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Character requests 1/9

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I see your "Ultramarines have poker night" and raise you a "Ultramarines would go crazy for Bridge"

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Personally, I find a 50/50 ratio of WH/Other stuff to be sufficient in curving my nascent drive for destruction

40k has EVERYTHING you need except for vitamin chill. be careful to have a sip of other media once or twice a month so you don't develop 40k scurvy. the symptoms are red eyes, bleeding and intermittent episodes of rage

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The one realistic thing about WH40K is that if you grow up without your biological father having him show up later when you're an adult IS a fifty/fifty toss up between "Neat! He's here now I guess" and "This motherfucker sucks and he's trying to drag me down with him."

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Happy dental health day. every month the toothbrush serf distributes new brushes to the chapter's neophytes. it is an event much anticipated

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No, but seriously speaking, America never had a "Revolutionary War" as the term is used worldwide. They had an independence war, from England, but no other country could get away with calling that a Revolution. You guys can do it. I believe in you

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Reblog to give prev a fucking break holy shit y’all

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Morias Leuze has my affection too tbh.

Just a dinky little nerd who looks very kissable. Probably holes himself up in his study for hours on end and has to be coaxed to come out for food or a shower or to go to bed.

I’d kiss the little skull too.

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Leuze using all his processing power for this one

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EXCUSE ME WHILE I VIOLENTLY WEEP

For @vveltergeist @demikov-dog

This fiction is based on their idea. It is SFW. They speculated that things would have gone very differently if the Inquisition sent Titus with the Red Hunters who found him instead of the Deathwatch.

“Chaplain Leandros is here to see you, Chapter Master.”

“Ah.  I’ve been waiting.”  Marneus Calgar finished his signature on a dataslate and set it aside.  He folded his hands on the desk as the skull-masked Ultramarine came down the deep blue carpet runner that led from the great double doors.

Leandros reached the desk and saluted with the sign of the Aquila.  “Chapter Master.”

“Is Demetrian Titus awake?”

Leandros reached up and undid the seals of his helmet.  He lifted it, revealing a scowl that was different than the one he usually affected.  “There is a problem.”

“Sit”.

Leandros did, accepting one of the chairs that were fashioned to accommodate a Primaris in full armour.  

“What is it?” Calgar asked.  “Did he not recover from the surgery?  Have there been side effects?”

“Chapter Master, he has no idea who he is.  The Red Hunters mind-wiped him completely.”

There was silence in the office for a long while.

“He remembers nothing?”

“As far as he knows, he appeared ex nihilo in their Chapter 57 years ago.  His past is sealed away and he’s going by the name Gaius.  I took off my helmet for him.”  Leandros’ gaze lowered to the skull mask on his lap. “He did not know who I was.”

Calgar focused his augmetic eye on the younger Ultramarine.  He zoomed in to observe his microexpressions, from muscle tension to the dilation of his pupils.  Chaplain Leandros was heartbroken.  He’d been made a Chaplain because of his adherence to the Codex over his own emotions, and his ability to keep those emotions in check in the course of his duties.

“I’ll want to see him, with Librarian Tigurius.”

“You can see him at any time.  He will not be leaving the Apothecarium soon.  But I warn you, Chapter Master…he is not Demetrian Titus anymore.”

“I will go to the Apothecarium this evening.”

“I can accompany you and Chief Librarian Tigurius if you want.”

“Yes.  It would probably be helpful.  Thank you, Chaplain. You’re dismissed.  I will see you tonight.”

“I am filled with dread, Varro,” Calgar admitted as the two Ultramarines made their way towards the Apothecarium.  They were both in armour, with Tigurius’s psychic hood engaged.

“It’s been rolling off you for hours.  I didn’t know Captain Titus well, but he seemed exemplary, if a little too imaginative.”

“I’m already thinking of him as dead.”

“It may be the best thing to do.  I take no joy in saying that.”

“I know you don’t.”

They came to one of the individual cells reserved for Astartes who were convalescing.  It was a dim room with a hospital bed centered against one wall.  Gaius/Titus was sitting up in bed, dressed now in a cobalt medical gown, reading from a dataslate.  Leandros was in the corner, and he gestured for him to stay seated as the two top officers entered the room.

“So.  You’re Sergeant Gaius of the Red Hunters.  I’m Chapter Master Marneus Calgar.  This is Chief Librarian Tigurius.”

“You honour me.”

“Are you aware that you are an Ultramarine?

“I see no reason to doubt that I was.  Many Red Hunters came in from other Chapters.  I only remember 57 years, but I’m clearly much older.”

“What did they tell you about your origin?”

“Only what I needed to know.  I was selected for the Red Hunters by the Inquisition.  I spent the first three years re-learning my warrior’s craft, then I was placed as a line brother in the 9th Company.”

Calgar studied him.  He looked a century older, as would be expected. His nose had been broken at some point.  There were two round scars on his forehead where service studs had once been.

“Your squad was wiped out, and as Chaplain Leandros has stated, we saved your life with the Primaris surgery.”

“Does my Chapter know?” “You’ve been reported as missing in action.  We are trying to decide what to do with you.”

“My place is with the Red Hunters.”

“Are you sure?  The Hunters are Codex compliant, you would likely have no problem fitting back into the Ultramarines.”

Gaius/Titus looked down at his hands.  “I’m sure I would adjust well, but Chapter Master,” he raised his striking blue eyes to gaze at him, “I only have a few years of experience, and none of them with you.  Respectfully, I don’t know if it would be the right thing for me to join you.”

Tigurius spoke for the first time.  “Rest, Sergeant Gaius.  Recovering from the surgery is your only responsibility right now.”

The three Ultramarines looked at each other, then Leandros said, “Feel free to call me if you need anything, Brother.  You are not in any trouble.”

They exited and returned to Calgar’s quarters.  They sat on the sofa around a low central table and a chapter serf brought them recaff.

Once Leandros had removed his helmet and they all had mugs in their hands, Calgar said, “Varro, advise us.”

Varro inhaled deeply.  “In my opinion, we should return Sergeant Gaius to his Chapter.  Keeping him would be theft, and it wouldn’t be good for him, either.”

“Throne.”  Leandros ran his ungauntled hand over his face.  “This is my fault.  His destruction is on my shoulders.”

“You’ve done your penance,” Calgar told him.  It was a century ago.  What’s done is done, and we can only move forward from here.”  He looked up at Tigurius.  “Is there nothing left of Titus?”

Tigurius shook his head sadly.  “He us what he says he is.  The Inquisition mind-wiped him very thoroughly. He knows he must have belonged with another chapter once because his earliest memory is of being a full Astartes re-learning how to be an Astartes.  He has no resentment about being mind-wiped.  He feels that it was necessary for reasons he doesn’t need to know and he’s content as a Red Hunter.”

There was silence in the room again.  Calgar poured himself more recaff.

“I will contact Chapter Master Daemar and let them know we have him.”

“They stole him from us,” Leandros protested.

“What if he asked to be mind-wiped?” Tigurius suggested.

More silence.  Leandros finished his recaff.  “I need to lead Night Prayer.  Excuse me, my lords.”

Night prayer would be delayed, Leandros decided.  He went back to the Apothecarium, to the Red Hunter’s room.  His hearts lifted when he found the new Primaris at prayer, a breviary open on his lap, his lips silently forming the words.

Leandros removed his helmet and said, “Your piety is exemplary.”

Gaius/Titus smiled a little.  “I must praise the Emperor for all He has done for me.  I’m blessed to be be in His holy service.”

“I have a tactical question,” Leandros said.

He looked quizzical.  “Is this a test?”

“For my own benefit, not your detriment.  Consider this scenario.  You are in a Thunderhawk, en route to engage orks.  The most direct way down is to fix jetpacks and jump from it to the site.  What do you do?”

The Astartes didn’t hesitate.  “I wouldn’t.  The Codex Astartes does not support that action.  It would displease the Emperor.”

“A strong answer,” Leandros said.  “I will leave you to your orations.”

“When is morning Mass?”

“0600.  If you are sufficiently recovered.”

“I’d like to hear you preach.”

“You will.  Sleep well, Brother.”

“Sanguinius guard your sleep, Brother Chaplain.”

Leandros closed the door, and Gaius returned to his prayer book.  Leandros replaced his helmet and controlled his breathing until he reached the sacristy.  He removed his helmet again and addressed the junior Brother who was placing ribbons in the pages of a book of sermons.

“Brother Alexis, I need you to lead the prayers tonight.”

Alexis nodded, collected the book, and exited.

Finally in private, Leandros permitted himself the tears that had been burning his eyes since Gaius had awakened.  The Codex Astartes indeed did not support dropping to a site with jump packs.  

Captain Demetrian Titus was dead.

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New poll because I forgot to add one option

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Lotara Sarrin and her oversized attack hound

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A quick shitpost...how did he exactly pitch the idea

They call him big E because his hubris' twice the size of nurgle's backside...

Also, Erda design!

She's wearing something akin to a golden battoula

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Some thoughts after discovering Baroque (1998)