TheSoviet

Lord Diov: 16
Khellendrosiic: 19
Hallucinogen: 17
Essex: 20
Prodiguy: 17
The Soviet: 19
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 17
Arashi: 17
Halo Inc: 14
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 17
Cowman: 12
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 5
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 18

Arashi gets a heal 'cause of general awesomeness. Seikon takes a hit because I'm a gangbanger!

Lord Diov: 16
Khellendrosiic: 20
Hallucinogen: 17
Essex: 20
Prodiguy: 16
The Soviet: 18
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 20
Burning Brawler: 16
Arashi: 15
Halo Inc: 15
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: 12
Moiread Scott: 14
Seikon: 10
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 18

Random hit on Scott. Healed Khell so he'd best bloody heal me.

Lord Diov: 16
Khellendrosiic: 19
Hallucinogen: 17
Essex: 19
Prodiguy: 16
The Soviet: 18
Lazarus: 13
Devious Me: 19
Burning Brawler: 16
Arashi: 15
Halo Inc: 15
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: 13
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 11
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 18

Friends, Romans, Devious, lend me your armories...

*Chk-CHK* You've been voted off the island.

*BANG*

"DEY CAN'T STOP US, BOYZ!" Rokkitfall roared, gunning his engine and shooting a rocket directly into the chest of one of the Lord Destroyers, obliterating it. "US'S ORKSES, AN US' DA BESTEST!! WAAAAGHHH!!!"

The cry of WAAAGH! rallied and inspired the Orks, and as Grimjaw came flying out of the sky, only to land on and annihilate a Flayed One, the Ork Boyz swarmed around the metallic killers, tearing them to pieces with Choppa swipe after Choppa swipe.

Rokkitfall noted the Monoliths, and yelled to his Trakkboyz. "YOU LOUSY LOT! SHOOT SUMMA DEM BOMBS AT IT!"

The Trakboyz whooped and hollered and gunned it, their Bomb Chuckas working overtime, raining destruction down upon the Monoliths. They couldn't tell what all they were doing through the smoke, but just before a green blast hit several of them, they confirmed that they had cracked one of the Monolith's main gauss cannon crystals.

If it tried to fire, it'd blow to pieces.

"WAAAAGH!!" The lead Biker, a reggalar tuff ol' ork named Grimjaw, was the first to meet the Necron menace.

He handled this in typical Ork Biker fashion.

By holding his finger on the trigger and never letting go.

The early line of Orks was proving too great for the Immortals, who were too slow to dodge the quick moving Ork vehicles, which simply ran them over in wave after wave of roaring engines and grinding steel. Certainly, hits were made, but Rokkitfall was confident that the Boyz in the Trukkz would more than make up for it.

They did.

At least three hundred Mob Boyz came swarming from the transports, their fingers on the trigger.

Rokkitfall laughed and laughed, until he found himself right next to an Immortal. The Necron raised its gun, but it was too late. Using his power-tool arm, Rokkit pierced the Necron, lifted it high into the air, and fired one of his Kustom Burna Rokkitz at it, point blank. The explosive blast swarmed across the Necrodermis skin of the beast, melting it away. Rokkit roared a valiant "WAAAAGH!!!!" And gunned his Trakk, accelerating right up to meet with Grimjaw at the front lines...

Lord Diov: 14
Khellendrosiic: 19
Hallucinogen: 17
Essex: 18
Prodiguy: 16
The Soviet: 18
Lazarus: 14
Devious Me: 18
Burning Brawler: 16
Arashi: 15
Halo Inc: 15
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: 13
Pheonyx: 15
Mithral Zeta: 16
Cowman: 13
Moiread Scott: 15
Seikon: 13
Coldfire Kaiser: 1
Army of Grey: 15
Ozell One: 18

You scratch my back, I'll shoot your archnemesis in the head. Cow takes a hit to the random attack of doom.

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 17

Hallucinogen: 17

Essex: 17

Prodiguy: 16

The Soviet: 17

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 18

Burning Brawler: 16

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 16

Leo Gunner: 13

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 16

Cowman: 14

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 13

Coldfire Kaiser: 4

Army of Grey: 15

Ozell One: 16

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"ALRIGH' BOYZ!" Rokkitfall roared to his assembly of Mekboyz, at least two hundred strong.

"YOU ALL KNOWS GOOD AN' WELL WOT YA DO IN A RAID, SO LEMME SEE DEM SKILLZ AN TACTIKZ OUT 'ERE!!"

"WE'S TAKIN' DA FOIGHT TER DEM NECRON BOYZ, AN THEY AIN'T GONNA KNOW WHAT 'IT 'EM."

There were various roars of WAAAGH!

Rokkitfall took a moment to look at his force: Battlewagons, Bikez, An' even some tanks! On top of all that, Rokkitfall had several Trukkfullz of Boyz led by one of Bludmaw's biggest Nobz, Nob Blakklaw.

Dis 'ere was gon' be fun.

"'ERE WE GO! 'ERE WE GO! 'ERE WE GO!!!!" The Big Mek yelled at the top of his lungs.

And there was a roar of two hundred engines.

And the squealing of six hundred tires. (Bikez an' all dat.)

And they shot off towards where they sure hoped the Necron fortress was.

((Yes, all of the leader's names rhyme.))

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 17

Hallucinogen: 17

Essex: 17

Prodiguy: 16

The Soviet: 16

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 16

Burning Brawler: 16

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 14

Billy Boy: 16

Leo Gunner: 13

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 16

Cowman: 14

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 13

Coldfire Kaiser: 8

Army of Grey: 15

Ozell One: 16

I got your back, BB! Halo takes the random hit o' scrolling doom.

"WAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!!!!" The Stormboy Nob roared.

To noone.

"Eh, I'll go get more boyz!" He said to himself, and flew back to the base, oblivious to the wall of flowstone behind him.

---

"Eheheh!" Bludmaw grinned at the incoming mountain.

"FIRE DA THRUSTAZ, BOYZ!" He roared.

The Rok shook.

The Rok rumbled.

The Rok's backside exploded in a giant blazing stream of flame that flew hundreds of yards into the air.

The planet literally moved several hundred yards.

When the smoke cleared, the mountain was completely gone, blown into space.

The Orks resumed their activities without a second thought.

"Wots dat out dere, eh?" The Rokkit Ranja Stormboy passed his 'binokularz' over to his squad's Nob.

"Dat dere's onna dem Necron Deadboyz!" The Nob exclaimed. "You, report dis 'ere findin' ta Bludmaw! You an' you an' you an' you, foller me!!"

With a roared "WAAAAA-HOOOO!!" The elite Orkish 'Rokkit Ranja' Stormboyz shot towards the Destroyer at blinding speed. As soon as they closed, the Nob hurled a Stikkbomb at the Necron, which exploded violently all over it's skimmer engines, slowing it drastically. The other Orks descended upon it, slashing, swearing, and shooting at point blank, tearing its armor to pieces.

CURSES!

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 17

Hallucinogen: 16

Essex: 15

Prodiguy: 15

Soviet Troll: 15

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 15

Burning Brawler: 15

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 15

Leo Gunner: 14

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 15

Cowman: 14

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 15

Coldfire Kaiser: 14

Army of Grey: 14

Ozell One: 16

Khorne: 667 omg? (Doesn't count)

Khell earned that one for being Necrons. Essex lost that one because I'm an evil tard who'd probably be better off in some Siberian prison camp.

Curtis took a couple of steps back. "Holy smokes, what th' 'ell 'r yew?!"

Reikoff didn't have that privelege as his sniping position was blown to pieces out from under him. The Commander, however, wasn't about to die today.

Like something out of a high-budget action flick, Reikoff got a good footing on a large chunk of falling debris and rode it down the side of the building, firing a hail of bullets as he fell.

((....))

(('ERE WE GO!!!))

"Eh? Why's you messin' wid them gubbinz?!" Big Mek Rokkitfall growled at his Grot Mek 'Elper.

"Ehhh, sorry boss! Me wuz jus' finkun, dat--"

Rokkitfall backhanded the goblin.

"Yew ain't 'ere ta do no finkin' You's 'ere ta oil this 'ere Wartrakk, now GIT TO ET!"

"Y-yehh!! Okay!!" The Gobbo whimpered and got back to work.

---

"Boss! Boss! I found all me stabby bitz!" Mad Dok Haksaw grinned and cackled manically until the wind was knocked out of him with a sock to the gut.

A sock to the gut from a power claw at least twice the size of his midsection.

"Das great fer you, Haksaw, now shaddap an' lemme fink!!" Warboss Bludmaw growled at his lieutenant.

He surveyed the area in front of him.

There lay his massive Rok, having just smashed into this freaky world after a successful campaign with Gorgutz' Waaagh! on Kronus. Boyz and Mekz poured from the structure as his Fighta-Bommaz dropped off piles of supplies to make himself a right proper Orky warfortress.

Warboss Bludmaw was the biggest Ork ever born in Da Blud Boyz Gang, and he was an Ork born in battle. This here world would be a nice prize fer his Waaagh!! And he planned to take it in his usual way:

Get shooty first, ask questions never!!

Warboss Bludmaw fired a long burst from his Sooper Kustom Shoota, which had not two, not three, but FOUR barrels, skyward. It was responded to by varying orky yells of WAAAAGHH!!! and 'ERE WE GO!!! Along with a cacaphony of Shootas, Sluggaz, and Rokkitz firing into the sky.

This 'ere place was his.

((I HEREBY AWARD KHELL ONE AWESOME POINT FOR PROVIDING ONE HALF OF THE AWESOME WARHAMAR DUO THAT IS US.))

Lemme see...

Grammar - Check.
Proper mental function - Check.
Rightfully fears The Soviet - Check.

I suggest you contact the various thread GMs to find a way to get in on one of the threads. As far as what to write, well, just flow with the story. It depends on your style. While a post from, say, Essex, may have a lot of heart and more than a little drama, a post from say, me, will have people getting shot at and et-cetera.

And a post from Devious will have enough evil thinking in it to make you really wonder if he could kill you with the press of a button. But I digress.

So yeah. Contact thread leaders, don't godmode, and for the love of pete, have fun!

Lord Diov: 15

Khellendrosiic: 16

Hallucinogen: 15

Essex: 15

Prodiguy: 15

Soviet Troll: 15

Lazarus: 15

Devious Me: 15

Burning Brawler: 15

Arashi: 15

Halo Inc: 15

Billy Boy: 15

Leo Gunner: 15

Pheonyx: 15

Mithral Zeta: 15

Cowman: 15

Moiread Scott: 15

Seikon: 15

Coldfire Kaiser: 14

Army of Grey: 14

Ozell One: 16

Lord and Master Khorne, Lord of War, Destruction, and the Greater Warp Depths: 666

Rararar!!

((Err...Diov...hate to burst your sequence here, but Rulaag is nearly completely immune to hallucinogens >_&lt)

Rulaag moved one arm a bit to catch the attention of the Ballista.

A gust of wind shot the card from Poe's hands, right to the Longbow.

"Look closer." The Alien commanded.

Poe got a glimpse of the smirk on Rulaag's face as the Longbow stared down the card.

((Eh, once you've blasted your way through what, three alternate dimensions? You don't really worry about such things anymore.))

"Get off of me, you fools." Rulaag snapped at the Ballista, "He was making an aggresive action. I was merely incapacitating him!"

The Alien growled and cursed in Osh'Kan and searched his armor for his Hero I.D.

---

Cobalt was gone. Curtis mentally reminded himself to have a kill tag set on a certain Gunslinger, but that didn't really matter right now.

What mattered was that the targets were active again.

"Cowboy," Reikoff hissed nearly silently, "Get out there and cause a distraction. When they aren't watching for me, I'll pop one in the head. Copy?"

"Yee-ha. Ah reckon this 'eres what ah'm good at." The Gunslinger grinned back.

And suddenly, there was a teleport flash right next to Kip.

"Howdy!" Curtis exclaimed, then proceeding to empty his clip at point-blank towards the man.

That was Reikoff's distraction. In that split second, he only prayed all attention would be turned to Curtis' sudden attack, because the next shot he squeezed off was going right for Allen's head...

Reikoff soundlessly smirked as he took careful aim with the Sniper Rifle once more at the door. He was careful to keep the glint of the sun off of his scope, and this time he fitted a silencer. Remaining in cover, he relied on Curtis to make sure that he wasn't found.

He couldn't do anything until Cobalt was gone...

"Uh oh." Rulaag stopped Ozell before he could say anything.

"Freeze, Poe!" He roared, slinging a gust of wind at the arsonist, hoping to blow away his bottles. Just to follow up on that, he charged his eyes to fire a blast of radiation, if needed.

---

Reikoff and Curtis were supremely silent as Cobalt walked across the rooftop. They weighed their options mentally:

A metahuman dead, or the element of subtle suprise kept?

For once in his life, Reikoff decided on the latter. But, just in case, both soldiers remained ready in case he stumbled across one of them...

Besides, from what Reikoff could see, they were just nine mils, not even AP grade. Curtis' .357s could send him to the ground, and Reikoff was pretty confident that his military-grade body armor could stop those kind of bullets...

"What a strange man." Rulaag shrugged widely.

"So tell me Ozell, just what DOES bring you here, hmm?"

---

"Awh, yeh, fer you? Anyting." The goon grinned.

"Vinny! Git dis here girly ta Marcus, an if she gits a scratch on 'er, just remindin' ya dat 'e ain't bout ta stop himself from makin' ya 'ead pop! Bahahahah!"

All of the thugs but Vinny laughed. The Button Man sighed and shouldered his Shotgun.

"Follow me, kiddo."

The Family goon led Essex through the safest (If it could be called that) route through Port Oakes, until they reached Emil Marcone's tower. After a hellishly long elevator ride that reeked of spent cigars, they wound up in a beautiful red office with a view overlooking the greater city. A cloud of smoke drifted lazily around the chair at the end of the room, which swiveled around to reveal a man in a very, very nice suit smoking a very, very nice cigar.

"Ess'x!" Marcus exclaimed, "'Appy V-Day!"

"Possibly." Came Rulaag's cryptic answer, having already produced his own can of gas.

"You will find this to be far better suited for your purposes."

---

The Underboss glanced over to Essex. A bit startled, he pushed the payment-skipping man with cinderblocks on his feet into the river a bit earlier than he'd meant to. Shrugging that little misstep off, the Family Boss grinned and waved at Essex.

Evidently, Family ties were strong.

"'Ealbot!" One of the toughs grinned a big, yellow-toothed grin. "Whad brings yas ta dis stinkhole, eh? You lookin' fer Marcus?"

---

"[censored] metahumans." Reikoff growled. Grabbing his radio right as he heard the flash of a teleport, his combat instincts instantly kicked in.

"Curtis, don't ask, drop your date, teleport to my location now." He hissed into his radio, rolling behind a vent on the roof for cover. Lowering his goggles and turning on Thermal vision, the TacCom produced an AR-15 Assault Shotgun and glanced about for the teleporter.

Not half a second later, Curtis appeared, a glossy red imprint of a woman's lipsticky kiss just visible over his Gunslinger's cowl. The 'slinger already had his .357s out and ready, and he wasted no time in finding cover, either.

Whatever idiot that was about to attack them was going to get a BIG suprise.