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Fallout Tactics has death claws that can talk, scary killer robots, and the ability to have a tank. It just doesn't... Sit well with the rest of lore.
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Raziel turned towards the Krieg commander, again issuing his commands. "Draw your men back, let the fools enter the trenches and we will draw them in close. Once they are here, have your men unleash hell into the melee. Then... If you don't mind I'd like to borrow some demolition charges." He sent radioed out to his squad. "The guardsman will pull back, ready blades we will crush the fools. I have given the guard orders to fire into the melee, our armor will ensure our safety and conserve men."

He spoke, knowing the first concern was to hold the line and they needed men for that, however, he wanted the men alive as he was about to tell his brothers his plan. "Because once we're done were taking those guns out. Brother Denach and Brother Von Palus do you think you can deliver our explosives to the base of the wall? I'm sure these Kriegers have enough ordinance for the job."

"We were told to hold the trench line... They never said we couldn't stop the guns from slaughtering our wards." He offered a roundabout logic that normally would go against the commands of the captain. However as risky as it was opening a hole into the hive would force out the true foe and could garner a real change in the battle.

As first few of the cultists entered the trenches he brought his blade splitting them like timbers. "Together brothers! Fight like our fathers! As one!"
Raziel had just finished ordering a group of Kriegers to haul away the wounded, they had planned to shoot them. When he reminded them that every one of them who lived could rise to kill the foes of the Imperium of Man once more, lifting himself from the middle of common soldiers the young man pulled on his helmet.

"Take positions, bolters at the ready. They will be coming soon, protect the guardsman, they might not value their lives but we need as many alive as we can to help us hold the trench."

Raziel placed his power sword off to the side, resting both hands on his bolter.

"Controlled bursts, we might not see resupply until dark conserve ammunition where you can."

Raziel lifted his bolter letting his auto sense and helmet display double check his own belief that his weapon was fully loaded and ready for the incoming assault.

"Be safe brothers... And thank you for your patience. I know three of us would rather engage these foes in melee and meet our traitorous ill head on but we must hold for now... And when the time comes I'll sure we are the first ones through that gate, bringing justice to those who turned their back on the Emperor's grace.

He now spoke outwardly to the Krieg commander near his spot along the trench line. "Commander, have your men form ranks, have the sergeants call volley fire as they near our position. Do not fire until they close enough for you to see into their eyes, then unleash the fury of your weapons upon them." His eyes flicked forward and he took a long breath, switching back to vox communications so he could give orders as needed. The last charge had claimed many of the Krieg soldiers which he then had to explain why wounded should not be put to death unless a medical professional examined them first and came to that conclusion. He was amazed at how the people of Krieg viewed life.
@Jbcool The Sargeant from the first has landed to get everyone into shape to combat vile traitorous scum.
Name: Raziel

Rank: Sargeant

Age: 90

Gene-sire: Lion'El Johnson

Personal Demeanour: Calm and collected, even more so than his kin from other Legions he is quiet and reserved. Yet his demeanor speaks to one who loves his duty and does not wish anything more than to continue to serve faithfully. He is the first to quell his brothers from a cheer upon driving back the foe or taking a position. They should not cheer, for victory is not something to revel in it is duty completed. Raziel takes pride in the squad under his command, not only should each shot they take to hit the mark but each time a blade is drawn they should match the foe blow for blow.

Where few would be happy with a squad that performs well, Raziel seeks perfection in his brothers for they are weapons of the Emperor's wrath, perfect must always be aimed for perhaps one day achieved.

Description: A large scar, runs across the right to left on his face. On top his head a fiery red hair, his forest green eyes have a piercing and emotional gaze. Slightly taller than most of the other warriors from Caliban his appearance lacks heavier scaring of most veterans.

History: Born on Caliban in ages past Raziel had been selected for augmentations, barely more than a neophyte he along with several others. They were assigned that day to help move a geneseed tithe onto a Mechanicum, however, these Neophytes once aboard were moved frozen in stasis. These marines were collected this way due to Luther not wishing to release any of his neophytes to Mechanicum under strict orders from the Lion to make them ready for the Legion and move to reinforce him once it was complete.

Raziel awoke ten thousand years later, he found the galaxy was torn apart. The last known Primarch before him along with a strange Archmagos tell him and dozens of others that they were needed to save the Imperium. The Emperor no longer walked the galaxy, his own Primarch gone believed dead, his homeworld destroyed with no clear reason known. Raziel wanted to rage and decimate the traitors for what they had done to his once proud first legion. Yet instead he turned inward and remembered his teachings, his training in tactics and battlefield assessment.

If the Lion was gone, then Caliban's last sons would give the Imperium all they had until they were gone once more. When they were armed, Raziel first goal was a simple one to master his bolt rifle. Dark angels were renowned for the flexibility they held in combat compared to other more focused Legions. He sought to demonstrate that when he had achieved his goal showing masterful skill with the rifle he worked next on the blade. He spent hours dueling Blood angels and space wolves, he took his sword play skills further until he could match those whose grasp usually exceded his Legions own.

With that achieved his skill became recognized not because he worked hard to be recognized but solely because of how hard he worked. Raziel was promoted to Sargeant and now strives to become a commander who shows excellence as well.

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Miscellaneous: Has a deep seated love of plasma weapons and desires to have his own one day.
@Jbcool Sure. I'll happily take the spot.
Dibs on Power sword for the squad then.

On another note, I wonder if I can get away with being from Caliban as part of my backstory? Not sure yet how it would work since I would imagine all Dark Angels aspirants would be vat-born since Luther had them all.
Eh I mean I would prefer if we had some weapon choice or could at least scavenge stuff. That or maybe multiple squads that were nearly taken out and have put together for the time being since they really just needs bodies or something.

That or like a Primaris Kill Team.
@Ollumhammersong I never stated Cawl did make them just that he had the gene seed of traitors as well. Which again since Cawl is radical as they come I figure he might make some in the future or in secret.

It is stated that they have Gene from all primarch's though Guilleman orders the new Astartes to be made from only loyalist Gene seed and improved over normal marines.
@Bluetommy Actually it's Horus's fault. Which his fall is Lorgars fault. So blame Lorgar.
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