#freeblade

[cawyden-gaming]

WIP Whenever

Thank you for the tag, @kshert, @inquisitornocturn (ok that was WIP Wednesday but I always kind of miss it) and @fourraccoonsinacoat 💖

To show her his respect and thanks for supporting him, Freeblade Heinrix invites Navy officer, Lord Captain Venria van Maynard, to visit his Knight Errant. If only Venria would know that "Knight" means the machine, not the pilot...

“Lord Captain, if I may… admiring a Knight from afar is one thing, but riding one is an entirely different experience.” “I'm not admiring y-” Her frown vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and she stared at him with wide eyes. “…riding?” “Yes, that is one of the more… common expressions for it. I apologise if I am being overly forward or if I have misread a certain… interest on your part. Should you not object to spending a little more time with me, I would be honoured to offer you what I believe will be an exciting and unforgettable experience.” “You can't be… you're not…” He had hoped to delight her and expected a certain awe, but not this level of nervousness. Perhaps it was wiser to temper her expectations - without bonding to the Throne Mechanicum, there was only so much she could do. “I should explain. There are restrictions. A deeper connection will not be possible, of course… but you can still make it move with your touch.” “My… touch…?” she echoed with an unsteady voice. “There is no need to be anxious,” he said softly. “While it is remarkably sensitive, just be gentle and let it respond to you. I will guide your hands until you find the right feel for it.” “That… sounds rather… intimate.” She responded with a breathy murmur, while her eyes were fixed on his. “It is. You would be the first… in a very long time. It is not merely a rare privilege - it is a gesture of respect and trust. And I believe you have more than earned it.” “How generous. And so altruistic.” “Not entirely. I am, of course, grateful for your assistance, but I genuinely believe you would enjoy seeing The Spear of Dawn up close. And I am also not opposed to pleasant company.” “You named it?” “Oh no, it was named by others, a long time ago. Since then, whole generations have been riding it.” A brief silence stretched between them, and in it he noticed her uneven, heavy breathing. Her gaze was now unfocused, fixed somewhere on the ground. His smile faltered, and the warm, ceremonial tone he had used before faded, replaced now by genuine concern. “Lord Captain, are you feeling well?” She responded with a small dismissive wave of her hand. “All right, that’s enough. You've had your fun - you can stop teasing me now.” “By the Throne, why would you think that? Is it really so hard to believe that I am inviting you into my Knight?” “Your Knight? Your... machine? The giant metal war machine?” “Yes, of course - what else could I possibly mean?” “But aren't you a Knight?” “Knight Scion. Oh… Emperor… You thought I meant-” “Never mind. Let's pretend this conversation never happened.” “Forgive me. I truly believed you understood. It was never my intention… I would never dream of-” “Of course,” she said quietly, cutting him off quickly. She straightened, tugging her jacket into place. Whatever ease had been just a moment ago had vanished, replaced by a tension he couldn’t quite place. “I am sure you have… other standards. If you'll excuse me.” “Exactly… wait - what?”

[poorexcuseforapilot]

I wrote a mechsploitation Warhammer 40K story. Why? Because I can.

Tw: non/dub con aspects, mechsploitation, literally everything to do with Warhammer.

All depicted characters are obviously adults

Overview: After the fall of an imperial knight house dedicated to the Adeptus Mechanicus, the only surviving knight, a Freeblade by the name of Aurellia, was driven almost completely insane by the loneliness. Luckily, a tech priest, Viaros, seemed to pity her plight... or viewed it as an effective tool (or, you know, both). Either way, the two work together to relocate STCs and fight back the Tyranid swarm that ripped the knight house apart.

The 'Free'blade

Her melta gun screached as rapid shots burned into the Tyranid hoards. Her brothers had once recommended that she replace it with the more common choice of a stubber, but she slept better knowing every cell of vile alien biomass had been decimated. That didn't matter anymore, though; her brothers were dead. Guardsmen surrounded her, lasbolts piercing xeno skulls in utter devotion. Her foot came down, heavy upon one of the bugs, and she smiled at the sound of its exoskeleton crunching into liquefied pulp. Her Vox hissed, and it drew her attention in milliseconds. "Well done, my Knight," the tech priest said, a hint of genuine pride in her voice. "Continue your slaughter. There are larger organisms approaching, including a biotitan. Kill it, and you earn extra chem rations." She looked to the swarmed horizon with a smile. She could see the vile thing now, and her chainsword roared exitedly. She lifted her right arm to aim the thermal cannon. Blasts of white hot energy tore through the creature's exoskeleton, but it continued its advance. She sprinted forward, iron legs pushing through the swarm. Its claws punctured her armor before the chainsword could connect. By the time it did, the beast's jaws had wrapped around her. Blood and bone flew like shrapnel as he chainsword tore into the thing's head. She lifted her thermal cannon to fire a shot point blank through its throat. The beast fell, decapitated. She lifted her chainsword up along with the severed head, brandishing her kill like a trophy. Artillery had already thinned out much of the enemy numbers. Her armor knelt before her mind was shoved violently back into her own body, the one within the mech. She could see now that her left arm had been severed at the shoulder, the enormous blade responsible still lodged into the throne mechanicum. "It's dead," she said into her Vox. "My armor has ceased function, and I've sustained minor injuries. But the beast is dead." No response. "Tech priest?" She asked. "Please respond." A sigh left the Vox speaker. "You could've done better," the tech priest said. "Good weapons are efficient. They're cautious. You nearly sacrificed both your own life and the life of your armor, both of which are of value to me, for a single kill. I don't see fit to reward this behavior. Now, report the damage. Now." She could feel the disappointment through the Vox, and her eyes began to water as she spoke. "I... u-understood, tech priest. The hull was breached, along with the reactor, possibly," she answered shakily. "My left arm has also been severed." The tech priest growled over the vox. "You said your injuries were minor," she snapped. "Is it such a foreign concept that your life may have some value?" The silence that followed served as an answer. "By the throne... just try to minimize the bleeding until I get there. Do. Not. Die. That is an order, knight." She nodded. "Y-yes, tech priest..."

The flight home had been long. Being carried back to her fortress within her deactivated armor, jostled within the cockpit. She'd managed to slow the bleeding, but life still had wept from the wound. The tourniquet had strangled her stump, sending ripples of agony through it. Now, pain suppressants had done their work. Viaros worked diligently upon the wound, wiring machine into flesh. A servo skull assisted her, Aurellia was sure one of its two cybernetic eyes was familiar. She lifted her intact arm to her own face, feeling the bionic. She'd had it for so long, she barely even noticed it. All she knew was that she got it before Viaros took her in. In the mysterious life she must've had, but could no longer remember. "Be still," Viaros chastised. "This is delicate work. If you refuse to cooperate, we will preform the procedure without further anesthetic." She corrected herself, putting her arm back to her side. "Yes, tech priest." Viaros continued in silence for a few hours before she spoke again. "I knew another knight once," she said, her tone noticeably softer. "He was a fragile little thing, but he was a far better pilot than any of his brothers. His parents had been great too, but both died in battle when he was young. The other knights raised him to be dependent, to believe himself worthless without them by his side. Soon, his parents became teachers, his teachers brothers, and his brothers corpses." She felt the final click of her bionic arm locking into place reverberate through her bones. "He died that day, too," Viaros finished, a hint of mourning in her synthetic voice. "I found him broken, insane... and I reforged him." Aurellia pulled her new arm free, shifting every one of its joints, enraptured. "What was his name?" She asked. Viaros smiled. "Oh, that's not important, my Knight. Now... report to your living quarters. Your additional rations have already been delivered." The smile that spread across her face was near holy.

Part 2 coming soon...

[mustbealoosewire]

by Dahmernation

[jet-teeth]

Hell yeah it's time for Imperial Knights! Somewhat custom version here with the shoulder-cannon and all Big sword go swish swoosh

[cinnamoncarrion]

Freeblade knight 'Fortunes Fallen' piloted by Baron Bellamy Voss, and tended to by Achmagos Dianthe.

[strike255]

Testing out freeblade features.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Sort of Freeblade-styled game where you play as a Chaos Marine, leading a warband, stealing armor, weapons and ammo to raid and plunder. Eventually level up from your dingy Mark III to shiny new Mark 8 Errant, your half-borked boltgun to a spankin' new combi-plas, and daemonic allies and blessings for your horde of cultists and Marines.

I support this entirely. Freeblade was fun, and I think any 40K game that allows you to RPG the fuck out of your character’s gear and companions is entirely welcome.

[marius-ffxiv]

“Every cycle my connection to his crystal grows stronger, I wonder, given the chance, if I’d even desire to go home.” - Marius Septim, the Freeblade