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Ok, Cadian Pattern Mark 2, good shit. Also gyro-stabilized for more accuracy when running around.
A Soldier in a Wartorn Galaxy - A Warhammer 40k X Supreme Commander Quest
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I take great joy in knowing that dealing with the impending religious schism will be someone else's job.
A rousing parade. Morale could not be higher amongst the EDF.
…so many of them are going to die in this battle.
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The weapon samples used to make the protofab templates were made by Magos Clad and Master of the Forge Algrin in careful, meditative handywork. So yes, it is good shit, excellent craftsmanship even beyond the specific pattern chosen.
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FunkyEntropy
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Oh shit no wonder the Halo Swords were sulking when we gave our recommendation for how to use their forces - we basically told them to take a back seat in defending their home.
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maybe i'm missing something but I believe the vote has the Stoic Heart dispersed among local forces and the Halo Swords doing surgical strikes. Yet the chapter has Stoic Heart hunting KillKrusha and Halo Swords with local forces.
I'm not sure if this is going to make any kind of difference in the battle, but having the sisters stoking faith and the marines doing high risk head hunting sounds appropriate.
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What the fuck, you are right.
Well, that's on me. I'll have a big think about it if I should do a big rewrite of everything written so far or if I just...go with the flow and take this L. Anyone got opinions or wishes?
It seems like the Schemer is nearby more likely. 
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I'm not fully sure there's deviation. The Sisters are set up for dispersal into small teams. The Halo Swords are given free rein to deploy as they wish.
The chapter where boots hit the ground are probably where that gets clarified: The Halo Swords chose to do surgical strikes. The recon and small unit action of the Sisters is functionally done with the PDF. Sena probably roped a few Sisters into following Shepard.
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I think I just misread what the SoBs are supposed to do. Thats easy to fix in post.
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Seems fine as long as there isn't long term repercussions or it noticeably makes the diplomatic/war space worse. If it's a "damn we could really use some space marines here but they're sitting in time out and they're raging about it" that probably wouldn't be ideal!
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Its not a lot. So far I think I only need to adjust a short part in preparations. The Stoic Heart will get their own mini prep chapter soon ™️
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What happened in the Timeskip Part II
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What happened in the Timeskip Part II
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The air in the Forge Vault was heavy with a lingering note of freshness, a testament to recent activity. The ventilation system hummed quietly, its rhythm punctuated by the dim flickering of lumen strips overhead. Chapter Master Ambros strode purposefully through the vault, his footsteps echoing alongside those of the Chapter's Master of the Forge, Algrin. They walked in reverent silence, their voices stifled by the sheer awe of their surroundings.
To their left and right stood rows upon rows of Indomitus-Pattern Terminator armor, recently assembled from protofabricated parts and admantium exoskeletons, cast in the forges recently rediscovered by Magos Clad. Thousands, tens of thousands, each suit unpainted, the green coloration burned off in the energetic process. It was a treasure beyond measure, an arsenal surpassing even their progenitor, the Ultramarines. Chapter serfs and tech-priests worked diligently, paying their Astartes masters no heed as they applied the Chapter's green and grey colors and affixed Iron Halos and Power Fists to each suit.
The scale of it all felt absurd, excessive, a dissonance in Ambros's very being. It was as if the promise of industrial bounty from the Princeps General had intoxicated his senses, his mind alight with possibilities. For the first time, the Chapter was not constrained by the scarcity of equipment.
"The Codex Astartes does not account for such abundance," Ambros muttered under his breath, his voice a quiet rumble.
Algrin's response was precise, his tone imbued with a mechanical intelligence. "The Primarch, in his wisdom, would likely decree that we share this newfound wealth with less fortunate Chapters."
Ambros nodded, his mechanical eye gleaming. "If we encounter another chapter, we shall share our bounty. However, we must think beyond that. Whatever we give away, we can replace." He halted, his gaze intense. "Should we integrate Terminator armor training into the Astartes Initiate training regimen?"
Algrin's voice hissed with mechanical precision. "Modifying the decrees outlined in the Codex is within your prerogative, old friend. If only General Laurent had not forbidden us from equipping each suit with teleportation capabilities."
"The UEF has been exceedingly generous with their protofabrication devices."
"The UEF threatens to make us dependent, Ambros. I see the greed in your eye, ignited by the possibilities this martial excess could enable. But as soon as you act on these decisions, we risk our independence."
"I am aware of the risks," Ambros replied, a steely edge to his voice. "How are our Land Raider and Dreadnought production efforts progressing?"
"The production of sufficient Land Raider chassis to mechanize all these potential Terminator-wearing battle brothers remains bottlenecked by the scarcity of adamantium in the sector."
"The Crusade Committee is negotiating with the Governor of Phitos. We plan to assist her in combating the hostile xenos fauna and natives in exchange for a premium price on the planet's adamantium exports. The supply issue shall soon be addressed." Ambros declared, staring at nothing in particular, at an imagined future.
"If you say so, Chapter Master," Algrin bowed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have many thunder hammers to concecrate, anoint, bless and inspect before the day's end or I'll fall behind schedule."
Phitos was a death world, not due to barren landscapes or toxic atmospheres, but because of the vibrant, lethal life that thrived in every corner. Its jungles were lush, dense, and perpetually wet, with trees towering dozens of meters high. Their iron-hard wood and roots that dug impossibly deep formed a near-impenetrable barrier. The underbrush was so thick that visibility beyond two meters was impossible, and the aggressive, highly competitive megafauna constantly terrorized the human colonists. While defoliants, machinery, high walls, and heavy weapon emplacements could fend off these threats, it was the intelligent natives that truly haunted Governor Lera's nights.
She knew little about them. No bodies had ever been recovered, and witness testimonies were sparse and unreliable. They were humanoids, riding dinosaurs and wielding strange bone weaponry. These natives targeted miners, machinery, colonial security, supply silos, and power generators, turning Lera's life into a relentless struggle. She had no idea where they lived or where they came from, and lacked the means to find out.
Governor Lera understood from the start that Phitos was a dead-end assignment—a punishment post. The planet seemed hardly worth colonizing, its flora and fauna too aggressive, and its soil poisoned with heavy metals. But beneath this hazardous environment lay rich deposits of rare minerals, especially Adamantium ore, just below the surface and easy to access. Several ever-expanding pit mines had sprung up around the fortified settlement, with colossal rotary excavators digging up the mineral-rich soil, bringing civilization and industry to this hostile world.
The native attacks had escalated to the point where Lera was at risk of missing her tithe quotas, and failure would bring punishments she desperately sought to avoid. Despite the poor posting, she was still a governor, and Adamantium ore fetched a high price, allowing her a relative amount of luxury and wealth. Yet, the Moloch conflict had drained the attention of the Astra Militarum and the Imperial Navy, leaving her to fend for herself. The devastation of Atraxis had further complicated the supply of mining machinery, adding to her woes.
Desperation gnawed at her, but a solution soon presented itself.
Gazing into the sky through an ornate brass telescope, a servant handed her while another fanned her and a third held a sunshade to shield her from the elements, she saw the strange "gate" the mobile Imperial Navy drydock positioned above her planet. The ancient instrument clicked and whirred, bringing the sight into sharp focus.
Nervously, she glanced around. Surrounding her were several Sisters of Battle in blocky, massive power armor patterns she had never seen before. She had heard the hymnals telling of Princeps Lieutenant General Shepard, but when her Priest had offered to contact the General for help, she had not expected the response. A dropship had descended, carrying a battalion of Stoic Heart Sisters and a group of Knights of Tet claiming to represent the General. Their presence made her uneasy. Important events and people were not supposed to come to Phitos.
"Palatine," Governor Lera coughed politely, prompting one of the towering suits of powered armor to turn. "Why are we waiting here atop the outer wall?" She motioned towards the dense jungle before them and the Knight engines patrolling the underbrush below. "We are very exposed."
"In the Emperor's name, we will ensure your protection, Governor," a distorted voice emanated from the Sister. "We are waiting for her to make her appearance."
"Have patience, Governor," her priest intoned, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Rejoice, for He who sits upon the Golden Throne has chosen a daughter from distant lands to be His champion, a woman of resolve and dedication to the extermination of all mankind's enemies. Gaze upon the might of her weaponry, which has driven the forces of Moloch into retreat. At this very moment, she channels forgotten technological powers to travel across the stars towards us. Be patient and witness the might of the Legio Auto Militia! Look, the light heralding her arrival is lit."
Lera was about to ask something when a rotating light in the distance caught her attention, spinning faster and faster until it suddenly exploded in a bright, blue flash akin to a small atomic detonation. The shockwave rolled over her, causing her to stumble backward. When her vision cleared, she saw a towering god machine standing in a scorched clearing, a bright blue beam extending from its arm.
"Is that—," Lera stammered. "How did she, where, what is she?"
"She will solve your problems, Governor. Take a seat and enjoy the show," the Palatine laughed. Servants hurriedly brought over an ornate chair for the Governor. Lera sat down, watching in awe and horror as a city seemed to rise from the soil, titanit structures from which towering war machine rose to the sky and marched over the ground. Massive air transports delivered tanks and walking war machines towards the horizon.
"Governor Lera," a voice, refined yet stern, pierced the air, snapping Lera from her reverie. She turned to behold a young woman, impeccably attired in a cerulean coat, her eyes obscured by dark lenses, her blonde hair meticulously styled in a sidecut. Accompanying her were more soldiers clad in formidable power armor. "I am Commander Eliza Harkon. I have come to discuss the terms of our collaboration."
"A Harkon?" Lera exclaimed, springing to her feet and bowing deeply, forming the Aquila with her hands. "It is an honor, Lady Harkon. I am profoundly grateful for any assistance in the extermination of these xenos."
"I must temper your expectations, Governor," Commander Harkon responded with a sigh. "Our directives from the highest echelons are unequivocal: total extermination is not sanctioned. At this juncture, General Shepard is communicating our intent for the xenos to abstain from encroaching upon human territories. A formidable display of our might should convey the message, but to underscore it, all fauna and flora within a hundred-kilometer radius will be purged before our departure."
"They shall inevitably return," Lera retorted, frustration lacing her voice. "I attempted to incinerate them before, employing a squadron of Marauder bombers I had procured."
"Collaboration with the Crusade Planning Committee will guarantee sustained support," Harkon replied with a knowing grin, snapping her fingers. An attendant promptly approached, presenting a dataslate. "You will be endowed with the facilities to produce most of your mining apparati independently, and you will be able to refine Adamantium of unprecedented purity. Your colonial defense forces will be equipped with superior armaments, and a permanent UEF garrison will remain to bolster your security. In return, Adamantium output must increase tenfold, with the Crusade granted first purchase rights at a reduced rate in accordance with the Crusade-Support-Doctrine-Law as stipulated in the Lex Imperialis."
She extended the dataslate toward Lera.
"Your signature is required."
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The air in the Forge Vault was heavy with a lingering note of freshness, a testament to recent activity. The ventilation system hummed quietly, its rhythm punctuated by the dim flickering of lumen strips overhead. Chapter Master Ambros strode purposefully through the vault, his footsteps echoing alongside those of the Chapter's Master of the Forge, Algrin. They walked in reverent silence, their voices stifled by the sheer awe of their surroundings.
To their left and right stood rows upon rows of Indomitus-Pattern Terminator armor, recently assembled from protofabricated parts and admantium exoskeletons, cast in the forges recently rediscovered by Magos Clad. Thousands, tens of thousands, each suit unpainted, the green coloration burned off in the energetic process. It was a treasure beyond measure, an arsenal surpassing even their progenitor, the Ultramarines. Chapter serfs and tech-priests worked diligently, paying their Astartes masters no heed as they applied the Chapter's green and grey colors and affixed Iron Halos and Power Fists to each suit.
The scale of it all felt absurd, excessive, a dissonance in Ambros's very being. It was as if the promise of industrial bounty from the Princeps General had intoxicated his senses, his mind alight with possibilities. For the first time, the Chapter was not constrained by the scarcity of equipment.
"The Codex Astartes does not account for such abundance," Ambros muttered under his breath, his voice a quiet rumble.
Algrin's response was precise, his tone imbued with a mechanical intelligence. "The Primarch, in his wisdom, would likely decree that we share this newfound wealth with less fortunate Chapters."
Ambros nodded, his mechanical eye gleaming. "If we encounter another chapter, we shall share our bounty. However, we must think beyond that. Whatever we give away, we can replace." He halted, his gaze intense. "Should we integrate Terminator armor training into the Astartes Initiate training regimen?"
Algrin's voice hissed with mechanical precision. "Modifying the decrees outlined in the Codex is within your prerogative, old friend. If only General Laurent had not forbidden us from equipping each suit with teleportation capabilities."
"The UEF has been exceedingly generous with their protofabrication devices."
"The UEF threatens to make us dependent, Ambros. I see the greed in your eye, ignited by the possibilities this martial excess could enable. But as soon as you act on these decisions, we risk our independence."
"I am aware of the risks," Ambros replied, a steely edge to his voice. "How are our Land Raider and Dreadnought production efforts progressing?"
"The production of sufficient Land Raider chassis to mechanize all these potential Terminator-wearing battle brothers remains bottlenecked by the scarcity of adamantium in the sector."
"The Crusade Committee is negotiating with the Governor of Phitos. We plan to assist her in combating the hostile xenos fauna and natives in exchange for a premium price on the planet's adamantium exports. The supply issue shall soon be addressed." Ambros declared, staring at nothing in particular, at an imagined future.
"If you say so, Chapter Master," Algrin bowed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have many thunder hammers to concecrate, anoint, bless and inspect before the day's end or I'll fall behind schedule."
Phitos was a death world, not due to barren landscapes or toxic atmospheres, but because of the vibrant, lethal life that thrived in every corner. Its jungles were lush, dense, and perpetually wet, with trees towering dozens of meters high. Their iron-hard wood and roots that dug impossibly deep formed a near-impenetrable barrier. The underbrush was so thick that visibility beyond two meters was impossible, and the aggressive, highly competitive megafauna constantly terrorized the human colonists. While defoliants, machinery, high walls, and heavy weapon emplacements could fend off these threats, it was the intelligent natives that truly haunted Governor Lera's nights.
She knew little about them. No bodies had ever been recovered, and witness testimonies were sparse and unreliable. They were humanoids, riding dinosaurs and wielding strange bone weaponry. These natives targeted miners, machinery, colonial security, supply silos, and power generators, turning Lera's life into a relentless struggle. She had no idea where they lived or where they came from, and lacked the means to find out.
Governor Lera understood from the start that Phitos was a dead-end assignment—a punishment post. The planet seemed hardly worth colonizing, its flora and fauna too aggressive, and its soil poisoned with heavy metals. But beneath this hazardous environment lay rich deposits of rare minerals, especially Adamantium ore, just below the surface and easy to access. Several ever-expanding pit mines had sprung up around the fortified settlement, with colossal rotary excavators digging up the mineral-rich soil, bringing civilization and industry to this hostile world.
The native attacks had escalated to the point where Lera was at risk of missing her tithe quotas, and failure would bring punishments she desperately sought to avoid. Despite the poor posting, she was still a governor, and Adamantium ore fetched a high price, allowing her a relative amount of luxury and wealth. Yet, the Moloch conflict had drained the attention of the Astra Militarum and the Imperial Navy, leaving her to fend for herself. The devastation of Atraxis had further complicated the supply of mining machinery, adding to her woes.
Desperation gnawed at her, but a solution soon presented itself.
Gazing into the sky through an ornate brass telescope, a servant handed her while another fanned her and a third held a sunshade to shield her from the elements, she saw the strange "gate" the mobile Imperial Navy drydock positioned above her planet. The ancient instrument clicked and whirred, bringing the sight into sharp focus.
Nervously, she glanced around. Surrounding her were several Sisters of Battle in blocky, massive power armor patterns she had never seen before. She had heard the hymnals telling of Princeps Lieutenant General Shepard, but when her Priest had offered to contact the General for help, she had not expected the response. A dropship had descended, carrying a battalion of Stoic Heart Sisters and a group of Knights of Tet claiming to represent the General. Their presence made her uneasy. Important events and people were not supposed to come to Phitos.
"Palatine," Governor Lera coughed politely, prompting one of the towering suits of powered armor to turn. "Why are we waiting here atop the outer wall?" She motioned towards the dense jungle before them and the Knight engines patrolling the underbrush below. "We are very exposed."
"In the Emperor's name, we will ensure your protection, Governor," a distorted voice emanated from the Sister. "We are waiting for her to make her appearance."
"Have patience, Governor," her priest intoned, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Rejoice, for He who sits upon the Golden Throne has chosen a daughter from distant lands to be His champion, a woman of resolve and dedication to the extermination of all mankind's enemies. Gaze upon the might of her weaponry, which has driven the forces of Moloch into retreat. At this very moment, she channels forgotten technological powers to travel across the stars towards us. Be patient and witness the might of the Legio Auto Militia! Look, the light heralding her arrival is lit."
Lera was about to ask something when a rotating light in the distance caught her attention, spinning faster and faster until it suddenly exploded in a bright, blue flash akin to a small atomic detonation. The shockwave rolled over her, causing her to stumble backward. When her vision cleared, she saw a towering god machine standing in a scorched clearing, a bright blue beam extending from its arm.
"Is that—," Lera stammered. "How did she, where, what is she?"
"She will solve your problems, Governor. Take a seat and enjoy the show," the Palatine laughed. Servants hurriedly brought over an ornate chair for the Governor. Lera sat down, watching in awe and horror as a city seemed to rise from the soil, titanit structures from which towering war machine rose to the sky and marched over the ground. Massive air transports delivered tanks and walking war machines towards the horizon.
"Governor Lera," a voice, refined yet stern, pierced the air, snapping Lera from her reverie. She turned to behold a young woman, impeccably attired in a cerulean coat, her eyes obscured by dark lenses, her blonde hair meticulously styled in a sidecut. Accompanying her were more soldiers clad in formidable power armor. "I am Commander Eliza Harkon. I have come to discuss the terms of our collaboration."
"A Harkon?" Lera exclaimed, springing to her feet and bowing deeply, forming the Aquila with her hands. "It is an honor, Lady Harkon. I am profoundly grateful for any assistance in the extermination of these xenos."
"I must temper your expectations, Governor," Commander Harkon responded with a sigh. "Our directives from the highest echelons are unequivocal: total extermination is not sanctioned. At this juncture, General Shepard is communicating our intent for the xenos to abstain from encroaching upon human territories. A formidable display of our might should convey the message, but to underscore it, all fauna and flora within a hundred-kilometer radius will be purged before our departure."
"They shall inevitably return," Lera retorted, frustration lacing her voice. "I attempted to incinerate them before, employing a squadron of Marauder bombers I had procured."
"Collaboration with the Crusade Planning Committee will guarantee sustained support," Harkon replied with a knowing grin, snapping her fingers. An attendant promptly approached, presenting a dataslate. "You will be endowed with the facilities to produce most of your mining apparati independently, and you will be able to refine Adamantium of unprecedented purity. Your colonial defense forces will be equipped with superior armaments, and a permanent UEF garrison will remain to bolster your security. In return, Adamantium output must increase tenfold, with the Crusade granted first purchase rights at a reduced rate in accordance with the Crusade-Support-Doctrine-Law as stipulated in the Lex Imperialis."
She extended the dataslate toward Lera.
"Your signature is required."
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Per Bot Commander when the snippet was posted, "The UEF no longer needs to expand for resources".
We're also not going to get Biel'Tan or another Craftworld dropped on our heads by this non-interference agreement, which is a major plus.
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being past material concerns and no longer needing to expand for resources versus when the primitive xenos sit on the sector's biggest deposit of the shiny indestructible metal.
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Samathal did not give her a list of all Exodite worlds she might come across and well, these are not obviously exodites.
I am sure we will not see him again and no potential conflict will emerge from this.
I am sure we will not see him again and no potential conflict will emerge from this.
Sounds like a yes then.
I did have to do a recheck which it was less of an agreement and more like a warning and explanation of the various eldar groups especially exodites whose harm will attract the attention of the craftworlds.
She took that warning seriously.
To reiterate: Adamantinum can not be produced by the assemblers because the local (speak this universe) conditions differ from what they can do. What the assemblers produce is something with the same atomic make up but wastly different properties (I beliefe something radioactive with that decays fast).
What I find interesting is that 40k has not made any statements (novels, editions or rulebooks) about how adamantinum is produced or even how it is manufactored into shape. Not even a hint of smelter or chemical plant.
I'd guess It's possible Admantium can be created with adapted fabricators or various quantum processes, but that will take research far beyond Revy's capabilities and even if we had actual UEF scientists will likely take far more time than the quest
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There are some things mixed up here. Adamantium is Element 180, a stable transuranic element. In the SupCom universe, the laws of physics dictate that all atoms of Element 180, formed during neutron star collisions or supernovae, decay effectively immediately.
In the Warhammer 40k universe, the laws of physics are slightly different. Element 180 is extremely stable, with no known half-life according to the Imperium. Atoms of Element 180 persist through stellar ages, allowing for mineable deposits. Adamantium has unique properties, involving the strong nuclear force in its bonds with other atoms. Pure adamantium is effectively indestructible but also industrially unworkable, so it is usually used in alloys with other metals to increase their strength.
Protofab technology already struggles with producing uranium, making it impractical to create transuranic elements. For that, High Energy Matter Fabricator Arrays are required. These can produce small quantities of transuranic and exotic elements, including adamantium, but at an incredible energy cost.
In the Warhammer 40k universe, the laws of physics are slightly different. Element 180 is extremely stable, with no known half-life according to the Imperium. Atoms of Element 180 persist through stellar ages, allowing for mineable deposits. Adamantium has unique properties, involving the strong nuclear force in its bonds with other atoms. Pure adamantium is effectively indestructible but also industrially unworkable, so it is usually used in alloys with other metals to increase their strength.
Protofab technology already struggles with producing uranium, making it impractical to create transuranic elements. For that, High Energy Matter Fabricator Arrays are required. These can produce small quantities of transuranic and exotic elements, including adamantium, but at an incredible energy cost.
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Dynamesmouse
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Talk about an island of stability.
I wonder if the reason why it's not radioactive is Old One shenanigans. If I were them, I would totally modify physics so I could have a mundane super armor.
I wonder if the reason why it's not radioactive is Old One shenanigans. If I were them, I would totally modify physics so I could have a mundane super armor.