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I will be posting this in three or four sections as it is HUGE way to much to read at one go. Please keep your comments to the latest section only. I don't want this devolving into a 'no, my way. no, my way!... etc.' type argument like when I posted my loyalist fluff.
Pt 1: servant of darkness.
Timothy was born to a normal seeming pair of manufactory workers on a unremarkable isolated world in the galactic north west during the last days of the year 982 M41. However his parents were not at all normal by imperial standards. They were part of the leadership of a chaos cult. Timothy was brought up from birth as part of this secret organization. He was supposed to take his fathers place as one of the three priests of nurgle & tezench, however when he was twelve he was chased by a gang into the steam tunnels and became lost in the black depths.
While trying to find his way back to his hab block he was captured by a group of rogue tech-priests to be used as a subject for their experiments. for the next four years of his life Timothy was kept in a secret underground laboratory and experimented on by the rogue tech adepts. They were engaged in proscribed research into the creation of space marines and had captured timothy along with over a dozen other boys upon which to preform their gruesome investigations. Timothy became a leader among the boys as he was both one of the oldest and the only one not scared of the tech adepts that held them captive, having seen far worse things at his parents rituals.
By the time timothy turned sixteen he had converted all the surviving test subjects to the worship of the ruinous powers, however fate had even darker things in store for him. The scientists were not only interested in the bio-organ aspects of the Astartes development. they were also testing new versions of the weapons and armor used by the space marines. Timothy had adapted to his implants particularly well and so was slated to become the test pilot for a new version of the dread nought that the heretic Mechanicus adepts had built. It was based on the designs employed in constructing titans and the power armor of space marines bypassing completely the piston and gear type systems used in most imperial constructs of dreadnought size.
The tests went well, but timothy knew that after the testing was done the adepts intended to kill all the subjects and start again from the beginning. He also knew he had finally found something powerful enough to allow him to escape the facility and wreak vengeance on those who had imprisoned him. With the cunning bourn of years spent at the heart of a chaos cult Timothy convinced the corrupt adepts that in order to really gauge the effectiveness of their constructs he and the other boys would have to be studied fighting as a unit against real opponents. the adepts reluctantly agreed that he was right and arranged for timothy and the others to ambush a gang in a large sewage treatment room.
Timothy was as a avatar of death walking among the vast pools and vats dispatching any ganger foolish enough to get in his way. Just as he had hoped the gangers would soon charge the others head on rather than face him. With the help of his latent psychic abilities he coordinated a careful strategy to kill their captors. The armor and weapons of the captive children had been designed with 'kill switches' so it was impossible for them to attack the men who had enslaved them but the gangers were under no such restriction and Timothy skill fully drove them towards the watching tech priests. As the last of the tech-priests died he realized Timothy's treachery and sent out the deactivation code that he thought would seal the traitors into their armor entombing them inside the very machines thy had used to slaughter their jailers.
For hours the small group of cult space marines stood trapped by their armor. However timothy had started praying to the dark gods the moment his metal body stopped obeying his commands and in the end the demons answered. Timothy pledged to give himself and his followers to whatever duty the dark gods should order for a year and a day if they would grant him the ability to rescue his comrades from the clutches of their own armor. After some deliberation amongst themselves the daemons who had answered his call for aid agreed.
Last edited by Alexei Vor Yaruk; July 5th, 2005 at 04:11. Reason: Readability.
Why does no one ever post when I write this stuff? I mean I know you read it, how long can 'Its ok.' take to type? Still heres part two.
Pt2: By traitors hands.
After rescuing his brothers in arms, Timothy returned with them to the secret laboratory where they had been imprisoned for four years. Though they had intended to put the place to the torch they found themselves overcome with a strange lethargy and decided that it would be as easy to burn everything in the complex to a crisp after they got some sleep as before. As they slept each of them received a dream from the demons that were now to be their guides from the chaos gods. They were told to not burn the complex but rather go and contact Timothy's parents and have the cult's best scientific minds come analyze the data the tech priests had left behind. This they did, and afterwards spent months serving as advisors to the cult, while preparations were made to begin the cult's long awaited uprising to overthrow the Imperial governor.
At length the dark gods sent Timothy a warning that if the cult did not begin their attack soon they would be discovered and slain. Timothy told the cult's Dominus this, but he dismissed it as a bad dream, jealous of how much the cult was beginning to follow Timothy instead of himself. Timothy knew that the man was a weak resentful fool, and that for the next few months he would be guided by the dark gods all but directly.
In defiance of the Dominus orders he lead his brother cult marines on a string of daring raids into Imperial facilities. A mechanicus shrine, three PDF watch-posts, four churches, and a cathedral were laid waste in the space of eight weeks. With the help of cult members who were loyal to him, rather than the Dominus, he was able to implicate various members of the governor's cabinet (who were, in fact, quite loyal to the Impirium and the eldar) in the gruesome raids. Nether were truly involved even remotely, which only served to confuse the issue even further.
Within two weeks of the Lokshigh cathedral massacre the entire planet was in a state of panic. In order to quell the impending disaster the Inquisitor who had been stalking the cult came out into the open, and straight into the sights of a cultist sniper. The panicked populace turned on itself as pro-imperial citizens tried to root out the heretics hiding among them, who they rightly felt would get them all killed.
In response the governor mobilized the PDF to try to restore order. However the cults saboteurs had been hard at work and when the tanks unrolled their banners they were immediately attacked by the imperial loyalists, the banners having been replaced with scrolls displaying the eight pointed star of chaos surrounded by the symbols of the four chaos gods. Thus the rebellion was joined in earnest, as the cults forces used deception and guile to capture or kill huge numbers of enemy combatants. Cultists would pop out of sewers and hide amidst the statuary of buildings just to kill a handful of civilians with indiscriminate gunfire. Soon everyone distrusted everyone else, and almost all pretense of organized defense evaporated.
The fighting raged on for four months until the forces of the Impirium had been pushed back to the great trade city of Dosume. The cult's Dominus gave orders for a siege to spare his forces further losses. Timothy, however, would have none of it knowing full well that a Imperial relief force was on its way. He countermanded the Dominus' orders telling the cult's solders to prepare for a armored assault on the city.
Looking good, Alexei. Keep it up
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Yeah, It's nice fluff.
A slightly unusual concept, but it certainly hasn't moved outside the scope of the 40k universe, so no gripes there.
However, Timothy is a slightly wierd name for a chaos marine.. He could always have changed it to something more menacing.
I also don't think chaos cults are normally quite so.. normal. I had the image of inbred semi-mutants living in the sewers and scrawling blasphemous prayers in their own blood and excrement. But maybe that's a little over-dramatic. But it's worth remembering that there are sometimes physical side effects to chaos worship.
Finally.. His reasons for petitioning daemonic aid are rather altruistic. Surely someone raised in a chaos cult would consider his underlings expendable cannon fodder, or at best weaklings unable to grasp true power. Chaos is selfish, it rewards the strong, not the weak, and protecting the weak is weak.
Last edited by The_Giant_Mantis; May 25th, 2005 at 22:36.
Well not everyone will be named Vokesh the Terrible. More importantly however what self respecting Inquisitor would believe someone called 'Little Timmy' was the arch villain he is looking for?Originally Posted by The_Giant_MantisWell yes, the ones that get caught do. but the ones that grow large enough to destroy worlds are likely much more subtle.I also don't think chaos cults are normally quite so... normal. I had the image of inbred semi-mutants living in the sewers and scrawling blasphemous prayers in their own blood and excrement. But maybe that's a little over-dramatic. But it's worth remembering that there are sometimes physical side effects to chaos worship.Ah, but his reasons were totally selfish, he would have died entombed as well. Also he can only do so much by himself, rescuing the others gives him minions.Finally His reasons for petitioning daemonic aid are rather altruistic. Surely someone raised in a chaos cult would consider his underlings expendable cannon fodder, or at best weaklings unable to grasp true power. Chaos is selfish, it rewards the strong, not the weak, and protecting the weak is weak.
Well, here is section 3. You all may have slightly more to disagree with here.
PT 3: The Duel
The Dominus was furious and challenged Timothy to a no holds bared duel for absolute leadership. Timothy accepted and at midnight the two men met on a hastily erected platform in the shape of the chaos star. The rules of the fight were simple, the first one to die, fall from the platform or give up lost - and, if they survived, became the victor's slave. The Dominus moved agilely and gracefully, leaping from one area to the next with his long mutated legs, taking shots with his bolt pistol whenever the opportunity arose.
Timothy in contrast sat in the center of the platform and waited, his armor was protected by more than mere metal and he knew from the visions he had been gifted with that soon enough the Dominus would grow tired and fall. However the Dominus too had demons to advise him and when he felt himself growing tired stopped on one point of the star. He tore open his robes to reveal a set of rune inscribed chains about his chest with many arcane seals. In a single swift motion he screamed out the use name of his patron demon and sliced the chains free with his force blade.
Timothy knew that he was calling upon a greater daemon for aid and immediately moved in to slay him before the daemon could manifest. Yet even the enhanced robotic body Timothy now possessed could not cover the distance fast enough and he barely reached the Dominus while the transformation was still in progress. In the final moments a staff and wings began to materialize and Timothy knew he faced a Changer of Ways, one of the greater demons of Tezeanch.
Before the demon could orient itself he slapped the force staff from the demons hand. A heavy punch sent the great spirit sprawling but it now knew where it was and what it had to do. The daemon lunged and Timothy grappled with it. Strength met strength as the two monstrous champions wrestled on the great platform.
Though in truth Timothy's strength was greater the daemon was not attempting to over match him physically but rather psychically. Hammers of mental force slammed into Timothy's mind and would soon have overwhelmed him had he not called upon his advisors. Timothy was lucky in that they were old rivals of the Dominus patron and so used their mastery of the warp to pull away the essence of the Changer of Ways. The Daemon swift found its strength flagging and the power behind the mental assault it was throwing at Timothy draining away. In a few minutes the daemon was so week that Timothy was able to hog tie it and then slowly lower it to the ground.
By the rules of the contest Timothy had won TWO slaves, both the Dominus and, as it had chosen to interfere and placed itself into the arena, the Changer of Ways. Though normally he would have had no power over such a creature Timothy mysteriously now knew its True Name to be Ablathlcogiechma.
Last edited by Alexei Vor Yaruk; May 27th, 2005 at 02:51. Reason: Readability.
My answer to this one has struck me as Inadequate. So i have scoured the sources at my disposal for a better reply. On GWs website I found one.Originally Posted by The_Giant_Mantis
"OF CULTS AND BLASPHEMERS BEYOND REDEMPTION
Chaos not only threatens Mankind via the hordes assaulting Cadia. Its influence is often felt at a more insidious level. Individuals may turn to the worship of the Chaos powers, through some deep-rooted flaw in their character or through contact with others of a similar outlook. Sometimes a man may be turned to Chaos against his will, driven beyond the point of sanity by an assault on his soul. Whatever the cause, every world in the Imperium is suspected to harbour a dark underbelly of cultists who offer up themselves and every other human on their planet as living sacrifice to the Ruinous Powers.
At times the activities of such cultists gnaw at the foundations of a world's authorities, cultivating anarchy and strife. Upon other worlds the worship of these powers may be an established, though subtly hidden, fact; a sub-strata of corruption running below the surface of an otherwise orderly and loyal world.
Regardless of the nature of their worship, the fate of all such cults is ultimately the same. They will either be uncovered and destroyed by the agents of the Inquisition, or they will bring about their own end when Chaos waxes to such an extent that war becomes inevitable. These followers tend not to survive once open war is begun, for they are cowardly creatures who prefer to keep to the shadows. Whichever fate awaits them, those who would sell their souls to Chaos are damned. Damned to a life of flight from the light of the Emperor's Justice, and damned to an eternity of suffering as their souls are consumed by the ravening powers of the Warp."
Humph, I don't know why I am still bothering. Anyway, It looks like this will in fact turn out as six parts rather than four but oh well. now for the next section.
pt. 4: Commence the siege.
At 60 am, an hour before the first light of dawn he ordered the attack. The cult's captured tanks began reducing the walls of the space port. At the same time a special unit of men and women who had been to close to the Dominus moved through the vast expanses of maintenance tunnels into the heart of the facility. One of them was wrapped in the reforged chains the Dominus had worn during the duel. Their mission was simple. They were to get as close to the central command post as possible then release Ablathlcogiechma on the unsuspecting defenders.
When a large enough gap had been blasted into the spaceport walls Timothy ordered all of the cult's armored transports to rush the defenders. Just over fifty chimeras and rhinos equipped with spike studded dozer-blades charged into the complex attacking in a storm of furious bolter and las-gun fire. A half dozen tanks or more were blown apart by return fire from those defenders who were still in a position to do so but soon enough they had reached the inner barricades. The tanks smashed into the piled oil drums and sandbags the defenders had put up as a secondary line of defense and were soon immobilized. It was at that point that the hundreds of cultists they had been carrying jumped out and attacked the PDF units in front of them with wild abandon. Blood ran over tarmac in thin rivulets and screams from both sides rent the air.
The carnage was horrible but the cultists were armed better than the PDF by this point and also had equipped themselves specifically for a close quarters engagement. In under five minutes all the PDF troopers had retreated or been killed. The survivors formed up at the center of the space port and prepared to make their final stand. The five control towers became hard-points with heavy weapons ready to spit death on any one so foolish as to approach. Office buildings were converted into bunkers with sandbags filled with old parts were stacked in the windows. Repair domes were stocked with fuel and explosives fitted with proximity detonators. It was all in vain.
Down in the maintenance and supply tunnels the strike force had made good progress. Killing the handful of servitors and maintenance workers they encountered out of hand. Soon enough they were lying in wait below the northern com-tower. as they sat in the pitch dark they began to hear voices coming down from above. They waited as heavy weapons scraped across the floor above and booted feet tramped a soft staccato rhythm overhead. When at last all was silent the time came and nine keys were placed into the nine locks holding the mantle of chains around the Dominus former mistress. As one the keys were turned and the very air arced and cracked with electricity as the Changer of Ways was unleashed.
The scream that split the air was blood curdling and it shook the complex to its core. Ablathlcogiechma's rage knew no bounds and its fury tore the tower from its moorings. The raw energy of the warp melted bricks an froze las shots in space as the greater daemon rent asunder reality itself.
The defenders reeled from the raw fury of the assault and as the chaos horde rushed forward lesser daemons began appearing silencing the surviving heavy weapons. Soon enough all the defenders of the space port were ether dead or captured. The cult marines went to work organizing the the examination and preparation of all the ships available, while Timothy drew up plans for the final assault on Dosume.
Last edited by Alexei Vor Yaruk; July 5th, 2005 at 04:19.
Keep it coming, i like it very much (Y)
Thank you. And now for part 5!Originally Posted by Kelnor
PT 5: Governors fall
For days the cults captured artillery pounded the city reducing the walls and making ruins of the rest. The defenders pulled back to the Grand Courthouse, and made ready to die for the Emperor. The shelling continued for almost a weak until all that was left were buildings too close to the courthouse guns to be hit. At last timothy ordered the attack, hundreds of cultists began to make their way through the ruins. shelling from the courthouse guns began to take its tole but oddly Timothy was never targeted. He walked as though invisible, shells falling everywhere but never directly at him.
Soon the survivors found themselves in Justice Square directly below the courthouse guns. Though many felt that they had rushed into a death trap the guns did not fire. From behind them they heard a deafening crack and turned to see all the buildings surrounding the square collapse forming a unscalable barrier of ruble. The square was indeed a deathtrap but of a very different kind. the doors of the Courthouse slammed wide and out strode the governor and the surviving PDF. With a voice of Iron he ordered the PDF units to open fire indiscriminately and they obeyed without hesitation. In moments the courthouse guns too opened fire and dozens of cultists fell. Timothy was unswayed by this show of force, he bellowed a great war-cry and charged. In that moment it seemed as if the veil that had hidden him was lifted and the Governors troops quailed in fear. The panicking cultists turned and charged rushing the PDF in a desperate bid to survive.
Knowing full well they would be overwhelmed if they let the cultists meet them head on the PDF counter charged and the two forces met with a crash that rang through square. The fighting soon turned to a bitter exchange of blows as the two forces fought blade to pistol. Timothy was relentless smashing aside troopers left and right with the power-fist that served as his left hand. Anyone stupid enough to try to charge him was shot with the technomantic bolter he carried as he advanced on the governor.
The governor too was bashing his way through the swirling melee eager to finally confront the great heretic who had cost him his world. His power cutlas flashed in blurred arcs taking off the arms, legs, or heads of any cultist who got in his way.
It was not long before the two champions met face to face, both sides paused for somehow all knew that whoever was victor here would claim the planet as their prize, regardless of what anyone else could do. Sword to fist the two clashed a dance of death that whirled about the sudden clearing in the waring armies. After a protracted fight the governor slipped his cutlas under timothy's guard and with a desperate upward thrust sheared his arm free. The power-fists unstable field burned out in a violent melt down which left the entire arm little more than a heap of slag.
Timothy staggered back reeling and off balance. The governor closed drawing an ancient plasma pistol from his robes. He fired at Timothy's head and timothy only just barley blocked with his other arm. Though it seemed all but over the governor had forgotten that his opponent was far more dexterous than any normal dreadnought and still felt no pain. As he stalked slowly forward timothy suddenly burst into a flurry of motion, flipping back up from his prone position and kicking the governor in the chest with one of his over sized feet.
As the final rays of the sun set behind the Grand Courthouse, Timothy calmly walked over to the stunned governor and using his damaged but still functional right arm picked the governor up. With the strength of massive fiber bundles and steely servos he crushed the Governors head like a grape and cast his body through the Doors of Judgment. A year and a day after his oath to the chaos gods, Timothy's followers rushed through the court house gate and destroyed the last bastion of Imperial rule on the entire planet.
Last edited by Alexei Vor Yaruk; June 1st, 2005 at 06:03. Reason: art 5, not 6!