Journey to Glory: PrologueJourney to GloryMore Like This
A Space Marines Story
In the many years of the 41st Millennium, the galaxy harbors the greatest war ever to be fought. The Imperium of Man stands surrounded by traitors, daemons, and aliens. But if they put all of their faith in the hands of the mighty Emperor, they may yet survive
Our story focuses on a Space Marine Chapter known as the Battle Angels. They are a small but dauntless group; created by an alliance of troops between the Imperial Fists and a nearly decimated Dark Angels successor chapter. Though created by unorthodox methods, their deeds are nothing to laugh at (if anyone was really there to laugh at them). As valorous as they might be, word of them does not travel far, they number in the few, and they lack a unified color scheme.
Unbeknownst to the Marines, a quest lies before them. It can only be followed by their Chapter and to fulfill such a quest shall let their name echo throughout the galaxy. And whenever a servant of the Emperor shou
Battle Report June 24 2008June 24, 2008More Like This
In a strange turn of events, my army actually claimed victory over the Red Shoulders. Just the IG this time.
Due to superb use of terain and the use of our landing pad, I actually claimed victory over the IG in 3 turns. Despite there were very little casualties, the IG lost 2 of their 3 vehicles as I lost my Hammerhead again. In this battle, I could of used a 2nd Devilfish. Maybe the 1 with the 8 Fire Warriors. And 1 more Crisis Suit to complete the bodyguard unit.
Thats all there is to say about this round of fighting.
In battle 2, I unexpectedly did it again. Thanks to another skillful round of maneuvering, tmy brother gave up hope and declared game over. This time, I managed to hold 3 flanks. My right is made up of a squad of 12 Fire Warriors. The center, my Hammerhead with Railgun cannon. Nothing yet in terms of any significant kills but it is getting better. My Broadside which killed a Dreadnought in another battle, my Ethereal and my Guevesa unit. The le
battle Report June 22 2008June 22, 2008More Like This
In a 2,000 pts battle, me and an ally, Christian, went up against the might of the Imperium and lost. Reasons being:
1) Poor tactics. We deployed our troops in the center and kept them there, leaving the other flanks rather untouched or undeveloped. This allow the Red Shoulders of Zeus and Hessia to consolidate their strength on the other flanks in an attempt to perform a pincer attack.
2) The early destruction of our heavy artillery units left us with nothing to counter their armored units. Plus, the Space Marines dominated our left flank. With no armor there to stop them and only 1 Crisis Suit team, they were wiped out. The ShasO and his two bodyguards were soundly defeated but not after taking out 3 marines. Their Cm was killed when a nearby Firewarrior team withdrew and another stood there ground, having 2 teams in immediate rapid fire range. This simple trap took care of the Space Marines Command structure but not there Razorback which devastated 1/2 of our veh
Wraiths of MiralHunting the HunterMore Like This
Etogaur Provinial Sirias Arrastash spittet on the ground. This planet, may the Chaos damned it, was terrible! He wished him a burning and cruel end, and cursed about these damned false Emperor-loyal soldiers hiding somewhere here like the scum they are.
His platoon was a few steps behind him, fearing his anger and tremendous punishment for the slightest sign of disobedience.
This damned planet! A deathworld, slight civilisation, loyal to the dead emperor of little terra. Over 90 % of it was swamp, mud and methan flirring in the air, making breathing almost impossible. And then, everywhere were these illusions, coming from the toxic gas and heat in the air.
It smells terrible, and even more: Until now, they didn't found these villages!
GRAH! I'll cut off each of your hands if you don't find them! YOU! he pointed at his Communication-Soldier. Give me a connection to the high master!
Arrastash was a soldier in the name of the high Gaur, praise hi
Ki's BeginingChapter One (1)More Like This
Ki looked into the eyes of her father, and then resided to her mother, but found no haven. The child, no more than seven years of age, had her wrist and ankles tied for execution. She was nestled under an ancient statue of the Emperor and was charged for witch-craft, and was declared a ritual sacrifice.
She realized she was going to die shortly after regaining her wits. There were people talking, fast clicks, and yet she could not understand anyone of them. She could barely hear anything over her heart beat and the irritating sound of her mind making a high pitch tone. Her ears were flat on the stone base of the statue, and her face was covered by her own black hair. When ever she tried to see through it, all she saw was pointing, and her parents disgust.
There was a shaman nestled amongst them, sitting cross legged and looked as if he were in a trance. He was taking no sides, and he was awfully quiet. When Ki figured out some garbled words, she figured out that t
The Eldar Raid Part 2Pecinus and Restener cried out as an Eldar Aspect warrior leapt in front of them, a blade held high above its head, the two guardsmen stood frozen, awaiting death. The Eldars chest exploded outwards in a spray of crimson frost, covering the two, stinging their skin. The Eldar collapsed to the floor. Carrius was stood behind the Eldar, bolt pistol in hand.More Like This
Emperors teeth, cuttin it bit fine sarge? commented Restener.
Hmm, perhaps. Considered Carrius. Two Eldar jetbikes dropped down from the low clouds, spraying laser bolts across the frozen concrete landing pad towards the Guardsmen.
FIRE! yelled a guardsman. The screaming roar of a heavy bolter kicked up, the mass-reactive bolts tearing the bikes apart. The three looked round. Meneter and Lacaria were crouched nearby, their heavy bolter smoking.
Sarge. They commented casually, nodding.
That, you two is cuttin it fine. said Carrius, turning to look at Pe
Adeptus AstartesThrough galaxy they travel...surrounded by cold starsMore Like This
on the endless mission to spread the emperors will
to erase the disease of chaos liars
and punish xenos scum
they destroy the foe
with bolter and chainsword
they stood here long ago
defended your homeland many times
cause there is no turnin back in the name of the emperor
they are the ones sacrificing their lives
to save the cradle of mankind
never known any human limits of strenght and endurace
no sickness or plaque can blight them
no traitorous anthem can ever reach them
they are the legend of muscle and will
armed with adamantium body
and two hearted soul
beating for courage and honour
WAAAGH Greentastic Army listMore Like This
(WB)Warboss Greentatsic: Choppa, gob, Bionik Arm, Bonce, cybork body, eavy Armor, bosspole, frag stikkbombz, tankbusta bombz,
Gun: Rokkit- 121 Big Shoota- 125, Kustom shoota (dakka & shootier)-121
(M)Mekzibit -99pts claw, force field, horns, bonce, eavy armor super stikkbombz
(P) Painboss (96) 9 Cyborks 213 Power Claw Doks tools gob n pole, 3 orderlies bonce n armor
(AB) ard Boyz 20, Bob in mega armor, mega boosta
Guns: 3Rokkits- 317, 2Rokkits one Big Shoota- 320, 3Big Shootas- 326
(VB) Vulcha Boyz 16+Zagstruk 295
(SK) Skarboyz 20, 287, Nob w power claw, gob, pole 3 burnas
(S1)Sluggas 1: 30 Nob w. , gob n pole tankbusta bombz
Gunz: 3 B.Shoota & Nob rokkit-325, 3 Rokkits & Nob Rokkit-316 3bs &nob bs- 329
(S2 & S3)Sluggas 1 & 2: 30: Nob w. Gob & Pole, Tankbust bombs (exchange with power claw if Wagon doesnt have Big Shootas) Gunz: 3 Rokkits-308, 3 Big Shootas-317
(H)Huntas: 10, Bob w/ Gob n Pole Gunz: 2 Rokkits & Nob
Space Marine CommandmentsThe Commandments of the Space MarinesMore Like This
1. Thou shalt not refer to the Adeptus Soritas as "Bolter Bitches," nor shalt thou go anywhere near our sisters during the time of the "Red Rage," lest thou wishes to be the first human to enter orbit without the aid of a shuttle.
2. Orks are not "cute."
3. Thou shalt not make jokes about the Imperial Guard's weapons.
4. Thou shalt not replace the Librarian's staff with a magic wand.
5. Thou shalt not tip the Terminators over during battle.
6. Thou shalt not do Spock impersonations around Eldar.
7. C-3PO is not a Necron ambassador.
8. Thou shalt not dare others to eat Squigs.
9. No, you cannot "take the Titan for a spin."
10. Thou shalt not use thy Multi-Meltas to light campfires. In a similar manner, thou shalt not use the Terminator Captain's Chainfist to open tins of baked beans.
11. Thou shalt not bribe the Inquisitor to bring down Exterminatus on your ex-wife.
12. Thou shalt not refer to the Rhino transports as "pimp wagons," nor shalt thou us
A new idea for the Imperial forces of the ImperiumThe imperiums future depends on modernizing. We need to modernize. To think new. The old technologies must be researched anew. But we also need to do more in research, or else im afraid the imperium will splinter as heretics surface and tyrranids chew on its fridges.More Like This
The orks are my idea. If we somehow manage to get an extra large space marine, or perhaps a dreadnaught and make it ''Orky'' to use a exeno word. The ''Orky'' space marine or dreadnaught could rally his own WAAAGH! By shooting the orks and make sure they know their place. This way the empire of mankind could use one of their strongest enemies against the rest.
A mighty WAAAAGH! Led by and with the blessings of the Holy Emperor of Terra would make for exelent stormtroops. And thanks to the orks body built for war they could save millions of the emperors people. They could work well with Ogryn. An Ogryn made ''Orky''and sent to lead a great WAAAGH! Would thus serve the emperor better then if he were given a rippergun and sen
Old Friends, 40K Fanfic OLD FRIENDSMore Like This
'Where is your master hiding, filthy servant of the Carrion God?'
In response to the inquiry the Plague Marine, adorned in ancient and poorly maintained power armour painted in the colours and heraldry of the Death Guard, began to chuckle heartily. His tone was obnoxiously jocund, a fact which, considering the gravity of the situation in which the wretch now found himself, the opponent facing him found altogether discomforting.
'So then you're the one, eh?' the Plague Marine responded at last, his voice warm and welcoming. 'The Sorcerer. He said you would come to Bogblast, and here you are indeed. I'm sure he'll be glad to see you.
A 40K ChristmasTwas the night before ChristmasMore Like This
and all through the barracks
not a creature was stirring not even the ferrets.
The servitor stalked through the hallways with care
as though in fear they may be mauled by a bear.
The Space Marines all tucked in tight in their bunks,
dreaming of blowing the 'nids into chunks.
When all of a sudden there arose a great clatter,
I called an Inquisitor to look into the matter.
I ran to the hanger, Laspistol in hand,
and saw a red Thunderhawk with a single white band.
From it there walked a man clad in red,
no sign of a helmet atop his great bearded head.
He carried a sack filled with hundreds of boxes,
and for a moment my fear fell upon poxes,
but then he laughed, in a great 'belly-laugh',
knocking me down, out of reach of my staff.
And then in a time no more than a heartbeat,
he drew out a present and laid it at my feet.
He made his way past the security beams,
giving presents to soldiers who were deep in their dreams.
When he w
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”More Like This
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
Midnight Thought ProcessPerhaps the trees live so long because they have no idea how long they've been around.More Like This
I stood with my wine glass and cigarette staring into the night as I heard the sound of fireworks, I wondered if the giant tree before me knew it was new years. There is nothing different from 11:59 to 12:00 yet we feel like it's a world away, because we judge many things in time, and we keep track of time in years.
I sat hugging a pillow, watching a 4 month old baby sleeping during his dream-feed and I wondered if the baby knew it was a boy. There is nothing different from a boy baby and a girl baby yet we feel like we have to define them because we judge others in life, and we keep track of others by categorisation.
Perhaps we should forget what year it is, and what we are…and just be.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
the arrangement of astral cordsThis is how I'm built up, you see;More Like This
stars trapped in the linings of my
the regurgitation of meteors
the chambers of a heart--
deconstructs of kaleidoscope-stained
This is the reason why my throat
bubbles like witch's brew--
the insides of my body form monsoons that
scratch my lungs and
disintegrate my windpipe,
an off-pitched dissonance
like wind chimes
whenever I try to shout or speak or
(and they tell me that you could sing
the moon to sleep when you cast
your faithful nothings on a star)
[and, no, I'm not some kind of genie
trapped in an expanse of dust
rather than a lamp]
Darling, I was never caught between
a collision of star-crossed galaxies,
nor an accident between the big bang
and a black hole.
I was born a star-child.
and, no, they could never be beautiful.
Yet, I could never be as graceful.
I could never carve my face the way
gods do, and
Jeff the Killer x Reader - Sweet Dreams (Part 6)More Like This
I looked at the killer in surprise. I will live... And furthermore, he wants me to stay by his side... I understood I'd no chance to disagree, so I just nodded.
"So... I will talk to Slender and you will stay in my room, okay? If you escape... Well, you better not."
He grinned and went back to the mansion. I followed, thinking about what I should have to do as his partner... We soon arrived at the mansion and I headed towards the directions Jeff gave me and went into his room.
Laying on the bed I saw to the bloody mark of mine where he cut in my neck. He surely was kind of sadistic... And crazy! How am I supposed to live with such a psycho?
We were all sitting together in the large living room, waiting for Slenderman to come.
Masky was sitting near BEN and both were talking and every now and then they saw into my direction. Are they talking about me? Then it turned clear: they were talking about (y/n). Clenching my teeth I looked away when I saw the ta
the 'd' wordwhen i was seven years old, my mother, tear-streaksMore Like This
drying on her cheeks, fingered her wedding band
and told me, “love hurts, sweetie,
that’s how you know it’s a good love.”
two days later, my father came back home.
he was missing his wedding ring
and when he left again,
he left a handprint on my mother’s cheek
that she carried with her even after the bruise was gone.
i grew up without a father influence in my mother’s world
and without a mother influence in my dad’s.
neither of them got remarried.
they had found each other and that was enough.
they had found each other and that was too much.
i grew up a thin string attaching one man and one woman
together in a way arguments and resentment could never snap.
they met in restaurant parking lots and in the bleachers
of my soccer games the way soldiers meet on battle fields,
trading me across the asphalt and steel like a
deadly weapon, a bullet hurdled back and forth.
he took me out to ball games b
Ch.1 I Find A TraitorA couple of days into me finding my "destiny." I found a base. So I jumped the wall. I walked through a courtyard and saw a girl in a yellow creeper sweatshirt looking around suspiciously. I decided to follow her. she sat down on a bench and took out her communicator.More Like This
"My queen, Sky, Deadlox, and Jason are getting closer to finding your weakness." said the girl
"But how we've kept a secret." replied the queen
"I'm not sure, I've tried to throw them off the trail by destroying research and giving them false information." responded the girl
I took out a tape recorder and started to record the conversation thinking I might need it later.
"Good keep doing that" ,said the, queen "eventually you'll throw them off the trail."
"Yes my queen, but I'm worried they might suspect me as a traitor." said the girl
"Ok fine, then I want you to get closer to Deadlox."
"Why?" asked the girl
"Because if he thinks you love him he will trust you." said the queen
"Ok fine." Katt out
I stopped the tape recor