Steel Legion

The Grim Dark Future

Sorry for disappearing. Work was just one overtime after another which i had to do because im a trainee supervisor.

Anyways. Would you be interested in breaking out of this RP into a group one where we both GM and we collect a few other players?

While ive had free time ive been making a custom chapter. So if we could split that 50/50 with your ideas we can come up with a custom chapter.

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What ive found works well with these kinds of RPs is a similar approach to 4chans game "chapter master". You basically generate a chapter from a list of traits like in a civ game, and then the game says stuff like "a space hulk appears, do you investigate?" This works best in an episodic structure where you have an enemy of the week, and these best appear when the chapter is moving around, rather than as a static fortress. A bit like how scooby doo always is moving around inthe mystery machine to different towns.

Heavenly Steel // Black Peace

Sorry wip.

𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢

I am interested in this.

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@akula2ssn I have a hankering to play a space marine. But i also want to field the idea that we play a squad of space marines. From the same custom chapter.

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Feels outa nowhere.

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A strange noble indeed

Terrance Allsinger

[19:00 Hours]

Terrance was listing badly as he walked up the cobblestone street somewhere upper hive. He giggled to himself as it seemed like the pavement was weaving too and frow underneath foot, but he knew it was just him. He'd drunk his fair share of amasec tonight and was now having trouble keeping up with Stannek and the rest of them. Stannek was talking:

"... and then we'll hit the den up in highloft and drink all their best amasec, and to round out the night we'll get some joygirls, i hear from my brother that they have new Cadian girls!! Fwoor, lets see if Cadia has royalty!!"

Lancelot who was still managing to keep up with Stannek despite his rotund nature let out a coo of excitement.

Terrance smiled weakly "i hope you arnt going to take all the good ones, like last time Stannek..."

"Well that depends on if i get there first, ComeOoon!" Said Stannek as he took out his snuff box and deposited a small amount on his wrist-thumb before snorting it.

Just then Terrance looked upon what seemed to be a small pile on the street. His mind slowly built the picture of what he was seeing.

What he saw

It was an old man. Injured and sitting by the streetside on some form of cart. The man, who was half asleep just sat there, and saluted Terrance. He didnt ask for anything, he didnt speak he just looked. His bandages looked brown and sodden.

Tears welled up and Terrance began to sob and sob and sob, he realised he was standing still.

Then he felt Stannek tug at his shoulder. "ComeOon, whats this? Crying? Dont be a BORE Allsinger! Throne!... How about we get you some kalma when we're at the den?"

Terrance regained his composure "yes, some kalma must be what i need... sorry."

As he ambled on his mind began playing a song, as it always did when he was stressed.

The Song

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53rd Havelock Brutalists

Trooper Farrell

[19:00 Hours]

Trooper Farrell trudged through the dusty vehicle park where several "Drastics"* had been vehicle pooled. In the background there were several troopers huddling round a ration-lamp warming their food and there was a vehicle radio left on.

The floor was made dusty from the promethium gaslights that lit the courtyard. Farrell looked up and several of the overhead pipes and ducts had several imperial Aquila flags hanging from them, some were being newly installed by a group of 53rd Troopers. The fighting had been sporadic and unpredictable. The cult that ran the place had taken over the promethium junction control some years ago. However the victory almost seemed trite, most of the leadership had moved out along with most of their equipment leaving only a token force of their bravest and stupidest and most suicidal followers. Farrell walked into the red brick promethium junction control bunker to deliver his message to the brass and crossed through the open blast doors that were flanked either side by grenadiers with Lucious pattern lasguns, the sentries were still but their eyes flicked back and forth surveying all who entered the building. He took a right turn down a hallway with the grease stain on the wall, several attendants and batmen were busy bringing in equipment such as maps and radio cases to be checked over, one such wore a slate monotron on his left arm while others carried clipboards. He eventually found the room the officers were in.

The two door guards eyed him up and he entered. One had a Lucious and the other had a Plasmagun. They seemed to recognize him and he entered wordlessly. He could see that their pressure helmets lenses were lit up blue, most likely with intel on himself from the HUD. A young man with blonde hair came up to him with a clipboard, the name-patch on his jacket said "Trooper Keen". He spoke lazily "state your name and business."

"Trooper Farrell, squad seven, come to deliver intel recovered from enemy leader."

Keen just looked down on his clipboard and made a tick with his pencil. "Right, report to your L-T."

Farrell clicked his heels toghether as he stood to attention, then departed. On a small wooden desk on the left side was his Lieutenant: Douglas Orr who was reading something while a few other attendants and sergeants buzzed around him. In the middle of the room he caught a glimpse of "Fighting Man" himself, he was giving a speech to a few commissioned officers. He strained his ears to catch what was being said by his deep voice.

"... which is precisely why we need Duct B hubwards up and running and any shrines cleared out, with the emphasis on pacification..."

Then he looked back to Lieutennant Orr who was now sat up and looking at him. He moved off towards the L-T.

"Lets have it lad." Said Lieutennant Orr

"Trooper Farrell, squad seven. We just cleared out the east wing, minimal resistance, recovered this intel."

He reached into his ammunition pocket and took out a largeish velum tome. It appeared to have been made out of human skin. Rather disgustingly the user seemed to have collected one of every race he could find. The Lieutennant let two beats pass before he took it. He quickly dropped it on his desk with the tip of his fingers and then took a deep sigh. "Dismissed"

Farrell felt like a weight had been lifted from his heart and nearly skipped away.

*"Drastic"

Acastus pattern Chimera “Drastic”

The neighboring forge world to Havelock produces the Acastus pattern weapons from their Acastus STC files. While never in great supply the Chimera was nonetheless a familiar sight in Havelocks PDF. However the war with the greenskins hulked many such vehicles and forced the 53rd to hack together their remaining chassis and weapons to keep them up and running. Such vehicles have been termed “Drastics”. The average Drastic will mount the standard Acastus pattern low velocity gun; a sustained fire version of the Heavy Grenade Launcher and it is generally preferred to use a heavy flamer on the hull. Instead of mounting lasgun arrays on the hull, these have been removed in favor of firing slits, which allows the squads to fire their own weapons in safety, however as such it is not vac-sealed, which is a matter of little consequence considering they have the Hykon pattern pressure helm as standard issue.

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@akula2ssn
I'd be way down if Cardinal Frollo sought out Canute for a favour. Maybe this is like a flashback and the reason hes down there in the first place.

I have a few other embryonic character ideas in development. But i've noticed i quite like middle-ranking characters, but i suppose i should take a crack at some ultra-high-rankging like the Cardinal.

Edit: Also working on a chimera variant for the leftover vehicles they have.

Cowabunga: An Anthropomorphic Butt-Kicking Adventure

Actually come to think of it. Dr. Baxter is quite frightening. Even in human form. A genius intellect with a monomania about leaving his own fingerprint on history. This is actually quite dark.

Also you could experiment with other ninja weapons. What about a turtle that uses a different weapon?