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The Black Widows Female Space Marines

For members to post long running threads about projects they are working on

Postby DoctorThunder » Fri Jun 13, 2008 6:10 am

Okay, got the next two Terminator Squads to show off. :)
As before, click on the pics to see a larger version.

First up, Terminator Squad Hisa
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Veteran Sister Ayame
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Sister Kaede
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Sister Machiko
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Sister Miine
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Sister Nami
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Then we have Treminator Squad Rinako
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Sister Tori
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Sister Yayoi
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Veteran Sister Takako
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Sister Suma
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Sister Shoko
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Stay tuned for more updates. I should have pics of the Power Armored Marinettes early next week.
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Postby DoctorThunder » Sat Jun 14, 2008 4:33 am

Okay, I got some more blackground fluff for you guys, as well as a fantasic illustration done by Goatboy.

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INDEX ASTARTES: THE BLACK WIDOWS
+Further to your order (AF/992.D5532674/058666.M41/9283) I have transferred this final copy of my analysis prior to Epsilon-level data purge, including hard copies and original source materials.
Index Astartes Entry 89F41699.D2941

THE BLACK WIDOWS

Seeding Stage:
This broad category covers the time period when Black Widows are first introduced onto a target world. The exact methods and dates are cause for significant wasteful speculation amongst my staff, but most reverse-predictions based on infestation levels point to a general time period beginning as early as 75 years prior to the 13th black crusade. Covert planet-drops would leave behind landing craft remains and residual landing-site ion evidence, and victims of human-trafficking normally undergo medical inquiries sufficient enough to reveal a widow for what she is. Indeed, it is the lack of evidence in this area that we find most disturbing, and pray for The Emperor’s light to bring this sin to comprehension.
Widows quickly breed with men from the local population. Normally they remain in the lower castes of society, where larger families are commonplace and the chances for detection are minimal, but occasionally one will seek out and seduce a man of particular importance on that world, a magistrate or an admiral. When this happens it is particularly troublesome because it compromises the world’s security at very high levels, and if left undiscovered on worlds with hereditary titles, can even lead to the planetary leaders themselves being descendants of a Widow.
Before they awaken, Widows display no knowledge of their inhuman nature and dark purpose. They are normally faithful members of The Church of the Emperor, and accounted as being hard-working and diligent parents.
Awakening Stage:
Although the mechanism behind it is not understood, when an infected world comes under attack by chaos forces, Black Widows will leave their families and workplace and begin an aggressive and devastating guerilla campaign against the world’s defenders. Depending on the level of infestation, this can vary between light to heavy raiding all the way to complete revolt and planet-wide chaos, as was the case on Falcurno. Their intimate knowledge of local cities, terrain, and populace, allows them to strike strategic targets with devastating effect. Prime among their initial targets will be weapons and ammunition caches to arm themselves more heavily, which is occasionally made simple if some of their number were formally part of the planetary defense force, using their authority to infiltrate such installations with greater ease.
Upon meeting up with the chaos invasion forces, they begin acting as advisors, leading small raiding parties and providing priceless information about terrain and defensive layouts. If their numbers are high enough, they will be organized into their own armed forces, utilizing whatever weapons and armor they can acquire. When suits of Power Armor become available due to casualties, both friendly and enemy, the plug-in points for The Widow’s Black Carapace are completed, providing a large and eager pool of recipients to don the armor as soon as it becomes available. Thus Black Widow fighting formations slowly evolve over time from what would be comparable to a planetary defense regiment into a fully-equipped marine force. Normally this takes place rather slowly, even over the course of several campaigns, but occasionally power armored suits are specifically provided to the Widows by the Dark Mechanicus.
Final Stage:
Once a group of Widows reaches the final stage of its maturity, they will be a full-fledged chaos marine force. Battle-hardened and fully-equipped, they will form their own command structure and become somewhat autonomous from the legion they originally joined. Black Widows are known to capture the finest of the enemy soldiers they fight against, using them as breeders to create the next generation of super-human warriors. Black Widow armies tend to be rather small compared to other legions, but occasionally several smaller groups will find each other and merge into a much larger force.

Combat Doctrine:
“When we move left they hit out right, when we move right they hit our left. They flow around us like water leaving us to shoot at shadows, all the while sapping our strength and will to fight.”
–Unattributed vox recording from Taroi.
Black Widows grow more sophisticated as their equipment and armor improves during their development stages, but they never abandon the guerilla style warefare they begin once they have awoken. Black Widows are slow and methodical, using elaborate feints and dozens of coordinated raids in collusion. Small groups will engage the enemy, using stealth to infiltrate a position and launching a devastating attack at close range, then withdrawing before enemy forces can coordinate a proper defense. Enemy forces sent to pursue them as they withdraw are drawn into carefully laid ambush points, usually accompanied by remote-detonated radiation minefields or plague-ridden punji pits. Dozens of such raids will be used to draw enemy reserves away from the Widow’s actual target. Only once a target is sufficiently exposed will the Widows attack it.
Lightning raids and orbital insertions against enemy communications grids, munitions and arms manufactorium, power network nodes, water purification installations, and ration caches are all preferred targets. In the final stages before an all-out attack, The Black Widows will begin an elaborate pattern of shelling and raiding, designed to force their enemy to constantly fight or redeploy, denying them rest or relief and depleting their remaining ammunition reserves. The effect of these days without food or sleep is a complete collapse of enemy morale.
Only once an enemy is depleted of food water and ammunition, cutoff from communications, and exhausted from ceaseless raids, will The Widows finally attack. When they do finally strike, Widows use overwhelming force, attempting to shock their besieged opponents into a quick surrender. Where possible, this is accomplished by allied chaos forces, as The Widows have no qualms in sacrificing their allies to achieve victory.
Black Widows never voluntarily attack an enemy able to withstand them. When fighting alongside other chaos forces whose sense of martial pride demands an all-out attack, The Black Widows will use the opportunity to attack enemy installations left lightly defended as the chaos advance is countered.
Unlike many forces of Chaos, Widows prefer to take their enemies alive, and while there is no current explanation for this phenomenon, we have unconfirmed reports from Taroi and Ganatas of enormous burial mounds filled with husks drained of all bodily fluid.
Black Widows normally eschew the Dreadclaw Lander used by other chaos forces, preferring the Epsilon Mark VIII Pattern Drop Pod, which is normally associated with loyal astartes forces. The source of these pods is unknown, but we have several confirmed vid-logs of Widow’s Drop Pods each trailing a single silver strand of monofilament wire behind them as they descend to a planet from orbiting spacecraft. What purpose or function this strand serves we cannot say at this time.
Most unusually, Widows have been shown on several occasions a willingness to enter battle without their armor in order to infiltrate a target. On Ganatas a group of twenty Widows masqueraded as traveling gypsies, and used contacts within the gypsy black market to enter the lower hive city through secret underwater entrances. On Alucant, several Widows in civilian clothing managed to mix themselves in among hundreds of refugees being shuttled from the surface up to the remaining orbital defense bastion.

Beliefs:
Reports of sexual debauchery among The Black Widows are commonplace, but no definitive link has been established to Slaanesh worship. In fact, there are no accounts at this time of The Black Widows making any kind of gesture to the Dark Gods whatsoever. They do not fight for honor or glory or to gain the praise of a precocious deity. They fight because it is their nature to do so, and because it pleases them. They do what they were created to do. Still, they retain their memories from the life they had prior to their awakening, and it causes them great pain in moments of solitude, like a splinter in their minds. This guilt leads them to be extremely active between campaigns. Widows personalize and adorn their armor, and engage in riotous entertainment, anything to numb them to the shame of the people they betrayed and the life they once had.
Every Widow must eventually come to terms with their status in the universe. They are monsters. Damned souls, created by evil hands and flooded by the darkness of the void before they were even born. Inhuman, immoral, irredeemable. For some, they eventually come to embrace their inhuman nature and wallow in the debauchery the universe offers. For others, they seek death in battle to end their misery. For still others, there are whispers of Widows falling upon their own swords rather than countenance the depths of their damnation.

Geneseed:
It is quite likely that The Black Widows geneseed was originally developed from Alpha Legion stock, although this conclusion is based almost entirely on circumstantial evidence. Black Widow infestations on Imperial worlds have been followed by attacks including Alpha Legion forces at least 76.2% of instances, which could indicate a close working relationship between the two.
During our examination of a partial-corpse that was obtained from a failed raid on Listening Post Pan-9T420.259 (see attached file and photos ref. #3A54808GG464) High-Priest Duvanilite of the Mechanicus commented during the autopsy that the additional internal organs displayed a genetic neutrality that was similar to the Primogenitor geneseed, or what he called “original geneseed.” The following day High-Priest Duvanilite was aggressively reassigned to another sector, and all attempts to locate his current assignment have gone unanswered, so I am unable to provide further details at this time.
Black Widows lack Phase 3 and 18 Implants. Phase 3, Biscopea, stimulates muscle tissue growth, which is why Black Widows are no physically stronger then normal human females. They are therefore, perhaps intentionally, externally indistinguishable from normal human females. Phase 18, Progenoids, are the implants by which geneseed zygotes are normally harvested. Black Widows are able to pass on, through an unidentified process, their modifications to their female offspring.

Battlecry:
“The Thirst of Drak’Nal has come!” (it is unknown what this refers to)

++End transmission++
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Postby DoctorThunder » Fri Jun 20, 2008 10:48 pm

Okay, I've got two more excellent illustrations by Goatboy and two more pieces of fluff for you guys to check out. I'm currently gathering together enough fluff and pics to make a Codex: Black Widows to print out. I think that will be really fun for people at the LAGD to be able to pick up a codex to go along with the army.

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Incoming Message.....
Transmitter - Station Oriationem 8A57H10-Omicron-5B-Theta…
Receiver – Station Audentia 83645-12B…
Author identified as Senior Santicas Genetor Harkoy…
Beginning Audio Feed…
Beginning Video Feed…
Beginning Holo Feed…
Displaying now…

Puertia Class Autopsy Report #93472-J.40
Ardura Primus-Steiermark-Polizeirevier Sechste
15/09/11668

1930 Local Standard Time: Subject corpse delivered under attendant polizei guard operating under Lentus clearance 234.754-H. Subjects clothing and gear removed with some difficulty due to cauterized blood around torsal wounds and delivered to Junior Santicas Joseph Kileman for examination. (Reference #93472-J.43 examination report) 1 (one) set of civilian clothes; 1 (one) mesh-material under-suit, materials identified as local make normally issued to standing guard, small power-supply unit, heavily damaged during removal process; 2 (two) pistols, make and design identified as autobaugn reuger 22’s; 17 (seventeen) pieces of jewelry and personal artifacts discovered, among them imperial dog tags from private Fraun Ultren. Datum Servitor Y3.64-D beginning tabulae search but cautions that complete search of all imperial worlds will require 14.66 standard years without further search refinements.

2010 LST: Initial visual investigation leaves no doubt to the cause of death. Subject suffered complete circulatory-system failure, consistent with the reported method of termination, having received a direct hit from a Triplex Pattern Plasma Gun during a peace demonstration, burning a hole .32 meters into the chest cavity, destroying the primary heart, and the left ventricle of the secondary heart, and cauterizing the primary lobe arteries. Presence of secondary heart in female frame indicates high-functioning levels of mutation, mandating a Secunduas-level internal autopsy to follow.

2014 LST: Subjects vital statistics measured as follows: Height: 6’2”, (93rd percentile for standard human female), weight 168 pounds, hair color black-22. Eye color, green-16. Spectral analysis indicates hair and skin pigmentation with altering bio-dermal compounds normally associated with the Melanochrome gland found in adeptus astartes. Mammory glands noted to be unusually large for frame (89th percentile for standard human female). Singular example of ritualistic scarring consistent with the Yparah peace-movement detected. Large symbol discovered on the back of subject’s neck, bearing unidentified markings. Unable to determine if mark is brand or tattoo. No other scars or birthmarks noted. Fingernails, Toenails, and face of subject were painted with various pigmentations to alter their color. Data Servitor 823.X53 could not correlate colors and patterns to any known cult, but suggests a 91% possibility that the markings are linked to Arduran courtship and dance customs. Skin type 2-C showing a consistent tone with no blemishes. Subject appears to lack body hair except for head and eyebrows. Epidermal analysis indicates that hair growth appears to have been deactivated at the cellular level. No explanation currently available.

2039 LST: The chest cavity proved difficult to open, requiring the strength of two Servitors with Tygor pattern servo-meds. Ribcage displayed ossification and inter-laced bone plates consistent with Ossmodula organ modifications, but required 28% less force then standard, possibly due to smaller frame. Remnants of secondary heart indicate reduced capacity and size, again, possibly due to smaller chest cavity. Datum Servitor Y3.64-D calculates 71% probability that secondary heart acts merely as a supplement to primary heart, and would be unable to sustain sufficient diastolic pressure independently.

2210 LST: Examination of internal organs progressing. Unable to locate anticipated scarring, internal or external, from implantation of additional organs. Biscopea not present, which is consistent with muscle mass and distribution, both of which are within normal human ranges. Both Preomnor and Multi-Lung exist not as separate organs, but as integrated chambers of stomache and lung respectively. Both Progenoid Glands completely absent, and appear to have never existed, meaning that there would be no way to harvest gene-seed from subject and create additional ones. If more abominations like this one, cannot be created, this would indicate a finite threat.

2341 LST: Skull has been opened and examination progressing. Catalepsean Node and Sus-an Membrane are completely integrated into surrounding tissues. Genetic sampling indicates lack of genetic neutrality. Datum Servitor Y3.64-D calculates 82.1% probability that additional organs present since birth or possibly conception, but offers no explanation on how such a thing could be achieved. Lyman’s Ear also shows lack of scarring nor shows genetic neutrality, and appears to be the natural inner ear developed from conception.
Occulobe organ appears to be heavily altered and presents itself as a large hemispherical organ integrated directly onto the brain’s sensory centers. Effect unknown, although Data Servitor 495.X43 noted an unusual distribution of the different regions of the subject’s brain. The subject’s brain’s pleasure center is approximately 38% larger then in found in standard human females, and has far more connections to the sensory areas of the brain then is normal.

2417 LST: Servus M-433.S reports completion of genetic analysis. Analysis indicates that subject is genetically female, making possibility of surgical alteration now .2%. Serves reports heavy presence of non-mamillian chromosomal sequences and possible presence of fifth base pair. Servus M-433.S deactivated and scheduled for incineration to prevent possible taint of witchcraft. Servus M-317.S tasked with repeating genetic sequencing to verify findings. Station Oriationem instructed to stand by to relay verified findings to Inquisitional Center at Pars-Oriens Datatarium (Reference # 93472-J.41)

0116 LST: Epidural layers on torso have been peeled back, revealing the presence of invasive neural bundles consistent with Black Carapace organ. However, no neural sensors or transfusion points have been fitted, masking it’s presence until now. Without plug-in points the implant serves no purpose, leading to speculation if plug-in points were intended to be fitted at some future time. Data Servitor 823.X53 observes that without the plug-in points, there is no external variation between subject and a normal human female.

0122 LST: Servus M-494.T reports completion of blood analysis. No sign of viral, bacteriological or toxicological contamination has been detected, and the hormonal patterns are only marginally consistent with standard human female, with estrogen and glycogen 23% higher then normal, and three unknown hormonal types present, making possibility of surgical alteration now .005%. Levels of HCG, Human Corionic Gonadotine detected, indicating pregnancy.

0235 LST: Opening of uterus revealed unborn fetus, which appears to have died some short time after the subject. Calcium dating and cellular differentiation indicate that the fetus has been developing for eight weeks. This is inconsistent with visual examinations, which place the fetus well into the second trimester. Servus M-494.T estimates 4 month gestation period, but unable to confirm with available data.

0251 LST: Internal autopsy of fetus has revealed presence of additional organs in development, patterns identical to the mother subject. Rather than being implanted, they seems to have been hard-wired into the genetic code, although no known craft could achieve such a thing. It is highly inappropriate for me to inject personal commentary into this report, but for the sheer shock in which I find myself I feel I must. By The God-Emperor this creature is abhorrent to me, and I cannot in good faith proceed without fear of tainting my own soul. It makes my skin crawl just to look at it, and my soul shakes to consider the purpose of such a thing. I am ordering a hault to this autopsy, and will contact my superiors at…

Message feed interrupt.....
Transmitter - Station Inquisit-J25321 666 Location blocked…
Message redirect without tracer authorized – Clearance Level Ultraviolet…
Immediate execution by lethal weapons fire of Senior Santicas Genetor Harkoy and attendant staff commanded of attendant polizei guard…
Subject corpse and attendant Servitors to be placed in stasis immediately until further notice.
Puertia Class AutopsyReport #93472-J.40 No longer found
Transmission Ends…


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Lord Ustin Michka had only two regrets in his life. The first was that in his youth, he was possessed of an unquenchable ambition. He wanted power. Not the meaningless power that his peers sought, the kind of power that enjoys titles and ceremony, but real power. The power to make decisions that affect the lives of trillions of people. He wanted the power to guide the course of humanity, and change it for the better. He wanted the power to triumph over the enemies of the Imperium, and keep safe the lives of its citizens. This ambition had lead him to create many alliances with questionable individuals over the years, and had lead him to break many promises to people of integrity.
His second regret was that he had achieved his goals. In front of him lay an incredibly detailed three-dimensional map of Segmentum Ultima, which covered a large portion of the northern part of the galaxy. More than three-hundred-thousand inhabited planets, united under a single banner of The Emperor.
Without asking leave, Ustin’s attaché Miskyla Valkashin entered the room. There was no need to stand on ceremony when it was just the two of them. Ustin trusted her completely, and added a third regret to his mind. After so many years sharing duty and bed, he should have taken her to wife long ago. Miskyla did not know that Ustin had already appointed her as his successor, instead of that idiot Valkiev, but it was doubtful that anything would be different between them if she knew, for in addition to her stunning beauty, she had a mind like a razor, partnered with a terrible patience, which Ustin knew would make her a very dangerous leader for anyone to contend with.
A saucer of rassolnik stew was placed down along with a shot glass of uralite vodka, which would go un-drunk, just like all of the others. In his youth, Ustin had been a heavy drinker, but now he could not touch the stuff. He needed both eyes open to make the decisions that were his burden to make. Ustin took in a few spoonfuls of the hearty stew, before pushing the bowl away from him. He could not remember the last time he’d had an appetite.
In a recess built into the floor, sat a ring of mysterious figures, hooded and cloaked. Wires and cables spilled out from where their arms should have been, connecting to the base of the projector which created the display in front of Ustin and Miskyla. Some of the higher-ranking members of the cult of the machine, who had voluntarily given up their humanity to become the most perfect expression of their faith. Cyberneticly altered to such a huge degree that their will had been completely swallowed up in their function. In fulfillment of ancient oaths, they served Ustin as they had his successors, as the core of his intelligence network. Their minds touched every ghost of the Machine God, on every planet under his supervision. Their eyes saw through every machine-eye and auger on countless worlds, and their minds perceived every message and command.
Ustin had ordered them hooded and cloaked, for they were horrible to look upon, with cables and machinery bursting forth from grey necrotic flesh, and small clicking mechanical mandibles which twitched and flexed grotesquely with a will all of their own.
With a simple command, the projection spread and passed around Ustin and Miskyla as it enlarged, highlighting the center of the Tyrant Cordon, where the fighting was most fierce. The latest reports from Tridia indicated that Gual’Du’Har’s Legionnaires controlled nearly sixty percent of the surface, and nearby Ural was faring no better. The battle for the space lanes over Tridia, which had been the only part of the campaign going well for them, had been reversed by the arrival of several Ork fleets.
Ustin wished that he could go back in time and speak with himself as a young man. There was no glamour in command. There was no glory or honor. To be in command is to be a butcher, not of the enemy, but of your own men. To be in command is to send men to their death, and it was not something that anyone should aspire to achieve. It was a horrible numbers game. You kill ten men, in the hopes that it will save twenty, but it does not change the fact that you are the one sending those ten to die. Trade a thousand lives to save a billion and you are a hero…to everyone except the thousand that die, that is.
“Battle group Omera is to disengage from Ural immediately, and reinforce Battlegroup Nepena at Tridia,” Ustin commanded, with some difficulty.
“Estimate complete loss of Ural system within sixteen days of Battlegroup withdrawal,” came the cold reply from a priest.
“Execute,” Ustin ordered coarsely. The decision was wrenching, but he had to make a dozen such decisions each and every day. This decision, in particular, had been acutely difficult. If he did nothing, both systems would be destroyed, but Ural was his homeland, and most of his family still lived there. Ustin put his aged hands up to his face. He would kill every man, woman, and child on Ural, in the hope of saving Tridia, which was, unfortunately, more important strategically.
“I am a butcher,” he said as he thought about his nieces and nephews. At that moment they were probably playing in the backyard of his brother’s estate in the nekov mountains, blissfully unaware that their uncle had just condemned them to die, or worse.
Ustin felt a pain in his chest, but it was not brought on by the burden of his office. He clutched feebly at his heart and doubled over in pain. He moved to scream, but his throat was on fire, and he could barely squeak out a whisper.
“Miskyla…Valkiev…anybody, please call an apotheacry in here,” he choked out.
“I’m afraid Mister Valkiev has been dead for some time now,” came the cold reply from the woman standing over him.
Ustin tried to reach out to tap the control runes on his console, but his strength gave out and he fell out of his chair to the ground, knocking over the bowl of stew that she had brought in.
His vision blurring with pain, Ustin could feel his heart stop beating. As he lay there dying, he could only watch helplessly as Miskyla lowered herself down into the recess with the machine priests. Pulling out a small ceramic dagger, the woman began cutting the cables and tubes coming out from their backs, one by one. The priests could do nothing to defend themselves, their decaying bodies having lost the ability to move centuries before. With their nourishment cut off, the clicking of their mandibles became slower and slower, and then finally stopped.
The projection of the Tyrant Cordon flickered a few times before dying, and the room went dark.
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Postby mattjgilbert » Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:17 am

DoctorThunder - there is a lot to read (and great art btw). I'll have a proper read through when I get a chance.. you are not being ignored! Doing fluff for my own army is something which has always been bottom of my list so credit to you for doing so much.
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Postby Angelwing » Sun Jun 22, 2008 11:45 am

good stuff.
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Postby DoctorThunder » Tue Jun 24, 2008 8:53 pm

Angelwing wrote:good stuff.

Thanks. :D

Okay, I got the final illustration from Goatboy and another fluff story. Now we have everything we need to make our own codex.

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Roberte Limeman coughed another lung full of stale dry air as he thumbed through the dim data-slates before him, adding his thumbprint where necessary. He tried as best he could to ignore the vibrations coming up through the floor and into his chair. Distant artillery fire thrummed rhythmically, causing ripples in the cup of caf on his desk. The raids had drawn out farther and farther to the west in the past few days, leaving him far from the fighting, but try as he might he could not force himself to calm down. He wiped the beading sweat off his brow with the cuff of his sleeve as he sent off yet another request for immediate transfer.
Three deliberate clacks rang out on his office door from the guards outside. Roberte coughed again and walked over as fast as his portly body would allow, tapping the rune on the doorframe.
“Mister Limeman, The Union Leaders from the lower hive are here to see you about the water rationing.”
“Union Leaders?” Roberte repeated in confusion. “I moved their appointment to tomorrow.”
Through the door, Roberte heard the crack of gunfire and a terrible scream. His eyes grew wide with fear and he turned around, struggling back towards his desk.
The sounds of scuffle subsided, then there was a sound like thunder and the door to his office blew inward, propelled by a gout of flame that drove it across the room where it embedded itself into the stone shrine of Saint Augusta on the far end.
Roberte rummaged clumsily through his drawer. Everything was eerily silent as he pulled the desk drawer free and emptied its contents onto the floor before him. His hearing shocked by the blast, he heard strange clattering noises as he located his autopistol and chambered a round.
Roberte turned around and saw a young woman entering his office through the ruined doorway. She wore the long rough clothing of the lower hive, but her stance was strong and her eyes burned with lethal vigor and purpose.
No words were wasted as Roberte leveled his pistol and fired as best he could. The woman stepped sideways like lightning, his shot passing harmlessly past her as she leapt forward. Adjusting his aim he fired again. This time she made no effort to dodge, allowing his poorly aimed bullet to tear through the sleeve of her robes as if she knew that was where it would pass.
She rushed towards him, and he lowered his aim for another shot, but she closed the final feet before he could fire. Now inside his defenses, she grabbed a hold of his forearm wither her delicate fingers, and it fell limp at his side, the gun falling from his grasp and clattering to the floor.
Unable to move his arm, he attempted a clumsy punch with his other arm, but she ducked beneath it and grabbed it as well. Her fingers jammed into the pressure points of his muscles, and that arm fell as limp and useless as the first.
Roberte lost his balance and fell backwards. Unable to catch himself, the back of his head slammed against the cold dusty floor. His vision blurred in and out of darkness. Distantly, he could hear the thrum of more gunfire in the hallway outside his office, and the vibration of distant artillery fire.
When his vision cleared, he saw the beautiful face of the young woman looking over him.
“I’m sorry, precious,” she said in low sultry tones, “But I don’t have time for anything else.”
Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him passionately. His eyes rolled back into his head, then disintegrated. His face and body followed, reduced in seconds to a dried black husk lying on the floor.
“Stop wasting time,” Chiaki rebuked as she walked into the room, a guard’s autogun slung over her shoulder. The weaken skull of the husk shattered beneath her foot as she confidently strode over to the blast door behind his desk and pulled the release lever. Akina sighed and wiped a trickle of spittle from her lips. Chiaki had only recently joined them, and her time spent among the Black Legion had muddied her thinking.
The rusted locks creaked in protest, then gave way and the doors slowly slid open. A gust of pure moist air rushed into the room, fanning the leathery dress that Chiaki wore as she looked on in displeasure.
The room beyond was a stark contrast to the one they were in. The walls were thick with wet grey moss that clung to the pipe fittings and weld-lines. Light played off the surface of cool clear water as it permeated through the final bio-filters before being fed into the pumping systems beyond.
A trio of pallid servitors stood motionless, their arms dissolving into a tangle of rusted cables and wires that plugged into the control surfaces before them.
The servitors made no response to their presence. Their environmental awareness having long ago been deemed unnecessary by the template of their bio-programming. Nevertheless, Chiaki shouldered her autogun and emptied the clip into their heads, spraying the area with soft tissue and bone.
“You seem troubled by this mission, even irritable I’d say,” Akina observed as she stepped into the room and stretched in the moist air.
“No, Madam Sergeant,” Chiaki said steadily as she followed. “I do not consider this to be a proper use of military resources.”
“Don’t you mean a proper use of your skills?” Akina asked, leaning over to look at the water tanks below. “You’ve picked up a lust for glory and it’s tainted your thinking.”
“A water treatment plant is at best a low-priority civilian target,” Chiaki asserted.
“Emperor’s teeth, you even talk like the Legionaries,” Akina complained as she removed a vial from her pocket. “This facility has been our primary target for the last three weeks, we just had to displace a few regiments and a couple of titans before we could get to it.”
Akina snapped the vial in half and poured the silver contents into the water below.
“Killing the civilian population will have no impact on the planetary garrisons,” Chiaki commented. “They have their own recycling systems.”
“This is no poison,” Akina corrected, licking her fingers. “This is Bhanemold.”
Chiak’s eyes widened.
“By the end of the week,” Akina explained, placing a vox caster on her ear, “The planetary defense militia will have The Black Legion in front of them, and seven billion starving cannibals behind them.”
Chiaki stepped back, considering the implications.
“Com-Sat recall order, prep dust-off one hour,” Akina ordered into the vox.
“Madam Sergeant, we’re leaving planetside?” Chiaki asked.
“This planet is already dead. They just don’t know it yet.”
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Postby DoctorThunder » Thu Jun 26, 2008 11:16 pm

Okay, I got some close up pics of one of the Drop Pods and the first pics of the Femarines in Power Armor. As before, click on a thumbnail to see a larger pic.

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Postby DoctorThunder » Sat Jun 28, 2008 4:28 am

Okay, the Dreadnought is all done and ready to be painted.

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Let me know what you think. :)
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Postby NorseWarrior » Sat Jun 28, 2008 11:07 am

Dude... I got to say.. that is freaking awsome!!! one of the best consepts I have seen for a dreadnought EVER!! You rock! I have printet out your fluff aswell, and read it last night.. Pretty cool stuff. The only thing I was wondering about.. They mentioned that they were not much stronger than the average human, just faster and skilled in the art of war... How come they can walk around in Terminator armour? I know the armour itself is self-driven in many ways, but it still requires some serious muscle to walk around in, even more so to fight in.

What did you use to make the dreads cc weapon?

Other than that... this is one of the coolest things I have seen in a long, long time!

Great work!
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Postby Angelwing » Sat Jun 28, 2008 11:44 am

those are ork choppa's for the cc weapon I think. A fiendish construction!

*Aims multimelta*
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Postby DoctorThunder » Sat Jun 28, 2008 5:19 pm

NorseWarrior wrote:Dude... I got to say.. that is freaking awsome!!! one of the best consepts I have seen for a dreadnought EVER!! You rock! I have printet out your fluff aswell, and read it last night.. Pretty cool stuff.


Thanks, bro. :)

The only thing I was wondering about.. They mentioned that they were not much stronger than the average human, just faster and skilled in the art of war... How come they can walk around in Terminator armour? I know the armour itself is self-driven in many ways, but it still requires some serious muscle to walk around in, even more so to fight in.

Actually, terminator armor is fully powered, as is power armor, so it doesn't require extra strength to use it. That's why Inquisitors, who are not modified like Marines are, can wear terminator armor. :)

What did you use to make the dreads cc weapon?

8 Ork choppas.
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Postby NorseWarrior » Sun Jun 29, 2008 12:01 am

Ah, thanks Doc, that clear things up a bit. Anyhow... have you ever thought about doing a short novel? your writing skills are freakishly good, you actually got me hooked..

How about another story about your beloved black widows? I mean, if time permits it and you have the inspiration...

You got me inspired and I think I will make an illustration based on your black widows miniatures.. do you mind?
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Postby DoctorThunder » Sun Jun 29, 2008 5:14 am

NorseWarrior wrote:You got me inspired and I think I will make an illustration based on your black widows miniatures.. do you mind?

Are you kidding? Of course I don't mind. I can't wait to see what you come up with. :)

have you ever thought about doing a short novel? your writing skills are freakishly good, you actually got me hooked..
How about another story about your beloved black widows? I mean, if time permits it and you have the inspiration...

Hey, if you'll read it, I'll write it. I'll get started on an outline. :)
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Postby NorseWarrior » Sun Jun 29, 2008 12:04 pm

Sweet... I will get some concept sketches so you can take a look at them... and now I just cant wait to se what else you can come up with. Great job on the fluff, great job on the miniatures, and in general your imagination is awsome!
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Postby conscriptboris » Sun Jun 29, 2008 5:07 pm

Bravo, good stuff mate, loving this, very wel thought out, looking 4ward to seeing the codex, may make a squad for myself :P

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