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Khamourabi

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Khamourabi displayed an aptitude for technology from the moment of his recruitment. In the scout core he was known as a lone wolf, having little in common with his brothers. He would spend all of his spare time tinkering with machines and his cell was constantly covered in what appeared to be clutter, but in fact was precisely organized mechanical components. Once he was elevated to the rank of full astartes he wasted no time in adjusting and "improving" his armor. His bionic eye was not due to a battlefield injury, but in fact the result of Khamourabi's interest in the workings of mechanical and bio-logical hybrids.

 

Within squad Numas he quickly proved his worth, constantly able to pin point enemy locations and perform quick battlefield repairs. This caught the eye of Valthex who recommended Khamourabi to be sent to Mars to further his path in the Mechanicum. Unfortunately the Badab War broke out before this was able to become a reality and he had to stay satisfied as the tech expert for Numas. During the course of the war he showed little interest in the mortal allies, except for when he had the opportunity to perform impromptu battlefield bionic enhancements. Many of these procedures ended up being less than successful but still furthered his research into the workings of bionics.

 

Throughout the closing years of the war he continued his excellent service record and was even able to save Gahal's life after being flushed into the void. Although a close friend of Numas he showed little emotion at his death, having long ago lost the ability to feel for his flesh and blood brothers.

 

Post-Badab War: A Corsair matching Khamourabi's description has been seen working closely with Valthex and it is now believed he serves as an acolyte of sorts. With the limitations of Imperial law lifted he has delved head first into the chaotic demon fueled technological creations available in the Maelstrom. An Inquisitorial kill team is currently tracking his whereabouts, hoping he will lead them to Valthex and take out Huron's entire Dark Mechanicum cadre.

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Hey, Alex here, more awsome fluff I see, realy well written and great after baddab extra, I have a question my good chum! When you painted the kommando khaki to highlight your shoudler pads (believe it was kommand kharki?) when you encountered the engraves square piece, what did you do? did you highlight that aswell, and when you painted over it with part of the astral claws symbol did you leave it or highlight it again with a colour? I only ask because it's quite difficult to see in your pictures! Great topic, lovely read !
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@alex567: Yes I highlight that little squad part on the shoulder pad the same way. If the Astral Claw symbol happens to go over the square thingy I don't bother re-highlighting it. Would make it too messy.

 

@batu: No I haven't given up on these guys. I have finished some other stuff for them but I am waiting to get some parts before I show those. I am also currently working on the first Terminator for the army. They are my 40k army right now...until the Legions book comes out and I go back to my Death Guard. They have been so close to completion for a year now, just 3 terminators, a lord, 1 oblit and some extra plague marines if i want them.

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@batu: No I haven't given up on these guys. I have finished some other stuff for them but I am waiting to get some parts before I show those. I am also currently working on the first Terminator for the army. They are my 40k army right now...until the Legions book comes out and I go back to my Death Guard. They have been so close to completion for a year now, just 3 terminators, a lord, 1 oblit and some extra plague marines if i want them.

My name's Ludovic, not batu :) Anyhoo, I'm looking forward to seeing your new models!

 

Ludovic

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Numas

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Veteran-Sargent Numas has a long and valiant history within the Astral Claws being the oldest member of his squad. He was inducted into the ranks of the astartes in the distant past, when the name Huron was only that of a mere scout and not a maniacal tyrant. Being close to 300 years of age he has served under two chapter masters and progressed through the ranks of several companies, his longest tenure being in the 1st. Numas quickly proved his worth to the chapter and within months of being inducted into the ranks of the 1st company he was gifted with a suit of Terminator armor, a prized relic in a chapter that does not posses enough to equip all of their veterans. Wielding the awesome might it bestowed him he helped crush countless greenskin hordes, traitor warbands and even a Hrud migration that threatened Imperial borders. His deeds were so great that it not long before he was given command of his own Terminator squad. During this time his name was a byword for honor, duty and self sacrifice, a shining beacon of what it meant to be an Astral Claw. That all began to change when Huron took the mantle of Chapter Master.

 

At first Numas greatly respected his new commander, he was after all a tactical genius and a hero of the Imperium, but it was not long before he began to see the cracks appear. He was close friends with the Captain of the 1st, Abum Baal, and was privy to much of what went on within the higher command structure. When Huron brought the remnants of the Tiger Claws back into the fold and decided to keep it a secret from the High Lords, Numas was one of the most vocal of the opposition. It was no surprise that when Huron began to restructure the Chapter to accommodate there lost brothers and begin the expansion to legion size Numas found himself reassigned. The Chapter had need of battle tested leaders to take charge of the newly re-organized squads and he was given charge of a tactical squad within the 2nd company. His bitterness only deepened when his former captain, Abum, was slain in a duel with Corian Sumatris who was rewarded with captaincy of the 2nd as well as being bestowed the title Tyrant's Champion.

 

Numas was nothing if not a professional soldier though and served his new captain faithfully. As he began to see his once glorious chapter begin to transform into a brother-hood of thugs and narcissists he decided that his only option was to begin to recruit like minded marines to his side. However he found little luck in this and his only true ally within his own squad was Arshaka, although he did become close friends with Khamourabi and Hunzuu. For the most part he valued all of the astartes under his command, even if he found Nasir and Rihat's habits to be less than ideal. The only astartes he did not trust was Balathu.

 

As the Badab War began Numas thought he was fighting for a valiant reason, despite his misgivings with how the Chapter was run he had no reason to believe that they were in the wrong. As the war progressed his views began to shift as he saw the brutal acts inflicted upon their mortal allies and the conviction in their enemies. Chapters they once fought alongside now called them traitors and their allies soon began to surrender. Despite this he continued to fight for his Chapter with all the conviction and skill expected of Space Marine. It was not until the end when the Palace of Thorns burned around them that he decided enough was enough and intended to defect his squad over to the loyalist's side. His last thoughts were of confusion and betrayal as Balathu's knife slid across his throat...

 

 

The tunnels shook with the deafening sound of explosions as the palace above them was torn to pieces by the very enemy that now hounded them through the dark. The report of bolter fire sounded from off in the distance, a dry bark that heralded their encroaching doom. This was all wrong he thought. We are the righteous, we are the mighty, how could it have come to this. Numas stopped in his tracks, the forms of his battle-brothers hurrying past him before realizing the absence of their leader.

 

"Brother-Sargent, we must hurry. The savages are close behind and greatly outnumber us, we do not have the luxury of resting," said Khamourabi.

 

"This is all wrong," he muttered back.

 

"What is he rambling about?" rasped Rihat, his voice a savage whisper from the severe burns he had received.

 

Numas felt a massive hand rest upon his shoulder guard and looked up into the dead lenses of his heavy weapons specialist. "We must go," the giant said flatly, stating the obvious.

 

The turmoil that had been building inside him for years finally reached a breaking point. This was all wrong he thought, we are wrong. The realization hit him suddenly, shattering all of the indoctrination and ingrained loyalty the Astral Claws had drilled into him. Numas looked around at the remnants of his squad, only five others remaining. Kuri still rested his hand upon his shoulder a giant amongst giants, his helm as impassive as his moods. Khamourabi stood nearby, his armor tattered and worn. His posture that of one who understands little of human emotions and cares even less. Behind him cradling his beloved melta Rihat stood impatiently. His face a patchwork of old burn scars and knotted scar tissue which twisted his expression of impatience into a menacing scowl. Tu seemed unable to stand still, pacing back and forth muttering to himself, punctuating his madness by occasionally slamming his head against the wall as if it would end his torture. Sin-Nasir merely rechecked his bolter, bored with the events transpiring around him. Behind them all sulked Balathu, a phantom in the shadows of the tunnel. Glaring at him through his visor slit with all of the menace of an apex predator denied its last kill.

 

"We are wrong brothers. We have been betrayed by our own leaders," Numas said looking at them pleadingly. "Do you not see what they have turned us into? We butcher our brothers out there, we fight against the very institution that we vowed to protect."

 

"They are no brothers of mine," spat Rihat. "They came into our realm and dared to tell us how best to serve them? And now they chase us through our own monastery. That is no institution I vowed to protect."

 

"You are wrong brother, we all were. Come with me and we can right this wrong. They might not take us back but we can serve a greater purpose with our deaths."

 

Kuri slowly withdrew his hand and took a step backwards, "We must go," he said again.

 

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Why will you not stop!" Tu screamed before slamming his head into the wall repeatedly, the act seeming to bring him some form of solace as he withdrew into a silent stupor.

 

"He is right," Nasir said, his eyes never leaving his work. That brought a slight chuckle from Balathu who still remained withdrawn from the conflict.

 

"Surely you do not mean to abandon your Sargent? Khamourabi, you will follow me, right?" Numas pleaded.

 

The tech-aspirant merely stared back at him, his bionic eye whirring in place, "No. This is no time for emotions to cloud our judgement. If we do not leave now there is a 97.6253 percent chance that we will not live."

 

"I would like to live," Nasir said flatly, finally finishing whatever work he had with his weapon.

 

Another distant explosion shook the tunnels, showering them with a light cloud of dust and debris. His squad stood impassive before him, even Khamourabi and Kuri denied him. Anger began to well up inside him, a deep frustration at his inability to lead his own squad.

 

"If you do not come with me now you are throwing in your lot with the traitors and the heretics, is that what you are?" Numas raged. "This is you last cha..." he was cut short as a blade passed through his throat, severing his jugular.

 

"Enough of this," he dimly heard behind him. The world began to fade to black as he collapsed to the floor and he vaguely saw Kuri backhand Balathu across the tunnel, slamming him into a nearby wall.

There was more spoken between his squad but the words began to lose any semblance of a language he understood. The massive silver shapes began to run back into the shadows, only one with a glowing bionic eye paused to give him a second glance before he too was gone. Don't leave me he thought and then everything went dark.

 

***

"You don't want to die," a distant voice whispered from the darkness. "There is so much more for you to do..."

 

Numas tried to form a reply but found that he had no voice. He wasn't even sure he had a body at all, all he saw was blackness. I do not want to die he agreed.

 

"Yes, it is not your time. You are destined for greatness. The galaxy will burn before you and you will being vengeance to all those who drove you to this fate." The voice seemed to slither through his thoughts, as if it were a living thing all its own.

 

I am destined for greatness, was destined for greatness he thought solemnly. Now I am dead, I must surely be, I felt my life fade from that traitor's knife.

 

"You are neither dead nor alive, but somewhere in between. You stand on a knife's edge, to one side lies oblivion. Nothingness for evermore. There is no place for you next to your emperor's side, you were fed lies. Your brothers saw that, your Chapter Master too. On the other side is Life. Glory. Vengeance..." the last word seemed to drag on forever, echoing across the void. "Huron knows this, even now he has been given the same offer. You can earn a name for yourself at his side. You failed him and yourself in your past life, do not make the same mistake again."

 

His thoughts began to become more fuzzy and distant, he began to feel himself fade once again. Panic gripped him and held tight.

 

"You must choose now. Death or life."

 

Life.

 

The voice split into four overlapping voices, one gurgling and decayed, another angry and demanding, the third seductive and soothing and the last a mere whisper, "You must swear allegiance to us."

 

I swear...

***

 

Pain flooded back into his senses. Fuzzy lights swam before his eyes as he forced them open. He could feel the warm fluid seeping from his neck, pooling beneath him; born again in blood. The sound of ceramite encased boots rushing through the tunnels crashed against his ears. He dimly saw silver shapes hurrying past him, they seemed to be carrying a body, or half of one at least. The man's ravaged and burnt face seemed familiar to him.

 

Lord Huron? he tried to say but it merely came out as a gurgle as more blood was pushed from his wound for the effort. The sounds must have caught someone's attention as one of them shouted and pointed towards him. His vision was consumed by the visage of a heavily augmented astartes helmet. A plethora of bionic eyes whirred and adjusted as they studied him. Valthex, he thought.

 

"He can be saved, grab him," were the last words Numas heard before his world faded into unconsciousness.

Post-Badab War: Although Numas is believed to have died on Badab Primaris there is some speculation as to whether he somehow survived. A high ranking lieutenant within the Red Corsairs seems to match his description. This Corsairs' name is unknown since he never speaks, some believe him to be physically unable to speak due to some form of serious injury. How he communicates with his troops is also unknown and he has never been known to remove his helmet. He is known only as the Silent King. Whether or not this is Numas, the Silent King is a number one priority of several Inquisitorial kill teams as he has conquered countless worlds in his masters name and has slaughtered entire populations for reasons unfathomable to Imperial minds.

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Thanks everyone! Well originally he was supposed to die, but I rather like the twist that he in fact fell the furthest (or most successfully anyway, made lieutenant and all) of all of his squad. Also that none of the survivors of squad Numas know that he is still alive since he can no longer talk (vocal cords slit) and never removes his helmet. I plan on making traitor versions of at least a few of these guys at some point and will expand their fluff post-badab at that point. I already know that Khamourabi is going to be the only one who knows its Numas since he will assist Valthex and the apothecaries with "fixing" him. Numas will also have some memory issues due to the fact that he was actually dead for quite awhile before chaos 'saved' him. There will be a great many tensions between the survivors of Squad Numas.

 

As for the question about the source lighting several posts back, I just used really thinned down coats of the color I was using for the auspex and made sure it made sense on where they were falling.

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I plan on making traitor versions of at least a few of these guys at some point and will expand their fluff post-badab at that point.

You're definitely going to have to follow through on that, as the characters and story lines you've fashioned are very compelling. :D

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Fantastic stuff here, almost makes me one to ditch my Minotaurs and pull out my Tyrant's Legion hehe I just wanted to check something, the damage/scratches on your marines, is that black micro painting with silver highlights? I am painting Minotaurs and am wondering if the same will work on a bronze/goldy armour colour.

 

Looking forward to seeing more of these guys :D

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