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House Rules / Tau 'Lungfish' Scout Walker
« on: February 18, 2013, 07:00:30 PM »
As always, please let me know what you think! Opinions, suggestions, comments, and critiques are all welcome.

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The intelligence, coordination, and markerlight support offered by Pathfinder teams are utterly vital to the Tau way of warfare; a Shas'o without operational Pathfinders is effectively blind and deaf. Yet there are many environments in the galaxy, dense cities in particular, where gaining conventional Pathfinder support becomes troublesome. Vehicles such as Devilfish which Pathfinders typically rely on for transport and extraction often cannot effectively operate in such environments, if they can even access them at all. This both cripples a Pathfinder team's mobility by forcing them to move on foot, and isolates them from any extraction or fire support.

After witnessing Imperial Sentinels in action and analyzing the surprisingly sophisticated and nimble Gue'la contraptions' performance, the Tau knew they had their answer. The Lungfish entered production shortly thereafter; a swift, maneuverable, and compact lightweight walker that would allow Pathfinders to operate independent of external support units, providing each Shas'ui pilot appreciable protection against small arms fire and enough additional firepower to serve as their own extraction force.




Lungfish Scout Squadrons may be taken as Fast Attack choices in a Tau army list.
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Lungfish Scout Walker.........................................................40 pts/model
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Lungfish Shas'ui
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Unit Size: 1-4 Lungfish Scout Walkers     
Unit Type: Walker, Open-Topped      
Equipment:
  • Long-barreled Burst Cannon
  • Markerlight
  • Blacksun Filter
Options:
  • Each model may exchange its burst cannon for a Heavy Fusion Blaster or a Rail Repeater at +10 points.
  • Each model may take a single Seeker Missile or twinlink its Markerlight.....+10 pts
  • The squadron may take hardwired Targeter Arrays at +10 points per model.
  • One model may be upgraded to a Pathfinder Shas'vre at +10 points. The Shas'vre has a hardwired Positional Relay.
Special Rules:
  • Scouts
  • Move Through Cover
Transport:
None.


Long-barreled Burst Cannon: A heavier variant of the Tau Burst Cannon that uses a rotary array of pulse rifle mechanisms rather than Pulse Carbines, this burst cannon is no longer tau-portable but enjoys extended range and accuracy compared to its smaller, more ubiquitous cousin.
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Heavy Fusion Blaster:
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Rail Repeater: The famed Tau rail rifle actually has a magazine that can easily contain over a hundred rounds; the limiting factor that causes it to only see infantry use as a heavy sniper rifle is that it consumes an entire rifle powerpack with each shot. When mounted on a vehicle with a sufficient power source, a rail rifle becomes a fearsome semi-automatic cannon.
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36"
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Fluff and Stories / "The Duelist" - A short story of the Bright Lords.
« on: January 04, 2013, 05:59:14 AM »
A short, very out-of-context, but hopefully rather fun little vignette that popped out of my head and onto the page. Hope you all enjoy, and apologies in advance for the lack of "scenery" prose, to those of you who helpfully pointed this flaw out in one of my previous stories.

Please do comment, critique, tell me what you thought! I appreciate any and all feedback, no matter how gushing or editorially critical. ;)



Michka Khorei flourished his saber through a formal salute, advancing two steps before holding the curved blade out in a fencer

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Hello, everyone;

For a while now, I've been a supporter of the idea of female space marines. This means that I have been involved in or spectated through several of the infamously contentious arguments about the matter, on various forums.

A while back, my interest and drive regarding the matter was sparked again. Wargamer had posted an Index Astartes on the Bolter and Chainsword forums about his own chapter, the Supernovas; who include a very small number of female space marines ('Adepta Astartes,' as his chapter calls them). Wargamer and I had spent a LOT of time together figuring out whether their existince was plausible, and what methods and reasoning could plausibly have been used for them to exist. The ensuant firestorm of blindly antagonistic nonsense and the BnC's attitude of "Avoid the contention by hushing up anyone who wanted to talk about it" got me rather mad. The BnC's moderatorship claimed that 'everything that can be said on the matter has been, and has been argued over uncivilly dozens of times, so just don't sayin anything." So I decided to respond.

However, thankfully I didn't respond in anger. Instead, I started to think over the matter very thoroughly, and realized that in my discussions with Wargamer about his adepta, I had stumbled across or engineered some entirely new concepts and arguments on the subject. Since I realized this meant I had something novel to contribute, I wrote it up and got it posted.

I went through the BnC's mods to do this. Little did I know, but the location on the forum I was directed to post it meant that it would effectively never see the light of day; rather than initiating the thought and discussion I'd hoped for, it got a half-handful of cursory comments, then sat collecting dust for months.

Well, I'm tired of that, so I decided to repost it on a forum I felt was better suited to look it over and respond with the thoughtful discussion I'd been hoping for. So, here it is.


Quote from: 'Brother Daeger Helsir' date='May 18 2012, 11:38 AM' post='3064128'
Good morning, everybody.

As I was motivated by a renewal of this controversy in a recent IA by my friend Wargamer, I decided to write a post outlining the methodology and justification behind why I've concluded female Astartes are, in fact, justifiable by the fluff. The line of reasoning I'm going to lay out here is something that I haven't seen in this thread, the Librarium debate essays, or in any other discussion of female Astartes that I've seen on this site, so hopefully this means I have an opportunity to contribute something new and meaningful to the discussion. I will warn you in advance that I'm about to throw a text wall at you, but I've tried to break it up and keep it as readable as I can.

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Introduction:

Quote from: 'Gree' post='3059626' date='May 12 2012, 01:45 PM'
"These considerations mean that only a small proportion of people can become Space Marines. They must be male because zygotes are keyed to male hormones and tissue types, hence the need for tissue compatibility tests and psychological screening. If these tests prove successful, a candidate becomes a neophyte. With the completion of organ implantation and attendant chemical and hypnotic training, the subject becomes an initiate. An initiate receives training before joining the ranks as a full brother. A Marine usually joins the ranks between the ages of 16-18, but such are the hormonal changes induced by the process of creating a Space Marine that recruits are physically fully grown before then. Pressures during wartime may accelerate the process. " -Index Astartes I

This here should be eminently recognizable to those of us who follow the debate. It is the critical quote from Index Astartes I, the White Dwarf article outlining the process of creating a Space Marine. I thank Gree for providing it so that I didn't have to.

There are (in my opinion fairly convincing) arguments that can be made against this fluff being taken as ironclad or still relevant. However, I will actually be ignoring them today. I am going to address this piece of fluff and the ways beyond it, through it, alongside it and around it that my friend Wargamer and I reasoned out together, that justify the existence and possibility of Female Astartes. I am also going to try to do so in a candid, levelheaded, and non-inflammatory fashion, as this debate has far too often been tainted with ad hominem insults and charged emotions by both sides.

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The basic assumptions of the analysis are as follows:

-If true and accurate, the excerpt in question is enumerating the process as it was initially designed and intended. Most things can be put to uses different than those they were designed and intended for, albeit with varying degrees of success. It's up to us here to figure out how and to what degree this process could be used beyond its intent.

-Geneseed carries within it genes from the Primarch from whom it was derived; fully or in part, a Space Marine has these genetic elements added to their genome during the process of becoming a Space Marine. (This will become very important later on in the post.)


The Arch-Objection:

The root of much of the opposition's conviction and the and strongest single piece of evidence against Female Space Marines is this particular line of the IA quote Gree provides us:

"They must be male, because zygotes are keyed to male hormones and tissue types:"

If you have taken a human physiology class, you will understand why this statement is largely scientific nonsense. However, I am going to proceed anyways under the assumption that it is as true as is reasonably possible within the knowledge of scientific fact. This generates the following conditions:

*Space Marine implants are designed to respond to or function within very specific conditions, closely associated with those present in a pubescent/prepubescent male body. Namely, this would mean amongst other things certain concentrations of Androgens (Hormones promoting development of masculine characteristics, including the well-known testosterone.)

*Space Marine implants are designed to respond to or function in the presence of chemical markers and tissue types that have developed a composition consistent with masculine development.

*Additional possible interpretation: Space Marine implants require the presence of a Y-chromosome to function.

To address these:
* Male and female "tissue types" actually derive from exactly the same cellular origins and frequently even have similar to identical names, structures, and functions. The male and female genitalia both come from the exact same piece of tissue on an embryo, which simply forms itself into one of the two depending on what developmental signals it recieves. Where they differ is really not in the tissues (the building blocks, if you will) but the structures they develop into (The architecture.) To turn it into an analogy, you can have a Gothic cathedral and a Medieval castle, and sure they look distinctly different, but they're both made out of stone, and it would be possible to use the stones from a cathedral to build a castle, or vice versa.

*Furthermore, that piece of embryonic tissue is actually proto-female; it either continues developing into female sexual organs by default, or develops into male sexual organs only if suitable developmental signal chemicals from the Y-chromosome intervene. By this measure, the conversion of a female into the required male is something that already happens 50% of the time in nature.

* Men and women both produce androgens as well as estrogens (hormones promoting female characteristics.) These are the deciding factor in the way the body develops at puberty, with the normal state of things being that one set of hormones will be produced in massive quantities, the other in minimal. The normal state of affairs is, of course, a male body being flooded with androgens and a female body being flooded with estrogens, and production of the other set is there but minimal.

* This is why for athletes who abuse steroids (many of which are androgenic compounds), the secondary side effects are developing body characteristics normally associated only with the other gender. Women bulk out, then begin to suffer side effects like growing facial and body hair, deeper voices, rendering themselves sterile through overexposure to a conflicting set of hormones, etcetera. Men initially bulk out massively, then the flood of artificial androgens burns out their body's ability to produce adequate androgens naturally. This causes a proportional jump in estrogens, and so men who've abused steroids eventually lose most of their muscle mass, begin developing breasts, higher voices, render themselves sterile through overexposure to conflicting hormones, etcetera.

*Were the flood of artificial hormones to be introduced at around puberty, the effects would be even more dramatically pronounced, and if properly maintained, the end results would be even more indistinguishable from the other gender. This is actually the basis of a lot of gender-reassignment therapy for transgendered people, and if you don't believe me, believe your eyes: The following two people are genetically male, and genetically female, respectively. (No, I didn't get those links mixed up, trust me.)

*Human growth hormone, the other factor kicking in at puberty that causes massive growth and muscular development (and considering a Marine's stature, presumably a large part of why it's so important the process start when aspirants are around the age of puberty) is completely gender-neutral in operation. The statistical height and bulk differences between male and females come from the fact that the unmodified male body generally produces significantly more of it than the unmodified female body, another hormonal difference that is easily accommodated for.

*As a minor sidenote, since the notable differences between genders come largely due to the flood of androgens or estrogens at puberty, before puberty male and female humans are considerably more similar to each other than after. If the process is keyed to the body conditions of a young/preadolescent male, which is what the crucial recruitment age makes it seem to be, there is even less chemical and developmental difference between the genders to compensate for.

So what does this all mean?:
In terms of the chemical and biological analysis that are what would matter for Space Marine-style biological manipulation, "maleness" and "femaleness" of a body is primarily determined by the proportion and presence of various hormones, particularly during the key development stage of puberty (Which is when Marines are normally created). It is known scientific fact that these hormone ratios can be artificially manipulated to swing the development one way or another.

To we regular humans in the modern day, abusing steroid hormones is generally considered a Bad Thing because it tends to make you sterile and plays havoc with your body's signals on how much to express the characteristics associated with each gender. Space Marines are known to be sterile anyways, however, and in this case playing havoc with the signals that determine external gender characteristics is the entire point. It is also known that hormone therapy and manipulation is already used on male aspirants. Therefore, employing suitable hormone manipulation on a female aspirant would be a relatively straightforward adaptation of the process. The end result of this process would be a technically-female aspirant who has a majority appearance, development, and biochemical register of a male person, thus enabling compatibility with the geneseed.



The possible sticking point of the Y-chromosome:
It is both possible and plausible to interpret the Index Astartes quote as meaning that, amongst other things, an aspirant must have a Y chromosome, and that the implants must somehow detect and interact with this Y chromosome in order to be activated. This adds more hurdles to the making of a female space marine, and reinforces Wargamer's assesment that his Adepta Astartes would have far lower implant success rates even than male marines.

Even this doesn't make it impossible, though.

To address this:
The way past this requires known elements from a number of sources:

*The geneseed/the process of making a Space Marine is seen, over and over again, to reshape a Space Marine to more strongly resemble his primarch. Russ' sons grow shaggy, fanged, and feral like he was; Corax and Vulkan's descendants share their unusual pigmentation; The Luna Wolves have multiple notable examples of marines who bore extraordinarily close resemblance to Horus; Alpharius' entire legion looked exactly like him; Blood Angels frequently bear an exceptionally strong resemblance to Sanguinius; and the list goes on and on. Considering that the process of becoming a space marine is frequently described as both "genetic and surgical" but the IA1 mostly only describes surgical elements of organ implantation, the only reasonable explanation for this is that a Space Marine retroactively has a portion of the Primarch's genome spliced into his own, causing him to develop and express these characteristic traits. This is consistent with modern-day understanding of gene therapy and its results.

*It is well known that organ acceptance or rejection is an important factor determining whether a space marine aspirant succeeds, or fails (and likely dies.) In real life, organ rejection is known to be a factor of whether or not the donor's genes are close enough to the recipients' in order for the recipient's body not to attack it as foreign. Thus, it is a reasonable guess that successful marines were a closer genetic match to begin with. It is also rather likely however, considering how incredibly genetically diverse a population most Chapters recruit from, that some of the gene therapy involves adding enough of the Primarch's genome that the implants are much more likely to be accepted, and that this tampering is simply more successful for some aspirants than others.

*Given this genetic manipulation technology, which we're already beginning to see proven in real life, it would require some additional effort and trial-and-error, but actually be relatively straightforward to make part of this gene-therapy include transferring the Y-chromosome of the Primarch in question, as stored in their geneseed, to the female aspirant. For the purposes of genetic manipulation techniques, a Y-chromosome is no different from any other subset of genetic code in this regard.

*The result of this would be an "XXY" "female" capable of receiving the implants. In humans, XXY individuals sometimes even occur naturally; it results in individuals who have what is termed "Klinefelter's Syndrome." These individuals are technically genetically male, due to possessing a y chromosome, but the multiple X chromosomes cause them to develop significant feminine attributes and appearances; many eventually become transwomen.

*So, the end result is that a female aspirant has in effect been masculinized and turned into a Kleinfelter's "male," enabling them to successfully receive space marine implants. Due to the additional complications, the process is accordingly and reasonably less often successful and fails more spectacularly than with male aspirants, but in the final analysis it is still possible with reasonable, but not prohibitive, additional effort and difficulty.

*There is even another possibility; It is also possible for an individual to have the normal, male set of XY chromosomes, but develop as female due to other factors impairing the expression of the Y chromosome. Though such individuals are not common, this still means that a completely unmodified, developmentally female aspirant with a female identity could already possess the required Y-chromosome.

The difficulties with Altering Geneseed: Another complication that is often brought up by opponents to the idea of female space marines is that several of the suggested methods to make them work would involve altering the geneseed directly so that it would work in women. The difficulties they point out are:

*Near-religious considerations of custom and tradition making the Imperium as a whole reluctant to mess with geneseed, if not considering it outright heresy.
*The utter lack of knowledge and skill even SM Apothecaries have on the matter, compared to the scientific genius of the Emperor who created geneseed. Evidence from fluff attempts to modify geneseed show that at best, the Imperium's greatest minds stumble half-blind in the dark here.

Thankfully for my case, the justification I've been outlining sidesteps both problems. It focuses on making the female aspirant compatible with the geneseed, not making the geneseed compatible with the aspirant, and so involves no tampering with the function or genetic code of the geneseed.



Conclusion:
In summary, between known fluff extrapolated (inclusively) with real science, and even including the information stated from Index Astartes 1, female space marines are possible; not so much more difficult to make that they would never happen; but also less likely to work out, as they are being altered to better suit a process not designed for them; and significantly more difficult enough that they would still be suitably uncommon in the 40k universe.

It is debatable whether the appearance or physiology of these female marines would be much recognizable as female, if at all. However, it is equally debatable whether regular space marines are truly male, or even human, anymore. Despite this, conventional marines continue to mentally identify and be identified as male, and so it is reasonable to assume that the "female" marines in question would continue to think of themselves as female.

So: To those who want female Astartes in 40k, this method offers one possible justification. To those who don't want female astartes in 40k, this solution still has something to offer for them, as it suggests that making female space marines this way would be difficult enough to preclude them from becoming more than a rarity. That rarity would be enough to ensure that if you find them bothersome, female space marines never crop up in "your" corner of the Imperium.


-Fin.-

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So, it seems like there's a fair bit of sentiment in favor of reimplementing the now-vanished post approval system, where you could give a pseudo-facebookish-like thumbs up sort of thing to a post if you really thought it was champion stuff.

I feel like this would be a positive thing to bring back, at the very least in the Fluff and Stories, Battle Reports, and House Rules forums. Oftentimes, one wishes to show their esteem for a post or topic, but a full reply doesn't quite seem appropriate or justified. An approve button is a quick, easy and painless way to show your interest and respect without interrupting the flow of a topic.

This makes it ideal as a feedback source for batrep writers, fluffmeisters, and house rule homebrewers. Most of the time as it stands, one of us posts something, people look at it, but for whatever reason they don't feel compelled to respond. So from we contributors' end, it looks like there's no interest in or positive sentiment towards our efforts, which is a pretty unrewarding feeling. If we can check back and see that whoa, our story about Fistpumper McGee and the Fifty Hive Queens got a bunch of likes, that lets us feel proud of our efforts, happy about people seeing it, and inspired to go and write more.

I vaguely recall that some people weren't too keen on the fact that the old version of this system had a dislike option too and that it was anonymous, meaning that people could form a faceless crowd of peer pressure rejection against a post. I think if we were to reimplement it as a "+approve" only option, and especially if we could get it to tag who'd left their thumbs up (i.e. "BigToof, Isaac Baraqiel, and three others approved this post..." you'd sidestep that issue. If someone still really dislikes the post in question, they can go ahead and post their own response stating the fact and explaining why.

So... All in all, it's pretty clear that I'm in favor of reinstating it. What do the rest of you think?

Pollvote and post so we can get a good idea of the consensus view!

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Hey, guys-

I've had the Imperial Guard dex for a bit now, played against it one or two times, and finally decided to take it out for a spin myself. To that end, I've whipped up what I hope is a balanced and workable 1k list, but since it's my first attempt I'd value you guys' input.

Imperial Guard, 1,000 pts, No Allies:

"4th Iridian Vangrenadiers, Advance Recon Detachment"

==HQ==
Company Command Squad - 150 pts
-Major Josef Svalbard (Plasma Pistol, Power Sword)
-4x Veterans with Plasma Guns
-Carapace Armor

==TROOPS==

Veteran Squad ("Sig's Crew") - (150 pts)
-Veteran Sergeant Sigfreida Helden (Gunnery Sergeant Harker)
-1x Veteran with Flamer
-8x Veterans with Lasguns
-Camo Cloaks

Infantry Platoon: 190 points
-Command Squad
--Lt. Johan Ranulf (Laspistol, Power Sword)
--4x Guardsmen w/ Grenade Launchers

-Combined Infantry Squad
--2x Sergeants
--2x Autocannons
--2x Grenade Launchers
--12x Guardsmen w/ Lasguns

==FAST ATTACK==
Sentinel Squadron Alpha - 120 pts
-3x Scout Sentinels with Autocannons

Sentinel Squadron Beta - 120 pts
-3x Scout Sentinels with Autocannons

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Fluff and Stories / Tea for Two.
« on: October 21, 2012, 12:20:10 AM »
((Wrote this little vignette a while back. Even Space Marines are not totally free of worry and self doubt; when this happens though, they can seek out a Chaplain for guidance. But what of such heroes as even Chaplains look to for example? When the inevitable errors and limitations of their remaining human fallibility creeps up on them; to whom do they, or can they, turn, save perhaps each other? Perhaps many of them never need to, but perhaps by comparison to the other few, their burdens were not so great...))


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“In its own ways, Time has passed both of us by, it seems,” Victoriege noted, accepting the proffered cup of tea. It seemed comically fragile and small, grasped in the gauntlets of his Tartaros-pattern terminator armor, but the Old Man of the Citadel, Chapter-Master of the Bright Lords, held far too much respect for the warrior sitting across from him to consider making light of his hobby.

Lord Ximo, Ruler of Tasal, Master of the Supernovas Chapter, released the delicate porcelain and nodded with a faint mechanical whir, his near-fully augmetic body never ceasing its panoply of soft synthetic sounds. The two Astartes, and the Marines they led, could not have seemed more different to an outsider, but bonds of mutual respect had welded these two confidantes’ armies together in brotherhood long since.

Leonhardt Victoriege was bluff and kingly of countenance, face weathered and golden-blonde hair silvered as a man who has passed beyond the cusp of youth; yet still far from the degree to which his more than eight hundred years of service to the Bright Lords should tell upon a man. Resplendent in his black and gold, reliquary armor, he looked every inch a hero stepped whole and larger than life from a stained-glass mural of the Great Crusade.

Ximo by contrast no longer had a face of flesh, regarding his opposite through a sectioned steel visor set with two glowing red photoreceptors. A more articulate contraption, still clearly mechanical but shaped in closer approximation to human features, lay discarded and deactivated atop a storage crate in one corner, near the entrance to the attached laboratory of techno-arcana where the Chapter's forgemasters maintained and attended his mechanical vessel. The laboratory space dominated the complex of rooms beyond that was technically Ximo's official quarters. A decorative folding screen stood pointedly unfurled in front of the doorway; blotting the existence of any rooms beyond the recluse chamber from its master's cybernetic sight.

His blue and black armor was largely unembellished, and his mere physical form was no larger or mightier than any other Marine; only a quietly incontrovertible aura of authority and wisdom distinguished his high station. Victoriege supposed the man had once resembled one of the cultures of his warrior disciples, but which one, only the Supernovans’ secret loremasters could know; whether he had been a pale and tattooed Qwaythian, with hairless skull and filed teeth, or a noble loch-toting exemplar of the plainsmen. Whether mountainfolk pioneer or polar barbarian or any of the dozens of cultures of Tasal; now it was impossible to tell. Now he was but Ximo, a face of iron with the soul of a Primarch, of all cultures and none in the eyes of his men, unassailable in his ancient wisdom for all the frailty of his remaining machine-shrouded flesh. The Supernovan’s body was a prison, for all of its masterful construction, yet it had allowed him to live for untold centuries as well, and the survival of that mind had brought ruin to untold numbers of the Emperor’s foes.

The evidence of those centuries was all around them; spilling over from a modest gallery alcove that had not proved enough to contain the Supernovan chapter master's countless mementos and keepsakes. They adorned seemingly every surface except the spartan, pristinely unused pallet bolted to one wall, and the intricately carved table of Tasalian ironwood at which the pair sat. Bold or vainglorious trophies were nowhere to be found in this collection; indeed, several items that looked to be prominent Chapter relics were piled beside the augmetic device on its storage crate. Only small things, made heavy by memory, had a place of honor here.

Ceramite shards from the armor of a fallen comrade. Crumbling purity seals, illuminated with poems of simple gratitude by the inhabitants of a planet rescued from invasion decades before. Simple tribal garments in a dozen styles, each made from the hides of different Tasalian beasts; a child's doll, resolutely bearing its faded wooden lasgun. A cruel sickled claw of some purple-black alien metal, its ugliness prominent amongst the collection; as if a reminder. The scrapbook of a life that had spanned many centuries, a quiet legion of testaments to the existence not merely of a soldier and a general, but a human being ancient enough to have known the distant ancestors of men now turned to dust beneath the earth.

So old we are, Victoriege thought as he looked through the collection, recognizing countless items whose humble sagas Ximo had shared with him over their many visits. Realizing, with a start, that he remembered when this book of tales or that scrap of woven cloth had been brand new additions, yet now sat dulled amidst countless years of dust.

So old we have become.

There were those who thought Victoriege's own longevity, his timeless, indeterminately-aged features despite his incredible span of years, a mark of the Emperor’s blessing; but the old Bright Lord, and Ximo alone otherwise, knew enough to surmise differently. Only he and Ximo were ancient enough to suspect such things, much less be trusted to know.


“Your years may not lie not so heavily on your face, it is true, yet they seem to bear doubly so upon your spirit of late.” Ximo's tone, mechanical yet remarkably close to his original voice, retained more than enough nuance to turn the statement into a question.

Victoriege nodded. “Seven centuries have I lead the Bright Lords in war, and each year of it I only become more aware of my failings. Of my frailties of the soul, and visions, perhaps, of my long-forgotten sins before the Emperor. I never took up the Raiment, did you know? I cannot help but feel the armor of our Chapter's champions would scorn me; its machine spirit is eldritch, and sees into the heart of the wearer. These doubts and visions and memories come to me such that I can no longer be sure at times who I am, and what manner of worth or wretchedness this soul has.”

“Yet young Helsir bears the Raiment. He passed through its Test of Throne-Fire to become your chapter's Paladin, thanks directly to your tutelage,” Ximo replied. “From what my own Marines tell me, he is a credit to Chapter and All-father alike. Only an honorless Relictor or the like would shy to count him amongst their number, and his deeds reflect on his teacher with praise.”

“Perhaps, Ximo. Yet there is a mark on my soul; gnawing doubts about myself that my pride in him will not alleviate.”

The mechanical ancient shook his head and chuckled laboriously. “For all the Bright Lords’ forgiving creed, you are over-exacting of yourself, Lionsoul. We are none of us perfect, not even the Emperor when he still strode the Materium in flesh. Soul of wisdom, they call me, yet do you not suppose I have wrestled and questioned deeply my decisions over the years, weighed my victories against my failures to keep my Novr safe, and found myself wanting? How many occasions do you suppose I have wondered whether a being with more steel per his flesh than many an adept of Mars is still a fit leader for Astartes or men? Yet still I sit here today, knowing there is no question of my fitness to lead in your mind. You question whether men would still sing your praises if they knew your burden. I know it. Do you see me recoil? Do you doubt my legendary wisdom because I have not done so? Come now. There are holy texts set down of your words on such matters.”

“ ‘Through the Emperor’s saving grace are we made great beyond our flaws; through our grateful repayment of his mercy do we enable him to work through us and absolve our failings with ever-mightier deeds.’ ”

Victoriege quoted the words with a half-bitter chuckle, sipping gently as if to wash the taste of them away. Tea had never been one of his favorite drinks, but Ximo’s skill in brewing was unsurpassed, and the flavor was exquisite. “Fine words. Yet I wonder for whose benefit I truly said them, and so they must ring hollow in my case.”

“Either way, they are no less worthy. Come, old friend. Jephraim Bornhald may have been a son of Dorn, but this self-flagellation ill suits you. Do you not recall the words you once shared with me, when I spoke with you after the incident with that Inquisitor? When I asked your counsel upon the geneseed I ordered seized to replenish the losses his ignorant pride caused my Chapter to suffer, doubting utterly my own decrees and actions? Those were not words of hollow platitude.”

Victoriege nodded. “Aye. I told you that it is a righteous duty to secure the future of Mankind even above its present, and that the greatest deeds of our life pale before the worth of ensuring our successors will sustain and surpass them. That the inevitable failings and regrets in our lives are vindicated in the face of the same.”

“Just so. Heed, then, the words of wisdom I drew greater surety from hearing leave your lips, and do not let your doubts shackle you. You spoke those words from your heart, and you spoke them to me alone, for my sake alone. Now that they happen to apply to you as well, you cannot shirk them as self-serving, hmm?"

Although his friend's mask was immobile, and he knew from personal experience that there was no face and precious little skull beneath it, somehow Victoriege couldn't shake the feeling that Ximo was smiling as he spoke again.

"Whatever else your faults in the Emperor’s eyes might be, you have sacrificed to protect the Emperor’s flock, and sacrificed more to build your chapter a legacy of glory, so that your successors will continue to do the same. Time and time again I have known you to chose personal hardship for the sake of others, rather than choosing ease and convenience for yourself. For that alone, would I deem you a worthy ally in His cause. For that and much more, I deem you comrade, and have seen ties of blood-brotherhood forged between our Chapters. You trust my judgement as I trust yours, Bright Lord. If you cannot have your own confidence, have confidence in that, and in the Emperor.”

The stained-glass hero seemed to draw strength from the smaller man’s words, and it looked as though a tiredness that added decades left his ageless face. “Aye, you have the right of it! The trust of worthy comrades, and faith in the cause; between them, a warrior wants for nothing.”

“The Emperor lays a path before us all. I worry whether I am fit to lead others upon mine, Ximo, but you are right. I may still strive to follow it regardless of those doubts, and need never doubt the path is there.  Thank you for the tea, and for your words.”

With a small bow of respect from one ancient lord to another, he rose, setting his cup down on the table. “Ximo, I have a growing feeling it will not be too long now before my fate finds me. But I look to my comrades again, those who stand beside me and those who sit across from me, and I think I shall not permit it to find me wanting.”

 He turned, then, and left the pavilion, headed towards the hangar bay where Tasalian vessel met Ramiles starfort in a great riot of machinery, one of the Citadel’s many docks alive with motion as it refuelled the ship for its next voyage. Watching Victoriege return to his Chapter’s vast fortress-monastery, the Supernovan truly would have smiled, if he had still had a face, and poured himself another cup of tea.

“No, my friend… No, I do not think you shall.”

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Fluff and Stories / The Revolver
« on: August 29, 2012, 07:41:32 PM »
Reposting an unfinished story from the old 2S, in anticipation of an event related to its planned conclusion...

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Regional Governor's Palace, Gehenna Hive, Pharus III; hive world on The Eastern Fringe

Inquisitor Golan was not a very important or influential member of the Ordos Hereticus. He knew this; it was why he was here, on a remote world of the Eastern Fringe that only barely remembered it was part of the Imperium. An uninfluential inquisitor for an uninfluential planet. But he valued his work keenly, regardless. The very remoteness that caused worlds like these to go beneath the notice of more important heads was also a potential breeding ground for heresy, and it fell to less important heads like Golan's to root it out. Dissidents, unrest fomenting amongst civilians, these he could and did deal with, alongside the Arbites. But now he'd found something new, the likes of which he'd not encountered before. An unknown.

Golan hated unknowns.

So it was that he had come to the capital of this small world, seeking the aid of the planetary governor's current, most esteemed guest. An Ultramarine.

Inquisitor Golan waited as the ceramite-clad giant in front of him holstered his sidearm, and turned away from his practice at the firing range. Then Golan handed him the Pistol.

   

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Battle Reports / From the Frontlines: "Bigtoof Reports" Cast Fanart
« on: August 09, 2012, 06:52:50 AM »
Well, couldn't find a new version of the old Artwork subforum to stick this in, so I figure it fits here better than anywhere else. As you might have guessed, this is the thread I'll be using to post any and all new doodles, sketches, and maybe even some decent drawings of the colorful characters from everyone's favorite Battle Report series!

Today, we've got Orks. A certain warboss some of you may recognize, his prized Warbike, and the proud Mek who put it together for him...


Who wouldn't trust a winning smile like that?



I think Grumgutz's bike just became its own character. And completely stole the show from Wingnut to boot.

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Aright guys, I've been trying to keep my cool but the forum is driving me batty!

It seems in just about every forum, there's at least one and sometimes several more threads at the bottom of each page that display as if there were new posts in the topic. No matter how many times I open the thread and read the post, no matter how many times I mark all topics read, no matter even if I try and mark the thread as unread in the hopes that then it'll fix itself and work properly again... it never changes. It stays there, flashing its orange "new posts" button at me insolently, and it's driving me to distraction.

Halp plz? :C

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