Shattered Suns: DW Killteam! Spots available! 12/25/17

[jaxom]

Marble shield and maybe do the more raised section of the wings (the part including the "head") red and the "feathers" silver.

[Vazzy]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2G5rfPISIwo

 

 

V

arg never sees the titan that kills him. He hears the roar of a turbofan, and is crushed beneath a giant in sable armor, a leering death mask gracing his helm. The remaining cultists roar in terror, autoguns clattering like hail on a tin roof off the artificed armor, the solid slugs pinging away, killing some of the mortals outright. 

 

These mortals are beneath me. A bolt of plasma takes the leader, his face covered by a leering daemon mask: it does little to protect him as his torso is cored by the ancient pistol. My boot claims another, striking the fleeing woman with such force that she is propelled through a nearby wall, her chest caved in. The last one, a cowering man, no more than 14 stands before me, weapon slack. I feel no pity as I knock his head clean off with my maul, not even deigning to activate the energy field. I see my brothers status indicators in the corner of my eye as I push forward, maul knocking four or five humans away with each swing. My plasma pistol is holstered, the chaff I kill beneath its dignity. 

 

The Chaplain is a true Angel of Death, his armor festooned with honor cords, skulls and Litanies of Righteous Hatred. His eyes are a hellish red, set in a grinning Death's Head, the memento mori a terrifying vision for the men in front of him. His vox grille rings out with benedictions and cries of righteous anger, the marines beside him fighting like men possessed.  The Space Marines use their bulky jump jets to push towards the chanting Word Bearer Priest, whose skin is ghastly purple, with curling horns rising up from his skull. His armor is almost a mirror of the warrior in black, though it is a corrupted vision, a walking nightmare. his smiles as he sees the Imperial Chaplain snap the spine of an acolyte across his knee and toss the body away effortlessly. The Dark Apostle spreads his arms in pleasure. "Cousin, I'm so glad you could be here to witness my ascension!"

 

I say nothing. What is there to say? He is bastard and a traitor. He deserves nothing but death. He cocks his head at my silence, puzzled. "Come now! Surely you have some sort of speech or monologue before we engage in battle?" My laughter comes out ragged, like the buzzing of a malfunctioning engine. I shake my head, and raise the juddering plasma pistol, the coils steaming as rain begins to drizzle down. I'm tired of the Word Bearers theatrics. I long for an honest fight, perhaps against the greenskins or the eldar. Yes. The Eldar, at least they know something of honor. He starts to move, but he is too slow. In the ruins of a forgeworld, a new sun is born. 

 

Chaplain Octavian, battle priest of 5th Company stands up to his knees in ragged bodies. Blood runs across the street, the thick liquid drying slowly in the cool air, running in between the cracks of this doomed world. The Dark Apostle has no body from the torso up, and the black iron crozious falls from his grip with a clang as the body slumps to one side. His assault squad is untouched saved for chipped paint and blood, and they look to him expectantly. He laughs, the sound darkly brutal despite the atmosphere, and an undercurrent of disgust tints the sound. " Sic Semper Traitoris!" He roars, raising his own golden maul high into the air. His jump pack coughs to life and he bounds forwards, an Angel of Death, bringing destruction to the enemy beneath him. 

 

[ Gaius Octavian, Death Speaker of 5th, 'The Zealot']

(Octavian prior to Aftuí was a only a novitiate of the Chaplaincy, though his master, Sextus fell early into the Second Shadow war, forcing Octavian to don the mantle of Chaplain far sooner than anticipated. He is rarely far from his Captain's side, and as a point of fact often is alongside Assault Squad Domin, the Captain's unofficial Singulares. It is rumored that he has little respect for the newest members of 5th in their Primaris brethren, despite his efforts to integrate them into the Chapter culture.)

 

[believed to be Primaris Lieutenant Maximus-more information pending....]

Edited June 29, 2017 by Vazzy

[Vazzy]

 

+++Inquisition Eyes Only+++

++++Clearance Protocols: A-45//DGT5++++

++Profile- Arianna++

Age: Unknown-Appears as Young woman in early 20’s

Appearance: Pale skin, Blue/black hair (Subject will wear regular attire if necessary, but almost always chooses to be clad in ritual outfit.)

Powers: Precognition- Alpha plus levels

 

The Shattered Suns have long demonstrated an uncanny ability to be in the corrects place at the correct time to prevent disasters that may have damaged the Imperium, whether it was the destruction greenskin hosts massing near the Hriving Sector, or interceding during the Chaos Incursion on Malti. The Inquisition had long assumed that it was particularly powerful precognition from the Chapters Librarius, or perhaps the Emperor’s own intervention.

 

 

 

This, of course, was not the case.  The Shattered Suns used a Seer, infused with the power of the warp, and ripped from the hands of the Word Bearers 10,000 prior in the Wars of the Heresy. Called Arianna, the Seer was more than just a woman with psychic strength; she became a vessel for a spirit or daemon that aided the Suns. How this…thing… has existed for 10,000 years, in the same body is…questionable. I suspect some sort of possession of a new host, or clones of the original body. In any case, this woman has been a guide to the Shattered Suns, and her prophecies led to their intervention at Aftuí, and in effect, their near extinction. Whether or not this misfortune was intentional, or perhaps a poor decision by the Chapter’s Leadership, I can’t say. Tsoltus was less than accommodating when I demanded she accompany me with my Warband for study, but he had little choice, knowing that the Chapter had relied on the potentially heretical powers to make a difference.

 

 

 

Arianna, on the whole, is pleasant, if somewhat disconcerting. Her mind retains the memories of 10,000 years, and her first comment was ‘How much like your ancestors you look. They’d be proud of you.’ She then predicted that my acolyte Bran would fall the following month, torn asunder by Hounds of brass and blood. She would be correct, though I don’t know how, with even Cador noting he’d felt no  stirring in the Warp as she made her pronouncement. Further study is necessary.

 

Inquisitor Artemis Glaber

Field Notes: Warband Profile

 

[Vazzy]

 

 

The Battle of Veritas 

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eritas would be the 5th company's first major engagement following the reinforcement of the chapter with the Primaris marines. The results were...disappointing to say the least. Half of 5th companies strength would deploy to counter Dark Mechanicum forces, including the fallen Knight, "Deus Ferrum". With Intercessor Squad Ulfus and Inceptor unit Hastati supporting the 5th, battle was quickly met, with Mechanicum forces advancing quickly into position, led by the fallen knight. Unfortunately for the Heretics of the Dark Mechanicum, well positioned devastator units tore apart the errant knight, and a lightning assault br Captain Xertius and Veteran Squad Selaton mopped up the ragged remnants. 

 

[Pict Capture of Devastator Squad Ilymipiakos destroying enemy targets]

 

[squad Hitchrus-Unit would take 60% Casualties, though all would return to action. Credited with slaying of Mechanicum Magi]

 

 

[Captain Xertius leads a daring deep strike on enemy rearguard]

 

Unfortunately for the 5th company, their Primaris deployment was a failure. Squad Ulfus failed to eliminate a single target, and quickly found itself cut off and overwhelmed by heretek thralls. Depressingly, Squad Ulfus failed to account for a single enemy target being eliminated. Vox traffic indicates the Squad Ulfus overestimated their own capabilities, and underestimated that of the enemy. Ulfus would survive, but this was not the only case of the Primaris marines failing. Inceptor Squad Hastati fell attempting a codex approved flanking maneuver that saw them bracketed by Castellax class automata. Inceptor Squad Hastati eliminated one such unit before charging the second, failing to account for magi support. All three were cut down, though geneseed was recovered. Captain Xertius noted in his own personal notes. 

 

 

 

 

"The Primaris are raw. Rawer than even scouts joining the reserve companies. Over 80% casualties versus 10% for the non primaris units. It is not encouraging, and I fear that our new brethren will not last long, especially as we continue to use the old implantation routines for the forseeable future."

 

A more crass condemnation can be found amongst the personal records of Nestus.

 

"Vat born bastards proved that they don't make the cut. Zander and Krito cut down attempting to bail them out after over extending. We've still got 15 of them, but I expect that won't last long."

Edited July 20, 2017 by Vazzy

[Noctus Cornix]

Hey brother, glad to see another update from you. Love the write-up you did for your battle and the pictures of your guys. Can't wait to see your work with the Primaris marines. :)

[Vazzy]

Hey brother, glad to see another update from you. Love the write-up you did for your battle and the pictures of your guys. Can't wait to see your work with the Primaris marines. :)

Thanks dude! I like the models but game wise they fail to perform.

[Vazzy]

Death Speaker Gaius Octavian WIP

 

 

Predator Tank 'Carnifex Ferrum' Responsible for destruction of multiple Greater Daemons

 

 

 

A lot is going on for me right now. I just started law school, and have recently relocated to Nebraska, so a lot has changed. I'm hoping to have this portion of he army done by mid September, but we shall see. Any and all C&C is appreciated!

[Vazzy]

 

As he moved up to the guard tower, Mal had to admit, deserting the guard had been the best decision he’d ever made. The T’au had accepted him with open arms, and had sent him to the former agri world of Garrosh. The planet grew various grains along with some sort of research facility, but Mal couldn’t complain. He watched the corn fields day after after day, noting the shifting in the stars and the glowing malevolence of the warp tear that split the galaxy. But that wasn’t his issue. He watched his crops, and in the morning he returned to his wife, who greeted him with a kiss and a warm meal. Yes, threat of Imperial retribution was a looming threat, but truth be told, it wasn’t something he worried about. Garrosh was far from most combat zones, though he had heard rumors of Space Marines in the sector. Of course, the ‘Angels of Death’ were merely a myth, fabled warriors lost to time, so Mal scoffed at his wife fretting.

 

As he clambered up the palisade, he pulled his cloak tighter around his body. The night air was cool, and he had no desire to catch cold. Kij stood leaning against one of the corner poles, his head leaning against it. Mal sighed. Yes, it was boring, but sleeping was unacceptable. He hissed at the lad, “Kij, wake your sorry arse up,” Mal reached out and tugged his shoulder plate, “ Cap’n will have your head…” Kij spun and tumbled to the floor, his face a weeping mess of stringy muscle and blood, the screaming face held in his hands. Mal turned to run, and suddenly felt an sting of coldness in his gut. He looked up, and was greeted with a leering skull. The voice that rumbled out was laden with disdain, and…perhaps satisfaction.

+++Sic Semper Traitoris+++

 

The blade, as long as Mal’s son was tall ripped free with a whisper and Mal collapsed, his blood steaming on the glimmering knife. He collapsed, and the last thing he heard caused him to gurgle weakly.

 

+++Hold Still. This won’t take but a moment+++

 

Brother Yassen left the human split open and hanging from the wooden structure, though he still needed a good location to leave the flayed skin. Perhaps from the statue of the towns founder, that would make it abundantly clear. He struggled not to chuckle as screams and crackling gunfire spread out across the township. It seemed his brothers were enjoying themselves almost as much as he was.

 

[brother Yassen-Recovered from Gue'vsa helmet footage]

Edited August 25, 2017 by Vazzy

[Pearson73]

Great sense of movement, nice accompanying fluff also.

[Vazzy]

Alright y'all, I need some help. I'm debating how I want to do my Reivers. I was thinking black armor with chapter shoulder plates, but was also thinking perhaps soot blackened normal armor. I'm open to suggestions. 

 

 

I've also mostly finished my Predator. Sorry for the clutter.

 

 

 

 

Great sense of movement, nice accompanying fluff also.

Thanks Pearson. Any recommendations on a color scheme?

[deathspectersgt7]

Go Black w/Chapter Pads.

[Pearson73]

Black with the chapter shoulders sounds good to me.

[Noctus Cornix]

Black Armour with the shoulder pad scheme quartered and maybe a dull gold trim or no trim at all. Kinda like the special Howling Griffons camo scheme from the Badab War

 

[Vazzy]

 

 

" The arrogance of youth is thinking that they are immortal. With age comes the knowledge that all men must die."

 

Underhive- Archamus II

 

Wave after wave of unwashed filth rushed him, screaming profanities, the low light causing the shivs they grasped in clammy hands to glitter. They labored over a growing mound of corpses, desperate to cut down the genehanced youth that held the doorway into the genatorium. The soft crack of a suppressed bolt pistol would occasionally crack out, but most of the bodies bled from deep slash wounds, the growing pool being drunk by the soft earth. Acolyte Insignio's chest heaved, the silver and red of his armor glistening a crimson, the paint battered and chipped. His face is tattooed with blood, and the long silver blade he grasps is slippery with blood. 

 

"Sergeant, I can't hold much longer. Munitions and stamina are running low." 

 

He hisses in pain as a knife skitters off of his carapace to embed itself in his bicep. His arm darts out and the cultist collapses, skull shattered by his bolt pistol. His knife guts a women charging him with an ax, and his steel tipped boot catches another flinging the ragged body into three of his allies. The space allows him to reload, the magazine change almost to fast for the eye to see. His pistol snaps up and fires in one fluid motion, the bolts knocking down another dozen before clicking on an empty chamber. Insignio holsters the weapon and reverses his grip on the blade, roaring as he states down his enemies. 

 

"Only in Death does duty end! Witness me my brothers!"

 

[brother Insignio would hold the Genatorium entrance for 12 hours straight, accounting for close to 400 cultist kills.]

 

[insignio sustained multiple injuries, and would spend a month in the healing vats aboard the strike cruiser. Upon his return he was elevated to a full battle brother, and was assigned to one of the 5th's devastator units.] 

 

Thanks everyone for their suggestions! Hopefully some WIPs this weekend!

[Pearson73]

Nice weathering and chipping on the scout, the muddy base looks spot on too.

[Vazzy]

The two marines stood side by side, both toting powerful boltcannons. One was clad in the armored ceramite of a full brother, but the other had on a set of carapace plate, his thick biceps bulging as he hefted the cannon. The two watched a wave of cultist surged towards their bastion like ants towards a kill. The younger one smirked, his teeth bright in the teak of his face. 

 

"I reckon the 'Reaper' will take quite the toll on these fanatics!"

 

The other astartes turned to the youth, his plasma scarred face twisted in a sneer, "Reaper. Of course you named your bolter."

 

The scout turned indignantly, "Lots of brothers name their weapons!"

 

The older warrior snorted, turning back to the oncoming horde, "Lots of bastards."

 

The dark skin scout sighed, and chambered a round, wondering how he'd ended up on the wall with the most miserable bastard in all of 5th.

 

[Neophyte Malkum-Heavy Specialist of Scout squad Itrokles]

 

[Malkum was 17 years of age at the Battle of the Blackgate, where he along with members of the 5th company's Devastator team slew close to 10,000 cultists in the span of an hour.]

 

 

[Malkum's dark skin marked him out as something of an outsider within the Shattered Suns, as most of the Chapter's warriors hailed from the Northern Kingdoms of Gratia. Most Southern champions never made it to the final tournament, as they were rarely afforded the opportunity to compete.]

Edited September 5, 2017 by Vazzy

[Noctus Cornix]

Love the work on your scout so far, brother. Especially liked the one with the combat blade and blood on his face.

[deathspectersgt7]

Ditto on the blood on Face Scout . But really liked the fluff piece on the Hvy Bolter Scout .

[Vazzy]

Love the work on your scout so far, brother. Especially liked the one with the combat blade and blood on his face.

Thanks brother. Honestly a pretty big fan of him myself hahah. Been shocked at how pleasant painting Scouts has been. 

 

Ditto on the blood on Face Scout . But really liked the fluff piece on the Hvy Bolter Scout .

Yeah haha. We'll be seeing Brother Klegayne in all his glory soon. 

[Bjorn Firewalker]

I appreciate the 'Mad Max: Fury Road' reference.

[Cryptix]

 

Witness me my brothers!"

 

 

 

 

WITNESS ME 

[Dosjetka]

Loving what you've got here, Vazzy. Keep it coming. :tu:

[Vazzy]

337th Indigan Praefects

 

 

 

 

Working on some guard models that accompany the Shattered Suns. May open a new thread for them and my inquisition stuff so idk rn. Any feedback would be appreciated!

[Noctus Cornix]

Heeey, your Praefect test model looks great all painted up, dude. I love it! :D

[Vazzy]

Shadow War: Archamus IV

It is worth noting that while the Astartes of the Shattered Sun worked to drive back the chaotic taint that infested the Archamus system, principally on the Archamus II and V, a second, more subtle, war was being waged on Archamus IV. Chaos gangs and xenos flocks, taking advantage of the chaos in system had begun to establish themselves in and  amongst the hive spires. Inquisitor Glaber, following a deployment to Archamus II found herself engaged in street to street gang fighting not only with cultists, but also other gangs. 

+++Drums in the Deep: An Account of the Underworld War that saved Archamus IV+++

 

 

 

+++Artemis Glaber, Inquistor, Lady of the Deeps, 5th of her name+++

 

The Underhive stank of piss and the cloying sweetness of spoiled fruit, as the war band moved toward the flickering neon sign that signaled the club they were investigating. "Sub-0" as it was known, was located in the upper middle of Spire 23, and the surrounding levels had recently seen a spike in suicide, violence, and heresy. The inquisitor had managed to narrow likely cult locations down to two venues. Glaber suspected that Sub-0 was the more likely candidate, though Kalid was leading a strike of Praefects against the other location. 

 

 

The club itself was lit almost solo by throbbing strobe lights, and luminescent paint. Loud, pounding music rumbled over the vox system, and a press of bodies ground on one another in the middle of the hall. As she surveyed the dance floor, she noted beautiful men and women moving amongst the crowd, pressing packets of something into their hands, or whispering in their ears. Use augmetics implanted behind her eyes, she could just make out gang tattoos and disturbingly, marks of corruption among all of the pleasure staff.  "Feth me..." she murmured. 

 

 

 

"I can arrange that," a smooth, cultured voice whispered in her ear, "Though it costs extra.." Glaber turned, finding herself face to face with a man who could only be described as rakishly handsome. He wore only a pair of silk pants, and his pale torso was crisscrossed with tattoos and glyfs of the enemy, though to the average citizen, they simply looked like perversions of classic designs. He smile, the dark hair of his beard concealing much of it. 

 

"Jessus Krist. How can I help you madam..."

 

Glaber smirked, withdrawing a las pistol. " In the name of the Inquisition, I-" She didn't get to finish, seems like she never did, before he took off in a run. He looked back once, only to turn and slam straight into Kolg, Glaber's life ward. The Ogryn leered menacingly, and behind the mutant, a man in light blue robes peered at him, his gaunt skin and pale features marking his as an a son of the Void. "Yessss," the pale one hissed, "This will do."

 

 

 

+++V'ldm'irt, Witch Kin, Son of the Void+++