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@Azarius: How about we just call you Phil? ;) No, seriously interesting and convoluted story, which fits an Alpha Legion convert quite well, actually. The real question is, is he really in control of his own mind, or are there still Alpha Legion implants waiting in his mind? Or is his current mental state the 'Real' construct? ;) Very cool, man, I like him! I'll add him in. Oh, how about Barbaros?

 

Almost done with the first WIP, waiting on some greenstuff to dry. The first of the Reavers will be Yogi's Ixion...I had all the parts for him already, lol. Hopefully tonite or tomorrow....

Awfully quiet in here suddenly....

Here ya go.

 

The Gunship fades from even enhanced sight, and I turn away.

Make yourselves useful, Sons of Horus.

Perhaps they'll even destroy the Emperor's Astartes. Not that it matters, since it will not affect me, whichever way the tide of war washes in. I carefully purge the irrelevant thought from existence in my mind.

I turn and survey the surroundings for the second time, and they have not changed from when I last looked. Vast swathes of light brown sand-dust, broken only by rocks of a darker grey, providing very slight relief from the endless wave of brown.

On the horizon, my visor marks out a small heat source. A town. Its heat shows up no more than one of the little beetles, the only sign of life here, at my feet.

You don't like to expend more fuel than you have to, Black Legionaries. Or you just hate me.

A sigh escapes from my throat, a sound that would have come out of my helm as a faint vox-growl, had any been here to hear it.

I start to run, slowly, picking up speed as I move. My armour whines and groans with the increasing speed. I tune it out.

 

...What? Helm. Alert. Stay-find-cover-go.

I roll down over my shoulder, coming up into a kneeling stance. My bolter is in my hand without thought. My helm marks no targets. No heat other than the town, larger now, and the beetles. Gradually, my brain starts to return to proper usage, processing what I see with more than instinct. No movement. No heat. No sound.

My helm has alerted me, close enough to my target that I must slow down.

No sound. That was a lie. My breath comes out in long, haggard, gasps, echoing through the helm. My armour hisses its annoyance. I feel my twin hearts pumping, blood relentlessly thumping through my head. I blink-click away external vox. The noises through my throat now cease to be heard by any but me

That does not stop myself hearing them, nor from feeling the Warp-dammed affects of them. I check a helm display, and note the time I have been running. It is far longer than any mortal could have kept on moving, which is only to be expected.

And the town, now visible to sight. Rounded domes top the buildings, square buildings only placed in the middle. I note the increased amount of stones and debris placed around the perimeter, probably used as defensive positions in case of attack.

Which can work the opposite way, here...

I move in to the shelter of a larger rock, my motions slow so as to avoid detection to the naked eye, though few normal men could have seen this far in any case. And a bastardized city like this will hardly be tight on security.

I slow my thoughts again, letting myself rest. Only a small amount of time, and I will be ready to move in again.

 

 

... Enough. Rest has played its part now.

I bring my brain back to function, again, though I can do it with leisure this time. Rested time... two minutes. This war must be taking its toll. After thirty seconds more, I rise. The rock is large enough to conceal my form.

Helm indicates an approaching target. Still a good distance away, not yet close enough to trigger the same response received when I came closer to the town. Small single human by the look of heat, a patrol. He walks slowly, casually, his approach will eventually taking him past to my position. I draw my blade, made of a dark-tinted metal, the only ornament being the angelic-winged handle guard, taking it in my right hand.

I wait for one minute and forty nine seconds, crouched. He comes nearer. I see his foot come come past the edge of the stone...

Die.

I run. My blade flashes away, and his head flies off. I twist the blade and stab it two-handedly into his chest, the still-standing body already a corpse. I retract the blade, pausing only to take his detached head in hand, moving back to cover.

Quick. Clean enough. Good.

I wipe the blood off my blade, the light attacks not having gained it much fluid, and put it back to my hip. I look at the masked head in my hand.

The eight-pathed star. Not just rebel, but devoted to the Chaos lords. Good. That serves well.

I peel the mask, similar to a gas mask, away from the face carefully. The rotting stench of mutation comes from the flesh. Little doubt now. I throw the head aside.

This makes my task so much easier.

I look back at the head. One of the little beetles has already come to it, and is frantically borrowing through the space between the eye and the socket, disappearing through as I watch. Probably a nesting female.

I turn away from it, moving towards the town, not disguising my movements now. Come, let us see what you will do...

 

 

 

Something I wrote up, bit more in the process. Yes, there is more crap to pain your minds! Gotta leave in a hurry now, so I'll come back tomorrow and change some stuff I'll notice sounds stupid then. ;)

@Azarius: How about we just call you Phil? ;) No, seriously interesting and convoluted story, which fits an Alpha Legion convert quite well, actually. The real question is, is he really in control of his own mind, or are there still Alpha Legion implants waiting in his mind? Or is his current mental state the 'Real' construct? :cuss Very cool, man, I like him! I'll add him in. Oh, how about Barbaros?

 

I've got it! Call him Alpharius!

 

...Kidding. Barbaros sounds fine. ;)

Quiet in here? Ok, I'll try my best.......

 

Saa spat a tooth as the foolish renegade knocked him to the ground. "You're nothing" he bellowed, the Gods speak clearly to me! Saa pulled himself to his feet, this mere Astartes could never inflict the same level of pain he had experienced. Those foul Xenos were masters of thier craft....a brawler couldnt even compare.

 

"The Icon is MINE!" he roared. "My gods deserve to be represented by a hero not some bull:cuss half assed weakling!"

 

"I will destroy my enemies, the detractors of my Lords and Masters before I allow this banner to fall!" Saa screamed. "You pathetic fools have no right or justification to bear the Mark of our masters until you have suffered as I have"

 

"I am the chosen bearer of our Lords and you will fight until I fall.......and I will never fall" he screamed, spittle spraying from his face...."this is the path we chose and we will NEVER fail"

 

Saa

 

......or something like that

Ixion, formerly of the Tigers Argent:

I was imagining him as a recent devotee to the Gods, so I kept him entirely in Mk. VII plate. I tried to not go overboard with overwhelming marks of Chaos, instead I gave him more of a mercenary feel, such as the rows of grenades strapped to his shoulderplate (nothing like making the guy that mumbles to himself the grenadier, lol), holstered pistol etc. Let me know what you guys think!!!

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And a quick size comparison...

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Wow heathens, dynamic and badass. He's a big'un ain't he. Seriously Rad. So Rad I thought I would write a little story for the mini. Also love the grenades the pose, the extra pouches and pistol. Also happy with the choice of helmet. All good. Nothing needs to change.

 

This story is about Ixion becoming a minor celebrity.. joking.

 

+++Open file Piracy/Badab/Unknown/Upstanding_Angel

 

+++Enter Passcode :********-*****

 

+++Loading...+++

 

+++ Vid Fragment recovered from the wreckage of the of the Merchant vessel Upstanding Angel. Lost with all hands Badab Sector.

 

Vid begins. It shows the exterior hallway to the Astropath Chambers. Several Armsmen have taken defensive positions. Wall lights indicate alert.

 

Unknown Astartes appears. Heraldry shows Tigers Argent. Armor desecrated with spikes and skulls. Traitor. +++Designated T1+++

 

"Four Score Iron Horses! Four Score Iron Horses!" T1 Fires his bolter and charges the armsmen. Their shotguns return fire, it is inadequate.

 

"Pleasure and pain we all die in the rain." T1 begins using his chainsword in jerky, brutal movements. All six armsmen now deceased.

 

{Unintelligible} T1 continues to hack apart the bodies into small chunks. T1 holsters weapons and retrieves an armsmen shotgun.

 

"You are bacteria!" *Continuous Laughter* T1 fires shotgun repeatedly at the chunks of armsmen, discarding and retrieving another shotgun when the first is empty.

 

*Laughter stops* "Champion." T1 appears to be communicating by helmet vox.

 

"No." T1 discards shotgun.

 

"Offend me again and I shall kill both of us and my soul shall consume yours." T1 remains still as he listens to the reply.

 

"Better Champion, I will do it now." T1 places a debased melta charge on the door to the Astropaths Chambers.

 

{Unintelligible} *laughter* T1 retreats back the way he came.

 

*Explosion* - Vid link destroyed. +++

Thats very well written Zincite....though my question is what is its pertinence?

Ah. He's trying to find a good supply of clown-hatted pink-furred leopards to prove his good will to Akan. :)

 

Ixion is amazing. Seriously awesome figure, mate, with all the little details. To be nitpicky, the GS strap holding his holster to his leg looks pretty loose, whereas I'd have thought it'd be pulled tight to stop it from slipping?

Thanks all, glad you like him! Cool story, Yogi!

 

@Zincite: I imagined the holster for the hip to be a bit like this...

http://stores.wholesalecentral.com/Images/F68UQL_K7YDPPGSW1O0W0NI8X56QI_/614282952140.jpg

with the strap point attached to the belt line, then the leg strap around the thigh. Hope that makes sense...

38 Years Post-Badab

 

Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink.

 

The sound. It is always that single annoyance. It causes the barrier in my mind between rage and calm to slowly wear thin. Why just try to annoy me? Why not just kill me? Do you truly believe that someone cares about me? Ha. If I didn't feel like slowly cutting my holders' faces off, I might consider laughing. How many hours? Days? Have gone by? I care not. Soon I might be free. Though, I expect my head to come swiftly. To think. To think I would be caught by a Deathwatch team. Nonetheless. Why keep me alive? Puzzling. I have already grown bored. Guess it is time to see how far I will go.

 

..........

 

21 minutes, 34 seconds Imperial Stanard Time later.

 

..........

 

Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink.

 

The sound. It continues. Why does it continue?! I am free of my bonds, guards are searching for me, yet. IT CONTINUES! Must I be tormented for my actions!? Must I slay all to stop that noise!? Fine. I shall. This place bores me. Do none hear the sound?!

 

………..

3 minutes, 12 seconds Imperial Standard Time later.

 

………..

 

Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink.

 

Death has been dealt. Pieces of my armor recovered before it was completely destroyed. Replacements for my armor have been found. But still. THE BLASTED SOUND! WHY DOES IT CONTINUE! ANSWER ME! WHAT DO YOU WANT!? ……..! Heheheheheheheh. You want to kill more in your glory? Fine. Just make the sound go away. Or el-. ……! Wh-!? H-?! ….. Heh. Go into the Maelstorm? Very well. I shall see this one who you suggest.

…………

End Conversation heard by Servitor Skulls nearby. Unknown Who Traitorus Marine was talking to at End.

 

Just something to show how Renatus came to end up in Maelstorm after Badab.

Hi Heathens,

re: the flag design. I think I was probably subconsciously thinking of the devilish skeleton with the spear on Blackbeard's flag. Going on the band being renegade marines rather than chaos worshipers, I can see why you would want to minimise any chaos overtones :)

Sorry gents, I might do a third squad way on down the road, but that's gonna be a loooooong time away...

 

Anyhow, down to business...As I am not getting any more votes for meltagunner, the winners are Sarganath and Maximillian! I have also decided on the Icon Bearers...Kyres of the Lamenters, because he was the only one who actually said his character is fanatically devoted to Akan :P ; and Saa of the Crimson Fists, because...well....he has no face. You can't really argue with a fella who has no skin on his face, lol. Sorry Hastur Rook, but be happy in the knowledge that I have something special planned for you.

 

I will now reorganize the Squads on the first post based on their Champions, Meltagunners, and Icon Bearers.

I have also decided on the Icon Bearers...Kyres of the Lamenters, because he was the only one who actually said his character is fanatically devoted to Akan :P ; and Saa of the Crimson Fists, because...well....he has no face. You can't really argue with a fella who has no skin on his face, lol.

 

Yay!!! I'm a happy heretic!!! Thanks 1000heathens, however I'm now in a bit of trouble as I've just woken up the little one with my exuberant cheering when I read this. B)

 

I'll attempt a small piece of fiction in gratitude tomorrow when I'm at work ;)

 

Saa

 

.......or something like that

I've finished IA: 9 and 10, aaand...wow. Forgeworld and their team of writers should take over GW, and pitch Mat Ward out a window. Incredible, incredible set of books! I feel like I now have a pretty solid understanding of the Badab sector, as well as the many Chapters that took part in that war; which will be helpful, as the Badab/ Endemiyon sectors (and their shipping lanes) are what we will be primarily hitting, and a number of Badab veterans fall within our ranks. Talmora, I have some awesome ideas for your Mantis Warrior especially, heh heh heh. I also now have a new reason to hate the new Protectors of Badab, the Star Phantoms. Apparently, they nearly destroyed the Marines Malevolent Chapter during the Macharian Heresy wars. Now I have a damn good reason to see those Loyalist scumbags dead.

 

Now, as for our home.... I'm thinking of using the Magog System, which sits right at the edge of the Maelstrom and is marked as +Forbidden+ on the map. We won't use the actual planet though, instead we will have been given control of orbital station, which will be a small Space Hulk modified as a docking station (think like Shipwreck Cove in Pirates of the Carribean, lol). Name-wise, I'm thinking 'Hellion's Refuge', but again, if y'all got a better idea, I'd love to hear it. This place will be used for multiple purposes (sale of slaves, illict items, dry-dock, etc), but primarily it will be used as a Forward Operating Base for raids into the Badab system.

 

As for our own fleet...I'd like to have a battered and mostly functioning Strike Cruiser named 'The Last Laugh', but after that our fleet is gonna get awfully motley and random, mostly Escorts, Frigates, and bunches of troop ships for our army of mortal meatshields and their various pieces of Armour and equipment.

 

Opinions? Thoughts? Calls for blood?

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