Apologies for the brevity of the first post, I wasn't sure if it was going to work.

>>30851910
Excellent. I'll be writing my part tomorrow, got stuff going on today. Hope this thread stays up.

>>30851978
I'll try and continue with my Corax/Curze arc, but I don't want to have to carry the thread by myself.

So i'm just imagining what Horus does when he find out that ChaosAbaddon has been calling him a failure for all of 10000 years.

"Abaddon what did i tell you all those years ago about protecting your rear guard from teleporter assaults? Son, i am disappointed."
"What But but your dead...."
"No longer, now about me being a failure, that there is grave accusation, care to back it up?"

>>30852071
"Terra, Ezekyle, where are your arms"

A prismatic burst of warped reality was all that heralded the first time a primarch had entered the Sol system in 10 thousand years. As the warp rift closed behind it, the strike cruiser began to fade from sight, before igniting it's drives, and slipping through the void.
-TIMESKIP-
Corax stood close to Conrad, compulsively checking the seals of his void-suit. Conrad, for his part, just stood with his arms folded, watching the countdown next to the airlock door. He glanced at Corax:
"Relax, brother" his voice had a hint of sneer,
"It's not as if we haven't done this sort of thing before."
Corax forced himself to stand straight and keep his hands at his side. He had always been a compulsive fidgeter. He checked the readout again: 15 seconds remaining.
He looked out the viewport, the array was a black cut-out against beige Saturn, glittering where it caught the sun.

>>30851978
Have we worked out what Vulcan is doing because I'd like to write something for that tonight. Also I was thinking of some names for our pirate Primarch, from how I see him I imagine him having a bunch of names he's called by various species and enemies simce he likes to have his enemies think he's a supernatural force. I was thinking his real name would be something like Dareth, Daneth, Deradrin, something with a d, aka the star daemon, the dark hand, the serpent of the void, Daneth "the infernal reaper" Nox. I'm also imagining him with a wrist mounted weapon that shoots a harpoon to pull his enemies to him, his mechadendrite beard is used as a weapon as well as whatever else he wants to use it for (possibly mech-dreadlocks also?) and using a chainaxe that looks like a boarding hatchet. Also seeing him wearing a long dark naval captain like coat over his power armor.

>>30853228
read up on the 1d4 page, there's a bit about Trazyn helping him out, in the last thread I think I also posted some ideas about him; it's not like there's a real 'sure way' of doing things and we're making it up as we go, so it's really up to you dude. Just try to keep it in line with the rest of the writefaggotry so we maintain at least some level of coherence

>>30853370
Thankyou i forgot about the trayzn thing, I've been here since the first thread, I've just been at work ALOT recently so its been a little hard to keep up with all the other writefaggotry

>>30853370
Any thoughts on the pirate ideas though?

>>30853461
I'm steering clear from that bit since I got no ideas and I wasn't part of making that up so I reckon I'd better leave to the guys that came up with the idea

>>30853185
5.
4.
3.
"Oh, I'm having the strangest feeling of deja vu", thought Corax.
2.
The primarchs braced themselves:
1.
The thunderhawk door opened with a bang, the air rushing out instantly, carrying the two primarchs along with it. Corax turned over lazily, seeing the thunderhawk turn and vanish into the void. He turned back around, the array was rushing towards him at a breathtaking pace. He stretched out his arms, tensing for the impact.
But something had gone wrong. His angle was off, he would miss the array by the most tiny margin. Corax stretched his arms out further as the array passed underneath him. Fingertips scrabbled along the smooth surface, desperately seeking a handhold. Cassini slipped away, just out of his grasp.
An iron grip on his wrist almost tore his arm out of its socket. Corax looked up. Conrad, magnetic boots firmly attached to the station's hull, had seized his arm at the last moment. He tugged on Corax, bringing him close enough that the Raven Guard could lock his own boots onto the station. Corax bumped their helmets together.
"Thank you, Conrad. I thought that was the end for sure." Kurze pushed him away, saying nothing. The two clambered across the hull in eerie silence, Corax' breathing loud in his ears. He stopped as Conrad held up a hand and pointed. A viewport, big enough for both of them to fit through. Corax could dimly see the shapes of men moving around through it. Conrad drew back his fist and looked at Corax for confirmation. The Raven Lord considered for a moment that the men within were loyal servants of the Emperor, merely following orders. Part of him hated himself as he nodded.
Curze punched his fist through the window.

Is anybody dealing with Lion's fate? DAfag here, I've got some ideas

>>30853607
Nah, he's all yours.

>>30853696
Good enough

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For those looking for inspiration on the Primarch's appearances, I believe the drawfag known as Aerion the Faithful has done some work on them. Pic related.

>>30853734
That hand he's holding though is right now a part of some super-powerful battle hammer wielded by one of the Captains or Chaplains afaik (the black thingie)

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>>30853774
Nah mate, I think it's just shaped to resemble that.

>>30853774
Isnt that the chapter symbol in the armor?

>>30853596
*bites nails*

This is good.

So here's the deal : for the last 10k years Lion has been basically napping in a hidden chamber buried in the Rock, right? He's right in the middle of his chapter when he wakes up. However, I don't think he'd be happy to hear his sons here fucking around galaxy looking for a bunch of needles in a haystack, especially when some of the Unforgiven chapters would ignore imperial pleas for help just to search for Fallen Angels. At this point he'll have to gather all the Unforgiven chapters and crush any eventual rebellous voices (And I do think there would be some Astartes that would rather carry on chasing the Fallen then follow their Primarch's commands).
What do you think he'd do to Luther? He's still hanging around the Rock-Guantanamo chambers. Would Lion forgive him?

All the Primarchs come back and are all Loyal or what?

Quick Summary of premise and story?

>>30853853
I don't think Luther has enough marbles left to speak, at this point.

So what about Peturabo? Or is this just dead and dissappeared Primarchs?

>>30853853
>>30853853
We are still unsure if Lionel was the Loyal one or not of the two.

Btw, we might as well ignore a hefty chunk of recent fluff. The mystery of the Dark Angels is more interesting than herp derp chasing Curze.

Afterall, its suspicious as hell that the Dark Angels let Luther stay alive and conscious while they keep their Primarch asleep and hidden.

>>30853961
I don't know, they might keep Luther alive thinking that the Lion would want to finish him off himself when he awakens. Besides, by keeping him conscious they've been letting him torture himself by thinking about what he's done.

>>30853961
Are the Dark Angels even aware that Lion was in the Rock all the time? Apparently he was carried there by the Watchers in the Dark. That would make for a nice surprise if Lion suddenly just walked out of the basement. And I agree it's a good idea to ignore the herpa-derp Night Haunter shenanigans

>>30854100
>>30853961
The angels don't actually know the Lion is down there. The Watchers in the dark brought him there after the battle with luther

>>30854100
I'm seeing a semiconscious Lion blundering into Asmodai, who immediately starts bricking it.

>>30854151
That's what I imagined. I mean the Dark Angels (and by that I also mean the Unforgiven chapters) wasted a lot of time chasing imaginary ghosts of their pasts instead of doing proper job as guardians of the Imperium. Not to mention the riddiculous amount of paranoia and hiding their dirty secrets, ending with the Oppidum Gulf attack. I'd run the fuck away if I were a member of the inner circle

>>30854143
>>30854143
Oh arent those the weird bird/sentient darkness thingies?

Its still much juicier to imagine that most Dark Angels dont actually know whether it was the Lion or Luther that turned and that what evidence there is merely suggest that Luther was upgraded via foreign psyker magicks in order to be able to facedown Jonson. No evidence saying whether it was the Emps or Chaos.

Its just much more interesting that the Legion not only split into, but in fact the ancestors of the current Dark Angels may have very well been traitors in the making if they pledged loyalty to Lionel first and Emperor second and Jonson was planning on joining Horus. Or they just dont know.

Which would provide impetus for the current search. The Dark Angels dont want the truth out, because they honestly dont know.

Instead, herp derp goose chase pf the galaxy.

Anyways...

>>30853734
Hi guys. I'm the guy who wrote the story about Mathaius Ward meeting Guilliman

And I was thinking, it's going to be a trouble with the Black Templars, they are zealots and hate psikers, mutants, xenos. So I imagine their collective jimmies are going to rustle to the max when they learn about the return of the traitor primarchs even when they are good pre heresy versions

Also they're a huge chapter almost legion size. So I want to write something about Dorn meeting his successor chapter to calm down, even order them to not attack

>>30854282
I like your way of thinking.

Do you think any of the really crazy chapters would just tell their primarch to shove it when he orders them?

>>30854300
>huge chapter

by 40k era yes they're like 5-6x the codex maximum, which means they are about the strength of 6 companies of a legion and according to the calth book the Ultramarines had at least 250 chapters.

Are they big? yes. Are they legion size? not even close

>>30854360
>Are they big? yes. Are they legion size? not even close
Ok My bad, you're right

Khan/DE fleets arrive, Ragnarok gets blown to pieces

Ragnarok spearheaded the fleet, a majestic sight in the emptiness of space encompassing Terra. The whole grey-clad detachment, Space Wolves' mighty starfleet turned as the sensors picked up a multitude of warp signatures around the orbit of Venus. The Ragnarok's command bridge was now filled with the wailing sounds of scanners and vox comms. There was a fleet inbound and it was heading towards the capital planet of the Imperium.
One man stood firm in the seeming chaos that ensued. His dark blue uniform elegantly covering his elderly body, short grey hair under an admiral's cap, and a single, golden medal pinned to his chest. His face showed no expression, and as he turned towards the command table, the various fleet officers looked at him, waiting for orders, the flat surface covered with data-slates and parchments, above it – holographic appraisal of new targets,
Grand Admiral Daniel Varynski took his place at the head of the command center, and spoke with a stern voice.

- Hail the newcoming vessels. Demand recognition and compliance. Master Garth, prepare our batteries, have them battle ready. Have astropaths calculate their warp entrance locations, see if we can pinpoint their point of origin. I need data, reliable data as soon as possible. - the chief navigator, Aelander, nodded and just stood silently, apparently using his psychic abilities to synchronise with other fleet psykers, while a few of the officers used vox to give orders to the ship's crew.

- Gentlemen, put the whole 1st fleet into battle stations. Have my men ready and follow us in defensive formation pattern Mercury, we'll draw their attention and shield Terra from possible bombardment as we approach. Send word to other fleets and tell them to cover our former positions. Saul, sound the alarm. – as soon as the admiral spoke, the first officer made the sign of aquila and began voxing his message. The lights on the bridge all turned red.

Or the Lion may approve of killing the Unforgiven, but for entirely different reasons.

Yes. Asmodai would shit a armor piercing brick right through his armor. And then the chapters would be gathered for a report on how they are doing...like usual meetings, then bam, Lionel Jonson reintroduces himself to....what is it, 20 something successor chapters? And they are already a bit too Legiony? And its quite possible that Jonson would have opposed the breaking of the Legions.

The only major problem is that the Dark Angels and friends have few friends and so it might be difficult for Lionel to gather Non-Astartes forces for his rebuilding Legion. Of course local Forge Worlds might be just fine with it, and besides, two dozen odd chapters worth of battle barges is nothing to sneeze at.

So Lionel Jonson begins unilaterally rebuilding his Legion. At first its quitely, with Dark Angels successors pouring in to The Rocks current location sector, and then not so quitely when several chapters clean out their Fortress Monasteries and settledown in the new local sectors where the Dark Angels succesor chapters have a already decent foothold. And then quite noisily rebuilding the Legion when Segmentum Obscurus and a smidgeon of Ultima Segmentum have a thousand worlds, Mechanicum and local Navy assets in tow, forge an "Accord" and the Dark Angels and successor chapters are given the go ahead from Lionel Jonson to recruit as much as they would like and damn the limitations.

In fact, for most of it, the other Primarchs need not even know Lional Jonson is back, just that the Dark Angels amd succesor chapters have begun behaving oddly and then behaving alarmingly.

Badab War II-Warp Boogaloo. Now with a Primarch and ten times the Space Marines.

>>30854482
I need feedback - anything to correct? This is in the moment of the agreed (well, at least between the few of us), that Chaos/Khan/DE appearances happen after the retaking of Terra from Inquisitors.

So there. Now that I think about it, I'll redo this shit. Ragnarok is surprised while waging full-scale battle with Chaos fleets, and turns to meet the new threat. Scartch what I wrote above.

>>30854360
>>30854360
They are very spread out as well, and maintain Fortresses and Fleets all throughout the galaxy.

But they will come to heel when Dorn tells them to. And all those Fortresses everywhere will be wonderfully useful for logistics and basing.

>>30854532
Unless they were Traitors, I don't see the problem with them rebuilding their legion. I mean, its not like gulliman will try to reinforce the Codex Astartes with all his brothers back, right? Right?

>>30854143

>The angels don't actually know the Lion is down there.


It was early in the morning at The Rock, or at least what would be considered early in the morning, as battle brother Samiel walked through the ancient corridors of the fortress monastery. He always preferred to get up earlier than his brothers as to enjoy the quiet solitude that The Rock offered, listening to his foot falls echo across the chambers and to hear the quiet rhythm of his breathing.

That, and he enjoyed being first at the morning meal.

He almost never saw anyone in the mess hall before him in his one hundred and fifty years of service to The God-Emperor. But today was vastly different.

As he rounded the corner, he saw lone figure was sitting in the hall, in Chapter Master Azrael's high throne, wearing only a black robe. His face was obscured by a data slate in his hand, and he was holding mug filled with recaff that was huge even by Astartes standards.

Samiel quietly took a step back and drew his bolter.

"I would advise you against that," boomed the figure. "I don't bite, but if you make me you won't feel it for long."

Samiel's two hearts were beating as fast as they ever had in his chest. From the sheer weight of the voice and the power behind, he knew he didn't stand a chance if he faced the mystery figure.

"Come," said the man, "eat, and enjoy yourself."

Samiel rounded the corner again, seeing the figure hadn't even looked up from his data slate.

He carefully walked up to Azrael's throne, making sure he wasn't walking head first into an ambush.

The figure continued to read from the data slate in his hand, only moving to take a sip from his mug, which upon closer inspection had a yawning lion in a night cap on it.

Realizing the figure didn't spare Samiel so much as a glance, he decided to finally speak.

>>30854532
Nah, I don't think so. Might be a matter of opinion, but even though there is something shady about Lion's behawior during the Horus Heresy, in the end I believe he was loyal to his father. I don't think he would rebell, especially when we have all the other Primarchs showing up. Lion wasn't an idiot, he would know he doesn't stand a chance.

>>30854594
>>30854594
No, but the rest of the Imperium will throw a shitfit. Being the overall commander of your descendant chapters is one thing, which might very well be allowed, as is being the recognized authority over several dozen sectors regarding conventional forces, but rebuilding the Legions is essentially rebuilding your own personal, private army.

Roboute Gouilliman may very well be given back his position as de facto Acting Emperor. If so, then once again its not just the Ultra chapters, its the rest of the Imperium as well.

Sanguinius being alive would alos complicate things. If there is one Primarch who could and would get away with openly rebuilding his Legion and demanding the loyalty of the mortal men of his realm as well, its Sanguinius.

Remember everyone, it wasnt just numbers of Astartes, its was working with billions of mortal human beings as well that separated the Legions from the Chapters. And Sanguinius has been near deified in his absence. And his Astartes, while brutal, are well known for their extreme power in the service of mankind and their Angelic beauty and perceived Heroism. Aside from fuckers like the Flesh Tearers, what we see as Astartes randomly beserking due to a curse, mortals often see Space Marines simply charging into the fray to halt the enemy before they can engage mere mortal soldiers. And Sanguinius and the Blood Angels stood as a Legion against Chaos and Sanguinius personally vanguished a Greater Daemon on Terra itself.

The SW have a similar reputation, but its tainted by a history of teamkilling, for whatever reason. And they werent at Terra.

Dark Angels are known teamkillers/abandoners. Without the glory and reputation for power.

White Scars?

The rest I wont bother with for now.

>>30854661
>>30854661
But does the Imperium know this? Does anyone else know this?

Aside from of course, the Unforgiven.

I mean, I agree with you, but the rest of the Imperium just doesnt know.

>>30855063
Then again, the abandoning part is actually only one of their successor chapters (kill me, I don't remember which one now). I don't think the teamkilling part is well known either, you just don't get away with that shit even if you're one of the oldest SM chapters of the Imperium. It would certainly get interesting if their case would reach the higher echelons of Terra; on one hand, I'm fairly certain the Inquisition knows about the Fallen (come on, the Grey Knights know), on the other hand there's the tiny matter of their animosity towards the Space Wolves, which the Inqisition doesn't really like either. But in the setting we're trying to create here I don't think Lion would allow any kind of open conflict with the Imperium. He could get into fight for command - after all, he wasn't exactly happy the last time Emperor picked Horus to be the Warmaster - but I'm certain any kind of conflict would be out of the question.

>>30854661
Space battle redone, mk2:

Target the Spiteful, all starboard batteries – open fire! - the order rang out through voice comms from the command bridge of Ragnarok, and shortly after every available cannon spat out what was to be a deadly salvo of laser fire. The enemy cruiser burst into flames and trembled as its hull was shattered, the debris filling space between the two ships. It was no match for the flagship of the Space Wolves 1st Fleet, and soon went up in a bright explosion, soon extinguished by the vacuum of space.

At the strategum, now filled with red light as the whole fleet entered a full-scale battle with invading Chaos units , Grand Admiral Daniel Varynski was looking at the tactical appraisal of the current situation, his firm, clad in dark blue uniform silhouette surrounded by various officers of the Navy. A few metres behind him stood the Space Wolves 5th Captain, brother Anatolius, his bolter held in front of him, helmet by his side. The admiral took off his cap ran his fingers through his long, grey hair.

- Master Garth, have the Jormugand and Odin follow us into this breach in formation pattern Mercury, keep it tight. With the destruction of the Spiteful we have an opening. Ready the batteries for full broadsides and have them hold their fire.

The first officer nodded and began transmitting through vox. The Chaos fleet that emerged from warp no more than a few hours ago was now engaged in a full-scale battle with the loyalist ships, and the engagement reached its climax. Their forces were spread thin, and through an opening in their formation the Ragnarok could make an attempt to break their force in two, turning the battle into an easy victory for the Imperial forces. The only thing of importance right now was momentum, and, Terra, Admiral Varynski would get his Emperor this victory.

>>30854629

"Who are you," he asked, trying to hide his uneasy feelings behind a mask of assurance. "Why are you in Chapter Master Azrael's seat? How did you even get in here without us noticing?"

Despite being unable to see the figure's face, Samiel could see a smile form upon it.

"To answer your questions in reverse order: First, I've been here thousands of years longer than you've been alive. Second, this was my seat long before it was this 'Azrael's.' And third..."

The figure lowered the data slate, showing off a mane of golden hair and a pair of emerald green eyes that made Samiel feel a very human unease when looking into.

"...who do you think I am?"

Samiel knew the figure, despite never seeing his face in his life. He tried to say his name, but he couldn't, not with the man's undivided attention on him.

"Speak," said The Lion, amused by Samiel's behavior, "it is alright."

"Sir," he finally managed to utter, "My lord I- How- Where-"

"I was in stasis for the past ten thousand years," said Lion El'Jonson, "under The Rock, waiting for the right time to awaken."

Unable to focus his mind with the several hundred questions he suddenly had in his head, Samiel continued to gape at The Lion.

"The Watchers in the Dark have kept an eye on me, and they decided now was the right time to awaken me. I've been pouring over what information we have on the events of the past few thousand years, but I'm shocked we have so little."

"Well..." began Samiel, finally finding his tongue again, "...from what I have been told, humanity has lost much since you disappeared."

"Indeed it has," nodded The Lion. "Unfortunate as the loss of history is, we have more pressing matters to attend to."

"And what would those be," asked Samiel like a child who just meet Father Christmas.

"Our future," answered The Lion, "and war."

>>30853596
The air rushed out with a howl, buffeting the two Primarchs as they clambered in. The men that Corax had seen were scattered, many clutching at their chests, and coughing up blood where the sudden change in pressure had caused their lungs to burst. One of the men who had managed to empty his lungs in time turned to the primarchs. Curze caught his head and crushed it like an egg. The survivors were running back along the corridor, towards the safety of a hydraulic blast door. As the Primarchs advanced, the door began to rapidly slide closed. Corax darted forwards and jammed himself into the gap, grimacing as the door closed on his arms. Bracing himself against the frame, he pushed against the door with all his might.
"Cut the hydraulics!" he gasped, gesturing to the chevroned panel with his head. Konrad wrenched the panel open and tore out the thick cable he found within. The pressure against Corax slackened immediately, and he forced the adamantium panel back into its housing with a percussive bang. Curze pushed past him, sprinting into the nerve centre of the defensive station. Corax followed, ducking a blast from the shotgun of a particularly quick-witted crewmember, whose neck was immediately snapped by Konrad as he fumbled for another shell. Corax leaped up a ladder, heading for the command console that would give him control of the station. He tried to shut out the screams of the station personnel at the mercy of the Night Haunter. Corax spotted the cylindrical room he had been looking for, and sprinted for the entrance. At the last moment, he saw the edge of a red cape flutter, and turned his sprint into a roll that carried him under the power axe's sweep. Pivoting inside the cramped room, Corax seized the techpriest in a bear hug, trapping the power axe against the Adept's chest. He squeezed for all he was worth, until something in the writhing body collapsed, and cold fluid dribbled out of the red robe.

>>30855242
cont.

- Full speed ahead!

He watched the tactical display above the strategum table, which indicated that the Cassini array was still defiant, broadcasting what seemed to be a litany to the Emperor on all external comms, flooding the Chaos fleet with Imperial chants. He chuckled.

- Have the 3rd squadron, the Justice and Fenris Defiant move in on our right flank. How much left before we're in range of enemy fire?

- Sir, two minutes before their battleships are in range.

- Very well. Brace for impact men, and don't forget that the Emperor protects. - Varynski uttered, as they went at full speed into the space between two enemy battleships, their cannons already fixing their aim on the Ragnarok. After a few moments, a devastating salvo fired from both of them, hitting the flagship's hull. The bridge trembled, and men fell to the ground.

- Status report! Now! - the first officer yelled, as he stood up.

- Sir, two hull breaches reported, and we lost starboard batteries two to four. Also hangar bay number 5 is gone.

- Good, very good. Now show them how we deal with heretics on Fenris. All batteries, take aim!

>>30855379
He let the adept fall and turned to the command console as he heard Konrad's tread behind him. Corax beheld the pulsing text on the main screen, and his eyes widened a fraction.
REACTOR CORE OVERLOAD PROCEDURE: INITIATED. TIME TO OVERLOAD: 180 SECONDS.
Corax heard Konrad speak behind him:
"FUCK!"
He couldn't help but agree.

>>30855379
>>30855400

see what I did there?

>>30855483
I did, yes.

>>30855492
I'm busy atm, so I'll finish this up tomorrow I think. In the end the Chaos fleet will seemingly lose, and when it looks as if victory is there Khan emerges, and after him the whole Dark Eldar force, Ragnarok goes in, goes poof, man tears are shed.

>>30855452
Corax turned, shoving Konrad out of the doorway, and looking frantically up and down the cylindrical station.
"Reactor's to the left!" barked Konrad, spurring Corax into action. Together, the two raced for the large door at the far end of the station, emblazoned with warning signs.Corax wrenched the door open and the two forced themselves into the searing heat within.
"Look for the coolant systems!" Corax roared, vaulting a crate of spare parts and looking quickly left and right.
"If we can re-engage it manually, it'll stop the overload!"
"To the right!" yelled Konrad, pointing to a flashing cogitator. Corax leapt for the console and began punching in commands. Konrad turned to a separate console, this one marked CONTROL RODS, and began the insertion procedure. Several tense moments followed, both Primarchs utterly absorbed in their work, heedless of the rising heat and growing roaring sound from the sealed chamber before them. Corax leaned back from the controls, helpless to do anymore than watch the blinking cursor as the cooling systems cycled up.
After what seemed eternity, a servitor's voice spoke over the roaring of the reactor:
"COOLANT SYSTEMS RE-ENGAGED. REACTOR TEMPERATURE: FALLING" Another voice immediately spoke up, cutting over the first:
"CONTROL RODS INSERTED. REACTION SLOWING"
Both Primarchs slumped against their consoles with relief. They looked up at each other, reached out, and tapped their knuckles together.

>>30855904
Hmm, last bit might be a bit much...

>>30855904
It fits. I like it.

LORGARFAG BACK TO THE FOLD

>Recap: Deathwatch Kill-Team sent to purge Tyranids, find a giant riding a Carnifex like a steed. After coming to the conclusion that he's possibly a Primarch, the Kill-Team gets airlifted by a Radical Inquisitor. They are now in Tau space where a leader is meeting with the giant and they're actually friendly.

"So how does this..." The Captain tried to motion, "relate to being able to control Tyranids?"
"That is a tale," The Tau answered, "that I still have a hard time believing."
The Inquisitor was still rather incredulous at such a sight. "So what, is he responsible for bringing the Kroot to your side?"
"I have met with Kroot," The giant mentioned, "But I am not responsible for their alliance."

The truth was, as the Alien Hunters began to learn, was that the giant was actually a vital part of how the Tau were able to expand post-Damocles Crusade, a note that made Captain Tassalar rather relieved that he kept Taikei, a veteran from the Damocles Gulf, out of sight. The Tau was leading a force of warriors on a planet when they found a very unruly species. However, as they were about to wage war, the giant had arrived and, in a shocking move, forge a treaty between the two races as the intermediary.
The Ethereal Caste had caught wind of this and, hoping that this would eventually lead to a Tau-Imperial Alliance of some sort, began singling out open-minded Tau of every Caste into small sectors like Ka'Savva, where they would learn the diplomatic techniques their giant friend employed.
While they had been able to only discover only part of his skills, there was more to his power that the Tau could not figure out thanks to their naturally weak link to the Warp. With only a tenuous hypothesis that his powers were possibly psychic, the giant decided to figure this out by the most dangerous means possible: Entering a Tyranid warzone.

>cont

Just to remind all of you writefags who join in this awesome work - there's a page on 1d4 where we basically throw together our view of the events and since there's few of us please do upload what you've written so we can read up on it and keep the story together

Konrad stood at the control console, watching the screen showing the thunderhawk carrying Corax jetting away from the station. As it vanished from the sensors, Konrad glanced at the fire control console. Corax had been right, the station's range would reach Terra... and the multitude of starforts and battleships surrounding the planet were proving a very hard target for Konrad to ignore. An alarm bleeped, informing him that the array's sensors had picked up the cloaked strike cruiser passing by.He cancelled the alert, preparing for Corax' signal to begin the bombardment...

ABOARD THE STRIKE CRUISER

Corax strode into the quarters he had claimed for his stay aboard. He nodded at the two Luna Wolves who were standing guard at the door, two of the thousands aboard who were preparing for the first stage of the liberation of Terra.

Corax paused on the threshold... and then smashed his armoured elbow into the helmet of the marine standing to the left of the door. The primarch's strength slammed the back of the marine's head into the inside of his helmet, knocking him senseless. Corax moved forward, knocking the other marine's bolter away with one hand and seizing his helmet with the other. The primarch swept the marine's legs out from under him and pinned him to the deckplate with his knees. He twisted off the struggling marine's helmet and smiled:
"Hello there... Brother Alpharius."

>>30856948
Hey, I've written up what we agreed on in the 2nd thread here:

http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Return_of_the_Primarchs#Some_ideas_that_came_up_during_writefagging

If you see something amiss correct me, as I've been writing this from what I recalled.

>>30857024
I'm just going over them now, I've finished the Cassini array chapter.

>>30857071
Tell me if anything is out of order, I've been trying not to imprint my own view on the events but we're at a point where we kind of have to decide what and how to do in detail, so at least we have something to work on

>>30857024
>>30857243
I thought we had Magnus reviving BIg E after the Black Crusade was defeated, during the period where the Primarchs are sorting out their own affairs. Also, I've just thought of how Dorn could bury the hatchet with Perturbo.

>>30856948
One thing I've noticed:
I've made a mistake (dumb one in fact) in my writing about the meetup where I wrote that Ragnarok was Luna Wolves' ship, in fact meaning to write Space Wolves.

So, a question:
How do we go about recreating Luna Wolves? Do we at all? thoughts?

>>30857345
I was working under the impression that a couple of chapters of the Luna Wolves had arrived in the new universe with Horus, along with a couple of ships and the post-63:19 Mournival.

>>30857305
I based this on another writefags work saying that Magnus' work took days and days, and since reviving him was very important they took to it right away, leaving the defence to the other Primarchs. If they failed and Magnus still came through they would be in a situation where Chaos would have to beat reborn Emps and obviously lose.

Seemed as a logical course of action. Or should we throw Magnus into the fray too? I'll go with whatever you choose, don't want to take over this whole thing.

>>30857398
So they old legions (or at least parts of them) are being reborn alongside the old Primarchs? Ok, I can work with that.

>>30857409
I was imaging a part where Magnus was aboard the Vengeful Spirit, telekinetically throwing inquisition ships into each other, so yeah, I think we should keep him out of the throne room for the time being.

>>30857436
I thought you agreed on that in the first thread, before I was even here.

>>30857468
Allright, I'll scrap that part of 1d4. I'm not touching anything other than Russ/Horus anyway.

>>30857501
I don't want to try and block you out here, you're in this as much as me, if you feel strongly about something, just tell me. If I end up monopolising the whole story, It'll suck.

>>30857500
I arrived in the 2nd, wasn't in the 1st, so we joined roughly at the same point. Noone was really writing much then so I took it upon myself to make up parts of the story, hence my hesitation in deciding stuff.

If the original OP reads this I'd love some input as far as my work goes too.

>>30857545
Seems we're in the same boat then. Well, if anything goes wrong we'll just scratch parts as non-canon (as silly as it sounds).

>>30855400
cont./some parts redone

- Sir, two hull breaches reported, and we lost starboard batteries two to four. Also hangar bay number 5 is gone.

- Seal the breached compartments, and send repair crews immediately. Now show them how we deal with heretics on Fenris. All batteries, take aim! - Varynski yelled, and his order was passed on through the officers at the strategum table.
- Fire! - as he spoke those words there was a moment of chatter, and suddenly everyone could feel as the whole room trembled.

Every side battery fired and for a brief moment Ragnarok was surrounded with bright lasfire, as it tore through enemy hulls. The two capital ships to its sides wiggled as the impetous salvos hit their marks. The flagship did not wait to see the results, instead going at full throttle to separate the battle groups. In his wake the other two battleships followed, with gigantic statues of the Emperor shining at their bows as if empowered by his grace. The Black Crusade ships didn't get a chance to recover from the first strike, as both Jormugand and Odin unloaded a full broadside each, finishing the kills.

- Captain Anatolius, tell your men to be ready to board. We're going to engage in close combat with enemy forces now. - the admiral spoke, and the captain nodded, a rare event of an Astartes following orders from a simple naval officer. That being said, Varynski was the commanding officer of the whole fleet, and his authority was granted by Leman Russ himself. At that moment, it was as if the Primarch was behind the command.

- Launch the reserve fighters, have them clear the path for our squadron. Turn the ship starboard, have Jormugand and Odin follow our assault, with Justice and Fenris Defiant holding our former position. Let us unleash the Emperor's fury upon these wretched souls!

>>30857960
cont.


The first officer did not wait for his commander to even finish his orders as he began relaying through vox. The Ragnarok, though battered, began its lumbersome turn, leaving behind the ravaged wrecks of Chaos ships, with friendly units following him. From its hangar bays a myriad fighters emerged, immediately taking point ahead of their mothership, and taking course on the enemy screens that began to adjust their positions in anticipation of the Imperial manouver.

- Sir, new contacts! Five, ten, thirty – the comms officer suddenly stopped as he watched his screen get filled with various new signals – Sir, we have more than a hundred unidentified warp signatures, quadrant Mars-two-two-zero, emerging now!

>>30853461
I'm thinking it might be cool for a Kurze, AL, Pirate, Corax teamup to recover the cyclonic torpedos.
They can take a couple of cloaked ships in, park them in low earth orbit, drop reflective metal dust to screw with auspexes, make ghost ships. Night Lords start using Zerzetsung techniques on the guys on Terra, Alpha Legion infiltrates. They use pirateman as the figurehead, as nobody recognizes him. He just appears one night, past the guards and assasins, in a teleportation locked room, before the inquisitor.
Just to talk.
He identifies himself as the hand of the emperor's judgment.
And he looks it, his ornate armor nearly aglow with witchflame.
Inq goes for bomb,
shhhhh. No... now is not the time for that, besides I'm not one of those 18 primarchs. Now there are only dreams. So let's talk. You're here, sticking to your principles. I respect that. But are you sure of things? I mean you're talking to a 20 foot tall dude who appeared in your inner sanctum.
No, don't call the guards, I'll be gone before they arrive.
Consider me a figment of an overworked mind. I know that's how I think of myself. Something unsettling about warp travel, no matter what we say about it. So you make up a story. Helps you, your men. You make up a character. He'd never worry about the warp and the clawed things that craw there beyond men's sight.
>cont

>>30854979
Interesting. I've got the Obsidian Mirror running propaganda to make it great that they're back. Could make things very complicated.

>>30857345
>>30857398
Yeah, by OP that's how it works. Also, it occurs to me, not all of them need to pop up in the same place, perhaps they appear near their homeworlds or something? That's be a good way to make our timeline a bit better, as well as freak out the imperium more.

>>30857409
I honestly like Magnus in a trace. Let's have some scenes where Magnus kicks ass and is shown to be ridiculously good at vanquishing Daemons, that way his absence increases drama.

>>30858133
It also opens up room for other writefags to join in so we don't get monopoly on all this stuff.

Yeah, so we'll go with Magnus fighting too.
I honestly like how we can reach consensus here, with everyone doing their part. This whole thing has gotten me incredibly hyped.

In my writing I've added Loken as being part of the Grey Knights as I'm working under the assumption that those that are alive do not get reborn, instead joining the action and emerging from the shadows.

>>30857581
Yeah, everything I wrote on the wiki, I wrote as proposal. Of course, I did it so that way there'd be structure, a shared reference point, but it's all mutable. Just let us know what's being changed and why so that everyone can keep up.

>>30857552
Ah, yeah, I've been here since the first, which also explains why trip-fagging is a thing now.
(I chose mine since it's not unique)

>>30858218
Exactly! In case my comment wasn't clear, I'm really liking this co-operative world creation/fiction binge.
To be honest, this is why I come to /tg/

>>30856165
Accipitus had to take a seat just to comprehend this, while the Captain, knowing no fear, could only stand rigid, but equally dumbstruck.

"So," the Tau asked, "How does that theory hold?"
"According to the black armored ones, there seems to be a possibility that it is indeed true."

The Inquisitor then asked a very obvious question, "And...all this time, you never bothered to ask an Eldar?"
"Eldar are..." Shas'El Kel'Mio tried to answer, "very difficult to work with. We have tried before to communicate with a Craftworld long ago, but it failed. According to the Thunder-Bearer's story, that does not seem to be a rare occurrence."
"The last Eldar I had met to follow this lead were ones hailing from a 'Dark City'." The giant raised a rather large sword, but both of the Imperials noticed: It was a Klaive, trademark weapon of the Incubui of Commorragh. "They too sought only to kill, and for that they paid a grave price."

"So...what now?" the Captain had no clue. "We know you can pacify all sorts of xenos with some psychic power. So what do we do with that?"
Before the Shas'El could answer, though, the ship rocked. "CAPTAIN!" Taikei shouted over the vox. "We are being ambushed by Eldar Corsairs! Five, no six vessels! We need air support!"
"Scramble-"
The Tau marched back to their ship and began takeoff. In the meantime, the Imperials and the giant ran back to the main bridge to asses their options. Another rocking, and the Inquisitor was nearly flung to the wall before the giant grabbed his hand and threw him in.
"Commander?"
"Scramble what support we have. The Tau are willing to truce with us for the time being." The Captain finished. "Keep an eye on them, but do not fire unless provoked."
"Understood," The Techmarine's contempt was barely disguised.

The battle was under way after the Tau returned with proper gunships. Their firepower proved to be a handy boon to the lone cruiser, but the Eldar crafts were too agile to get a tack.
>cont

>>30858245
You've been understood well, anon.
As much as the whole idea is man-tears inducing, the process of creating it and being part of it raises so much mental bro-fisting my mind is exploding.

I'm so glad I've joined /tg/ now.

Also I've decided to tripfag so we can know who says what when we discuss shit, as it really helps in getting things going. I've been a /b/ro for ages and inherently abhore tripfagging as a rule, but it really is useful here.

>>30856165
>>30858294

So that's Lorgar?
I like this idea of including xenos and other non-Astartes.
Also Lorgar riding a carnifex like it's his bitch is strangely amusing.

Also now that I've read about Lorgar, there's one thing we need to discuss my fellow fa/tg/uys.
The Imperial Truth.
So Primarchs get reborn, and they're from a time where Imperial Truth and secularism was the shit. And they arrive due to Emps being a Warp deity into a universum where he's revered as a god. How do we go about this?
I'm thinking they just go with whatever works for the time being, assuming that there's so much shit to be done that religion is the least of their worries, but it's an issue nontheless.

>>30858133
.... He'd never worry about the warp and the clawed things that craw there beyond men's sight.
He's one of them. He's divine justice. You feel a bit more at ease because you can half believe in him. And your men do completely.
So what's your story? Guardian of the Imperium?
The way things are must be for a reason? Otherwise you've got to deal with the idea that the God Emperor isn't always there for you?
Yeah, I get it. I don't even blame you.
But are you sure?
And I don't mean sure as in the 'If it's not true, then I don't want to live in that world!' sort of way.
I mean are you sure that what you think is actually what you think?
How did I get in here?
Is that really a cyclonic torpedo you've got there?
I read a story once, or maybe it was a dream I had. They're hard to tell the difference on some times, aren't they?
It was about a man who lived on a world where it had always been night and he'd heard that dawn was coming. So he fought it, he built walls and passed laws, you get the idea. Anyways, he awoke. Turned out it had been day the whole time and that he'd been piling pillows. And what I'm saying is that that torpedo looks more like a pillow to me. But what do I know?
It's not possible for me to be here anyways.
And with that, the man began fading, until only his smile was left, which lingered for a few moments before it too vanished.
The Inquisitor ran to the door, to find his guards standing at attention. Dismissing their questions, he returned to his room, though where he'd thought the torpedo had been, was his cat. Asleep as usual, but certainly not as he remembered things. The torpedo was at the foot of the bed now. Where he'd put it in the first place. He turned to get back into bed. To find his face inches away from the giant from before. It bent down.
Just be sure that you're sure of things before you go blowing up Holy Terra.
The Inquisitor staggered backwards.
Guards!
But it was too late. The giant was gone.

>>30858612
No, I think it's Chief Thunder, with the Lorgar in the name referring to Lorgar's story. (As we've still yet to name Chief Thunder... >_< )

Yeah, Lorgar loves it, I think, and some of the others go with it since it works, but I imagine Rowbroat Gorillaman will have a problem with it.

And yeah, I agree on the use of the tripfagging. (Which is why I'm doing it.)

>good datedMap
...Captcha is trying to tell us something.

>>30853961
>Afterall, its suspicious as hell that the Dark Angels let Luther stay alive and conscious while they keep their Primarch asleep and hidden.
No, it's not. It's simply that they can't kill him unless he will repent. And he still didn't, believing that the time of Lion's return is coming close and that he will forgive him.
Also, Lion was loyal, even if a bit ambitious.

>>30853893
Deamon Primarchs have Loyal copies.
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Return_of_the_Primarchs
Really, read it.

Damn you guys, you've made me want to play raven guard now. Despite the unnecessary language in corax meets shrike...I now need to play bro raven guard marines.

>>30858880
To tell you the truth, I doubt any fa/tg/uy holds much love for the Raw Butt of the Imperium (thanks, Matt Ward!), so we can discard his objections.

>>30854327
Chaplains ruling that one Blood Angels successor. Circle of Thorns those Chaplains were called.

>>30857960
cont.

- Identify those ships, now! Begin hailing them and demand complaince to the Imperium this very moment! - Varynski fought to get his orders through the chatter that filled the strategum – Silence! What do we know about these ships?

- Sir, some of them are stored in our memory-banks, pirate or rogue units. Most of them we have no record of. Sir – the second officer spoke – we don't know who these are.

- Keep reaching them and focus on the matter at hand. Give our fighters support fire from bow batteries, and keep our formation with Jormugand and Odin. This is our chance, men!

- Aye, sir! – multiple voices responded, as the bridge staff took to their duties.

Officer Garth walked to the admiral's side and hushed.

- Sir, if I may, we should consider altering our formation in case these units prove hostile. We might get caught up between two enemy formations, sir.

- Objection received and noted, master Garth. But this is our chance – here Varynski pointed to the tactical display – If we get the enemy flank routed, we can rebuild our right wing and form up defensive positions, with half the enemy fleet gone. We cannot let this chance slip away.

- Sir! I have a response, sir! - second officer shouted in agitation as he continued on – Sir, they're Imperial! They're transmitting old codes, sir, milennias old, but they're definitely Imperial!

- Who in the name of Terra is leading them? – the admiral spoke as if asking himself.

>>30859273
cont.

- Who in the name of Terra is leading them? – the admiral spoke as if asking himself. - Master Garth, you have the bridge. - As he said, the officers responded and saluted, watching him walk to a vox station. The aged admiral put his hand upon the operating officer's shoulder – Son, patch me through to the unit responding our hail. Demand to speak with their commanding officer.

- Aye, sir.

Tense moments passed as Varynski listened to his subordinate patch through to the new formation. Eventually he handed his headset to the admiral, nodding.

- This is Grand Admiral Daniel Varynski, commanding officer of the 1st Fenris Fleet and acting commander of the Ragnarok, state your purpose and identify yourself!

- This is the commanding officer of Keshig, captain Ogedei Berke, and acting commander of the fleet. Our vessel carries White Scars' Primarch, Jagathai Khan. We bring aid to your units. Do not – I repeat – do not open fire, we are friendly. - the vox headset rang, and Varynski nearly froze as he heard those words.

- Confirm the presence of Jagathai Khan, Keshig.

- Message confirmed, we have the Khan onboard. It's good to be home, sir.

The admiral couldn't help but allow himself to grin. By the Emperor, the tides have finally turned.

>>30859611
So, some thoughts? I'm thinking they enter battle, shortly after the Admiral gets readings of the DE fleet warping in in pursuit after the Khan, they set off in a desperate charge, and go out in a blaze of glory.

Some input?

>>30858612
No, Lorgar was covered last thread. This is the Chief, one of the missing Primarchs.

>>30858294
The battle turned for the worse when the Corsairs disabled the Tau craft. Without any reliable form of defense, it left the Imperials perfectly vulnerable to assault by the Corsairs.

When they began the boarding actions, the giant stepped forward to meet the Eldar. After a few tense moments of waiting, the Eldar finally broke through and were halted by the behemoth.

Their leader choked out, "W-what sort of..."
"I am going to ask that you leave." He demanded. "Now"
"Who are you to-" The giant grabbed his face. "What the..."
The two were still, and their forces kept all arms level.
"Now you will listen to me. Leave. We will not bother you."
"I..." The Corsair was helpless. "I am going to die..."
"No." He slowly removed his hand. "I only wish to depart with my allies in peace."
"But...why with Mon'keigh?"
"Because..." He looked to the Deathwatch Kill-Team. They were armed, but the Captain and Sanguinary Priest caught on soon enough to lower their weapons. "Like it or not, they are my kinsmen as well."
The Corsairs wordlessly departed to their ship, much to the awe of everyone present.

As they began repairs on the cruiser, they found a transmission for the giant:
"I have heard of you before, Son of Thunder, but I did not believe that you were here of all places. Know that we of the Calbiath clan give you our respect. Perhaps you might be what our kind needed long ago."

Inquisitor Accipitus asked as he collapsed on his seat, "What do we even call you? What you have done here today... It just might be the breakthrough we need in our struggles against so many of our enemies. So many of them that could possibly be reasoned with because of your power!"
The giant looked out into the expanse.
"Taimak. And if you wish for my help, then I wish to meet him."
Nielen asked, "To...Terra?"

>END
>Hope I didn't send things too off-course or drag it out

>>30859611
cont.

The admiral couldn't help but allow himself to grin. By the Emperor, the tides have finally turned. He walked back to the strategum, making his way through a crowd of bridge officers.

- Have the Khan's fleet join us in formation pattern Ardentium – it's old, they should recognize it – and aid us in a pincer attack. Broadcast to the Cassini Array, have them provide fire support on the enemy vessels on the right flank. This is what we've been waiting for, what humanity has been waiting for, men! This is our moment of glory! - As he said these words, the officers around him cheered. The old admiral seemed as if invigorated with youth, his gaze eager to engage the task at hand. He was born to lead his men in this very battle, now he knew that for certain. He watched as the display showed the Khan's ships join up and wreak havoc among the rear Chaos ships, and witnessed the whole flank crumble under relentless assault.

The Ragnarok has forgone broadsides in favour of continous fire, targeting multiple ships as it aimed at doing as much damage as possible and sowing confusion in the enemy ranks. And when all seemed to go as it had been planned, a new message came through.

- Admiral, we have new warp signatures, quadrant Mars-two-three, they're emerging now!

- Give me tactical display. Are those Khan units?

- Sir, we recognize the signatures. They're Dark Eldar vessels!

Thank the Omnissiah, guys listen, my internet was disabled by a third party, and I don't know how long it'll be up again for. If possible, could we delay the liberation of terra until tomorrow, when I'll be able to ssort htis out

>>30859899
No, this is great, at least in my view. Upload all of that under a separate paragraph on 1d4 and read up on what I've wrote about the battle for Terra. If Taimak goes to help it needs to be decided if he's joining the struggle against Inquisitors or when Chaos under Abbadon the Failful sieges it. It all fits I think.

>>30860011
I'll stop my work now then, anon. It's half past 2 am here anyways and beer is running out.

Tomorrow I'll catch up on all that's been written so far so I don't get in anyone's way.

Also captcha: Palatinae act. Now there's a message if there ever was one.

>>30860122
As long as I'm still going, we can keep working out ideas, but I might lose connection again at any minute.

>>30860182
I've had my connection broken too. It's likely something is wrong with 4chan serveres anon. That being said it's terribly late and I'm semi-drunk now, so I'd better stop before I engage in some shenanigans.

To anyone who reads up and lurks here, if you want to help out bump this so the thread stays alive. Thanks.

>>30859807
They also may find themselves surprised as some of the Deldar side with them, revealing themselves to be from Jagatai's Kabal. The senior guys and the Harlies have known their archon is a turbo-monkeigh the whole time and they often work with Marines they can rescue from Commorragh, so I don't think Jagatai returning to the Imperium should piss them off too much, as it'll grant his second in command full control and trying to kill him will piss off the Harlies and anyone with a sense of honour (so any inducted Incubi at least)

>>30860290
No, it's definitely on my side, other sites stopped working too.

>>30860086
Damn, the one thing I never mentioned. It would perhaps be best if he kept himself on the front of the Inquisitors, as he is pretty much heading there anyways.
The big angle I'm keeping on Taimak is the role of a technical pacifist, and fighting Daemons would hardly fit that role...for now.
Having him go up against Chaos later, once he's with the others, though, would be something in itself.

>>30860320
So, maybe the Decapitator was gathering so many skulls for the sake of the ritual that helped to bring alternative Primarchs and legions?

>>30860340
Would fighting daemons really count though? You don't actually kill them, after all.

>>30860320
So basically they've been using Khan to stage a coup, turn against their brethren, and leave as soon as the dust settles.

Nice, this gives me new angles to include tomorrow (well, today technically).

>>30860340
I'm reminded by conversation of Eisenhorn with a soul of a dying Xenoarcheologist. The guy talked about how Imperium killing all the Xeno is stupid and all, but Saruthi, on the other hand, were truly corrupted by Chaos and deserved to be called "Xeno Horriblis" that as such are marked for eradication.

And really, I myself see Tyranids as Xeno Horriblis and I can't really understand how would Chief Thunder (I guess that Taimak is the name you chose for him) manage to befriend those beings, sorry. And I would see him more as practical pacifist, that would prefer befriending Xeno than to fight them, but which would if faced by truly abhorrent ones, like Tyranids or Saruthi (Malleus from Eisenhorn Trilogy have them).

>>30860397
True.
The other question would be if daemons really count as beasts? They aren't exactly animals as much as they are living manifestations of eldritch gods. Would that still fall under the purview of beasts?

>>30860428
Unless he was able to somehow psychically sever their connection with the Hivemind and reign them under control - not by befriending, but by putting himself in the position of the Overmind.

>>30860428
I know what you mean, I could see him allying with the Hrud or Eldar, but 'nids have no morals to appeal to, no higher reason. Just hunger.

>>30860471
That would make more sense then befriending a Hive Tyrant by healing his broken leg or something.

>>30860511
Hruds have anything likable about them? I don't even know what is the current take on their race. I only remember the whole entropy auras thing.

>>30860568
They actually have a culture and monotheistic worship of a god, if memory serves.

Also I think we're at a point where you guys should just discard all the humility and just upload your work to 1d4. I mean if the thread goes down it won't really be salvagable, and besides I don't know about the others, but I focus on 1d4 before I start writing my stuff so if it's there I can easily relate to that and keep my own work coherent with yours. Just make new paragraphs and throw it in there, at this point maintaining our "canon" is more important, it'll also help any new writefags to join our merry bunch.

>>30860631
I've just finished uploading mine. I tried to do it before, but the connection failed as I was putting the finishing touches on.

>>30860428
It's not so much that he befriends the Hive Mind so much as he is just not noticed. It was not so much as they befriended him as they just didn't try eating him. Then again, he has had little understanding of what they truly are, so there's that. I might fix that bit while uploading on 1d4, because I do think that is quite vague, and something critical to notice.

I've archived this thread too. It's refreshing itself every two hours. I'm uploading the link to 1d4 as we speak.

>>30858990
>>unnecessary language in corax meets shrike
Shrike was a hive ganger, remember? Also, he's under a lot of stress, so I thought it was ok for him to drop the f-bomb a few times. Ya ungrateful c*nt jk

>>30860594
True, apparently crashed into pieces, Khaine-style, during the time when Slaanesh came into being. Either actual Warp-deity or Old One.


>>30860780
Well, it's hard to not notice that Tzranids are worse than the locusts swarm. And the only way can see him to be unnoticeable to Nids is either being a Blank or having very special psychic power, but taking that apparently Corax could disappear in the shadows...

>>30861005
I'm going with the specialized psychic powers route. All the way.

>>30861043
E.g he can subdue lesser minds: in this case tyranids, and temporarily reign them under his control because of his Son of the Emprah powers and latent psyker abilities.

>>30861121
Temporarily implanting subconscious commands and the like, yes.

When they first saw him, the fex did go a little crazy at one point, so the power is not absolute.

I'm going to bed, will be back today (SO LATE!) evening to write up on the battle of Terra and Ragnarok's demise. Cheers.

Alright guys, It's been fun, but Imma have to turn in soon. In case the thread gets pruned before we meet again, I'd just like to say, it's been a pleasure writing with you.

Well, I'm going to sleep as well. 3:30 am is increasing gravity around bed.

Aw shit, if we're all going to bed, who's going to bump the thread?

>>30861271
Some souls still faithful to the God-Emprah I guess. It's archived anyway. If it's not alive tomorrow check the catalogue, if it's not there just remake it. I'll be around in like 9 hours, have to sleep off this beer.

I might still try something, but it might be a bit.

Until then, though, BAMP.

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more of this guy.

>>30860471
>>30860531
>>30860780
>>30861043
>>30861121
>>30861164
Yeah, I'd been thinking of it as him using his diplomacy mental powers on them and saw Nids as animals. Maybe if he could get hooked up to an amplifier he could take out the hive mind for a bit?

The war fleets of the Red Corsairs and Claws of Lorek drifted through the inky void on a path to unite with other chaos warbands. The ruinous powers had began to combine their efforts to stop malal's plot from succeeding. Huron had built his personal army exactly for this and was taking a sick delight in seeing it fully unleashed and leaving a blood soaked trail of burning worlds in his wake. The call of the gods, the prospect of gaining a powerful position among the hierarchy of this massive raid into the imperium, and of course the prospect of glory were the only lures needed to capture the interest of the Tyrant of Badab. The Claws of Lorek had answered his call as well and both warbands brought with them hundreds of thousands of mortal reavers. All carried within the dreaded war fleet of the Tyrant.

They had raided the imperial outpost of Voraken IX when they began to suffer strange equipment failures on many of their ships and some that were further from the main fleet were disappearing. Huron demanded the fixes be made immediately no matter what because now they were out in the open void now and were being picked at by an unknown outside force. Then the predator presented itself, after consuming the weakest of its enemies pack like a prowling beast, by way of a thick maritime accent that hung over every syllable of a plodding and purposeful voice that was drenched in a subdued anger. The image of a giant with a beard of mechadendrites appeared on every vid and holopict screen within the fleet. He wore dark armor that was inlaid with strange occult symbols of ancient Terran cultures long dead. His eyes were black pits of icy madness that starred directly into the soul, the light of mechadendrites that glowed strange a dull orange glow reflected in the pits of madness this humanoid monster saw the galaxy with.
"I've come to skin you mutinous heaps of shark shit..... I however believe that I should give my prey a chance to feel fear for a few moments...

>>30861657
If by Amplifier you mean Magnus+Legion/Golden Throne, then yeah, there's a likelihood.

>>30861713
Ohhhh boy! Piratical Primarching!

I am hype.

>>30861557
I support this.

>>30861713
>>30861786

Vulkan, I am digging it. What do you think of the depiction of him in >>30858133 and >>30858772? I'm thinking that he's got a dangerously sane side to him. (The appearing and disappearing, I'm chalking up to the help of the other 3/4 primarchs working on that op.)

Oh, and also did you all see the doodle I'd done of a Void Reaver?

>>30861866
And more shall come...once the Writefags return to the fray tomorrow

>>30861713
Cont.
...it's the least you deserve," he let out a deep sigh as a vicious smile spread across his augmented face, some of the mechadendrites that protruded from it moving out of view and pulling a massive industrialized pipe that fit his gigantic scale to his lips. He puffed slowly, the smoke drifting from his twisted grin up past his ragged hat, combining with the smoke coming from the glowing mechadendrites, eclipsing his appearing in the cloud with only his black eyes and cruel smile showing through to any observers.

"My name is of no import... You need only know I am the judgment that comes through death.... and death alone."

Out of the viewport a number of strange liveries that glowed like cinders in the night, skulls over crossed chainswords, intricate maritime symbols and huge vaulted protrusions jutting from the sides of ships as black as the space they drifted in. It became apparent to Huron that they had somehow wandered into a trap but it was far too late to back out.

"I shall see you when I skin you alive." The massive humanoid said before the feed was cut off. Huron began to order all ships to attack when the giants massive amount of ships began firing unusual projectiles at his ships from the rounded vaults on their hulls, each was a long barbed spine with thick cabling attached. The harpoons pierced the adamantium hulls of the ships on the edges of the fleet and began pulling the ships closer together. Any corsairs that were unlucky enough to be hit by one of the boarding weapons were torn to pieces between the expanded grappling hook like ends of the harpoons and the inside of their own ships exploding. As they were pulled closer the black ships began firing full broadsides at the ships.

Suddenly they jerked as boarding rams slammed into their edges. The red corsairs fleet launched a counter attack and the core of its fleet poured into the clashing lines

Ill write some more tomorrow but I gotta go to bed, I'm at work early sorry

So is Sanguinius staying dead for some reason or is no BA fag going to step up?

>>30862335
Dead Primarchs and Traitors are coming back. If you wanna cover Sangy, then go ahead.

Would be funny if seeing his Primarch makes Mephiston pop a vein or two.

>>30861868
Thank you, and ya I loved it, that was the theme I imagined when thinking of the ships, and that's what I'm going to describe his marines looking like. I was also thinking Corvus helmets with jagged sea monster style teeth painted on the sides... I might write more tonight if I can

>>30861866
The Astarte walked, draped in chains, through the webway. They'd lead him and the others out of the slave markets of Commoragh hours ago, leading them down. Down through Low Commorragh, with its fight pits for those too poor to see the Wyches. Down past the haemonculi and their theatres of screams. Down where not even the mandrakes went. Down into the twisting tunnels of the webway.

All of this, Battle Brother Yugong Taibing, 3rd Company, White Scars, watched go by in growing resignation. Nothing good came of these Commoraghites and he was now certain that his fate was something so abhorrent that even these foul creatures did not wish it in their city. His eyes moved slowly across the other prisoners. Xenos, but also a surprising number of humans. He noticed that she was there too. She'd been on the planet. His memory cleared. Was she a sororitas? Yes. He had gone to try to support her squad... when... ah... they'd been captured. He supposed she must be dishonoured, too, but for him it was different. He was an Astartes. The God Emperor had chosen him to serve Him and His Primarch against all that would harm the Imperium. He was made better, to be a shield for the weak and to be a sword against the Xenos. And then they'd come, used some vile compound, and carried him away as easily as if he'd been a child. For a moment, when they'd bought him at the slave market, he'd felt a surge of hope. Perhaps they'd take him to the arena. At least that way, he could die on his feet. But no, whatever awaited him, he was sure it had no honor. But the humans, he realized weren't worried about their honor. No, the humans must be... afraid. But the sororitas and some of the others who noticed him seemed somehow comforted, that even here, an Angel of the Emperor watched over them. That made Yugong feel even worse. Still, he straightened and fixed his gaze ahead. And hid his despair when he saw what was ahead.
>cont

>>30862408
Do remember that we also have the Star Krakens for reference. Not sure if the /tg/ chapters even fit in here, but if they do, this might key into their origins, even though the SK are Raven Guard Successors.

>>30862380
I'd be happy to write him but it'll be tomorrow night before I'll have time to start as I'm on a family vacation ATM :-/

Are we going to re-write the fight between Mortarion and Daemon Prince Mortarion. After all, DP Mortarion died really easily, he was just stabbed a single time at the last moment.

>>30862465
I was kinda thinking about that cause I'm wanting to give him a feel like a sea monster given humanoid form.

>>30862527
I think that might be wise, we could defiantly give that a more epic feel, I like the idea from the first thread somebody proposed of having the loyalist death guard and morti going to plague planet and weathering nurgels worst to kill the daemonic morti

>>30862335
I can do it just give me a day or 2

>>30862437
The vaults of the webway narrowed and blocking the path were some strange witch-eldar. He could hear strange instruments droning and smelled the scents of incense and musk. They never quite stopped moving and wore outfits of iridescent material woven in dizzying patterns. All wore masks which seemed to change as their aspect did. Yugong uneasily noted that the guards who had taken them from Commoragh seemed uncomfortable around these witch-eldar. Something nagged at the back of his memory. Something about these Dark Eldar and Slaneesh... didn't they worship him? Were these the priests? Were he and the rest to be sacrificed to Slaneesh? If it hadn't been for the others, he'd have vented his fury in a roar, but he didn't want them to worry. His fears seemed confirmed when the dancers nodded to the Commoraghites, who left as quickly as they could, leaving these masked ones to lead them on. From there everything passed in a blur. The webway grew narrow and twisted. There were strange rooms with unreadable texts scrawled across them in some frenetic calligraphy. Others had murals depicting mighty witches and what could only be Slaneesh casting down their foes. He pretended he didn't notice.
It appeared so suddenly that he at first thought it a waking dream. It was a massive castle in the webway. Towers thousands of feet high with windows that blazed with witchfire. Strange pale beings, dozens of feet tall stood guard. Their eyeless faces still carried the weight of a ceaseless gaze. Behind them were soaring doors covered with eyes. They were led inside.

The inner hall was equally immense, hundreds of statues watched them from niches. They led him away first, he tried turning, to tell them he'd be back, but the collar prevented it. The best he could manage was to walk with dignity to what he was sure was the priest's knife. He'd rip as many of them in half as he could first.
>cont

>>30862466
Go for it. We'll still be here.

I got it! Ill have forge father He'Stan rescue Vulcan with the help of Sanguinius and some blood angels who are safe from the effects of the black rage they once suffered from by Sang. Transferring large amounts of his latent energy into their souls, these former death company marines form his new honor guard, but unfortunately he's only able to do this for a small number of marines at a time until they die and the parts of his soul return to him. These are considered the wisest marines of the chapter and though not in the death company any longer they still wear black armor and intricate death symbolizing armor but it is now in mourning of their still unhealed brethren. Thoughts anyone?

>>30862902
He prepared his death song, gained as much slack in the chains as he could. He figured he could break them if he could pound them on an edge.
He was led into a massive feasting hall. It didn't seem quite right. There were rows of cloaked figures, too large to be Eldar, though there were plenty of them, as well. The decor, too, seemed off. It was somehow familiar. And in the center of the room, before a blazing fire, was truly enormous figure in a cloak. It seemed most familiar of all. He was sure it was warp-magic, but he found his head filled with memories that he had though he no longer had, of his childhood on Mundus Planus. This figure reminded him of his father. He tensed as the figure turned. The face. It was smiling.
"Don't you recognize me, my son?" it laughed. "Don't you know that you are welcome in my halls? Remove your chains and join your brothers!"
There was raucous laughter as the sons of Jagatai threw off their hoods and welcomed their new found brother into their midst.


It was weeks later, Yugong stood at the prow of a Raider, his armour painted a sable and was adorned in the savage elegance of the Dark Eldar. He looked behind him, smiled as he saw that Sororitas, clad in borrowed Dark Eldar armor. On other raiders, his battle brothers looked towards the battle. Today they were to eliminate an Inquisitor who had fallen to chaos, taking his retinue and private domain with him.
Yugong would still have to get used to the idea of calling these Eldar fellow warriors, but he'd get there. He trusted Jagatai and he trusted his mission. How had Jagatai phrased it? Ah yes, the free hand of the Emperor, to strike from darkness and defend the Imperium while it slept.

>>30863187
The Neo-Death Company bit? Nice.

Having the Forge-Father rely on the Blood Angels? Not too sold on that, especially because we have no clue where Trazyn will go once he revives Vulkan. If we go with earlier threads, this would be making an agreement with a Necron Dynasty alongside Solemnace, but what else would this entail?

>hasisla implored
Whoever this Hasisla is, Captcha thinks he will be vital in the upcoming case.

>>30863329
Trazyn demands hasisla?

In all seriousness, I think it'd mean an alliance between the rebellious lords of the Sautekh dynasty against Imotekh and his coalition and then Imperial detant with these Lords afterwards.
It might mean that the void dragon awakens. Do we have any idea what it's like?

>>30863329
Ok maybe I didn't consider the second part enough but at least we got something cool out of it

>>30863632
guys i really want to read a battle between horus and abaddon when the new crusade that ineviably is gonna be marching towards terra happens and everything is going to shit, especially if abbadon is superpowered through the 4 chaos gods imbuing him with an obscene amount of power.

>>30863303
>Sororitas, clad in borrowed Dark Eldar armor
>Dark Eldar
>Armor
Um.

>>30864291
What other choice has she got... oh... yeah... that... uh...

...I'll have to change it to something like 'she'd dark-eldarified her armor.'

>>30858772

It was a few days after Kurze had assumed command of the Imperial Intelligence community's ISS, long enough that he was no longer surprised by the numbers of humans around, but not long enough that he was entirely comfortable with it.
Most of them looked at him with a mixture of fear and a distant sort of respect and the ones like Yktrina, who openly admired him (for what he had no idea), were worse. He felt more comfortable around the dark cynicism of Jago and the rest of the marines.
They at least knew he was no hero.
He gazed distractedly at the planet below. He almost felt bad for them; they'd revolted along with the rest of the sector, at the instigation of The Hand of the Emperor, that crazy old Inquisitor on Terra. Kurze had helped to break him. His duty to bring the Emperor's Justice, just as it was to do so here. No, what concerned Kurze was that he'd enjoyed it. He hadn't really felt comfortable discussing it with anyone, not even Corax or... he paused as he realized he'd never gotten his brother's name. He'd said 'Call me Ishmael', but Kruze had suspected that wasn't it. Ishmael had just laughed 'Names are power. I give you my true name, what's to stop you doing warp-magic and turning me into a newt? Besides, does it really matter what my true name is so long as you've something to call me?'
Kurze had had to admit it didn't matter and that had been that.
But no, Ishmael had enjoyed his part as the 'face of judgement'. Corax had clearly enjoyed the sneaking about, and Alpharius had clearly enjoyed the planning. And he'd enjoyed it too, but the company most of all.
Yes, they'd all enjoyed driving that old man insane, driving mad his disciples, and breaking apart their entire force from the inside.
Kurze had had to fight to keep from giggling (Corax did), when the old man had given Ishmael the detonator, convinced that Ishmael was a lieutenant and that he was no longer able to judge reality. What fun.
>cont

>>30865249
And yet he couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed it, smiled as suicides had increased, as inquisitors fled from the fortresses, pursued by assassins. It meant they were saving Terra, he'd told himself, but a deeper, more honest knowledge told him he enjoyed the challenge.
And what was so wrong with that? Alpharius did too. Alpharius started up a betting pool for how long it would take high priority targets inside to break. Ishmael was uncomfortably accurate. And yet they were the heroes of the Imperium, the God Emperor's semi-divine sons.

And here he was, to bring 'justice' to another world. As he looked around his staff, he couldn't blame the assembled humans. They had conviction, and, more importantly, they'd never brought a world to compliance.
And Kurze could at least comfort himself that he didn't exactly enjoy this either. All except for that same voice as before which told him he did, which told him to make the streets run red. On Nostromo, he'd used to listen to that voice. He tried to ignore it now as he prepared to give his orders.
"Make the traitors pay, make them suffer", it said.
"This is a grim task, that we have before us, but these people have declared war on the Imperium. They have turned their backs on the God Emperor. They're just afraid. And when they're afraid, they become stubborn, and like this, we cannot reach them except on their own terms. Most of them are good people caught up in the moment. It falls to us to pass judgement."
He paused for a moment. The humans looked at him with respect. And Yketrina was admiring. He wondered if they'd still look at him like that when they were finished.
In that moment, Kurze made a decision. It was a new era, he could try something new.
"We commence the operation at dusk."

At dusk, the drop pods fell from the sky. Marines in midnight clad emerged, bearing icons of the Emperor.
"You have denied his will. Return home and to the Imperium, or face his judgement."
>cont

>>30865567
Kurze relaxed visibly as most did just that.

The rest began throwing stones and firing primitive stubbers at the Astartes.
"You have been found guilty."
The bolter fire cut down the rows of rioters. In minutes, every major dissident group on the planet had been torn to shreds. The bodies were left where they fell.
Kurze spoke over the voxes, "We have been merciful. Imperial control is restored."

Three planets in the area capitulated. Most ignored the event except to stockpile weaponry. For the next few days, Kurze carried on the compliance of the sector listlessly. Marines had to fight on every world and the secessionists only grew bolder.

It was late when Yketrina came to his quarters with news, but Kurze told her it could wait a moment.
"You seem confused by my actions of late."
"Well, it was just that your reputation was..."
"Bloodier?"
"More effective. You know, the Obsidian Mirror has done compliance operations, too. There are arbiters on this ship. We've all experienced imperial justice before."
"I know that, but I was hoping that there was another solution, that the heads wouldn't have to adorn pikes. I figured my brothers and I have been given a second chance, so I might as well try to take it."
Yketrina paused.
"Then it grieves me much to tell you what I must."
She told him that militants sized infrastructure on Erandi Setii Seven and several other planets they'd brought back into compliance. People who had surrendered and returned home had been tracked down and killed, their bodies placed on public display. Chaos iconography had popped up on other planets that were preparing for war. On the worlds that did remain loyal, terrorist cells were beginning public bombings.
Kurze closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
Inside that voice was laughing. "People never learn, they only understand one language. You know what that is Konrad." He ignored it.
"We return to Erandi Setii Seven. I fix my mistake."
>cont

>>30865843
Hours later, the fleet arrived in orbit over Erandi Setii Seven.
Kurze went on the vox all over the sector.
"Hello. It seems that my initial visit was not enough to convince you the error of your ways. And really, that's not my job. Lorgar is the one for theology and worship. Sanguinus is the one to set the heroic example. I'm here as judge, jury, and executioner. I'm the law and I find you guilty.
What you need to understand is that when you commit a crime, you undermine the structure of your society. To those of you who consider yourself 'innocents', every one of you is in a unique situation. Many of you are too afraid to fight for what is right. I understand that. Perhaps you have family that they'll hurt if you stand up to them. Fair. But if you let them have their way, how long will it be before they come for your family anyway? You let them have their way and it means that we must fight them. When you stand by, you let them have their way. Some of you are too young or too old, and sometimes there are not enough of you, and in these cases, I am sorry. But in cases like these, the guilty will take the innocent hostage. The terrorist hides in a school, the tyrant behind the voice of an oppressed people. And we cannot afford to allow this. We do not negotiate with terrorists, we do not allow the guilty to make a shield of the innocent. We will try to save hostages whenever possible, but it isn't always and for that, I personally apologize. I pray that you find your way to the Emperor's side, but we cannot allow justice to be stayed. I hope that the rest of you watching will learn from this little lesson so that I shall never again have to repeat it. I hope that the sacrifices of today are worth it.
To all of you:
Think on your sins. We have come for you."
As he went off-air, he hoped he was doing the right thing.
"You may begin."
>cont

>>30866093
Within moments, the arrays deployed, turning day into night across the world below. Marines rode drop pods screaming towards the ground. Their orders were simple: 10 heads per marine, kill any that resisted, leave children alone.
Pile the heads in town squares. Take trophies of judgement as usual. If a site was home to organized resistance, level it.

Within 3 hours, resistance had ceased. The leaders of the rebellion and the cells were captured and flayed alive, their screams broadcast across the sector. On dozens of planets, riots broke out immediately, the citizens attempting to return to the Imperium. Several suceeded even before the support squads Kurze dispatched arrived.

That night, Kurze dreamed of Ishmael. Ismael was sitting, talking with him and told him to call him Brother Ishmael. They talked about books and about drama as they had on many evenings when they'd been together, but in the dream, they talked about the relationship between actor and role and author and book. The dream was interrupted when a Void Reaver entered, 'Captain, my captain' and Ishmael had had to leave.
Kurze awoke thinking about that. He remembered that amongst Ishamael's men, he'd only ever heard of them call him 'Captain' or 'The Captain'. And Kurze understood.

When his fleet arrived at the few worlds that still resisted, Kurze tried something new.
"When Conrad Kurze came, he offered you the chance to surrender. That chance is gone. Now, Night Haunter is here. Now, it is time for justice."
After this broadcast, he turned to a surprised Yketrina. "Conrad Kurze is merciful, but he only comes once. I think the most important thing for us, is that we have rules and that we follow them. Otherwise, we're just monsters in a uniform, imperial sanction or not."
Kurze still wasn't sure he believed it, but at least time her admiration didn't make him feel unclean. And that, for now, he could live with.

>>30866333


Story for tomorrow that ties into this:
Continue the story from last thread that I'd been meh about, have Yketrina and Grushenka debating the loyalty of the returned primarchs and what they should do. Have Yketrina explain why Kurze had always been her favourite. (Because he seemed to really think about the situation he'd been placed in. Sure he ended up as a traitor, but his dying words 'I'd been expecting you. Death is nothing compared to vindication', Says so much about the guy.)

I'll leave what action they take unclear, other than making some propaganda in favor of the primarchs.
Grushenka might be a Lorgar fan... well not fan, but view him sympathetically. She doesn't admire him, but she sees him not as a villain, but as a sad and lonely man who needed a higher power to serve and that she can sympathize with, even if she doesn't like his actions.
Again, idea is that since they're the Imperium's NSA, they know a lot of things they probably shouldn't.

Oh, also, note that Kurze doesn't know Omegon exists, unless you think he should.

>>30862437
>>30862902
>>30863303
fuck yes, dis is gooooooood

>>30865249
>>30865567
>>30865843
>>30866093
>>30866333
>the crazy is actually still there but he can actually control himself
i like this, also i like the concept of him only giving mercy once before he goes full holy war murder.

>>30866093

As evil as this is, it really fits the character. He's still fucking nuts, but he can keep a handle on himself.

>>30865249
>>30865567
>>30865843
>>30866093
>>30866333
>>30866469
Very nice, although I was looking forward to writing the "infiltrating the imperial palace" segment.

>>30863303
This is exactly what I imagined Khan to be like. And fits my side of the story perfectly. Awesome.

>>30859998
cont.

All the officers at the strategum watched as display got filled with small red dots, each one – an enemy ship emerging from warp behind the Khan's fleet in what seemed to be a pursuit. Ten, twenty, fifty, so many that Varynski eventually stopped taking count, as the dots formed a chaotic and irregular formation. They were extremely fast, and were heading at full speed in their direction. He saw one ship in particular, designated Delta Echo One, that looked as if it was keeping at the rear of the formation, despite it's monstrous size. That would very well be the flagship of the Dark Eldar, the race ever-hesitant to risk their lives in vain.

- How long before they reach Khan's fleet?

- Sir, about thirty minutes. Khan won't make it in time.

Indeed, as the display zoomed out they could see the situation clearly. Closest to Mars, where the Imperial Battlefleet had drawn the line, was the main battle, with units fighting among asteroids and in the vast vacuum of space around the planet and its moons. Then, there was a good few dozen, close to a hundred small ships, a ragtag band of rogues and pirates brought together in some mysterious way by the Khan to aid Terra. And then the powerful Dark Eldar fleet, its size such that it could very well turn the tide of the battle. If they strike now, Varynski thought, the whole right flank of the Imperium would crumble, and with it – the whole formation, as most ships were now engaged in close range fights.

However, if Ragnarok could delay the Dark Eldar somehow long enough for the right flank to rout the Chaos forces completely, they would stand a chance. Not a big one, but that was at least something to work with. For some reason, the elderly admiral reminded himself of his old mentor, back from his cadet days.

>>30868745
I'm gonna do a flashback here where Varynski is a cadet and on his supervised training flight they meet some Orks or whatever and his teacher sacrifices himself so that the cadet under his protection survives in a drop pod, and Varynski will feel that now it's his turn to show the kids how it's done.
Anatolius, the Space Wolves captain, and his whole company will refuse to leave to save their lives, instead will board as many DE ships as possible during Ragnarok's suicide charge.

I'm unsure of where to go from here, I was going to write the infiltration of the Imperial Palace, but that seems to have been done already.

>>30868935
Not in it's entirety I guess. The Palace encompasses most of Terra, and there's many things to still write about its siege - taking the halls of the High Lords, securing the Custodes high command, the Golden Throne.

>>30868745
cont.

- Engage thrusters, Daniel, slowly. Just like in the simulator. That's right. - he heard the calm voice of Chief Instructor Toivonen guiding him, as their vessel lifted off the ground. It was an unarmed, training ship, fairly agile and fast, designed to test the abilities of a pilot as he was given a very sensitive unit to handle. Terra, Daniel would show them how it's done. He'd spent hundreds of hours in the simulators, and by now he could've done it with his eyes shut. - Now there, don't be cocky, cadet. We still haven't reached the orbit. - the instructor said through vox, as he saw the confidence of the young pilot. It didn't change the fact that he smiled as he was saying those words, happy he wasn't there for his student to see him.

- Aye, sir.

The ship went higher and higher, above the spires of the port authorities, above the highest houses of the nobility, and then – into the vacuum of space around the planet of Tars, a system located a few light years from Fenris, an important world on the ever-busy route to Cadia. Through the glass of the cockpit's visors Daniel could see his instructors ship, the same class as his own, rise up next to him.

- Allright, let's do this nice and easy then. We have two rounds around Tars II to do, and after that manouvering through Tars III asteroid fields. Cadet Varynski, commence training exercise.

- Roger that. Moving to two thirds sublight speed.

>>30868962
Okay, but the main liberation fleet's going to have to arrive soon, I would've thought you'd want to write that part.

>>30868986
cont.

The pair of ships began their flight around the planet, with the cadet's ship performing various manouvers around the artificial sattelites and through traffic routes as per the training's schedule. After a good few hours, they found themselves en route to the rocky belt surrounding the star of Tars, near Tars' III orbit. All was going well, until the scanner picked up a strange warp signature.

- Sir, flight Echo One Nine, reporting unidentified warp signatures in quadrant Tars-four-one-five, relaying data now.

Toivonen raised his brow as he watched the information pour in. By now his sensors also received the signal. Weird, he thought, there was nothing scheduled here from Cadia today.

- Ignore that cadet, focus on the task at hand. I'll analyze the new data.

- Aye, sir.

And so they kept their course, as they went closer to the signatures' point of origin. By now they were close enough for the training ship equipment to properly assess the data. When he saw the feed, Toivonen went pale.

- Cadet Varynski, form up on me, pattern Jupiter five, and do not stray.

>>30868999
Nah, I'm only doing the part of battle vs Black Crusade right now. You can do all that liberation from inquisitors part, it'll take a while before I finish what I have in mind anyway.

>>30869040
cont.

Daniel did as he was ordered to, though reluctantly. What was going on? Was it that weird signal? He fought with himself, but eventually he disregarded his order and began to run analisation sequences on the few ships that entered the system. By now they were nearly at the asteroid belt, and a few of the signatures separated from the main group of about five. It seemed that some light ships, possibly fighters were heading their way, with ETA at about ten minutes. He realised he'd began sweating now.

- Cadet Varynski, I need you to plot a course for comms array Epsilon right now and head there at full throttle. Have them contact Tars Primary and Fenris. Tell them that we have hostiles inbound for Tars Primary. - the rest of the transmission he did not hear properly.

- Sir, repeat your last order.

- I repeat, Cadet Varynski, make haste for comms array Epsilon, now! Tell them that we have Chaos ships inbound to Tars Primary! Get a warp-ready ship and make at full speed for Fenris! Get help goddamnit!

- Sir, what about you?

- I'll provide cover from those fighters that are inbound.

Varynski looked at the screens. The training ships were unarmed. It was madness. Chaos ships came from the direction of Cadia. Terra allmighty! They passed the blockade! It was a splinter from the Black Crusade! By now he realised what was going on. Tars' Primary sensor arrays were on the far side of the planet right now. Before they get past the shadow of the globe, it will be too late. The ships will begin their assault before they even get a warning. But if they made it in time to Epsilon...

- Sir, I advise you follow me and we both head for Epsilon. You will die there, captain!

- Their fighters are too fast. Besides, I shouldn't hog all the glory. Toivonen out, and may the Emperor watch over you.

>>30869148
cont.

He watched as the instructors' ship changed course to intercept the fighters, and engage them in a horribly one-sided dogfight among the asteroids of Tars III. He would die there, for sure. But he might just get them focused enough that they forget about the single training ship that will sound the alarm.

He knew Toivonen had made his choice, and it was up to him if his sacrifice would be in vain. He pushed the throttle to its maximum and his craft began it's journey towards one of the stations around Tars III's moon. He watched as his radar showed five Chaos fighters engage and pursue the single, defiant green dot that danced its way through the rocky path. Explosions, quickly vanishing in the vacuum, burst as their laser fire tore through the asteroids. Now it was too late to change what they've done.

It took a good few minutes before the array was visible, with his instructor's ship long gone from his scanners, to far to see. He hoped he would make it. He knew he could not.

>Well, I finally got something. Took me damn near long enough to do so.

"This is... Great Vaul, this is impossible..."
And yet, in the distance of this aging world, there was indeed a giant of a man the Eldar had had since thought lost to the universe, donning a purple robe.
"Our orders, lord Farseer?" One of the Seer Council asked the lead Farseer.
"We..." the shock was more than he could take. "We need to retreat further. He will not find us so easily."
They departed soundlessly, but they did not depart unnoticed, as the giant had noticed something.

"Farseer Elsandar, who was that?" One of them asked out of concern as soon as they were out of range.
The Farseer struggled to regain some composure. "That man.. Ages ago, before the ages of Terra's civil wars, my mentor had met with him."
Another one, a woman, concluded, "You mean that he was...."
"Yes," the Farseer mentioned. "He was the man Eldrad Ulthran had tried to warn the Imperium of about the Great Enemy. But...his memoirs mentioned that when he did, the meeting was far too late. This...makes no sense..."
The last of his Seers chided him, "We cannot be lamenting here due to chronological contradictions. You are wasting too much time as it is lamenting the possibility that was wasted ages ago."
Elsandar perked up, "Yes...yes, that would help, Emilri. The last of our charges should be..." He scattered a bit of dirt around to form a crude sort of map. His seer powers then arranged it to form the geographical map needed to detail their objective. "There. Exarch Kathar?"
The Warp Spiders, plus Exarch, appeared in that instant. "You have need of us?"
"I do." He pointed to an open clearing. "Here. We must bury a charge here. Should the Orks land here, as the runes have foretold, this will destroy their largest primitive rok. That will leave them squabbling for far longer and allow us to clear them far more easily."
"Your will be done," He vanished just as swiftly with his students.
>cont

>>30869231
cont.

- Epsilon array, this is flight Echo One Nine, requestion clearence to dock. I repeat, Epsilon array, this is flight Echo One Nine, requestion clearance to dock. This is an emergency. Open the hangars! - he could hear the panic in his own voice as he voxed through.

- Echo One Nine, this is Epsilon array. You are not scheduled for docking. State your business.

- Epsilon array, this is Echo One Nine, open those hangar doors or I'll ram my ship in them! We have Chaos ships in the system inbound for Tars Primary!

- Wait a moment, we need to check your information. - the painfully cold voice voxed, and now all that was left was static. Goddamn fleet bureaucracy! There is no time for that now, Daniel thought.

- Clearance granted, hangar bay two opening up now. Follow docking procedures.

- Roger that Epsilon array, Echo One Nine commencing docking now.

If there ever was an ideal docking, it was done now. He didn't even slow down as he made at full speed for the bay, using his reverse thrusters to put the ship to an abrupt halt as he flew in, smouldering parts of the station's hull as he entered. There is no time, there is no time, he uttered to himself. The hatch opened and Daniel jumped out and ran through the hangar, ignoring the alarmed shouts he heard from hangar personnel. He burst through the corridors and went directly to the command room, almost knocking down a few naval security officers as he ran.

>>30869316
cont.

- Relay the information to Tars Primary! We have a small Chaos unit inbound for the planet, coming from the direction of Cadia! - he yelled towards the commanding officer at one of the stations. The array was a small outpost and there was hardly any crew in the room. - I'm under orders from Captain Toivonen of 5th Stormbolts to secure and command a warp-ready vessel, and get you to send distress calls to whoever can answer.

The commanding officer looked at him as if he did not understand what he just said. Daniel cursed under his nose and just went up to one of the comms officers.

- Give me Tars Primary, now!

- Sir, what are you- the commanding officer began and froze, as Daniel simply reached out for his gun and pointed it at him.

- I am no commissar, officer, but as a fleet cadet I am of senior rank here, and I will lay down His wrath on anyone who dares defy His work. Now give me that fucking connection!

The comms officer did as he was told to, and soon Varynski was done. All was in the hands of the good souls on Tars Primary now. They did not have much time, but at least they could shelter some of the hive cities' population by the time bombardment begins.

- Now get me my ship and an astropath.

>>30869381
cont.

It took months to fight off the incursion. He made it to Fenris, almost killing the Epsilon array's commanding officer in a fit of rage in the process. He warned the fleet there and soon an expedition was on its way to liberate the distressed system. Captain Toivonen's shipwreck was found days later, among debris from two of the Chaos fighters that could not match his piloting skills and crashed into the asteroids of Tars III. Toivonen had no guns, and still managed to save countless lives. For their achievements, Daniel was awarded command over his own ship and began his career as a high ranking officer of the fleet, with personal recognition from the Astartes chapter. Posthumously, Toivonen was raised to admiralty, and awarded a Macharian Cross.

Now it was different. He wasn't unarmed like Toivonen. He had the fleet's mightiest ship under his command, and he knew what needed to be done.

- Master Garth, get me vox comms to all friendly units in our vicinity, and reach out to Khan's ships. I have something to say.

- Aye, sir.

>>30869289
Off in the distance, the Farseer kept watch on the Spiders as they jumped to and fro, their course monitored by the Farseer and his Council.

"Be this the place you need it, Farseer?" the Exarch asked.
"Yes. Hide the charge. They will not expect this."
By the time the Warp Spiders finished their job, they heard a faint rustling in the overgrowth. "Someone is here!" one of the Council asked. "We must to cover!"
As Elsandar laid low to find his way, he had the worst luck to be had in the history of his race as he ran straight into the giant.
"Hmmm, to find Eldar of all things here..." he noted.
The Farseer was thanking himself that he had kept his faceplate on, for the terror on his face would have been indescribable. If his mentor's memoirs were to be followed, then this would lead to the giant slaying everyone present.
"You...need not be afraid of me," the purple man intoned. "I am not sure what had happened before between our races, but I do not believe that I have any reason to bear a grudge against you."

Before...? The Farseer's mind raced even harder. What does that even mean? How could this man not even know what had taken place if he were the one who caused it? But more terrifyingly, he would be slain by...
Wait, where is the tainted blade? The blade that leaked with the powers of She Who Thirsts, demanding his constant grip?

"I am unarmed," he assured the Eldar with open arms. "I have come here because I have sought a place to gather my thoughts without need to remember what had passed." He had taken a seat as well, presuming the Farseer's silence to be an invitation. "You see, apparently...I had done some reprehensible actions in the past. I had murdered countless many of my own kin, betrayed my brothers, and apparently turned into a daemon. But...I do not remember that."
What?
"I recall being on crusade with my brothers. We were going to target a planet by the name of... I think it was Laer."
Laer.
LAER.
>cont

>>30869438
cont.

- This is Grand Admiral Daniel Varynski of 1st Fenris Fleet and acting commander of the Ragnarok. To any and all who can hear me, we have a new situation on our hands. We have a sizeable Dark Eldar fleet inbound, pursuing vessels of our beloved Emperor's son, the Khan. The Ragnarok will engage that fleet and delay their arrival for as long as it is able to, securing a safe passage for our allies and buying us time to completely rout the Chaos forces on our flank. I hereby transfer command of the 1st Fleet to Admiral Sofon onboard the Jormugand. Any ship willing to aid us in this task is welcome to do so, though chances of success are slim. Good hunting men, and may the Emperor have mercy on us all.

As the words rang out, the whole strategum went silent, everyone staring the their Admiral. The Astartes captain Anatolius walked forth, and stopped at the strategum table. The Admiral spoke once again.

- Have the crew man any fighters, thunderhawks and escape pods they can. Transfer batteries command to my station. Brother Anatolius, have your men off this ship. We're not going back from this one.

- Admiral Varynski – the Astartes captain spoke for the first time during the battle, his voice calm – I am born to fight, not to run. We will stand with you.

>>30869571
I'm off for a few hours, I hope you guys like where I'm going with this. I'll be back 19ish UTC+1.

>>30869542
Don't forget all the maiden worlds he had virus bombed.

>>30869610
All in the line of duty.
Besides, I wanted to portray the old admiral as a total badass, virus bombing doesn't really fit there *chuckles*. To tell you the truth, it was planned to be much shorter, but things kind of escalated once I began writing.

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>>30869760
And it's hard not to escalate when you're writing about stuff like this.

>>30869760
Not you darling, I was talking to Lorgarfag about Fulgrim.

Does anyone have any pictures of Fulgrim using Fireblade?

>>30869542
Laer was the origin of that cursed sword.
"But by some sojurn," he continued, "We had found our way to a universe mirroring our own in almost every way, shape and form except for the fact that half of us...turned corrupt."

This was... if he never turned to the Great Enemy here, then...
"You...are not our enemy?"
He gave a bit of a chuckle. "Without cause, at least. A sentiment that I think some of my brothers might needle me for, but considering what I am here for, war is the last thing I wish to partake in at the moment."
"And what....is that goal?"
He cast a glance to the stars. "Atonement."
The Farseer cast an uneasy glance. "There is more then human blood that you spilled on that path to daemonhood."
"Is that so?"
"When a Farseer met you ages ago, you were already tainted. In response to accusations of impurity, you murdered his council and, believing that this would be the only way to stop our deceit, destroyed many of our worlds."
He thought this over. "Well, I would take offense to accusations of being corrupt, but outright murder to silence dissent? How craven." He was reminded of Istvaan, of the many corpses ha had laid to rest there. "But...that is not me. Not anymore. To be perfectly frank, the Eldar Culture is rather...something I would be interested in seeing."

The Farseer paused. It was clear that this was not the same Emperor-child that had blighted the Eldar before. He bore the same face, but...that was all. Instead of a festering rot inside, there was something more...familiar. A preference for something far more than just warfare.

"Perhaps..." he thought, "There is a chance for humanity after all..."
>END

>>30862527
>>30862643
I was thinking, in most of the cases, maybe except of Angron (due to fighting while using his head instead of Butcher's Nails rage), a Primarch defeating his Daemon version would be hardly possible. And on Istvaan V, Salamanders of Vulkan fought against Death Guard of Mortarion, the two Legions being foils of each other in a way: both endures, both wanted to protect the normal people, the only difference is that Salamanders chose Fire and Melta, while Death Guard chose Toxic and Phospex.

>>30870285
Love it

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====THE IMPERIAL PALACE====
"The detonator is secured". Alpharius' voice carried perfectly across the vox, Corax noted.
"Copy that," He murmured.
"Be advised: warheads can still be detonated manually." Corax shifted his weight, the crampons in his armoured boots holding him firmly to the marble wall. A light glittered in his peripheral vision, beyond the spectrum the human eye could see.
"I see you brother. Any sign of the inquisitor?"
"Yes, we saw him proceeding towards the northwest armoury. He seemed alone, but we believe that the remaining warhead is located there."
"The one you have not accounted for?"
"Yes."
Corax glanced along the massive hallway he was in. From the top, he estimated a drop of fifty metres or more to the tiled floor. The edges of the arched roof were studded with religious paraphernalia that made Corax feel slightly uneasy. In his mind's eye, he painted a path along the wall, using statues and busts as hand and foot holds.
"Then," he muttered, swinging a leg onto the first foothold,
"that is where we shall go."

>>30870925
and so it begins, been looking forward to this

>>30870285

Exactly what I was thinking. DP Fulgrim and DP Perturbo were double-teamed while DP Magnus chose to sacrifice himself instead to kill Fateweaver.

>>30871249
Maybe resurrected Primarchs that didn't lived to become Daemon Princes would face such from their former disciples? Like Curze taking on Axemaster or maybe Talonmaster as well?

BTW: I think that Eliphas should try to SINDRI'd Abaddon.

>Painful eozenst
I'll believe you, Captcha, on the notion on that it is painful.

>>30870925
Corax changed frequencies, speaking to an Omegon:
"Send word to the strike cruiser, tell Horus we have the detonator and are moving on the inquisitor."
"Aye".
Alpharius spoke again:
"Situation update, we are seeing members of the Assassinorum at the inquisitor's location."
"Temples?" said Corax, awkwardly climbing over a statue of a skull-faced, winged humanoid.
"So far, Vindicare and Callidus, but we are sure there are more."

TIMESKIP
Corax dropped soundlessly onto the floor, the fifty metre drop not hindering him in the slightest.
"At the entrance to the armoury," he glanced at a thick bundle of cables snaking through a gap in the entrance. He heard the faintest sound of a footstep behind him, and glanced over his shoulder to see an Alpharius, still in Luna wolves wargear, covering him from behind. The two exchanged nods, and Corax pushed the armoury door open, ever so gently. The room opened up into a wide space further ahead, but Corax' eyes were drawn to the magnificent array of relic weaponry to his right. For a moment, Corax' fingers itched, the desire to swipe something almost overcoming him. A faint glitter in the corner of his eye caused him to jerk his head back, the exitus bullet taking a chunk out of the precious marble wall. The crash of the gunshot reached him a moment later, as he dived into cover. The Alpharius seemed to have worked out where the shot had come from, as their bolter began spitting fire into the open space beyond the armoury room. Another shot came, striking sparks off Alpharius' right pauldron and ricocheting off one of Corax' greaves. Both Primarchs pressed themselves into the edges of the tiny room, wary of another shot.
"I need cover fire." Corax mouthed to his brother. Alpharius nodded and held up three fingers. Corax tensed himself and waited. On three, Alpharius sent a massive burst of Bolter fire through the opening. Corax sprinted through, diving behind the first thing he saw, a large cylinder.

>>30871398
Pressing himself tightly against the impromptu cover, Corax noticed the cables he had seen earlier. They split up one leading into the cylinder Corax was crouched behind. Intrigued, Corax followed the cable until he had turned around, looking towards the direction the gunshots were coming from, and into the cylinder he was standing against. A terrifying skull face leered back at him through the armourglass cover. Corax looked around, the room was packed with these cylinders, hundreds of them. Each holding an Eversor assassin.

>>30871366
I'm also thinking there should be a part where Horus goes berserk on Erebus and wipes him out of the face of the Materium. I may or may not follow up on this idea later on.

>>30871920
Sounds like fun.

>>30871920
Considering I already had Lorgar off Phaeron for the same reason, I'd be looking forward to this.

Especially if we can play with what Erebus really believes in. I admit, I never really focused on whether or not Erebus was corrupted when they arrived. If Lorgar tries to come to his defense and tries to forge something of a truce.

>>30869571
cont.

The fleet commander gazed at the people around him. Every man in the chamber was now standing, looking at their leader. Not one of them deserted his post and it wasn't looking like anyone was planning to. Varynski felt proud to be the leader of those brave soldiers, and proud to be human. The eyes of his subordinates were full of defiance, of courage, the look that he thought Captain – no, Admiral Toivonen had when he sacrificed himself for the good of the Imperium. The first officer broke the silence, and handed a vox communicator to the Admiral.

- Sir, this is for you.

Daniel grabbed the vox comm and spoke.

- Strategum, over.

- Admiral, this is Chief Mechanic Sareth. Forgive me for speaking bluntly, sir, but I think I speak for all of my men when I say that if you think we're leaving you now you're much dumber than I thought. Sir. - Varynski could hear a silent cough and a nervous silence, as his officer began to understand that what he just said could easily end in a martial court in normal circumstances. He smiled.

- Objection noted, Chief. - he said, as he looked up upon the display ahead of him.

- Allright men, show is over. Let's see what this beauty can do, shall we? Turn her about Master Garth, and give me as much speed as we can get. Ready the fore batteries!

The Ragnarok took a slow turn, as it raced to face the Dark Eldar vessels already on their way to intercept Khan's fleet. Its giant and majestic hull danced through the enemy formation, never ceasing to continously pummel the surrounding enemy ships, now scattering in panic. A small corvette of the Chaos fleet didn't anticipate the Imperial ship's manouver in time, and simply blew up as it crashed its miniscule form on the starboard of the monstrous flagship.

>>30871984
I was always under the impression that Erebus was 'patient zero', the first tainted. He first spread Chaos to Kor Phareon, then Lorgar, then basically cheated Horus and forced the events upon him.

So there's no atonement for this dude. He's going DOWN.

>>30872113
Preferably after having a complete breakdown first.

>>30868935
And I tried to only touch on it lightly with a Kurze centric view. Would be interesting to see what Corax thinks of it, as Corax will likely be joking with Kurze the whole time and glide over any moral dilemmas. Which works perfectly!

Tangentially, I like the idea that Ishmael gives everyone a different name, since he sees himself as acting a different role for them.


Also, how do you all feel about characters making literary references? I can't wholly get behind it, since they'd not have read the works, but at the same time, it just feels off not to have these guys doing that, particularly Kurze, Fulgrim, and Pirateman.

>>30872272
Well, logically, the more popular the literary work is today, the more likely it is that copies of it will be preserved to the M31, because more copies of it will be produced. Makes sense to me, anyway. I'm fine with it personally, giggled a little bit at "Call me Ishmael."

>>30872094
cont.

To his surprise, Varynski could see the display showing multiple friendly units forming up in an offensive Scythe pattern ahead of the Ragnarok, with multiple ships changing their course to follow in their wake, including Fenris Defiant and Odin, two sizeable battleships.

- Grand Admiral, this is Commodore Ulther of the battleship Odin – the vox chattered – we'll be proud to be of aid.

- Rangarok, Foxtrot Wing is glad to provide fighter cover, over.

Similar reports kept pouring in as the ships nearest to their flagship heeded the call and formed up around it. Most of the fleet, however, kept formation, hurrying to finish up the fight on their flank and get ready to repel the new threat, with Jormugand engaging in what seemed to be a boarding operation with the enemy command ship.

The ragtag fleet of pirates and rogues under Khans's leadership flew past the makeshift defence fleet, hurrying to join their compatriots. The enemy fighters were already beginning to fire at straggling units, as they closed in on marauders.

- Fore batteries, provide covering fire for the Khan. Fire at will! - the first officer shouted over the strategum table, and shortly after lasfire and projectiles created a monstrous barrage in front of the ship, blowing up a sizeable chunk of the enemy fighter formations. They spread out, and that was to be their demise as Foxtrot Wing jumped in on them, flying in formation as if on a parade, and killing what was left. Still ahead of them loomed the whole fleet though, with the enemy flagship designated Delta Echo One beside the first waves of cruisers.

- Rudder five degrees to starboard, take course to intercept target Delta Echo One, have fore batteries make us a path and hold your fire on port batteries! - Grand Admiral ordered, and the ship adjusted its bearing slightly. First enemy vessels were getting in range and a carpet of lasfire opened up between the two sides, as they closed in.

I'm leaving Khan's POV here, as I'm neither too knowledgable about him, nor too eager to hog this all to myself so if anyone wants to do his part feel free to take a shot at it.

>>30872351
Which opens the distinct possibility that Konrad Kurze had read Heart of Darkness.
I like that.

>>30872416
I could, COULD, possibly take up the Khan, but I'd prefer to cover more on how he got to be in the hierarchy of Commorragh.

Less toes to step, etc.

>>30872509
Just saying. If you have any ideas about his fleet, or what he would do in my scenario I'd welcome some tips because I got fuck all

>>30872509
Do it. Join us. And honestly, the thing that drew us here is that it is a collaborative story telling effort. So you coming up with stuff isn't a problem. If we don't like it, we'll tell you and tell you why, but odds are, you're going to come up with something that gives us a new idea, something we'd not have thought of on our own.
So yeah.
Get on it Khanfag.

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It just struck me, that with all our work combined we could be staring at the biggest writefaggotry attempt ever on /tg/.

Wow.

>>30872610
And we've still so many primarchs to go >_< And events!

And then there's the possibility of crunch!

And we need a drawfag!

>>30872370
cont.

The Astartes walked out, his heavy armour clanging on the steel deck. The doors to the strategum were shut as he left, leaving the Navy to take care of the task at hand.

Which was ardous to say the least. Ragnarok was now receiving fire from a multiple of enemy detachments, and though each one of the enemy vessels was laughingly small compared to its bulwark, their combined efforts began to tear apart the ships front armour. The flagship however was not falling short, as it wrecked any Dark Eldar spacecraft in its immediate course, securing a bloody path towards its goal.

As the two behemoths lined their sides towards each other with no more than a few hundred metres between them, an eerie silence fell in the strategum as everyone waited for the Admiral to make the call. Finally, the order came.

- Port batteries, open fire! Full broadside! Boarding ships, follow up on the salvo! Rudder to port, ten degrees, slow down to two thirds! - Varynski called, and his officers relayed the orders through vox.

There was a powerful blaze as both the Dark Eldar and Imperial ships opened a relentless barrage, their batteries shredding enemy hulls and sending both ships into a dance of death.

I've been following this thread for since the start, and I have to give all you writefags props. It's great what's being done here.

I'm proud of you, /tg/. Pat yourself on the back.

>>30872804
I've already taken the liberty of awarding myself a few well earned beers yesterday. I'm afraid if I keep it up my liver might get some problems.

>>30872741
cont.

After the opening exchange of lasfire, drop pods and thunderhawks shot out of the side of Rangarok, looking as if a second broadside was fired – instead this time delivering a deadly payload of enraged Space Wolves. Their ships went through holes torn out by their motherships' guns and began the assault.

The enemy fleet seemed stunned by the audacity of the Imperial Admiral, fighting to scramble ships to aid their distressed flagship. Their advance toward Terra was put to a halt, and a bitter fight ensued between an overwhelming Dark Eldar fleet and the few ships that followed the Ragnarok in its charge. Seeing the events on the display, Varynski couldn't help but smile. The plan was working. Terra, it was working!

- Sir, we have multiple hull breaches in starboard compartments. We're getting blasted here, admiral. - First officer Garth relayed the report. - The ship won't last long.

And so, after a thoroughly unsatisfying dinner, I return to continue writefagging. How do you guys think I'm doing so far?

>>30872370
>>30872741

Fuck, I screwed up copying from my .odt file. After "as they closed in", and before "The Astertes" there's this part:

Varynski remembered his years back in the officer school. Dark Eldar are best beat when forced with overwhelming odds, and if he could make it look like their very lives were in danger, he could force the enemy commander to retreat, leaving his fleet to its doom.

- Captain Anatolius, have you men get ready to board Delta Echo One, if we can't take it down by force, we'll take it from them with the help of your battle brothers. - he spoke to the colossus next to him.

- I'll lead the charge myself. - Anatolius said, as he began to walk out, headed towards the hangar bays. - It's been a pleasure, Admiral.

- Likewise.

*blushes*

>>30872858
Get that Corax in Imperial Palace bit, it's been going well.

I need help, /tg/.

I remember that *somewhere* in the fluff - I think it was Ultramarines - there was a bit where a battleship overloaded its warp drive and blew up taking the enemy with it.

I need info on that as I think I'll go with that to finish my story.

I need to know:
- How does one go about it
- What happens? Does a small warp storm emerge? Is it just a huge fucking explosion?
- How long does it take?
- or simply where to find info so I can read up on it myself.

Any help is *really* welcome anons.

>>30873007
It was the Dominus Astra, during the Battle with Hive Fleet Behemoth. My headcanon of how one causes a warp breach is by spinning up the warp engines to create a breach in realspace, as one would when beginning transit. However, if the breach is expanded further and further, it will begin to draw in what is around it. If the warp engines are destroyed of ejected during this, the breach will expand out of control and then rapidly contract on itself until it closes completely. I would imagine that the bigger warp drives, (as found on battleships and battle-barges) would be able to create a much larger warp rift than a smaller ship.

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>>30873104
This also has the effect of drawing a large number of daemons to the realspace side of the rift, ready to devour any unfortunate souls who survive passage through the warp rift.

>>30873148
>>30873104
>>30873007
Does that help?

>>30873148
May be wrong but "The Lion" story in the primarch's books has something similar i think which is cause by having the warp engines and shields on at the same time causing some sort of feedback that pulls lion's ship into the warp

>>30873165
It does, though I guess I'll scratch that. I want the Ragnarok to blow up and shine like a supernova, not just go *pop*.

I'll do it another way: I'll have Varynski ask an Inquisitor on the bridge for approval of using Cyclonic torpedoes and fire every one they got into the Dark Eldar flagship, the explosion popping both their ships. They're close enough that DE won't manage to shoot them down before they hit.

>>30872113
Actually, Kor Phaeron was Patient Zero. Which would make sense in Dornian Heresy, where something went wrong with turning Kor into sort of Astartes and they put him out of his misery and later Erebus was with Horus where Horus was wounded, except that Erebus was using his Faith in the Emperor to protect Horus from Chaos instead of helping in corrupting him.

Generally, Kor Phaeron was SURELY the Patient Zero, as Erebus was young enough to become Space Marine, while Kor Phaeron was worshiper of Colhisian Old Faith = Chaos. When Lorgar started to have psychic dreams of incoming Emperor and Magnus, he started to spread his faith, which Kor Phaeron accepted only as "I still believe in my Gods, but Emperor is simply strongest of them", never rejecting Old Faith.

>>30873402
Perhaps, but Erebus was the one who corrupted the other Legions and took the most active role in deceiving Horus. While we're on the subject of sites of infection, where's Typhus? 'Cos he was bad from the early days, maybe right after Erebus.

Hey Horusfag, you said early you used to frequent /b/, what's the most nauseating image or story you found there?

>>30873517
You've messed up a bit there, towards the end.

>>30873541
oh, BOLLOCKS. I'll delete those and remake. Fuck copying, I get lost.

>>30873565
That's why I just type it on here, less risk.

>>30872850
cont. after redoing my mistakes. Fuck copying.

- I am aware of that. - he replied, and looked across the table at the one man that kept silent throughout the whole battle - Inquisitor Moros, I ask for the Holy Orders of the Inquisition approval of cyclonic torpedo use.

The chiefs of staff assembled at the strategum all looked at the Inquisitor, who didn't respond for a moment, assesing the situation as if feeling its gravity. And then he spoke calmly, his decision made.

- By the powers granted upon me by our beloved Emperor, I hereby approve the use of cyclonic torpedoes to rid this xeno filth from the face of the Materium. You are free to proceed, admiral.

- Very well. Transmit a message to all those that followed us telling them to steer away as fast as possible. Have the armaments officers load up torpedo tubes one to fourteen with cyclonic torpedo payloads. - and, after a second, the Admiral spoke, looking in the eyes of all those surrounding his elderly figure – It's been an honour serving the Emperor with men like you.

By this moment Ragnarok was merely a shadow of its former glory. Its starboard armour wrecked, with gaping holes ripped by enemy fire, still pouring down on the helpless battleship. Its nemesis, the Dark Eldar flagship, was also heavily beat up, with parts of the hull seemingly blowing up from the inside, obviously the work of the boarding troops wreaking as much havoc as was possible and placing detonator charges inside its wretched halls.

Do you reckon, if everything turns out perfectly, Big E is revived etc, It would be possible to fix the Webway project?

>>30872610
I think that the collective writefaggotry including Rachnus Rageous of Desert Sons, the Heresy part of his story and Tlaloc Ekans and later return of the Primarchs for last fight against Chaos (which was long before HH series, so concept on Vulkan was slightly different - no Perpetual and Artifacts including the one he was put into were parts of his Armor; it was also before Newcrons, so no Trazyn) is current holder of the title of biggest writefaggotry from /tg/ so far. But this is a worthy opponent for sure.
>>30872836
As a Slav, I have to ask: what is a liver?

>>30873640
cont. - final

The Odin and a few other corvettes, aided by what was left of the illustrious fighter wing that heeded the call, were now turning about, their engins roaring as they made haste to clear from the immediate vicinity of the two behemoths. After them many enemy crafts went in pursuit, shooting down whatever targets they could lock on, slaughtering the Imperials thanks to their agility and firepower.

Then Jormugand's torpedo tubes opened up one after the other, screeching as they went. One, two, five, ten, fourteen shafts opened and in one moment spat out fourteen deadly missiles, which went straight for the heart of Delta Echo One. First, they used melta detonators to bore through the hull of the flagship, and after that – they disappeared.

For what seemed a milennium nothing happened, seconds going by. Then a powerful blaze encompassed the two ships, cought up in their deathly embrace. The Jormugand's hull cracked and broke in two, seconds before it was swallowed whole by the fireball. It kept encompassing more and more vessels, until it swept a good chunk of the Dark Eldar fleet away with a potent fireball. The blaze was so huge, that it could be seen on the surface of the planets of Sol, and even Terra. Then came the shockwave, hurling the retreating Imperial forces towards their kin, their ships spinning and struggling for survival.

The men onboard the Imperial vessesls still struggling to fight back the Black Crusade cheered as they saw the sacrifice of their leader, who even in death was able to deal a mortal blow to the enemy.

The old man has shown them what we're capable of, they thought.

He's shown them we're not going to back down.

He's shown them we're going to win whatever the cost.

THE END.

Fuck. I'm taking a break now. As for /b/ - I'd easily say that it was the heterosexual sex in missionary position. I mean seriously, how fucked up is it.

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>>30873736
Liver, critical organ of the human anatomy, performs many functions, most chemical related.

>>30873736
I'm a polishfag anon. Mine is clad with adamantium.

>>30873703
I was thinking about it and if we don't want the setting to be too optimistic, which I think we shouldn't since it would be too naive and silly, we're going to have to find a way to make that a no-no. Like Webway blowing up from him reviving or whatever, dunno.

>>30873471
In a way, Erebus IS Patient Zero for Word Bearers, as he was probably the first to be turned to Chaos by Kor Phaeron. But he had part only in turning Horus to Chaos and convincing him to introduce Warrior Lodges into Luna Wolves. Other Primarchs weren't influenced by Erebus in any way.

Current lore about Calas Typhon makes me confused really.
First it was that he had blood of Overlords of Barbarus in his veins and that he was always a worshiper of Nurgle. His latent psychic potential was a thing.
Now it is that he also had psychic powers and was an Epistolary Librarian until Mortarion joined Death Guard and disbanded Librarium, as he hated psychic powers and then he became First Captain over time. But that one contradicts possibility of him being from Barbarus.
Lexicanum is not helping.

>>30873836
Could just be that Magnus well and truly fucked it up, or that the webway seals itself against the breach.

>>30873836
>I'm a polishfag anon. Mine is clad with adamantium.
Duuuude. How can be a person from my glorious homeland be worried about his liver then?

>>30873820
Slavs don't have your typical western liver. As it was written on some shop with alcohol in Germany: Deadly dose of alcohol is 5.5 %o. Do not apply to Poles and Russians.

>>30873941
Emps webway had disadvantage of not being able to heal breaches, so more like it would require total victory first and then starting with it over again.

I got a job and I have to get up early tomorrow, so I'm done for today. Keep this thing alive, anons, I'll hop in when I get the chance.

I'll be doing some more Horus parts then, preferably that one where he smites Erebus with RIGHTEOUS FUCKING RETRIBUTION and PRIMARCH FURY in what will be the greatest #anal_circumference of all time. Other than that I'm done and out of ideas. Also as Alphariusfag wrote, we seriously need a drawfag here. Or a dozen.

Corax peeked his head around the edge of the tank and caught a brief glimpse of their attacker, a Vindicare sniper crouching atop one of the stasis tubes. Willing himself to vanish, Corax stepped out. The sniper seemed to notice there was something wrong, but did not raise his rifle. Corax began to run along the path cleared in the centre of the room, the stasis tubes stretching right up against the wall to his left and right. At the moment he judged to be right, he leapt into the air, swinging his arms forward for extra momentum. He landed atop one of the tubes with a clang, alerting the Vindicare. The sniper swung his massive rifle around, but Corax moved too close for him to fire, and snapped his neck. Peculiarly, the assassin's left shoulder exploded and Corax felt something strike his pauldron. Leaning over the assassin's shoulder, Corx spotted another Vindicare on the other side of the room, this one lying prone atop a stasis chamber. Jamming his finger into the trigger guard of the dead assassin's rifle, Corax swung the massive weapon (still attached to its former owner) around and fired. Whether due to some latent telekinesis that the primarchs subconsciously possessed, or possibly just thanks to blind luck, the exitus bullet struck the other sniper. More than that, it punched into the scope of the enemy's rifle, travelled through the scope and exploded out the back of his head.

Satisfied that his foe was finished, Corax disentangled the rifle from its owner's corpse and let the dead sniper fall. He motioned to Alpharius that the coast was clear, and was just about to step down from the stasis chamber, when a plasma bolt hit him in the back.

>>30874327
Wouldn't an Exitus round turn the Vindicare into fine mist?
I mean, it does punch through Terminator armour.

>>30873802
Naval battles yes, switching between reading this and marathoning the third season of LOGH

YOU DONE GOOD!

>>30874437
Perhaps that is just because of the shell's velocity, rather than any explosive payload.

some writefagging about sigismund/abbadon would be lovely

>>30874533
I was referring to the velocity, actually.
The kinetic force required to one-shot a Terminator would red mist a Vindicare, and at least wound a Primarch.
Indeed, with their current tactics both Corax and Alpharius should be dead by now.

>>30874719
Oh. What would you suggest, then?

>>30875032
They're stealth/subterfuge specialists, right?

So long-range misinformation/stealth combat over a period of several hours, expecting sniper fire to come from any direction.

>>30875091
That would make more sense. I didn't really feel happy with the assassin fight anyway, i'll see what I can do.

>>30871398
>>30874327
Right, ignore these two posts when it comes time to upload today's writings.

>>30875032
Subvert them from the inside, Space Marines just standing in the hallways, so still you don't really notice them. When you really look, they're gone. You're in the cafeteria, getting lunch. One of the cooks is... no, it was just Dave.
Your books are organized alphabetically. How did that happen? Nothing else was touched. When you wake up, they're back to what they were.

It's the middle of the night, you think you see Dave standing at the foot of your bed. Was it Dave doing all this? Fucking Dave! But you're not sure. And you keep waking up in the middle of the night, you're not sure why. Maybe its just the stress of Terra under siege. And you've been hearing guards on patrol are disapearing. Bill says he heard that there's a defector. That one of the Callidus assasins killed one of the inquisitors and took his place. She's going to disarm the whole thing. Funny that Bill would say that. Bill hasn't been acting quite right lately. It's like he's another...

And so on, until you kill Bill and stare at his body, waiting for it to change, as the amazed lunch crowd gathers around you.
But it doesn't change and you're brought before the Inquisitors who just look sad and tired, because you're not the first one to do this.
But as you stand before them, you think you see a giant of a man with witchfire in his eyes. He holds a finger to his mouth. You start to scream, but it's too late, they're hauling you away.

That's what I think they're doing.

Assuming the thread lasts until tomorrow, I'll re-write the Imperial Palace segment. Sound ok?

>>30875381
Sure. Take your time, we have no deadlines here.


>>30875374
I like this idea. Especially that The Captain is also there.

>GATHER ROUND, YE PEOPLE. Now we will learn how the great Khan, once thought prisoner in the Dark City, came to be a major player...

He couldn't believe it.
Rather, he didn't want to believe it.
He, Jaghatai Khan, Primatch of the V Legion of Space Marines, was not only caught by some lucky skyboarders, but he was also now being sold in a slave market like a common dreg.

Needless to say, it was mortifying. Were it someone else, like Robutte, things would have made things far worse. The image of the haughty statesman being in his place made the Khan forget his situation and laugh a little when he noticed the truck he was in stopping.

"Out." The Warrior, trueborn by his armor, started yanking the slaves by their chain leashes. Unfortunately enough, the Khan was among them. They were led through rather narrow corridors, whipped into line were they to trip even the slightest. More insults were fired by the Dark Eldar as they herded the slaves into the auction market.

"COME AND FEAST YOUR EYES ON THIS, THE TERROR OF THE EDGE!!!" The auctioneer erupted as the Primarch was herded out to the crowd. Eager Archons and barons from hundreds of Kabals had their eyes open. To have such a giant in their halls, being their servant, THEIRS, it stirred them into a frenzy.
Treasures from across he galaxy and beyond, slaves of supposedly equal value, fine wines and contracts with Incubi, Haemonculi covens and
mercenary clans; all offered just to get this spectacular specimen.
Soon enough, the auctioneer lost count of who offered what and soon the floor descended into an indiscriminate orgy of carnage.

It was then that the Khan's plan sprung into effect.
As the bidders began opening fire, he found one that just got shot to death and found his blade nearby. Using a bit of cunning, he managed to break the chains holding him together. Another Archon died and dropped a rare-looking Splinter Cannon. He hefted the thing and gave it cautionary burst. It was time.

>cont

>>30875746
Hi, I'm just popping in to see how you guys are doing. Lorgarfag, while you're at it will you try to explain what the hell were these ships that I handed over to Khan? Because I just made that up, I got no idea whatsoever who these are or what they're doing.

Is it just me, or is the thread moving down the pages really quickly?

>>30876507
If dies off then we'll just remake it. Simply check the catalogue in case someone else has already made a #4 before you do so.

I'm off to bed now.

>>30875746
this pleases me greatly
>>30876056
not Lorgarfag, but the Dark Eldar have several pirates fleets in Commargh, when the Khan becomes the grand pimpmaster of the city I think it would be safe to say he "inherited" these raider fleets

>>30875746
>Is eagerly waiting.


Also, do we want to try to do something with the wiki? Perhaps separate things out by event?

Tangentially, do we want to eventually come up with some crunch on this? I'm kind of tempted to make a Void Reavers army.

>>30877595
Deathwatch tables going to be used for this, I suppose?

>>30877657
If you'd like, I was more thinking Legion/Chapter tactics.

>>30877595
maybe they could be like a less random/non-demonic Legion of the Damned

jet bikes and warp portals everywhere, powerlance charges and meltabombs from everyfucking direction. After capturing some slaves/ potential recruits they disappear into the void as fast as they appeared, letting any loyalist on the scene clean up after them.

something like that?

>>30878118
Why not both?
Anyway, once I will have my sleep and will go and return from Classes I might take a look on the tables to make something out of it. Unless you will do it along with Tactics.

>>30876056
I can try. If it's just a normal Dark Eldar Fleet, I can try, but I might need a bit of a description. Not too experienced with BFG here.

>>30875746
A howl of fury erupted from the Chogorian's throat as he soon jumped into the fray. The venemous blade, though very small for his massive grip, served well as he tore through the ranks. An Incubus tried to cut through him, and instead got fed to an eager Sslyth's gun. A leader of a clan of Scourges tried to take him to the skies to tear him apart, the Scourge ended up wingless the moment the Khan found a way to grab them and cut them off. There was even a coven of Wyches, militants allied to another high-paying Archon, who charged in with bladed weapons and their leader wielding a bladed whip. A dodge to the left had the whip embed itself into a Hellion preparing for takeoff, a duck to the right led to the Wyches attacking a Beastmaster's summoned horde of Razorwings. Their leader, once she got into range, had only scant moments to attack before suddenly getting gutted by the venom blade.

There were few that survived the scouring that took place, but soon the numbers were whittled down, leaving only a small handful of warriors of certain former kabals, all aiming at each other and the Primarch.
"Give yourselves up, whelps," the Khan insisted. "If none of your comrades could beat me, then what hope have you?"
"And pass up the chance of being an Archon? The only chance I have to take down that arrogant bastard Vect?" One warrior had his gun armed. "Only an idiot would pass that up!"
"Stand down, curs!" The Trueborn who herded him in, fortunate enough to survive with mere scratches, ordered the others. "That privilege belongs to me alone."
A Hellion, fresh from killing the last of the Scourges, landed on his two feet, keeping the skyboard on one hand. "I hardly even need the advantage to kill a filthy mon'keigh like you!"
The last to make a claim was an Incubus, wordlessly taking claim.
>cont

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>>30878542
Dark Eldar fleets are fragile but fight dirty. They can mimic the appearance of enemy ships with holograms for false flag operations, and have torpedos that can flood enemy ships with toxins and other badstuff to make it easier for boarding parties

also liking this, waiting patiently for the next part

>>30878542
I've pulled up the BFG data on Deldar fleets. It seems they have limited cloaking devices, holofield type things, uberlances, and cloaks that let them mimic other ship classes.

Basically, there's next to nothing on them, so think Romulan and we should be good. I'd imagine them decloaking at point blank range, firing off a salvo at the bewildered target, jinking and dogfighting, more like giant fighers than actual capital ships. They'd probably make heavy use of things like the Picard Manouver, cloak for a moment and go flat out, high g turns roll the ship over and dive.

>>30878304
Yeah, that makes some sense, fucking everything outflanks.
More vehicle and infantry based than the Khan, more psychological warfarish than Corax (and fewer jetpacks?)
If they were an Eldar aspect, they'd be Shadow Spectres?

It'll probably become clearer as we write them, since thus far, the only Void Reaver we've really seen is The Captain/Ishmael.
>>30878328
Bitchin',

>>30878542
"If any of you honestly want to die quickly, then come on!"
The Incubus, honed since birth to be a killing weapon, made the first swing. The Khan, realizing that his knife would only go so far to stop such a skilled warrior, threw the knife. The Incubus flawlessly spun his Klaive and deflected it to the side, where it hit the dismounted Hellion.
He leapt at the Primarch and took a fully-practiced swing, which missed as Jaghatai dove to the side and grabbed a broken Hellglaive from another dead Hellion. This weapon felt more at home to him, as he swing it with practiced ease to halt the Klaive.
"Now you... You, I like!" He complimented the Incubus. The killer did not take note of the compliment as he took another swing and the Khan parried it to the side. The swing's momentum was used as the Incubus spun in place to prepare another swing from another angle. The rising cut came at a dead angle in the Khan's fighting style, managing to open a gash on his arm. Now motivated by the injury, Jaghatai took a risk in thrusting with the glaive. It barely hit, but more importantly, it let the Incubus take the leap he needed to prepare a killing stroke upon the Primarch. "Jackpot," he smirked as he threw his free fist squarely into the Incubus' gut. His fist arced around to the ground and then forced it's way through the Incubus. As soon as he took the fist out, he knew the Eldar was dead.

"Now..."
"W-w-wwwe yield!" The plain Warrior pleaded. The Trueborn had his gun lowered, but he was also showing that he did not wish to battle such a feared foe. As Jaghatai stepped away in order to free what few slaves survived past the carnage, everyone began to hear clapping cutting through the air.

"Well played, Astartes. I must say, you have made this a very riveting affair."
The two Dark Eldar turned to the VIP box, also covered in blood and corpses, to find a lone Archon sitting there, atop a pile of bodies.
>cont

>>30879846
Bumps expectantly

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>>30879846
"You..!" The Trueborn realized who it was up there, "You're Archon Tahril!"
"A wise soul," Tahril commented. "But you need not fear me. I am...shall we say, no longer within the king's employ."
"But Lord Vect...!"
"Killed only a foolish enough Dracon who stole my other robe." He stood up. "Shows me to leave my wardrobe unattended." Jaghatai aimed the Splinter Cannon at the Archon. "Do lower your gun. It's not like killing me would do you any good."
The Khan sneered, "And why would that be, fiend?"
Tahril leapt down from the balcony to the ground level. "Because I was here to sell my fleet. You see, I had recently come across a much more profitable offer for partnership, so I found that this fleet, while having that personal touch, would only be a paltry fraction compared to the fleet I will soon lay claim to."
"So why bother selling it to begin with?" Jaghatai saw through the Archon's deceit. "This is all clearly a ruse so you can trap them and demolish them at your own pleasure later."
Tahril clapped again. "Clever you. But I do honestly have no desire to keep this fleet. Some of the ships are at the moment too much for a frugal Archon such as myself, and the crew...well, I shall not say." He stepped off, but before he did, he shot a body amongst the scores already there with one hand while tossing a ring of keys to the Khan with the other. "Missed one," he commented as he left.

The Archon was actually true to his word, as Jaghatai and the two Dark Eldar he now had to call his flunkies saw three ships in various states of repair. The most usable of these was a Dragonship, shaped more like a giant torpedo than an actual cruiser, with only one sail bearing a mark of the Archon's formal Kabal.
The Trueborn growled, "That bastard set us up! This is one of Vect's ships! He'd be a fool to let a prized ship like this fly free!"
"Seriously?" Jaghatai was not quite as nonplussed. He had a plan to fix this.
>cont
>Image related: The main ship

>>30881529
would he be referred to as Khan or Captain by his crew?

>>30881529

Before the Trueborn could voice the impracticality of such an act, though, the three found themselves eventually accompanied by more: The Prisoners the Khan liberated. An Eldar, a Craftworld Bonesinger, stepped to the front.

"You...have saved us, human. We are thankful for that, but I wish permission to depart with my kin." Some more Eldar followed behind her. "This city will surely spell our death. We will make for the nearest exit."
"Know your place, prisoner!" The other Dark Eldar spat. "We will not-"
"Go on," the Khan shocked both sides. "I honestly don't need every ship. Besides, the way it is now..." he snickered as he stroked his growing beard. "I could use it for a trick."
The Trueborn applied a palm to his forehead. "I am going to die, aren't I?"

The Dragonship left with little notice and, in the void of the Webway, the Khan had time to inspect the crews of the two ships and the prisoners he freed. All riffraff, either dispossessed warriors or prisoners of war, they would still prove of some use. The humans among the prisoners found their morale tripled upon finding out that their saviour was in fact a Primarch, a son of the God-Emperor. They eagerly took up arms and began learning war and ambush tactics he had perfected during his ten millennia of war in the Webway. The crewmen, being Dark Eldar by majority, could care less about the Khan, but so long as they were able to get pay by a few promises the Trueborn made, they would keep running the ships. Those few that were capable of combat trained alongside the plain Kabalite Warrior, Orafal, while the Trueborn, Iyarsith, kept mainly to managing the fleets.
Within a few months, they had an elite force to accomplish one goal: Securing a Base of Operations for the Khan.

They emerged from the depths of the Webway to enter the fortress of a certain Dark Eldar lord who was within the area at the time.
>cont

Continuing pirate faggotry
The Primarch of the void reapers looked out the viewport of his flagship The Obsidian Crown with delight as he watched his legions ships board and tear asunder the enemy fleet. He turned to his first mate Santiago, a mechanical tendril pulling the pipe from his teeth.
"Santiago my good man! Bring us in closer, and want to wrap my bear hands around these mutineers throats... Skum deserve to be skinned alive and hauled outside the geller fields in warp travel... And I wish to be the one to do this.." The Devil of the void armed himself with a combi-bolter harpoon gun and a massive arcane chainaxe shaped similarly to a boarding hatchet before heading to the nearest assault platform.

The Crown was an overhauled and personalized for the Primarch, given much thicker armor, a plethora of assault platforms, weapons, boarding harpoons, assault struts that shot from the vaultings on the sides of all void reaper ships for direct boarding, and overhauled engines. The Primarchs intention was to use this ship to break the enemies defensive by ramming it directly through the lines and towards Lord Hurons flagship spectre of ruin.

The ship started towards the battle lines firing lance and plasma batteries from guns mounted on either side of the galleons massive prow. Each barrel resembling the mouth of ancient sea beasts from the darkest depths. Any red corsair ship that got in the way was split in two by this beastly engine of the stars.

The Primarch stood in an assault bay with his astartes next to a massive circular vault door that had the image of a kraken being killed by a group of marines inlayed into it with black marble and gold. The marines were armored in a way that made them look more like strange servants of some angry god of the sea. Armed with chain and power cutlass' ,boarding axes of every variety,intricate bolters, and all wore strange armor bearing grim treasure from conquest

>>30872113
Ya Erebus has to die

>>30882373

The plan was simple enough. The ship would go in as it was, their excuse for entry being that they need some supplies and whatnot and, being under orders of Asdrubael Vect, High Lord of Commorragh, they would comply. As the crew distracted the normal security with the mundane details and agreements, the Khan and his clan of loyal warriors would infiltrate past the guards and enter the fortress. From there, they would destroy key components to the facility, ranging from slave pens to gather more troops, to communications arrays to deny them any chance of calling reinforcements, to the quarters of the leader himself, ending with the fortress crippled and the workers sufficiently demoralized and forced to either yield to the Khan or die trying.

"State your name and business," the Fortress opened communications.
Iyarsith took the helm. "I am Iyarsil the Grudgeborn, commander of the Risen Fang. I am here for repairs."
"Go back. We do not recognize you." Well, there is one more part left...
"Then I should inform you," he continued, "That I am here as a representative of the High Lord of Commorragh. To deny me service is to oppose Asdrubael Vect himself!"
"Vect?!" That did the trick. "Crap! Okay, you should have said so first! We'll open the gates!" The line went dead. The Khan, having done some repair work to his armour, though it was far from pristine, came over. "Good work. Now comes the key part."
The Trueborn was still hesitant. "I still think that this is all stupid, but so long as I get something, then I'm...stuck with you, sir Khan."
"Sir Khan," the helms informed them, "They are opening their gates. We had best prepare our plan."
"Alright. Showtime."

A convenient thing about using a ship that once belonged to Vect was the great variety of exits in case anything went to hell quickly. Some had escape pods for his escape, some merely were vacuum decoy exits to fool any boarders. It would be the place Jaghatai needed to get in.
>cont

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Bumping with a doodle of a Voidreaver Termie

>>30887786
bump for greatness, i love this setting alot.

Popping in to say I've been thinking how to get around getting the daemon princes and whatnot into fights with primarchs, and I've written a short piece that describes it. I'll post it here since it's fairly short, if you disagree with what I made up just point me to where I fucked up so I can change stuff or just do it yourselves. Anyway, here goes.

>part 1

The command centre on the surface of Mars was filled with servitors and Astartes going about their duties, a nest of a neverending stream of commands, reports, exchanges of information and various tactical displays. In the massive hall where it was set up, in the heart of a lonely pinnacle in the middle of ruthless red wastes that Mars was covered with, there was a sense of agitation.
Behind the strategum table, surrounded by rows of seats where representatives of Imperial Guard, Imperial Navy, the Inquisition, the Mechanicum and many other orders that had come together to fight off the Black Crusade, there was a massive door leading to the private chamber of the Warmaster Horus.
The chamber was mostly empty, save for a table surrounded by two couches and a few chairs, big enough to allow a Primarch to feel comfortable. It ended with a window spanning metres above the floor, revealing the surface of the planet and the skies above it.
Looking through the glass stood Horus – at his sides two other Primarchs, Dorn and Russ, each clad in their armour, their faces stern. Neither was wearing a helmet, with Russ' long, red hair falling softly on his shoulders, his pauldrons covered by a wolf hide much like that of Horus. Compared to him, Dorn seemed much older, and much more composed with his short, grey hair, and weary skin, a cold and calculating look in his eyes.

>>30889468
>cont. part 2

At the table sat Gavriel Loken, still wearing the colours and emblems of the Grey Knights, quiet and calm and Imperial Fists First Captain Darnath Lysander, seemingly undisturbed by his Primarchs' return to life. Next to them stood the gigantic figure of Bjorn the Trueclaw, his body entombed in the might Dreadnought vessel scarred and battered in countless battles. To each Primarch – an advisor, to each leader – an aide. Each waiting for their parents to discuss the matters of war.

- The defences are adequate, I've done all that was possible with Perturabo to fortify our positions in Sol. In fact he's overseeing the lines as we speak – spoke Dorn, his words very matter-of-fact and confident. - Shall they break through the naval blockade and actually launch their invasion, they shall be greeted by a barrage of anti-aircraft artillery and swarms of atmospheric fighters. If they manage to make landfall, their beachheads will be assaulted tirelessly by Titan legions, courtesy of the Mechanicum. Should our infantry fail at driving them back, Russ' forces will prove more than adequate, their offensive capabilities making sure that not a single heretic survives the sin of raising their hands on the Imperium.

- My men will wreck their skulls and maim their bones until there is nothing left standing – said Russ eagerly, as if hoping that he would personally get a chance to throw himself into the fight – I'm afraid that there will be no glory left for the Imperial Fists, brother. - he smiled, as if taunting his brother.

>>30889476
>cont. part 3

- What if they make for Terra, disregard Mars? - asked Horus, though he knew very well the answer to that question. He wanted someone else to go through the plan, check for mistakes, hear it for himself so he can verify that there was no mistake in their preparation. Indeed, any error would prove fatal for the very being of mankind.

- Then that will be their undoing – spoke Lysander, rising from his seat. Horus turned to face him, as did the other Primarchs. - The Cassini array is operational, its lance wrecking any units that dare detach themselves from the fight. In the shadow of Mars a reserve fleet, hidden from our enemy's sight, lays in wait, their batteries ready to rip apart anything that goes beyond their brethren in the frontlines. And on the surface of Terra – the very best of the Imperial Fists and Adeptus Custodes guard the Imperial Palace, aided by countless guardsmen. Luna itself an impregnable fortress, the most powerful orbital defense systems the Imperium has to offer waiting for a chance to strike. And on the orbit of Terra – the Phalanx, our fortress monastery. By the Emperor, if they thought Cadia was a hard nut to crack, I dare them to take a shot at what we've got in store. - and as said these words he grinned, as the defense plan was the greatest fortification effort he'd been part of, the very scale and precision of it very true to the doctrine of his order.