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located in Planet Arawath, a part of Only War: 501st Hendrisi Deadland Regiment, one of the many universes on RPG.

Planet Arawath

Planet Arawath is a mining world within the Reike Expanse that has been under Ork assault for three years. Local regiments of the 319th Imperial Legionnaires, 420th Cannabisian Regiment, and 19th Reiker Defense Force are all engaged.


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Character Portrait: Commissar Rascal Character Portrait: Father Yates
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The Cleric and his two friends were glad to run into so many of their comrades instead of the orks first. Simon tried to survey the situation quickly, but all he could tell about the situation was that less of the shooting was aimed at him once he shoved his two saved troopers through a doorway. "Sergeant Solar? This is Father Yates. I've linked up with the main combat force. I've got two stragglers without a squad assisting me. Tell me where you want me." But before he could hope for an answer, the orks came en masse. He shouted over the gunfire, unlikely to be heard by any other than Sanders and the other trooper. "See as the enemy comes! And see how the Emperor cuts them down!" He threw an arm over his head dramatically while bringing his flamer around. He was ready to jump into the street and offer gouts of fire for the Ork's assault, but the Valkyrie screamed over his head and his words rang true in the glorious cacophony of heavy fire. "See that, men? The enemy is flesh, bone, and weakness! The Orks cannot stand to our faith! For the Emperor, for the Imperium, and for ourselves!" While there was still some distance between him and the Orks he fired his laspistol into the coming wave. It was difficult to miss. The crumbled building at the edge of the main concentration threatened to be a shortcut into the heart of the formation; he grabbed Sanders (who was shell-shocked into inaction) and muscled him towards the far wall. "If a single Ork gets past us, their flank will cripple us." He covered the holes in the wall in fire. "Pray that they do not realize this and continue to charge in one direction."
Then the tank came. "Uh, Father?" Sanders pointed at the other trooper. "He's anti-armor." Simon looked over his shoulder.
"Is that true?"
"Yes, Father. But I lost my launcher in the drop."
"Do you have any krak grenades?"
"...yes, Father."
"Then use them."
The trooper nodded. He turned away and stepped out of the building-right into auto fire that nearly ripped his torso from his hip. "Dammit. Sanders, grab his bandoleer."
"Yes, Father." The other soldier didn't favor his chances but did as he was told. He reached out tentatively and grabbed his dead friend by the boot, dragging him into the room. He unstrapped the man's krak grenades. Taking one in either hand, he looked at the Father again. "By the Emperor's will, that armored sin will be destroyed."
"Yes, Father. It shall." He sprinted free of the building and-dodging behind rubble and other hard cover as he could-tried to maneuver himself close enough for a clean throw.

The Commissar (who had re-positioned to another window to continue firing on the orks) turned when her metal bedframe noise alarm was disturbed. She whirled, struggling to hold her carbine in one hand, and didn't lower it until the stormtroopers were clearly in the room. "Well what the bloody fuck are you doing here?" she questioned impatiently. "Relocate? This building has been designated an emergency rendezvous. If I leave there's nothing to rendezvous with." She stood, slowly, moving away from the window. She looked past the men to the conventional troopers. "You," she moved her left arm to point, then winced in pain and remembered why that was a terrible idea. "Cover this window. Tell your friends to move down a floor and cover the same street." She turned her attention back to the stormtroopers. "If you want to be useful, find more stragglers and take them here or to their objectives. I'm not going anywhere until I've secured every possible loose trooper and I'll see you court-martialed if you 'recommend' I do anything else.' And-" she got the message from Sergeant Solar. "Shit. Everyone brace! Incoming friendly artillery. You all know how good the Imperium's aim is. Get under something hard and pray more shells land outside than on our heads!" She keyed back to the Sergeant. "Can't you tell them the flares missed their marks and make them fire twenty meters south?"