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Warhammer 40K: Recovery in the Damocles Gulf.

mattmanganon said That being said, the Titan isn't the only thing that the Word Bearers are here for.

After all that, technically I am right. LOL.

I understand that the Warlord-class Titan is the ultimate warmonger.

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Ebil Bunny said
Name: Matthew TerrisonNickname: MattAge: 15Birthday: Jan 1Species: PhoenixHair Color: Dark BrownHair Style: Eye length and somewhat shaggyEye Color: BrownHeight: 5' 5''Markings: NoneBackground: Reincarnation. Found by elderly couple. Raised. Went to Kamasyia. Left. Got mind controlled. Forced to attack various places. Mind control broken. Wandered around. Kalmasyia Academy. Personality: Calm and collected. Well, most of the time. If something breaks his focus, it's broken and will take quite a while for him to calm down.Powers: Can morph into a flamey bird of awesomeness and can control fire. Maybe some other stuff later... :3Weapons: His fists?

He hasn't hit puberty yet... Maybe his looks will change for the better? :3

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Warhammer 40K: Recovery in the Damocles Gulf.

The weary dreadnought stood and awaited until the Inquisitor graced them with his presence. The doors of the ship opens as a set of Battle-Brothers from the Black Templars emerged. Lord Caius, hero of the Black Defiance in Tarsis Ultra. His worn, dented and scratched armor instills great inspiration that rallied his weary body into life. "Lord Arthus, welcome and may you bring glory to the Emperor." Arthus faced the Black Templar Lord and met him eye-to-eye before the decorated techpriest, respected and most feared by the enemies of the Imperium emerged with his two holy servants. Inquisitor Viqtor had arrived, bearing information at the mission that the group of warriors will partake. Viqtor took his time to observe and watch of the Brothers and Sisters around him-- his appearance seemingly intrigued at the mixture of forces that gathered. With haste, he began.

"Brothers, Sisters, Hammers of the Emperor, I have gathered you here for your mission briefing. As some of you may know, our former hive-world, Lorinos IV, located in the Damocles Gulf, was home to a giant Manufactorum. What you do not know is that during the construction of the manufactorum, drilling teams discovered a Warlord-class Titan, buried, we believe, during the Horus Heresy, dubbed Orphion. For a hundred years, our teams worked to get the Titan operational again. Then, during the Damocles Crusade, the filthy Xeno's destroyed the manufactorum, we believed that the Titan was lost with it... Until approximately 3 weeks ago, when we received a communication from a Tech-marine still alive inside of Orphion, claiming that repairs to the Titan are now complete..." Titan Orphion. Warlord-class. Even the mightiest Chapters in the Imperium could not instill fear compared to the Titan. It is the holiest relic ever produced by the Imperium capable of bringing retribution over our foes that dare to challenge the might of the Imperium. Titans are the magnificent creations of our Emperor.

"I... Doubt any of you have ever seen a Titan in action, but rest assured that it will go a long way to completing the Imperiums destiny." Arthus would normally address several of his issues within the mission briefing. However, the thought over Titan Orphion justified almost every single piece of problem that Arthus had until the Inquisitor brought forth the foul stenches of heresy. He could smell them, as much as Lord Cadellan could. It was almost as if Arthus himself would break out into a rage of zeal and fury inside of the ship. He began to broke himself into songs. As the Inquisitor began with the dire news, so did Arthus.

"His soldiers... Marceth on...
The xenos... We shall crush... and burn with our holy fire...
And the heretic and mutant... Shall never escape His ire...
We shall... Immolate... Their dead... Upon a holy pyre..."

The High Inquisitor said "It is by the power vested in the Inquisition, that i grant permission to retrieve the Titan from Lorinos IV, but not at the cost of the Non-Aggression treaty with the Tau Empire, as, for the moment, they have been deemed a necessary evil to further the goals of the Imperium. Any member of the army that unlawfully fires upon, or otherwise engages a member of their Empire in combat, shall immediately be branded with the Excommunicate Traitoris stamp, for damaging and possibly delaying the destiny that the Immortal God Emperor has laid out for Humanity."

"His soldiers... Triumph on...
They shall crush... The hated foe... Beneath their booted feet...
And he shall smile... His approval... From atop of His Golden Seat..."

Arthus nearly lost himself before the sound of Inquisitor Viqtor pierced through his weary ceramite armour and how he regretted upon this order. It was not enough, but there wasn't much that Arthus could do. "Fortunately, for us, it appears as though one of the Hives of the world is under assault from the followers of Chaos and the false-gods, we shall crush them first, before retrieving the Titan, we cannot let their filthy heresy even so much as bask in the glory of the Titan. So they must be dealt with first. We are fortunate that those Heretics and Xeno's have no idea of the existence of the Titan. And I pray to the Omnissiah that it stays that way. Are there any questions?" Arthus kept silent. The heretics had shown themselves within the presence of the holy Titan. They must be purged.

Tactical Briefing now came underway as the servant of Inquisitor Viqtor floated in front of the entire regiment. "As the Codex dictates, the first to attack will be our Assault and Tactical units via drop pods, dropping into battle to break the heretics back-- Followed closely by our Guardsmen aboard their great beasts. And finally, the Devastators and Armoured units." With the might of the Emperor, Viqtor shouted. "We shall descend upon the foes, we shall overwhelm them, WE SHALL LEAVE NONE ALIVE!" Comically, Arthus attempted to interrupt the momentum of the Inquisitor. He approached Viqtor and stood to look down to him.

"As the Head Chaplain... Of the Deathwatch... Inquisitor Viqtor... I request to be positioned... With the Assault and Tactical Squads... Where I can shower fury... And righteousness... Uninterrupted." Arthus awaits for the Inquisitor's reply.

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Sauron The Dark Lord said
I think if he was referring to the Titan a couple of things would occurs. A, the chaos would fight the Orkz instead of the Tau. B, He'd say the Titan instead of something hidden.

I think there would be more than just the Titan.

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Hello Bunneh! Glad that you came back as well ^^!

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Arthus

The hulking venerated dreadnought lumbers its metal feet that felt like deep beats of the drums that once saved him long ago. The Rosarius embedded to his chest, the jet black colour that brought reckoning to vile xenos and the fear mongering skull mask adorned the holy creature as it strays upon its consecrated path. The chatter of other battle-brothers before him was a more welcoming sound than the whispers of the dark gods looming inside of the warp. Even as he though of this, his mechanical voice began to broke itself into songs that lifted the Imperium of Man. "I hath seen... With my two eyes that he... Hath raised his wrathful hand. Glory ave Imperator..." A door opened behind him and several initiates of the Imperium began to fill in where they spoke among themselves upon their faith.

Arthus, disturbed by the quarreling among them followed after the group-- Brother Carthus leading them towards the chamber where they would be turned to Space Marines. "Emperor's Initiates..." Arthus let on. Brother Carthus noticed his presence and halted the advance of the initiates.

"Emperor's grace with you, Head Chaplain Arthus." Upon hearing the status of the Dreadnought, the Initiates immediately straightened themselves and saluted the iron veteran hastily.

"I've overheard... The raving of these initiates..." Its weary limbs fell close to the ground. He was disappointed about the spirit at which the initiates dedicated themselves on. While it was commendable that they had placed dedication to the God-Emperor, their whispering mouths placed doubt in Arthus. Brother Carthus seemed to have not mind about the initiates.

"They are initiates, Head Chaplain. They will learn to hone their faith and zeal in the name of the Emperor in due time. Rest assured." Brother Carthus needed to lead the Initiates as quick as he could. "Arthus, I must tend to these Initiates as quickly as I can. I shall speak with you again in another time." Arthus remained to stand there as Brother Carthus made his way off with the Initiates.

"Combat units, form in the main hangar." The vox-caster's sounded. Inquisitor Viqtor spoke personally over it, it must be an urgent and dire matter.

"All of His Glorious Armies... They shall not flee nor retreat..." Arthus continued to sing the Imperium's songs as he lumbered on further towards the Hangar. His powered feet now pouncing onto the metal floor of the ship and the exhaust pipes over him flared with fire as he moved to his maximum speed towards the Hangar. "Head Chaplain Gunther Arthus... Awaiting orders..." He arrived, but other battle brothers were already in place in the hangar. It seems that Arthus was late to be in the Hangar.

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DarkDissolver said
I might join *shrugs*

Okay.

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I wonder if there's going to be other people >.<

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mattmanganon said Try this one.

Perfect.

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*Name: Himura-no-Omikami
Nickname: Himura (general), Himura-chan (seems to only apply to Shira), Himmy.
*Age: 19
*Birthday: Real Birthday unknown, Accepts the 1st of January as his birthday.
Origin: Human, ascended to a god through Amaterasu
*Species: Japanese God of the Sun

Hair Color: Silver/White
Hair Style: Tidy and Spiky
Eye Color: Scorching Sky Blue
Skin Color: Pale White
*Height: 6' 1" ft.
Body Build: Muscular
*Markings: Tattoo of the Sun is imprinted on his back. It glows a bright light during the day, but stays red in the night.

*Background: A youngster with the experience of a full-fledged samurai warrior. A complicated story rests in this person. Himura has seen much in his young existence and it strikes him greatly to remember the past events. He was an orphan, a warrior. He is now a student and a deity looking for his place once again in the normal world, but is confined in a specifically designed for unnatural beings academy known as Kalmasyia. More of his story await.

*Personality: Although he often doesn't possess a particular personality, he has been known to be emotive and obsessive.

*Powers:
"Right Hand of the King"


This Power allows Himura to extract and use the Voids of his friends inside of their hearts as a weapon, whether it be usable or not. Extraction of Voids requires Himura to make eye contact with the recipient and the recipient must have some form of trust to Himura. Voids are a manifestation of an idea that has taken form, and usually resembles the personality of the person extracted.

"The Almighty Sun"


Himura, as a Sun God is able to use the ultraviolet rays of the sun to generate blinding levels of light, use it as a method of unlimited source of energy that improves his physical and mental capabilities including strength, reflex, speed and eye sight and Light Levitation. He is also known to be able to wield a form of pyrokinesis through nuclear fissioning.

Weapons: Himura technically uses his friends as his weapons. Should a weapon not be available to him, he is a competent fighter in Judo and a unique form of tachi-dori.