#heldrake answers

[ask-heldrake-chan]

what is your favorite thing in your horde?

"This little guy. Found him stuck on my wing-blades after a fight with the blue ones. Asked the Warpsmith to patch him back up. Love his energy, very murderous!"

(art by @rowscara)

[ask-a-chaos-skitarii]

Informative Pinned Post (or somethin like that :P)

(art by @vezimira)

Skitarii are the the cyborg soldiers of the Machine God and answer to the the Tech Priest of the Cult Mechanicus.

Whilst skitarii are usually zealously loyal to the cult mechanicum, this skitarii (if anyone has good ideas for his name please give em to me) has fallen to chaos due to a veriaty of reasons, notably including seeing a humanized heldrake (@ask-heldrake-chan, send her asks, she is funny) and then getting collected of the battlefield to be her minion (aka: he polishes her wings and her stuff so she and her treasure hoard looks more shiny).

(Im new to doing RP stuff on here, so keep that in mind and please give me advice if ya think i need it, i would also love to get recommendations for books that would help me better get in character for him since i haven't read that much warhammer stuff yet) IMPORTANT: If i wanna get lewd or otherwise nsfw or something here, i will do it, im 21 and if ya got a problem with it, leave

Nsfw stuff will be getting tagged "#chaos skitarii slaanesh-anigans"

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

It is always curious to talk 40k startegy with people online who obviously just spend their time on competitive discussion forums but never seem to play a single game themselves (as weird at that is).

Asking "But your two Heldrakes can't hold any objectives, how will you win the primary game??" as if it is some gotcha while I look at 40+ Chaos Marine Infantry bodies backed up by 20 Cultists and a Demon Prince. Like... we have that covered. Within that list I have more effective hit points to pile on markers than I had with my Kroot list. It will do the job. Why would they even ask the question? I posted the list?? The answer is right there???

Why do so many people on, let's say, r/warhammercompetitive seem to have so little knowledge about, ya know... playing competitively? It's not that I am the big expert or anything but at least I know my game pieces and their basic functions????

[ratchaptermaster]

A Forge World under threat

The cravenous flight of Warp-winged Heldrakes born of mutated steel and abominations fused took to the polluted skies like screaming vultures for the carrion that came in the form of these defiant Metal Manthings and their defense fliers, followed by gunships blasting lascannons and roaring autocannons filled with screaming rat-men, lesser guard and godling Rattus Astartes alike. Fear in this great scheme was unacceptable and their Clawlord, Captain Qeel will not have defeat. Not over their cold dead bodies!

The Clawlord was a decorated warrior, assuming a near hundred years of life under the Verminus Standards - first as a Skrye-rat before finding their dogmatic obsessions to be nothing to the Imperium’s grand schemes. Serving under the Chapter Master’s ultimate demands more forwardly, the biotic-armed Captain screamed commands to outmatch his lesser officers in the vox. As he bounded and slipped through the burning ruins of the great Mechanicus-town, skittering up a couple pipes in unnatural deftness in dodging the fire of Metalman-things’ rangers until he vaulted up to a perch to meet the hooded interlopers.

“Gone!” Qeel commanded with the backhandish swing of his Nostraman-forged power sword, its crackled blade cleaving two of the rangers into spasming rags before killing the others with wild abandonment that had a murderous flail in the oddest remembrance of skill by the end of his combi-plasma’s bladed underside and his own tail. No room to vault or easily escape, most of the squad was dead before the last jumped with its augmented legs for another perch, the sizzling blasts of Warp-fire zipping by its frame.

“Scurry-run, Little metal-snack!” The Captain squawked in malign glee, almost going after it before his tower suddenly shuddered to something slamming its base. Looking down, he sees a Kakaphron Breacher slamming with its heavily-armoured frame and crackling weapons firing at the support. Fearless of such a mild thing, the rat-astartes holstered his weapons in quick succession and lept with his augmented strength and growing servos hurling his near ton frame across to a claw-screaming catch on a tank.

The bionic creature turns on its treads, aiming its great galvanic weapon at the scaling Captain. Its coils crackling in life, charging to fire before a lance of green energy speared through the air and it. The Breacher slumped on its ruined spin a moment and exploded in ruptures of its power and core. A Skyre Warpcannon Specialist cackled in its true shot before a small horde of guard-rats skittered and charged with the rain of lasfire and barking pistols for the coming Skittarii that were marching into the quarter. The armored warriors of the Mechanicus answered stoically with the logical answer of radium carbine-fire. Their radiated blasts were nothing short of perfection, each shot was a death. Each death was an advancement, however, explosions were noticeably avoided. A ruptured pipeline could lead to critical situations for both their attack and the city itself.

Something that Qeel recognized and answered accordingly.

With a lift of his combi-weapon, the Captain fired...

[chaosravencommander]

Battle of Lorien: Skirmish of the Storm

“My Lord, our advance forces are suppressed in. That will pass, however - the Imperium and its confounded Anti-Aerial Cannons are provoking a dire annoyance upon our Heldrake. By my urges, they must be destroyed. We have a majority of their forces at the western walls, but their bulwark is no doubt still over heavy-defense. Our infiltration cults has confirmed stormtroopers stalk in their ranks. Nevertheless, I envision they will be little concern to your majestic might.”

“Enough of your bootlicking, it is done either way.”

“Of course, my liege.”

The kill-team moved through the city for what felt like a good half-hour, eradicating the secluded minions of the Emperor as they went. The praises of Tzeentch has provoked a certain favour on this mission it seemed, but Aramus was never confident in those powers. He has been seen - and destroyed - those zealous in the Fateweaver’s daunting promises. From simple cultists wanting to gambit their pitiful lives to the infinitely arrogant sorcerers that pledge their souls and powers to the Lord of Sorceries before their rightful pride is stricken by an unforeseen folly. A folly that the Commander had no illusion that Tzeentch himself had an amusement too.

“Report.” He spoke to his Raptor, who answered by a telepathic matter. His voice sounds like it was speaking through a distant voice. Long have his vocal cords been taken by a Khorne daemon during the assault against Tarkin and his patron found ‘mercy’. “The Corpse-Emperor’s men are of surplus within the munition facility to our path. Stormtroopers are defending it. I advise its capture or destruction to break their heavy armament possibilities and supply ourselves.”  “Of course.” Aramus dryly said, pondering on why his intelligence often had an urging to be lengthy in their briefings. It mattered not.

They had a new objective and he will see it through.

The team traversed through the outer sector of the city, the sight of the wall and its attached cannon visible but what was their attention was the sizeable monastery of war that served as this section’s weapons depot. With a signal, Aramus had his Raptor go forward. With a run and immediately lurch into the air by the flap of his mechanical wings, he climbed up to the top of a building that suffered a Heldrake’s fury with hands immediately collecting and assembling his blighted mk. IX sniper rifle while his servo drone angled and shot picts to catch the targets within, flashing in his display’s corner for details.

Full squad. Heavy-armed. Supporting three standard units, preparing to resupply. Locating commanding officer...highest rank...A sergeant. Detecting audio. Communications transmission. Accessing...infiltrating… <<”My Lord. A number of platoons haven’t been reporting in, cravens must have fled or taken hidden in the city’s inner sectors.”

“Hm. Perhaps. Sargeant, I need you to keep attention on your position. If those accursed beasts strike upon you and cut this facility, it spells a depletion to much-needed supplies and this battle is a dire one.”

“Of course, milord. I have not failed you yet in my service and I do not intend to start you now.”

There was a static of feedback before the brazen voice answered with a light of humor. “Of course, Sargeant. Demetri, out.”>>

Identification. Second Battle-brother Demetri. Affiliation: Ultramarine. Target Identified.

Retracting the telescopic sensor, the servo slowly crawled in the darkness and made its report. Connecting back to the Raptor, his head twitched before ending the mental link to his Master. Aramus blinked before his lips crested a short-lived frown in his constant mask of concentration, turning to his current kill team. “Twins. You have window-entry. Derakles, you are with me.” He addressed and they obeyed without a heartbeat.

Immediately, Aramus and Derakles charged without the typical warcry. Their thunderous steps undermined by the war just a half-sector away, weapons crackling of their individual energies. Collecting the power humming in his thunder hammer, the Chaos Lord growled to himself and sped his tremendous weight. “Khorne, give me strength! Their Blood, Our Blood for your rivers!” He invoked, feeling a surge burning in his veins before giving one great blow. The head of his weapon flashed with crimson flame and when it crashed into the triple-layered blast door, it crumbled into itself before flinging a sizeable hole.

“What was th-” One of the Stormtroopers tried before witnessing the two black-armored figures charging in. “By the Emperor, Black Legion! Hurry, to arms! To arms!” As if fear was an edible ration, two more suddenly crashed through windows on their level behind the distracted marksman squads. The Slaaneshi twins cackled in glee as they delivered their slaughter without even a pause.

Derakles flexed his clawed hands, stalking like a dog on a chain. Waiting while the Imperial Guard on the ground level was actually given time to scramble. Just a few heartbeats.

“Kill them.”

The Khornate roared in his sudden charge, so vicious and true to his bloodletting that his outline was dragged in a bloody haze.

[ask-heldrake-chan]

Oi! Yew der, wif ya metal bitz, you eva fought a Stompa befor?

From @da-meks-workshop

"Why should I fight a building? I like sitting on it while hunting Dakkajets tho..."

[ask-heldrake-chan]

what is your opinion on anti-air weapons?

I AM THE ANTI-AIR WEAPON.

[ask-heldrake-chan]

[ @ask-a-chaos-skitarii ]

"Um.... did you forget to put on pants?"

(he is referencing how she is dressed in the new art)

She needs to think for a moment, having already forgotten the very concept of pants.

"Ah... those things... got ripped and burned in the last mission. Not sure why they always tell me to wear them - this is a lot more comfortable."

[ask-heldrake-chan]

whats your favorite thing to fight that doesn't fly?

She tries her best to consolidate the concepts "not flying" and "fun to fight". Going by the slow heat-buildup this is an impossible calcuation that is overloading her neurology.

[ask-heldrake-chan]

opinion on tech priests? (both loyalist and chaos worshiping ones)

"Crunchy."

She thinks for a moment.

"The red ones stink. Real bad. Not sure if it is their weird smoke or something else. Wrapsmiths smell way better, but eating them is not worth it - why would you eat the person who polishes your armor, serves you fuel, and gets your medical check-ups done?"

[ask-heldrake-chan]

do you know who Vashtorr is?

"Of course. Everyone does. You can't hang around Warpsmiths and not hear about what's going on in the Soul Forges. However, I am not working for him - no need for any upgrades I'd have to pay off for I am obviously perfect aready."

[ask-heldrake-chan]

what loyalist space marine chap- i mean what colour does the loyalist space marines you like fighting the most have? (i have a suspicious feeling she cant tell the difference between chapters other than their colours)

Oh that's an easy one: the red ones are the best. Many flying prey! Sometimes they even got black ones with red markings who scream real loud. Not sure what a "HORUS" is but I love the energy they bring to the fight.

[ask-heldrake-chan]

a sword keeps telling me to pick it up and stab you when im polishing your wings, i assume you dont like that its trying to get me to do that and its also very distracting (i feel like i kinda want to make a dedicated rp blog for this freshly chaos turned skitarii you took as a part of your treasure horde, but i would need some sort of cute chaos skitarii art)

"I have no use for swords, I have claws. Why did I even keep this? Ah yes..."

She brings the blade to her mouth and takes a bite out of it. The noise of impossibly sharp teeth ripping the metal apart is gruesome, but not as bad of the terrified wailing of the demon encased within. In only a few bites the cursed weapon is no more.

[ask-heldrake-chan]

what is the shiniest thing in your horde?

Given how much armor polish I accidentally splashed on this one skitarii when getting my wings done by them @skitarii-boi is now the shiniest.

[ask-heldrake-chan]

do you prefer space combat or atmospheric combat?

"Oh that is a tricky one. Zero Gravity maneuvers are always fun, but on a planet you have sounds. Engines roaring! Prey screaming! All the good stuff! Couldn't pick one over the other."

[ask-heldrake-chan]

do you have a horde of treasures?

........can i be one of the treasures? 👉👈

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"... how shiny are you?"