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2014/10/26 15:30:45
Subject: Re:Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
bocatt wrote: I'd like to write some fluff for Brother Haakon if you still need help. It'll be interesting to do something from the Long Fang-esque Space Wolf Deathwatch marine's perspective.
That would be great!
They/them
2014/10/30 21:30:32
Subject: Re:Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
Has anyone claimed Land Speeder Storm Pilot Joghaten of the White Scars?
Also, Land speeders have a driver and gunner, so could I write a copilot as well? Preferably another white Scar.
1. No, Joghaten is free, and yours if you'd like him!
2. Unfortunately, it's a Land Speeder Storm, so the co-pilot seat is occupied by one of the Sniper Scouts, Brother Oberyn to be precise. So, no I'm afraid, sorry!
They/them
2014/10/31 16:09:51
Subject: Re:Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
Has anyone claimed Land Speeder Storm Pilot Joghaten of the White Scars?
Also, Land speeders have a driver and gunner, so could I write a copilot as well? Preferably another white Scar.
1. No, Joghaten is free, and yours if you'd like him!
2. Unfortunately, it's a Land Speeder Storm, so the co-pilot seat is occupied by one of the Sniper Scouts, Brother Oberyn to be precise. So, no I'm afraid, sorry!
No problem.
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2014/11/02 10:38:10
Subject: Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
Brother Capulet was seen as a marine with a reputation to hit all his targets when he fought for the Imperial Fists. If a job involved destroying a enemy vehicle or halving a number of xenos in a horde then Capulet won't rest until his target is lying in pieces on the planets floor. When the Deathwatch came to the Imperial Fists looking for recruits Capulet was overshadowed by his peers. When Capulet found he was not being recruited to the deathwatch he felt like he had let his chapter and himself down.
After that he vowed to be even better at increasing the number of casualties he caused after a battle on the outskirts of the Segmentum Obsurus sector he was finally noticed by the Deathwatch. When he returned to the battle barge he was approached by several marines in black power armour. He was taken to the war room where he encountered a Deathwatch librarian. The librarian was later known as Castiel. Brother Capulet was allowed two days two think about joining the deathwatch but when he found out that great veterans are asked to join he knew that it was what he was destined to do. After many years serving as a marine of Dorn he was now a famed marine of the deathwatch.
If this needs improving just let me know.
2660pts Imperial fists 1400pts Chaos space
890pts Tau
marines
2014/11/06 18:55:44
Subject: Re:Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
Lysander01 wrote: Brother Capulet was seen as a marine with a reputation to hit all his targets when he fought for the Imperial Fists. If a job involved destroying a enemy vehicle or halving a number of xenos in a horde then Capulet won't rest until his target is lying in pieces on the planets floor. When the Deathwatch came to the Imperial Fists looking for recruits Capulet was overshadowed by his peers. When Capulet found he was not being recruited to the deathwatch he felt like he had let his chapter and himself down.
After that he vowed to be even better at increasing the number of casualties he caused after a battle on the outskirts of the Segmentum Obsurus sector he was finally noticed by the Deathwatch. When he returned to the battle barge he was approached by several marines in black power armour. He was taken to the war room where he encountered a Deathwatch librarian. The librarian was later known as Castiel. Brother Capulet was allowed two days two think about joining the deathwatch but when he found out that great veterans are asked to join he knew that it was what he was destined to do. After many years serving as a marine of Dorn he was now a famed marine of the deathwatch.
If this needs improving just let me know.
It's good, but I feel like a wee bit more could be added. If you don't want to add anymore to this, that's fine and I'll save it as is!
They/them
2014/11/12 02:40:26
Subject: Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
Sergeant Claudio was a stalwart space marine noble and tactile as most warriors of Ultramar. Hailing from the 3rd company, a veteran of many campaigns including the siege of vanarax against the orks, various dark eldar raids and his latest, an attack on a tau settlement on the eastern fringe, where the xenos had over reached into imperial space. His taskforces' mission, codenamed taskforce epsilon-35, was to cut off the single shipping lane into the system and perform surgical strikes to disorient the standing military on the single habitable world in the system. Claudio was under personal command of the taskforce a large command even for a veteran first sergeant. He performed his task to the letter planning and executing it in perfect order. First he ordered the fleet accompanying his force to flank around the furthest planets moon and wait for the planet pass to the far edge of the system where the shipping lane entered the system then strike. The tau fleet was destroyed in rapid succession after that the next phases of the attack were like the fall of dominoes, ending with the final assault on the planetary capital where he personally led his squad to victory not losing a single man. He was immediately under the eye of the deathwatch after they learned of his prowess against all types of xenos.
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2014/11/23 22:25:47
Subject: Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
Even before recruitment, Ecthillion was always a precise and effective marksman. He lived in the gangs of Necromunda, always being the brain and brawn behind every operation the gang committed. It was during a raid that he found an engraved sniper rifle. The inscription read "Silent Death". Ecthillion treasured this sniper rifle as if it was his own child, modifying it, cleaning it, and taking lives with it. When the Imperial Fists came to Necromunda, he was found by the Libarian recruiting. Although not pure, the Libarian found the powers and tactile abilities in his mind. He knew that Ecthillion would be a powerful marine. Eventually, Ecthillion was inducted into the 10th Company of the Imperial Fists, and he got to keep "Silent Death" as the Techmarines approved of it. He was shortly put into a combat against a chaos incursion on the hive world Atarus. He was the fifth member of Squad Delta, who was tasked with recapturing a Shrine Imperialis, they managed to infiltrate undetected, but it had all been a setup, detonation charges had been placed around the Shrine, it was obliterated. Hours later Ecthillion awoke to darkness, and his whole squad dead around him. "Silent Death" had been taken from him. He found an undetonated charge in the rubble and started to travel. Five days later the Imperial Fists found the chaos headquarters had been decimated, and Ecthillion had returned to his chapter, with "Silent Death" in his hands. The incursion had ended thanks to the skills of Ecthillion. However, he was not the same outgoing man he had been, he was now brooding and quiet unless spoken to. After many more conflicts where his skill was proved time and time again, the Deathwatch came and recruited him, we went happily with them, or has happy as he could be. He and "Silent Death" are now part of the elite, he shall always find a chink in enemy armour, or an open eye. He shall bring death to the Imperium's foes.
There's no turning back... Triumph or oblivion.
2014/11/24 21:04:03
Subject: Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
Decay wrote:Ecthillion, the Imperial Fists sniper, that's who I'm going to take.
Seems you already have!
Decay wrote:Would it be ok if I did this insert yourself idea on the forum with my Chaos Marine force? As I love this idea of other people writing the lore.
I've got no problems with that, and I'd be delighted if I could contribute too!
Decay wrote:Even before recruitment, Ecthillion was always a precise and effective marksman. He lived in the gangs of Necromunda, always being the brain and brawn behind every operation the gang committed. It was during a raid that he found an engraved sniper rifle. The inscription read "Silent Death". Ecthillion treasured this sniper rifle as if it was his own child, modifying it, cleaning it, and taking lives with it. When the Imperial Fists came to Necromunda, he was found by the Libarian recruiting. Although not pure, the Libarian found the powers and tactile abilities in his mind. He knew that Ecthillion would be a powerful marine. Eventually, Ecthillion was inducted into the 10th Company of the Imperial Fists, and he got to keep "Silent Death" as the Techmarines approved of it. He was shortly put into a combat against a chaos incursion on the hive world Atarus. He was the fifth member of Squad Delta, who was tasked with recapturing a Shrine Imperialis, they managed to infiltrate undetected, but it had all been a setup, detonation charges had been placed around the Shrine, it was obliterated. Hours later Ecthillion awoke to darkness, and his whole squad dead around him. "Silent Death" had been taken from him. He found an undetonated charge in the rubble and started to travel. Five days later the Imperial Fists found the chaos headquarters had been decimated, and Ecthillion had returned to his chapter, with "Silent Death" in his hands. The incursion had ended thanks to the skills of Ecthillion. However, he was not the same outgoing man he had been, he was now brooding and quiet unless spoken to. After many more conflicts where his skill was proved time and time again, the Deathwatch came and recruited him, we went happily with them, or has happy as he could be. He and "Silent Death" are now part of the elite, he shall always find a chink in enemy armour, or an open eye. He shall bring death to the Imperium's foes.
Love it, and I "might" just mark Silent Death onto the model's sniper rifle!
They/them
2014/11/24 21:11:19
Subject: Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
I be would be honored if Silent Death was put on his sniper, but that's entirely your decision, and of course you can contribute! Just find the CSM chat with almost the same name. Thanks!
There's no turning back... Triumph or oblivion.
2014/11/26 15:05:42
Subject: Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
Sorry this took so long. Decided too write a scene instead of a description. I learned I'm not the best at dialogue, probably could have googled how to write it properly.
Spoiler:
Raphael ducked down as bullets sprayed through the broken window, broken chips of stone stinging his face. He looked around the room his scout squad was holed up in. Like him, they were all armed with sniper rifles, firing out of any openings they could find before the enemy spotted them. They were pinned down by the Orks outside who’s numbers were getting larger and louder. The amount of firepower they were pouring into the building was getting heavier and the walls were being eroded away before Raphael’s eyes. Ecthillion was propped up at the back of the room with a few bullets in his stomach. He’s was again struggling to get up, thinking that, if he ignored the wound hard enough, it would go away. Brother Oberyn was muttering curses at the enemy while Lymaan was silent as usual.
Raphael tapped the vox bead in his ear. “Joghaten, if your still there, I would appreciate an extraction”.
The vox crackled before a rough voice filled Raphael’s ear, “Where else would I be, dead? Too boring for me.”
The plan, as usual, was a good one. They were charged with the destruction of a power plant the Orks had taken for themselves. The plant provided power to the factories surrounding and allowing the Orks to build larger and deadlier war machines. So it had to go. Raphael’s squad were dropped off one of the buildings surrounding the plant. Once an administrative building, it used to be filled with clerks who counted every watt that was pushed out and consumed. Now it was gutted and empty; it made a good sniper’s nest though. While rest of the killteam would bring down the plant, Raphael’s squad would cover their advance and retreat. As usual, the plan had fallen apart. The works were more numerous than were estimated and were very upset that when their plant was blown up. The snipers had successfully covered the killteam’s retreat, but now their own window of escape was closing.
“Are you still in that big building I dumped you at?” Joghaten asked.
“Yes, why do you think the Orks are shooting it?”
Joghaten ignored the remark. “Which floor?” He never likes to explain his plans to others, usually because no one liked his plans.
“The fifteenth… why? Raphael didn’t like where this was going. His question was answered with silence. He realised what Joghaten’s plan was.
“You won’t fit; we'll meet at the rendezvous.” Raphael struggled to keep the panic put of voice.
“Nonsense, I can make room,” was Joghaten’s only reply.
“Don’t-“
The far wall on his left exploded, heavy bolt rounds shattering the concrete. Out of the dust, a land speeded squeezed its way onto the floor room. Cheap dividing walls for the office spaces were flattened beneath it. It came to stop in the middle of the room. There were only a few inches a clearance between the ceiling and floor. In the driver’s seat was a pilot in the light armour of the scouts, black with exception of the right shoulder. The shoulder guard was white, with a yellow lightning bolt striking a red bar. Where Raphael had fair hair and fair skin, Joghaten was rough, with dark skin and a black hair.
“See, easy. I’m here, let’s go.” Joghaten pretending he had navigated a difficult parking space and not wedged a Storm Land Speeder into an office.
Raphael didn’t waste any time arguing, he never won anyways. “Everyone in; Lymaan grab Ecthillin!”
Lymaan gave a thumbs up and helped the wounded Imperial fist into the Land speeder. Everyone piled in and Raphael climber in the front seat.
“Saving you again I see”. Joghaten goaded Raphael. He said it every time and it always annoyed the scout captain.
“And now we're stuck here.” Raphael retorted.
“No, it’s easy; I'll make more room again.”
“A heavy bolter is not for ‘making room’.” Raphael chastised.
Joghaten looked at Raphael with confusion “then why did they give me one?”
He let loose with the heavy bolter, disintegrating the opposite wall. The explosive rounds made quick work of the concrete wall and soon there was a hole large enough to fit the vehicle. The land speeder pushed its way forward, scraping the ceiling as it went. It burst out of the building like a black bat from a cave. Joghaten allowed the speeder to plummet, making a difficult target for the Orks quick enough to realize their prey was escaping. For a brief moment Raphael thought that Joghaten was going to let them all be smashed on the ground below. As the ground rushed up to embrace them all, Joghaten leveled out their dive. He pushed the thrusters and grav plates to their maximum output. The frame of the speeder shuddered with the forces that fought to control it and the grav plates whined with the strain being put upon it. The land speeder’s plummet was halted only few inches from the ground, rocketing forward as it did so. Joghaten dodged and weaved its way through the ruins, leaving the Orks in the distance. Joghaten had saved them once again.
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2015/01/18 15:35:23
Subject: Re:Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
Mr Nobody wrote: Sorry this took so long. Decided too write a scene instead of a description. I learned I'm not the best at dialogue, probably could have googled how to write it properly.
Spoiler:
Raphael ducked down as bullets sprayed through the broken window, broken chips of stone stinging his face. He looked around the room his scout squad was holed up in. Like him, they were all armed with sniper rifles, firing out of any openings they could find before the enemy spotted them. They were pinned down by the Orks outside who’s numbers were getting larger and louder. The amount of firepower they were pouring into the building was getting heavier and the walls were being eroded away before Raphael’s eyes. Ecthillion was propped up at the back of the room with a few bullets in his stomach. He’s was again struggling to get up, thinking that, if he ignored the wound hard enough, it would go away. Brother Oberyn was muttering curses at the enemy while Lymaan was silent as usual.
Raphael tapped the vox bead in his ear. “Joghaten, if your still there, I would appreciate an extraction”.
The vox crackled before a rough voice filled Raphael’s ear, “Where else would I be, dead? Too boring for me.”
The plan, as usual, was a good one. They were charged with the destruction of a power plant the Orks had taken for themselves. The plant provided power to the factories surrounding and allowing the Orks to build larger and deadlier war machines. So it had to go. Raphael’s squad were dropped off one of the buildings surrounding the plant. Once an administrative building, it used to be filled with clerks who counted every watt that was pushed out and consumed. Now it was gutted and empty; it made a good sniper’s nest though. While rest of the killteam would bring down the plant, Raphael’s squad would cover their advance and retreat. As usual, the plan had fallen apart. The works were more numerous than were estimated and were very upset that when their plant was blown up. The snipers had successfully covered the killteam’s retreat, but now their own window of escape was closing.
“Are you still in that big building I dumped you at?” Joghaten asked.
“Yes, why do you think the Orks are shooting it?”
Joghaten ignored the remark. “Which floor?” He never likes to explain his plans to others, usually because no one liked his plans.
“The fifteenth… why? Raphael didn’t like where this was going. His question was answered with silence. He realised what Joghaten’s plan was.
“You won’t fit; we'll meet at the rendezvous.” Raphael struggled to keep the panic put of voice.
“Nonsense, I can make room,” was Joghaten’s only reply.
“Don’t-“
The far wall on his left exploded, heavy bolt rounds shattering the concrete. Out of the dust, a land speeded squeezed its way onto the floor room. Cheap dividing walls for the office spaces were flattened beneath it. It came to stop in the middle of the room. There were only a few inches a clearance between the ceiling and floor. In the driver’s seat was a pilot in the light armour of the scouts, black with exception of the right shoulder. The shoulder guard was white, with a yellow lightning bolt striking a red bar. Where Raphael had fair hair and fair skin, Joghaten was rough, with dark skin and a black hair.
“See, easy. I’m here, let’s go.” Joghaten pretending he had navigated a difficult parking space and not wedged a Storm Land Speeder into an office.
Raphael didn’t waste any time arguing, he never won anyways. “Everyone in; Lymaan grab Ecthillin!”
Lymaan gave a thumbs up and helped the wounded Imperial fist into the Land speeder. Everyone piled in and Raphael climber in the front seat.
“Saving you again I see”. Joghaten goaded Raphael. He said it every time and it always annoyed the scout captain.
“And now we're stuck here.” Raphael retorted.
“No, it’s easy; I'll make more room again.”
“A heavy bolter is not for ‘making room’.” Raphael chastised.
Joghaten looked at Raphael with confusion “then why did they give me one?”
He let loose with the heavy bolter, disintegrating the opposite wall. The explosive rounds made quick work of the concrete wall and soon there was a hole large enough to fit the vehicle. The land speeder pushed its way forward, scraping the ceiling as it went. It burst out of the building like a black bat from a cave. Joghaten allowed the speeder to plummet, making a difficult target for the Orks quick enough to realize their prey was escaping. For a brief moment Raphael thought that Joghaten was going to let them all be smashed on the ground below. As the ground rushed up to embrace them all, Joghaten leveled out their dive. He pushed the thrusters and grav plates to their maximum output. The frame of the speeder shuddered with the forces that fought to control it and the grav plates whined with the strain being put upon it. The land speeder’s plummet was halted only few inches from the ground, rocketing forward as it did so. Joghaten dodged and weaved its way through the ruins, leaving the Orks in the distance. Joghaten had saved them once again.
Ooh, wasn't expecting to find this! I love it, well done!
They/them
2015/01/20 17:59:30
Subject: Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
Oooh! how I miss these (I swear I'm going to kill whoever stole my box of 40k)!
If I may claim him, Brother Alejandro of the Crimson Fists?
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Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
2015/01/20 18:56:15
Subject: Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
My description (sorry I took this long)
]Sargeant Mordecai is a great leader who has seen many battles in his life, the most devastating of which was his battle with an allied imperial guard tank company, were the remains of a large space marine force where he was the highest ranking soldier. Fending off a whole green tide (assisted by the tank company) he earned a reputation within the chapter as a mass murderer of orks, but during the battle he lost both legs and an arm, and had to be taken back to his chapter planet for emergency treatment. Now he's using bionics, he's stronger than ever.
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2015/01/22 21:23:17
Subject: Re:Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
Da Stormlord wrote: My description (sorry I took this long)
]Sargeant Mordecai is a great leader who has seen many battles in his life, the most devastating of which was his battle with an allied imperial guard tank company, were the remains of a large space marine force where he was the highest ranking soldier. Fending off a whole green tide (assisted by the tank company) he earned a reputation within the chapter as a mass murderer of orks, but during the battle he lost both legs and an arm, and had to be taken back to his chapter planet for emergency treatment. Now he's using bionics, he's stronger than ever.
That's fine, thank you! Feel free to add to Mordecai's description later if you so desire!
They/them
2015/05/04 18:41:48
Subject: Re:Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
I finally just sat down and hashed something out. Better late than never i suppose!
Spoiler:
*CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
click click click*
The Heavy Bolter coughed its last few shells and then fell deafeningly, thunderously silent in the din of battle. Haakon clicked the trigger a few more times to be sure and each time was rewarded with a grim reminder that seemed to echo in his earpiece as clear as chapel bells in the Fang.
The Fang.
It had been decades since he had been home. Since he had been clasped arm in arm, served fiery ale by fiery wenches and wrestled and fought with those he called brother. Those that called him brother. Not the cold address of one squad mate to another but of those bound together by the power of the Canis Helix and the legacy of the chapter. The Space Wolves. The Emperor's fist, his savage claw, tooth and nail. He had fought with his claw from adolescence, watched them die around him, unable to save them, but somehow always surviving. Because he was a survivor. Because he, Haakon, the Fury of Fenris, would. not. die. When it came his turn for his packmates to undertake the rites of Long Fangs and they numbered but 4, it was he who escaped the massacre at Sirius IV. It was he who lead the charge against the Hive Tyrant of Quasarus I as Lone Wolf and Slayer of Beasts, it was he who came out the victor. And he. He would not die here. No, no. These filthy xenos would have to pry each and every ceramite plate from his body.
Haakon dropped the bolter that was the deathknell of his enemies now utterly soundless and drew forth sword and dagger. With a savage howl, he lept at the chittering horde and methodically rent them limb from limb, one by one, inch by bloody inch.
Maybe the Hive Mind will learn this time that you don't corner a Wolf
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-Gabriel Angelos
2015/05/08 21:50:15
Subject: Re:Insert YOURSELF into my Deathwatch Kill Team!
It looks like they're all claimed, (though you have yet to mark the space wolf as being claimed by Bobcat)
I'm a little late to the party but if anyone claimed a man and hasn't turned up the goods I'm standing by.
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