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For some reason i've been picturing a type of jungle tribesmen theme. Probably cause of some of the names having vowels at the end, and the orange on the Vet squads reminiscent of tigers or jungle cats.
Or i could just be off my rocker.

oh and I wanted to say that, even tho I've been on the site a few times before, i havent really gotten into it or registered until I started reading your stuff. great work

I was thinking about that too, but due to the ice world, I picture them pale.
They could be a semi tribal chapter, and have rituals etc

battle Brother Lucifer wrote:I was thinking about that too, but due to the ice world, I picture them pale.
They could be a semi tribal chapter, and have rituals etc

yeah the ice world + what I had pictured do clash quite a bit.
hasnt been causing me any trouble, but does make it a little more difficult to pin down a theme (at least for me)

They could look like the polish of medevil europe. XD

Random Extra wrote:For some reason i've been picturing a type of jungle tribesmen theme. Probably cause of some of the names having vowels at the end, and the orange on the Vet squads reminiscent of tigers or jungle cats.
Or i could just be off my rocker.

oh and I wanted to say that, even tho I've been on the site a few times before, i havent really gotten into it or registered until I started reading your stuff. great work

@Random Extra - Welcome to Dakka! Thanks man, I hope to see more comments from you in the future then!

@Asherian Command - I can't exactly picture what medieval polish were like but i'll look into it.



As for the tribal jungle pale ice blue eye comments, I can see where you would get that. I like the tribal idea, when I started working on the back ground before the story I wrote that very first post of mine. In it I talk about Shattermantle and the system it sits in. First of all, everyone on Shattermantle lives IN Shattermantle not on it. It is so cold that all of the industry and hives are underground. So that totally fits in with the pale aspect. Now on the other hand, in the system that the Ice Angels come from there are a plethora of space born "tribes" that live off of the natural creatures that roam the asteroid fields in space. Each tribe controls a section of the asteroid field and every so often they meet at an ancient space station and hold games, the winners tribe is granted more territory until the next game and the winner becomes an Ice Angel, which is of course a HUGE honor. I pictured the rest of the Ice Angel initiates to come from the other planets in the system along with a fair amount coming from the Industrial underhives of Shattermantle.

So we have on one hand a group of marines coming from nomadic space tribes on the other hand we have a group of marines who come from all walks of life from the hive cities. Maybe the babylonian named marines are from the space tribes and the others are from the more civilized sections of the system. The more pale blue eyed marines could easily be from the planet while the others could be from the tribes.

Thoughts?

If you have multiple tribes, you can have different skin, hair, and eye tones
Under-Shattermantle dwellers could be blue eyed and pale.
Or vise versa (I'm confused, first you say pale would fit with under the planet, then you said pale + blue eyes could easily be from the tribes )



Also, Ice, I am planning on writing a big fluff story about how each of my GMS marines came to be together, and sadly I have forgotten the name of the marine you swapped with me. I know you put it in one of your stories, so I'll go look.

Found it: Deemethresi

I fixed my post. Maybe i should create a dual culture chapter instead of trying to settle on one. That could be fun. Pale blue eyed marines from the planet and the tribal guys.

Don't you mean multi cultural
(I don't think every tribe would look the same, unless all the planets in the system are exactly the same)

battle Brother Lucifer wrote:Don't you mean multi cultural
(I don't think every tribe would look the same, unless all the planets in the system are exactly the same)

multi culteral, yes that is what i meant lol.

The planets are not all the same in the system, but I don't think the tribes will be necessarily tied to the planets. Either way, we can make the tribes all different. They have always been different groups so why would they all look the same any ways, right?

Exactly. In my story, Deemethresi with be pale blue eyed though

Very nice to read!!

battle Brother Lucifer wrote:Exactly. In my story, Deemethresi with be pale blue eyed though

Cool man! Let me know if you need any info on him from me.

Tmonster wrote:Very nice to read!!

Thanks Tmonster!

IceAngel wrote:

battle Brother Lucifer wrote:Exactly. In my story, Deemethresi with be pale blue eyed though

Cool man! Let me know if you need any info on him from me.

Tmonster wrote:Very nice to read!!

Thanks Tmonster!

Actually, I would love some info

Brother Walters brought up his green glowing power sword just in time to deflect a blow from an ork chain blade. The ork kept its momentum going and tried to bull rush the power armored marine, but Brother Walters was familiar with the maneuver and smashed his bolt pistol into its chin. With a roar of pain and hatred the ork fell onto his side, he attempted to bring his chain blade to defend himself, but Brother Walters had already anticipated the move. A short side swipe took off the orks arm at the elbow and a quick jab ended the orks life, but before Walters could enjoy his small victory another ork barreled into him from behind. He crashed onto the filthy floor with an unarmed toothless orks, his bolt pistol was sent flying and his powersword slid into a pile of boar fecal matter.

As Walters lay prone, the toothless ork repeatedly slammed his head into the floor. The strength of the ork was unbelievable, after only a few hits Walters’ helmet was smashed and both eye lenses were shattered. Brother Walters tried to reach the ork on his back when a juicy thud removed the weight of the ork. Walters quickly spun around to see Inigo standing over him, thunder hammer in hand.

“Damn orks broke my helmet!” Brother Walters exclaimed as he unsecured and pried off his busted helmet.

Brother Inigo chuckled as he crushed the skull of a nearby wounded ork, much of the gore splattered the already filthy Son of Hades marine. “I apologize for not getting here sooner,” Inigo sarcastically responded, “but I’ve had many orks to crush.”

With a shake of his head Brother Walters stood up, his broken helmet still in hand. He looked around to see the Ice Angel unit had already moved ahead and only Brother Nefas stayed behind with Inigo and himself.

With a look of disgust, Brother Walters threw down his red and black helmet and began to search around for his weapons in the filth. “Damn Ice Angels, don’t even have the courtesy to assist a fellow marine! GAH!” he yelled and kicked the body of a dead ork.

Brother Nefas tilted his head and hissed a quiet response, “They have a mission to fulfill and I do not think you are meeting their standards.”

With a look of shock he stared at the gaunt Sinners marine. Brother Nefas stood motionless his custom bolter held casually in his hands. Suddenly Brother Inigo burst into laughter and slapped Walters in the back. “Come on Walters, lighten up! What would you expect from these Sons of Sanguinius? They just watched you get beat by a toothless ork!” He shouted and laughed as he walked towards the distant sound of bolter fire and chainsword motors.

Inigo had taken a few steps towards the door when Nefas reached down and pulled out a discarded power sword. “I believe this is yours.” He said as he held it hilt first towards the red and black marine. Walters slowly took the blade, all the while staring at the Sinners marine. “I don’t particularly care for your criticism, Sinner,” he said through gritted teeth.

Nefas turned and sauntered away, “I don’t particularly care for you, Red Talon.”

As Nefas left, Brother Walters looked around for his bolt pistol mumbling curses and complaints. When he finally found his bolt pistol the barrel was bent beyond repair. With a sigh he put it in its holster and looked around once more, “Emperor, why did I volunteer for this?” For a few seconds he stood hoping to hear a response, but per usual Brother Walters was left with only his thoughts and complaints.

sick!

Love the interaction between marines of varying points of view... nicely done Ice.

Great job loved it

Awesome.

Thanks guys!

Something I'd also like to add is that battle brother Lucifer has decided to do some of his own writing about one of my Ice Angels. Please check it out and give him some feedback.

Story of Deemethresi

A little back ground info, lucifer and I traded marines from the Great Marine Swap thread and Deemethresi was the marine I sent him.

You forgot to mention Reven was from me

In the wide metal corridor of the ork transport the sounds of battle were deafening. Motorized blades, rumbling engines, clashing weapons, and gun fire of all calibers betrayed the numbers of marines fending off the mass of orks and boars. Waves of orks had clashed with the Ice Angels led by Cyaxeres, but they were pushed back and back again, up until the true threat reached the battlefield.

“What are you doing Nefas?” Honored Brother Inigo shouted over his shoulder. Several yards behind him Brother Nefas was stacking several ork bodies on top of a hairy giant dead boar. Inigo side stepped a charging boar and close lined the rider before crushing the orks jugulars with a quick jab. The boar crashed into the pile of bodies before being systematically shot in the head by the silent Sinners marine.

As Nefas adjusted the recent boar body he paused to look at the gore covered Son of Hades marine, “Preparing.” was all he said before climbing up the pile of bodies.

Inigo was about to question the odd response when a tingle ran down his spine, he turned back down the ork filled corridor to see a fresh wave of boars round the corner, but this time the boars weren’t typical specimens. These boars were modified, wheels, treads, metal limbs, chain horns, built in guns, the modifications were astounding even to the hundred year old space marine. However it wasn’t their look that amazed him, it was the sound. The perfect combination of motors and snorts, grinding gears and hooves, the orks were shouting as well but the boars and their cybernetic parts were all Inigo could focus on. As the cyboars closed the gap the orks on foot parted to let them pass, not all of which made it out of the way, Brother Walters took the opportunity to move up next to the motionless Inigo.

“I do not feel good about this situation.” Walters said, “They appear to be well armored.”

“Then shoot them where they aren’t,” Nefas quipped. Walters moaned at the remark when Nefas quickly vaulted on top of the pile of bodies. “Keep them off of me Inigo” he added as he pulled out one of his special ammunition clips. Inigo gripped his thunder hammer tightly in both hands as he grinned. To his right the Uttuakki were digging in and Cyaxeres was shouting words that got the Ice Angels all fired up. The gap between the boars and marines was closing fast and as it did sound seemed to evaporate and time began to coalesce. Brother Nefas had reloaded his customer bolter and flipped several switches adjusting the settings before he leveled it with both hands. Sensing the oncoming command he began to fire the exact same instant Cyaxeres gave the order. The Ice Angels opened up attempting to slow the armored cybernetic boars, but none of the Angels were as effective as Brother Nefas. His special armor piercing rounds were not only going through orks and boars, they were also passing through weapons, armor, and even the floor. The amount of destruction in those first few seconds was amazing, but only the charging line in front of Nefas was truly effected by it. The cacophony of gun fire was soon replaced with the clash of weapons and bodies. The line quickly turned into pockets of marines fending off the massive boars and their green-skinned riders.

“FOR VULKAN!” Brother Inigo screamed as he swung his hammer up from the floor into the metal chin of an armored boar. Its back legs were a single wide wheel propelling it forward right into the motion of the charged hammer head. The impact knocked the boar back onto its rear wheel sending the ork backwards onto the chain horns of the next boar. As Brother Inigo brought the hammer back around Brother Walters slid onto his knees in front of Inigo and jabbed his powersword into the jowls of another oncoming boar. The powered blade tore out the boars neck but the ork rider swung what looked like a large wrench down at Brother Inigo hitting him in his massive shoulder pad, sparks and paint were sent flying into the air. Brother Inigo staggered backwards as the boar bled out and collapsed onto its surprised rider. Meanwhile, Brother Walters lept to his feet to punch at the next incoming boar. Inigo regained his footing and risked a glance back at Nefas who was silently standing on his pile of bodies, waiting.

Walters tumbled away from a boar with a spiked face plate as Inigo jumped over the plate to crash into the screaming boar boy. Inigo jammed the hilt of his hammer through the orks skull but the ork fell taking the reins to the side sending the boar careening away from Nefas’s pile of bodies towards a group of tactical marines. Brother Walters witnessed this from the corner of his eye as yet another boar approached, but this time the boar was covered head to hoof in metal. The armored ork wielded a massive pole arm with three chain blades whirling in different directions at the end, as the boar lowered its head to collide with the waiting space marine the ork screamed a war cry that shook the floor before swinging a horizontal swipe. With few options to him Brother Walters tumbled once again, barely leading the whirling chain blades and dodging the metal spikes of the mechanized boar.

When Walters stood back up the mechanized boar was face down in the pile of bodies beneath the feet of Nefas. The ork rider was screaming in rage and pulling himself out from under the armored boars body when Walters saw the gaping hole through the boars skull. Brother Nefas slowly lowered his bolter, steam and heat was wafting from several points along its body.

“I’m out” He said as he ejected the spent clip from his bolter.

The massive ork stood up clumsily as if he rarely was on his feet and swung his massive chained weapon at the Sinner marine. Brother Nefas back stepped and slid down the back side of his pile of bodies easily avoiding the swing but leaving Walters relatively alone with the massive ork. The ork was quite possibly one of the largest he had ever seen standing several feet taller then even Brother Inigo, its corded muscles twitched with excitement and hate, nevertheless Walters twirled his powersword and charged the back of the green monster. Surprisingly the ork spun and back handed him with enough force to send him flying further away from the closest marines.

Walters landed on his side and the force jarred his blade out of his hand. He rolled onto his back and grabbed a nearby ork axe when the whirling chain blades of the giant ork came down onto his out stretched arm. Walters grunted through the flare of pain when he pulled out his bolt pistol with his one remaining arm, at point blank he pointed the damaged weapon in hopes something would prevent his impeding doom. The remaining rounds shot out of the twisted barrel but not one hit the orks drooling face, the ork simply laughed and brought back his weapon. Black smoke belched out of the engines powering the chains as he revved the blades into even faster speeds, Brother Walters could do nothing to escape the orks wrath but scream in defiance.

Wide eyed he watched the triple chain blades descend towards him, he could smell the exhaust and feel the vibration through the air, he could almost feel the pain before he had been hit when a flash made him turn away. The sound of the engines filled his head as he opened his eyes, the chain blades were embedded into the floor right next to his head, the ork was screaming once again but this time in pain. One of the orks hands was nothing but a bloody stump, at Walters feet lay a sizzling thunder hammer. The ork turned in time to meet the charge of an enraged Honored Brother Inigo, even one handed the greenskin batted the space marine away, but Inigo would not be so easily stopped. He got back up and charged again just as a new black armored marine entered the scene. With an augmented scream from his skull helmet Cyaxeres thundered up to the massive ork. The ork managed to evade the first swing of his crozious and pull out an ork blade to block the next, as he did so Inigo came back to flank with a wide combat knife. Even one handed and surrounded the ork was a powerful foe, like a caged animal it lashed out to keep its enemies at bay. After one sloppy swing Inigo lunged forward jabbing his combat blade deep into his side, Cyaxeres followed suite mashing his crozious deep into the orks chest. Organs burst and bones shattered but still the ork bellowed. A wet thud finally silenced the ork and as the green monster toppled, Cyaxeres and Inigo looked upon a one armed Brother Walters holding a crackling thunder hammer.

please let me know if you find any errors, i wrote this and posted it with little editing, not bad for 45 minutes work!

Its good, but It seems strange to me because you used sizzling to describe the T hammer twice.

AH, good call Lucifer. It has been altered along with some other editing. I think it's much better now.

Cyaxeres reached out and grasped Walters’ good arm, “The Emperor is watching you Brother Walters.”

Brother Walters looked at his shattered arm and his discarded bolter lying on the ground, “The Emperor works in mysterious ways if he is.”

Without further words Cyaxeres turned away to check on injuries, the Uttuakki had pulled through with minor injuries but the tactical unit the guest marines were accompanying was down to only a few able bodies, the severely wounded were already heading back towards the train.

Walters peered down at the massive ork specimen he had slain, with a deep sigh he looked over at Inigo and meet his gaze. Inigo removed his helmet, his beard instantly filling out to make his head seem larger then it actually was. He grinned and held out his hand, Walters placed the thunder hammer in the waiting palm. Walters opened his mouth to speak; Inigo cocked his head as if he was listening attentively. “Thanks Inigo,” was all Walters said. With a chuckle Inigo patted Walters on the shoulder and gazed down at the massive body. After just a moment he saw the black armored Sinner marine approach. Without taking his gaze off of his brethren, Nefas pulled out one of his standard clips and reloaded his bolter. Walters wiped some of the ork gore from his exposed face, “something wrong Nefas?”

With a quizzical look Nefas stared at the damaged and beaten Red Talon marine, “I could have sworn you were going to die by fire,”

“What?” Inigo and Walters asked.

Nefas simply shrugged and stepped past the massive body towards the remaining three members of his tactical unit he was accompanying. Inigo rubbed his chin and looked at Walters and instead of speaking simply chuckled.

A sudden crack pierced the air, weapons were raised and Walters quick stepped over to his discarded power sword. Grots and snotlings began to run down the hall towards them, the cracking continued by ork shouts. Cyaxeres stepped forward ahead of the marines and pulled out a combat blade in his off hand, as he did every other marine did the same. The small green skinned creatures streamed forward like vermin in front of a brush fire, with terror in their eyes they attempted to assault the space marines and some attempted to run right past them. The marines slaughtered them. Cyaxeres began to push forward along with several members of the Uttuakki, Walters and Inigo did the same. The marines waded forward against the shin high torrent of miniscule creatures most of which couldn’t even harm the armored marines.

Walters jumped and landed on a handful of grots, he kicked and stabbed, punched and chopped, each motion ending the miserable life of his victims. Inigo wasn’t too far away his thunder hammer hitting the floor and sending dozens of them flying into the air screaming. After one particular impact a grot flew into the air and grabbed onto Walters shattered arm. With a quick jab he ran the little grot through. As the body slid down his blade a flash of metal caught his eye. He swung a low swing to momentarily give himself some room to see the floor. Spotting the grot body he noticed a small canister attached to the creatures body, without hesitation he spun and shoved Inigo with all of his might. Caught off guard by his brothers move, Inigo took several quick steps to keep from falling, he was mid turn when the first explosion rocked the hall way.

Several others quickly followed suite, the flames eviscerated and cleansed the hall way. A handful of marines were thrown to the side, Cyaxeres shield flared a brilliant blue, Inigo shielded his face but sections of his beard went up in smoke, when he lowered his arms he stared at the twisted body of Brother Walters. A distant ork cackle could be heard down the hall. Inigo stepped forward and knelt before the body of his lost brother. Cyaxeres and Nefas were soon by his side.

“He jumped on the bomb,” Inigo whispered.

With a mental thought Cyaxeres crozious thrummed with power, “We will avenge him,”

“NO!” Inigo shouted. He turned to look up at the skull mask of the chaplain, hatred in his eyes and smoke coming off his beard, “I will avenge him.”

Inigo carefully closed the eyes of Brother Walters and took one final glance before standing up. He nodded to Cyaxeres who returned the nod, the chaplain raised his crozious, and all the marines took off down the hall with only vengeance in mind.

All but one….

Nefas stalked up to the body and looked at the marine; he knelt down and rubbed some of Walters burnt flesh with his black gauntlet. “I hope the God Emperor finds you worthy, Red Talon.” Nefas smeared the ashy flesh across his helmet, just below his left eye. “You lasted longer then expected.”

Nefas stood up and stepped away from the body, “We will meet again” he whispered as he hustled to catch up to the other marines.

Epic.
I can't wait for the next update

Also, a bit ot, but Ice, you should totally do an 'armies on parade' with the Ice Angels and the GMS marines! Imaginne the epicness. ( I should go tell gits as well)
Edit: derp, post count is 2112

So, you going to take the Walters figure and blow it up??

*grin*

Good tale my friend.

Gitsplitta wrote:So, you going to take the Walters figure and blow it up??

*grin*

Good tale my friend.

I hadn't planned on blowing up any of my marines, interesting thought though.

Glad you guys like my story.

As for the Armies on Parade, I'd have to have a cool piece of terrain to do so. If anything I'll finish up my Astral Claws and take a snapshot of that on the display base I'll be making for Adepticon!
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