The Tide of the God Emperor's Will

"Strike me down, and a thousand shall take my place! As Pious stood, so stand I!" (Indie RP for an Imperial Guardsman, plus occasional miniature features and homebrew lore)

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

“I do know a style of fighting known as ‘Nerve Blocking’. It lets me basically rob the person of the ability to use the arms and legs through pressing certain pressure points. Usually it comes back after about an hour though.” Selora shrugged

[pacificanglory]

“Sounds heretical. Or…Inquisitorial. Not sure which is more likely”

Not that he would know much one way or the other, he was just a lowly Guardsman after all. 

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

“Ironically, I learned it when I was amongst your ranks from a fellow soldier.” Selora laughed. “Do you want to learn?”

[pacificanglory]

Huh. Well...maybe it would work on an Ork and give him an edge... Never hurt to have a few new tricks in close combat, especially with some of the weirder things they had been fighting recently.

“Sure, if you’ve got the time.”

Would be a nice change of pace from re-re-reading his “edited” copy of the Uplifting Primer.

[pacificanglory]

Randomly running into other 40k fans is ALWAYS fun

[pacificanglory]

Also entirely random thought but Im pretty sure the Imperium of Man isn’t racist. 

All of humanity is considered “perfect”, its just mutations and deviations from that perfection that they cannot abide.

And xenos, of course.

So skin color, body shape, whatever, I dont think it really matters to the Imperium too much. If you’re human you’re human and you can work, fight, or breed. 

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

“I do know a style of fighting known as ‘Nerve Blocking’. It lets me basically rob the person of the ability to use the arms and legs through pressing certain pressure points. Usually it comes back after about an hour though.” Selora shrugged

[pacificanglory]

“Sounds heretical. Or…Inquisitorial. Not sure which is more likely”

Not that he would know much one way or the other, he was just a lowly Guardsman after all. 

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

“Ironically, I learned it when I was amongst your ranks from a fellow soldier.” Selora laughed. “Do you want to learn?”

[pacificanglory]

A pause, as the soldier thought.

“Well, so long as you don’t tell anyone you taught me, least of all Commisar Squires.” He was pretty sure the black-coat would look the other way so long as it lead to more dead xenos, but still. 

[pacificanglory]

I really have GOT to stop forgetting this blog is a thing. 

But I figure nows as good a time as any to come back to it. I could use some good old fashioned lasgun work. 

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

“I do know a style of fighting known as ‘Nerve Blocking’. It lets me basically rob the person of the ability to use the arms and legs through pressing certain pressure points. Usually it comes back after about an hour though.” Selora shrugged

[pacificanglory]

“Sounds heretical. Or...Inquisitorial. Not sure which is more likely”

Not that he would know much one way or the other, he was just a lowly Guardsman after all. 

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

"So if you punched a Warboss hard enough to knock out his teeth...what happened to the teeth? Greenies use them for currency right?"

“Those teeth made good carving practice.” Selora casually pointed up to where the tusks of the Warboss had been carved with pretty designs and up in a clear glass case. “They do. I’m pretty sure these would be worth quite a bit by their currency standards. But I’d much sooner flame those bastards.”

[pacificanglory]

Well, he couldn’t really say no, and so, he didn’t.

“Thank you.” Might as well be polite. He heard some shipmistress’s got a bit peeved if their cargo or passengers (or both, one in the same) weren’t respectful.

No reason to risk that honestly.

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

"So if you punched a Warboss hard enough to knock out his teeth...what happened to the teeth? Greenies use them for currency right?"

“Those teeth made good carving practice.” Selora casually pointed up to where the tusks of the Warboss had been carved with pretty designs and up in a clear glass case. “They do. I’m pretty sure these would be worth quite a bit by their currency standards. But I’d much sooner flame those bastards.”

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

Selora let out a lighthearted laugh. “Don’t feel bad. I remember my days as an infantry member on who was to become my mentors ship. I managed to get stuck in the boilers because I couldn’t figure out how touchpads worked.” She said. “Then again, I came from a Deathworld. We didn’t exactly have those.”

[pacificanglory]

“Thats fair.” Boilers? Oh, probably for one of the lesser power systems...or maybe this whole ship ran on steam?

It was hard to tell with some of the larger ones, there were pipes and things you couldn’t really tell what they were for...

“Could you show me the way back, maybe? Or at least point me in the direction?”

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

"So if you punched a Warboss hard enough to knock out his teeth...what happened to the teeth? Greenies use them for currency right?"

“Those teeth made good carving practice.” Selora casually pointed up to where the tusks of the Warboss had been carved with pretty designs and up in a clear glass case. “They do. I’m pretty sure these would be worth quite a bit by their currency standards. But I’d much sooner flame those bastards.”

[pacificanglory]

“Stasis fielded I assume? They rot once they’re out of the mouth if I remember right.” And INSIDE the mouth if the breath of the occasional greenskin who got to close to him was anything to go by. 

“Lovely scrimshaw work either way. Origin just makes it all the better.” A snort.  “Feckin’ Greenies.”

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

“He called me a bloody git, and he got what was coming. I admit I was very tempted to flame my hands after. Disgusting brutes. They make good punching bags though.” Selora gave a small laugh. “Anyways, may I ask for your name and purpouse on my ship, Soldier?”

[pacificanglory]

“Oh, me? Im Sergeant Marks, ma’am. You’re transporting my unit.” Well, the 305th, and about half a million other Guardsmen, tanks, and various support crew crammed into one of the battleships bays. It was honsestly like being a sandine in a can, like you’d eat on the beach with a knife back home.

And now he wanted salted sandine. Feck. 

“I got a little turned around, I think. All the lifts I’ve passed only go UP, not down.”

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

“Ah! Now I remember. Your units are due on Vivan 899, correct?” Selora asked. “Something about some idiot Govenor, if I’m not mistaken. He’s been a problem since he came into power, its a good thing he’s being shot diwn in my opinion.” She huffed. “Those lifts do go down, its the other button on the left.”

[pacificanglory]

“You sure? I only saw one button-” Oh. “You mean the left as in, the other side of the lift cage itself...ahh, blast.”

He sighed.  “This is why they dont let the PBI’s handle Emperor-gifted tech like this. We’d run it into a moon before we could even figure out how to turn the engines off.”

Poor Bloody Infantry. Him, basically, and most every other Guardsman. 

“And now to walk all the way back.”

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

"So if you punched a Warboss hard enough to knock out his teeth...what happened to the teeth? Greenies use them for currency right?"

“Those teeth made good carving practice.” Selora casually pointed up to where the tusks of the Warboss had been carved with pretty designs and up in a clear glass case. “They do. I’m pretty sure these would be worth quite a bit by their currency standards. But I’d much sooner flame those bastards.”

[pacificanglory]

“Stasis fielded I assume? They rot once they’re out of the mouth if I remember right.” And INSIDE the mouth if the breath of the occasional greenskin who got to close to him was anything to go by. 

“Lovely scrimshaw work either way. Origin just makes it all the better.” A snort.  “Feckin’ Greenies.”

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

“He called me a bloody git, and he got what was coming. I admit I was very tempted to flame my hands after. Disgusting brutes. They make good punching bags though.” Selora gave a small laugh. “Anyways, may I ask for your name and purpouse on my ship, Soldier?”

[pacificanglory]

“Oh, me? Im Sergeant Marks, ma’am. You’re transporting my unit.” Well, the 305th, and about half a million other Guardsmen, tanks, and various support crew crammed into one of the battleships bays. It was honsestly like being a sandine in a can, like you’d eat on the beach with a knife back home.

And now he wanted salted sandine. Feck. 

“I got a little turned around, I think. All the lifts I’ve passed only go UP, not down.”

[ask-the-ursa-mother]

"So if you punched a Warboss hard enough to knock out his teeth...what happened to the teeth? Greenies use them for currency right?"

“Those teeth made good carving practice.” Selora casually pointed up to where the tusks of the Warboss had been carved with pretty designs and up in a clear glass case. “They do. I’m pretty sure these would be worth quite a bit by their currency standards. But I’d much sooner flame those bastards.”

[pacificanglory]

“Stasis fielded I assume? They rot once they’re out of the mouth if I remember right.” And INSIDE the mouth if the breath of the occasional greenskin who got to close to him was anything to go by. 

“Lovely scrimshaw work either way. Origin just makes it all the better.” A snort.  “Feckin’ Greenies.”

[pacificanglory]

I aint deaadddd

[1st-1]

Volcanic lighting from Taal Volcano Philippines

[systlin]

Another tidbit of Mando lore;

Mandalorians quickly figured out that Jedi mostly view blaster fire as “fun lightsaber practice”.

During the Mando-Jedi wars, they dealt with this in characteristically practical fashion; they used slugthrowers (aka ordinary firearms) instead, because if a Jedi tries to deflect a regular bullet, what happens is “A bunch of bullet shrapnel to the Jedi’s face.”

[systlin]

Jedi or sith; deflects blaster fire

Mando’ade, racking a shotgun; deflect this you wizard bitch

[little-miss-rasputin-pageant]

everyone: you can’t beat the jedi. they’ll just deflect your blasters

the mandalorians:

[tjdruid]

[pacificanglory]

Death world

“Another day in the Guard, eh brother?”Honestly, this was home to him; heretics, lethal planet, shells and screaming natives…yeah. 

Lasgun in hand, he sighted, feeling the easy muscle-memory of combat.

“After these guys are dusted, you want some tea? One of the lads figured out how to turn that mossy stuff that grows on damn near everything into a passable Earl Grey.”

[pacificanglory]

“Ours are mostly piloted by servitors, so I’m liable to agree with you on that.” Marks poked his head up again and swept across the edge, making sure nothing more than the heavy plate of his helmet and the very edges of his eyes were visible. This was how you made sure not to take a bolt to the head; dont show your head as much as possible.

“Also, this might just be me, but I’m getting a sudden sense of deja vu…but I guess muddy trenchlines are kind of a given anywhere in our glorious Imperium, are they not?”

[coloursergeantbourne]

“You’re not living if you’re not in a trench, that’s got a double meaning now that I think about it. We’ve still got flyboys they go to train with the Navy and come back to fly the crates and make us sick.”

He listened to sound of the distant artillery and leaned back against the wall of his dugout. These were the days he hated the quiet and peaceful no battles, no fighting, nothing but the waiting.

[pacificanglory]

“Huh. Maybe they’ve had enough?”  A hopeful thought, but it wouldn’t be the first time. Like on Panem, when they’d expected a fight but the planet just gave up because they’d been fighting among themselves for 75 years and were quite eager to do something else for once. 

He put himself down into the mud, ear screwed to his helmet to check his combead. Nothing but silence and static. He checked the antenna looped around behind it; clear. 

“Nothing from HQ... Think we’re getting jammed?” He paused, then checked the power.  “Or its just off...” A flick of the switch powered static but little more. 

“No commands so far. Maybe they’re keeping their head down through the shelling.”

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Iconic.

[jackass-biomancer]

[pacificanglory]

Hours of intense close ups of cement being squeezed between cinder blocks, artillery being wheeled into place, and bolters being fed belts of shells. 

Also for the REALLY kinky, hyper-janky combat footage of the enemies of man hurling themselves against barricades.

[huntsman-ash]

The Star Ospreys Chapter is warned of the coming Noctus Aeturna by one of their homeworlds sentient orcas, 999 M41 (colorized)