It's good to see the IR back together. There are faces I know, some I don't, but we are all brothers.
Who knows what this new world'll bring.
Salvo Adept, Battle Brother
This place is great, I can fight who I want, when I want and no matter what they do to me, I will get taken to a hospital if I get hurt. I can shoot things as much as I want! Great!
Ninth Beat, Battle Brother.
I am the Blaster, I have filled the role of Tank, Controller and Defender
Sometimes all at once.
Union EU player! Pip pip, tally ho, top hats and tea etc etc
Well this world sure has kept us busy! The first few villains we encountered werent too much of a threat. And after we had proven our worth and gained a few of these so called "Security levels" we ended up in a sort of country side that had some villains not too different from our old enemies the orcs.
After we had satisfied our bloodlust at the sight of these almost familiar foes, we retired to our base in which there was a trial that would appoint our new commander. And I won! Although the contest was closely matched bewtween all of our number.
I hope that I can live up to the expectations of our group. I also hope that our ranks will be a good enough match for the strange Troll lord known as Atta.
Solar Marine, Commander.
This world is a strange place, the delegation of tasks seems most ill thought out. My squad and I took on the criminal "Atta" yet possibly the most dangerous part of the expedition was reaching the vile scums layer.
Our numbers continue to grow, as does my excitement at seeing the brothers return to the fold. I begin to feel great hope that we will be able to sustain our postition, especailly now that the Librarians and Chaplains are returning to the fray. It is a wonder how much they contribute to the cause without wielding a weapon.
The Imperial Rifles march to war again, and the blood in my viens burns with pride and passion.
For the Emperor
Bal Matram
Commander, Imperial Rifles
Our numbers swell, seven of the brothers have returned to the group today alone, and it is fitting that the headquarters we are setting up in this dimension improve to house them. The Great Hall now bears pillars topped with the Emperors hand which supports us all, and at last we have the High Seats in place, including the seat of the Emperor, which only he should ever sit on should he descent from the Golden Throne.
I found time today to seek meditation in the newly constructed Chapel where I was filled with peace as I meditated on the Glory of the Emperor and felt secure that even in these far reaches of space his eye is upon us and his blessing with us.
What is more the men now have a place to rest their weary bodies after the ardours of a day in combat. The dorm may be spartan but the bunks are comfortable and the fire is warm.
It seems that our new weaponary gives rise to new tactics and mistakes, a fire arm that can both aid and hinder the individual depending on its usage. The ability to unleash great damage also comes with the ability to recieve it, so I urge all squads to work together carefully until we have achieved mastery over these weapons. Communication in battle is as important now as it ever has been, choosing ones target and elimiating it with precision seems to be harder with these Assault Rifles than with our previous weaponary, but I have absolute faith in the men that they shall adapt and display the skill that I know them to have.
For the Emperor
Bal Matram
Commander, Imperial Rifles
I am not yet at ease in this strange world. So much is different except for the foul stench of the corrupted. This planet is without respect for law. It's inhabitants seem to go about their business without a care with the knowledge that their heroes will come yet how many times have I found them without help, without hope. So close to death. Yes there are many heroes but they dont do enough. I walk the streets and look at these people going about their lives. It makes me miss my home. My only regret is that the Emperor isn't here with his protectors. With his wisdom we'd put an end to the curruption that fouls this world and it's people. I'm thankful that my brothers are here with me but there is still to few of us and though none show it, we all pain for our loses. But there will be an end to the curse of evil.
We will strike fear into the hearts of the villains. I thank the gods our Commanders have followed us. We will need them now more then ever.
By life or death.
There will be peace.
FOR THE EMPEROR!
Peace Harcos, Son of Craven Harcos of the Emperor's royal guards.
Battle Brother.
hmm this might be a different world but it is still over-run with those damn orcs. They call themselves trolls here but they are still the same filth.
I take great pleasure in rending them limb from limb.
Harman Russ
Battle Brother
I have taken the time to dissect one of these "Trolls", and can confirm that they do share many similarities with the Ork Filth with which we are familiar. However, they seem to be either a lesser subspecies or a de-evolved version of the same, which leads me to consider that we were more than dislocated in space, but perhaps in time, arriving before these creatures have evolved into the star spanning infection that we recognise as Orks.
This world and it's inhabitants are so strange in their behavior towards the Warp touched mutations which seem depressingly common. While I struggle with my own sinful mutation in the service of the Emperor, they seem to be worshipped by some, or ignored by others, rather than put to death by the majority for being abominations.
We shall bring the light of the Emperor to this place, and show them the true path of heroism. They shall accept the mercy of the Emperor and the justice of the Imperium, by force if nescesary.
Drey Rauss
Brother Librarian
His Blessed Imperial Rifles
Formerly @Crimson Archer, now @CA
The Militia - Protecting Paragon City through roleplaying since June 2006!
Well tonight was certainly enlightening. We heard the Mage FrostFire was at large again after some of our chapter show'd him the error of his ways. This time the firts group were mostly engaged and some other very well able bodied Brothers and I stepped up to the mark. There were few deaths and those only happened when the vermin were playing dirty and outflanking us 5 to 1. Well for the most partt that strategy didnt work and they fled before our mighty weapons!
Now i must rest my body. Something about this world has taken its toll on me and i feel decidedly cold. even more so than i was when i was on the ice worlds before. I shall ask one of the Chaplains or Librarians to take a look at it in the morning. in the mean time I... Must... Rest.
I hear many of my brothers say that this world is so different from ours. I can't say that I agree. My paycheck is still poor, the ladies are still beautiful and I can take down as much foes as I used to.
However, I did lose alot of equipment entering this world. Let's just hope I get most back before my superiors notice. Luckily, with a helping hand of DATA, I was able to rebuild my teleportation device. It isn't perfect, I can't teleport myself yet but atleast I can get (fallen) teammate's pretty much anywhere. Now to start on my cloacking Device.
Commander Solar mentioned that the ocrish creatures are a blalant ripoff from the ones we know. Again, I'm not to sure. I don't even fully understand how we got here, what stops our enemies from following us? I'd better watch my mouth tho, if I keep this up I'll be demoted in no-time.
First things first, I'm gonna concentrate on getting my hardware back, then I'll start figuring out what the hell the deal is between both worlds on my own.
Private Jake Rishter, Scout Imperial Rifles.
Another day of battle and I begin to understand why there is so much evil in this world. For the second time we have sent the Villain lord Frostfire to his knee's. The evil of this world must be kept alive. Why this is so I do not know but it is just another thing that we as The Imperial Rifles will have to correct.
During battle I fell many times. It appears that I have become so use to being teleported away from death that it has made my fighting skills suffer. Of course I also fell saving one of my brothers. It is one of the key attitudes that seperate us from the rest of them. I will dye if my brother may live. My life for my brothers. For the Emperor.
Hmmmm....For the Emperor... such simple words with such great meaning. For the Emperor. To bring honor to his mighty name. To lay our lifes down for his greater glory. Such values that few follow. Maybe I am just an old loyalist but it still fills me with great pride knowing I serve my Emperor and my brothers well.
My skills are improving fast. I now have a Sniper rifle to include in my arsenal. This I plan to master very soon. I have also found that I enjoy helping the new additions with their early assignments. To guide them if they so require it. Not that any who join the Imperial rifles need guidence. We are the best of the best. I look forward to such times when we can all sit and talk to each other. To relax and joke of memories past. Such times seem more like a dream then a reality. Maybe someday those times will come.
The hour draws late and my thoughts draw on my old home. A family lost in time. I life gone forever. Maybe these thing happen for a reason. Who can say. Now I have time to reflect I look back on what I have writen and see that the main focus is on my duty to my Emperor. It is my hope that if ever these pages fall into the hands of another, they will see just how important our duty is.
On another note I must include how pleased I am with our new base of operation. It's so close to the original that I sometimes find myself sitting at the altar just looking at it.
Well, it is late now. I will leave it there.
Peace Harcos, Son of Craven Harcos of The Emperor's royal guards.
Battle Brother.
How I survived I do not know. All I know is that the Emperor's Grace saved me from death, or worse. It's true, my brothers and I are lost in a deviant world full of pomp and idiocy. But under the leadership of Commander Matram, we will purge and cleanse this world and bring order where Chaos resides.
It's late. The streets are filled with alien sights and sounds. I shut out such distractions and pray. Soon I hear nothing.
Nothing but my own whispered voice. And the Litanies of Vengeance.
Today I decided to ignore my days duties and examine these earth Heroes at work. To my amusement I was invited to help a group of them on a mission. It's given me a valuable look at their skills and weaknesses. They are very brave but lack field experience. They have probably never faught in a war and their poor battle skills soon put me as their protector. Too many times I had to fight by my self as they fled in Terror. At one point we were fighting Orcs and I had to call on Brother Russ for assistance. I spent most of the time trying to convince him to stay as his patience was wearing thin. It seems my old friend would make a strict teacher. We tried to help them succeed in their mission but they would not listen to our words and then tried to fight as we Rifles fight. I hate to admit it but these heroes would never have passed the test to join us. Infact the only reason I remained was we shared a common foe. I prey my Commanders do not punish me for this but it gave me valuable information about these outlanders.
On another note I've almost managed to fix my gravity boots. I've heard that there is a human scientist who can help me fix the final part once I've earned Security level 14. At last I'll have flight again. I'm getting too old for cross country running 
I think I'll return to my duties now.
Peace Harcos, Son of Craven Harcos of the Emperors royal Guards.
Battle Brother
It's after noon and I'm finding it difficult to go on alone. Each day brings news of another missing Rifle which has made me realise I might be the only one left. There seems to be something manipulating the minds of my brothers making them lose the will to serve the Emperor. I've tried to rally them. To find grand villains for us to bring to justice but I wonder if all my efforts are in vain. Since the dissapearance of Commander Bal, my brothers have not been attending their duties. I suspect foul play. It also grieves me to say that commander Solar has not been around either. I've taken it apon myself to try and keep us together for as long as I can. Commander Bal and even the Emperor will return to us one day and their Rifles will be there to greet them.
The time alone has also given me time to finally fix my gravity boots. I've been spending many evenings flying the night skies. It calms me. I've kept up the duties such as cleaning our base. Today I managed to stop 2 more incarnations of the Frostfire Boss. Hopefully this will slow down their efforts.
Now I will go back to my duties.
For the Emperor.
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The men did me proud today, the villains of this dimension are no less tough than the villains of ours, if somewhat less ugly. We found ourselves pitted against some strange magi called Frostfire. The mission was brutal, many of the squad enduring numerous wounds that would have been fatal if not for the system they have here of retrieving those on the brink. A wonderful system that eases my pain, I know that I will never again loose a man to the long walk and the halls of the heroes.
The City representatives have been most gracious to us, generously giving us money with which to purchase a plot of land to call our own and the labourers to make it happen. It is fitting in a dimension so alien to our own that we have a place so like the home that none of us shall see again. In time it may even he a rival to the Great Hall itself, but I fear that is a long way off.
To boost the morale of the men a second commander was appointed, Solar won the trial which earned him the title of Commander alongside me, I am sure that the young marine has the qualities needed to grow fully into his rank.
Many of the men have now found there way back to the company, which is encouraging, I still hold out hope that the others will join us soon if they are alive, every whisper of one our own possibly returning brings hope to my soul.
But now the call of duty beckons again and I have been asked to locate the lair of a green skin named Atta, once his location is discovered I shall lead a team to strike him down and eliminate his forces.
Bal Matram
Commander, The Imperial Rifles