In the grimdark future of the 42nd Millennium, there is War and a small glimmer of hope. A...
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In the grimdark future of the 42nd Millennium, there is War and a small glimmer of hope. A Primarch has returned, and the Space Wolves are strong once more. The Black Rage has been cured, and the Blood Angels have been freed of their Father's death curse. And against the odds, the failure of the Astronomican has been averted by the sacrifice of the Iron Hands. The Imperium stands still, many centuries into the Age of Ending, and it has much to thank for. And many believe that it is the 27th Founding that made it so.
The 13th Black Crusade is still a painful memory, and the War for Baal has been pronounced the 14th Black Crusade. Both have claimed the lives of thousands of marines, consumed entire Chapters in the furnace of war. The 27th Founding brought new life into the Adeptus Astartes, and despite a tumultuous beginning, they quickly proved their worth, leaping into action entire decades before a more traditional Master would consider them fit for duty - and not only surviving, against the odds, but thriving.
But the work of this so-called Miracle Founding is not yet complete. The Imperium is still beset on all sides by their countless enemies.
Survival isn't guaranteed. Success is not even visible. But they shall do their duty, and stand beside the Imperium.
The 27th Founding, and all their Brothers before them, shall stand against the Long Night.
And they shall have Glory or Death.
The 13th Black Crusade is still a painful memory, and the War for Baal has been pronounced the 14th Black Crusade. Both have claimed the lives of thousands of marines, consumed entire Chapters in the furnace of war. The 27th Founding brought new life into the Adeptus Astartes, and despite a tumultuous beginning, they quickly proved their worth, leaping into action entire decades before a more traditional Master would consider them fit for duty - and not only surviving, against the odds, but thriving.
But the work of this so-called Miracle Founding is not yet complete. The Imperium is still beset on all sides by their countless enemies.
Survival isn't guaranteed. Success is not even visible. But they shall do their duty, and stand beside the Imperium.
The 27th Founding, and all their Brothers before them, shall stand against the Long Night.
And they shall have Glory or Death.
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The Emperor works in mysterious ways. Some of those ways stand in His light, others are cloaked in unknowable darkness, but many of them walk the epehermal Grey Path that only the righteous may follow without sin or heresy. All of them follow His grand design for His Imperium that we all serve with our lives, working for the survival of the whole, even if to the detriment of the individual. Great as the species of Man is, to have conquered the stars twice amidst the countless foes arrayed against it, they are but mere mortal men. And mere men must make do with cooperation, each a vital but ultimately replaceable cog in the grand machine of the Imperium of Man. You, however, are no mere cog in the system. You are a mover, a changer, one with purpose and the means to advance it.
You are a Space Marine, one of the Emperor's Finest, and one that bears His touch through the holy Gene-Seed, the diluted might of the Primarchs themselves, the sons of the Master of Mankind. More than that, you are a Chapter Master, one who stands above all but a scant few of his brothers, his fellows in leadership. Your name resounds across Sectors as a stalwart defender of man, a curse by your many foes and a rallying cry by the countless many you have saved. You are a warrior without equal, a tactician without flaw. You stand as Peer to Inquisitors, Fabricator-Generals, even the High-Lords of Terra themselves. You are one of one thousand, in an empire of quintillions. And you will enact His will, for in these dark days of the 42nd Millennium, His Will is the only one that ensures mankind's survival.
The paths that you walk are many, not all of them immediately beneficial, and none of them easy. But you shall walk them regardless. For you are a Space Marine. And Not Even In Death Does Duty End.
[X] Glory or Death: The year is 200.M42, and the Crimson Crusaders are a Chapter in Recovery. Fresh from the fires of Krumpburny, they emerge triumphant beneath the thromping feet of a Legion of Titans. Aurelius Asterion leads them, and though he is called Deviant and Heretic by many a man, few can doubt his loyalty, his will, and his skills with a sword. Though the War for Baal has ended a decade ago, he is confused and troubled. He needs time to think, to brood, to reaffirm his own path. But his Chapter will go on, as it always has. And when he has finally put the Ghosts of Acheron to rest once more, he will return, and paint the foes of Man crimson with their own blood. Continue the Story - Chapter Master Quest
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Index: Chapter Organisation
- Location
- Singapore
Chapter Headquarters
- Chapter Headquarters - Sanguinary Guard
- Chapter Headquarters - Chaplaincy
- Chapter Headquarters - Sanguinary
- Chapter Headquarters - Librarius
- Chapter Headquarters - Armory
- Chapter Headquarters - Chapter Fleet
Chapter Relationships
- Chapter Standing
- Favors - Imperial Authorities
- Favors - Adeptus Astartes
- Favors - Xenos
Chapter Organisation
- Sanguinary Guard
- Veteran's Company - Crimson Seraphim
- 1st Company - Wings of Karanda [BATTLE]
- 2nd Company - Shield of Karanda [BATTLE]
- 3rd Company - Blades of Karanda [BATTLE]
- 4th Company - Bulwark of Karanda [BATTLE]
- 5th Company - Chariots of Karanda [BATTLE]
- 6th Company - Hammers of Karanda [BATTLE]
- 7th Company - Spears of Karanda [BATTLE]
- 8th Company - Wind of Karanda [BATTLE]
- 9th Company - Flames of Karanda [BATTLE]
- 10th Company - Rising of Karanda [SCOUT]
Home Sector
- Sector Tarsus
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Sector Status: Conflict Rating 4
Militarisation: Heavy
Fortification: Heavy
Sector Capital: Hive World Zeruel, Subsector Evangel, Fortification 7
Notable Locations:
- Hive World Karanda, Subsector Hecaton, Fortification 7 (Crimson Crusaders Homeworld: TN 7)
- Civilised World Parthax, Subsector Deacon, Fortification 6 (Warhawks Homeworld: TN 6)
- Hive World Lionel, Subsector Hecaton, Fortification 5 (Crimson Crusaders Recruiting World: TN 7)
- Hive World Orthantus Primaris, Subsector Veenix, Fortification 5 (Crimson Crusaders Recruiting World: TN 8)
- Hive World Bataris, Subsector Zandybar, Fortification 5 (Crimson Crusaders Recruiting World: TN 8)
- Forge World Evangelion, Subsector Kuryakin, Fortification 6
- Forge World Zeus, Subsector Hecaton, Fortification 6
- Watch Fortress Lantoro, Fortification 8
- Sector Fortress Nygax, Fortification 7
- Blackstone Fortress, Fortification 9
Problem Locations:
- Subsector Galen, Local Hotzone
- Chaos Presence Confirmed
- Critical Ork Concentration Confirmed
- Eldar Presence Suspected - Fortress-Monastery
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Index: Stats and Build List
- Location
- Singapore
- Weapon Skill
- Ballistic Skill
- Strength
- Toughness
- Agility
- Intelligence
- Perception
- Willpower
- Fellowship
Chapter Forge
- Armor
- Vehicles
- Melee Weapons
- Ranged Weapons
- Heavy Weapons
- Available Upgrades
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Notables
- Location
- Singapore
Notables
- Chapter Notables - High Leadership
- Notables - Chapter Champions
- Notables - Company Leadership
- Notables - Specialist Breathren
- Notables - Line Brethren
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Turn 28 (201-205.M42): First of Many
- Location
- Singapore
First Of Many
+Date: 201.M42-205.M42+
+Thought of the Day: "Learn to take flight, or drown under the blood of your foes." -Blood Angels Saying+
It seemed like eternity had passed since the 1st Captain had been on Karanda. The Regent had occupied himself with Krumpburny - no, Camledor. It is once more the realm of Camledor, one of many worlds under the sovereign rule of the Mechanicus, a loyal world in a Subsector full of problem children. For the past months he has been busy applying the Crusaders that remain, and teaching the Scouts how to make war on isolated pockets of semi-organised Orks, in precise strikes to cripple them in preparation for the Imperial Guard. On occasion their elders in the Chapter or their fellows in the Warhawks cleaned up those greenskins, when enough of their commanders remained or their numerical advantage was deemed especially laughable.
But now it is time to return to his primary duties of tending to your Chapter Homeworld, guarding the Chapter, and dealing with the many pranks - no, tests, a Space Marine does not 'prank' - that the other injured Captains conduct upon the many hapless neophytes that have recently been recruited to replace the losses incurred on Baal. Losses that were heavier than the ones suffered in the wake of Stonehaven.
Granted, Sortiarius was a very fast Smash and Grab assault mission intended to rescue a Primarch from the realm of a Daemon Primarch, though the annihilation of Sortiarius via superluminal Battle Barge was a bonus. Baal was an extended siege, and the Blood Angels were its defenders. And though Blood Angels may hold a fort as well as any other except perhaps the Sons of Dorn, they are much better on the move, killing with blade and boltgun. And perhaps vehicle support. Which is exactly what the Crimson Crusaders did on Camledor.
And the Crimson Crusaders suffered no casualties on Camledor, funnily enough. No full Space Marine casualties. He even brought back a gift!
"Captain, what is that you have in the sack?"
"Redenuff's head, Tarael."
"Did you not pop it like a melon?"
"No, I crushed his torso like a large fruit. His head was severed with a combat knife after the fact."
"I see. Then why did you bring it back?"
"...I do not know."
"Quarto. You have returned. Excellent." Waiting at the landing pad, of course, is Chapter Master Aurelius Asterion. The man who taught them everything they know, and founder of the Crimson Crusaders. Though he is a son of Baal, if not for him the Crimson Crusaders would never have forged their current identity. But ever since the War for Baal, he's been troubled. "Come with me. We walk for the Caves of Sorrow."
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There was a grand monument, raised for those who died on Baal. It is wrought not of obsidian, as it was for the dead of Sortiarius, but of sandstone, freshly recovered from Baal. They had built it, hewn it by hand, engraved their names and deeds and likenesses with chisel and hammer several years ago. The time for grieving has long passed. But here, their Chapter Master faces all ten Captains. Each of them is a man he has taught personally, whether as one of the Founding Five Hundred or individually as he imparted the wisdom he earned through blood, sweat, and sacrifice.
"I am leaving."
And now, he leaves them to their duties.
"...Pardon, Lord Asterion?"
He raises a hand, halting all questions. "I will return, of course. In time. But I need... time. Time to clear my thoughts. Reaffirm myself." They all know what happened on Baal. His feats. His failures. His encounter with the Sword of Hatred, a man whose presence inspires so much fury that at least a dozen of their brothers have Taken the Black through sheer proximity - not that it matters to him. The Sword is every bit the blademaster his name implies. And a traitor that can match blades with the Lord in Crimson Clad is a traitor that must die to orbital bombardment. "I shall return in a few decades, perhaps less."
There is nothing left to say. Each Captain, individually, has already confirmed that one of their Escorts has already been prepared.
"Then we shall await your return," the Ninth Captain says, arms crossed.
Chapter Master Aurelius Asterion has Departed for a Period of (???) Turns
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Newly-Inducted Space Marines: 150 (178 Gene-Seed Recovered)
- 3rd Company 100% Strength
- 4th Company 100% Strength
- 5th Company 76% Strength
2nd Stage Scouts: 179 (33 Gene-Seed Recovered)
1st Stage Scouts: 129 [1 Psyker] (22 Gene-Seed Recovered)
2nd Stage Neophytes: 129 [1 Psyker] (2 Gene-Seed Recovered)
1st Stage Neophytes: 112 [1 Psyker]
Potential Aspirants: 74 [1 Psyker]
Test-Slave Cultivation Complete: 238 Gene-Seed Produced
Gene-Seed Remaining: 627
The Crimson Crusaders are a Chapter depleted, but they are well on the way to recovery. Now, as a Space Marine Chapter in good standing with the Imperium, the Crusaders have all the resources they require at their disposal. What they lack is time, and what they are constrained by is attention. There are only so many projects that a Chapter can take on at once, and there are many things that need to be done right now, not least of which is the settlement of the Chapter's lack of specialists.
Potentials for Techmarines, Sanguinary Priests and Chaplains have already been sighted, and Chief Librarian Alacard is ready to train the newly inducted Lexicani. Other projects include actually governing Karanda, patrolling the Sector, and keeping note of the local threats - most fortunately confined to Subsector Galen for the time being.
Speaking of which, Forge World Zeus' shipment has just arrived. Fabricator-General Raloth hopes that they are up to standard.
Acquired:
- 33 Assault Cannons
- 27 Multi-Meltas
- 29 Lascannons
- 14 Plasma Cannons
- 32 Heavy Flamers
- 11 Cyclone Missile Launchers
Chapter Actions (Two are Available):
[ ] Identify and send those deemed capable to their vocational training immediately, whether Specialist or Psyker.
[ ] Begin another round of rigorous testing, to find those that would be considered worthy of the mantle of Veteran.
[ ] Write-In
Chapter Notes:
You have 627 Gene Seed, so praise the Emperor
Homeworld Actions:
[ ] Write In
Things for Quarto to Note:
Karanda currently has 12 RP worth of industry for raising PDF Regiments
You have 20 RP left to complete the Grand Academy
Osiron Orthos: Master of the Forge:
[ ] Osiron's Action [Vehicle Specialist]
[ ] Lysander's Actiion [Weapon Specialist]
[ ] Matthias' Action [Armor Specialist]
[ ] Build Order (1000/1000 BP)
[ ] Research Option (Min. 10 BP/Techmarine) [Optional]
Things for Osiron to Note:
- Research is in Progress! [Armor Plating 2: 262/500, Weapon Conduits 2: 92/200]
- As always, RHINOS!
- In memoriam of his former master Incarael, Osiron wants to make a Land Raider Ares
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Omake - Taking the Black
- Location
- Singapore
Taking the Black
All Blood Angels feel the weight of the Flaw upon their backs. With the Cure now manufactured and distributed, the Angels of the future will no longer have to bear as heavy a burden. But for the Sons of Sanguinius that live now, each of them shall take this weight with them to the grave. And like so many of his brothers, those that live and those that die alike, Aurelius Asterion has felt the crushing weight of the Black Rage most keenly on the bloodstained sands of Baal Secundus, during that desperate fight against Chaos. Many of his brothers died, frothing and screaming and thinking themselves Sanguinius on his deathbed. Many of them live, now condemned to the Tower of the Lost, newly rebuilt, before Astorath may tend to them. He felt the Black gazing into his back, felt the bloodthirst nearly overtake him, the rage that would have blinded a lesser man ten times over. That he stands now as a marine of relatively-sound mind is testament to his brothers and the bond they share, not his own mental faculties.
Putting the ghosts of Acheron to rest has eased his troubles some. Matching the thrice-damned Sword of Hatred in a duel has eased his troubles some. Knowing that the sacrifices of over ten thousand Blood Angels and countless million mortals will buy them the future has eased his troubles some. But he is still troubled. He still doubts. And a Chapter Master can never doubt.
He needs time to think. Time to reflect. Time to regather himself. Time that he cannot spend while rebuilding a Chapter shattered by epic war and reminded of the thousand he has let die since he took on the mantle of leadership. He needs to be alone, away from them. He needs to put his skills to use. On a different foe.
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"Watch Commander, a question."
"Aye, Watch-Captain Harldrom? How fared the mission?"
"Excellently, Commander. The perfidious Eldar did not see us coming. We have quelled another plot of theirs, and blunted their intentions on Hive World Granidd. Inquisitor Deron sends his regards."
"Hah, so the pipsqueak has earned himself a Rosarius. I shall advise the Inquisition to keep an eye on our interests there. No sense losing perfectly viable aspirants while a Chapter rebuilds."
"Understood, Watch Commander. Now, my question?"
"Of course, of course. Speak, Captain Harldrom."
"It concerns my Kill-Team. The Blackshield--"
"Ah, my special assignment, the one I called 'Eli'. Do you find his skills lacking?"
"Nay, Commander. Indeed, he was the one to take down the Warp Spider Exarchs. His senses are exceptionally sharp. What interests me, Commander, is his vow of silence."
"Stay your tongue, Captain. His vows are his alone to know. You know the oaths that bind our order."
"I understand, Watch Commander, but he violated his own oath during the mission. He spoke in a strange dialect, one I am unfamilar with."
"Hm? And who did he speak with?"
"A neophyte on the ground, Commander. Our interation was brief and after our objective was accomplished, but the rest of us stayed our distance."
"Do you remember the words he said?"
"Of course. He said..."
"...Baali, Captain. He spoke in Baali."
"The Angel's tongue? Then he is a--"
"Don't jump to conclusions, Captain. Many men and women beyond the Angel's star know the language. I would know. And the rest of the Kill-Team?"
"Not a sound, Commander. I alone heard it."
"Good. This stays between us, Captain. I shall deal with this."
"Compliance, Watch Commander. I shall return to my chapel."
"Suffer not the alien to live, Captain Harldrom."
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"...Eli, do you understand why I called you in?"
"..."
"Of course, you don't talk. Worry not, these chambers are sealed. None but we shall ever know these words."
"..."
"I understand, I am asking you to break your vow of silence, simply to answer my queries. Rude, at best."
"..."
"Except it wouldn't. Because you already broke it. Tell me, Eli, how do you know the tongue of Baal?"
"..."
"...Bah, you are no fun. Aurelius, why are you in the Blackwatch?"
"Took you long enough, Vergil."
"Who else but you would tell a neophyte of the resurgent Lamenters 'There is no debt to pay'? Now, why are you here?"
"I needed more time to reflect. Besides, Astorum is a worthy successor."
"So he's grown. How long until you return?"
"I do not know. How many aliens need to die?"
"Too many. You can stay as long as you like, but until then I shall be your Commander, Battle-Brother."
"Compliance, Lord Rios. Shall I polish your bootheels with my tongue, or should I kiss your hindquarters red first?"
"You may begin by praising every aspect of me like you would Lord Dante."
"Shall I begin with your weedy arms and poor taste in wines?"
"Hah! It is good to fight alongside you again, brother."
All Blood Angels feel the weight of the Flaw upon their backs. With the Cure now manufactured and distributed, the Angels of the future will no longer have to bear as heavy a burden. But for the Sons of Sanguinius that live now, each of them shall take this weight with them to the grave. And like so many of his brothers, those that live and those that die alike, Aurelius Asterion has felt the crushing weight of the Black Rage most keenly on the bloodstained sands of Baal Secundus, during that desperate fight against Chaos. Many of his brothers died, frothing and screaming and thinking themselves Sanguinius on his deathbed. Many of them live, now condemned to the Tower of the Lost, newly rebuilt, before Astorath may tend to them. He felt the Black gazing into his back, felt the bloodthirst nearly overtake him, the rage that would have blinded a lesser man ten times over. That he stands now as a marine of relatively-sound mind is testament to his brothers and the bond they share, not his own mental faculties.
Putting the ghosts of Acheron to rest has eased his troubles some. Matching the thrice-damned Sword of Hatred in a duel has eased his troubles some. Knowing that the sacrifices of over ten thousand Blood Angels and countless million mortals will buy them the future has eased his troubles some. But he is still troubled. He still doubts. And a Chapter Master can never doubt.
He needs time to think. Time to reflect. Time to regather himself. Time that he cannot spend while rebuilding a Chapter shattered by epic war and reminded of the thousand he has let die since he took on the mantle of leadership. He needs to be alone, away from them. He needs to put his skills to use. On a different foe.
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"Watch Commander, a question."
"Aye, Watch-Captain Harldrom? How fared the mission?"
"Excellently, Commander. The perfidious Eldar did not see us coming. We have quelled another plot of theirs, and blunted their intentions on Hive World Granidd. Inquisitor Deron sends his regards."
"Hah, so the pipsqueak has earned himself a Rosarius. I shall advise the Inquisition to keep an eye on our interests there. No sense losing perfectly viable aspirants while a Chapter rebuilds."
"Understood, Watch Commander. Now, my question?"
"Of course, of course. Speak, Captain Harldrom."
"It concerns my Kill-Team. The Blackshield--"
"Ah, my special assignment, the one I called 'Eli'. Do you find his skills lacking?"
"Nay, Commander. Indeed, he was the one to take down the Warp Spider Exarchs. His senses are exceptionally sharp. What interests me, Commander, is his vow of silence."
"Stay your tongue, Captain. His vows are his alone to know. You know the oaths that bind our order."
"I understand, Watch Commander, but he violated his own oath during the mission. He spoke in a strange dialect, one I am unfamilar with."
"Hm? And who did he speak with?"
"A neophyte on the ground, Commander. Our interation was brief and after our objective was accomplished, but the rest of us stayed our distance."
"Do you remember the words he said?"
"Of course. He said..."
"...Baali, Captain. He spoke in Baali."
"The Angel's tongue? Then he is a--"
"Don't jump to conclusions, Captain. Many men and women beyond the Angel's star know the language. I would know. And the rest of the Kill-Team?"
"Not a sound, Commander. I alone heard it."
"Good. This stays between us, Captain. I shall deal with this."
"Compliance, Watch Commander. I shall return to my chapel."
"Suffer not the alien to live, Captain Harldrom."
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"...Eli, do you understand why I called you in?"
"..."
"Of course, you don't talk. Worry not, these chambers are sealed. None but we shall ever know these words."
"..."
"I understand, I am asking you to break your vow of silence, simply to answer my queries. Rude, at best."
"..."
"Except it wouldn't. Because you already broke it. Tell me, Eli, how do you know the tongue of Baal?"
"..."
"...Bah, you are no fun. Aurelius, why are you in the Blackwatch?"
"Took you long enough, Vergil."
"Who else but you would tell a neophyte of the resurgent Lamenters 'There is no debt to pay'? Now, why are you here?"
"I needed more time to reflect. Besides, Astorum is a worthy successor."
"So he's grown. How long until you return?"
"I do not know. How many aliens need to die?"
"Too many. You can stay as long as you like, but until then I shall be your Commander, Battle-Brother."
"Compliance, Lord Rios. Shall I polish your bootheels with my tongue, or should I kiss your hindquarters red first?"
"You may begin by praising every aspect of me like you would Lord Dante."
"Shall I begin with your weedy arms and poor taste in wines?"
"Hah! It is good to fight alongside you again, brother."
Turn 29 (206-210.M42): Take It Easy
- Location
- Singapore
Hey, remember when I used to do these weekly? Me neither!
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+Date: 206.M42-210.M42+
+Thought of the Day: "The filth surrounded us on all sides, outnumbered us a dozen to one, and the world itself wanted us dead. Such is the fate of the Emperor's Chosen." Clan-Father Arven Rauth, Aftermath of the Battle of Theta-Exacatus-77-Vermillion+
Between the start and end of a decade, news came from Holy Terra. A message, broadcast on all channels, received and boosted by every single Astropath, whether alone on an Imperial warship or united in a chorus, across hundreds of thousands of light-years of space. By the end of the decade, there wouldn't be a single world in the Imperium that had not heard the news. And for once, in these dark days, the missive wasn't grim, depressing, and darkly amusing.
It was simple, for the sake of speed. Simple words, hiding great hope.
//The Golden Throne is Stable//
The Golden Throne is Stable.
The Golden Throne is Stable.
And it was all by the work of the Iron Hands, those Sons of the Gorgon. They had all but vanished after the Retribution Crusade and the Centennial, and it was for this. The Golden Throne. The Emperor.
In these times of ending, this was heartening news indeed.
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"We have how many volunteers?"
Silence meets Astorum's not-hypothetical question, while Jantorus and Cybereon look at him flatly. He sighs. Lord Asterion was always open to clarifying things they both already knew, for the sake of the conversation. But he liked to strike up conversation, preferably when someone parrots the last two words he said back at him.
"...You could at least try to break the silence, brothers."
Jantorus didn't much see the point, and he was only visiting on a momentary stopover for supplies. He also dropped off a report, noting that the Crusaders have been keeping themselves restrained, so injuries during regular deployments have been… nonexistent. Impressive on two counts, considering their primogenitor and considering their own reputation. There were already those who said that the Crusaders spilt blood just as readily as they shed it.
Cybereon just liked to see him squirm. Bastard.
Capable Brothers have been Identified
10 Techmarine Potentiates have been sent to Mars for Further Training
10 Sanguinary Priest Potentiates have been sent to Geralt for Further Training
10 Chaplain Potentiates have been sent to Martellus for Further Training
He sighs. Regent Astorum has not seen hide nor hair of the others for months. The others are all busy with their duties throughout the Imperium, within Sector Tarsus and around it in their patrols, responding to distress hails and every-so-often being proactive in their execution of the Emperor's foes. Macharius hasn't been seen in a year. He took all the scouts with him for 'deep line insertion simulation exercises'.
Geralt is busy with the neophytes he didn't take with him, and not a day has gone by that Geralt has not chided at least five of them for 'wasting the blood that ten thousand of their betters have shed'. Mostly for various mischiefs like writing ironic fiction, being insufficiently competent at bolter drill, or not knowing which end of a training sword to hold.
Newly Inducted Space Marines: 161 (197 Gene-Seed Recovered)
2nd Stage Scouts: 123 (6 Gene-Seed Recovered)
1st Stage Scouts: 118 (11 Gene-Seed Recovered)
2nd Stage Neophytes: 98 (2 Psykers) (14 Gene-Seed Recovered)
1st Stage Neophytes: 74 (5 Psykers)
Aspirants: 62
Gene-Seed Remaining: 781
Admittedly, that last one is inexcusable. First Captain Quarto Astorum now knows what Lord Asterion felt when they had been first taken under his wing, absolutely useless with anything that could vaguely resemble a thing that could inconvenience one of the many foes that they fight. Is it any wonder that Lord Rios had begun the tradition of the Caves of Sorrow
Osiron was busy in the depths of the forge, and every hail has been responded with 'WORK AWAITS BROTHER-CAPTAIN I HAVE LAND RAIDERS TO PERFECT' and something about Lysander and Matthias being more and more slovenly by the day, and how they're grumbling about sneaking that cyberdile into his cot and how they are fools for he has already snuck one into their cots…
Constructed:
x5 Rhinos (T-1 Armor, T-2 Drive Systems)
x20 Combat Shields
x25 Plasma Pistols
x15 Inferno Pistols
Research:
Weapon Conduits 2: [Progress: 92 + 162 = 254 (COMPLETE)]
Armor Plating 2: [Progress: 262 + 371 = 633 (COMPLETE)]
...He wished Lord Asterion were here right now. As is, he had to prepare the founding of the Grand Academy. With this, they could produce a proper officer cadre for their PDF and Banner Regiments. They could produce regiments on a regular basis, at that. Which should be beneficial for planetary defense, leaving the industrial output of the world for other things. Like more Banner Regiments.
Lord Asterion was right. He does not have the authority to keep men from wanting to do their duty to the Emperor, and die for him on the battlefield. And Karanda has many men and women like that. Not all of them become Space Marines. So it is the least he can do.
Grand Academy: 8 RP to Go
Additional Benefit Added: A PDF Regiment will be Raised for Free each Turn, with a High chance for Infantry (and its various permutations) and a low chance for Armored, Artillery, or Aerial (and their various permutations)
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"So we have Deathwatch hopefuls now? Without needing to run Lord Rios' gauntlet?"
Pathor merely looks blankly at Astorum again, firm and dispassionate. He nods. The cautious and resolute Captain was not one for words, and after Baal it had almost seemed that he took a vow of silence. The extinction of so many Chapters likely brought back bad memories. May it be that Stonehaven stay dead this time, Emperor willing.
The former Angel Resplendent had already given his report. A number of the 6th included Marines who were deployed to Segmentum Tempestus as scouts - to serve to bolster the guard when Hive Fleet Leviathan made its push from the galactic south. The 8th Company also saw significant action then, and its veterans would surely remember action against that carrion swarm too. It was a wonder that none of them volunteered for another vigil… oh, right. Utterly annihilated, at the Seraphim Vault.
The matter of forwarding their correspondence to the Deathwatch is elementary, but Quarto had paid attention to the matters of the Holy Inquisition. The Deathwatch were taking up as many offers as they could, requesting old veterans to serve another vigil. They were fighting against another threat, something that needed more marines. Any Marines he committed to the Deathwatch would not return for decades, if at all.
He could probably ask. But that would likely take some political capital. Captain Pathor seems like he has something he wants to say, but is remaining quiet for some reason. Perhaps he wishes to discuss it with Lord Asterion.
And then there was word of another Crusade, meant to take back the worlds lost in the Night of the Thousand Knives, all down by the Galactic West. The Swordbreaker Crusade, as it were, to be lead by a Lord Militant General Chass. The Crusade was currently in the planning stages, and was expected to take at least another decade before it would begin its march to liberate a hundred worlds. He could always commit a Company to assist. They are all Sons of the Angel, and to aid the other arms of the Imperium in righteous liberation is always a past time that any true Blood Angel would be honored to partake in.
But then there was the matter of the final matter, which might pull away any Companies you might commit. Lord Inquisitor Reyynman, one of Lord Asterion's many contacts in the Ordo Malleus, has passed on an encrypted message by astropath, indicating that he - or, at least, one of his Interrogator teams - will need support soon. Large-scale, high-firepower support. Nothing important enough to deploy Grey Knights over, but certainly worth a Space Marine's attention.
Which, of course, narrows it down to Traitor Marines… or Daemons.
He has not specified a date, but expects they will need support in a decade or less. The location, a star system spinward of Tarsus, has been identified, but the Inquisitor advises discretion when arriving. Secrecy is, as is usual with Inquisitorial matters, absolutely vital.
Well then. Such is his lot as current acting-Chapter Master, while their own soothes his inner daemons via power sword. Quarto Astorum has decisions to make.
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Chapter Actions (Two are Available):
[ ] Deploy a Chapter to Reyynman's location, to await a hail for support. Trust your Brother-Captains to make a stealthy entry.
[ ] Promise a Battle Company to Lord Militant General Chass, for his move to free those worlds snared in the Albo Cluster.
[ ] Send off those worthy ones to the Deathwatch. The Ordo Xenos' Chamber Militant will likely thank you for the support
[ ] Write-In
Chapter Notes:
- The Chapter has 781 Gene Seed, praise the Emperor.
- 3 Battle-Brothers are capable enough to send to the Deathwatch.
- The Deathwatch have been snatching up all available forces. Inquire.
- There are two theatres of note: the Swordbreaker Crusade, expected to commence beyond 220.M42, and the Inquisitor's operation, which will commence before 220.M42.
- Quarto, being a social genius, has picked up that Captain Idris Pathor has something on his chest. Talk to him, or inform the Chapter Master… wherever he is.
- 10 Each of the Techmarine, Chaplain, and Sanguinary Priest Vocations will return from training at the beginning of 220.M42
Homeworld Actions:
[ ] Write In
Things for Quarto to Note:
- Karanda currently has 12 RP worth of industry for raising PDF Regiments
- There is 8 RP left to complete the Grand Academy
Osiron Orthos: Master of the Forge:
[ ] Osiron's Action [Vehicle Specialist]
[ ] Lysander's Action [Weapon Specialist]
[ ] Matthias' Action [Armor Specialist]
[ ] Build Order (1000/1000 BP)
[ ] Research Option (Min. 10 BP/Techmarine) [Optional]
Things for Osiron to Note:
- The augments are ready. Now, FURY OF INCARAEL!
- As always, RHINOS!
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Take It Easy
+Date: 206.M42-210.M42+
+Thought of the Day: "The filth surrounded us on all sides, outnumbered us a dozen to one, and the world itself wanted us dead. Such is the fate of the Emperor's Chosen." Clan-Father Arven Rauth, Aftermath of the Battle of Theta-Exacatus-77-Vermillion+
Between the start and end of a decade, news came from Holy Terra. A message, broadcast on all channels, received and boosted by every single Astropath, whether alone on an Imperial warship or united in a chorus, across hundreds of thousands of light-years of space. By the end of the decade, there wouldn't be a single world in the Imperium that had not heard the news. And for once, in these dark days, the missive wasn't grim, depressing, and darkly amusing.
It was simple, for the sake of speed. Simple words, hiding great hope.
//The Golden Throne is Stable//
The Golden Throne is Stable.
The Golden Throne is Stable.
And it was all by the work of the Iron Hands, those Sons of the Gorgon. They had all but vanished after the Retribution Crusade and the Centennial, and it was for this. The Golden Throne. The Emperor.
In these times of ending, this was heartening news indeed.
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"We have how many volunteers?"
Silence meets Astorum's not-hypothetical question, while Jantorus and Cybereon look at him flatly. He sighs. Lord Asterion was always open to clarifying things they both already knew, for the sake of the conversation. But he liked to strike up conversation, preferably when someone parrots the last two words he said back at him.
"...You could at least try to break the silence, brothers."
Jantorus didn't much see the point, and he was only visiting on a momentary stopover for supplies. He also dropped off a report, noting that the Crusaders have been keeping themselves restrained, so injuries during regular deployments have been… nonexistent. Impressive on two counts, considering their primogenitor and considering their own reputation. There were already those who said that the Crusaders spilt blood just as readily as they shed it.
Cybereon just liked to see him squirm. Bastard.
Capable Brothers have been Identified
10 Techmarine Potentiates have been sent to Mars for Further Training
10 Sanguinary Priest Potentiates have been sent to Geralt for Further Training
10 Chaplain Potentiates have been sent to Martellus for Further Training
He sighs. Regent Astorum has not seen hide nor hair of the others for months. The others are all busy with their duties throughout the Imperium, within Sector Tarsus and around it in their patrols, responding to distress hails and every-so-often being proactive in their execution of the Emperor's foes. Macharius hasn't been seen in a year. He took all the scouts with him for 'deep line insertion simulation exercises'.
Geralt is busy with the neophytes he didn't take with him, and not a day has gone by that Geralt has not chided at least five of them for 'wasting the blood that ten thousand of their betters have shed'. Mostly for various mischiefs like writing ironic fiction, being insufficiently competent at bolter drill, or not knowing which end of a training sword to hold.
Newly Inducted Space Marines: 161 (197 Gene-Seed Recovered)
2nd Stage Scouts: 123 (6 Gene-Seed Recovered)
1st Stage Scouts: 118 (11 Gene-Seed Recovered)
2nd Stage Neophytes: 98 (2 Psykers) (14 Gene-Seed Recovered)
1st Stage Neophytes: 74 (5 Psykers)
Aspirants: 62
Gene-Seed Remaining: 781
Admittedly, that last one is inexcusable. First Captain Quarto Astorum now knows what Lord Asterion felt when they had been first taken under his wing, absolutely useless with anything that could vaguely resemble a thing that could inconvenience one of the many foes that they fight. Is it any wonder that Lord Rios had begun the tradition of the Caves of Sorrow
Osiron was busy in the depths of the forge, and every hail has been responded with 'WORK AWAITS BROTHER-CAPTAIN I HAVE LAND RAIDERS TO PERFECT' and something about Lysander and Matthias being more and more slovenly by the day, and how they're grumbling about sneaking that cyberdile into his cot and how they are fools for he has already snuck one into their cots…
Constructed:
x5 Rhinos (T-1 Armor, T-2 Drive Systems)
x20 Combat Shields
x25 Plasma Pistols
x15 Inferno Pistols
Research:
Weapon Conduits 2: [Progress: 92 + 162 = 254 (COMPLETE)]
Armor Plating 2: [Progress: 262 + 371 = 633 (COMPLETE)]
...He wished Lord Asterion were here right now. As is, he had to prepare the founding of the Grand Academy. With this, they could produce a proper officer cadre for their PDF and Banner Regiments. They could produce regiments on a regular basis, at that. Which should be beneficial for planetary defense, leaving the industrial output of the world for other things. Like more Banner Regiments.
Lord Asterion was right. He does not have the authority to keep men from wanting to do their duty to the Emperor, and die for him on the battlefield. And Karanda has many men and women like that. Not all of them become Space Marines. So it is the least he can do.
Grand Academy: 8 RP to Go
Additional Benefit Added: A PDF Regiment will be Raised for Free each Turn, with a High chance for Infantry (and its various permutations) and a low chance for Armored, Artillery, or Aerial (and their various permutations)
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"So we have Deathwatch hopefuls now? Without needing to run Lord Rios' gauntlet?"
Pathor merely looks blankly at Astorum again, firm and dispassionate. He nods. The cautious and resolute Captain was not one for words, and after Baal it had almost seemed that he took a vow of silence. The extinction of so many Chapters likely brought back bad memories. May it be that Stonehaven stay dead this time, Emperor willing.
The former Angel Resplendent had already given his report. A number of the 6th included Marines who were deployed to Segmentum Tempestus as scouts - to serve to bolster the guard when Hive Fleet Leviathan made its push from the galactic south. The 8th Company also saw significant action then, and its veterans would surely remember action against that carrion swarm too. It was a wonder that none of them volunteered for another vigil… oh, right. Utterly annihilated, at the Seraphim Vault.
The matter of forwarding their correspondence to the Deathwatch is elementary, but Quarto had paid attention to the matters of the Holy Inquisition. The Deathwatch were taking up as many offers as they could, requesting old veterans to serve another vigil. They were fighting against another threat, something that needed more marines. Any Marines he committed to the Deathwatch would not return for decades, if at all.
He could probably ask. But that would likely take some political capital. Captain Pathor seems like he has something he wants to say, but is remaining quiet for some reason. Perhaps he wishes to discuss it with Lord Asterion.
And then there was word of another Crusade, meant to take back the worlds lost in the Night of the Thousand Knives, all down by the Galactic West. The Swordbreaker Crusade, as it were, to be lead by a Lord Militant General Chass. The Crusade was currently in the planning stages, and was expected to take at least another decade before it would begin its march to liberate a hundred worlds. He could always commit a Company to assist. They are all Sons of the Angel, and to aid the other arms of the Imperium in righteous liberation is always a past time that any true Blood Angel would be honored to partake in.
But then there was the matter of the final matter, which might pull away any Companies you might commit. Lord Inquisitor Reyynman, one of Lord Asterion's many contacts in the Ordo Malleus, has passed on an encrypted message by astropath, indicating that he - or, at least, one of his Interrogator teams - will need support soon. Large-scale, high-firepower support. Nothing important enough to deploy Grey Knights over, but certainly worth a Space Marine's attention.
Which, of course, narrows it down to Traitor Marines… or Daemons.
He has not specified a date, but expects they will need support in a decade or less. The location, a star system spinward of Tarsus, has been identified, but the Inquisitor advises discretion when arriving. Secrecy is, as is usual with Inquisitorial matters, absolutely vital.
Well then. Such is his lot as current acting-Chapter Master, while their own soothes his inner daemons via power sword. Quarto Astorum has decisions to make.
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Chapter Actions (Two are Available):
[ ] Deploy a Chapter to Reyynman's location, to await a hail for support. Trust your Brother-Captains to make a stealthy entry.
[ ] Promise a Battle Company to Lord Militant General Chass, for his move to free those worlds snared in the Albo Cluster.
[ ] Send off those worthy ones to the Deathwatch. The Ordo Xenos' Chamber Militant will likely thank you for the support
[ ] Write-In
Chapter Notes:
- The Chapter has 781 Gene Seed, praise the Emperor.
- 3 Battle-Brothers are capable enough to send to the Deathwatch.
- The Deathwatch have been snatching up all available forces. Inquire.
- There are two theatres of note: the Swordbreaker Crusade, expected to commence beyond 220.M42, and the Inquisitor's operation, which will commence before 220.M42.
- Quarto, being a social genius, has picked up that Captain Idris Pathor has something on his chest. Talk to him, or inform the Chapter Master… wherever he is.
- 10 Each of the Techmarine, Chaplain, and Sanguinary Priest Vocations will return from training at the beginning of 220.M42
Homeworld Actions:
[ ] Write In
Things for Quarto to Note:
- Karanda currently has 12 RP worth of industry for raising PDF Regiments
- There is 8 RP left to complete the Grand Academy
Osiron Orthos: Master of the Forge:
[ ] Osiron's Action [Vehicle Specialist]
[ ] Lysander's Action [Weapon Specialist]
[ ] Matthias' Action [Armor Specialist]
[ ] Build Order (1000/1000 BP)
[ ] Research Option (Min. 10 BP/Techmarine) [Optional]
Things for Osiron to Note:
- The augments are ready. Now, FURY OF INCARAEL!
- As always, RHINOS!
Turn 30 (211-215.M42): Reformation
- Location
- Singapore
GM Note: To celebrate how Renegade Sorceress Quest has finally crawled out of the baleful hellfire pits of Writer's Block, and defeated the gatedaemon of Hiatus, have the return of Glory or Death!
Because I am a giant derp, let's redo the previous turn. I guess.
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+Date: 211.M42-215.M42+
+Thought of the Day: "The Sons of Sanguinius and Guilliman think themselves the radiant paragons of the Imperium in these dark days. Let them believe what they will. We brought back the Light." -Feirros, Iron Father, Forgemaster of the Iron Hands+
Quarto watches the stars in between bouts in the battle cages, while the serfs swap out the battered combat servitors for fresh ones from the forges. The Regent is not the unassailable warlord his Chapter Master is, or the master swordsman the 3rd Captain is, but he is still a Space Marine Captain, and there does not exist a Captain that cannot fight. Somewhere in the last few decades, he became worthy of leading a Veteran's Company by his own reckoning.
Up in the black-blue skies of Karanda, a thousand stars glitter and shine like diamonds. One of them is surely Cato on his Thunderhawk, enroute to the Wings of Providence. For the sort of deployment the Lord Inquisitor would like, a swift vessel will be necessary to avoid any picket fleets. Quintor had originally offered the Carmine Dream, believing that his workhorse of a cruiser would be sufficient, and that armor would be more than sufficient. But in the end, the 2nd Company would make transit in a different vessel.
The ancient Strike Cruiser, the flagship of the 8th Company, has not seen action in decades, and Hale had offered its use. The 8th Company has been too brutally eviscerated by the War for Baal, and their valiant defense of the Seraphim Vault. It will be decades yet before the 8th Company, but a mere two battle-brothers and a Captain, will be deployed on campaign once more. Perhaps while the 8th remains on Karanda, barely even a squad, and busies itself with training duties.
And then there is the matter of Captain Pathor. Quarto Astorum knows things, and he can read any of his brothers like an open book. In another life, he might well have been a Chaplain. The 6th Captain, who retained the most of his Company's Sergeants, is troubled. Perhaps later, after Final Prayer, he should go speak with him.
"You wished to see me, Regent?"
Astorum does not show any surprise when he finds the 6th Captain there, by the doorway. Idris Pathor has a knack for traps and cover - a remnant of his time on Stonehaven, it seems - and he knows Quarto's own talents. Perhaps too well, considering his aversion of Chaplains, even now. "Yes, Captain. You were going to share you troubles with me."
Pathor's face remains even and stoic. "It is nothing, Captain."
Quarto knows it isn't nothing. Quarto knows many things. Quarto Astorum, Regent of Karanda, knows that Lord Commander Dante has been gathering resources and gene seed from the Successors, and not just to rebuild Baal. He intends to resurrect old Chapters, Chapters devastated by Baal, with the backing of the Alatus Cadere. Chapters like the Lamenters, the Flesh Tearers, the Angels Numinious. Chapters that retain any of their brothers, whether they formed part of the line or not. Chapters like the thus-dissolved Angels Resplendent.
And he tells him as much.
Pathor nods. "...I should have known you were all too aware, Captain."
"You worry that you will abandon your duty by leaving?" Astorum laughs, and strides over to his senior brother to clap him on the shoulder. Though Pathor is older than him, perhaps by more than a century, they are equal in so many ways besides. And besides, Quarto Astorum is a friend to all, regardless of their vocation. "Your duty is to the Emperor, brother! Not us!"
"That is it, brother," Pathor notes dryly. "I have no wish of reforming the Angels Resplendent. They are dead. A memory. Every last Angel Resplendent died on Stonehaven, damn that misbegotten planet."
Quarto nods. "Then there is nothing to say, brother. We shall stand by your decision, and so shall Lord Dante."
2nd Company deployed on the Wings of Providence
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At last, the Grand Academy is completed! Quarto is glad, for many reasons. Of course, duty demands that his first reason be that now, raising the PDF and training up a new officer cadre is a much easier prospect, ensuring that any further Banner Regiments they raise will be talented and capably lead.
His second reason is the fact that his workload has been minimised significantly. And that lets him tend to his brothers more… aptly. To mark the occasion, he ordered the Founding of another Artillery Regiment. Let the enemy come at the base of the mountain. They shall pound them with impunity from their peaks.
Grand Academy completed! 1 Free PDF Regiment Raised Per Turn! (May switch production to Karanda Banner Regiments for free)
Today is a fine day indeed!
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Today is a shocking day indeed.
It is not unknown for the get of Sanguinius to manifest their latent psychic ability as a result of bearing the Primarch's genes. It happens more than one would expect, in fact, for Sanguinius was a powerful Psyker indeed, and his blood flows strongly through all of his sons. Geralt has personally seen to several dozen aspirants who have developed the talent. He has seen it in this Chapter.
He has not seen ten of them actualise their talents within the same five-year period. Alacard agrees, though he does not seem as surprised as he should. The Angels Sanguine must have gone through the same thing, he supposes.
If nothing else… this will ensure that the Chapter's Librarius will be well-staffed for the foreseeable future. He knows that each Captain would rather have the gift of foresight on their side, for a change.
Recruitment:
139 Aspirants
56 Stage 1 Neophytes, 2 psykers (62 gene-seed used)
64 Stage 2 Neophytes, 7 psykers
91 Stage 1 Scouts, 10 psykers
93 Stage 2 Scouts
101 Battle-Brothers (145 gene seed recovered)
7th Company at 100% Strength
8th Company at 64% Strength
Total: 864 Gene Seed
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Just as well that he had a good day that the Veterans finally return from testing. That is, those who would be vetted and tested for their worth to the Chapter in joining the Veteran's Company. Normally, it would be the Captain of the Veteran's Company who would embark on this testing… except the Veteran's Company has not had a Captain since the closest thing to a Captain it's had joined the Deathwatch. Which would mean the responsibility would fall to the Chapter Master… who has also left for places unknown. Which means the honor would fall to the 1st Captain… but Captain Astorum busies himself with the final preparations for the Grand Academy.
The responsibility of who would test the hopefuls was determined soon enough.
The Veterans themselves shall choose.
A Veteran was attached to each Company as they went about their duties, silently judging and determining who was truly capable. After all, with the absence of their nigh-unto-legendary commanders, those who would know best are the Veterans themselves.
And of the hundred-or-so of them who they've identified to have the potential… a little under half have been recruited. From every Company.
48 Veterans Identified
1st Company at 94% Strength
2nd Company at 95% Strength, 5 Veterans + Veteran Sergeant Accompanying Campaign
3rd Company at 97% Strength
4th Company at 93% Strength
5th Company at 95% Strength
6th Company at 89% Strength
7th Company at 92% Strength
8th Company at 64% Strength
9th Company at 7% Strength
Veteran's Company at 61% Strength
Reportedly, of the two survivors of the 8th Company from the War for Baal, one was already selected to be a Veteran, and is merely serving as a Veteran Sergeant as Lord Asterion had decreed long ago. The other, Brother Randios, certainly qualifies. But to take him away, right as the 8th Company finally acquires the reinforcement it so desperately needs, seems… cruel.
So instead, he is given the greatest honor yet.
A New Hero Rises!
Veteran Sergeant Randios - 8th Company
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Osiron hums absently. As it appears, his LACKADAISICAL CHARGES have grown some ACTUAL BACKBONE for once! He directed them to the production orders, as he always does, while he worked on Incarael's memory, and what happens when he emerges in five years?
Oh, what happens indeed!
Matthias appears to have gotten something in his head that he loves the Cyclone Missile Launcher as much as he does Sanguinius himself, because inspiration struck him like a thunderbolt and then did so again twice more. A whopping three relic Cyclone Missile Launchers - one of them is unerringly accurate, another appears to be unusually good at punching through armor regardless of munitions, and the third is also a little bit Iron Halo.
Relic Cyclone Missile Launchers Made!
- Vergilius' Arrow: Bonus Accuracy
- Heel of Phoros: Bonus Armor Penetration
- Shield of the Seraphim: In-Built Iron Halo
Not to be done, Lysander has also made a relic Combat Shield! Unfortunately, he did not get struck multiple times by that same lightning bolt, but his singular relic is impressive nonetheless!
Especially since it appears to be like a Power Fist, but shield-shaped. Offensive and defensive. Most impressive!
Relic Combat Shield Made!
- Left Hand of Thunder: Offensive Power Field (May be used as Power Fist)
And then they also got the regular production orders done. Most excellent.
Built:
1 Cyclone Missile Launcher
3 Combat Shields
12 Rhinos (T-2 Power, T-2 Armor, T-2 Drive Systems)
Rhino Upgraded (T-2 Drive Systems, T-2 Armor, T-2 Power)
Designation Confirmed: Alae Ardens is now a Redeemer-Pattern Land Raider
And then, he has finished it. Your testament to your mentor. The Land Raider he would have wanted to make. Old codger always did like the Ares-Pattern, with its demolisher cannon and dozer blades and twin-linked assault cannons. He would have liked it very much. He hopes he does.
It will be his testament to the man that was Incarael, Master of Blades.
Land Raider Ares Testamen Laminis Complete! (T-2 Power, T-2 Armor, T-2 Drive Systems)
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After making it into the system, Captain Jantorus contacted him. Everything appears normal. The Wings of Providence are silent, and drifting as part of the inner system's asteroid belt. They were not spotted.
The Regent responds briefly and tersely. Communications might be intercepted, however unlikely. The matters of the Inquisition always did vex him. How does Lord Asterion deal with them so often? Nobles and other branches of the Imperium are one matter. The slimy Inquisition are another. The only exception appears to be Reyynman himself.
Now, then. The 2nd Company will just have to wait.
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"First Captain, a word?"
Astorum is not his Chapter Master. He lacks that same commanding presence of the battlefield, to become a true terror with blade and boltgun. So when Captain Pathor requests an audience with the Regent of Karanda, he must wait fifteen seconds for the serf to deactivate the three training servitors, armed with stun batons and power mauls at half-setting, while the First Captain fends off their combined assault.
Sweaty, shirtless, The Aquila Aurum loose in his hands and his baggy pants soaked with perspiration, Quarto nonetheless presents the image of a collected, considerate commander. As any Captain of the Angelsblooded should, but doubly so for their Regents. "Aye, Pathor? Come to change your decision? We shall support you at every step."
Pathor raises a hand and smiles - worn and weathered, like the man himself, but peaceful. Possessed of calm he has only recently become familiar with again. "No, Regent. The Angels Resplendent are dead. Let their honor stand everlasting beside the Golden Throne, bright and luminant by the Knight-Commander's sword. No, I come to bring other news."
Astorum nods, while a monotask servitor arrives with towels for him and Pathor. The Caller of the Fires declines, and waits a moment for Quarto to dry himself off. "What news would you bring? I have already heard of Lord Dante's missives, and Lord Asterion has not contacted us since he left on his journey."
"No, this is a more personal message, sent by a kindred spirit. The sole survivor of a dead Chapter, laid low on that damnable world of Stonehaven." It occurs to Quarto that Stonehaven may still be the den of decadence and villainy that they burned so many years ago. How many brothers still live from that time? "Chapter Master Athanas sends his regards."
Astorum nods, warmth spreads between his hearts. A reminder of the single good thing to come from that wretched world. "They are appreciated, Pathor. What would the Lamenters reborn need from us? Material? Wargear? Contacts? Favors?"
"Not much at all, brother. He bears a heavy burden, a single man to build a Chapter from ashes. He has found a new world to rebuild from, and with the blessing of Lord Dante has gotten authorisation from the High Lords." The way Pathor speaks, it almost seems like he is hopeful for the revival of the Angels Resplendent. But no, Quarto knows better, as does any Crusader. He is hopeful for the Lamenters, who no longer have anything to Lament. "Athanas knows he has a debt he cannot repay to the Crusaders, but--"
Astorum raises a hand. He shall hear no more. "Tell him to think nothing of it. We Angels protect our own. He shall never stand alone against the Long Night ever again. What can we provide?"
"Expertise, Regent. He only requests for some veterans to help train his own to a respectable standard. A Company, if possible, though he daren't make such a demand." Memories flash across Astorum's laugh, and he suppresses the laughter that bubbles forth from his own memories of the Crusaders'... less than stellar skills, from before Lord Asterion and Lord Rios' instructions had drilled into their thick skulls. Pathor shuffles his feet. "Permission to speak, Captain?"
"Always, Captain."
Idris Pathor, one of only six Angels Resplendent left in the galaxy, raises a hand to his plastron, across the Alatus Cadere on his chest. "I would wish to lend 6th Company, and help the Lamenters rebuild."
Astorum nods. An entire Company is a force to be reckoned with, especially a Company with as many surviving Veterans as the 6th. And it is more than ready to begin regular patrols once more. "I shall consider it. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, Pathor."
"Yes, Regent. I shall make my leave."
The Caller of the Fires leaves, something resembling mirth in his step. Astorum cannot help but wonder, would Lord Asterion have agreed in a heartbeat?
"Again," he says to the serfs, and each training servitor buzzes to life once more. Aquila Aurum in hand, the Regent returns to practice.
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New System: Requests!
As each Company will now be an autonomous unit, they can now be deployed independently onto various assignments. For example, 2nd Company is currently deployed on a mission, and as such has taken their Company Fleet (technically Chapter Headquarters' Fleet, but then they need their own fleet at some point) to deal with the matter. By and large all other Companies at present are assigned with Reinforcement, Training, or Patrolling the Sector, and can be assigned to deal with new requests and missions as they come up.
To help with managing the greater scale of actions and deployments, there is no longer an Action Limit. The only limit imposed will be manpower and the amount of Forge Capacity available for use.
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Available Companies:
4th/5th Company [2nd Fleet]
3rd Company [3rd Fleet]
6th Company [4th Fleet]
7th Company [5th Fleet]
8th Company [6th Fleet]
Unavailable Companies:
1st Company [1st Fleet] [Fleet Deployed with 2nd Company]
9th Company [7th Fleet] [7% Strength!!] [Minimum Deployment Strength: 50%]
Deployed Companies:
2nd Company [1st Fleet] - Malleus Matters: Lord Inquisitor Reyynman has passed on a request from one of his Interrogators…
Available Missions:
The Swordbreaker Crusade: Lord Militant General Chass is preparing for a Crusade to retake the worlds lost in the Night of the Thousand Knives in the Galactic West, and is looking for the assistance of at least 1 Company. [Expires in 1 Turn
Deathwatch Matters: The Deathwatch, in their continued shadow war against the alien, is requesting additional recruits from all Chapters. Several Companies are willing to push themselves through Lord Rios' own rigorous tests to prove some of their number worthy.
Lament No Longer: Chapter Master Athanas - formerly Reclusiarch Zephyral - is in the midst of rebuilding the Lamenters, but these youths are untested, and he is but one man. He is requesting for any number of Crusaders to aid him in this matter, and he would like - but dares not hope - for a Company to assist.
- Note: The 6th Company would like to deploy on this Mission
Angels Bereft of Wings: The War for Baal was devastating by every meaning of the word, both to the Angels and to the Great Enemy. Baal is a shattered jewel now, and vulnerable to assault. The Blood Angels need help to rebuild their defenses and their forges. A number of Successor Chapters are trying to convince Lord Dante to allow them to assist in the reconstruction; perhaps if the Crimson Crusaders lend their voices…
The Hateful Sword: Nobody knows what became of the Sword of Hatred after the War for Baal. Lord Asterion and Herald Tarael both attest to his escape via Warp Portal during the final desperate assault on the Angel's Tomb. He yet lives, and his enmity for the Lord in Crimson Clad ensures that he will come for them again. Do not grant him the initiative. Find him. Kill. Him. First.
- Note: The 3rd Company would like to deploy on this Mission
The Forge:
Note: with the construction of the Grand Academy and the quality and quantity of Karanda's Banner and PDF Regiments guaranteed, all RP has been converted back to the planet's industrial capacity - and the majority of it available for the Crimson Crusaders' own use. +600 BP/Turn
Forge Capacity: 1600 BP
Available Senior Techmarines:
- Osiron Orthos, Forgemaster (Engine Seer - Bonus with Vehicles)
- Lysander Diomedes (Bonus with Weapons)
- Matthias Taldor (Bonus with Armor)
Requests:
- 5th through 10th Companies all request that forge production be prioritised towards the production of additional Rhinos, to ensure that every squad has their own personal APC
Because I am a giant derp, let's redo the previous turn. I guess.
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Reformation
+Date: 211.M42-215.M42+
+Thought of the Day: "The Sons of Sanguinius and Guilliman think themselves the radiant paragons of the Imperium in these dark days. Let them believe what they will. We brought back the Light." -Feirros, Iron Father, Forgemaster of the Iron Hands+
Quarto watches the stars in between bouts in the battle cages, while the serfs swap out the battered combat servitors for fresh ones from the forges. The Regent is not the unassailable warlord his Chapter Master is, or the master swordsman the 3rd Captain is, but he is still a Space Marine Captain, and there does not exist a Captain that cannot fight. Somewhere in the last few decades, he became worthy of leading a Veteran's Company by his own reckoning.
Up in the black-blue skies of Karanda, a thousand stars glitter and shine like diamonds. One of them is surely Cato on his Thunderhawk, enroute to the Wings of Providence. For the sort of deployment the Lord Inquisitor would like, a swift vessel will be necessary to avoid any picket fleets. Quintor had originally offered the Carmine Dream, believing that his workhorse of a cruiser would be sufficient, and that armor would be more than sufficient. But in the end, the 2nd Company would make transit in a different vessel.
The ancient Strike Cruiser, the flagship of the 8th Company, has not seen action in decades, and Hale had offered its use. The 8th Company has been too brutally eviscerated by the War for Baal, and their valiant defense of the Seraphim Vault. It will be decades yet before the 8th Company, but a mere two battle-brothers and a Captain, will be deployed on campaign once more. Perhaps while the 8th remains on Karanda, barely even a squad, and busies itself with training duties.
And then there is the matter of Captain Pathor. Quarto Astorum knows things, and he can read any of his brothers like an open book. In another life, he might well have been a Chaplain. The 6th Captain, who retained the most of his Company's Sergeants, is troubled. Perhaps later, after Final Prayer, he should go speak with him.
"You wished to see me, Regent?"
Astorum does not show any surprise when he finds the 6th Captain there, by the doorway. Idris Pathor has a knack for traps and cover - a remnant of his time on Stonehaven, it seems - and he knows Quarto's own talents. Perhaps too well, considering his aversion of Chaplains, even now. "Yes, Captain. You were going to share you troubles with me."
Pathor's face remains even and stoic. "It is nothing, Captain."
Quarto knows it isn't nothing. Quarto knows many things. Quarto Astorum, Regent of Karanda, knows that Lord Commander Dante has been gathering resources and gene seed from the Successors, and not just to rebuild Baal. He intends to resurrect old Chapters, Chapters devastated by Baal, with the backing of the Alatus Cadere. Chapters like the Lamenters, the Flesh Tearers, the Angels Numinious. Chapters that retain any of their brothers, whether they formed part of the line or not. Chapters like the thus-dissolved Angels Resplendent.
And he tells him as much.
Pathor nods. "...I should have known you were all too aware, Captain."
"You worry that you will abandon your duty by leaving?" Astorum laughs, and strides over to his senior brother to clap him on the shoulder. Though Pathor is older than him, perhaps by more than a century, they are equal in so many ways besides. And besides, Quarto Astorum is a friend to all, regardless of their vocation. "Your duty is to the Emperor, brother! Not us!"
"That is it, brother," Pathor notes dryly. "I have no wish of reforming the Angels Resplendent. They are dead. A memory. Every last Angel Resplendent died on Stonehaven, damn that misbegotten planet."
Quarto nods. "Then there is nothing to say, brother. We shall stand by your decision, and so shall Lord Dante."
2nd Company deployed on the Wings of Providence
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At last, the Grand Academy is completed! Quarto is glad, for many reasons. Of course, duty demands that his first reason be that now, raising the PDF and training up a new officer cadre is a much easier prospect, ensuring that any further Banner Regiments they raise will be talented and capably lead.
His second reason is the fact that his workload has been minimised significantly. And that lets him tend to his brothers more… aptly. To mark the occasion, he ordered the Founding of another Artillery Regiment. Let the enemy come at the base of the mountain. They shall pound them with impunity from their peaks.
Grand Academy completed! 1 Free PDF Regiment Raised Per Turn! (May switch production to Karanda Banner Regiments for free)
Today is a fine day indeed!
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Today is a shocking day indeed.
It is not unknown for the get of Sanguinius to manifest their latent psychic ability as a result of bearing the Primarch's genes. It happens more than one would expect, in fact, for Sanguinius was a powerful Psyker indeed, and his blood flows strongly through all of his sons. Geralt has personally seen to several dozen aspirants who have developed the talent. He has seen it in this Chapter.
He has not seen ten of them actualise their talents within the same five-year period. Alacard agrees, though he does not seem as surprised as he should. The Angels Sanguine must have gone through the same thing, he supposes.
If nothing else… this will ensure that the Chapter's Librarius will be well-staffed for the foreseeable future. He knows that each Captain would rather have the gift of foresight on their side, for a change.
Recruitment:
139 Aspirants
56 Stage 1 Neophytes, 2 psykers (62 gene-seed used)
64 Stage 2 Neophytes, 7 psykers
91 Stage 1 Scouts, 10 psykers
93 Stage 2 Scouts
101 Battle-Brothers (145 gene seed recovered)
7th Company at 100% Strength
8th Company at 64% Strength
Total: 864 Gene Seed
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Just as well that he had a good day that the Veterans finally return from testing. That is, those who would be vetted and tested for their worth to the Chapter in joining the Veteran's Company. Normally, it would be the Captain of the Veteran's Company who would embark on this testing… except the Veteran's Company has not had a Captain since the closest thing to a Captain it's had joined the Deathwatch. Which would mean the responsibility would fall to the Chapter Master… who has also left for places unknown. Which means the honor would fall to the 1st Captain… but Captain Astorum busies himself with the final preparations for the Grand Academy.
The responsibility of who would test the hopefuls was determined soon enough.
The Veterans themselves shall choose.
A Veteran was attached to each Company as they went about their duties, silently judging and determining who was truly capable. After all, with the absence of their nigh-unto-legendary commanders, those who would know best are the Veterans themselves.
And of the hundred-or-so of them who they've identified to have the potential… a little under half have been recruited. From every Company.
48 Veterans Identified
1st Company at 94% Strength
2nd Company at 95% Strength, 5 Veterans + Veteran Sergeant Accompanying Campaign
3rd Company at 97% Strength
4th Company at 93% Strength
5th Company at 95% Strength
6th Company at 89% Strength
7th Company at 92% Strength
8th Company at 64% Strength
9th Company at 7% Strength
Veteran's Company at 61% Strength
Reportedly, of the two survivors of the 8th Company from the War for Baal, one was already selected to be a Veteran, and is merely serving as a Veteran Sergeant as Lord Asterion had decreed long ago. The other, Brother Randios, certainly qualifies. But to take him away, right as the 8th Company finally acquires the reinforcement it so desperately needs, seems… cruel.
So instead, he is given the greatest honor yet.
A New Hero Rises!
Veteran Sergeant Randios - 8th Company
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Osiron hums absently. As it appears, his LACKADAISICAL CHARGES have grown some ACTUAL BACKBONE for once! He directed them to the production orders, as he always does, while he worked on Incarael's memory, and what happens when he emerges in five years?
Oh, what happens indeed!
Matthias appears to have gotten something in his head that he loves the Cyclone Missile Launcher as much as he does Sanguinius himself, because inspiration struck him like a thunderbolt and then did so again twice more. A whopping three relic Cyclone Missile Launchers - one of them is unerringly accurate, another appears to be unusually good at punching through armor regardless of munitions, and the third is also a little bit Iron Halo.
Relic Cyclone Missile Launchers Made!
- Vergilius' Arrow: Bonus Accuracy
- Heel of Phoros: Bonus Armor Penetration
- Shield of the Seraphim: In-Built Iron Halo
Not to be done, Lysander has also made a relic Combat Shield! Unfortunately, he did not get struck multiple times by that same lightning bolt, but his singular relic is impressive nonetheless!
Especially since it appears to be like a Power Fist, but shield-shaped. Offensive and defensive. Most impressive!
Relic Combat Shield Made!
- Left Hand of Thunder: Offensive Power Field (May be used as Power Fist)
And then they also got the regular production orders done. Most excellent.
Built:
1 Cyclone Missile Launcher
3 Combat Shields
12 Rhinos (T-2 Power, T-2 Armor, T-2 Drive Systems)
Rhino Upgraded (T-2 Drive Systems, T-2 Armor, T-2 Power)
Designation Confirmed: Alae Ardens is now a Redeemer-Pattern Land Raider
And then, he has finished it. Your testament to your mentor. The Land Raider he would have wanted to make. Old codger always did like the Ares-Pattern, with its demolisher cannon and dozer blades and twin-linked assault cannons. He would have liked it very much. He hopes he does.
It will be his testament to the man that was Incarael, Master of Blades.
Land Raider Ares Testamen Laminis Complete! (T-2 Power, T-2 Armor, T-2 Drive Systems)
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After making it into the system, Captain Jantorus contacted him. Everything appears normal. The Wings of Providence are silent, and drifting as part of the inner system's asteroid belt. They were not spotted.
The Regent responds briefly and tersely. Communications might be intercepted, however unlikely. The matters of the Inquisition always did vex him. How does Lord Asterion deal with them so often? Nobles and other branches of the Imperium are one matter. The slimy Inquisition are another. The only exception appears to be Reyynman himself.
Now, then. The 2nd Company will just have to wait.
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"First Captain, a word?"
Astorum is not his Chapter Master. He lacks that same commanding presence of the battlefield, to become a true terror with blade and boltgun. So when Captain Pathor requests an audience with the Regent of Karanda, he must wait fifteen seconds for the serf to deactivate the three training servitors, armed with stun batons and power mauls at half-setting, while the First Captain fends off their combined assault.
Sweaty, shirtless, The Aquila Aurum loose in his hands and his baggy pants soaked with perspiration, Quarto nonetheless presents the image of a collected, considerate commander. As any Captain of the Angelsblooded should, but doubly so for their Regents. "Aye, Pathor? Come to change your decision? We shall support you at every step."
Pathor raises a hand and smiles - worn and weathered, like the man himself, but peaceful. Possessed of calm he has only recently become familiar with again. "No, Regent. The Angels Resplendent are dead. Let their honor stand everlasting beside the Golden Throne, bright and luminant by the Knight-Commander's sword. No, I come to bring other news."
Astorum nods, while a monotask servitor arrives with towels for him and Pathor. The Caller of the Fires declines, and waits a moment for Quarto to dry himself off. "What news would you bring? I have already heard of Lord Dante's missives, and Lord Asterion has not contacted us since he left on his journey."
"No, this is a more personal message, sent by a kindred spirit. The sole survivor of a dead Chapter, laid low on that damnable world of Stonehaven." It occurs to Quarto that Stonehaven may still be the den of decadence and villainy that they burned so many years ago. How many brothers still live from that time? "Chapter Master Athanas sends his regards."
Astorum nods, warmth spreads between his hearts. A reminder of the single good thing to come from that wretched world. "They are appreciated, Pathor. What would the Lamenters reborn need from us? Material? Wargear? Contacts? Favors?"
"Not much at all, brother. He bears a heavy burden, a single man to build a Chapter from ashes. He has found a new world to rebuild from, and with the blessing of Lord Dante has gotten authorisation from the High Lords." The way Pathor speaks, it almost seems like he is hopeful for the revival of the Angels Resplendent. But no, Quarto knows better, as does any Crusader. He is hopeful for the Lamenters, who no longer have anything to Lament. "Athanas knows he has a debt he cannot repay to the Crusaders, but--"
Astorum raises a hand. He shall hear no more. "Tell him to think nothing of it. We Angels protect our own. He shall never stand alone against the Long Night ever again. What can we provide?"
"Expertise, Regent. He only requests for some veterans to help train his own to a respectable standard. A Company, if possible, though he daren't make such a demand." Memories flash across Astorum's laugh, and he suppresses the laughter that bubbles forth from his own memories of the Crusaders'... less than stellar skills, from before Lord Asterion and Lord Rios' instructions had drilled into their thick skulls. Pathor shuffles his feet. "Permission to speak, Captain?"
"Always, Captain."
Idris Pathor, one of only six Angels Resplendent left in the galaxy, raises a hand to his plastron, across the Alatus Cadere on his chest. "I would wish to lend 6th Company, and help the Lamenters rebuild."
Astorum nods. An entire Company is a force to be reckoned with, especially a Company with as many surviving Veterans as the 6th. And it is more than ready to begin regular patrols once more. "I shall consider it. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, Pathor."
"Yes, Regent. I shall make my leave."
The Caller of the Fires leaves, something resembling mirth in his step. Astorum cannot help but wonder, would Lord Asterion have agreed in a heartbeat?
"Again," he says to the serfs, and each training servitor buzzes to life once more. Aquila Aurum in hand, the Regent returns to practice.
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A Chapter of Space Marines is more than 1000 Battle-Brothers, ready to do battle as the Emperor decrees. It is an autonomous formation of ten Companies: in a Codex-Compliant Chapter, there would be 1 Veteran's Company, 4 Battle Companies, 4 Reserve Companies and the Scout Company. The Crimson Crusaders deviate slightly, for the 1st Company is another Battle Company, and the Veterans are instead organised into a company of their own, separate from the standard Codex Order of Battle.
Nonetheless, each Company is an autonomous, self-directed unit lead by a senior member of Chapter Command, designed to work independently of a Chapter Master's decisions while also working in unison with the other Companies when the occasion calls for the Angels of Death to strike as the Legiones Astartes once did. At this point, each Captain of the Crimson Crusaders is a hardened veteran of war, having seen hundreds of engagements and slain thousands or more of the Emperor's foes. They can be trusted to make decisions on their own.
From this point on, Every Company will have their own Armory and Vehicle Pool in addition to their Fleet. In addition, they will Maintain and Expand their Armory and Vehicle Pool as their Captain sees fit. A Chapter Master, of course, has the final say in the matter, and each Chapter must acquire forge facilities from the Forgemaster in order to do so. As such, Companies will often lobby for use of Forge Facilities for their own uses, and it is the Forgemaster's prerogative as to how much will be assigned to each Company.
The Forgemaster may instead choose to build individual vehicles, wargear, or otherwise spend BP however they like in the same fashion as before, however. Also, Write-Ins to the distribution of wargear per Company will be most appreciated, and will be rewarded.
Matters of fleet expansion and ship assignments remain in the remit of Chapter Headquarters and the Chapter Master, and the Chapter Flagship (in this case the Gloria Encarmine) remains under the command of the Chapter Master and the Keeper of the Heavengate. In this regard, 2nd and 4th Company must find ways to procure a flagship for themselves. This should be a priority if they are to undertake operations as autonomous units.
Nonetheless, each Company is an autonomous, self-directed unit lead by a senior member of Chapter Command, designed to work independently of a Chapter Master's decisions while also working in unison with the other Companies when the occasion calls for the Angels of Death to strike as the Legiones Astartes once did. At this point, each Captain of the Crimson Crusaders is a hardened veteran of war, having seen hundreds of engagements and slain thousands or more of the Emperor's foes. They can be trusted to make decisions on their own.
From this point on, Every Company will have their own Armory and Vehicle Pool in addition to their Fleet. In addition, they will Maintain and Expand their Armory and Vehicle Pool as their Captain sees fit. A Chapter Master, of course, has the final say in the matter, and each Chapter must acquire forge facilities from the Forgemaster in order to do so. As such, Companies will often lobby for use of Forge Facilities for their own uses, and it is the Forgemaster's prerogative as to how much will be assigned to each Company.
The Forgemaster may instead choose to build individual vehicles, wargear, or otherwise spend BP however they like in the same fashion as before, however. Also, Write-Ins to the distribution of wargear per Company will be most appreciated, and will be rewarded.
Matters of fleet expansion and ship assignments remain in the remit of Chapter Headquarters and the Chapter Master, and the Chapter Flagship (in this case the Gloria Encarmine) remains under the command of the Chapter Master and the Keeper of the Heavengate. In this regard, 2nd and 4th Company must find ways to procure a flagship for themselves. This should be a priority if they are to undertake operations as autonomous units.
After much consideration, flyers such as Thunderhawks and Storm Ravens will be considered as part of a ship's complement, and so will not have to be built independently at a forge. All existing Thunderhawks, Storm Ravens, Storm Talons, and other flyers will instead be considered Special for a variety of reasons: perhaps they are equipped with plasma weaponry instead, or have been modified for the quick deployment of Assault Marines, or have had cargo holds been repurposed to fill more weapons and ammunition and flight redundancies. Write-Ins are very much appreciated. Go nuts!
New System: Requests!
As each Company will now be an autonomous unit, they can now be deployed independently onto various assignments. For example, 2nd Company is currently deployed on a mission, and as such has taken their Company Fleet (technically Chapter Headquarters' Fleet, but then they need their own fleet at some point) to deal with the matter. By and large all other Companies at present are assigned with Reinforcement, Training, or Patrolling the Sector, and can be assigned to deal with new requests and missions as they come up.
To help with managing the greater scale of actions and deployments, there is no longer an Action Limit. The only limit imposed will be manpower and the amount of Forge Capacity available for use.
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Available Companies:
4th/5th Company [2nd Fleet]
3rd Company [3rd Fleet]
6th Company [4th Fleet]
7th Company [5th Fleet]
8th Company [6th Fleet]
Unavailable Companies:
1st Company [1st Fleet] [Fleet Deployed with 2nd Company]
9th Company [7th Fleet] [7% Strength!!] [Minimum Deployment Strength: 50%]
Deployed Companies:
2nd Company [1st Fleet] - Malleus Matters: Lord Inquisitor Reyynman has passed on a request from one of his Interrogators…
Available Missions:
The Swordbreaker Crusade: Lord Militant General Chass is preparing for a Crusade to retake the worlds lost in the Night of the Thousand Knives in the Galactic West, and is looking for the assistance of at least 1 Company. [Expires in 1 Turn
Deathwatch Matters: The Deathwatch, in their continued shadow war against the alien, is requesting additional recruits from all Chapters. Several Companies are willing to push themselves through Lord Rios' own rigorous tests to prove some of their number worthy.
Lament No Longer: Chapter Master Athanas - formerly Reclusiarch Zephyral - is in the midst of rebuilding the Lamenters, but these youths are untested, and he is but one man. He is requesting for any number of Crusaders to aid him in this matter, and he would like - but dares not hope - for a Company to assist.
- Note: The 6th Company would like to deploy on this Mission
Angels Bereft of Wings: The War for Baal was devastating by every meaning of the word, both to the Angels and to the Great Enemy. Baal is a shattered jewel now, and vulnerable to assault. The Blood Angels need help to rebuild their defenses and their forges. A number of Successor Chapters are trying to convince Lord Dante to allow them to assist in the reconstruction; perhaps if the Crimson Crusaders lend their voices…
The Hateful Sword: Nobody knows what became of the Sword of Hatred after the War for Baal. Lord Asterion and Herald Tarael both attest to his escape via Warp Portal during the final desperate assault on the Angel's Tomb. He yet lives, and his enmity for the Lord in Crimson Clad ensures that he will come for them again. Do not grant him the initiative. Find him. Kill. Him. First.
- Note: The 3rd Company would like to deploy on this Mission
The Forge:
Note: with the construction of the Grand Academy and the quality and quantity of Karanda's Banner and PDF Regiments guaranteed, all RP has been converted back to the planet's industrial capacity - and the majority of it available for the Crimson Crusaders' own use. +600 BP/Turn
Forge Capacity: 1600 BP
Available Senior Techmarines:
- Osiron Orthos, Forgemaster (Engine Seer - Bonus with Vehicles)
- Lysander Diomedes (Bonus with Weapons)
- Matthias Taldor (Bonus with Armor)
Requests:
- 5th through 10th Companies all request that forge production be prioritised towards the production of additional Rhinos, to ensure that every squad has their own personal APC
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Interlude 27: To Lament No More
- Location
- Singapore
Hey, remember when I did interludes regularly? Me neither!
Let's make that a thing again. But what to call this one...
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To Lament No More
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+215.M42+
+Aboard the Mater Lachrymarum, Battle Barge and Fortress Monastery of the Lamenters+
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The chapel is large, framed in solid white stone that seems to endure like mountains. It is bereft of much, empty but for small shrines here and there, filled with statues of the Emperor and the Angel, and pots of ash where the joss sticks have burned out. Servitors cycle in and out, exchanging pots filled with ash with clean ones. Perhaps it is a legacy of his time as a Chaplain that his newborn Chapter reveres the Emperor and the Angel so feverishly. But then, they as a Chapter have much to be thankful for. If not for the Emperor, they would not have survived the 21st Founding. And if not for the Angel, if not for their brother Chapters... they would not have survived the third time their Chapter broke.
"Chapter Master, there is a visitor for you."
Athanas looks up from prayer as the last stick of incense burns down to a nub, at the youth who now calls himself Juno. He remembers when his First Captain was but a boy, with rust-colored hair and freckles across his dimpled cheeks. A boy that called himself Iranen, Son of Irathen. He has grown into the Angel's image very well, and for a child barely into his twenties he has a good head on his shoulders. A treasure, Athanas thinks to himself. Worthy of any Chapter, Angelblooded or not. This world of Kysboth is a fine one, possessed of strong folk and plentiful population. Another boon he owes to the glories of another. He resolves again to redouble his efforts, and pay back his dues to the Lord Commander and the Lord in Crimson Clad.
Well, perhaps not the Iron Hands or the Black Templars. The boy's jolly temperment would be ill-appreciated in the company of such dour attitudes. As if he was so different not two decades before, a traitorous thought chides him from behind his ear. The scars of the War for Baal still itch from time to time. But these are honor scars, scars he will wear with pride. His time as Zephyral was fraught with self-doubt and a lack of confidence, qualities he hid well as Reclusiarch but which were only exemplified during their final hour on that wretched world. But it ended with an affirmation of who he is and who he will be, now and forever.
That final battle in which he fought, at the head of a host of a thousand aureolin ghosts, remains his fondest memory. It is not everyday that you get to stand beside each and every single one of your fallen brothers, see their faces and watch them regard you with pride, as you do battle beside them once more on the Angelworld itself. That look of pride that Lord Phoros gave him, even forever lost to the rage, will be one he cherishes to the grave. It was a good day. And he shall take that memory to the grave of Athanas.
"Chapter Master? Lord Athanas, did you hear me?"
"Yes yes," he says with a wave of his hand, "Juno, I hear you. Who requests an audience?"
"I cannot say, he did not give a name." Juno fidgets as Athanas rises to his full height and cherubim clothe him in his robes. Perhaps he was quick in his earlier judgement, Athanas considers. The boy - and a boy he still is, Captain or not - has yet to fill in with Astartes bulk, and his form is lean and lanky like a child through puberty. He has years on him yet. The boy cannot even shave yet. "He is a giant, though, towering over even Urias! And the cloak he wears... it obscures his form, but I see feathers."
Athanas steps towards the boy-Captain with lightning bolt speed. It would be charitable to say he stood his ground well, but the Lord of Lamenters considers that he simply is not quick enough to have another reaction. Something else he must pound into the minds of a newborn Chapter. Once more he contemplates the lessons of Asterion. The man had raised a Chapter from similarly-pitiful beginnings, and has forged them into a capable and motivated fighting force. He had much help, but the methods he used to turn boys into Blood Angels are proven. Perhaps the man will see fit to grant him another favor, and lend him some men to train up the new generation of Lamenters. Lamenters with nothing to lament.
But enough of that. "A giant you say, Juno?" Athanas asks, voice even but harsh, a habit he retained from his time as Chaplain. It seems that his virtue as Chapter Master shall be oratory. "With a cloak of feathers? Nothing else?"
"N-None, Lord," Juno swallows. The boy stands still, standing strong in the imposing presence of his Chapter Master and maintaining a mighty stiff upper lip. Commendable, but a Lamenter should do better. Of all the Angel's sons, a Lamenter ought to be able to endure the most. He seems to realise this, and the tension slakes off him like mist. He is still firm, but not tightly coiled like a spring ready to snap. "His face is framed in shadow, and impossible to piece together. His form is shrouded by his cloak. If he brings armaments, there are none we could detect, even with the Servitors."
He nods, possibilities considered and abandoned in microseconds, processed by the mind of a seasoned Space Marine. "Thank you Juno," he says, eyes focused on his Captain but paying nothing but the minimal attention to his Captain, "Return to your duties. I shall meet with him." All evidence points to Him. But why would He come? Why would He be so visible, and alert his Chapter? And can he say it truly is Him?
He departs swiftly, robe billowing behind him and tossing swirls into the ash in the chapel.
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He arrives swiftly to the hangars of his Battle Barge, where the Visitor was detained by a squad from the 3rd Company - where the Visitor is still detained by a squad from the 3rd Company, standing there pensively even as boltguns are pointed in His direction threateningly, by youths who have not yet fought in true war. Athanas considers throwing these children into the crucible of war, whetting their appetites with minor conflicts throughout the sector... but no. Not until they have a proper example to follow.
He looks at the Visitor as he strides across the rafters towards him. And somehow, despite the void the shrouds His face, he knows the Visitor looks back. Instincts yell at him, refined senses consider and reconsider the possibilities. Everything tells him that the Visitor is exactly who he thinks He is. And that terrifies him.
He arrives before Squad Reveren, meets Sergeant Reveren's salute with a nod, and regards the Visitor. Juno's description of a giant ring true; even clad in power armor, the Visitor stands taller than even the Astartes of Squad Reveren. Athanas, wearing little but prayer robes, is forced to look up at Him.
"You come for an audience with a Chapter Master, but refuse to reveal your identity?" Athanas asks, hands clasped behind his back as Squad Reverem maintains position. Work ceases in the hangar, as serf and servitor alike stop to consider the Chapter Master's presence and confrontation. "Here, on my ship, my word is law. Why, then, do you still live?"
"Would you come personally to see a visitor you would execute for the crime of tresspassing?" Is the Visitor's simple answer. His voice, deep and commanding, is nonetheless quiet and reserved. Little but he and Squad Reverem heard His voice. Considerate, all things considered.
Athanas frowns. "Perhaps I would. Who would know?"
"The people of Kysboth would," he says. "They speak well of the Angel Above, fair in judgement and fierce in oration. They say you will bring this world greatness."
His eyes narrow. "I simply do my duty."
The Visitor chuckles. "Duty is where legends begin."
"Enough word games," Sergeant Reverem snaps, "What is your purpose here, you--"
"Sergeant." Athanas speaks, and the Sergeant holds his tongue with a single soft-spoken word. "You want an audience? Very well." He turns, regards each of Squad Reverem. They are a fine squad, but impulsive and all to eager to show the Emperor's foes the meaning of fury without fully grasping its meaning themselves. It is a miracle they did not simply start shooting - but no. Not in front of him. Not in front of the Chapter Master they idolise. "Return to your duties, Squad Reverem. I shall settle this."
The Sergeant's expression opposes his decision, but Sergeant Reverem withholds the first words out of his mouth. "Shall we escort you first, Lord?"
"That shall not be necessary," Athanas replies. He looks at the Visitor, where his eyes should be, and thinks the words he wants to say. If he wanted me dead, this ship would already be a Space Hulk.
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His quarters as Chapter Master are extravagant, more than even Captains get. Everything is gold, and etched with cruciforms, aquillas, wings or swords. Even his resting slab is covered with cloth, instead of simply being cold stone. It continues to confound Athanas that he alone gets this privilege, but then his burden as Chapter Master is twofold. Warfare... and diplomacy.
And yet, with a Primarch in his quarters, Chapter Master Athanas feels cramped for the first time. The cloaked visitor has taken to leaning against a wall instead, while he sits - but a Space Marine could never bear to sit where a Primarch stands, even at His beckoning. So they both stand.
"You come to see me," Athanas says, as Corvus Corax, the Nineteenth Primarch, pulls back his cowl to reveal a head of disheveled, raven-black hair, and a vacant stare from too-black eyes. "I am honored, Lord Primarch, but... why?"
"I come to inspect you," the Raven Lord says. His gaze is nearly impossible to match. Athanas can already feel his second heart beating, his hands quivering under the tension. "The way you carried yourself before your men... Satisfactory. Acceptable, considering they are but children."
"I do my best, as the Emperor decrees."
Corax nods. "Your best is sufficient. For now, at least." Corvus Corax saved him on that Crusade, where he should have died against the Alpha Legion. He and those Blood Angels and Guardsmen were escorted back to Imperial lines by a black angel, striking at their pursuers as if he were shadow itself. He vanished long before they returned to safety, but long after the danger had passed. And he said nothing to them, to him, but the barest mention that he, somehow, is important to the Great Angel, Sanguinius. The Ninth Primarch. His gene-sire, though the Lamenters had not known until it was too late. Since then, he - as Zephyral - worked to better himself, to make himself a man worthy of Chapter Mastery. And he has succeeded, not by his own reckoning, but by the reckoning of the Lamenters he knew as brothers.
"You are not the whimpering quim I saved on Deus Maximis," the Raven observes.
Athanas bows, even as he trembles and quakes and hopes fervously to curl up tightly and roll away. "I am part of my Father's grand plan, and I do not intend on failing him."
He shakes his head. "No."
"...No?"
"No," Corax repeats simply. "You were not part of the Angel's plan. At least, not then. Not fully."
Athanas feels the bite of betrayal, but holds himself steady. He has endured the spite of the Imperium and the fury of the Emperor's many foes. He shall endure this. "I... see."
"Do not be discouraged, Angel. You were one of many, then, that could fulfill that role. I saved you on a whim, but it appears you have outdone yourself." Corax nods. He does not smile, Athanas knows enough to know the Raven will never smile again, but he sees approval, glinting in those deep black eyes. "You are now crucial to my brother's plan. You are the best for that role, even had the others survived."
Memories of the War for Baal, of the sacrifices and deaths - oh, the deaths - flashed before his eyes. Many Angels died then. But they fought a worthy fight. Their sacrifice will be honored until the last sun dies and even the Emperor is extinguished. "The War for Baal was not part of the plan."
"Fate is whimsical, and twists and turns on its own accord. It could point towards one path, and then reverse on itself and follow another at the last moment. Nothing is set in stone, Angel, even as the day comes closer." Corax stops, ruminating in thought. "But yes, the day comes, Angel."
"The day?" Athanas speaks to the Primarch now, asks Him the questions. "What comes, Lord Primarch?"
"I shall not say any more. Fate is whimsical enough. I may already have agitated it beyond recovery. Simply know, Angel, that the time to play your part comes." The Raven pulls the cowl over his head, and gives the Lamenter one last significant look. "Ready yourselves. Ready the Angels. Your finest hour is yet to come."
Let's make that a thing again. But what to call this one...
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To Lament No More
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+215.M42+
+Aboard the Mater Lachrymarum, Battle Barge and Fortress Monastery of the Lamenters+
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The chapel is large, framed in solid white stone that seems to endure like mountains. It is bereft of much, empty but for small shrines here and there, filled with statues of the Emperor and the Angel, and pots of ash where the joss sticks have burned out. Servitors cycle in and out, exchanging pots filled with ash with clean ones. Perhaps it is a legacy of his time as a Chaplain that his newborn Chapter reveres the Emperor and the Angel so feverishly. But then, they as a Chapter have much to be thankful for. If not for the Emperor, they would not have survived the 21st Founding. And if not for the Angel, if not for their brother Chapters... they would not have survived the third time their Chapter broke.
"Chapter Master, there is a visitor for you."
Athanas looks up from prayer as the last stick of incense burns down to a nub, at the youth who now calls himself Juno. He remembers when his First Captain was but a boy, with rust-colored hair and freckles across his dimpled cheeks. A boy that called himself Iranen, Son of Irathen. He has grown into the Angel's image very well, and for a child barely into his twenties he has a good head on his shoulders. A treasure, Athanas thinks to himself. Worthy of any Chapter, Angelblooded or not. This world of Kysboth is a fine one, possessed of strong folk and plentiful population. Another boon he owes to the glories of another. He resolves again to redouble his efforts, and pay back his dues to the Lord Commander and the Lord in Crimson Clad.
Well, perhaps not the Iron Hands or the Black Templars. The boy's jolly temperment would be ill-appreciated in the company of such dour attitudes. As if he was so different not two decades before, a traitorous thought chides him from behind his ear. The scars of the War for Baal still itch from time to time. But these are honor scars, scars he will wear with pride. His time as Zephyral was fraught with self-doubt and a lack of confidence, qualities he hid well as Reclusiarch but which were only exemplified during their final hour on that wretched world. But it ended with an affirmation of who he is and who he will be, now and forever.
That final battle in which he fought, at the head of a host of a thousand aureolin ghosts, remains his fondest memory. It is not everyday that you get to stand beside each and every single one of your fallen brothers, see their faces and watch them regard you with pride, as you do battle beside them once more on the Angelworld itself. That look of pride that Lord Phoros gave him, even forever lost to the rage, will be one he cherishes to the grave. It was a good day. And he shall take that memory to the grave of Athanas.
"Chapter Master? Lord Athanas, did you hear me?"
"Yes yes," he says with a wave of his hand, "Juno, I hear you. Who requests an audience?"
"I cannot say, he did not give a name." Juno fidgets as Athanas rises to his full height and cherubim clothe him in his robes. Perhaps he was quick in his earlier judgement, Athanas considers. The boy - and a boy he still is, Captain or not - has yet to fill in with Astartes bulk, and his form is lean and lanky like a child through puberty. He has years on him yet. The boy cannot even shave yet. "He is a giant, though, towering over even Urias! And the cloak he wears... it obscures his form, but I see feathers."
Athanas steps towards the boy-Captain with lightning bolt speed. It would be charitable to say he stood his ground well, but the Lord of Lamenters considers that he simply is not quick enough to have another reaction. Something else he must pound into the minds of a newborn Chapter. Once more he contemplates the lessons of Asterion. The man had raised a Chapter from similarly-pitiful beginnings, and has forged them into a capable and motivated fighting force. He had much help, but the methods he used to turn boys into Blood Angels are proven. Perhaps the man will see fit to grant him another favor, and lend him some men to train up the new generation of Lamenters. Lamenters with nothing to lament.
But enough of that. "A giant you say, Juno?" Athanas asks, voice even but harsh, a habit he retained from his time as Chaplain. It seems that his virtue as Chapter Master shall be oratory. "With a cloak of feathers? Nothing else?"
"N-None, Lord," Juno swallows. The boy stands still, standing strong in the imposing presence of his Chapter Master and maintaining a mighty stiff upper lip. Commendable, but a Lamenter should do better. Of all the Angel's sons, a Lamenter ought to be able to endure the most. He seems to realise this, and the tension slakes off him like mist. He is still firm, but not tightly coiled like a spring ready to snap. "His face is framed in shadow, and impossible to piece together. His form is shrouded by his cloak. If he brings armaments, there are none we could detect, even with the Servitors."
He nods, possibilities considered and abandoned in microseconds, processed by the mind of a seasoned Space Marine. "Thank you Juno," he says, eyes focused on his Captain but paying nothing but the minimal attention to his Captain, "Return to your duties. I shall meet with him." All evidence points to Him. But why would He come? Why would He be so visible, and alert his Chapter? And can he say it truly is Him?
He departs swiftly, robe billowing behind him and tossing swirls into the ash in the chapel.
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He arrives swiftly to the hangars of his Battle Barge, where the Visitor was detained by a squad from the 3rd Company - where the Visitor is still detained by a squad from the 3rd Company, standing there pensively even as boltguns are pointed in His direction threateningly, by youths who have not yet fought in true war. Athanas considers throwing these children into the crucible of war, whetting their appetites with minor conflicts throughout the sector... but no. Not until they have a proper example to follow.
He looks at the Visitor as he strides across the rafters towards him. And somehow, despite the void the shrouds His face, he knows the Visitor looks back. Instincts yell at him, refined senses consider and reconsider the possibilities. Everything tells him that the Visitor is exactly who he thinks He is. And that terrifies him.
He arrives before Squad Reveren, meets Sergeant Reveren's salute with a nod, and regards the Visitor. Juno's description of a giant ring true; even clad in power armor, the Visitor stands taller than even the Astartes of Squad Reveren. Athanas, wearing little but prayer robes, is forced to look up at Him.
"You come for an audience with a Chapter Master, but refuse to reveal your identity?" Athanas asks, hands clasped behind his back as Squad Reverem maintains position. Work ceases in the hangar, as serf and servitor alike stop to consider the Chapter Master's presence and confrontation. "Here, on my ship, my word is law. Why, then, do you still live?"
"Would you come personally to see a visitor you would execute for the crime of tresspassing?" Is the Visitor's simple answer. His voice, deep and commanding, is nonetheless quiet and reserved. Little but he and Squad Reverem heard His voice. Considerate, all things considered.
Athanas frowns. "Perhaps I would. Who would know?"
"The people of Kysboth would," he says. "They speak well of the Angel Above, fair in judgement and fierce in oration. They say you will bring this world greatness."
His eyes narrow. "I simply do my duty."
The Visitor chuckles. "Duty is where legends begin."
"Enough word games," Sergeant Reverem snaps, "What is your purpose here, you--"
"Sergeant." Athanas speaks, and the Sergeant holds his tongue with a single soft-spoken word. "You want an audience? Very well." He turns, regards each of Squad Reverem. They are a fine squad, but impulsive and all to eager to show the Emperor's foes the meaning of fury without fully grasping its meaning themselves. It is a miracle they did not simply start shooting - but no. Not in front of him. Not in front of the Chapter Master they idolise. "Return to your duties, Squad Reverem. I shall settle this."
The Sergeant's expression opposes his decision, but Sergeant Reverem withholds the first words out of his mouth. "Shall we escort you first, Lord?"
"That shall not be necessary," Athanas replies. He looks at the Visitor, where his eyes should be, and thinks the words he wants to say. If he wanted me dead, this ship would already be a Space Hulk.
----
His quarters as Chapter Master are extravagant, more than even Captains get. Everything is gold, and etched with cruciforms, aquillas, wings or swords. Even his resting slab is covered with cloth, instead of simply being cold stone. It continues to confound Athanas that he alone gets this privilege, but then his burden as Chapter Master is twofold. Warfare... and diplomacy.
And yet, with a Primarch in his quarters, Chapter Master Athanas feels cramped for the first time. The cloaked visitor has taken to leaning against a wall instead, while he sits - but a Space Marine could never bear to sit where a Primarch stands, even at His beckoning. So they both stand.
"You come to see me," Athanas says, as Corvus Corax, the Nineteenth Primarch, pulls back his cowl to reveal a head of disheveled, raven-black hair, and a vacant stare from too-black eyes. "I am honored, Lord Primarch, but... why?"
"I come to inspect you," the Raven Lord says. His gaze is nearly impossible to match. Athanas can already feel his second heart beating, his hands quivering under the tension. "The way you carried yourself before your men... Satisfactory. Acceptable, considering they are but children."
"I do my best, as the Emperor decrees."
Corax nods. "Your best is sufficient. For now, at least." Corvus Corax saved him on that Crusade, where he should have died against the Alpha Legion. He and those Blood Angels and Guardsmen were escorted back to Imperial lines by a black angel, striking at their pursuers as if he were shadow itself. He vanished long before they returned to safety, but long after the danger had passed. And he said nothing to them, to him, but the barest mention that he, somehow, is important to the Great Angel, Sanguinius. The Ninth Primarch. His gene-sire, though the Lamenters had not known until it was too late. Since then, he - as Zephyral - worked to better himself, to make himself a man worthy of Chapter Mastery. And he has succeeded, not by his own reckoning, but by the reckoning of the Lamenters he knew as brothers.
"You are not the whimpering quim I saved on Deus Maximis," the Raven observes.
Athanas bows, even as he trembles and quakes and hopes fervously to curl up tightly and roll away. "I am part of my Father's grand plan, and I do not intend on failing him."
He shakes his head. "No."
"...No?"
"No," Corax repeats simply. "You were not part of the Angel's plan. At least, not then. Not fully."
Athanas feels the bite of betrayal, but holds himself steady. He has endured the spite of the Imperium and the fury of the Emperor's many foes. He shall endure this. "I... see."
"Do not be discouraged, Angel. You were one of many, then, that could fulfill that role. I saved you on a whim, but it appears you have outdone yourself." Corax nods. He does not smile, Athanas knows enough to know the Raven will never smile again, but he sees approval, glinting in those deep black eyes. "You are now crucial to my brother's plan. You are the best for that role, even had the others survived."
Memories of the War for Baal, of the sacrifices and deaths - oh, the deaths - flashed before his eyes. Many Angels died then. But they fought a worthy fight. Their sacrifice will be honored until the last sun dies and even the Emperor is extinguished. "The War for Baal was not part of the plan."
"Fate is whimsical, and twists and turns on its own accord. It could point towards one path, and then reverse on itself and follow another at the last moment. Nothing is set in stone, Angel, even as the day comes closer." Corax stops, ruminating in thought. "But yes, the day comes, Angel."
"The day?" Athanas speaks to the Primarch now, asks Him the questions. "What comes, Lord Primarch?"
"I shall not say any more. Fate is whimsical enough. I may already have agitated it beyond recovery. Simply know, Angel, that the time to play your part comes." The Raven pulls the cowl over his head, and gives the Lamenter one last significant look. "Ready yourselves. Ready the Angels. Your finest hour is yet to come."
Turn 31 (216-220.M42): Husks of Javerè Pt. 1
- Location
- Singapore
Turn 31: Husks of Javerè
+Date: 216-220.M42+
+Thought of the Day: "You won't… take us… easily, t-t-traitor!" -Final Words of Captain Mariah Serasworn, 2nd Company, 132nd Angel Guard PDF, The War for Baal
Javerè is a Hive World, like so many in the Imperium. Its surface is dominated by mountains of steel and brass, what billions call home. It possesses a mighty industrial base, and exports more than three-quarters of its annual output as part of its Imperial Tithe - more than enough to make up for its lack of a Guard tithe, selfishly denied to protect the Hives from the bog beasts the Hive taps into for the crucial compounds of synthesizing Prometheum. There does not exist a Regiment of the Imperial Guard that comes from Javerè, despite the plentiful material and technological expertise for Mechanised, even wholly Armored Regiments.
Their PDF, the Bogsblade of Javerè, is correspondingly a veteran of civil conflict, harsh holding action, and underhive purgation, more than enough to fight almost any opportunistic raider with designs on their world. In the Sector Rivazon, Javerè has not needed Imperial intervention in five centuries.
And now, unknown to few but those who live on the highest of its hive spires, a fleet of Space Marines hides in the shadow of Javerè's third moon. Awaiting dispatch. Awaiting the call of the Inquisition. Awaiting the horn of war. For this will be a war the Bogsblade will not be ready for. The perceived safety of Javerè has engendered a degree of complacency in them, kept them blind to foes that do not lust for their flesh or their forges. By the time Reyynmann's Interrogator arrived, she had bigger matters to worry about then cultural laziness and arrogance. Something he worries about enough to request his Lord request a company of Marines to stand by for a potential incursion.
Captain Jantorus has no problem standing by for assault. The less glamorous half of warfare is waiting, and he wills himself to master its every aspect. His mind busies itself considering the possibilities, reviewing the archives for previous great encounters against daemonkind, running simulations in the Cogitators to better apply the forces he has on hand. Time and again, his thoughts return to his talk with the Lord Inquisitor on that damnable world, about the difference between himself and his Chapter Master.
His Chapter Master, who beat back a Daemonic Incursion in two weeks as Captain of the 2nd Company, redeeming himself for his failure on Acheron. The War for Xeron during the mid-900.M41 period remains one of the Blood Angels 2nd Company's highest honors, as Captain Tumultus boasted proudly to him on the return trip from Stonehaven. Tumultus, who served then as the then-Captain Asterion's Veteran Sergeant, and fought beside him every step of the way.
Tumultus, who died with much of the Blood Angels 2nd Company during the War for Baal, during Chaos' desperate final attack on the Fortress-Monastery, ultimately ground down into dust by the Sword of Hatred's advance. The nine survivors all earned their Crux Terminatus in that same battle and ascended to the 1st Company. Nothing remains of the Blood Angels 2nd Company now. Nothing but an empty throne and a roll of honors ten millennia old.
Captain Cato Jantorus lets out a sigh as he goes through the current reports from his Chapter. Call it fate that his Chapter enjoys good fortune while the 2nd Company is burned to cinders. Perhaps the 2nd Company as Lord Asterion knew it will be reborn, built around those same Battle-Brothers that survived the engagement. But not for a long time. The Blood Angels are, once again, reduced to a single Company of Space Marines.
Well, no, not quite so brutal. Three Companies, not including their half-strength Veterans Company and the surviving Sanguinary Guard, or the Priests and Chaplains and Techmarines. The Blood Angels who held the line in the War for Baal did their duty well. Many, many Sanguinary Priests survived the War, even amidst the brutal conditions on the ground. It was a war fought for their future, and they have guarded their future well. There is talk of honoring those ten thousand who stood their ground on Baal, against absurd odds. Final tallies by the Lexmechanics and the Administratum place the number of traitors at Baal at a little under forty thousand, perhaps the sum total of the Chaos Marines in the Ultima Segmentum.
Forty thousand Chaos Space Marines, and they have heard nothing of their movements. Something is afoot. Cato makes a note to discuss it with his brethren when he next returns to Karanda, as he goes through the rest of his notes.
----
"Do you know why you are here, Aspirant?"
Initiate Ruhr is a Crimson Crusader, like any other. But while his kin skulk about the northern wastes and practice their chainsword stances, dreaming of becoming a hero like Aurelius Asterion, Ruhr pours over books and masters his mind under the tutelage of Brother Jacobus. Brother Jacobus, Lexicanum of the Crimson Crusaders.
From what he knows, his tutor should have been a Codicer. But the Crimson Crusaders were not blessed with plentiful psykers, and the Epistolaries they do have are hard won from campaigns as Sortiarius and Stonehaven. Epistolaries off serving with the Battle Companies, to ensure that their Battle-Brothers retain the support they have. And with Codicer Halrov kept busy by the demands of their Chief Librarian… it falls upon the Lexicani to teach the new aspirants their ways.
Since he was found to have psychic potential, and since the day he joined the LIbrarius of the Crimson Crusaders, Initiate Ruhr was always taught that the Chief Librarian, Lord Lex, is a busy man with many duties to the Chapter, who always kept to the deepest parts of their archives. He does not have the attention to spare on simple Aspirants on the day to day, though they might be the future of the Chapter. He addresses them and he recruits them on his many errands and expeditions. But he does not teach them. His attention is reserved for the Codicers and the Epistolaries.
Why, then, did Lord Lex call to him?
"Y-You summoned me, Chief Librarian." He swallows. Lord Lex's psychic presence is imposing. They say Lord Asterion has an imposing glare. But the psychically-blunted of his brethren cannot feel with their sixth sense as to the breadth of Lord Lex's sheer being. He is a fish, caught in an ocean. Alone, surrounded by eyes. Unblinking, beady fish eyes.
"That I did, Aspirant. Lexicani Jacobus told me about you yesterday, during your meditation."
He nods. Yes, something did happen, didn't it? "F-Fully under control, Lord."
"I know. And that, Aspirant, shocks me." He turns, snapping to the Aspirant. But through luck or the Emperor, Initiate Ruhr stands his ground. "Tell me about your discipline, child. How far have you gotten?"
"B-Biomancy, Lord Lex. The manipulation of life energy. I caught one of Karanda's Rock-Toads, on my expeditions with Scout Sergeant Hano, and I--"
"You swelled it to twice its size, successfully kept it at that size for two hours, and brought it back to normal, all without pushing your psychic potential," Alacard Lex finishes.
Ruhr can only nod. "Y-Yes, Lord."
"Oh, settle down, child. You rattle like a treebranch."
"Sorry, Lord." Drawing on wells of power he did not know he had, Ruhr calms his nerves. "Am I to be punished, Lord Lex?"
"Punished?" The Chief Librarian seems confused. "Child, you are mistaken. Lexicani Jacobus reports to me, for you are ahead of your studies. Far and away ahead of the texts. What you do, Initiate, should be impossible for one of your level. You are gifted, Initiate Ruhr. A rare prodigy. A Delta-Level Psyker. You understand the psychic scale, yes."
Ruhr nods. Human baselines sit at Pi or Rho, and the Emperor tops the scale at Alpha-Plus. The most powerful of human psykers, legends such as Tigurius of the Ultramarines or their own Lord Mephiston sit at Beta, a Low-Alpha if at all. Lord Lex himself is a Delta - the realistic human limit, beyond which one's sanity is direly tested. From there, one either emerges a hero, or a heretic.
And he, apparently, sits on the same level as Lord Lex.
"From this moment, Initiate Ruhr, I shall take over your training." He looks up from his own thoughts in shock at the old Chief LIbrarian. And Behind his mask, his mysterious mask of the Angels Sanguine, Alacard Lex surely smiles.
----
"How fares the defenses, Lord Kaelis?"
On the hololith, a small figure, dressed in local furs and fine silks and jeweled finery, stands with hands clasped and back straight. The Governor of Javerè is tall for a mortal, standing up to the Captain's plastron, and he carries great bulk with that height. Which is more than can be said for the Hive's average denizen. "The PDF stands on low readiness, Captain Jantorus, as per your advisory. We on Javerè appreciate all that is being done for us, but it is unnecessary, Lord Astartes. Javerè will endure, as it always has in the past five hundred years."
Captain Jantorus frowns, his face curled up skeptically. "Of course, Lord Governor. Is our presence known?"
"A secret to all but the highest levels of our armed forces, as you wished."
"Good." It would not do well for the people of Javerè to know that the Angels of Death are here, not when those heretics might still be about. The Interrogator has not reported in ever since they arrived. He is surely withholding communications until he has pinpointed their location. "I feel a storm coming. Keep all units on standby, Governor."
"As you wish, Captain Jantorus. If that is all, I shall retire." The communique ends quickly. Cato is not surprised. The people of Javerè are unusually insistent on not needing help. Some sort of institutional pride in their armed forces, he's sure. But he is a Space Marine. At least they bother to listen.
Fellowship: Gain the Respect of the Javerè Bogsblade
Rolled 60 vs 45, 1 Degree of Success
"This wait vexes me," Champion Rydor grumbles besides his Captain, arms folded and the electromotive cables of his armor whirring with his jitters. Captain Jantorus has known his Champion long enough to know Falken is not afraid - what Crimson Crusader is afraid, after what they have already seen? - but not bored either. It is a more… anticipatory sensation. Almost a sixth sense for trouble. Except Falken Rydor's sense for trouble is always several weeks too early.
"You have been waiting for months yet, Falken. You can wait for months more."
"Of course, Captain, but for now I hone my skills in the battle cages." He turns to the doors, wide enough for Astartes in power armor, and looks back at his commander. "If you would join me, Captain?"
"Of course. I must show you how to properly wield a sword, Falken. None of your preposterous reverse grip nonsense."
"The enemy shall never see it coming."
"And neither will your toes, as they sail away in a crimson arc, because you just accidentally sliced them off."
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"Is it ready?"
The chambers are gloomy and dark, save for the runes carved into every surface that thrum with pale blue power. There does not exist more than a square meter of unmarked space in these already-cramped chambers. And in the one spot with room to stand on comfortably stands a young girl with her long red hair tied up into pigtails, tails of hair that fall down to the small of her back.
She looks up at the entrance, wide blue eyes empty and glowing. The sheer amount of power in that room is immense, the pressure crushing like the depths of the bog. "Yes," she says in her soft, silky voice. If she were older, she would be a beauty. But the Sorcerer cares not for her appearance. Only her powers. And she has power to spare.
They have prepared for so long, invested so much into this. They must, they will succeed. Whether or not there are Space Marines in orbit.
"Do it."
The chamber lights intensify tenfold, as does the glow from her eyes. All detail is drowned out by the power she calls upon. The power of the Warp, forced through her body and expressed in preternatural brilliance.
He turns away, towards his own chambers. He has his own part to play now. The Ritual must conclude. All the Girl does is buy time. Time he needs to claim this world for the true gods.
And if she must scream, and scream, and scream until her throat can scream no more… then so be it.
----
One moment, the people of Javerè's Hive Pius live out their lives, the day just like any other. The PDF are mobilised, of course, but that is nothing new. The rising bog comes, and the monsters claw at the gates. No doubt the Governor has gotten paranoid this season, and believes he needs more lasguns at the walls to fend them off. It matters not to the common folk. Javerè endures, as it has endured for five hundred years. Nothing will topple its walls.
Casting: Telepathic Domination
Rolled 70 vs 30, 3 Degrees of Success
The next, activity ceases in an instant. The life of the Hive dies as a haze wraps around their minds, and seizes control from their weak human intellects. Their bodies are no longer their own, held in the thrall of a being greater than all of them combined. They are nothing to the Witch they despise with all their hearts, and would like nothing better than to burn, or consign to the depths of the Black Ships. But now the Witch owns them.
Hive Pius Under Enemy Psyker Control
5 to 15 Million Civilians are now Hostile
Psyker Identified: Beta-Level Telepath
For those fortunate few who kept their minds and their wits, they smile with glee as they deface the golden aquila that guards them all from the predations of their true gods. What do they need protection from, when all they ask is subservience for power and glory?
Heretic Infiltration!
Traitor PDF Identified:
- 18 Infantry Regiments [WS-2, BS-3]
- 1 Mech Infantry Regiments [WS-2, BS-3]
- 1 Armored Regiments [WS-1, BS-4]
- 3 Artillery Regiments [WS-1, BS-4]
- 1 Interceptor Squadron [BS-4]
- 1 Bomber Squadron [BS-4]
Major Cult Active! 3 Infantry Regiments' Worth [WS-3, BS-4, Combat Drugs (?)]
Communications all over Javerè are frenzied and confused. Who is friend and foe? What forces still remain loyal? Who can they trust? If not for the intervention of the Crimson Crusaders and Captain Jantorus, they would surely have fallen into disarray. But his foresight, and experience against the Ruinous Powers, keep their command structure from falling apart.
Legendary Intelligence: Command Without Doubt: ACTIVE
Imperial Forces Not Caught Off-Guard
Traitor Forces Do Not Get a Surprise Turn
Loyal PDF Identified:
- 34 Infantry Regiments [WS-2, BS-3]
- Elite 77th Javerè 'Swamplords' Infantry Regiment [WS-4, BS-3]
- 20 Mech Infantry Regiments [WS-2, BS-3]]
- 9 Armored Regiments [WS-1. BS-4]
- 3 Artillery Regiments [WS-1, BS-4]
- 1 Interceptor Squadron [BS-4]
But even as a living legend goes about coordinating the planet's defense, the last loyal holdouts in Hive Pius can only watch as their own people go about butchering themselves in foul praise of the Chaos Gods. Humanity unmasked is a monstrous creature, no better than the aliens that assail them daily. The only difference between them, besides the God-Emperor that protects them, is their potential for greatness.
But then, this is nothing new to Interrogator Blake. For one in service to the Ordo Malleus, he has already seen the worst of mankind's nightmares. Filtered through human perception, this is as good as his dreams get.
"Stay close," he orders to what remains of his retinue. It is a pitiful sight, compared to the retinue he commanded. And here, in the underhives, they are little more than gangers hankering for another fix of narcotics. All in a day's work as the right hand of an Inquisitor, it seems.
When his sanctioned psyker started screaming about the carrion lords, he was forced to shoot them, and their initial struggle when the noble houses and their guards turned on them murdered much of those who remained. Only a squad of Inquisitorial Stormtroopers, their carapace armor seared and their Hellguns partially spent, stand beside him now. Well, them and the only reason they have not fallen thrall themselves.
"What now, sir?" Joyuse looks at him, her eyes wide and fearful. Much as the servants of the Emperor should not feel fear in the execution of their rightful duty, Blake cannot feel contempt for her. Not now, not on her first major assignment turned to ashes. It is sheer good fortune he found her before… all this happened. "What do we do now?"
He should find her disturbing, but it appears dear Joyuse is more charismatic than her lack of a soul should allow. He puts his armored gauntleted hand on her head, making sure not to rest his full weight on it, and looks to his Stormtroopers. They nod. They have served together a long time, and they know the procedure.
"We get to the surface, and we get a message out. The situation is out of hand. Only the Angels of Death can deliver us from death now. Fortunately," he smiles, and the teenage Blank lights up with glee, "The Emperor smiles on us, and they are in orbit. All they need now is a guiding light."
Interrogator Cell Located: Hive Pius
Mission: Locate and Terminate the Chaos Cult in Hive Pius
Interrogator Cell:
- Interrogator Blake [WS-5, BS-7, Power Armor +Combi-Melta]
- 1 Squad of Inquisitorial Stormtroopers [WS-4, BS-6]
- Acolyte Joyuse [WS-3, BS-4, Psychic Blank]
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Alright, so welcome to the new and improved warfare system! It's a warfare system, not a combat system, because combat implies a smaller scale. In Chapter Master Quest, we do it big and nasty!
Basically I just stole @Alectai's system and used it for my own. Many thanks for letting me sneak up at you under cover of darkness, beat you over the head with a sap, and run away whooping with your secrets.
Anyways, basically it's Alectai's system, but Roll-Over instead of Roll-Under, so he doesn't have a court case against me.
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There are Heretics and they need to be Purged. But How?
[] Write-In: What is the Plan?
Targets of Opportunity:
Black Oily Skies
The traitorous airborne elements of Javerè's airforce ensure aerial dominance around Hive Pius, and with aerial superiority and bomber craft they can assault PDF forces sieging the Hive with impunity. This cannot stand. Destroy their airbase, and let the Emperor's own strike them down from the moral and actual high ground!
Risk: Low
Pros:
- Aerial Superiority Gained
- Deny their Airforce
Cons:
- Hardened Target (Orbital Bombardment is Difficult)
- Poor loyal PDF airforce ensures that any followup air support will be minimal
The Cowards, the Fools
They hide behind their metal walls! Admittedly, these are very good walls that are not entirely made of metal, either, and they are also shielded by city-scale void shields. The PDF sieges the Hive, and lose many valuable lives by massing bodies to attempt a breakthrough even as traitor Artillery claims many lives through gruelling bombardments - and with the populace of Hive Pius under mental domination, they even have access to the Hive's foundries, ensuring that they have much ammunition to spare. Break down those walls, and the war may commence properly.
Risk: Moderate
Pros:
- Opens Up the Hive
- PDF Support in the Hive
Cons:
- That Is A Lot of Mind Controlled Civilians and Traitor PDF
- Defensible Position
- Hardened Target (Orbital Bombardment is Difficult)
Les Enfants Terribles
The affliction that turned the Hive away from the Emperor is not your normal case of being overthrown by heretics. Epistolary Sacris has confirmed it: a foul heretic psyker, unsanctioned by the Emperor, has stolen their minds for their own sinister ends! If the witch were slain, however, the Hive could fall nearly overnight, and the traitorous PDF elements will drown under the bodies of fifteen million vengeful citizens of the Imperium.
Risk: High
Pros:
- Beta-Level Telepath Slain!
- Free the Populace
Cons:
- Beta-Level Telepath May Attempt to Enslave Any Assault Elements
- Hardened Target (Anti-Air Coverage is Substantial)
- Beta-Level Telepath's Location is Unknown
The Eyes and Ears of the Emperor
The last known location of Interrogator Blake's Cell was in Hive Pius, and he may yet have information to aid in the purging of heresy from this world. Locating him and evacuating him - or at least assisting him on the ground - will provide additional intelligence to act on, and maybe even the details behind their sinister plot. Because this foe is Chaos, and Chaos always has a sinister plot.
Risk: High
Pros:
- Lord Reyynmann will be Pleased
- Vital Intelligence
Cons:
- Hardened Target (Anti-Air Coverage is Substantial)
- Beta-Level Telepath is In The Hive
- Interrogator's Location is Behind Lots and Lots of Mindcontrolled Civilians, Heretic Cultists, and Traitorous PDF
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