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Omega Doom-Fist Angel Knights

Space Marine Chapter of {!_-~Redacted~-_! ref1782b.632} UNKNOWN founding. [Est M35}

Geneseed origin {!_-~Redacted~-_! ref Inquisitorial Authorizarion per order 84993j.27 !}

Sec 1.2c {!_-~Redacted~-_! ref Adeptus Mechanicus per order 27b/6 !}




Edit#1 for Fluff

Revered Brother Chaplain Marcelo strode before the new inductees. His many and gloried honors shone resplendent upon the matte black of his power armor. Scrolls and badges of his office dangled and swayed with every mighty step. Before him knelt the latest batch on inductees into his honored and humble chapter. Their honors, badges, and emblems had been pried from their armor and bare adamatine showed in patches through the red that had previously adorned their armor.

To Marcelo's sides were the many attendants and scribes that kept record of the events and of the inductees. A scribe set the names of those before him upon a scroll which would mark their deeds in the coming battles. Marcelo made one more pass in front of the inductees before lowering his gaze to the scroll. "Forty seven," he grumbled under his breath.

He peered up to the balcony overlooking the training yard and spied the Grand Master Chaplain Franc surveying the induction, the stern faced Inquisitor Hakior by his side.

"Forty seven," Marcelo repeated, louder this time. The inductees before him were all but motionless, their faces blank. Marcelo could perceive their shame, feel their broken spirits. "Your brothers turned from the glory of the Emperor. Betrayed their father and all of humanity."

“You.” Marcelo pointed his crozius arcanum at the knelt figure at the head of his shamed brothers. “You were their chaplain. Appointed in duty to look after the souls of your brothers and to guide them in the grace of the Emperor. You have utterly and incomprehensibly failed at your duties to humanity and to the Emperor and greater than all to your brothers. Where are the other 900 of your brothers this day?”

The disgrace of a chaplain lowered his gaze and his lip trembled as he spoke “Emperor grant me forgiveness. They betrayed His glory.”

Marcelo brought his mighty weapon down upon the foul figure in front of him. It's power generator hummed to life with the swing and the arcane weapon crackled with power as it found home upon the dishonored marine in front of him. There was a wet crunch as the former chaplain's skull collapsed from the might of Marcello's empowered blow.

Marcello kicked the corpse free from his weapon and turned his attention to the kneeling mass. They were speechless, the pain of their innumerable losses weighing heavily upon them. “Disgraced comrades,” he began his well rehearsed oration, retold upon the arrival of all new inductees before they began their long penance crusade. “you brothers have betrayed you and your chapter colors are set to the Chaos gods foul cause. Your armor has been stripped of all previous ranks, badges and colors just as your chapter has been stripped of it's honor to the Emperor.”

“Yet in this disgrace there is a light in the darkness, just as the Emperor is a beacon in this foul galaxy of heretics and traitors. Your crusade before you shall be to eliminate all of your traitor brethren to the last man. In so doing you shall one by one die and in death shall you attain the Emperor's ultimate forgiveness.”

Marcello turned from them and handed his mighty arcanum to an attendant to be cleaned while motioning to one of the scribes. “Let the tomes notate the date and time of the brother chaplain's death and of the official onset of the 182nd penance crusade, M41.”



I was going to flesh out more fluff for my Space Marine Chapter today, but spent a large portion of it playing with markers. This is self motivation. Started the thread, gotta post before it necros.

Omega Doom-Fist Angel Knights?
Maybe choose a different name...
Good drawing though...

Nice drawing, but perhaps Angels of Doom would be a better name?

Even that's a bit cheesy...

Well I think its better than the current one, and we all love chees in large amounts

I just love that picture so much...
Maybe something like the Omega Wardens or the Doom Wardens...

I love the drawing.

And I think the name is okay, assuming it's purposefully over the top.

It's definitely over the top on purpose. They don't know where their gene seed comes from and have daddy issues...

Also thanks for all the kind words on the drawering. My friend said it was good, but they tell me all my artwork is good...