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++ March of the Legions: XX Legion ++


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Brothers, sisters, chaverim, I regret to say that I shan't fulfil my oath. After a run of busy weekends (birthdays & farewelling friends moving overseas), I relied on a quiet weekend to put my mini together & apply paint. Alas, on Friday night, I did myself some damage courtesy of car door & my right hand is currently bandaged.

 

Just got confirmation this arvo that I've broken 3 fingers, and they'll be bandaged for a while. This means I can't hold a mini to paint, let alone my brush.

 

I probably won't be able to fulfil an oath for next month, either, but as I did have aome fluff on the go, might contribute that at least. :(

Brother I hope you called a techpriest to attend your car

 

Bad luck on the hand situation :/

 

I feel for you

We are Legion

Legion rank designate, Commander.
Name designate, Cobran.
Company designate, unknown (several aliases known to be in use, including  the 11th Recon Unit, the Iron Star Chapter, and a terrorist cell known only to local populace as 'Kobra,' among others)
Several engagements of note, including Istvaan V, where his unit successfully ambushed the Raven Guard vanguard and infiltrated into their ranks. 

Pic Caps shown here from Drop Site Massacre, recovered from downed servo-drones.

 

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Cobran sighed. Another day wasted, another meaningless task completed. He longed for a challenge, a mission fit for one of his skill and stature. Looking around, squad mates setting up a redoubt, to await them in case they needed to come back to this desolate place. He sighed again.
"Commander," his second voxed. He could never remember their names. "New orders, The Pale requests us to redeploy to the front lines after our mission here is complete. He said it was time for a test run. Your orders?"
The Pale. A new deployment. Test run? Perhaps.... No, he couldn't mean....The Dominator?
With a smile, Cobran replied "Signal the Sampi, we leave once the last squad is onboard." 
​Maybe we'll have a challenge after all....

Submission complete!

 

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The saboteur known as Alpha's Blade was active throughout the Heresy. Reports always varied in their description of the armour he wore, and it is believed that he may have made constant alterations to his armour to repair or personalize it, or that there may be more than one agent operating under the name. Many loyalist vehicles that met suspicious ends were credited to him, and any loyalist able to track him was quickly crippled by his power knife before being executed by plasma pistol.

Ok here is my submission for a legion I never thought I would paint. Photos aren't the best, but it's the best I could do for now.

And now some fluff for the fluff god.

XX Legion Moritat

Name: Unknown

Loyalty: Unknown

This member of the XX legion was seen during the Istvaan V dropsite massacare leading a Destroyer squad. They would go on to kill many of their former brothers but seemed to target members of the XIX legion over others. But there are confusing reports of them killing members of the XII legion that were about to wipe out groups of surviving elements of the XIX legion, only to then harass the same surivors. They would never fully engage the survivors, only drive them further on with hit and run tactics. The moritat of the squad seemed supremely skilled at targeting hands and weapons to disable his enemies from fighting back. It is speculated that he either enjoyed toying with his enemies and prolonging the hunt or he never intended to kill them, but to push them on for some unknown reason.

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Looks like I won't be able to finish in time.

In my defence, I did just move out, which took more time and energy than I had anticipated. I should've gotten started painting earlier.

 

I do plan on completing the model, along with the Raven Guard, before the end of December. 

Holstrad backed away, hitting the wall with an audible thump, almost soiling himself as Ruin lashed an arm out and ripped the recorder from where it nestled in his clothes and threw it off into the darkness around the hall. Trembling violently, he raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, struggling to form words.

 

"Bu..........But.........But.....But why? I am a servant of the Emperor, as are you-"

 

"Silence." The word was a small breath in the air but it may as well have been a psychic slap, Holstrad's jaws clicked as he snapped his mouth shut. Ruin calmly drew his bolt pistol, methodically chambering a round.

 

"I almost pity you mortal. You have intelligence, you have wit yet you refuse to use them. You sit, like the billions of others on Terra's soil, peering into the darkness, waiting for the monsters of your darkest imaginings to emerge. You crave to be told comforting lies when if you merely looked at the bigger picture unfolding you would see truth, amidst falsehoods. You have only to look at the ripples echoing across the Segmenta and you would know, as only precious few do of what is to come. Angron, Mortarion, Magnus the Red, Perturabo, Sanguinius, Horus Lupercal, Roboute Gulliman, Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan, The Lion, Konrad Curze, Lorgar Aurellian. They are coming. All of them are coming to Terra. Valdor knows it, Dorn knows it, even that little worm Malcador knows it."

 

Horror blossomed slowly across Holstrad's face as the implications of Ruin's words sunk in. It would be genocide of the Terran population. Even if the Loyal Legions were to emerge victorious it would be to reign over the wasteland of Old Earth.

 

"I know that! But I am loyal-"

 

"No mortal. You serve the whims and plots of lesser men. You are not loyal to the Emperor of Mankind and you have not been for many years"

 

Without pause Ruin aimed his pistol down the hall and fired. The shell, specially prepared detonated two seconds later. Placing his finger over his lips to indicate silence, he stepped in closer to the cowering human,

 

"You are not loyal to the Emperor human. But you shall be again"

 

 

 

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I present Ruin, Champion of the XXIII Legion (make of that what you will)

 

Not really happy with how it's turned out since the mix for the blue was an absolute nightmare to get right. Managed it the first couple of times but for the last two coats messed it up it seems.

 

Going to need a lot of practice before trying this technique again I think

XX LEGION, ALPHA LEGION.

Sergeant "Alpharius- Alpha".

Seeker kill-team.

Unknown Company.

Unknown Chapter.

"I am Alpharius. I am Legion"

Little is known of this astartes marine, except for his rank and the code name "Alpharius-Alpha" used by the sergeant. Some believe the combination of "Alpharius" and "Alpha" is perhabs a designation within a specialist circle of the XX legion, using the greco alphabet as personal code names. He is believed to be an assasination operative, specilized in infiltrating warzones and eliminating enemy HQ.

Sergeant "Alpha" is depicted here wearing a modified MKIV "stealth" suit of unknown origin with camelioline camouflage cover. He is seen here equiped with a tigrus patter bolt pistol, a combat knife, a modified bolter of unknown mark, a radar-tracker and a locater beacon. The white stripe on his helmet is believed to be some sort of rank indicator. His left knee pad is coloured in legion heraldry and carries the symbol "Alpha", hence the use of this letter for his code designation.

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+++ Only known image captured of sergeant "Alpha", taken by surveillance cameras during the scouring of Ganus V. +++

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He ran. He had not ran so fast in his life. For 27 years, Gregoris Althur had been the lord goberner of Qelea ever since his Imperial fleet had found the planet and added it to the Emperors domain. For 27 years he had never the most powerfull and respected man in his realm and his subjects had bowed to him, none daring to opose him. And yet now he ran.

He hurried down the dark alley, pasing by statues of himself, ancient people forgotten from the pages of history and symbols of the Imperiums might. Finally, he reached the Gates of Triumph, a giant building of white stone with a golden Eagle carved into it, and kept running into the burning streets. He thought to himself he would be able to loose the assassins in the city streets, among the smoke and fire. These nameless assassins who had come from the shadows and mercilessly killed his body guard but had failed to kill him. Or perhabs that was not their intention.

He stopped and went into a small alley and hid behind a column. He had felt like he was being watched ever since they first appeared. He was a nervous wreck, trembling with fear, barely able to concentrate, his breath hissing in and out of his lungs after the immens physical stress and the adrenaline. He took a deep breath and thought to himself that finally, FINALLY, he had lost those assassins. A smug grin appeared on his face. Finally...

His last thought was interrupted as a mass-reactive shell exploded a meter above his head, carving deeply into the stone and covering him in dust and shrapnel. He turned and looked down the alley. All he could see was a figure blending into its surroundings, as if it was there and not there at the same time. And its eyes. To burning red eyes that stared at him, burning into his mind. He pulled his pistol attempting but shoot at the figure, but in three long steps it had grabbed his arm and broken his wrist in one quick movement. It released his hand and grabbed him around his neck, lifting him up from the ground, looking straight at him. Gregoris, started panting and coughing, small droplets of blood leaving his lips as he spoke: "Who... What... are... You?..."

"I am Alpharius. I am legion.". There was a loud crack as the space marine twisted his wrist and broke Gregoris neck. After 27 years thinking he was immortal, Gregoris Althur finally succumbed to the destiny of all men: Death.

The marine recorded the death of the Lord Gobernor as proof. As he walked away, blending into the shadows once again he opened a vox link to his commanding officers: "Ithus here. The traitor is dead."

(Pardon my fingers, I dont have a photo booth sweat.gif )

Also I cant get the damn spoiler tags to work... So sorry for the "repost" of the fluff.

Damn Anaziel, that is one hell of an Alpha Legionnaire... I love your idea for the camo. Really well done.

Right! Obligatory five photos of my guy, with fluff posted a page or so ago...

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Once again, big ups to the Mods for running this!

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