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The transport shuddered and rocked from a massive impact, drive engines whining in protest and increased strain. Its passengers sat in repose, unaffected by the violent shakes and twists of the Crusader that shielded them with its holy might. They looked as one to their commander. He was Amadeus Grymm, Master of Sanctity of the Black Templar 16th Crusade Fleet, and he was a sight to behold.
Amadeus was looked upon as a bit of a radical among his peers. Like his fellow Chaplains, he upheld all it was to bear the title. He jumped eagerly into any fray, no matter the odds, prizing the satisfaction of crushing his enemies hand to hand, face to face. Amadeus however, took this to the extreme, in almost suicidal, bloodthirsty charges of righteous zeal and holy rage. He stood taller than the average Astartes, more emphasized by his gleaming black suit of Tactical Dreadnaught armor, bedecked with holy scrolls and scriptures of his station, and hung with countless crusade badges of honor, and seals of purity. Each gleaming, oversized gauntlet tipped with deadly, razor sharp power claws. He prized the lightning claws over his Holy Crozius, but in a mark of respect for the badge of office, he sanctioned the Techmarines of 16th Fleet to attatch and engrave this holy symbol to the backs of his gauntleted forearms. His eyes burned like guttering flames, as he regarded his squad, his face cloaked by his grinning skull helm.
Each Astartes under his watchful eye, worth one hundred or more "normal" humans. Each as zealous and devout as himself sat awaiting deployment. Each one was handpicked by Amadeus himself, chosen for their fury, and ableness in close combat. Veterans all, victors under his command in several bloody Crusades. Each man had proven himself, each man stood above his peers to catch Amadeus' eye. Each man would become a Reclusiarch in time, were they to survive the countless battles ahead. His men sat encased in their own Tactical Dreadnaught armor, each man bore a skull faced helm. Each man, like Grymm, bore the paired lightning claws he so favored, save for two, who bore Thunder Hammer and Storm Shield each decorated with the Chapter heraldry, the hammers sculpted after the Crozius itself.
Amadeus believed firmly that thier baptism by fire would make them Reclusiarhs to be feared among their enemies. Only the worthy would survive to take up the mantle of the Chaplain. Grymm meant every one of them to succeed.
He looked each Marine in the eyes, the Crusader transport shuddering as its engines spun up to make an assault deployment. "Every one of you knows what is expected of you..." he spoke, his voice deep and rich, an orator's voice. "Each one of you will die for the Empire, gladly.." the Crusader skid to a halt, rocking its passengers, the assault ramp swinging wide. "But NONE OF YOU WILL UNLESS I GIVE YOU PERMISSION! MOVE OUT!" he roared, charging down the assault ramp, the fragmentation mines of the Crusader launching before him. A las bolt skipped off the Crusader's hull near his head, but he paid it no mind, his enemies stood before him agape in fear. He would crush them all personally. His men, his Chaplain's in training, swarmed out around him, smashing into the enemy chanting the Litanies of Hate in a syncronous voice, and a storm of flashing claws....
(A little bit of fluff I wrote up for my Chaplain and his Terminator Assault squad he normally attatches to. I'm still in the works on converting these guys, but the idea of a bunch of zealous berserker mini chaplains, following big old nasty Grymm made me smile. Just wondered what you all thought of the idea. Not that they have any "special" rules as such, they just all have death head helms but act as normal assault termys. This too far a departure from SM fluff? Or do you think this is actually concievable? Thanks.)
A fanatical Emperor-worshiping zealot leading brother space marines into battle so that they might die for "him" and earn a place at his side for all eternity?
Smiting the Emperor's foes in his name, while attempting to embolden the brothers into a faith-inpired battle rage, crushing all in their wake?
Having various followers follow suit, who act just like him?
It's very concievable, and is hardly a departure from SM fluff, especially in certain chapters...
Good theme, good story. Keep up the good work!
I like it. it seems just right for a Chappy of your great chapter, brother Chaplain Grimm.
Â«Ares is the only way to be happy.Â»
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YEah that sounds really cool. I really like "But NONE OF YOU WILL UNLESS I GIVE YOU PERMISSION! MOVE OUT!" i laughed at that becaused it sounds more IG ish. Lol its really good.
What can I say....he's a macho chest thumper. But then again, he is a Chaplain after all. heh.