((Let me start by mentioning that I am reposting this, as somebody showed interest in it before, and now somebody else has. So lets see if it does any better, shall we?))

M41 Y794, onboard the Imperial Frigate Harbinger, orbiting the small Hive Planet of Xelxas IV.

"Commander Dishton, sir, we have reached the target point." Said the Comm's officer. Most ships had replaced their officers on the bridge with Navigational Servitors long ago, but Dishton had always preferred humans on his bridge. They were better conversation, and required less maintenance.

"Excellent! How goes the status on the ground?" Inquired the Commander. He was a man pushing 240, a mere youth compared to some of the men on his ship now. He had a large scar across his forehead, and two bionic eyes. He had lost his real ones during his first assignment, a Tyranid Carnifex had shown up unexpectiedly, but he returned the favor by lodging a Frag grenade in the beasts eye. For this reason, Dishton was a firm believer in "An eye for an eye".

"The planets local militia is holding them back sir, but I don't know how long they can hold." The planet of Xelxas IV had recently been touched by Chaos. Many heretic cells had been discovered and purged in the past years. However, somebody had managed to gather the remaining cells, and form them into a large and single cult. The cult had been nothing but a minor nuisance until recently, when cells had begun to appear on nearby worlds, with the members preforming brutal sacrifices for their twisted gods. It was then that the Inquisition had decided to move. They sent an Inquisitor to Xelxas IV to deal with the cult, but the man had since gone missing. It was after this that it was decided to order a mobilization of the "Gray Knights" chapter of the Space Marines. The Space Marines are no ordinary warriors, they are genetically altered to be the most deadly and fearsome warriors the Empire of man has to offer. They stand at over 7 feet tall, their strength is superhuman, and their blessed armor protects them from all but the most fearsome enemies. The Gray Knights chapter is under direct order of the Inquisition, and are often deployed to deal with large-scale outbreaks of Chaos. Their power armor is, as the name may imply, a pure gray. The Harbinger had over 1000 of these warriors on board, ready to deploy them into the battle, and strike-down the enemies of the great God-Emperor.

"I see," replied Dishton, as he let-out a long sigh, "We're going to deploy a single squad into enemy territory, while the rest of the men fight on the front, causing a distraction. Those we deploy in enemy territory will move for the enemy stronghold, but may not make it back alive." He turned to a terminal, and began to sift through a database, looking for soldiers that met his criteria. "We will need our bravest and toughest soldiers in there. They'll be going straight for the enemies heart. These heretics are under a hive-mind type of affect, and if we cut the head of the snake, the body will be helpless. I'll notify the men once I have found the soldiers.."

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All right people, I will be taking the role of the Commander on board the ship; sending you vital data when it is needed, and providing you your next objectives. I will also be controlling enemy soldiers, and giving you an insight into their minds(to an extent).

Characters will NOT be submitted via a character sheet, but an in character post. I will notify you if you are accepted. If you are not, I will make a post talking about how your character did not meet the criteria. Please do not post any longer if you are not accepted. Here are points that you MUST make in your first post to be accepted:

Name: Your characters name, please nothing stupid.

Appearance: Your general armor appearance, if it is battle damaged, and whether you have a helmet or not. Should you have a helmet, please mention so, as well as the helmet style, basic(looks like a face) or hawk(has a large, pointed tipped(beak)). Please describe your face as well, regardless of whether or not you have a helmet.

Weapons: The weapons you will use. There is a default three weapon limit, aside from heavy-weapons. I will explain the weapon types soon.

Battle History: Your characters battle history. How many battles you have been in, wounds you have suffered, etc. If it helps, Space Marines generally live to be around 1300 years, if they are not slain in battle.

Special Skills: Special skills or traits your character has. You may only have a single Skill or Trait. I shall explain these later as well.

Now then, to explain those things I mentioned.

WEAPONS
Rifles
Rifles include one of three types. Bolt Rifles fire large slug rounds, VERY effective at many ranges. Plasma Rifles fire super-heated matter, and are best used at a long range, as the shots splash upon impact. Gauss Rifles fire rounds at such a high speed that the ammo melts before impact, penetrating the target. Shotguns fire spreading shots, but the range of these weapons is fairly short.

Pistols
Pistols have a VERY short range, and are meant for close range combat, there are few types in all. Bolt Pistols are similar to Bolt Rifles, using the same slug ammo, but they are meant to be used only at a close range. Plasma Pistols are similar to their rifle counter-parts, only they do not splash upon impact. The Gauss Pistol fires a single, high velocity round, and is extremely loud. There is also a small, single-shot pistol given too every marine. The clip is six rounds, but has little penetration or recoil.

Heavy Weapons
These weapons are large, and if you should use one, you may not have another weapon of any type. Heavy Bolter's can be thought of as larger Bolt Rifles, only they fire the slugs at an exceptional speed, allowing a single marine to hold off even more enemies than normal. Heavy Plasma Rifles fire an even larger amount of plasma than the rifle, and can immobilize a small vehicle if need be. Rocket Launchers fire one of two types of rockets: frag (used to kill infantry) and krak (used to destroy tanks and such). The Rocket Launcher has a good power, but needs to be reloaded after each shot. Heavy weapons can jam, and you should take this into consideration, and if you do not, I will jam it for you. The affects of this differ depending on the weapon, and you could well end-up dead.
ONLY ONE PERSON MAY USE EACH TYPE OF HEAVY WEAPON.

Melee Weapons
These weapons are used for hand-to-hand encounters, and are often a last resort, they come in many types. The Power Sword has the appearance of a sword, but is charged with pure energy, and can cut through many substances. The Chain Blade can be thought of as a chainsaw, but like a sword, it is worthless on vehicles and machines. The Power Halberd is similar to the sword, but it has a greater range, being a type of spear. The Power Axe is shorter than the sword, but its design allows it to cut through metals easier. Combat Knives are supplied to every marine, and are better than nothing should you opt not to take a melee weapon, or should your weapon be lost somehow.

Specialist Weapons
The Thunder Hammer is a powered warhammer, and can be used too crush even the hardest substance, and the accompanying shield prevents attacks; the downside is that the Hammer is only accessible too a Melee Specialist. Lightening Claws are sets of powered claws, and can easily cleave through flesh and armor alike. They are exceptionaly fast weapons, but only accessible too a Melee Specialist. Needle Rifles fire long needles at an astonishing speed, allowing the needle to slam through flesh and armor alike, this weapon is only available too the squad sniper(s).

Other Weapons
These weapons will be available at certain times, and are often stationary turrets, or burned-out tanks, and may sometimes require fixing.

SPECIAL SKILLS/TRAITS

Psychic "Dead"
This means that your character is "dead" to enemy Psychic effects, which can be thought of as magic, meaning they are immune. However, you are also immune too friendly affects as well, and friendly Psykers aren't able too operate at 100% with you nearby.

Psyker
Your character has trained his mind too master various mental abilities, such as telepathy, minor pyrokenisis, etc. The problem with this, is that you have trained your mind more than your body, and may only carry a pistol. Being a Psyker means being lonely, though. Being attuned in the mind means that enemy Psykers are able to sense you more directly, but you are also able to detect them easier. (Please define your ability.)

Mechanically Inclined
Your character is skilled with machines, this is required to fix broken turrets or vehicles. Due too the require equipment, however, you many only carry two weapons, and may NOT have a heavy weapon.

Veteran
Your character is a veteran of many wars and battles, you have suffered pain beyond thought, and can survive even fatal blows. The downside is mental scarring, for even a Space Marine has a mind, and the scarring can affect your performance at any moment.

Com's Officer
Your character is the communications officer. You can call down an orbital bombardment, given the correct situation. The problem with this, is that the comm's equipment is so heavy, that it will limit you too a single, non-heavy weapon. Please keep in mind that orbital bombardments are not exact, and may well end up hitting your own squad.

Melee Specialst
Your character is an expert in hand-to-hand combat. You will easily overpower groups of enemies in small groups. However, being a master of Melee, you can NOT carry any form of rifle.

Sniper
Your character may use the dreaded Needle Rifle too remove your enemies from afar. You may ONLY carry the Needle Rifle and a single pistol or melee weapon with this trait. Your armor will also be changed too a light power armor, or "Scout Suit", allowing you too move fast, but providing less protection.

Heavy Support
Your character carries a heavy weapon, raining death upon any unfortunate enough too stand if your way. You know your role on the field, and take meticulous care of your weapon. The upside of this is that your heavy weapon will NEVER jam, though you suffer the standard single-weapon penatly.

Explosives Expert
Your character is well versed in explovsives. This means you may disarm and deploy mines, though you risk your life each time. Carrying mines, you sacrifice your other weapon choices, restricting you too a single rifle.

Feel free to create your own, but I will still need to OK each one, in an attempt to keep things even.
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((That should cover about everything. The Sergeant for the squad will be Deaths_Legion, as I feel I can trust him with this. He will be granted a second skill/trait due too his rank, so do NOT bitch please. Oh, and a "Hive Planet" is a factory world, usually one giant city, so this WILL be an urban enviroment. Oh, and you CAN die in this RP, so keep that in mind and act as a team, as your enemies will take advantage of any weakness they see in your squad.))

He read the note carefully.


Jallas Dizent, you are to report to the briefing room as soon as possible. Failure to follow these orders within a timely manner will result in swift punishment from a superior and latrine duty. More will be explained at briefing. We expect your arrival shortly.

Shortest military note he'd ever read, but he figured that didn't count, seeing as how he was a new recruit. Instead of being just a lowly soldier, he had been assigned a position as a Space Marine. Partly because he was capable, and partly because the miltary was desperate for Marines like himself. In his training, he had exceled in melee combat and close range shooting. He had been assigned the duty of being a Melee Specialist. When presented his armor and weapons, he had been ecstatic to get on the battlefield, but there was something in his gut that said "no."

His armor, basic grey like everyone elses, came with a helmet. Only during training did he wear it, and even then he seldom did. Onboard the frigate, however, he decided he didn't need it. It looked goofy, and he believed that it impaired him more than it helped him.

He looked at the clock on the metal endtable next too him. Nearing the 0600 mark. He decided he'd better get to the briefing, so he lifted himself out of the standard bed he lay in. He dropped the note into a dresser drawer before entering the bathroom and looking in the mirror. His face had a gloomy, pale look to it, almost as if he was a ghost. He regretted even joining the Marines now. He always wanted to kill for a living, but this was just too risky. Even for him!

His face was just as attractive as your average person's. The buzz cut, as was standard military hair, looked rather good on him in a third person perspective. His green eyes had that certain mysterious glow to them that would make you want to know him more, but there was nothing to really know. Before he joined the army, he had been a college student majoring in Chemistry and Technological Science. Because so, he knew how the guns and chemicals worked, and was able too fix them very easily. He didn't know enough to where he could make them, but only fix them and, possibly, make them slightly more powerful with the right components. This helped him in making his Bolt Pistol slightly more piercing than it already is.

Other than the bolt pistol, he was trained to use the Lightning Claws, and was very proficient with them as well. Quick, hard-hitting strikes made him an elitist with the claws. He looked down into the sink below the mirror and filled it with water. He wasn't exhausted, or even tired in the least, but stress wasn't something he was used too; even for a college student. He splashed a little of the water on his face and looked in the mirror once again. He had to face up. The higher-ups wanted him for a reason, and he would learn what it was soon enough.

Dishton was waiting for his first recruit in the briefing room. He had expected some overzealous recruit from the description he was given, and thats what he had received. "THIS is the kid they want?" He thought too himself, using his bionic eyes to scan the marine that had just entered the room. "He looks like he's never seen a single battle in his life. He must be fresh out of the tubes!" Dishton let out a heavy sigh before instructing the marine too sit in a chair near the edge of the table that took up most of the room.

"Jallas Dizent? That you kid?" Inquired the Commander. The marine replied with a simple "Affirmative." Dishton couldn't help but let out a loud laugh from Jallas' response, "Haha! New recruits are always hilarious for some reason, so stiff and rigid. So kid, how many of your buddies died in the tubes? Bah, thats a story for another time, I called you here for a reason." Dishton pulled out a Cigarette and lit it before continuing. He had a slight addiction, and hoped that if he smoked enough, he could receive a medical leave. He leaned against the table next too the marine, and took a drag.

"I don't know WHY kid, but I'm assembling a strike team too go down and take out the enemy HQ, and the Inquisition asked for you personally." Dishton looked at the young marine, and saw his glowing, green eyes light up. "If that has you excited, then listen too this. They want you to LEAD the squad! Emperor only knows why, chances are you'll not be coming back." Despite what he added on at the end, Jallas seamed ready too jump around, and Dishton couldn't blame him. A promotion to Sargent without ever even seeing the battlefield, that was a rare occurrence, indeed.

"The rest of the men I chose should be arriving soon, so make yourself comfortable, and ask any questions you have now. This may SOUND like a simple purge, but I know something isn't right here, something big is stirring on this little planet." Dishton sighed again, and took an extremely long drag before snuffing out his cigarette and sitting back down, ready to answer any questions Jallas had.

"Yes, sir! I understand, sir! As Marines, we cannot rule out any possibilities, and I will see to it that my squad finds out what is going on!" Jallas replied. He felt joy well up inside him for being part of something special, but at the same time, his stomach did a twist. He was nervous, especially since he was in charge of a whole group of people. Half of whom he expected to have had more experience than him. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked to the Commander. "Sir, what sort of squad will you be entrusting me with?" he asked in a half-curious sort of way. His real concern was that he'd get all the people new to the Marines, and this would just be a training mission, but he didn't let the Commander see that. He was excited, nervous, happy and tense; all in one small emotional doggy bag.

He looked up and gazed into the steel ceiling above his head. He moved alot and couldn't be still for too long. That was a sign of impatiente.
'Taking long enough to get some explanation on the mission... Been some time since I squeeze the trigger' he tought while spinning in his chair.

*Shhffft* "James "Half-Grey" Roland move out immediately to the Brifing Room. Failure to f- " *Shhfffft*

James was used to that routine and he got up from his chair while the message was still being transmited. He could still hear the static noises when he was setting up his grey manteau over his shoulders.
He wore a Gray Scout Suit with an extensive scratch along the middle, top to bottom. He didn't have an helm but he used a mask, also gray, that covered his mouth and nose.
People call him "Half-Grey" because in his first mission he only went half unnoticed(a grey person is someone that goes unnoticed) wich caused him the plasma burn on his left cheeck.
The other noticable trait on his face are his eyes. Olive colored, they fit with a solid faith(in the Emperor) on his harsh expression.
Even tough he is 378 years old, he looks older due not only to the process of becoming a space marine, but also due to the difficulties he had through out numerous wars and small comflicts he participated in.

James walked out the automatic door and went straight to the briefing room.
Being a Sniper he knew his job would be somehow tactical, but he decided to wait and see what was expecting him and not create conjectures.
'After 24 wars and over 100 conflicts I guess it is time to add one more to the list.'

As he approached the briefing room door a quiet but demanding voice was heard.
"What is your business and what is your name?"

"I am here for a briefing I was called for and my name is James "Half-Grey" Roland"

"You were expected, step right in." and the voice faded.

Walking in he saw Commander Dishton and from what he could see, a rookie space marine. He moved quietly near the Commander.

"James "Half-Grey" Roland present at briefing sir. May my bullets be swift and bring the judgment of the Emperor."

Dishton had expected a question along the lines Jallas had asked him, but he had also expected more. "You will be deployed with a strike team, going directly for vital points in the enemies forces. Your squad consists of some of the best marines on board this frigate. They will keep you alive, and you will keep them alive. Though you may be new, they understand your rank and should follow your orders."

As he said this, the door opened and another marine entered the room. "James 'Half-Grey' Roland present at briefing sir. May my bullets be swift and bring the judgment of the Emperor."

Dishton looked over, hearing the voice of his second recruit. "Ah, James, I've been expecting you. I was just going over the mission with Jallas here." Dishton stood up and allowed James to take his seat. "Jallas, this is James 'Half-Grey' Roland. He will be your squads sniper. He's been through plenty of wars, despite his young age." Dishton looked over and observed James, eying him from top to bottom, taking care too notice everything about him.

"Oh, James, this is Jallas. He will be your squads Sargent on this assignment. He may be new, but the assignment is from the Inquisition itself, so don't question it if you want too live."

((Sorry, I'd post more detail, but I have work now, I'll be home after midnight CST.))

James looked at Jallas and confirmed his suspicions about him being a freshman. He had no problems about that and he would not raise any problems about his leadership unless it risked everyone lifes unnecessarily.

"Nice to see you again Commander. And nice to meet you Jallas, I mean, Sargeant. I shall protect your lives and I hope the same from you." said James with a wise tone.

"It can be my first mission but I shall not dissapoint. Everything will be done to complete the missions objective. The "Gray Knights" and the Emperor shall prevail."

James nodded, and looked back to the Commander. "So, who else is going to be on the squad? And will I receive briefing right away, or shall we wait for the rest?"

"Dam I hate this ship!"
Silver was siting in his bed, adjusting his heavy bolter impacient for something to hapen.

Silver was a veteran of war, with 1000 years, he had fought in so many batles and conflicts tath e lost the count. 75% of his body was bionical do to sefear wounds gained trought the countles batles that he had fought, althought his body was strong and almost sensles to pain, his mind was broken, he saw to many horrible things, making him an unstable person, no one would put him in charge of a squad but never the less he was a fearles warrior.

He had 1 bionic eye, no helmet or mask, and his face was coverd in ugly scars.
His name "Silver" was given to him because he had the habit of using silver bulets on his bolter, he had long forgoten his true name.

*Shhffft* "Silver" move out immediately to the Brifing Room...

"Finaly some action!"

Silver rushed to the brifing room with his bolter in his back, has he enterd he saw 3 young grey knights in the room staring him down.

"Silver presenting at bifing sir."

(sorry about the english:p )

((OCC: Awsome you could join us Smarty ^^. Next time you can ask me to check out the english =D))

((smarty19, I'll accept that for now, but please try and improve your English, detail, and posting length. Pipster isn't as forgiving as I am.))

Dishton was just about to go over some minor details of the mission when he heard the ships intercom chime in.

*Shhffft* "'Silver,' move out immediately to the Brifing Room..."

"Ahh, that would be the next member of your squad. He's a veteran of countless wars, actually. Though, he is a bit, 'touched', so to speak." As he finished informing Jallas and James of the squads third member, the door slid open, and there he stood.

"Silver, presenting for briefing, sir." Said the ancient marine. His body almost completely bionic, he was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. He had a heavy bolter slung over his shoulder, and it appeared as though he had been cleaning it. The bullets seemed to sparkle with an odd brilliance, as though made of something other than normal.

Dishton paid this no mind, he had seen much stranger things in his 210 years of service. "Welcome, Silver. Please, sit down with the rest of your squad members." Silver moved over towards the table, and took a seat.

"Now then, I'll answer any further questions any of you may have. Should the rest of the squad not arrive soon, I shall begin the briefing without them." Dishton took another cigarette and quickly lit it. His box was almost empty. "Damn..." he thought.

((Since I haven't posted in a while, I'll just catch you all up with what Jallas was doing during all the instances in which the marines arrived))

Jallas looked around carefully, but barely talked. He was naturally a quiet person, which he guessed wasn't a good trait for a Sergeant. No matter, his mood would change on the battlefield for sure.

When the first marine arrived, he was greeted by the commander. Jallas learned his name was James, but that he had a nickname as well; that being Half-Grey. Soon after, Jallas himself was greeted by James. "Nice to see you again Commander. And nice to meet you Jallas, I mean, Sargeant. I shall protect your lives and I hope the same from you." James had said. Jallas butted in before James could say much else. "Thank you, it's nice to meet you too. But please, just call me by my name. It's very intimidating when people call me Sergeant, and it puts me in a higher position than I really deserve."

At this, James nodded politely and continued his conversation with the Commander. Just when things seemed to be dying down, and the briefing would start (although only two people had arrived), the intercom started blaring.

*Shhffft* "'Silver,' move out immediately to the Brifing Room..."

Not soon after, a battle worn man stepped into the room, with a certain gleam in his eyes that showed he was up for a battle. His gun, a Heavy Bolter, shone brilliantly. Almost as if it was new, but Jallas knew better. He could see the countless scratches on the surface, and the side panel and a small crack in it. Jallas, thinking he was of some use, approached the man and said "Yo, can I see your bolter for a sec? I believe I can fix that crack in the side for you."

Silver looked at Jallas with an atrocious glare and made a disaproval gesture with his mouth.

"NO ONE. NO ONE TOUCHES MY BOLTER! Dare you to touch it and I shall rip your eyes out, put them back and rip them again!!" Silver roared ferociously with a lunatic touch to his voice.

Jallas' face filled up with panic and he felt really powerless against such a brute sight and the insane strenght of such ruthless words.
Silver mind was twirling and spinning and he stood there for a minute, grasping for air. He then turned his eyes towards Jallas again.
Jallas thought he was going to explode on him.

With a lenient voice Silver added "You say you can fix it? Then give it a try. I tried it myself but I was never sucessful."
He handed him the large bolter and sat down again while looking at Jallas shocked face.

"Y-yes sir. I shall do my best."

Silver then moved turned his attention to the Commander and asked "Shall this mission be swift or are we expected to take our time and plan things accordingly?" resting his elbows on the knees he gave a second thought and added "Departure is scheduled for what time?"

(Sorry for the bad grammar later, hope it is better now... Dont speak with me please i wont be hable to do any posts soon, probably the next post will be about silver's death. Good luck with the story cya)