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Star Wars: Blue team
(Im bumping this for great justice.)

Cerinia's Destruction
Realisticly, only a few things counld cause an entire Planet to go Kablooy
Either is was an Asterioid the size of Mars
The sun Asploaded.
Someone clever enough to systematically Destroy the planet core and get rid of the atmosphere so they all COOK AND BURN TO A CINDER MUHAHAHAH
my apologies.

Cerinia's Destruction
perhaps with a planet full of Psykicks, every one pants ccrappingly insain over the SHEER amount of indeciency and lack of privacy. Oh and their heads exploded.

Cerinia's Destruction
More likely every on at the same time was scorned by a loved one, so they all went to becoming overly emotional Bounty hunters, leaving the planet, thus scorning the planet, thus the planet goes and becomes a bounty hunter and just leaves.

[ti]BT[/ti]Bovinus Orichalchae
As the title states, this roleplay is not about violence, epic Sapce battles, or drinking ones self into a stupor in some backwater establishment. This is about manuevering the political backround of an entire planet wide government. The main charecter is an Inquisitor, a reckless lawman dedicated to wiping out Heresy. You are all her retinue, an odd gaggle of a diffrent group of people that the Inquisator has recruited to aid His or Her cause.

Combat will be rare, this will mostly be deductive reasoning and political backstabbery.

Any and all charecters are accepted, even those not normally found in Warhammer 40k. You have to chose a class form the ones below though.


Adept - A career path devoted to knowledge, logic, and analysis, though they are not very effective in combat and not always good in social interaction.
Arbitrator - Members of the Adeptus Arbites, the elite Imperial Law upholding organisation, are effective both in investigative skills and combat.
Assassin - These skilled killers excel in both combat and stealth skills
Cleric - Clergy of the Ecclesiarchy train in a wide range of abilities, but excel at motivation and leadership
Guardsman - Although the name of this class usually brings to mind members of the Imperial Guard, it also applies to mercenaries and other soldiers; they are skilled warriors who can also operate vehicles
Imperial Psyker - This class represents an individual with psychic powers, able to channel the warp to accomplish a wide variety of things.
Scum - Criminals, outcasts, thieves, and other miscreants, this class has a variety of useful skills involving stealth, infiltration and social interaction with less-honest members of Imperial society.
Tech-Priest - Skilled with machines and technology, they are members of the Cult Mechanicus.

The main Families in the governmental circle are.
Jager Family:The more militant side of any government personified.
Manjenson Family: Big business types, mostly out for themselves and the money big business entails.
Craymer: The traditionalists of the bunch, they are staunch against any kind of change.
Del'marsh'al: The imperial/ Tau alliance, seeing to add the world to the Burgening Tau empire.
Tsuvaki: A main source of Power for the Adeptus Mechanicus on this world.

All are welcome.

Cerinia's Destruction
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/thread

HELLHOUND: The Marauder War
You know my charecters well enough and my ship well enough.

The DeMeA has had enough of this dimention. For years they have travleed through this universe, watching as powers ,who weren't ready for the tech they aquired, began destroying their dimentional plane. Arguments were made, daemons were consulted. In the end, only one desision was agreed on. The Tyranids would be let loose, the Norn queen released. , To spare the multiverse the pain of such wonton destruction and war. kill a trillion to save countless trillions.
The Hive fleets will go to war.


Outside the Bar of Galaxies
The Chior sung their unholy song, weaving energy into the universe. The Antiwarp devices conserned them not, for mear technology couldnt hope to dispell their craft. With a cry raising in magnitude, the Crescendo was reached and Pure power rushed into the universe, ripping a hole for the Massive ship they dwelled on.

Romulus Lay ahead.

Outside the Bar of Galaxies
"We have no part in this" He said, looking both smug and angry. "if You wronged these Kazons, then let them destroy you for your misdeeds. The gods know you were all to well to let us all, even innocents, die for the deaths of 6" The DeMeA's Weapons powered down, The massive ship slowly turning away, Distancing herself from the fleet.

"you think yourselves immune from the consequences of death?" Balsa asked, the irony not lost, and infact embraced. "We may go around starting wars, but by god we dont expect peopel to not attack us."

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Drones flew an escort pattern for their hive ship, the largest taking up multiple positions to protect their ward.
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"now please, excuse us, we have a planet to consume for dooming this universe to eternal war." Jay said, already contacting the Aeternal Choir."

[ti]BT[/ti]Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness
*after a brutal tounge lashing on the frailty of humanity, an imperial guardsman says this*

"You would laugh monster, but let me remind you.
Within this weak sack of meat and bone, uncared for by his god and wept for by none, beats a heart. A human heart, that carries with it the strength and courage of all mankind. within that sack of meat is ensconsed the hope, teh will, and the fury of every man woman and child from everty corner of the Imperium. Within that wask sack of meat, festooned in thin armor and weapons powerfull in numbers, beats the heart of a Man. And for ten thousand years, the hearts of man have beaten, strongly, in defiance of your so called "powers". For ten thousand years, the hearts of men have stood united against a glaaxy that despises them for no reason save that they had the audacity not to lay down and die. For ten thousand years, your black crusades have been pushed back, beaten down, and made mockery of, by weak sacks of flesh with cheap weapons and Disposable equipment.
For that weak sack of flesh that you so gleefully mock is no supersoldier, no immortal warrior, no creature cursed by Chaos like you.

He is a man.
A man drawn from some forgotten corner of the imperium to fight for his species and for the safety of the people he loves. he is a factory worker, a farmer, a storekeeper, a father, a brother, a son, a mear man. And against creatures liek you, teeming and numberless, powered by the very wills of thirsting gods... he holds the line.
He ahs held the line for ten thousand years.
So, whats your excuse, Monster?"

This is indicative of my willingness to stay true to my species. These measly paragraphs, taken from \Tg\ on 4Chan, Reveal the hopes, strengths, and power of the Human mind. From a silly boardgame, we find Psycological comments on Humanity.

And how We rock.

Outside the Bar of Galaxies
Something...Evil...This...Way... comes...
Plagerizer.
"Enough babble, what comes this way?"
Ships... 400...agressive...
War.
"Jay, the Hive's detect something coming this way, an armada of some sorts." She yelled through the radio, still being outside and all.
"We know, the RT wont stop shoutign about it. Alos, What ever The Nidhogg did, Kyle is apparently good again."
Balsa laughed. "all according to plan right?"

He only laughed.
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The Turrets that had layed Domant before begun to awaken, spining and aiming in the direction of the approachign ships. The Largest drones were aremd and sent out, Roaving around the DeMeA like Horseflys on a corpse.

Cerinia's Destruction
I blame Godzooki.

Outside the Bar of Galaxies
"NOONE IN PARTICLAR IM AFRAID" he said, sipping form his Fine oversized China. "FROM WHAT I HAVE SEEN, MY HALF CHILDREN WOULD GET THEMSELVES INTO TROUBLE QUITE OFTEN. THE PLANETS THEY WERE ON WOULD BE SICK OF THEM FROM THEIR WANTON DISTRUCTION." The great Death Wyrm sighed, his eyes betraying sadness. "IT IS DISHEARTENING TO WATCH MY HALF CHILDREN GET KILLED, MORE UNFORTUNANT FOR THE FACT THAT IT IS ALL AVOIDABLE." He shook his head. "I HAVE MANY CHILDREN, ALL OF THEM HOSTILE TO EVERYONE ELSE, AND THEY GET SLAUGHTERED IN THE THOUSANDS. I DREAD TO SAY THAT I AM ACCLIMATED TO THEIR DEMISE."

Outside the Bar of Galaxies
"i CALL YOU MORTAL FOR I SHALL LIVE UNTIL THE END OF TIME AND EXISTANCE. YOU MAY CHOSE YOUR DEATH, BUT I ALAS CANNOT." He sipped from his fine china again. "BUT ENOUGH OF THAT, I HAVE HAD A PROFESSIONAL RELATION SHIP WITH BALSA BEFORE. I HAVE HAD HER SENT ON ALMOST TWO THOUSAND RETRIEVAL MISSIONS, AND MORE THANA GOOD DOZEN GENOCIDAL ONES. OF ALL OF THOSE, NOT A SINGLE ONE WAS DIRECTED TOWARDS ANY SPECIES OF MY CHILDREN OR PEOPEL LIKE YOU, MY HALF CHILDREN." Raising his DAemonic claw, he swore "ON MY HONOR AS BEING A MALEVOLENT DOUCHE, BALSA NEVER INTENTIONALLY HUNTED NOR KILLED ANY OF YOUR SPECIES, INFACT WITH ALL HER DABBLINGS WITH DEATH SHE MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE SAVED SOME"

Outside the Bar of Galaxies
"YES MORTAL I DID" He said, having Managed to enter the Atmosphere through the application of Reality Raping Physics. "I HAVE BEEN OBSERVING THIS REALM OF EXISTANCE AND I CANT HELP BUT NOTICE THE SHEER AMOUNT OF RAGE THAT HAD BEEN EMINATING OFF OF YOU LIKE STINKRADDISH" The Great Wyrm did reach down, and with the utmost of gestures, did summon a saucer of some sort of Organic Tea, sipping the massive conatiner as if this occurance were an everyday encounter.

"AFTER CONSULTING WITH ONE SIDE OF THE ISSUE, I AM ASKING YOU NOW. IN YOUR OWN WORDS, WHAT WENT ON THAT CAUSED YOU TO BEGIN TO EMINATE SUCH ANGRY EMOTIONS?"

Outside the Bar of Galaxies
A prerecorded message was broadcasted, a sheepish looking Gracia reading Cards writtan in either Blood or Sharpie marker.
"Uhm...MR. kyle, My totally awesom mother and all around great person... Balsa... would like you to Meat?(momma you cant spell) a thrid? party who has been observing the local Yewniverse?(momma your going back to school when we get to auntie's house) ANd he would liek to talk to you. Come to this planet." The planet was displayed proudly with scribbles on it reading " Come here PLZ"
""So he can meet you and have a chat."

She looked sheepish before the transmission cut, the final image being "DO IT NAU" Witha picture of a long dead austrian man.

Outside the Bar of Galaxies
As The DeMeA SAiled through the Rift, Balsa stood litterally on the ship, A space suit covering most of her features. Clasped in ehr hand was her Glaive, already extended.

"Balsa, begin." She shut down her catalyptic node, The mear summoning of the Beast a surefire way to drive all on board the DeMeA mad.

With exagerrated movements, each preplanned, She begun to dance. Eevn though sapce has no molecules to send sound, one coudl still hear teh straining of reality, The sheer pant crapping insainity of the situation not playing well for the universe. Metal sheered as a line was carved intot he DeMeA's Hull, then another, then another. The symbol begun to take shape, And Balsa still moved in fluidity not possable on a mortal frame.

With a final Cleft, The Carvings in the metal glowing with red empyrial light, She struck one last time, the Glaive leaving a sratch in reality. A Brown coloured paw, Nails made of night itself Grasped the rift, Tearing it as one woulda peice fo paper. The seond claw ripped through Reality, The portal opening more and more. Corpses of the unfaithfull flew through space as The Mighty Nidhoggr, Chewer of Yggdrasil and Herald of Ragnerok himself, Was brought into mortal space.

"WHO DARES SUMMON THE MIGHTY WYRM...!... oh its you." The Dragon cared not for measly Mortal Physics, Speaking directly to the Summoner of he.
"did someone kidnap your daughter again?" he asked, Lazily floating int he depths of space.

"Nay, i need you to convince someone i am innocent of a crime, or something.

It was several seconds before the Nidhoggr could speak. "What" He asked, clearly having mistaken or missed some of her words.

"Unfortuantly i do not jest, my new boss wants you to talk to some shap shifting thin and tell him somethign or other."

She shrugged, The nidhoggr doing so along with her, having been summoned for stranger thigns by the Red ehaded Armagistra.

"very well, point me to him"

Outside the Bar of Galaxies
(ugh fine, you begin. Lets assume he squeeled like a piggie and kyle stole the stuff.)

Outside the Bar of Galaxies
(i was hoping for somethign that wasnt an info dump, but might as well roll with this. also, let me explain the orks and Necrons next time im more familiar with them.)

The screen that showed the DeMeA's bridge was filled with the visages of two. Balsa, who currently had the biggest Shiite eating grin this side of the Local cluster, and Jay, who was currently organizing several Mechadirtes in some sort of ritualistic group facepalm.

it was, surprisingly, Balsa who answered first, her face covered with tears of exaserbant mirth. "oh my..." she bowled over, her sides clutched and her belly engaged with expelling a massive amount of air at a time.
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The Ambassadors form the DeMeA were lead into the room, covered in cloaks of fine material. One of them sat down, the other two remained seated.
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Balsa finally answered in coherent language, her mirth contained. "What do you take us for? Idiots?" Witha nod at Jay, he setn plenty of images, Each more gruesome than the last. Necrons flaying their victoms, kidnappings and conversions into Pariahs, the Result of an ork WAAAGH!, adn the corspes left by both species.

"This man is playing you like a fiddle. There is not a damned way an ork would be able to Teach someone anything, let alone install his guns onto a ship that wasnt an orks." Jay said, The two ambassadores previously seated standing with his rage.
"And even if they did, you need Orks to Run the technology, it doesnt matter if you understand it or not, it boils down to The orks physiology, which i am not going to get into."

Balsa picked up his slack. "Furthermore, the Necrons Seek to harvest life from the Galaxy, arming a potential foe is an antithesis to their goal!"

The Thrid Ambassador threw off its cloak, a disgusting Tyranid Lictor unfolding from the remains. With unnatural speed, it cloased the distance beetween it and Xerus. It encloased his throat with its deadly blades, awaitng orders to end its life. The two other ambassadores drew weaposn form their cloaks as well, Two onry Humans armed with Plasma guns aimed at the Two Remans on the inside.

"You will tell us the truth." Balsa said, her arms crossed behind her back and her stance giving no indication of anything except hostility. "Or we will obliterate your meaningless species from this plane."

Ballisticwaffles' Asylum
Name: Hur Huur
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Species: Tusken Raider.
Picture: http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs46/f/2009/178/e/8/Tusken_Raider_by_aimo.jpg
Personal Backstory, religious views, and metaphysical values: "Hur hur hur HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR! hur, hur hur urt hur hur (Ahee ahee ahee) Hur Hur HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR! Hur hur hur hur, urt urt hur; Urt Hur hur hur urt! Hur hur hur HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR! URT URT URT URT URT URT URT URT!"
Other: Strange affiliation for salt. also, HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR! URT URT URT URT URT URT.[edit_reason]HUUUUR URT URT URT URT[/edit_reason]

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