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Ok now, this is an idea i've been playing with. Using my Angels of Vengeance painted Emp Champ in my Black Templar army. I love the model and the idea of having one model in the army who sticks out completely. So here is my fluff for him...
Brother Dramadel, the Dark Angels greatest champion landed on the planet with Grand Master Suralai. They lead the sixth and half of the fifth Dark Angels companies onto ths seemingly well civilized and developed planet. The planet had a few advanced cities, but was covered mainly in dense forests and tall mountains, it was known only as GammaVI. They were here, following up on a rumor that a small band of the fallen was hiding here atop one of the mountains. The Dark Angels traveled through the dense forests and bagan the climb up the mountain. Expecting no trouble from the natives an assuming the band of fallen was small it was a bit of a relaxed hike, until they neared the top of the mountain, one las ledge to climb over and they would be there. As they approuched this ledge they began to prepare for battle, checking their ammunition and redying their chainswords and weapons but nothing could prepare them for what they would find at the top of this particular muontain. As the first marine reached the top of the mountain, he screamed into his comm device, everyone heard part of soething but nothing that resembled anything articulate. Unforuanalty they all head the same thing an knew what it was. As the warning was cut short they knew what they were about to face..Kho.. or so he started. As they all rushed over the ledge they found hundreds upon hundreds of Khorn beerkers charging towards them. As quickly as the Angels could climb and jump over the ledge the beserkers and their chainswords were cutting them down. Without thinking twice the assault marines kicked their jetpacks on and flew up over the ledge, landing in the middle of the melee. Brother Dramadel leaped over the ledge, quickly surveying the battle he was horrified to realise they were outnumbered by at least 25% and that percent was quickly rising, but the assault marines were doing their job and beautifully as the randomness of their charge surprised the crazed beserkers letting them chop the beserkers down as they recovered from the charge...for the moment at least.
Soon Dramadel joined the fight, his master crafted bolt pistol blaring, the shots rebounding harmlessly off most but also felling a few, never enough, but a few. He then charge straight into the main melee, swinging his Black Sword with one hand, fireing his Bolt Pistol with the other, the power and fury in his charge let him strike beserker after beserker down, ecapitating a few, dismembering a few more, but mostly he cut them through their hip, letting the bodies fall to the ground in to bloodly heaps. The sight of such heroism inspired the Dark Angels so much they all fought renewed, determined to beat back their oppressors. GrandMaster Suralai was especially proud of his champion.
The Angels fought with renewed strength, many taking after Dramadel, dismembering the khornites or slicing them straight through the midsection. It looked as if the Dark Angels might actually be victorious this day, but it seems that was not meant to be. The air around the battle began to ripple and one of the aspiring champions of Khorne began to scream as he fell to the grund, cluthing two fistfulls of dust. The scream was deafening, so painul. Everyone in the surrounding area was able to hear this bellowing of pain. Soon enough everyone knew why, a larger being, a larger winged figre burst out of the skin of the champion. A large winged figure stood tall, stretching his wings out and screaching defiantly into the air, swinging his axe and whip of khorne around in the air. As if the appearence of the Daemon prince was not bad enough, Bloodletters began pouring out through the openings to the warp. The bloodletters, with their massive swords and claws were ripping through the Dark Angels, which were quickly overwhelmed. As Dramadel surveyed the battlefield he knew there was only one place he needed to be, so he rushed to the most immediate threat, th Daemon Prince. He dropped his Bolt Pistol to he Ground, whispering a short prayer as he grasped the Black Sword in two hands and leapt at the Prince of Khorne. Their battle raged on for what seemed to be ever, Dark Angels and Chaos alike strayed away from their fight as not to be struck down by a stray blow. As the two dueled, the Dark Angels were quickly loosing the fight, unbeknownst to Dramadel. Finally the Angels of Vengeance's champion beat the Prince of Chaos to the ground, stepping on one of it's wings, the crunching of bones snapping and cartilage ripping was overtaken by the painfilled screech let loose by the creature as Dramadel forced his sword through the creatures throat. The screetch slowly died into a blood filled gurgle. Dramadel raised his sword in triumph, turning around to face the rest of his oppressors but was quickly overwhelmed, many blows struck him, the only one that truly mattered was the shar pain he felt in his gut as a bloodletters sword was forced into it. Before he could strike back or acess the damage he felt gozens are clawed hands pushing him back and back until finally he had nowhere to go but down.
Dramadel awoke to find himself lying deep in fooliage at the bottom of the mountain. He touched the wound in his gut and realised the sword had no actually punctuated the armor. He looked around, seeing a few marines around him, but exactly who he was not sure, his vision was still blurred from the fall. He rose intending to find out what had happened. As he got up he heard screaming telling him to get down or die. Confused Dramadel shook his head, clearing hs vision looking around he saw that these marines were not his brother Angels but they were Black Templars, marines dones in all Black and White armor. He quickly came to as a veternous marine began shouting orders and 5 scouts rushed at Dramadel, he quickly swept up his sword and deftly did away with the neophytes. Next the Marshel looking marine ordered 10 initiates with blters at him, so they charged towards Dramadel bolters blazing. He grasped for his bolt pistol, not finding it he grabbed his sword in two hands an rushed towards the marines. Six of the marines went down easily enough, not even getting in a swing. The other four put up a bit mre of a fight, one of the initiates even slicing Dramadels shoulder pad open, but they also eventually fell. This went on for a long while, the Marshal shouting orderes and neophytes and initiates rushing towards Dramadel, they all ended up the same. Finally a squad of 10 assault marines flew towards him, powerswords glowing. He thought he was a goner, he readied himself for the oncoming melee but before they could reach him he was hit in the head and fell foward, his sword landing at his feet. The Deathwatch Sergeant lowered his smoking bolter and reloaded the Inferno shots into it. Nodding his head the Marshal called off the Deathwatch and the Assault marines, walking over to Dramadels body. He had assumed with the amount of Khorne daemons they found and cleansed from this planet that this man must have been tainted, his superhuman battle skills supported this theory,but he ordered the man taken to his thunderhawk gunship and detained. He was to be tested to see if he was tainted and if they would have to cleanse him or not.
Dramadel awoke, his vision quickly focusing as he realised all too quickly that his helmet had been removed and he was bound to the table he was laying on at his wrists and ankles. He struggled to get free, quickly realising it was no use he looked around the room he was in. He spotted his helmet on table beside him along with viles of blood, he assuumed were his. This left him confused, why would his attackers bring him to their ship and not kill him whre he had fallen? He thought back to the skirmish, the men he had been fighting were marines, Black Templars, so they were probably not naturally hostile towards other marines. With this realisation he realised where he was, he was on an emergency table inside a ThunderHawk Gunship. This, at the least gave him a glint of hope of survival. As his thought trail ended, the door opened and four men walked in, a chaplain in artificer armor, the commander who had been ordering the attacks on him and two basic initiates armed with bolt pistols and close combat weapons. As he knew the Black Templars history he knew this would be very easy...or not
The man in the Termy armor introdcused himself as High Marshal Souri, he also introduced the Chaplain as brother Kedyns Crow. The Champlain nodded in assurance at the bounch champion. He strided towards Dramadel, stopping beside the table where he was bound as he read through some papers in a folder he had been carrying. "It seems you have not been tainted by the foul chaos that was down on GammaVI, you are lucky." Dramadel nodded, "That is good to know, do you think these restraints can be removed then?" The Chaplain nodded and flicked a nearby switch, the shakles that bound Dramadel not loosened and released letting him sit up though he dared not go further then that, not yet. Crow informed Dramadel tat he was on a thunderhawk of the Black Templars fleet but insisted that the specific ship and fleet were not important yet. Dramadel felt no urge to press the chaplain.
Remembering why he was on the planet to begin with Dramadel quickly questioned the Chaplain on what had happened to his brother angels and the chaos force. The battle was recounted for him, as much as Crow knew at least. They had been ambushed by a large gathering of Khornite followers and that in the end they were overtaken. The Templars who were coming to destroy the chaos threat, unbeknownst to the Dark Angels had finished what the Angels started, but Dramadel was the only surviving Angel. Dramadel looked up into the Chaplains eyes, gathering that he was serious he began to sort his feelings, but he found only rage and hatred. His grip on the edge of the medical table tightened, the titanium crushing beneath his grip. He then stood up, swinging his head side to side frantically, not knowing what to do. He raised his fists up over his head and before the two initiates could draw their bolt pistols he had slammed his fists down onto the table, follding the table in on itself. He stood up straight, fire in his eyes ad he turned to face the Chaplain. He found that Crow had taken a step back but had never taken his eyes off the champion. Dramadel reached for his helmet, pulling it over his head and setting it in placed he made a solomn vow right there "to avenge his brothers and to cleanse this world of all chaos, especially the blasphemous Khornites!"
With that oath, chaplain Kedyns Crow stepped foward and places his right hand on Dramadels left shoulder, a small smile began to curve his lips. "We both will brother, we both will." With that Crow offered to induct Dramadel into their order as the rest of his company brother were dead or lightyears away.
Dramadel thought on the proposition for a moment, shaking his head, "I am honoured but your men would never accept me." Crow turned towards one of the initiates who handed Dramadel a piece of paper with nine names on it. Before he could ask Crown explained.."This is a list of nine initiates, who witnessed your battle with our brothers, they would gladly go into battle under your command." Dramadel looked back to the Chaplain. "I will be able to retain my armor?" Crow looked at his suit of Artificer Armor, adorned with medals and honours, painted half Dark Angels green and half white seperated by a vertical line going down the middle of the suit. "Yes it seems to be up to our standards, you shall keep it in honour of your brothers and to never forget your mission, to purge this universe of the foul Chaos." Dramadel grasped Crows hand in his, giving a short powerful shake. "Thank you Brother, for saving my old life and for giving me a new one. Now where is my Sword?"
Going to redo and mod it, for now i'm tired of typing, hope you like it.
No comments huh? What does noone like it? Or is it too long to read? Someone give me some feedback!
He's coming for you...
work on your spelling, it makes parts somewhat confusing, but its ok fluff.
Back from a long adventure.
veternous? What the ***** is that? And again, they wouldn't have any Deathwatch marines with them if they were fighting chaos. They would be using Grey Knights.