"Yeah. I'm Verity. I hang out with the Wreckers. Mostly because they're the only ones who care about me."
"Could be far worse," she told them as she looked at the two with a smile.
Verity Carlo wrote:
"Yeah. I'm Verity. I hang out with the Wreckers. Mostly because they're the only ones who care about me."
"Mikazuki Augus. Unit Leader of Commando Unit of Tekkadan."
"Cool."
" Hrn... the hour grows late Arpatia, prior to deployment you will undergo the necessary combatives and training for your first mission, I've requisitioned specialists from the Catachan and Tanith regiments to ensure you will excel at the task. Some clandestine assets have also been recovered from our armory vaults that should enhance operational efficacy. As with everything it is necessary to exercise a strategic discretion in matters, your state now is a raw ore, heated by the forge of combat, you are malleable but also vulnerable... it is the precise casting, the skill with which you hone your talent that will determine whether you succeed or fail in battle. The matter of subterfuge is no simple task, were it not your inherent capacities, what you have inherited from your planet, it would take years to achieve a mastery of stealth... the right of judgement is afforded to very few amongst the Emperor's own... you have been afforded the laxity of thought for this purpose and this purpose alone... to exercise deliverance upon the foe.
" A mark of honor a scar may be, but ours is the Mordian doctrine, we do not go headlong into battle expecting victory, we march into the field to assure it, a soldier that comes back from the field with scars is heroic... but one that comes back from a war unscathed, effective, nigh indispensable... that is the pedestal you should hope to achieve, rigorous drilling, predicting the enemy, enthralling yourself with the appropriate maneuvers... you should greet battlefields with leisure, the Empire has several monastic reactionaries and bodies to throw away... do not be one of them... you... do understand what i'm trying to tell you, aren't you ?
Aleksandr paused, if only to exhale a slow languid wisp from the smoking pipe.
" You are marked for a greater purpose by the Emperor, why do you think he brought you here, why do you think it was all orchestrated as such ? reckon that there is a destiny to one's sacrifice, aspire to be the blade, the hammer. It is time you start thinking of being more than just a guardswoman... you passed my first trial, you exceeded it... but more await... I will not lie to you, this time, I am throwing you to the wolves... if I had not faith in your strength, I wouldn't have bothered. This will be a critical strategic win for our gains in Arpat, I could keep on throwing guards at their defense, or... I could introduce a single agent of destruction from within. I have taken the gamble on the latter, which is you... remember that when you report for training in the morrow... dismissed. "
Aleksandr waited as the guardswomans bootfalls carried her out of the hall, one final sermon resounded in that chamber, Aleksandr reciting an axiom of the Imperial Guard, referring perhaps to her earlier quandary regarding the tyranids and other foes
The meaning of victory is not to merely defeat your enemy but to destroy him, to completely eradicate him from living memory, to leave no remnant of his endeavours, to crush utterly his achievement and remove from all record his every trace of existence. From that defeat no enemy can ever recover. That is the meaning of victory.
" A mark of honor a scar may be, but ours is the Mordian doctrine, we do not go headlong into battle expecting victory, we march into the field to assure it, a soldier that comes back from the field with scars is heroic... but one that comes back from a war unscathed, effective, nigh indispensable... that is the pedestal you should hope to achieve, rigorous drilling, predicting the enemy, enthralling yourself with the appropriate maneuvers... you should greet battlefields with leisure, the Empire has several monastic reactionaries and bodies to throw away... do not be one of them... you... do understand what i'm trying to tell you, aren't you ?
Aleksandr paused, if only to exhale a slow languid wisp from the smoking pipe.
" You are marked for a greater purpose by the Emperor, why do you think he brought you here, why do you think it was all orchestrated as such ? reckon that there is a destiny to one's sacrifice, aspire to be the blade, the hammer. It is time you start thinking of being more than just a guardswoman... you passed my first trial, you exceeded it... but more await... I will not lie to you, this time, I am throwing you to the wolves... if I had not faith in your strength, I wouldn't have bothered. This will be a critical strategic win for our gains in Arpat, I could keep on throwing guards at their defense, or... I could introduce a single agent of destruction from within. I have taken the gamble on the latter, which is you... remember that when you report for training in the morrow... dismissed. "
Aleksandr waited as the guardswomans bootfalls carried her out of the hall, one final sermon resounded in that chamber, Aleksandr reciting an axiom of the Imperial Guard, referring perhaps to her earlier quandary regarding the tyranids and other foes
The meaning of victory is not to merely defeat your enemy but to destroy him, to completely eradicate him from living memory, to leave no remnant of his endeavours, to crush utterly his achievement and remove from all record his every trace of existence. From that defeat no enemy can ever recover. That is the meaning of victory.
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
" Hrn... the hour grows late Arpatia, prior to deployment you will undergo the necessary combatives and training for your first mission, I've requisitioned specialists from the Catachan and Tanith regiments to ensure you will excel at the task. Some clandestine assets have also been recovered from our armory vaults that should enhance operational efficacy. As with everything it is necessary to exercise a strategic discretion in matters, your state now is a raw ore, heated by the forge of combat, you are malleable but also vulnerable... it is the precise casting, the skill with which you hone your talent that will determine whether you succeed or fail in battle. The matter of subterfuge is no simple task, were it not your inherent capacities, what you have inherited from your planet, it would take years to achieve a mastery of stealth... the right of judgement is afforded to very few amongst the Emperor's own... you have been afforded the laxity of thought for this purpose and this purpose alone... to exercise deliverance upon the foe.
" A mark of honor a scar may be, but ours is the Mordian doctrine, we do not go headlong into battle expecting victory, we march into the field to assure it, a soldier that comes back from the field with scars is heroic... but one that comes back from a war unscathed, effective, nigh indispensable... that is the pedestal you should hope to achieve, rigorous drilling, predicting the enemy, enthralling yourself with the appropriate maneuvers... you should greet battlefields with leisure, the Empire has several monastic reactionaries and bodies to throw away... do not be one of them... you... do understand what i'm trying to tell you, aren't you ?
Aleksandr paused, if only to exhale a slow languid wisp from the smoking pipe.
" You are marked for a greater purpose by the Emperor, why do you think he brought you here, why do you think it was all orchestrated as such ? reckon that there is a destiny to one's sacrifice, aspire to be the blade, the hammer. It is time you start thinking of being more than just a guardswoman... you passed my first trial, you exceeded it... but more await... I will not lie to you, this time, I am throwing you to the wolves... if I had not faith in your strength, I wouldn't have bothered. This will be a critical strategic win for our gains in Arpat, I could keep on throwing guards at their defense, or... I could introduce a single agent of destruction from within. I have taken the gamble on the latter, which is you... remember that when you report for training in the morrow... dismissed. "
Aleksandr waited as the guardswomans bootfalls carried her out of the hall, one final sermon resounded in that chamber, Aleksandr reciting an axiom of the Imperial Guard, referring perhaps to her earlier quandary regarding the tyranids and other foes
The meaning of victory is not to merely defeat your enemy but to destroy him, to completely eradicate him from living memory, to leave no remnant of his endeavours, to crush utterly his achievement and remove from all record his every trace of existence. From that defeat no enemy can ever recover. That is the meaning of victory.
" A mark of honor a scar may be, but ours is the Mordian doctrine, we do not go headlong into battle expecting victory, we march into the field to assure it, a soldier that comes back from the field with scars is heroic... but one that comes back from a war unscathed, effective, nigh indispensable... that is the pedestal you should hope to achieve, rigorous drilling, predicting the enemy, enthralling yourself with the appropriate maneuvers... you should greet battlefields with leisure, the Empire has several monastic reactionaries and bodies to throw away... do not be one of them... you... do understand what i'm trying to tell you, aren't you ?
Aleksandr paused, if only to exhale a slow languid wisp from the smoking pipe.
" You are marked for a greater purpose by the Emperor, why do you think he brought you here, why do you think it was all orchestrated as such ? reckon that there is a destiny to one's sacrifice, aspire to be the blade, the hammer. It is time you start thinking of being more than just a guardswoman... you passed my first trial, you exceeded it... but more await... I will not lie to you, this time, I am throwing you to the wolves... if I had not faith in your strength, I wouldn't have bothered. This will be a critical strategic win for our gains in Arpat, I could keep on throwing guards at their defense, or... I could introduce a single agent of destruction from within. I have taken the gamble on the latter, which is you... remember that when you report for training in the morrow... dismissed. "
Aleksandr waited as the guardswomans bootfalls carried her out of the hall, one final sermon resounded in that chamber, Aleksandr reciting an axiom of the Imperial Guard, referring perhaps to her earlier quandary regarding the tyranids and other foes
The meaning of victory is not to merely defeat your enemy but to destroy him, to completely eradicate him from living memory, to leave no remnant of his endeavours, to crush utterly his achievement and remove from all record his every trace of existence. From that defeat no enemy can ever recover. That is the meaning of victory.
She looked at him and with a nod, she listened again to what he had to say.
"And to come back with scars is like a badge of honor. It shows that I not only did my share of killing, but I also fought valiantly. It is the way of the Imperium, my Lord General. And I fully understand," she said as she paused a few seconds to resume speaking. "And to not come back is a fools goal. I will always make you proud of me, Aleksandr, my Lord. The enemy will not see it coming. Even if I blast the hole successfully, I will give you extra. I will also blow holes in our enemy. None will be left alive. We are not taking prisoners of war. They die where they stand," she said with a grin on her face as she was showing him her brutal side.
She took a drag of a cigarette, the scar on her right cheek most evident from the last battle she was just in.
She stood up from the chair and saluted to him. "Yes, Sir. The Emperor had a reason to bring me here from my reality. He knew I was a lost soul that needed to be cared for by you and the rest. I am here at your disposal. I will not exactly be that. I will the instrument of you weapon for war. I will create chaos and mayhem in my wake. And yes, Sir. I will make sure to report for training exercise for tomorrow.
She got up from her seat and left the chamber, her boots echoing through the halls as she chanted the Emperor's name as well. She needed much sleep for what was to come. And it was going to be like a cake walk for her.
"Emperor of Mankind, please keep me safe. Emperor of Mankind give me the courage to destroy my enemies. Emperor of Mankind, give me strength to overpower them without fear. Ad Victoriam," she chanted under her breath as she went to her barracks to go to sleep.
Verity Carlo wrote:
"Cool."
"Verily, tis Verity!" He laughed
In appreciation, he brought both Ami and Aleksandr both a plate of his red wine potroast and each a mug of ale.
"I thank you both. Drael goes on vacation with his wife and daughter and suddenly everyone forgets how to comport themselves in my bar. LieutenantGreystorm, no fighting in my bar please"
"I thank you both. Drael goes on vacation with his wife and daughter and suddenly everyone forgets how to comport themselves in my bar. LieutenantGreystorm, no fighting in my bar please"
Wheeljack wrote:
"Verily, tis Verity!" He laughed
"Nice one, Wheeljack." Verity cracks a slight smile, the most she can manage at the moment.
By the foot of the fireplace, a house cat with charcoal gray fur slept happily. It was one of the many simple joys Casimir had in life. He had formed this habit in his younger years when he was a familiar. The heat kept the winter away. The scent of smoke tickled the feline’s pink nose and occasionally his ears would twitch from the rowdy commotion.
If there was anything the feline learnt in his life, people looked upon cats favourably. Often with undeserved kindness, or adoration because his paw pads were pink. He could assume this form and nap anywhere. At worst a random passerby would stroke his fur and be done with their day. All that was needed to warm a heart was a sweet meow.
If there was anything the feline learnt in his life, people looked upon cats favourably. Often with undeserved kindness, or adoration because his paw pads were pink. He could assume this form and nap anywhere. At worst a random passerby would stroke his fur and be done with their day. All that was needed to warm a heart was a sweet meow.
He wiped his hands off and sat in the bar letting out a sigh.
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