+ 126th Grand Company - Iron Warriors +

[DarkVen]

That heavy bolter... I think I fell in love.

[m0nolith]

That heavy bolter, holy hell that is cool!

[RedInventor]

That dude looks awesome, nice conversion!

[Monstra Sumus]

@Everyone - Thanks guys! It took a lot of minor converting but I'm very happy with the over all progress. Just still waiting on the Medusa gun from FW, seems to be in delivery limbo. 

 

A little white note was left in my mail box, I've got a package at the front desk I'll have to pick up tomorrow, but checking my orders online it appears I can begin building The Nomos over the weekend. Field Police, here we come! 

[Monstra Sumus]

DUDWA ASHLANDS - IMPERIAL FIST FORTRESS

KARNALI MONASTERY

Vox Traffic Recording from Artillery Section 7 - Platform 1

GC - Kobol and SD - Kobol

++ K-1, report ++

++ Gun jam. Working on it ++

++ Aff. Down to my last belt. Throw me your bolter ++

On another section of the battlefield, Aikos Mataloi had received his orders and with absolute distaste set his men to the task. Was this some kind of punishment for his moment before the warsmith's or was this the touch of fate, a future destiny that struck into the hearts of the IV and turned them midnight black? Aikos alerted the Nomos acting Sergeant; a Terran survivor by the name of Mahrat. The man was more machine than flesh unlike his predecessor, Casulek. Mahrat cycled out the troops of the Nomos unit to a quartet of dour veterans afflicted in the same way as himself. These bionic reapers roamed the battlefield at Aikos behest, rounding up pre-selected members from the tactical and breaching squadrons. Mataloi resented his company commander as he watched Mahrat and his men execute the selected warriors with brutal and quick blasts of their volkite weapons. However, perhaps even more disturbing to the Master of Signals was the fact Mahrat did as he was bidden without hesitation. Maybe he'd traded a turncoat for a psychopath. Maybe he'd just sealed his own fate. His fingers gripped the ribbing on his power maul a fraction tighter.

The first stage of the company is almost completely built and is ready for a mass painting drive to finish it all by the end of August. The Field Police (Nomos) are awaiting their shoulder pads. I also have 5 MK6 Marines I'm going to bolster my Tactical Squad with but need to source 5 bolter hands for them at some point.

Thank you for looking!

BT

[Monstra Sumus]

DUDWA ASHLANDS - IMPERIAL FIST FORTRESS

KARNALI MONASTERY

The sound of thunder approached, but it wasn't the boom of the guns. No, this was something else. Boom, boom, boom.

It was rhythmic, steady and it made your organs rattle about inside your chest. The thunder got louder and louder.

An explosion rushed out in a blossom of fire and shrapnel to the left of Raider-1; chips of metal pinging from their terminator armour.

The tank released a squealing death wail as it was crushed under the weight of the demi god above it. The hiss of immense pistons and the whine of klaxons

filled the air, followed by a terrible noise. A bleating warhorn cut through the air, drowning out even the rain of shells. The glowing red eyes of the Minotaurokoi

shining like the dread gaze of death itself. The beast, hung with skulls and chains reared up and with a terrible cry, punched its awesome fist into the side of the fortress.

With something crackling from its vox link, the titan began to climb the side of the fortress. Not even the Emperor could help those who lay within.

Cheers,

BT

DUDWA ASHLANDS - IMPERIAL FIST FORTRESS

KARNALI MONASTERY

Titan war engines strode across the Dudwa Ashlands; great behemoths of destruction wreaking havoc upon one another. Upon the world around them.

​Yet it was here in the colossal court yard of the Karnali Monastery where you could truly appreciate what it meant when the god machines went to war.

The Minotaurokoi stamped its gargantuan foot down, splattering fleeing soldiers into paste. It cared not where it stood, or where it shot. Members of the 126th, the 101st and the 45th Perakloi all suffered under its wrathful gaze as it persecuted its own war against the Imperial Fists. The engine was a vision of terrible beauty. The way its massive caliber bolt cannon pitched Rhino carries from their berths, explosions opening up like a vibrant red forest. Everywhere its secondary weapons shot it left steaming spumes of acid, half melted warriors and great scorch marks on the rockcrete.

As the 126th watched the metal beast unleash hell, they all couldn't help but notice the twitching movements of its giant power claw. The way that every sound and shadow caused the machine to whir on its central axis. The way its glaring red eyes sought prey, any prey. If you ran, the last thing you heard was the bleat of a warhorn and the spool of the rotary cannon. Then oblivion.

Aikos Mataloi noted that watching the Minotaurokoi at work was the only time he'd seen The Warsmith smile since the Angel Exterminatus incident.

It unsettled him.

I've left his arms fully pose-able; his head and secondary weapons are also on a swivel as is his torso. I wanted a good range of movement with him. I'm really looking forward to painting this beast!

Cheers,

BT

[Monstra Sumus]

++ Raider 1-1, this is 1-2. Bunker clear, Jackal 2 K.I.A ++

++Hmph. Leave them. Clearance will strip their assets. Push on to the next waypoint ++

++ Aff, 1-1 ++

Thanks,

BT

++ Marines Malevolent++ ++126th Grand Company, Iron Warriors++

[Monstra Sumus]

DUDWA ASHLANDS - IMPERIAL FIST FORTRESS

KARNALI MONASTERY

The assault on the Karnali Monastery had broken the walls open. For some of the Legions, that would have been a victory. The IVth knew that to be childish optimism. Now the real fight began. Like all Astartes, fighting on the home turf would always yield some form of advantage. Attack or defense, most times numbers didn't really matter. This rang true as three entire companies with titan support punished themselves against the fortress, finally breaking into the outer courtyards. The Karnali Monastery was a complex and intricate bastion. A single giant outer wall surrounded it, thicker than a city block. It housed multiple gun batteries and armoured fighting vehicle bays. Countless vantage points afforded cross fire down into any attackers that tried to scale the wall. Even with Titans and space born weapons, it had taken two days to break this wall open enough to let the invaders in. While the World Eaters brayed and howled as the Iron Warrior broke the walls to the palace, the sons of Perturabo were quiet. The gun crew patted each other on the shoulders and the officer corp saluted and congratulated each other on the next stage of completion in their combat operation but now the real fighting began.

The 126th committed assault crews and terminator armoured squads at the front of the fight. The outer wall now breached; it was time to enter the labyrinth of twists and turns, honeycombs of gun emplacements and grenade traps. Hidden barrack rooms and munitions stores would keep the defenders fighting and well supplied while the Iron Warriors fought for every single inch of rockcrete. The stink of ash filled the corridors as volkite and plasma weapons discharged in neon crossfire, leaving white hot flashes along the warriors vision. Grenade bangs would crumple in the middle of squads as they passed choke points, followed by lightning counter attacks by golden armoured warriors who would escape into the walls as quickly as they came. The might of the companies dreadnought forces were useless in these tunnels; even the Terminator armour barely fit, shoulder plates scraping sparks against the walls. When a warrior clad in the armour was laid low, it was an excavation effort to prevent him blocking the passage for the rest of the warriors. Many precious suits of armour and weapons were scrapped during this war for control over the Mahabharat mountains.

Most of the fighting was done by the troopers of the 126th and the Perakloi irregulars. The main assault was led by Sergeant Khanat or Adder 1-1; he'd grown up in the scum alleys of Olympia and the other veterans and officers respected his knowledge of city fighting. He made sure that all of the men under his command were equipped with extra close combat armaments and had orders to use explosive weapons danger close. Chain weapons were encouraged for their maiming properties and he fully authorized firing all bolt weapons on auto, with orders to loot all corpses for ammunition. Only death would exempt you from front line fighting under Khanat. Every inch counted.

[Adder 1-1 Khanat Morteb]

[Adder 1-3: equipped for close combat engagements]

Cheers,

BT

[DaBoiKyknos]

Is  the red stripe on the face of the guy in your first picture given in the fluff or your invention?

[Monstra Sumus]

Is  the red stripe on the face of the guy in your first picture given in the fluff or your invention?

 

Just a little something I came up with. Wasn't too sure on it myself. 

[Sgt. Blank]

Nice weapon swaps on the leader and great weathering on the Contemptor.

[terminatorAM]

Very cool! I'm excited to see all the MkIII that appears to be coming

[Monstra Sumus]

It had been 84 days since the crew of the Gloriam Ordinatus had seen active deployment. It had taken 12 solar standard weeks to be retrieved from Meraxes VII and brought to Terra. Operator Thoras placed his palm against the flat armoured plates of the siege weapon; gazing up at its vast bulk. The massive hauling chains rumbled as the giant tank was lifted into a secure position as they readied for orbital drop. Soon, she would rumble across the ashlands and bring persecution to the Emperor's followers. Curious, thought Thoras, when did I begin thinking of it as a she?

At the same time the Gloriam was being made ready to come to the surface; vicious and terrible fighting was occurring for control of the Karnali Monastery walls. It was day six of the protracted siege against the Imperial Fist fortress in the Dudwa Ashlands. Most of the top guns had been silenced by counter batteries but that just meant taking the field guns out of the fight. Now came grunt work and that is something the Iron Warriors excelled at. Most of the legions remark on the IV's use of heavy bombardment as their specialty. That is a lie. Yes, they are renowned for their use of war machines but they made their banners on the backs of those who came before. The Iron Warriors march step by step in the face of enemy guns, grim, and resolute. They have absolute belief in victory and it is this conviction that carries the day. The support officers think nothing of the men in their command. There is no brotherly loyalty to their subordinates; they are simply numbers in the great tally of logistics. The camaraderie is reserved solely for non commissioned officers and line troopers. The walking corpses as they called themselves.

Adder 2 are a section of walking corpses who excel at bloody front line work. They are experts in clearing trenches and subduing enemy redoubts. Alongside Adder 1 it is no wonder that these veterans were the first troopers inside the walls when the breach was made.

Thank you for taking the time to look at this update.

Thank you,

BT

[Monstra Sumus]

The Gloriam Ordinatus sputtered as great plumes of black smog belched from her engine stacks. Her entire chassis hummed and shuddered as she took experimental jerks forward. There was something wrong with the drive train and it was down to Thoras to find the problem; and quickly. The counter batteries may have been silenced but a stationary target in the ashlands didn't last long. Even this far behind the front lines.

Small update on the Typhon, got one side layered and the door done. There's another set of hazard markings on the rear. Tomorrow I will work on the other side of the tank.

Thanks,

BT

[hushrong]

Yep, this is good! You are definitely doing the Lord of Iron proud!

[Monstra Sumus]

Yep, this is good! You are definitely doing the Lord of Iron proud!

 

Thank you very much hushrong!

[Monstra Sumus]

The sergeant stared into the middle distance. The low buzz from his green bionic eye the only sound coming from him. He was a silent statue with his mechanical fingers clenching his gun. Where he was, none of his squad knew. They dared not ask. The black helm, scuffed and chipped, was awash in stark red light; which cast eerie shadows along the wall. They stretched and danced about Mahrat, seeming to almost shroud his form in the emergency lighting. The concrete hallway was peppered with impact craters and armoured corpses. Warriors in golden plate and warriors in burnished iron were strewn up and down the corridor; mangled and broken. Vicious fighting had occurred here and the Nomos stood among the dead, waiting, for their commanding officer.

Clouds the colour of bruises drifted across the stark white sky. A piercing sun beamed down, scoring the earth and leaving a heavy smell of ozone in the air. The glittering spires of the Imperial Palace jutted into the heavens, where huge mass conveyors made ready to ship the first legionnaires into the stars. Mahrat was one of them. He flexed the gene bulked fingers of his left hand, strong enough, to crush a mans head. He glanced about his company comrades, their slate grey armour adorned with only two symbols; the Imperial Raptor and a stark black IV. They were to be shipped to Venus in direct service of the Emperor, whom, would lead them against the Litho-Gholem armies of the War Witches. He was no longer a techno-warrior of the Sek-Amrak, instead he was a legionary of the IVth Legio Astartes. He felt pride in fighting by the Emperors side, under his command, in his presence.

Mahrat broke his reverie and maglocked his volkite weapon to his thigh plate, he lifted his left hand and stared at it. His tactical readout ticked and whirred as it focused on his mechanical digits. The Emperor had saved him that day, when the Banshee Queen had cut his left arm off at the elbow and took his right leg at the hip with her back swing. Mahrat had fired two bolts into her chest as he fell, determined to damage her as much as possible before she struck the killing blow. Her ghastly pale face, stretched around the artificial vox unit bolted into her jaw, exploded in a welter of gore. Mahrat remembered the flash of golden light that heralded His coming. He turned, bleeding, warning signs flashing across his Crusade pattern armour, and saw the Master of Mankind. Mahrat often had moments of quiet introspection. They usually heralded an execution.

The Nomos fell in behind Mahrat as he snatched his Volkite weapon back into his left hand and with the right he produced the hard canister of a melta bomb from beneath his power pack. The Sergeant growled along the vox as a familiar shape made its way up the corridor to find them.

++ Fall in around Mataloi. Defense-Gamma formation. ++

The Nomos performed exemplary duty under the command of Aikos Mataloi during the 126th's days upon Terra. During the siege they were responsible for 76 confirmed kills in the Karnali under tunnels. Of those 76, 48 were attributed to Iron Warrior troopers of the 126th, the 202nd and the 154th. N-1 Mahrat took the job of policing dissension and disloyalty very seriously.

N-2 Sarsahn and N-3 Dolanas; both troopers have served with Mahrat in the Nomos since the formation of the 126th.

N-2 is a Terran native like the squad leader, whilst N-3 hails from the steppes of Olympia and was involved heavily in the purges that transpired there.

The Nomos WIP is coming along quite nicely. I ran out of super glue tonight so I'll have to continue work on them once I obtain some more. The idea is to make my Iron Warriors seem like proper soldiers. Extra ammo pouches, grenades, utility packs, close combat weapons and pistols. The MK IV are proving a more difficult experiment than the MK III Marines but I'm still enjoying this project. I look forward to showing them off once completed.

Thanks for looking,

BT

[Draakur]

Really digging your blog here and I can't really understand why you're not getting more feedback - nonetheless, you have a fan here. I'm enjoying both the modelling and your writing in equal measure :) Proper, gritty, cold, war-torn cyber-enhanced killing machines, just as the IVth should be. Great stuff :tu:

[Monstra Sumus]

Really digging your blog here and I can't really understand why you're not getting more feedback - nonetheless, you have a fan here. I'm enjoying both the modelling and your writing in equal measure Proper, gritty, cold, war-torn cyber-enhanced killing machines, just as the IVth should be. Great stuff

Thank you, Draakur!

I think most people that pop in just like to look, and I'm okay with that :)

I enjoy how Forgeworld are presenting the Iron Warriors but I dislike how the Black Library bring them across. I wanted to explore my own approach to it, making them withdraw into self reliance, self sufficiency and above all, rampant paranoia of everyone and everything!

[hushrong]

Definitely loving these new marines. I like the idea you have here with the extra gear strapped onto the armor. I am thinking about using the plastic assault/vanguard torsos with the "X" harness across their chests as a bandolier for more grenades and such.

 

Get some more glue so you can finish these hard bastards up so I can steal some ideas!

[Xanthier]

Loving the IVth! It's always nice to see a Typhon in Iron Warriors colours, it'll be good to see the finished thing!

[deathspectersgt7]

​Looking Good Brother T. Always enjoy reading your fluff. Yours Spacedhulk and MrBear are the only 30k threads I frequent often.

[bloodhound23]

This is very inspiring stuff, Tyrax.

 

Don't stop.

[Monstra Sumus]

Definitely loving these new marines. I like the idea you have here with the extra gear strapped onto the armor. I am thinking about using the plastic assault/vanguard torsos with the "X" harness across their chests as a bandolier for more grenades and such.

Get some more glue so you can finish these hard bastards up so I can steal some ideas!

Go for it Hush! I am really enjoying adding the little extra details to them and I think I'll end up doing every Marine like this in future!

Loving the IVth! It's always nice to see a Typhon in Iron Warriors colours, it'll be good to see the finished thing!

Thank you Xanthier! Your boys are really something stellar.

​Looking Good Brother T. Always enjoy reading your fluff. Yours Spacedhulk and MrBear are the only 30k threads I frequent often.

Thank you Sarge. That means a lot to me!

This is very inspiring stuff, Tyrax.

Don't stop.

Thank you Bloodhound, hopefully you'll like the next installment!

https://youtu.be/9wwed41paZY

++ FORWARD! PUSH FORWARD! STEP! STEP! STEP! ++

The mechanical growl of Mataloi spat venom into the ears of the troopers of the 126th. Gunfire and grendades detonated around them. The crunch of bone, flesh and armour under foot added a rhythmic baseline to the symphony of destruction. Adder 1-1 smashed his way through a half buckled door, his chain axe snatching life from a golden armoured warrior within the section defense bunker. Not two steps in, Khanat took two bolter rounds to the upper chest, sending him spiraling back out of the doorway. The men of Adder 1 rushed the door, flamers roaring into the enclosed space beyond. Wall mounted turrets stitched tracer fire into their ranks. The Imperial Fists followed the targeting beams provided by the gun emplacements, firing shot after shot into the packed ranks of Iron Warriors as they charged the doorway. The wave of promethium washed over the interior, data banks blowing out in showers of sparks and ammunition detonating in carry pouches as they cooked off under the heat.

A grenade scattered the leading members of Adder 1, cutting two down with red hot shrapnel. Adder 2 reinforced.

++ COVER! FRAG OUT! ++

Came Adder 2-1's voice snarling over the link. Adder 1 curled into the walls beside the door as six green cylinders arched through the door and among the barricades inside. Six blasts crumped outwards with a wash of debris before Adder 2 charged the door. Their sergeant, a brute called Skarskan shouldered his way through the mass of twisted bodies in the door. His thunder hammer came down hard on one of the defenders helms before he was lit up with gun fire. His men however had breached the door way and Adder 1 came pouring in after them. Iron Warriors were pitched from their feet as the battle for control of the bunker became fierce. Bolters were emptied into faces and chests. Weapons discarded and knives and combat blades drawn. Adder 2-4 died as an Imperial Fist pushed his power blade into his visor, only to have the top of his head blown off by Adder 1-3. The banners of both squads stayed standing, thrust into the room and planted with purpose between the feet of their bearers.

The bearer of Adder 1 stayed standing, but expired from his wounds inside his suit. The Nomos entered only after the bunker door was secure. Once inside the control section of the defense structure they began to systematically clear each corridor and server archive. Red beams of hyper intensive light blasted armoured warriors from their feet with ear splitting snaps. The air itself burned under the fusillade of radiation from their volkite weapons. Once the remaining Imperial Fists had been dispatched, Aikos Mataloi entered and set his techno-slaves to redirecting the bunkers gun turrets to anything broadcasting on loyalist frequencies.

Skarskan limped forward, wiping congealed blood from his visor and Mataloi turned to stare at him.

++ Status report, now ++

++ Aff. Adder 2 down to six men. Adder 1 down to 4. Permission to sequester assets and regroup? ++

A third voice cut into the discussion, shot through with grunting as Khanat rose to his feet.

++ Neg. Over my dead body. Adder 1-1 reporting. Squad functional ++

Aikos laughed. It was harsh and deep, like a dog barking.

++ Aff. Adder 1-1 rearm and sweep section A-23. Adder 2-1 rearm and sweep section B-12. Happy hunting ++

Adder 1

Adder 2

The Nomos - Field Police

All three squads are done and ready for basing and painting!

Only thing I need to do is source some Iron Warriors brass etch to cover the banner on Adder 1-2 as I left mine in America.

Hope you enjoyed looking!

Thank you,

BT

[Biohazard]

Looking good buddy, nice touch with the chain axe guy in Adder 1