Legion Smack Talk Thread

[Russ Brother 92]

((Ever since Slipstreams suggested I do a different Legion, I've actually been meaning to reintroduce myself as a different kind of Terran White Scar than BL has shown us. Just been waiting for a good jumping in point.))

 

(Now seems as good as any - we've got myself and my brethren of the Xth at the throats of most everyone - ironically even more so than most of the traitors - and most everyone else either holding back or in full-on conflict mode) :D

[Conn Eremon]

((I won't have the time to really write something for a while, maybe tonight. But I meant more that somebody says something that I have a good comeback for that could double as an introduction. So let the smack talk recommence!))

[Castiel]

(Now seems as good as any - we've got myself and my brethren of the Xth at the throats of most everyone - ironically even more so than most of the traitors - and most everyone else either holding back or in full-on conflict mode)

(Speaking of which are you planning to reply to my Salamander's last comment? :P May be stirring the pot a bit)

[Russ Brother 92]

*raising a tenuously poised short sword from behind his erstwhile discarded shield, the son of Ferrus points it towards the throat of the Salamander...*

 

" cousin I think I am correct in my assumption then that you deem your primarch more worthy than mine? That you consider that which is lost of more strength than that which fought and died so a treaty of cowards could have their day and countless whore-sons could scheme more? For I count your father among those cowards... His disappearance post-haste was nothing more than the cloak of treason... He evidently conspired with the Raven to leave my father dead upon those sands... As neither of them were willing to stand here and defend themselves YOU shall have to do! Kneel fireborn and have your head struck from your shoulders as recompense - then our legions will be even, then the slight against the children of Medusa will be expunged!"

[Slips]

 

"So long as you are in this hall, Iron Hand, you Will stay your blade. Your threats of violence and aggression do you no good here and will avail you naught but your own demise."

 

"We should be more concerned with the continued lack of a Speaker for the White Scars for they continue to prove to be wild cards in this debacle and knowing where their loyalties truly lie(lay?) would be a great boon, for when the time comes I'd rather know who I'd have to cut down rather than risk falsely accusing an ally due to a lack of information." Said the Templar, looking at the members of the Shattered Legions.

 

(I did it Cormac! It was cheesy and not as thought out as I wanted it to be but I DID IT!)

[Castiel]

*raising a tenuously poised short sword from behind his erstwhile discarded shield, the son of Ferrus points it towards the throat of the Salamander...*

 

" cousin I think I am correct in my assumption then that you deem your primarch more worthy than mine? That you consider that which is lost of more strength than that which fought and died so a treaty of cowards could have their day and countless whore-sons could scheme more? For I count your father among those cowards... His disappearance post-haste was nothing more than the cloak of treason... He evidently conspired with the Raven to leave my father dead upon those sands... As neither of them were willing to stand here and defend themselves YOU shall have to do! Kneel fireborn and have your head struck from your shoulders as recompense - then our legions will be even, then the slight against the children of Medusa will be expunged!"

 

The Salamander's red eyes looked at the Iron Hand's blade with contempt, not even deigning to draw a weapon in response to the threat.

 

"I did not say that Vulkan was greater than Manus, although he was clearly more in control of his emotions, a failing you seem to share with your Lord. Vulkan and the Raven both made mistakes before Istvaan V too, they should have refused to send their forces onto the world until all the reinforcements had arrived, but they didn't and the end result is clear. And as for Vulkan's disappearance he was last seen wreathed by fire in the middle of a bombardment sent by Perturabo himself. I choose to believe that Vulkan lives, but the evidence may currently point to the contrary.

 

You are clearly unbalanced following the great betrayal that we have suffered, and you are seeing traitors where there are none. You have few enough allies as it stands, you would do well not to alienate those few left to you. The fact that Vulkan and Corax survived that day and your father didn't shows that they were lucky enough and quick enough to fall back and live to fight another day. Do not sully their names and disgrace your Legion by daring to utter that they planned to leave your master dead upon Istvaan." He reached up and batted the Medusan's blade aside. "Yours was not the only Legion to suffer and bleed on that world. You may have lost your Lord, but I lost many more brothers than your Legion did that day. We all suffered on Istvaan. Do not forget that, and do not raise a blade to me again."

[BassWave]

The veteran gave a glare to the breacher that emanated impatience despite the emotionless features of his helm. "Silence, the both of you. If the reptile wants to waddle in the mud of ignorance, then let him brother. Do not sully our Legion's reputation with this petty charade. We have already settled this matter of the false pretense that our father lost composure at Istvaan. Let the parrots repeat their meaningless phrases. Rationalizing with those of base intelligence is pointless. If you truly wish to exact vengeance on him, red taloned one, then save it for the dueling cages. Until then, sheathe your blade before I snap it in two. My promise from earlier still stands, brother."

 

The veteran now nodded to the Templar. "I have conflicting sources regarding the Scars of Chogoris. It would behoove them to send a representative here to clear their name once and for all."

[Russ Brother 92]

"I shall stay my blade as you wish Lord... If only so I don't go the traitors hovering a reason to stab me in the back..."

 

staring at the salamander... Mechanical eyes boring into the pits of crimson in his head...*

 

"Salamander, if you wish to prove yourself meet me in the dueling cages after this council and we shall see what is strongest... Iron or Drake!"

 

"as for the sons of Chogoris, they are more inclined to stay in their saddles and ride across a thousand worlds than stand still for one day... I won't deny it honoured brothers and wretched traitors gathered here - these warriors, for they ARE warriors, are the sons of the Storm, they fight, live and die like a swarm of locusts... Harrying their foe to watch him bleed from a thousand cuts, never staying in one place long enough to be caught and always cutting away at whichever cancer they're facing... An answer from them is appropriate at word and necessary at best."

[Castiel]

"Are you so eager to die and join your Lord?"

[Iron Father Ferrum]

"Are you so eager to die and join your Lord?"

 

The Cataphractii-armored Iron Hand steps back into the conversation, half-raising both his power fists and closing the giant, lightning-arced fingers into fists.

 

"Are you?" his voiced grated out of his vox-caster.

[Castiel]

 

The Cataphractii-armored Iron Hand steps back into the conversation, half-raising both his power fists and closing the giant, lightning-arced fingers into fists.

 

"Are you?" his voiced grated out of his vox-caster.

 

"It was your intemperate brother of Morragul that was challenging me to a duel. Seeing as he was only a short time ago threatening to take my head I can only assume that he wishes to take this to the death, Sanguis extremis, although that would not end well for him. If he merely wishes to take it to first blood then I would be happier, I would rather not slay an ally, no matter how churlish they are."

[Russ Brother 92]

*An unnatural sound fills the room, like a baneblade revving engines or a mighty warlord titan marching across the plains of some desolate wasteland... It is the sounds of anger dissipating through the vox grill of the Breacher*

 

"Son of Vulkan, you speak with words more akin to the pride-hungry spawn of Olympus or the craven snakes of Alpharius... We shall meet at the dueling cages and I SHALL spill first blood, for a simple reason... I have NO blood in me, I have become close to the majestic Omnissiah, my heart is one of the few remaining parts of flesh remaining and I assure you it is secure behind the layers of steel, iron and plasteel... The other reason I will take your blood first is equally obvious, I am breacher of the Clan Morragul, we were scorned for our savagery even by our Lord Ferrus, we are those who break the unbreakable and breach the bridges of ships even as they die to our fleets guns! We do not stay our hands, we do not relent and we do NOT retreat!"

[Castiel]

"You are a fool, son of Manus, a very great fool. You are a simple breacher, and yet you think you can beat a captain of the Salamanders, you have neither the equipment nor the skill at arms to defeat me. At the very least your defeat might serve to end your prattling."

[Slips]

 

"Then so be it, cousins of the Xth and XVIIIth, depart post-haste to the dueling grounds and enact your so eagerly awaited duel. May we be rid of your childish bickering and move on to more pressing matters!"

 

"If, however, you were both capable of regaining your composure and wished to remain here, then you will both have to agree to disagree and move on. No use dwelling on the past, we must look to the future and live in the present if we are to break the spines of these weak-willed traitors and show them the price for their treachery."

[Castiel]

(How would we handle the duel? Send someone impartial the details of our characters and get them to roll it up? I'd quite like to see the results tbh )

[Slips]

(I think it would have to be part of another thread, but, you could do it PnP/D&D style, the problem would be how to deal with rolls and the like.)

[Hyaenidae]

No, that would fall under the realm of Role-playing, which is not allowed on the board. This is a smack TALK thread, not a smack DOWN thread. Use words, not weapons, or this thread, which has been balancing on a razors-edge since inception, will be put down without compassion.

 

Period, end of sentence.

 

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[Slips]

(Aye! Aye! Capn'! Message received loud n' Clear!)

[Castiel]

(Fair enough, sorry for the infringement)

[Conn Eremon]

“That’s the crux of it, isn’t it?”

 

The voice came from a figure seated away from the grandiose table, against a wall of the cavernous room. It was a Legionary, obvious more for the size of him than the armor itself. He was armored in white, dashed with crimson lightning bracketing a golden raptor’s head. His head was bare and clean-shaven, though long, white whiskers hung from his heavily scarred and wrinkled face. As the room turned its attention to him, he looked up from the small piece of wood he had been idly whittling away at, the details of which lost in the gloom.

 

“Weapons come to us easier than words because we are weapons. We were made to be so, and our artisanship was exquisite. Words of honey are for the Iterators that follow us, for we speak with the roar of bolter and chainsword. And so we will always reach for our blades when faced with opposition, rather than reach within ourselves and defy in voice. Is this truth not evident for all? There, the Iron Hands will gladly raise their arms against any and all, regardless of allegiance, the Salamanders and Ravens all too happy to oblige. The Bearers of the Word have uncovered a different kind of truth, one that casts another in the light as a lie. They do not look inwards, to determine which truth matters more, which truth should be and which should not be. They take to their weapons, and they fight for the new truth. Their only use for words is as weapons in this new fight, and they cast them like ammunition. This is who we are. What we were made to be. What we could never not be.”

 

With those last words, the White Scar stood and strode to the table, positioning himself between an Imperial Fist and Salamander.

 

“Because we are not free. We are, each of us, slaves to something. Whether we know it or not. To learn to love the caress of the whip and embrace of chains does not change that. Yes, Child of the Emperor, that was a pointed remark. But neither is it changed when our master glows so bright as to make us blind to the shackles. I fought alongside the Emperor once. Not very far from here, in fact. Long before the Palace had enveloped this region. I felt his power and his drive, as if his presence threatened to overpower my very existence. I saw how easy it is to become so enthralled with him, as to lose all will other than his own. It is a simple thing, to give one’s life to another in servitude. I see many here with that look in their eyes, and not all in the Emperor’s name. My Legion has become something . . . very different than I can still recall. But one thing has remained the same. Love of freedom. A curse now. There is no freedom to win, to fight for. No matter which way I turn, I can feel the chains waiting for me. We will never be free. No more than a sword in hand will ever be free of the bloodshed. But this all began somewhere. Though there is no path before me that can lead to what I most desire, all paths forward originate from the same one. I may never be free. But I can allow myself to be used as a weapon, against he who first enslaved me.”

 

The White Scar turned to look at the Imperial Fist, honest sadness in his eyes.

 

“When the time comes, the V Legion will stand beside you, clad in honor and loyal to the end. I will not be among their number. Raise your blades then, not before.”

[Castiel]

The Salamander shook his head. "We will remain. There are more pressing matters at hand than this squabble, and this debate takes precedence. We will speak no more of the matter for now, but if the Iron Hand still wishes a duel when this is done then I will oblige him. But for now we must return to the debate."

[Slips]

 

After the Scars speech, the Templar removed his helmet to reveal strong square features and white hair, slicked back - a feature most unusual for a non-Inwit and looks to him, square in the eyes and lets loose a deep sigh bordering on disappointment and sadness.

 

"So be it, son of the Storm. While I will not hide that I am disappointed at your final choice, I will not stop another Terran from choosing their own Fate for we have earned such a right. You have your own reasons and while I may not agree with them, it would be my honor to face you in combat before the Gate when the time comes. At least you have not stained your hands with the blood of your Brothers in a cowardly act of Treason."

 

"Though the news that your Father and Brothers will stand with us at the gate brings me great relief."

 

As he finishes, he grasps his helm in his Solarite Gauntlet and holds it in the crook of his arm and extends his other hand forward to the Storm Rider.

 

(ooohhhhh Renegade White Scar, I like, I like! Nicely done Cormac!)

[Castiel]

The Salamander nodded his agreement. "It is sad that you will not stand with us, but at least you proclaim your intent plainly and for all to hear, rather than announcing it with a knife in the back."

[Russ Brother 92]

"Salamander, whilst I brook no pardon for your earlier transgressions I will stay my hand among this council."

 

*Turning to the White Scar, noting how the scars linked together forming an ancient map of blood, glory and destruction of worthy foes...*

 

"Cousin of the Scars, I thought as one so in love with freedom you would turn away from the chains of Horus, I can understand why you might turn from the strictures of the Holy Omnissiah, but to fight alongside those craven traitors? When my Clan Lord opens the Keys of Hel we shall be waiting... As the crusader states, you are worthy of a good death, cone before my legion when that day comes and you shall be gifted that death, we will not take your head like Horus did with our father, we shall let you roam free in the plainsworlds forevermore."

 

(ooc: Really surprised that you went renegade... and now you've put a song in my head - Renegade by Hed(PE) I recommend it/them)

[Captain Nameless]

VXIII

The Salamander delicately removed his his helm with claws made for far more violent things and set the helm on the table; showing a surprisingly youthful appearance for a veteran of the Unification, noticeably lacking the hallmark onyx skin of the Salamanders, though possessing unsettlingly ember-like eyes. Then, looking to the fellow child of Terra

 

"Vth cousin, we were made to be weapons, but our natures are what truly decide that.Poets and diplomats we are not, but not all of us reach for weapons before words, as you put it. Though, many of those selected were likely chosen for the mindset you speak of.

 

And of freedom; true freedom, I feel, is the freedom to choose your master. In this I think we agree. Though, I think that one can have a master without being a slave. Answers this; did you feel those brothers who gladly served under your command were enslaved? If that is what you feel, then we don't disagree on principles, we just disagree on terminology."

 

"I understand you even if I do not agree with your decisions. Should we meet on the field of battle, you will be given a good death and a proper burial in the soil of Terra.

 

Until then, live well brother."