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Saturday, October 22, 2016

Black Vengeance - a tale of the Joy Division - Part 2

Catching the hidden serpent...

"So many brothers lost in the blink of an eye." said Captain Arwent. "The explosion was an act of sabotage. "Xiphon and I both were monitoring the comm link to our pilot and the servitors... there was no ranged anti-air attacks targeting the Storm Eagle when the cockpit was destroyed.

"Xiphon check the status of our battle suits." Arwent growled. "I believe there is a traitor amongst us."

Artur immediately broke from the group activating his thunderhammer and raising his shield.

"Lock Artur's suit now." commanded Arwent. The Techmarine spoke a disarming sequence into his vox. Artur came to a grinding halt now trapped within his terminator armor. His arm carrying the thunderhammer slowly fell to his side and his shield lowered.

Arwent reached out grabbing Artur's helm violently wrenching it away. The fingers of his armored gauntlets pried upon Artur's mouth then he reached inside grasping at the traitor' tongue. "The serpent must be silenced." said the Captain of the Huscarls as he ripped out the tongue flinging the torn flesh to the ground. Frothing blood and bile gushed up from the traitor's mouth spilling out down his chin coating the bright yellow gorget. "This serpent is an Alpha Legionnaire." Arwent informed the rest of his Cadre. "You can and still will serve our division."

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Black Vengeance - A Tale of the Joy Division - Part 1

The Storm Eagle screamed as it tore through the thin layer of the upper atmosphere. It dipped then rolled as the enemy anti-air missiles slipped by missing their auto-locked target. The gunship tipped its nose straight down falling toward the planet at terminal velocity. There was a sudden explosion rocking the entire craft as the cockpit blew apart.

Captain Arwent unbuckled his maglock falling from the wall like a rock. The Huscarl hit the doorway hard dazing him for a moment. Black spots opened before his eyes and his ears rung like the tolling of iron bells. The atmosphere was growing thicker and wailed as it rushed through the wide rent just ahead. Arwent carefully righted himself knowing one wrong move and he would be jettisoned into the closing void. Nothing was left of the pilot or servitors. All that remained of the cockpit was a control stick and flashing warning runes.

Maglocking his boots to the cracked flooring the Captain slowly crept forward careful to always maintain contact with at least one boot sole. He reached out with one gauntlet grasping at the stick. He could now see the rocky ground below as the falling ship plunged downwards in a lost spiral towards its imminent destruction. Electronically driven flame erupted from one of the destroyed consoles. His gauntlet locked tight around the thick head of the stick and he pushed it forward with all the force he could muster. Hidden servos strained inside his terminator armor in response.

The Storm Eagle righted itself just prior to impact, the bottom shredded apart as the rocky stone surface penetrated the ceramite outer layer. Captain Arwent was thrown from the wreck at fantastic speed crashing against a huge boulder. The gunship broke apart and then exploded unleashing rolling gouts of burning black Promethium.

Slowly one by one each of the remaining survivors crawled from the burning wreck pulling themselves from the raging conflagration. "Joy Division report in for duty." spoke Arwent over the hashed vox link while rising to a knee.

"Andromeda." said the first Huscarl.

"Artur." spoke the second.

"Arjüwentìüs." replied the third.

There was a moment of silence as static crackled over the vox then came one last reply "Brother Xiphon." spoke the mechanized voice of the Techmarine.

Monday, October 17, 2016

How I really feel about Alpha Legion

Somebody asked me how I feel about Alpha Legion. I will say right now they have no redeeming values and should have been purged along with the II and XI legions. I have found people who play Alpha Legion are the biggest cry babies... you know the ones who still feel entitled to a 3.5 edition codex.

A new novel was recently released by Black Library for Imperial Fists and Alpha Legion players had to ruin it for everyone else immediately releasing spoilers about the end. It's a long book and I can't think of a more douche bag maneuver but this level of lowness is what I have come to expect of this sort of player... fuck them.

Alpha Legion is actually the most hated legion ever. It was the last legion and probably the worst ever conceived. Both Alpharius and Omegan were both slain by loyalist Primarchs and rightly so. The Bolter and Chainsword forums will now automatically delete any thread with cloning conspiracy theories about Alpharius. This is the way it should be... bitter trolls have no place in 30k.