Legion Smack Talk Thread

[Memento Of Prospero]

"You'd be a fool, if you assumed that my comment was not heard. You of all people should know we are being watched. I have fought Ork Nobs larger than him. If he became agressive, he'll become just another corpse I have stepped over. The direction that creature's face was pointing does not matter. He heard me, even through his tumor filled ears.  He either thinks too highly of himself to come back and defend his honor, or it is he that is the coward."

 

"Emperor's creation? Pah." He waved a dismissive claw. "You say that as if that were something to be held in high regard. He is my lord, but I will not lie. The Emperor is not the perfect craftsman. The Thunder Warriors rot away as they live. Out of 20 Legions, 2 astartes legions along with their primarchs have been erased, and half of the remaining legions decided to strike back against him. Meanwhile  1 of the remaining loyalist legions is suffering from geneseed degeneration."

 

The iron father rounded on his fellow X legionnaire in a heartbeat.

 

May I remind you that It is not our duty to judge the master of mankind brother! We cannot even begin to comprehend the complexity, depth and impact of his great works. To be able to critic implies that you have the knowledge and wisdom to do so. None of us here present can claim that. We are soldiers. We live to kill in his name and willing die in the attempt.

[Castiel]

"I always knew the Salamaders were slow in reflexes, but it seems they are slow in mind as well. I am not challenging the Thunder Warrior to fight. i'm challenging him to stand here to be judged with the rest of the Emperor's creations. This has nothing to do with the loss of my Father. The next time you refer to him in such a manner, you will risk joining him, dim witted one."

"You presume to stand before me and insult the Lord of Mankind, as if you had the knowledge and insight of his great works and plan to judge? And then you expect to stand unchallenged as you do so? One of us is clearly slow of mind, but it is not me. You may not have intended your words as a challenge, but let me assure you that that is how they came across. Show yourself a little respect and do not presume to threaten me again."

[Excessus]

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"Emperor's creation? Pah." He waved a dismissive claw. "You say that as if that were something to be held in high regard. He is my lord, but I will not lie. The Emperor is not the perfect craftsman. The Thunder Warriors rot away as they live. Out of 20 Legions, 2 astartes legions along with their primarchs have been erased, and half of the remaining legions decided to strike back against him. Meanwhile  1 of the remaining loyalist legions is suffering from geneseed degeneration."

 

...and you will find me agreeing in this. The Emperor's endgame, or at least the one he told us to make us crusade, was flawed from the start. An utopian future is doomed to fail, it's better to manage humanity's flaws in an ongoing process. War, is after all, the galaxy's hygiene and will cleanse the weakness from humanity.

 

Maybe your way of replacing biological components with mechanical is the right path, or maybe the Emperor's Children's way of implanting xenos biology into themselves is the key to the future. Who knows? Maybe the XVII legion holds the key, maybe the XVth?

[BassWave]

The veteran let out another hacking and revving laugh. "I never thought that i'd agree so much with a traitor. Know this however, do not think that because I point out flaws in the Emperor's creations that I would turn against Him. In order to expunge weakness, one must first identify it. It is our duty to point out such weaknesses so that He can commit to the appropriate action."

 

He now turned to the Iron Father. "Numbers do not lie brother, and neither will I. The Emperor is my lord and master, but I will not be some snivelling sycophant, praising all his works like some religious zealot. Our Emperor is still a man, not some perfect "god". The last words were spat out in disgust.

 

Turning again to the Salamander, impatience tinged his next words. "Surely your cranial dimensions obscure it contents, or lack there of. Not once did I say that I was greater than the Emperor. Pointing out His flaws allows Him to make more efficient and swift decisions in the future."

 

He now dismissed the jade warrior, turning his back to him "Do not bother feigning threats, we all know your legion's tendency of failing to act".

 

The terminator now looked above in a darkened corner of the room, locking his gaze with the hidden camera. "I can hear you laughing, ogre. Why dont you come out and tell us what is on your mind, or whats left of it."

[Slips]

 

Turning to the Astartes of the Shattered Legions :

 

"Enough! I -- and probably everyone else gathered here -- has had enough of your Childish Bickering! Clearly the Iron Xth will never forgive the XVIIIth and the XIXth and vice versa. So drop it. What happened, happened. We have concerns that are now greater in scope to what happened on Istvaan V : The total and Utter Destruction of the Imperium. Until we prevent such a thing, you WILL work together -- at the very least on the same side." He stated, Slamming his gauntleted fist upon the table.

 

[(I should have given him a Solarite Power Gauntlet ARGHHHH HINDSIGHT WHYYYY!)]

 

After taking a moment to calm himself down, he next turned to the Single Head of the Hydra present :

 

"As distasteful as it is for me to do so, I will agree with your assessment. For only through Pain, War and Sacrifice can humanity be rid of its weak; To stop being dragged down by those who cannot stand on their own. While I would have preferred to have seen the Emperor's Utopia, as was evidenced by this Betrayal" He says looking to all the Traitors in Turn,"Clearly we had not rid Humanity of its weakness. And as such are bare witness to a future of only war."

 

Finally, turning to the IVth Legionary, badly disguised Disdain on his face : 

 

"Ah, a Son of Perturabo finally decides to 'grace' this hall. Wonderful..." 

 

(Also, still waiting for one of the Master-Craftsmen of the B&C to make a Diorama of this discussion with all characters present :p)

(P.P.S : Heathens, Wade, BCK + Anyone I might've forgotten : Get together and write a damn book! <Insert "Shut Up and Take My Money" Meme>)

[BassWave]

(Yeah Heathens, a novel from you covering the unification wars would be brutal :D I'm loving the interactions so far guys, lets keep it up!)

[Slips]

(I'm especially proud of us not having been Phosphex'd by now, round of applause all round!)

[Hyaenidae]

(I'm especially proud of us not having been Phosphex'd by now, round of applause all round!)

 

(You did read the part where I threatened to fill the room with violent and insane Thunder Warriors, right? That was the only thing I could think of that was worse than Phosphex....)

[Slips]

(Yes I did. Would make for a great novel *wink-wink nudge-nudge* :P Though yes, being burned alive can't be as bad as being ripped to shred by violent, cancer ridden, insane psychopaths that are a step between Astartes/Custodes and Primarch ..)

[Jarl Kjaran Coldheart]

(The Sons of Fenris fear no giant, regardless of how terrible they may be. Each giant is a test of our arm and our faith!)

[Castiel]

(The Sons of Fenris fear no giant, regardless of how terrible they may be. Each giant is a test of our arm and our faith!)

(And how well your limbs are attached to your body! :P )

[Soldier of Dorn]

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Turning, the gleaming eyes of the Terminator's helm fixed upon the Iron Warrior.

 

'Ah, at last, the Scions of Perturabo are repersented at long last.

And yet, you deny that we were made for anything but war. Even the Lord of Iron, violent as he was, was a craftsman also.

But I have said my piece, and I now take my leave of this place.'

The distinctive light of teleportation filled the room as the Atramentar left.

 

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Lurking in the shadows, the vox of a mighty Contemptor, clad in the livery of a Legion lost, rose to meet the debate.

 

'I know what you think of my fallen brethren, the Eaters of Worlds. The berserkers, the killers, the destroyers. I understand what the Nails have done to them, and I pity them for that.

That said, if we had not found the primarch, think how well off my Legion would be.

Think of how we could have served the Emperor in the same capacity as the Wolves do now. Think of how we would have strayed not from the arms of Terra, and been the praetorians, instead of the Fists of Dorn. Think of how we could been the epitome of courage and honour, unlike the weak-stomached Thirteenth.

We could been the glorious Twelveth! We could have had it all, but we do not.

I despise the Nails. I despise the World Eaters. But most of all, I despise Angron. If I had know what he brought upon us, I would have consigned Nuceria to Exterminatus. I would have destroyed a world, in exchange for a Legion. But Nuceria survived, for a time, and in its stead, my Legion died.

I am not a World Eater, a berserker maddened by the Nails.

I was, am, and shall be, forevermore, a Hound of War.

Salvete Omnes Bellatores Qui Canes!"

[Slips]

 

"Another Dreadnought of the XIIth Legion?" Said the Templar. "While I commend you for not falling with the rest of your brethren, the mere thought that un-nailed XIIth Legionaries would be a better fit for Preatorians of Terra is a foolish notion. Even before the arrival of your damned Primarch, your legion showed a predisposition for barely controlled rage. Something unbecoming of a would-be guardian."

 

"But that is but a trifle matter in the grand scheme of things. I am proud to have an honored Contemptor stand among us loyalists. Be at peace, Cousin."

 

 

(the other WE/WH Dread is Relict , IIRC, Btw)

[Soldier of Dorn]

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Gears ground as the Venerable turned to face the Templar.

 

"You speak of rage as if it is something to be condemned. Nothing could be further from the truth. Rage makes us strong, it is what drives us, my young cousin. Rage gives us purpose.

"A warrior without rage is akin to a Wolf without mjod. A warrior with rage fights long, and hard, for as long as he can. If a warrior loses that, as with the Iron Tenth, then he is no longer truly a warrior. He is only a butcher.

"I celebrate rage as the highest good, and I condemn madness."

[Hyaenidae]

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The old Iconoclast stood alongside the War Hound chassis and rounded on the Templar, snarling with anger, his weathered and scarred face twisted with emotion.

 

"Don't. You. Dare. Do not dishonour the War Hounds with such words, son of Dorn. Their purpose of old was to act as the weapon that would never halt, never dull, never take one step back. Their tasks were so dire and violent, that not even your Legion could defeat the targets they were set upon, lest a Legion be crippled in it's infancy. Remember Cerberus, remember the renegade and outlawed Thunder Warriors who made their stand. Remember the piles of War Hounds surrounding each corpse."

 

"And note that should the VII Legion had been set upon the same task, the warriors of Roma would have lost twice as many."

 

Turning to the War Hound, the Iconoclast set his hand gently against the Raptor Imperialis embossed on it's hull, identical to the one that rested upon the XVII Legionaire's shoulder plate. His face softened, sorrow lining his eyes as he looked up to the Dreadnought's optical feeds.

 

"I fear, brother, that we have much in common, and all of it painful. Had we the foresight to see into our Legions' futures, we would have been better off strangling our cursed Fathers the second we found them. We are the last of a dying breed, but for the Emperor and Terra, we must stand against the madness. Even if that means standing against our own Legions. And with you, noble cousin, I will stand at your side."

[Iron Father Ferrum]

"Anger is a weapon only in the hands of your opponent, pup. It overpowers reason, denies tactics, and drives you into the arms of the enemy on their terms. We of the Tenth act without rage --as butchers, as you say -- because it is more efficient to do so than it is to charge into the teeth of the enemy powered by an emotion."

[Slips]

(Damnit Heathens, this'll be hard to reply to since I'm also firmly in the War Hounds > World Eaters Camp :( ...should make for a good brain-wracking in search of a good retort...)

[Soldier of Dorn]

(Dagnabbit, I was going to call out DEF for being an Iron Man, but then I realised... I'M A DREADNOUGHT)

[BassWave]

(@YFNPsycho- You might be a dreadnought but you don't have to like it. For all we know, you could have been forced in it. Not everyone likes being put in those things)

 

The tartoros terminator turned to his cataphractii armed brother. "You would deny the advantages emotions give us? Anger helps give strength behind our blows, lust for vengeance allows us to get on our feet when others would have been defeated. Remember brother even hatred is an emotion, and what remains of our blood burns with it. Anger and hatred, when controlled, can be as deadly as any other weapon."

 

"Know this Warhound, our hearts may have died at Istvaan, but the Tenth burns with rage. Do not mistake our icy demeanor as being emotionless".

[Loesh]

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The Son of Fulgrim watched, quite amused.

 

"The Loyalists are worse then ants, they almost all share some degree of mindlessness, but at least ants have the good sense not to infight over which is more mindless then the other."

[Iron Hands Fanatic]

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The Tenth Legionary snorted, the faint whirr of motors just audible as the cybernetics in the side of his throat slid apart, raising his head to reveal eyes as cold and pitiless as the land his Legion hailed from.

 

"Rail and moan, bicker and mock - your flaw is more obvious with each word uttered.

 

None of this...misfortune would have occured if you had not deigned to question your purpose - we were the blood of Terra, cast into these forms for one purpose - the dominion of humanity.

 

We were made to kill and to die, to break and to conquer.

 

For some of you, that was too much, too brutal, too unforgiving. For others, it wasn't enough - you dreamed of more, of glory and knowledge, of power and ownership.

 

In the end, you all failed to be the weapons you were forged to be - the only mistake the Emperor ever made was giving half of you enough grey matter to think above your station."

[Soldier of Dorn]

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The war-engine of the dead Twelveth blazed into life, the distinctive sound of its conversion beamer whining to charge, and aimed it at the son of Fulgrim.

 

"Ants? Do not test me, Imperfection. I fought in campaigns the like of which you only dream of, and I was there at the Sa'afrik Liberation, commanding my brothers. In any other forum, I would as soon crush you beneath my heel, and destroy your works, as I would a xenos pest,  for such a insult. But not here. Not now. But know this, little cousin, know this: One day, when the future is dark and grim, there will be a reckoning,and I will destroy you. Now, who do you think is the ant?"

 

The ancient weapon powered down as the War Hound faced the repersentitives of the Iron Tenth.

 

"Ah, Sons of Medusa, your hypocrasy is apparent for all to see. You cannot even agree amongst yourselves whether emotion is weakness. You bicker like small children, arguing over playthings. I pity you."

 

(OOC: On a sidenote, are we missing any legions now?)

[carpediem]

 

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The war-engine of the dead Twelveth blazed into life, the distinctive sound of its conversion beamer whining to charge, and aimed it at the son of Fulgrim.

 

"Ants? Do not test me, Imperfection. I fought in campaigns the like of which you only dream of, and I was there at the Sa'afrik Liberation, commanding my brothers. In any other forum, I would as soon crush you beneath my heel, and destroy your works, as I would a xenos pest,  for such a insult. But not here. Not now. But know this, little cousin, know this: One day, when the future is dark and grim, there will be a reckoning,and I will destroy you. Now, who do you think is the ant?"

 

The ancient weapon powered down as the War Hound faced the repersentitives of the Iron Tenth.

 

"Ah, Sons of Medusa, your hypocrasy is apparent for all to see. You cannot even agree amongst yourselves whether emotion is weakness. You bicker like small children, arguing over playthings. I pity you."

 

(OOC: On a sidenote, are we missing any legions now?)

 

 

(According to my crib notes, no, beyond the ones that ought to be.)

[BassWave]

The members of the Tenth now stood united, a phalanx of iron and contempt. One pointed at the Contemptor with a talon.

 

"Disagreements lead to discussion. Intelligent discussion leads to new perspective in which more efficient alternatives can be extrapolated. It is through disagreement that we find weakness in order to crush it beneath our heel. There is nothing hypocritical about it. Had your legion engaged in such intelligent discourse, perhaps your legion would not be in its current predicament. But perhaps anything in regards to intelligence is too much to ask from the Twelfth?"

 

The veteran gestured with his talons towards his brothers as he continued speaking. "The clans of Medusa all acknowledge that we have different views on what is more efficient. However, do not think for a second that we are a fractured legion, warring on itself. We stand together as one in times of great strife, despite our disagreements. That's more that can be said of most legions..." The terminator's gaze fell upon the ebon knight as he spoke the last line.

[Slips]

 

The Templar looked to the Iconoclast. Not as a superior looking down but as an equal, his stone cold demeanor broken by a sudden flash of rage in his eyes.

 

(I will also take this moment to retcon my Templars Gear and say he has  Solarite Power Gauntlet with an integrated Volkite Serpenta and a Black-Bladed Power Sword...You have no idea how much this little detail has been eating at me...)

 

Clenching his Power Gauntlet, He looked first to the Raptor Imperialis Upon the Iconoclast, then to his own embossed upon his breastplate and finally into the Herald's own eyes. Then said :

 

"Do not mistake my stating of facts to be a Dishonor to the War Hounds of Old! I would sooner have them at our side than the base savages that now occupy their Legions slot on the Registries!" He said placing his palm upon the Raptor on his chest, " We of Terran blood must stand united! But neither will I turn a blind eye to a psychological disposition displayed by the Legionnaires of the Old XIIth."

 

" I will never deny the prowess showed by them, for my First Captain, Exemplar of my own Legion learned extensively at their hands, aboard their ships. And I do not begrudge them the duty of exterminating of our degenerate Predecessors, " He says looking to the hidden pict-cameras "They performed as Astartes should have and nothing more. So long as the task was completed, you will hear no complaints from I."

 

Turning to the Venerable Terran Brother, the Templar calmed and answered:

 

"I do not condemn rage. I condemn Uncontrolled Rage. For without restraint and the ability to control ones self, you begin to lose your very humanity. Hatred. Now that is much more suitable emotion for ones such as us. For Hate begets the very rage you seek, however, it gives that rage a purpose. A Target. A sense of self despite the vision-blurring rage. Turn yourself to Hatred of what your Legion has become and you will find more than enough rage to fill you. At the same time, you will not fall prey to the fate of the Eaters of Worlds."

 

"For one such as yourself to have been interred into a Contemptor-Pattern Dreadnought, unwilling to relinquish his life and maintaining his relentless drive to see things to the end, for that, you have but my Respect, Hound of War."