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overbox2016-03-02 11:04 pm
imetaspacemarineonce) wrote in overbox2016-03-02 11:04 pm
For the Emperor
-1-
[In the 40th millenium, there is only war. So the fighting prompt is the FIRST prompt instead of the last one.
The enemy artillery has moved on, finally, past the trench the remains of the 203rd Cadian were hiding in, only to be replaced by the quieter but still alarming rumble of the enemy ground forces incoming. As soon as she was reasonable confident they weren't about to be shelled into goo, though, Mira sprang out of the dirt and shouted.]
Don't sleep all day! Up and at them, lads, before they get bored and go home!
[The Imperial Guardsmen that still could sprouted up from the ruins of the trench and charged, lasguns sending cracks of deadly light across the battlefield and into the oncoming enemy force.
Are you charging along side her? Are you charging AT her? Either way, prepare for a whole lot of people to die horribly.]
-2-
[After a battle, in the mess hall of the 203rd Cadian regiment's transport ship. Losses were over 40%, but the Imperial Guard are still in high spirits, somehow. Mira raises a toast to the survivors.]
Here's to the best damn regiment this side of Terra itself! Ten million orks, traitor legions, and we sent 'em both packing with sweat and blood and lasguns! You do the impossible every damn day so that humanity is still around tomorrow to look death in the face and spit in its eye!
[A hearty cheer comes back.]
-3-
[In some hypothetical RP. Mira is looking at something utterly mundane, let's say a park, in confusion.]
Who designed this? The sight lines are all blocked off by those trees! A whole Leman Russ could hide in there and we wouldn't be able to get a clear shot at it until it was driving right down our throats.
[She dragged both hands down her face before looking over at you.]
I've always wanted peace, but now that I have it I find it to be a very strange thing indeed.
[In the 40th millenium, there is only war. So the fighting prompt is the FIRST prompt instead of the last one.
The enemy artillery has moved on, finally, past the trench the remains of the 203rd Cadian were hiding in, only to be replaced by the quieter but still alarming rumble of the enemy ground forces incoming. As soon as she was reasonable confident they weren't about to be shelled into goo, though, Mira sprang out of the dirt and shouted.]
Don't sleep all day! Up and at them, lads, before they get bored and go home!
[The Imperial Guardsmen that still could sprouted up from the ruins of the trench and charged, lasguns sending cracks of deadly light across the battlefield and into the oncoming enemy force.
Are you charging along side her? Are you charging AT her? Either way, prepare for a whole lot of people to die horribly.]
-2-
[After a battle, in the mess hall of the 203rd Cadian regiment's transport ship. Losses were over 40%, but the Imperial Guard are still in high spirits, somehow. Mira raises a toast to the survivors.]
Here's to the best damn regiment this side of Terra itself! Ten million orks, traitor legions, and we sent 'em both packing with sweat and blood and lasguns! You do the impossible every damn day so that humanity is still around tomorrow to look death in the face and spit in its eye!
[A hearty cheer comes back.]
-3-
[In some hypothetical RP. Mira is looking at something utterly mundane, let's say a park, in confusion.]
Who designed this? The sight lines are all blocked off by those trees! A whole Leman Russ could hide in there and we wouldn't be able to get a clear shot at it until it was driving right down our throats.
[She dragged both hands down her face before looking over at you.]
I've always wanted peace, but now that I have it I find it to be a very strange thing indeed.
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Morale was high, but the Sisters were paying the price for their heroic stand. Bolter fire from their little redoubt was slackening off, and when a squad of Seraphim took wing to plant melta-bombs on a pair of battlesuits, only three made it back to their lines intact. Many of them put more faith in the Emperor than in cover, and while their armor was fantastically tough, it was not Space Marine grade. Worse, if the battle continued much longer unabated, it would become a death trap for them, the suits of beautiful armor rendered inert and immobile when their power cells depleted.
So instead of rallying her sisters to charge after the Tau, Nelia charged the survivors with administering to their fallen sisters. She had to check for wounds on her walking Sisters as well, for many of them would remain stoic and silent rather than report injury. To lead Sororitas in battle successfully, one had to be mindful of their little quirks, like their inability to admit weakness. And as much as Nelia wanted to charge after the Tau...to do so with the wounds she herself had taken might be unwise. A mono-blade had slipped between her armor at the hip, and her little adventure with the flamer had not been without a few burns on her own flesh and armor.]