Actually, though they didn't directly tell him, the lack of nerve endings in his feet are a little bit of a giveaway. I imagine it wasn't easy walking out of the operation XD
Using logic with an upset woman? Dear Gods, everyone get behind cover! :O
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When the world gets you down, and you think no one cares, try to picture something soft and cuddly.And then imagine it being run over by a forklift truck.
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Using logic with an upset woman? Dear Gods, everyone get behind cover! :O
Saf nodded her head towards Sgt Garron, acknowledging his words if not heeding them. The non-com obviously had little in the way of actual battle command and his blatant attempts at psychological manipulation were as clear to her as they had been during her numerous psychological evaluations. He was trying to smooth the waters though, even if a little hamfistedly, and she appreciated his attempt.
Now if everyone would just get to the point and explain why it was she'd been cut open and tortured for days she could get the show on the road and actually put her suffering to good use.
Now if everyone would just get to the point and explain why it was she'd been cut open and tortured for days she could get the show on the road and actually put her suffering to good use.
And what would a Chaos Marine story be without a little betrayal tension. :)
Unfortunately as a Raptor Crixus doesn't really belong to any Legion. The Raptors broke off into their own cults during the Heresy and so although he still pays homage to his original Legion Crixus's true loyalties are really only to the search for pleasure and fulfilling his need to cause harm to the helpless.
For the Night Lords dealing with these wayward deviants is a matter of necessity. Sometimes you need the skills of the airborne parasites to aid you in your victories, even if it means having to purify yourselves for several weeks afterwards.
On another note, Crixus tends to look down on the Night Lords as they stand now, seeing only usurpers to the true Legion, those who were born on Terra and raised up by the Night Haunter himself. Having fought at his Primarch's side he feels sullied to have to work with the ill-spawned children of Nostramo and Tsagualsa who currently pollute the ranks of a once great and powerful force.
For the Night Lords dealing with these wayward deviants is a matter of necessity. Sometimes you need the skills of the airborne parasites to aid you in your victories, even if it means having to purify yourselves for several weeks afterwards.
On another note, Crixus tends to look down on the Night Lords as they stand now, seeing only usurpers to the true Legion, those who were born on Terra and raised up by the Night Haunter himself. Having fought at his Primarch's side he feels sullied to have to work with the ill-spawned children of Nostramo and Tsagualsa who currently pollute the ranks of a once great and powerful force.
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@SillyGoy In Crixus's case his armour is still mostly black, but as befitting his service to Slaanesh the odd embellishment here and there have been added. And trust me, you really don't want to be asking for details about those.
For your consideration, a serial-rapist and torturer, even before he became a Chaos Space Marine!
Name: Crixus Angamar
Age: Pre-Founding, Earthborn
Appearance:
Marine type: Possessed Raptor Champion
Devotion: Slaanesh
Bio: From a very young age people could tell there was something very wrong with the child who would one day grow to be the Night Lord Crixus. His obsessions often drove him to perform all manner of perversions, both to himself and to others, and before he'd even come of age he'd already sexually molested several of the women living in his hab-block. Sentenced to life in prison Crixus was cut off from his supply of fresh women to abuse and turned his tastes to the young, helpless men who shared his company within the rat-pits of Terra.
When the First Founding occurred, and the Night Haunter came searching for recruits to join his army Crixus was among the first to volunteer. Though his cravings had been held in check by the abuse he'd piled onto his fellow convicts, the opportunity to once again practice his skills on a female's flesh was too tempting for him not to seize. AFter his transformation, as the XIIIth Legion, Crixus was sent to 'pacify' worlds in the wake of the Emperor's Crusades. Given free-reign to terrorise and victimise the populations Crixus gained a reputation for his brutal and savage attacks on any he caught breaking curfew, occasionally taking them as pets to be broken within his dungeons.
After the fall of the Legion, Crixus's tastes grew all the more depraved and soon he began to hear the first whisperings in the night. Voices plied him with promises of pleasure beyond his wildest dreams, and Crixus leapt into the waiting arms of Chaos willingly.
Since that time Crixus has taken every chance offered to travel the galaxy, raping and pillaging his way across the stars, always seeking the next great thrill, the next dark perversion. Often disappearing for months at a time, Crixus inevitably returns accompanied by groups of pregnant women, their minds and bodies broken, and new-born babies ready for recruitment into the Legion.
Personality: Crixus is a text-book case of a Slaaneshi devotee. His mind and personality are solely focused on pleasure, which in his case is derived from sadistically torturing the helpless, forcing them to perform inhuman acts, both to themselves and each other. He has learnt from his vast experience how to prolong the suffering of his pets for weeks, and even months, keeping them barely alive so he may savour their every exquisite agony.
Utterly irredeemable, his soul now reeks of corruption, while his body shows few outward signs of his transformation to Chaos. Obviously the Dark Gods look favourably on the damage he causes with his almost-human form, although the depth of his corruption has him forever teetering on transformation into a Warp Talon.
Personal skills: Expert at interrogation and psychological manipulation (especially against females of all known species), expert jetpack pilot and close-range combatant, skilled medic and field surgeon.
Gear: Mark II Crusade Power Armour (modified with upgrades over time), pre-Horus Heresy Jump Pack, Combi Melta-Bolt Pistol, Blissgiver blade, Frag Grenades, EMP Grenades, Lightning Storm, assorted ammunition and 'trophies'
EMP Grenades: During a skirmish with Tau forces Crixus was impressed by their use of EMP technology to cripple both his force's vehicles and his fellow Marines. Capturing a female Tau engineer, he invested almost four months torturing and twisting the woman's mind until she was more than willing to build the grenades for her new Master. While Tau engineer's fate is unknown, as Crixus seems to always have a steady supply of these weapons she may still be alive, and in his service, to this day.
Daemonic Power - Lightning Storm: Early in his career Crixus was granted the use of an experimental device similar to the one used within a Storm Shield, only this version was fitted to his gauntlets enabling his to generate field of static electricity while still wielding two weapons. As his corruption grew the mechanism was replaced by the ability to generate the storm from within his own body, launching arcs of lightning towards his targets from upto several meters away. While not powerful enough to damage most armoured targets, these arcs of power were strong enough to incapacitate most unarmoured humanoids with only a few blasts.
Name: Crixus Angamar
Age: Pre-Founding, Earthborn
Appearance:
Marine type: Possessed Raptor Champion
Devotion: Slaanesh
Bio: From a very young age people could tell there was something very wrong with the child who would one day grow to be the Night Lord Crixus. His obsessions often drove him to perform all manner of perversions, both to himself and to others, and before he'd even come of age he'd already sexually molested several of the women living in his hab-block. Sentenced to life in prison Crixus was cut off from his supply of fresh women to abuse and turned his tastes to the young, helpless men who shared his company within the rat-pits of Terra.
When the First Founding occurred, and the Night Haunter came searching for recruits to join his army Crixus was among the first to volunteer. Though his cravings had been held in check by the abuse he'd piled onto his fellow convicts, the opportunity to once again practice his skills on a female's flesh was too tempting for him not to seize. AFter his transformation, as the XIIIth Legion, Crixus was sent to 'pacify' worlds in the wake of the Emperor's Crusades. Given free-reign to terrorise and victimise the populations Crixus gained a reputation for his brutal and savage attacks on any he caught breaking curfew, occasionally taking them as pets to be broken within his dungeons.
After the fall of the Legion, Crixus's tastes grew all the more depraved and soon he began to hear the first whisperings in the night. Voices plied him with promises of pleasure beyond his wildest dreams, and Crixus leapt into the waiting arms of Chaos willingly.
Since that time Crixus has taken every chance offered to travel the galaxy, raping and pillaging his way across the stars, always seeking the next great thrill, the next dark perversion. Often disappearing for months at a time, Crixus inevitably returns accompanied by groups of pregnant women, their minds and bodies broken, and new-born babies ready for recruitment into the Legion.
Personality: Crixus is a text-book case of a Slaaneshi devotee. His mind and personality are solely focused on pleasure, which in his case is derived from sadistically torturing the helpless, forcing them to perform inhuman acts, both to themselves and each other. He has learnt from his vast experience how to prolong the suffering of his pets for weeks, and even months, keeping them barely alive so he may savour their every exquisite agony.
Utterly irredeemable, his soul now reeks of corruption, while his body shows few outward signs of his transformation to Chaos. Obviously the Dark Gods look favourably on the damage he causes with his almost-human form, although the depth of his corruption has him forever teetering on transformation into a Warp Talon.
Personal skills: Expert at interrogation and psychological manipulation (especially against females of all known species), expert jetpack pilot and close-range combatant, skilled medic and field surgeon.
Gear: Mark II Crusade Power Armour (modified with upgrades over time), pre-Horus Heresy Jump Pack, Combi Melta-Bolt Pistol, Blissgiver blade, Frag Grenades, EMP Grenades, Lightning Storm, assorted ammunition and 'trophies'
EMP Grenades: During a skirmish with Tau forces Crixus was impressed by their use of EMP technology to cripple both his force's vehicles and his fellow Marines. Capturing a female Tau engineer, he invested almost four months torturing and twisting the woman's mind until she was more than willing to build the grenades for her new Master. While Tau engineer's fate is unknown, as Crixus seems to always have a steady supply of these weapons she may still be alive, and in his service, to this day.
Daemonic Power - Lightning Storm: Early in his career Crixus was granted the use of an experimental device similar to the one used within a Storm Shield, only this version was fitted to his gauntlets enabling his to generate field of static electricity while still wielding two weapons. As his corruption grew the mechanism was replaced by the ability to generate the storm from within his own body, launching arcs of lightning towards his targets from upto several meters away. While not powerful enough to damage most armoured targets, these arcs of power were strong enough to incapacitate most unarmoured humanoids with only a few blasts.
I'm going to be out of town from tomorrow until next Monday, but should still have internet access so will continue to post. Just won't be quite as frequently.
You don't all have to look so relieved at once, y'know. :p
You don't all have to look so relieved at once, y'know. :p
Since Saf's implants were neural system taps designed to interface her with the shield projectors in her suit she's got no abilities right now, only random pain signals as the healing nerve endings settle into place.
And yes, Saf will continue to be confrontational and snippy to everyone for at least the next two to three days. XD
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