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Rabtorian wrote:How are ou going to balance out the space marines? Compared to nearly everything else they will be OP. Better be seeing plenty of glassing, NOVA bmobs, red matter, halos and maybe (If you are having them intejwct during the main story or something) an entire wave of S3's, even if they are only slightly better than stormtroopers.

Well, the star trek types can break out 8 syllable technobabble and use it to shut down all the power armor.

ineptus astartes wrote:Also, what is the obliterator virus?

It is a virus created by Chaos that fuses technology and organic tissue...
It was to origin of the Obliterator cults...

purplefood wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:Also, what is the obliterator virus?

It is a virus created by Chaos that fuses technology and organic tissue...
It was to origin of the Obliterator cults...

That would be an awesome way to make the Borg not get slaughtered by the Imperium, and would make for an interesting story.

General Seric wrote:

purplefood wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:Also, what is the obliterator virus?

It is a virus created by Chaos that fuses technology and organic tissue...
It was to origin of the Obliterator cults...

That would be an awesome way to make the Borg not get slaughtered by the Imperium, and would make for an interesting story.

I think the Mechanicus could generate some interesting technobabble and counter it...
Though a lot of people would die first...
Imagine this.
Flood+Borg+Obliterator virus...

Hmm... flood+Borg+obliterator virus. that would be pretty deadly until the mechanicus finds a way to counter it
btw i am just finishing up with chapter two.

expect massive Borg-bashing



also borg larvae nurseries and queens are true

Severus’s face contorted in rage. “you- you- you, abominations!” he spat “you dare even consider that you could best the imperium?”
He raged. “Warp take you!”

In the privacy of his helmet, Laertes allowed himself a savage grin.









The “Borg” closed communications.

The massive wrought adamantium gates to the bridge hissed open, and the rest of the squad entered. Devastator Demosthenes, carrying a heavy bolter over his shoulder and a meltagun magna clamped to his backpack with no visible discomfort. Tactical marines Vallidus, Helvetvitus, Darius, Sorkin, Ladon and Julius all carried boltguns while special weapons operator Damascus cradled a flamer in both arms. Severus opened his mouth to speak but Demosthenes interrupted. “We heard the exchage over the VERDANT CRUSADER’s speakers The other battle brothers are still unconscious, the librarian, techmarine, and apothecary also.”

Severus’s face went hard “let us recite the litany of battle.”

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The marines waited at the blast door that led to the docking bay, Laerte’s visor’s audio input pinged, and multiple heat signatures were converging on the blast door, dozens of them. Sergeant Severus nodded to Helvetvitus; and the marine slammed a melta charge on the door, and dove back. Demosthenes laying on the floor racked the mechanism for his heavy bolter. The door blew open.
Laertes wasted no time peering into the misty gloom beyond, but simply charged through, the first Borg in his path regarded him coldly though a glowing red eyepiece. Laertes depressed the bolter’s trigger, and with a cough the machine spirit sent a .75 caliber explosive shell sailing through the air punching through said eyepiece, and turning the creatures head into an unrecognizable mass on top of a truncated neck. Arterial spray painted dark circles on the astartes’s breastplate.


Laertes fired a three-round burst into the chest, neck, and head of the next creature, blasting viscera and gore, all over the landscape. The next up opened its mouth and uttered a single word. “Adapting.” A blue shield rolled down its body. The marine put a bolt in its throat for its troubles.

Soon though the steady rumble of Demosthenes’ heavy bolter silenced the melee . Severus wasted no time kicking the door open, and revving the chainsword clutched in his left hand swung the weapon in a brutal sideways arc, messily disemboweling the Borg on the other side, and turning another into little more than a burning skeleton with his plasma pistol. Three others were rendered down into chunks of bloody meat by the heavy bolter.

That’s when a Borg stepped from a side passage, and fired some sort of energy weapon at Darius. His armor took the blast full on and it did nothing more than blacken the Aquila on his chest plate, casually, Darius reached out, and broke the thing’s neck.

A steady tramping filled the hallways and almost a hundred Borg turned the corner
The voice of Damascus cried out. “Cleansing flame!” and a pillar of fire shot from the flamer. The things were easily hosed down by the white hot stream and bathed in burning promethium while the pyromaniacal marine waded through the maelstrom cackling in delight.
“BURN, HERETICS!” he screamed. the other marines stomped through the hell, to a door on the far wall.

The door was quickly kicked open, and the astartes stamped through weapons raised. But there were no Borg in this room, simply row upon row of hammocks. Severus peered into one, chainsword raised. What the astartes had been expecting was not what he saw. A human baby lay in the crib, but with obvious Borg implants, the thing gurgled up at the space marine. Severus stared at it coldly, the chainsword snarling to life and descending into the crib in a spray of blood. The sergeant turned toward his men
“commence purgatus.” As one the space marines clamped the bolters to their backs and drew their combat knives.

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Laertes left the grub room after he had completed his work. Wiping the blood off of the three-foot long adamantium spike, he returned it to its sheath. Severus looked up at him
“brother laertes, I overheard something through the ducts. These things have queen.”
“sir?”
as far as I can tell, it functions something like the tyranid synapse beasts, kill it and-”

“And the whole group starts to lose connections with each other.” Laertes finished.

“Exactly” replied Severus “were going to split up, one man to a passage and comb the ship.”
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Laertes had been searching the ship for ten minutes now, and was beginning to grow unnerved. He had not run into half as many Borg as he had expected, and judging by the explosions and righteous battle cries emanating throughout the ship, his brothers were finding their fair share of foes to kill in His name.

Without warning a voice spoke up not 40 meters away. The marines lyman’s ear picked up every word as he advaced

“What do you mean, you cannot adapt to there weapons?” raged a female voice
a flat monotone answered it “they use projectile weapons.”

The queen replied in controlled anger. “So, you cannot assimilate some gun wielding zealots?”
The drone didn’t reply. It is hard to reply when a three-foot long blade is lodged in your skull.
The queen stumbled back in terror as the drone crumpled to the ground and the astartes advanced in long strides. The queen was backed up against a immense pit with a massive whirring fan midway down undoubtedly powering the life support

“Gun wielding zealot am I?” he roared
The queen went wide-eyed. “ N-no don’t hurt me!”
Laertes laughed behind his helmet “oh I’ll do wore than HURT you!”

The queen screamed as the astartes viciously planted a power armored boot in her chest with the force of a speeding train, sending here falling toward the massive fan blade two hundred feet below.

Laertes watched as the blood streaked fan blades continued to spin before voxing the sergeant “Objective completed, command element neutralized.”

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Loads of Comments doesn't mean something is good. I'd suggest asking for Criticism more than posting I NEED COMMENTS. I'd suggest using a Spell Checker.

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Sorry about that but still Don't PM when a new chapter is up.

K

the next chapter will be extra long but i may have to work on it for a while

NOTE: This will also be posted on fanfiction.net.

Good job i like it. Keep working on it!

chapter 5 is going up soon

sorry about the shortness I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel for ideas at the moment i'll try to mack chapter 5 longer

also.

for a more streamlined version check it out at fanfiction.net
my username is "the thousandth son"

btw in chapter six you will be introduced into the more humorous parts of the story

who do YOU think should be the most...eccentric?

1 chaplain 2 techmarine 3 tech-priest 4 apothcary 5 librarian

Onboard the enterprise captain Picard was debating what to do, when Data’s voice cut through his thoughts

“Sir the Borg sphere is detaching.”

Picard’s eyes went to the screen, where sure enough the sinister circle was drifting away.

Picard furrowed his brow.
“Mr. Worf, energize phasers and photon torpedoes.”
“Energizing.”
Without warning one of the turrets, on the massive warship, a black, double-barreled, blue-ribbed affair swiveled and blasted the Borg ship into pieces with an almighty blue flash.

Several crewers gasped. Picard stared as hundreds of smaller turrets fired into the wreckage.

“sir!” said Worf in a disbelieving tone “that single shot was over three trillion gigawatts!”
Picard was awestruck “three TRILLION? “He asked

“yes.” replied the klingon “that energy blast had the same power density and heat of a star!”

this worried Picard, why would these aliens need such devastating weaponry? “Mr. Worf, how many of those emplacements are there?”

After a moment the reply came. “Twenty six, sir.”

Picard was dumbfounded, with that may weapons alone; one could turn the surface of a small planet to glass!
He didn’t realize how right he was

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Khorne berserker Demogorgon brought down his chainaxe on the first klingon to enter the Grimhound’s access port. Cackling evilly, the World Eater traitor marine gleefully watched the blood, viscera and bone fragments spatter his scarlet armor. He raised his bolt pistol, thrust it into his enemy’s face and pulled the trigger, sending a welter of crimson ichor into the air. He paid only a little attention to the next one before killing, simpley it noting the disgusting ridged head and poorly made armor. Wrenching the churning weapon out of the corpse he thundered down the passage and kicked open the door.
Orcus raised his two handed bastard sword, and hacked off the head of a klingon raising a phaser rifle at him.
“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!” he screamed, his voice carrying an edge that hinted at insanity.

“SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!” he raged. In the non-privacy of his mind, he couldn’t believe what poor fighters these things were. And they believed themselves warriors! He would show them the true meaning of the word.
giving in completely to bloodletter possessing him he gave a bestial howl and charged a platoon of the xenos.

The Armageddon Knight sailed through space on misty blue drive exhausts, its massive bulk showing clearly the brutal weapons fixed on to the hull. But war was the last thing on lord admiral Lupine El Grayson’s mind right now, all that was on his mind was worry. Worry at were they were. Worried why their astropath had suddenly gone unconscious and the lunar class cruiser’s, obviously, disgruntled machine spirit had frozen and was not able to map the local space.
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Warboss bigtoof flashgunz stared out at space, and at the rapidly approaching planet that his hulk, killroozas, onslaughtz, ravagerz, savagez, rammaz, terror shipz and roks were accelerating towards eager to fight once again.
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Deep in space an ancient conscience awoke, on a dead planet. The death god opened it's eyes.
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In the void an insatiable hunger stirred, the Norn-queen looked at her starving children and willed her narvahals to awake.
And in the deep blue of the webway they prepared to slake her thirst.

Thats cool!

thenoobbomb wrote:Thats cool!

Why, thank you!



next chapter shall be put on hold for a week or two (i am searching for a good school)

I like the sfere of the book