((WIP)) ((Edit: Still WIP)) Anyone want some kind of relationship with a Techmarine Primarch? Friend or Enemy or w/e
Also can i have Knight Titans as part of my legion or attached as part of the Mechanicus?
Name: Gavlan, The War-Smith, Renown Engineseer of Novarupta
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Novarupta - Disignation Dead World (formerly: Forge World) Much like Mars the Novarupta was run by the Mechanicus who had degenerated into a Technocracy where machines where meant to serve the techpriests rather than the reverence like that of mars. The people running the factories where little more than slaves imported from the surrounding feudal worlds which where kept in a state of medieval perpetual war. The endless wars on these worlds supplied the many thousands of slaves to the Novarupta forges. The planet itself is plunged into eternal night by the thick choking atmosphere of acrid exhaust and toxic fumes.
Alignment: Chaos Undivided (Note: Gavlan was (or will be) excommunicated due to use of Forbidden technology)
Fate: Flees to the Eye of terror with the Hereteks in tow, along with many forbidden technological artifacts. Galvan is also severely wounded during the Siege of Terra requiring extensive augmentations to survive.
Appearance: Gavlan stands at about 11'2 much like his siblings, but this is his only major similarity. When not covered by his armor Gavlan often wears robes that are very similar to the robes of a techpriest to cover his extensive cybernetic modifications. The majority of his enchancments are more subtle than that of the Mechanicus with most augments being covered over by skin but if one looked closely they could see machines moving and working underneath. These machines mostly make it so that he does not need nutrition or sleep as often as his siblings, being more than able to function normally for weeks on end without tiring. The machines also give his drastically increased durability, while his organs may become damaged the machines pumping or cleaning his blood are much more robust. Beyond this he has extra limbs attached to his spine, two thick tendrils of synthetic muscle and cable bound in adamantium hang from his shoulder blades and wired to his spine to be directly controlled by Gavlan's thoughts. The tendrils end in four pronged clamps ((like the sentinels from the matrix)) that can grip with enough force to crack ceramite.
Wargear: The Hammer of Novarupta - A large power maul with a shortened haft to make it a one handed weapon. Crafted by Gavlan himself
Deus-Machina - A heavily modified Stormblade super heavy tank. It is fitted with a massive plasma blast cannon and several side mounted heavy bolters and las-cannons. The tank is noticeably larger than its sibling Stormblades as it supports Ion shields like that of the Knight titan and a much more powerful generator to fuel the energy demands of the plasma cannon and shields. Atop the primary turret sits a command throne where Galvan will be wired into the tank's vox and auspex sensors.
Skills: Engineseer - He is not a psyker in the traditional sense but is very adept at communing with the machine spirit, while this makes him an excellent Techmarine his use of this ability earns him displeasure from the Mechanicus based on Mars, as he is often overpowering the will of the machine spirit and forcing it to function rather than offering it prayer and reverence.
Augments - Thanks to seveal sensory implants he is able to pick up and process more information than most, sights and sounds are enhanced and processed more completely than that of even a Primarch. These implants also grant him the ability to communicate in Binary with techpriests or techmarines with the proper implants.
Personality: Gavlan is actually quite jovial most of the time, laughing at himself or absurd stories like a drunkard. He is also somewhat of a rabble rouser. he is often found stirring trouble by riling up his siblings, or trying the Emperor's temper. However once the situation is serious or he is on the battlefield he becomes as cold and methodical as any of the Mechanicus.
Galvan however hardly spends time outside of his private workshop. He endlessly tinkers and modifies everything from Imperial guard tactical helmets to the Baneblade in the center of the workshop that has been fully stripped by Galvan alone as he seeks to improve the machine, Already proposing several new Baneblade patterns to his mobile factories.
History: Galvan was dropped on the toxic Forge world of Novarupta, he was found by a low ranking member of the Technocracy and raised as if he where the enginseer's own child. The Enginseer was one of the many on Novarupta who did not follow the restrictions that had governed the Mechanicus as strictly as those on mars. Galvan grew in this environment tinkering and exploring machines constantly developing a bond with the machine spirit that was unmatched even by the most senior techpriests.
Galvan entered the Technocracy younger than any had before, but those Enginseers who had known Galvan where surprised it took him as long as it did. Galvan however cared little for the hierarchy or who controlled the most productive forges, and cared even less for the politics around such petty squabbles. He preferred to experiment in his workshop. He produced many patterns of tanks, armor, generators, water pumps etc. that far surpassed those of his so-called superiors.
The Tecnocrats where happy to let him toil away in his workshop as they knew if Galvan decided to he could wrest control of the forges away from whomever he pleased. Galvan began research into deeper and forbidden technologies that even the priests of Novarupta dared not explore. He worked on producing machines that could think for themselves. He started on a very small scale, producing little more than mechanical rodents who could think on a very basic level. His advances grew slowly for years, even while the Emperor's great fleet burned across the galaxy reclaiming his siblings. The Enginseers of Novarupta began fearing the ever advancing artificial intelligence coming from Galvan's laboratories. When they started sending Skittari Units they where met by autonomous gunturrets that scythed them down.
Galvan began tinkering with a suit of armor from one of the feudal worlds near by, little more than a shell to house the machinery and intelligence of his artificial army. It was a primitive contraption, with only a simple las-gun built into it wrist and crude routines dictating its behavior. Galvan turned his few forges to mass produce the simple robots. The robots where not truly sentient, but he was close and he could feel it. As his autonomous army grew the Technocracy began trying to force him out and destroy the forges, but his army was growing faster than even the might of their tanks or Skitarii legions could destroy.
Galvan ignored the war raging outside his workshop, endlessly tinkering with the brain of his autonomous legion trying to successfully create a new form of life that was entirely mechanical. As he was nearing his goal the forces of the technocracy fell and the planet was Galvan's, but he didn't even notice. Nor did he notice the Emperor and his dropships arrive at the planet and begin slaughtering the Automatons.
It was a slow grueling war that Galvan was entirely oblivious to until the Emperor and a several squads of terminators marched into his workshop and destroyed the first and only truly intelligent being created by Galvan. Galvan was furious and attacked the emperor, but was quickly subdued as he was wearing nothing but a simple robe and fought with his fists and augmented limbs.
The Emperor forced Galvan to abandon his research and utilize the Iron Legion, now named the Nova Guard, to continue the conquest of the galaxy. He agreed but resented the Emperor for destroying his work and forcing him into such a tedious pursuit of conquest, he had accidentally conquered a forge world in a year without any direct involvement and resisted the full might of the Emperor for weeks.
when he claimed his Legion he re-ignited the Forges of his home and turned them to produce the Star Forge, stripping factories and reducing the entirety of the planet's surface to useless stone in the construction. For years his legion did nothing but take the small feudal planets surrounding the forge world and train and grow their ranks as Galvan constructed the gargantuan ship. When it was complete he left the forge world behind stripped bare, making his legion fleet based and only taking recruits from planets they stop at or conquer.
Relations: Talvyrn - close brothers (to be detailed) Ophiuchi - Distrusting of his sorcery, very strained relationship Farah - Hated siblings
High in orbit above Orvus II on the great Star-Forge ship Galvan and Farah, along with their aides, huddle around a great war-map of the largest hive city. Techpriests and servitors have been running casualty projections and tactical scenarios for hours, increasingly trying Farah's patience but Galvan insists repeatedly stating in a cold dead voice, "we will not repeat the Alerous disaster" where a great many Nova guard where slain. With several more reports coming from the tactical cogitators the best combat scenario hovers around 25% losses of imperial army forces and 10% losses for the Marines. In response to the new data Galvan simply replies "Unacceptable" which also means to run several more calculations which will take at least an hour.
It was at that point that Farah had walked onto the bridge, her sandled feet barely making a noise, regardless of her heavy form. "I see we are taking in the situation brother. What is it you are deciding for Orvus II? Will we drop the our children into their streets, show them our power and make them bow before us?" She grinned a bit and cracked her knuckles, and began look over the same scenarios that Galvan was looking at. She flicked her hand across the screen a few times, and moved around a few positions of the troops before standing back. "There." The screen now read 7% losses for Astartes, and 19% for Imperial Army. "That's better."
Galvan studied the modifications, letting his own cogitators crunch the numbers, it was better to be sure. 7% however was still far too high in his opinion, it would be weeks to replace the tanks and such alone much less the numbers. With out glancing up from the map he asked "Population estimate of hive?" and waited a moment before the number came up, 1.8 Billion people in the city. He grunted, a smallish hive, would probably be rebuilt and populated at least as many in a few years. Despite the fact that taking the hive would take weeks, if not months of slow costly fighting. "No" he said in the impossible calm of a techpriest, "we raze the city, orbital bombardment"
Farah stopped dead in her tracks, slowly turning towards Galvan, and slowly walked over towards him, a hand grabbing his shoulder to turn him towards her. "What? You cannot do that. The losses are more than acceptable, and more than likely off.. That is a standard idea, and you know our Astartes always out perform the predictions." She stared him in the eyes, to see if there was any inclination that he might change his mind. "Galvan, you can't be serious, this is our purpose. TO fight for the Imperium. Not sit here and watch bombs blow up billions of civilians."
Galvan stared he down while dismissing the HUD displays of Farah's heart rate and other vitals, he knew he was upsetting her but it wasn't the point. He sighed and started calling up various numbers in his head even though part of him knew Farah could care less about them. he started spouting them off rapid fire "65% of the population are combatants, at minimum, we will at minimum kill 4 billion enemy combatants and civilians while taking this planet. which will take about a year depending on their resilience. razing this city will save us months, only add 25% to the planets casualties and possibly end the war now if it breaks their spirit... its the most logical decision" he knew it wouldn't help even after he said it, but he hoped it would, it was his sister after all.
She didn't move, she simply looked once more at the scrolling statistics. "Give a show of force then." She looked over the map, and pulled up a single area it was hot with military activity, obviously one of the enemies main locations. "Fire here, destroy this base.. Then.. See if they still want to fight. Show them we are willing to kill them all without mercy, but give them a chance. There are billions of combatants? Billions of potential recruits, for the army, and our sons and daughters alike."
'billions of slaves for the forges' flashed through his mind, followed by thoughts of his artificial army. a new soldier at least as powerful as a space marine but only taking days to produce rather than years... If only father could understand... Galvan shook his head, "its too small, they are a resistance force, not a true military. They have splinter cells in every hive and bases all over the planet. destroying the isolated bases would only remove... 30% of the fighting ability." he finally said, his voice touched with a hint of annoyance which is extremely uncharacteristic.
"You can try, it won't hurt to try. Galvan, I'm not going to let you do this." Farah spoke through clenched teeth as her grip tightened on her brother's shoulder. "I won't let you." She said it more like it was already a fact, than if she was threatening. She knew she was on his ship, but that didn't matter to her. "Listen to me, Father found me long before you, I have seen more... Trust in my judgement."
Galvan's eye twitched, only a fraction of a centimeter, but enough to be seen as he recalled how his legion was decimated when Rebels used nukes to blast the marines from their planet. only recently has he brought his legion back from the brink of extinction. He pulled away from her and stood facing the helm of his ship, looking out at the real surface of the planet. He produced a burst of static white noise, a command in binary code to several of his aides and servitors that Farah didn't understand. he looked at the floor of the hull "i'm sorry Farah, it must be done" he said at the same time commands began circulating on the vox to spin up the orbital bombardment weapons.
Without even a thought Farah's feet carried her to stand at her brother's back. Immediately her hand was on the back of Galvan's neck, and wrenched him backwards, and down so that his knees were bending. This was followed by a blow from Farah's fist across her brother's mouth, and nose to send him down onto the floor at her feet. "You fool! Idiot! Condemning them to die without even a chance to surrender! Sitting in your ship, and blasting them from orbit.. Coward!" She growled through her teeth, her fist raising again as she prepared to pummel Galvan's features further.
Surprised at the extremity of Farah's actions he didn't have the chance to react, but his mechanical tentacles clamped down onto the hull and pushed him up even while he brought up his hands to block any farther blows from his sister. Being accused of cowardice stung rather deeply however. "Cease your attack sister, it is done" he said once he regained his feet, even as he said the words dozens of heavy bombers where streaking towards the planet's surface while battleships and cruisers aligned themselves to start the bombardment.
"It's not done, you can stop it right now!" She swung her fist once more, but a member of the Nova guard had grabbed her arm. Slowly she turned her head, and stared at the Marine who had dared to touch her. Her fist was a blur as she cracked him across the jaw and sent him sprawling across the floor, the single punch rendering him unconscious. She then immediately turned to deliver that punch she had about to render unto her brother.
Galvan sighed as one of his marines was struck, he would live... probably, but he noticed Farah begin to turn back towards him. She was going to attack him again, he was sure, so he lashed out with one of the octopus arms trying to coil it around his sister's arm, rendering it immobile. With his arms of flesh he covered his face to catch the blow if his mechanical arm was too slow. He also heard a binary report that the bombers had started their attack run but the orbital cannons had not started yet.
As her arm became immobilized she frowned, and reached over to grab the tendril, and squeeze it till it shattered if he didn't stop her. Her eyes narrowed a bit. "Stop the bombardment now. Galvan, listen to the common sense I am giving you."
Galvan was becoming increasingly frustrated at the confrontation, 'why didn't she understand, they are just slav- Civilians.' Galvan thought to himself. 'All this could be avoided if FATHER would let me continue my research...' Suddenly furious he shoved Farah hard with both arms and one of his mechanical limbs sending her sliding away several feet on the smooth hull. "Begin the bombardment" he said with a fiery edge to his voice that Farah had never heard before.
For a moment, she was surprised, but only for a moment. And as the order to begin the bombardment was issued from Galvan's lips, she looked towards the planet. "I see." She slowly shook her head and started to walk from the bridge. "We will leave as soon as possible, and I will return to my fleet." She stops before leaving. "What a cowardly child of our father you turned out to be Galvan. Maybe you should have gone the way of the Ninth legion."
Galvan whorled on his sister, "You don't understand!" he shouted furious, now crossing the line of uncharacteristic to out right bizarre. "I have taken dozens of systems for father, one leaving my legion in ruin... there is a better w-.." he stopped himself before he said more knowing it would earn more rage from his sister and Father would surely hear of it if he said more. "I will not condemn my legion to ruin again, call it cowardice if you will.. but you are wrong"
She pushed the door open. "No you'll just condemn them, and yourself to being the very thing we seek to safeguard the Imperium against." Moving swiftly through the doors she let them shut behind her.
Galvan ground his teeth and turned to watch the main batteries pummel the hive to ash. He watched for several moments pondering the exchange, maybe she didn't know about the Artificial Intelligence project, maybe father wouldn't hear of that... the Emperor would scold him for razing a hive but that would pale in comparison to the fury the Emperor would bring if he caught wind of the project. He left the bridge and descended into his workshop, trying to remember his old research as he pulled a suit of terminator armor apart.
Legion Name: The Nova Guard (Formerly: The Steel Legion)
Legion Number: XX
Legion Strength: Fleet Based, No legion home world 60,000 Marines 10,000,000 Imperial Guard 500,000 Mechanicum auxillery (mostly Skitarii) Large Orbital fleet: 1 Starforge Super-Heavy Battleship (for size see Abyss) The Starforge is a titan unparalleled in the Imperium, supporting a small city within its hull and many factories that manufacture tanks and munitions on the move making re-supply from the Mechanicus rare, acting as a mobile Forgeworld and shipyard as well as the home of the entire XXth legion. (On the Starforge) 20,000 Marines 500,000 Imperial Navy 100,000 Mechanicus 500,000 Factory Labor
2 Emperor Class Battleships (mostly fitted to be Carriers of attack craft) 4 Exorcist Cruiser (also attack craft carriers) 12 Overlord Battlecruisers +support and smaller escort vessels
Armor Appearance:
Warcry: "Leave no stone atop another!"
Important Figures: WIP Senior Techmarine Senior Librarian (and some more)
Tactics/Roles: Vehicle specialists, primarily siege and orbital tactics. They will combine Artillery and orbital bombardment with an ever advancing line of tanks and other combat vehicles to grind an enemy to dust. They combine their forces heavily with the Imperial Guard making an unstoppable wall of tanks and super-heavy tanks and a few Knight Titans. Because of this they have relatively few dedicated infantrymen, the Infantry marines are generally paired with many Imperial Guard soldiers, 5 Marine squad is usually paired with a 30 man platoon of guardsmen.
Traits/Ideology: The Nova Guard are a cold bunch, their armor only being painted a simple base coat and grudgingly given some aesthetic trim. Which was only done at the Emperor's express order. They have a larger proportion of Techmarines than any other Legion who all train under the Techpriests of Novarupta rather than the more common training on mars. This gives them a quirk when compared to the Martian Techmarines. The nova Guard Techmarines are much less respectful of the great machines they work with, often forcing the machine spirit to work rather than offering prayers. The few Martian Techpriests that have joined the Legion are often disgusted by the practice, but work closely after battle when each and every Techmarine and priest work to restore the machine spirit to its ideal.
the many Techmarines and priests, many of whom take after their Primarch, endlessly tinker with augments or machinery. Because of this a great deal of custom wargear has been distributed among the legion, some even making it into the hands of the Imperial Army attachments.
"Why did you join Chaos?" "Because Chaos is awesome." "Because fuck the Emperor." "Oh, I just like the term Warp Smith :D" "... Well... I guess we all have our reasons."
Anyways, @All, expect at least some CS guides to go live today at some point.
I picked the particular flavor of chaos based on the term warp Smith.
Equipment: Dual Heavy Blaster Pistol (low fire rate, high damage) Gauntlet Mounted rocket launcher Gauntlet Mounted Disruptor pistol Thermal detonator x1 Heavy environmental armor Large jet pack (does not grant flight, allows high speed, long jumps and limited hovering)
Abilities Marksman: 8 Explosives: 2 Melee: 2
Other Skills: Stealth - specifically good at creeping up on unwary targets before launching a heavy attack Hit and Run - Skilled at launching brutal assaults and leaving before the target can retaliate Fire on the move - Skilled at firing accurately while moving at high speed Disposal - knowledge of how to dispose of corpses via disintegration (disruptor weapon)
Personality: Avix is a gruff veteran who rejoices in combat and bloodshed. He does respect other warriors who have proven themselves but holds most other people in passive contempt. He is a violent man who will incite trouble when possible, and will even start fights between his allies to establish a pecking order based on strength rather than rank.
Otherwise Avix is a dependable Merc, he will accomplish any mission he takes or die trying. He picks difficult missions to kill targets who are very experienced warriors to prove his ability as a great fighter.
Xsar sat in his multi-colored throne through the display of the Guardian and his power, he wasn't even interested in the exchange much less surprised. He sat pondering the events and how the inevitable civil war will unfold, his theories of what might happen began to descend into madness quickly but the surface of it seemed to be a sure thing already. Several Gods laying claim to the throne, old rivalries and petty squabbles sparking the tinder to war.. He smirked to himself, which was of little consequence as the other gods have to contain their emotions and expressions. Xsar did not, his insanity being the perfect cover for any slipped expression... so he didnt even try any longer, a serious expression on his face was far more suspect than an amused smirk.
The best part of this godly civil war was his position, and to an extent Janin's. While they may not be loved by many of the others they are hardly viewed as a threat. Xsar displayed this handily during the first civil war, applying military pressure to both sides randomly. Never committing a serious force or engaging in the major battles. Except when it came to capturing the goddess of Knowledge a few years ago.
In an instant his childish smirk switched to pained sadness, not at her death as the rest of their family had mourned, but at her enslavement. He hated that he had to enslave her in such a way... but he had to know about his enemy, about the Maruk, he had to KNOW. His eyes flashed wide in sudden fury that evaporated a moment later as he realized that there was some debate happening around him. He glanced up again, having entirely missed the gods talking over the last few moments.
Seemed like the fishy god was probably jockeying for position again, and Azzy threw his hat into the ring for king.
He hopped up in the throne and stabbed a finger at Azo'tet "You can't be king!" he shouted at the top of his voice "It would be too depressing." before turning to Aesis "and you can't either, you are way to Fishy" and promptly sitting back down wondering if anyone else would catch his double meaning of fishy... and hoping he could piss off Aesis enough to start a fight so the guardian would smack him around. He beamed at Aesis looking happy as could be, mostly to just get under his skin a little more.
