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Maybe an Antioch gernade

Heretic!

 

How dare you advocate the use of a Typo weapon!

How is the Antioch gernade a heretic weapon?.. Last time I checked the most zealous warriors of the Imperium the Black Templars had a closet full of these to spread their zeal to the masses. Unless I didn't get the memo..

Maybe an Antioch gernade

Heretic!

 

How dare you advocate the use of a Typo weapon!

How is the Antioch gernade a heretic weapon?.. Last time I checked the most zealous warriors of the Imperium the Black Templars had a closet full of these to spread their zeal to the masses. Unless I didn't get the memo..

 

A Gernade is a Typo weapon. A Grenade isn't :rolleyes:

But I hear the some forge world called Harley-Davidson (named after two famous STC explorers) make great mod's for SM bikes.

I'm a techmarine, dude. I make my own bike mods! And rhino mods, in fact. And thunderhawk mods, actually, although the moderati have made me swear the direst oaths to never, ever, under any cirumstances, even should it mean the difference between the life and deah of the Imperium, install them on the Liber's thunderhawk.

 

Edit:

Had to change one use of 'mods' to 'moderati' so the sentence actually, you know, made sense.

Edited by Ace Debonair
  • 1 month later...
been quiet in these great halls. Someone must have finally wiped out the horrid Typos that wondered here.

 

Well, I can't speak for the others, but along with the DA vow, work and writing a story about two of my DIY's (and currently trying to get my part of the Liber campaign back on track), I haven't had much of a chance to write anything :(

 

It would take hours to reread what has happened thus far :P How ever, when it does start again, I think it might be best if a "Last time, on This is Liber Astartes...." post is made to get everyone back up to speed! :)

Well, if you guys don't mind someone new, I could write something up. I seem to have plenty of time since I just graduated from college and can't find a job :cuss

Do it please.

 

@ Aquianus

It would take hours to reread what has happened thus far How ever, when it does start again, I think it might be best if a "Last time, on This is Liber Astartes...." post is made to get everyone back up to speed!

That would be awesome like a TV show how they sum-up what was last on, and fade into the present show.

It's was the night before Empramass and all trough the cluster,

The races engaged in their usual bluster.

The eldar called everyone upstarts and pests,

And weaved plots neverending to meet their own ends.

The orcs swarmed everywhere looking for some fighting,

Cause all those gitz iz only good for krumpin'

The Tau called for everyone to join the greater good,

Seeing ther small Empire as far greater than they should.

The Humans of Imperium lay all smug in their beds

(While visions of Extermiantus ran through their heads)

 

 

But deep in the void

Was the gathering storm

For a tyranid swarm

Had started to form….

Edited by TrashMan
Well, if you guys don't mind someone new, I could write something up. I seem to have plenty of time since I just graduated from college and can't find a job :cuss

Augh, sorry to hear you can't find a job with a college degree ;)

@DAT

 

Eh, there are plenty of places I haven’t looked at yet. I now have a piece of paper that says I can do Biology, so there are sure to be plenty of medicae temples that will take me.

 

More to the point, onto my promised article

 

Last time on This is the Liber Astartes!

 

Ace and CMID got bellyflopped by a typo, Ace’s bike was corrupted and stolen from him, CMID’s newest chapter, the Putrifiers was created and both marines are on a quest for vengeance. However, the typo has led them into the deep dark bowels of the Liber, where only servitors and dust bunnies fear to tread! Will our heroes make it out of the waist high labyrinth of dust and paper? We shall see…

 

After trying to navigate the sea of dust and paper for several minutes and getting no closer to their quarry, Ace Debonair and Chapter Master Ignis Domus determined that they had no idea where they were. They had meant to go back the way they came and try to pick up the typo’s trail, but couldn’t see where they had gone after seeing how far they’d walked. The lighting in the vast chamber was dim and only found in isolated pockets. All else was impenetrable blackness that not even the enhanced eyes of a Space Marine could pierce. They couldn’t go forward and they couldn’t go back. They were stranded.

 

“Where’s the way out of here?” Ace asked.

 

“How should I know?” Ignis asked.

 

“Haven’t you been down here before?” Ace responded.

 

“No! You said you had!” Ignis cried in frustration. “That one time when you and Shinzarin tried that stunt with chasing each other on bikes using hunting lances. Remember?”

 

“What?! Proposterous! Shin never chased me, I was the one chasing him!” Ace exclaimed. “At least, I think I was. Most of that day was bowling-balled out of me. Besides, even if that did happen, and the mods still have no proof that it did, we would have been at least four levels higher than this.”

 

“So we’re both lost as a Space Wolf on a safe, well-defended world and neither one of us has been here before?” Ignis asked.

 

"Correct" Ace said.

 

“So what’s the codex say we do in a situation like this?” Ignis asked, his right hand reaching toward his Purifiers Approved Infernius Hand Flamer.

 

“Well, we’re not going to Purify ourselves out of this.” Ace said, looking at Ignis’ banner and failing to stifle a laugh. “or in this case…Putrify ourselves out of this."

 

“Just shut up and get out your auspex.” Ignis said icily, lamenting the defilement of his banner in that same moment.

 

As Ace began a step by step search of the area, Ignis felt something slither by his leg. Ace experienced this a couple of times in the fifteen or so minutes they had been down here, but Ignis just thought he was being paranoid. This changed things, and when he felt the same slither across his other leg, he knew something was alive in here. It was impossible to see through all the paper, and to dig through it was a fool’s errand. He had to find a way to flush it out. Ignis thought it over, looking at his Purifiers Approved Infernius Hand Flamer. If removed from its casing, the melta core that lit the promethium could generate a bigger heat source than either of them. If this thing was attracted to heat, then it should go for it. Then it could be properly dealt with.

 

“Ace, how many grenades do you have left?” Ignis asked

 

“Two.” Ace said

 

“I need them to set a trap for whatever’s stalking us. If I can put them with my hand flamer’s melta core, that should attract this thing and we can blast it.”

 

“Sounds good.” Ace said. “Wait a minute: why does your flamer have a melta core?”

 

“How else could I purify Greater Typos?” Ignis asked.

 

“Fair enough” Ace said, handing him his grenades. Go for it.

 

Ignis crept ten meters out, as quietly as he could, toward a small stack of paper jutting out of the sea. He removed his melta core and placed it with the grenades. He then removed his hand flamer’s promethium tank and poured the viscous fluid over the trap, emptying the tank.

 

“Now we see if this is hot enough.” Ace said.

 

“It’s a Purifiers melta core.” Ignis said “It’ll be hot enough.

 

After several minutes of waiting, a fat purple tentacle stuck out of the paper sea and found what it was looking for. The warm pulsing object it felt was to its liking, surely the fine morsel it was looking for to continue it’s profaen wrok. It lifted its great eyeless head almost to the surface of its lurking place and extended its feed tentacles, ready to consume the glowing beacon among the blackness of its psychic vision. Just as it was about to claim its prize however, It’s existence became an overwhelming flash of light and a wail of pain.

 

A single shot from Ace’s bolt pistol caused the promethium soaked melta core and grenades to explode. The shockwave of the explosion knocked both him and Ignis on their rears as the entire room lit up for one brief moment. Hundreds of burning scraps of paper and boiling ink started many secondary fires and soon the two marines were surrounded by a miniature firestorm. The Greater Typo burst from the burning paper, revealing itself to be a huge purple worm, writhing in agony. Its great eyeless head sported great mouth tentacles, now stunted and cauterized as they lashed out like stubs in random directions, searching in vain for its attacker. Its skin writhed and rippled with thousands of tiny mouths spitting out all manner of nonsensical and grammatically incorrect words and sentences.

 

“Was that your only melta core?!” Ace shouted over the cacophony of noise.

 

“Unfortunately so!” Ignis shouted back.

 

“So what do we do now Chapter Master?!” Ace shouted. “Run? Fight? Pray to the Emperor?”

 

“Run! Definitely run!”

 

It was too late. The Greater Typo had found its mark and the marines had no time to escape. Ignis was caught in the creature’s maw and it was all he could do to keep himself from getting crushed. Ace pulled out his chainaxe and began chopping at the creature’s mouth with both hands but to no avail. They were out of options and quickly running out of time.

 

Librarian Cromat Psyrakon had observed all of this from the shadows and decided that now was the time to act. The two marines would not last long inside his quarry’s mouth and would die without his help. Without hesitation, he fired his jump pack and became a falling star of the Emperor’s vengeance, streaking toward the typo. The jump pack was painted in the red and black of the legio just like his power armour. The left thruster was painted white and bore they symbol of the Boros Legion: An orange fist in a red halo of flame. The other thruster was painted blue and bore the symbol of the librarium. Cromat’s shoulder pads bore the same configuration and they glowed brightly during the flight towards the Greater Typo. He landed on the worm-thing with a thunderclap, but it was still distracted with its stubborn meal. As Cromat tapped into the Warp to draw the very essence of auto-correct, his force staff glowed brilliantly, as if it were made of light. He would strike the beast down and save his stricken comrades.

 

“No more Space Marines die this day! NO MORE!”

 

He finished his shout by jabbing the staff into the worm’s skull with both hands, The beast howled in pain as its brain was punctured and psychic energy coursed through its body. It went into its death throes after one great howl of I’m-not-dead-yet and fell to the ground with a cloud of dust.

 

Cromat gave a small burst from his jump pack and landed in front of the beast’s still-closed mouth. He could sense nothing and feared for his brothers.

 

“Brothers! Brothers can you hear me!?” Cromat shouted.

 

“We hear you!” Ace shouted

 

“Are you all right?! Are either of you wounded?!”

 

“Other than being stuck inside a giant worm that tried to eat us, we’re fine!” Ignis yelled back. “Now get us out of here!”

 

“Hold on!” Cromat yelled! “I’m gong to count to 3, and then you help me lift the mouth open! Are you ready!?”

 

“Ready!” Both Ace and Ignis shouted.

 

“1…2…3!” Cromat yelled, lifting with all his might.

 

The three marines were able to slowly lift themselves out over several minutes. It took two marines to hold the mouth open for one to go out, but both were eventually rescued. All were covered in black blood and saliva, and Ignis’ banner was now beyond repair, but otherwise all was well.

 

“Our thanks brother librarian.” Ignis said to Cromat, wiping the ichor off of his power armour.

 

“It was my pleasure Master Ignis.” Cromat said. “I’m sorry about your banner.”

 

“He has more.” Ace said “Don’t worry about it. It’s good to see you again Cromat.”

Y

“You too Ace.” Cromat said with a smile. “So what brings you down to my chambers? Most people who aren’t mods or librarians don’t even know where we are.”

 

“Hunting.” Ace said. “And we got a little lost. Can you help up out of here?”

 

“Certainly” Cromat said “Though I'd appreciate it if you two stuck around. That typo was the biggest one down here, but not the only one. I saw one on a bike speed through here a short while ago, and there aren’t many of us down here. I could use your help.”

 

“Then we still have work to do.” Ignis said. “What is this place anyway?”

 

“This” Cromat said “Is the Liber Astartes Drafting Chamber.”

Edited by Cromat

Awesome work Brother Cromat. an exellent addition to the saga of the Typo Wars.

 

But you did leave a error to run amock down in that chamber with the three with this spelling error.

Ignis crept ten meters out, as quietly as he could, toward a small stack of paper jutting out of the sea. He removed his melta core and placed it with the grenades. He then removed his had flamer’s promethium tank and poured the viscous fluid over the trap, emptying the tank.
Edited by DeathKnight2000

No! No! It's ok TrashMan! That typo was from the Ordo Xenos to infiltrate other typos. And anyone who plays Space Marine knows we can trust Inquisitor Drogan...wait a second :P

 

Blast! My iPhone's machine spirit couldn't perform the rites of auto correct! Curse the Machien God!

Edited by Cromat

Noooo.................MY................BANNNER.............WHY.................!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Le sniff. :P I lost one of my er....well....very large number of Purifier standards! Curse those vicious typos! First they corrupt the pure, and now this? This is outrageous! Charge!!

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