Rules:

1. No controlling other characters
2. Try to keep OOC to a bare minimum
3. You MUST use a skelly.
4. Nothing sexual
5. No plot changing. Yol and I are enforcing this.
6. Yol and I have full control of other characters.
7. You MUST research Warhammer 40k, so you know what is happening (Lore-n-Stuff)
8. This is 40k; make it dark.
9. If the above rules are broken on purpose, you will be reported. No mercy: 'My armour is contempt. My shield is disgust. My sword is hatred. In the Emperor's name let none survive.'

Name: Hellgasha the Bloodthirsty

Race: Ork

Gender: Male (female Orks?)

Class: Knob

Weapons: Choppa, Shoota

Appearence:

Misc: He has a Sguiq with him at all times. It's name is Gushna. He is a close friend with Ghazgkull Mag Uruk Thraka.

Name: Galariel

Race: Eldar

Class: Chief Farseer of Alaitoc

Weapons: Shuriken Pistol, Witch Blade, Psyker Magic

Appearance:

Misc: He is the Chief Farseer of the Alaitoc, one of the most powerful of all Psykers, almost as powerful as Eldrad Ulthran.

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Plot: The Humans, Orks and Eldar now fight against a terrible enemy. The Necrons have built a temporary pact with Chaos. Their goal: take the galaxy and enslave the "lesser" races

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Veyd Sahvoz

(AHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH   OMFG  Lmmfaho  xD)

(What the hell is so funny? Please delete that post, it ruined the flow of the RP)

In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war . . .

Galariel and the other Eldar had convinced the other races of the galaxy to fight alongside them. That is, until this "Draugr" problem had been put aside. Then they would be back to business as usual.

It had already been a decade since these "Draugr" arrived. The Necrons and taken control of their minds with their technology. They upgraded the Draugr creating a mix of automaton and rotten flesh. They were resiliant, tough. Now with the Humans, the Orks, the Tau and all the others on their side, they at least stand a chance.

Galariel stood, staring into space from his Craftworld. What can we do? All we can do right now is pray to Asuryan that the fools don't betray us.

Name and Rank: Lieutenant Gideon Alkins

Species: Human

Allegiance: Imperium of Man, Astra Militarum

Armor: http://cadiascreed40k.blogspot.com/2013/11/imperial-guard-tactics-carapace-armor.html  (Look at the very first sketch)

Weapons: M36 Kantreal-Pattern Lasgun with bayonet, Kantreal MG Defender-Pattern Service Laspistol, Frag and Krak grenades

Misc: Silentely questioning who or what he is really fighting for, and is lucky enough to have not across an Imperial-sanctioned psyker.

On one of the many ships on the way to rendevous with the Eldar at Craftworld Alaitoc, a Lunar-clas Cruiser, sits a lone Guardsman of the Cadian Shock Troopers. He is kneeling before an altar dedicated to the Emperor, a necklace with the Aquila clutched in his hands as he prays in High Gothic for protection in the coming wars, as well as clearance in his mind, heart, and soul.

He is Lieutenant Gideon Alkins, soldier dedicated to the Emperor and Humanity, but is also slowly losing his humanity from every action he carries out. From gunning down fellow soldiers and civilians as ordered by a commissar on the basis of 'possible heretic presence,' to making pointless charges on enemies too entrenched to defeat conventionally. He has faught Orks, Traitors, Chaos, Dark Eldar, and even the Necrons. His kill count and veterancy increased with each conflict he was in, but now his heart is filled with unanswered questions.

But these questions will have to wait, as an announcment is broadcasted through the PA system.

"All guardsmen, report to your designated dropships. Battlefleet Gothic will be dropping out of the Warp in T-minus ten minutes, mark."

He then stands up, replacing his necklace around his neck and tucking the Aquila under the chest piece of his carapace armor, enclosing his helmet and slinging his lasgun over his shoulder and forming the Aquila with his hands, bowing his head before exiting his room and heading to the hanger bay.

Hellsmasha ripped through the battle slamming his chest, headbutting Necrons to death, he was a one-man army. Necrons surronded him, then they were done for after the battle cry "WAAAGH!!!!!!" Orks charged in, decimating the Necrons, most fled.

(Spacemarines and Orks fight!)

(( My entrance is the best :D Then Strun, then Yol. ))

Gushna crawled around Hellsmasha's shoulder as he petted him with his rough hands.