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Dunrega

2025-10-22T15:38:56Z

Anatos: /* Information Known by Arkangel Society */

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* [[Reyna "Canary" Steelcat]]
* [[Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan]]
* [["Cables"]]
* [["Crow"]]
*
[[File:Dunrega crew1.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Canary (left), Scrapjack (centre), Crow (right), Dunregan gangers]]
[[File:565132790 10101340334757968 7392999482722406019 n.jpg|400px|thumb|left| Lord Captain Slate, XO Crow, Arch Militant Canary, House Dunrega]]

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

* '''The Dunregans''' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

Currently known Dunregan gangs:

* '''Steel Rock Rebels''' - Orlock inspired miners and mechanics, brawlers and explosive experts. Theyre good with guns, grenades and getting up close.

* '''Steelcats''' - Escher inspired scouts and assassins. Close combat, ranged combat, poisons, thy've got it all.

* '''Anvil Grinders''' - Goliath inspired brutes. Heavy melee, big guns and an "unhealthy" attitude to violence and reliance on drugs.

* '''Sump Dogs''' - Cawdor inspired ruffians who employ flame weapons, daggers in the dark and reminding everyone about their daily prayers

* '''The Arborians''' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

* '''Port Minervans''' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

* '''Idyllorians''' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

* '''Caledonians''' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]

[[The Borovich Family]]

[[Von Den Tötten]]

[[House_Victoria|The Victorias]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

File:565132790 10101340334757968 7392999482722406019 n.jpg

2025-10-22T15:33:26Z

Anatos:

Slate "Scrapjack" Duster

2025-10-22T15:30:45Z

Anatos: /* Rumours */

{{PCSummary
|p=[Mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]
|Race=Human
|Dynasty=Dunrega
}}
[[File:Slate pose1.jpg|200px|thumb|left|]]
'''Name:''' Slate Duster - also known as Scrapjack

'''Dynasty:''' [[Dunrega]] (formerly [[Summers]])

'''Notable Traits:''' Looks like he belongs in a Hive

'''Titles:''' Lord Captain, Rogue Trader
[[File:Slatepowerarmour2.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Slate in power armour]]
[[File:Slatebolter.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Bolter and bracers!]]
[[File:ThingsGoBoom.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Things that make you go Boom!]]
[[File:Slatepaintrain.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Pain Train Incoming!]]

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
* Hailing from Hive Ichadon Secundus on the now dead world (following Exterminatus Extremis) Dunrega VI.
* Former miner and member of a local gang.
* Slate has joined up with the Drifter Fleet, along with other survivors of his homeworld.
* Joined the Summers Dynasty as part of Spiders retinue.
* Received his Warrant of Trade abruptly
* Renamed and re-organised the Dynasty
* Officially recorded as Dying in the Service of the Emperor

== Lineage ==
Born in the lower levels of a Hive, he has never been considered to be anything but "Hiver scum". No education and no prospects of rising up the spires. He was taught how to use demolitions and how to fight. The rest, he picked up on the way. As part of the drifter fleet, he has picked up some of their rotes and traditions

===Known Associates ===

* Alexi Borovich
* [[The Borovich Family]]
* [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* [[Von Den Tötten]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* "Crow"
* Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan
* "Cables"
* [[Spider|Lord Captain/Shaman Summers]]
* [[Sgt. Iago Lennon]]

== Rumours ==
* Had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty
* Slate turned the former president of the Dock Workers Union into a servitor
* Tattooed several Lord Captains and their crews following a drunken and rowdy celebration
* Has a kill counter built into his power armour
* Despite being jovial, has a brutal and cruel side
* Is addicted to combat drugs
* Rumours abound of the Dread Captain Slate LePitch who now prowls the void seeking plunder and more

== Quotes ==
[[File:Slatesitting.png|200px|thumb|left|Lord Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

* ''"Only just met the chap, but I can see he knows his way around improvised explosives. wonder where he picked that skill up?"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A new Lord Captain, hmm? Interesting. What will he add to this company, I wonder."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A decent warrior and all round competent from what I have seen so far. I will be watching his career as a lord Captain with great interest"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"One of the common workers turned Noble and Rogue Trader. It will be interesting to see how this works out."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"As a previous FNG, I have to say he's doing as well as I did; maybe better."'' - [[Mac]]
*''"Seems like a capable captain. Totally different perspective, and I like that in a person."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You have my attention, and not in a bad way."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"He led competently and was skilled on those missions I went on with him."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Scum of the Earth? Absolutely. But that's '''Lord-Captain''' Scum of the Earth to you, and you'll remember that he holds that Title and my respect for a reason."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"My third favourite Lord Captain, I think. Hold his friendship close when the night is dark and your back is against a wall."'' - [[Octavia Viria Lupus]]
* ''"A competent leader if not in the style I am not used too. Efficient in combat. I find myself keen to work with him in future."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"OK, he's a ruffian, but he's our ruffian and we like him."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"As a Lord Captain he is unique, but as an artist he is a travesty. " '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"I'd query where he acquired '''that''' but I think the clue is in his name; it's certainly rusty enough."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I do not know if it is powered armour or just fat slabs of metal strapped to him, whichever it is his courage wearing it into battle is worthy of the Emperor himself."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"We should talk - I would learn about how I can help you, support you, before it becomes a regret."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He has taken the warrant and run with it. Glad to have him with us, a solid dependable man of action."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"A wonderful test subject, though I should really try teach him a broader vocabulary to describe side effects more efficiently."'' - [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''"Under...well...'''all that''' he seems thoughtful. Plus, what a whallop."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"I am uncertain as to whether I should be concerned at the enthusiasm with which he consumed experimental combat stimulants. Despite the side effects he remained a competent leader... I will keep an eye for now"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"It is not by accident that you were never taught these things, it is by design. I shall give you that which you were denied, because it is right that I do so."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"While I understand the 'concerns' of my techpriest companions, I have to admit. To mow down the enemies of the Imperium alongside the Lord-Captain is an experience."'' [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]
* ''"A dirty and brutal fighter as appropriate to his world. Some would hold it against him but do not. Whatever gets the job done in the Emperor's name."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"Your growing crew, their natures and their character, speaks silent volumes."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"Consider your next steps. Consider, will you be a just ruler or a tyrant?"'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"Your crew love you. If I knew nothing else, that would be enough."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"This is why I love void siege warfare. We need to do that again sometime."'' - [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]
* ''"...I did NOT need to hear the things I heard."'' - [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]
* ''"And then I saw a Rabbit..."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Impressive. I hope most of it is strength of will, and not solely stubbornness."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"I am always glad that you offer advice and try to help. Its mostly advice that would get me killed, but I appreciate the effort nonetheless."'' - [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]
* ''"Why are your crew playing hot potato with a nuke?!"'' - [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''"Yeah I think he just walked back in through the wall and didn't notice because he's high as balls."'' [[Evangeline Jerobaal Non|Evangeline]]
* ''"He is a maniac but I am glad he is our one."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Sometimes Rogue Traders _are_ one dimensional. Doesn't make him a bad rogue trader though."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"I mean, you couldn't really blame 5lat3 for what he did, I'd imagine Slate would have done the same in his shoes."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
''"I mean...I'm glad he's on our side?"'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player:''' Tony Goddard

'''Inspirations:''' Jayne Cobb (Firefly), Tony Montana (Scarface), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), typical House Orlock ganger

'''Soundtrack:''' https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3fdnIhtphB8VkJm1KjB87u?si=625febb81f474068

[[Category:Characters]]

Slate "Scrapjack" Duster

2025-10-22T15:29:54Z

Anatos: /* Information Known by Arkangel Society */

{{PCSummary
|p=[Mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]
|Race=Human
|Dynasty=Dunrega
}}
[[File:Slate pose1.jpg|200px|thumb|left|]]
'''Name:''' Slate Duster - also known as Scrapjack

'''Dynasty:''' [[Dunrega]] (formerly [[Summers]])

'''Notable Traits:''' Looks like he belongs in a Hive

'''Titles:''' Lord Captain, Rogue Trader
[[File:Slatepowerarmour2.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Slate in power armour]]
[[File:Slatebolter.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Bolter and bracers!]]
[[File:ThingsGoBoom.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Things that make you go Boom!]]
[[File:Slatepaintrain.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Pain Train Incoming!]]

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
* Hailing from Hive Ichadon Secundus on the now dead world (following Exterminatus Extremis) Dunrega VI.
* Former miner and member of a local gang.
* Slate has joined up with the Drifter Fleet, along with other survivors of his homeworld.
* Joined the Summers Dynasty as part of Spiders retinue.
* Received his Warrant of Trade abruptly
* Renamed and re-organised the Dynasty
* Officially recorded as Dying in the Service of the Emperor

== Lineage ==
Born in the lower levels of a Hive, he has never been considered to be anything but "Hiver scum". No education and no prospects of rising up the spires. He was taught how to use demolitions and how to fight. The rest, he picked up on the way. As part of the drifter fleet, he has picked up some of their rotes and traditions

===Known Associates ===

* Alexi Borovich
* [[The Borovich Family]]
* [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* [[Von Den Tötten]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* "Crow"
* Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan
* "Cables"
* [[Spider|Lord Captain/Shaman Summers]]
* [[Sgt. Iago Lennon]]

== Rumours ==
* Had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty
* Slate turned the former president of the Dock Workers Union into a servitor
* Tattooed several Lord Captains and their crews following a drunken and rowdy celebration
* Has a kill counter built into his power armour
* Despite being jovial, has a brutal and cruel side
* Is addicted to combat drugs

== Quotes ==
[[File:Slatesitting.png|200px|thumb|left|Lord Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

* ''"Only just met the chap, but I can see he knows his way around improvised explosives. wonder where he picked that skill up?"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A new Lord Captain, hmm? Interesting. What will he add to this company, I wonder."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A decent warrior and all round competent from what I have seen so far. I will be watching his career as a lord Captain with great interest"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"One of the common workers turned Noble and Rogue Trader. It will be interesting to see how this works out."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"As a previous FNG, I have to say he's doing as well as I did; maybe better."'' - [[Mac]]
*''"Seems like a capable captain. Totally different perspective, and I like that in a person."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You have my attention, and not in a bad way."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"He led competently and was skilled on those missions I went on with him."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Scum of the Earth? Absolutely. But that's '''Lord-Captain''' Scum of the Earth to you, and you'll remember that he holds that Title and my respect for a reason."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"My third favourite Lord Captain, I think. Hold his friendship close when the night is dark and your back is against a wall."'' - [[Octavia Viria Lupus]]
* ''"A competent leader if not in the style I am not used too. Efficient in combat. I find myself keen to work with him in future."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"OK, he's a ruffian, but he's our ruffian and we like him."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"As a Lord Captain he is unique, but as an artist he is a travesty. " '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"I'd query where he acquired '''that''' but I think the clue is in his name; it's certainly rusty enough."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I do not know if it is powered armour or just fat slabs of metal strapped to him, whichever it is his courage wearing it into battle is worthy of the Emperor himself."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"We should talk - I would learn about how I can help you, support you, before it becomes a regret."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He has taken the warrant and run with it. Glad to have him with us, a solid dependable man of action."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"A wonderful test subject, though I should really try teach him a broader vocabulary to describe side effects more efficiently."'' - [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''"Under...well...'''all that''' he seems thoughtful. Plus, what a whallop."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"I am uncertain as to whether I should be concerned at the enthusiasm with which he consumed experimental combat stimulants. Despite the side effects he remained a competent leader... I will keep an eye for now"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"It is not by accident that you were never taught these things, it is by design. I shall give you that which you were denied, because it is right that I do so."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"While I understand the 'concerns' of my techpriest companions, I have to admit. To mow down the enemies of the Imperium alongside the Lord-Captain is an experience."'' [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]
* ''"A dirty and brutal fighter as appropriate to his world. Some would hold it against him but do not. Whatever gets the job done in the Emperor's name."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"Your growing crew, their natures and their character, speaks silent volumes."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"Consider your next steps. Consider, will you be a just ruler or a tyrant?"'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"Your crew love you. If I knew nothing else, that would be enough."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"This is why I love void siege warfare. We need to do that again sometime."'' - [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]
* ''"...I did NOT need to hear the things I heard."'' - [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]
* ''"And then I saw a Rabbit..."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Impressive. I hope most of it is strength of will, and not solely stubbornness."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"I am always glad that you offer advice and try to help. Its mostly advice that would get me killed, but I appreciate the effort nonetheless."'' - [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]
* ''"Why are your crew playing hot potato with a nuke?!"'' - [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''"Yeah I think he just walked back in through the wall and didn't notice because he's high as balls."'' [[Evangeline Jerobaal Non|Evangeline]]
* ''"He is a maniac but I am glad he is our one."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Sometimes Rogue Traders _are_ one dimensional. Doesn't make him a bad rogue trader though."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"I mean, you couldn't really blame 5lat3 for what he did, I'd imagine Slate would have done the same in his shoes."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
''"I mean...I'm glad he's on our side?"'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player:''' Tony Goddard

'''Inspirations:''' Jayne Cobb (Firefly), Tony Montana (Scarface), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), typical House Orlock ganger

'''Soundtrack:''' https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3fdnIhtphB8VkJm1KjB87u?si=625febb81f474068

[[Category:Characters]]

Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski

2025-04-06T23:44:58Z

Anatos: /* Quotes */

{{PCSummary
|p=Jakub
|Race= Human
|Dynasty= Cartwright
}}

[[Image:Viktor Profile.png|thumb| Sgt. Major Viktor Jovanovski]]

'''Name: Viktor Jovanovski '''

'''Dynasty: ''Rexuz Dynasty (former)'', Kasputin (briefly, former), Cartwright (currenet) '''

'''Notable Traits: A true son of Vostrya, Former Void Siege Infantry, Heavy Weapons Expert, Warp-Mutated, Biomancer'''

'''Titles: Gunnery Sergeant (former), Sgt Major at Arms (former), Colonel '''

__NOTOC__

== Service Record ==

=== Pre Arkangel ===

Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski was a first born of Vostrya, an industrial planet in the Halo Zone of the Segmentum Obscurus. Being a first born meant that duty within the planets guard regiment was always to be Viktor's duty. Soon after reaching enlistment age, Viktor begun training in frozen landscapes and soot-covered cities of his home planet. As with the rest of his family, the affinity for explosives and heavy weapons soon led him to be assigned the generational resupply of the 1054th Regiment, "The Void Shrikes".

Soon it was time to depart, knowing it would most likely be the last he sees of Vostrya. He was one of the lucky ones, for his resupply ship made it to the designated regiment. Due to the nature of being void-based, and the lack of effective communication, it was often the case that supplies never reached the 1054th. With his heirloom rifle, and second-hand patched up armour, Viktor found himself on the front lines.

Void siege after void siege, ship raid after ship raid, Viktor's rotary cannon threw rounds down hallways, suppressing walls and devastating cover. His faith and resolve grew, and he eventually reached the rank of Gunnery Sergeant. In charge of a squad of weapon specialist, Viktor led the brave soldiers of Vostrya on various missions, including setting and arming of explosives, reinforcing flanks with heavy weaponry, and hunter-killer missions against high priority targets and vehicles.

Eventually, fate would have Viktor onboard the "Nocny Obrońca", a Orion Class Star Clipper. The void ship, transporting strike teams and heavy weapons of guardsmen, was to fly through a blockade, and provide the resources for a precision strike to cripple a major traitor base. Viktor was in charge of 4th Heavy Support Squad, 3rd Company, and inspecting the melta-charges being equipped by the squad when the first boarding craft hit. Soon, the fighting was spread across the void-craft. 4th Squad were holding a crucial junction leading to the life support system, when disaster struck. The warp drive of a friendly vessel went critical, after the failure of the defenders in stopping the boarding forces. Explosive shockwaves, followed by malignant warp energies tore their way through the ship. With barely enough time to put on their masks and seal their modified void armour, poisonous gases leaked from the failing life support as multiple breaches tore at the bulkheads around them.

The cold void and hostile warp tore at Viktor, and only as his vision faded did he feel metal mechanical arms drag him to the safety of a shuttle. Helped by Magos Biologus Lares, the two found themselves alone in the void, with no regiment or exploratory fleet behind them. Eventually, the decision was made to seek Arkangel Station. The Adeptus Administratum was already hard pressed to record all of the 1054th personal, so Viktor was most likely classed as MIA/presumed dead. The newfound, poisonous, mutations would not help with reintegration anyway. And so, the two void wreck survivors found themselves over the orbit of Edyria, not knowing the impact they would soon have on the fate of the planet.

=== Post Edyria ===
[[Image:Viktor Mask.png|thumb| Viktor and Lares]]

As the...

'''''+++ Information REDACTED, Classification Level: Delta-Crimson +++'''''

... soon also found himself at the attention of Lord-Captain Rexus. Drawn by the determination, faith, and military force of the house, Viktor accepted the invitation, and stepped once again into the bulwarks of a void craft, the Valhalla's Regards.

=== Hunt for Gygax ===

It was during the hunt for Gygax that the unthinkable happaned. During a stealth operation behind the enemy lines, Viktor was part of a team delivering a lander into a hostile base, that was acquired during a hostage rescue. After successfully sneaking out of the base, the team entered into a building that held the left over carnage of a battle. What appeard to be a higher ranking drukhari warrior, surrounded by dead mercaneries. Xenos drugs, weapons and stims were everywhere, and as the team started looking for evidence, something else caught Viktors attention. A weird... sensation, coming from a hidden compartment on the dead Xenos armour. Feelings of salt water and air, that no one else sensed. It came from a mirror, with a wierd symbol. As soon as he touched, memories of [*DATA CLASSIFIED*].

It did not take long for the psykickly aware members of Arkangel to notice. It wasn't long before they sensed the dangerously new energies coming from Viktor.

[[Image:Viktor_Biomancy.jpg|thumb| The psykic powers awaken as Viktor is struck down. The flesh knits it self back together, and violent bloody energy erupts from within.]]

It happaned fast, and efficiently. Psykers gathered, tested, and consulted. Viktor was taught, the hazards explained. Warned of the otherworldy dangers he could not have possibly imagined. The promise of a fast demise if things started to go very wrong. This was not a threat, but a precaution. Bomb collar attached, and a dagger always close by. The awakening of his biomancy powers was bloody.

=== Fortress Encarmine ===

'''''+++ Information REDACTED, Classification Level: Gamma-Crimson +++'''''

'''''+++ Verification Received, Partial Redaction Removed +++ '''''

The Fortress world Encarmine was the location of the Arkangels great enemy, Heartsbane. After a successful drop into enemy territory via railgun deployed lander, Viktor was part of the sapper team that effectively destroyed heretic Anti Air and Anti Capital Ship emplacements. What followed the deployment of the drop bar was a dark encounter with the Heretic forces, where Heartsbane [DATA REDACTED] fled after fight with the heroes of the imperium. What followed was a glorious campaign of enacting the Emperors will, executing traitors, rescuing scattered Imperial forces, and destroying any heretic attempts of diplomacy and conversion. Viktor was also part of the team that infiltrated and destroyed a enemy capital ship by destroying its fuel reactor.

[[Image:Viktor ----.jpg|thumb| Viktor at the location of [DATA EXPUNGED - CLASSIFICATION LEVEL: ERROR.]]

After destroying the mortal lieutenants of Heartsbane, the Imperial forces killed Heartsbane as he attempted to escape, recovering a number of holy relics and freeing the planet from heretic control. During the deployment, Viktor's training was tempered in the field of battle, attaining the highest level of control possible without being sanctioned.

=== Forge of Vulkanos ===

'''''+++ Information REDACTED, Classification Level: Beta-Crimson +++'''''

'''''+++ Verification Received, Partial Redaction Removed +++ '''''

The deployment marked a change. From setting foot on the lifeless forge, the lines of fate would forever alter Viktor. Once again, facing impossible enemies, the weapon of the Vostroyan flared to life. Nox Vindicate, the vindicator type heavy flamer chainsword roared with holy fury, burning the deamon, and ripping apart the heretek machines. But it was not enough.

Viktor infiltrated enemy compunds under the strangley lit sky, burned the xenos who dared to attack them, and destroyed the minions of the Dark Gods. But fate would have more in store for the guardsman, for it was not enough.

Visions of a saint gifted some worthies of Archangel. Vision, yet something more. He couldn't grasp it the way others did, nor was he... given the prophesy of a duties end. Furthermore, Viktor was implanted with Slann technology. Energies of the warp and order coursed through him as even more latant psykic energies awoke in him. It was still, not enough.

And as the unimaginable happened, prothesies of the darkest possibilities came to light and the self proclamied star father descended upon the heroes of the Imperium, taking the life of the Surgeon-General as he became a martyr to save his fellow comrades fate would make sure it was still not enough. Not enough suffering and change.

And so, Viktor was on the front of the charge. The charge to escape the clutches of this planet. As bombardment, after bormbardment chased them, fighters flew over head and heavy fire struck the ground around him. Valhallan power sword in hand and flag secured in his possession, he fought. Fought untill he could no more. Till no one could. Till only the lives of his Lord Captain and Tempest were the only thing left between the forces of Archangel, and death.

It was still not enough. Viktor survived, but at what cost? The warp hunts his vision, sneaking through his mind during the battle. Now, the control, purpose, and restraint that came from the Rexus Dynasty is gone. What will his purpose be, and when will it be enough?

=== Celebrations in the Arbour ===

The headaches ease, the battle passes and goes. The walls of grief and rage pass on. Viktor is soon thrust into the dynastic transfer. Kasuptin, then Cartwright, his new home and duty. In Arbour, Viktor joins the celebrations and games. With blade and psykic might, wins the tournament. A new champion, with the Arbours Queens favour. So, for sanguinala, Viktor finally rests before deployment.

 ........ 

 ''They are coming, howling, getting closer and closer. They are coming, howling, getting closer and closer. They are coming, howling, getting closer and closer. They are coming, howling, getting closer and closer. They are coming, howling, getting closer and closer. They are coming, howling, getting closer and closer. They are coming, howling, getting closer and closer. They are coming, howling, and they are here.'' 

=== Craftworld Tel'Sharr ===

''''' +++ NEW CLASSIFICATION CLEARANCE OBTAINED, UN-REDACTING INFORMATION ALPHA RED 8 +++ '''''

With new responsibility and dynasty, Col. Jovanovski travelled to the emergency SOS with the newly reformed Cartwright Dynasty. Answering the call of the Farseer, the Champions of Arkangel fought to defeat tbe ascended deamon of [Data Redacted - Classification Alpha Purple 6]. Facing deamons, constructes, corrupted Aldarii, and the falling remenants of the craftworld itself, Viktor found himself fight against Exarchs, traversing toxic growths, and facing the treachrous sectors of the craftworld.

However, if the task of assitimg the farseer was not enough, Viktor was faced with an previous entityy, where/////

 ''THIS IS NOT OVER! YOUR ARROGANCE SHALL BRING YOU MORE SUFFERING'' 

== Lineage ==

===Known Associates ===

Magos Biologus Lares

[[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]

== Rumours ==

- The warp-mutations sustained by the Vostryan aren't quite stable, and may even be increasing.

- The warp, the shifting flesh and dripping toxins. The powers are waking... growing?

- Might have TWO fuzzy hats. Quite literally unthinkable. Impossible, surely.

- Its tastes... the taste.. its.... its....

- Married? What even happened that Saturday...

- Where will the Vostroyan find himself next?

- A burning hatred of... collars?

== Quotes ==
* ''"Seems like a solid, dependable Guardsman. Happy to have him join the crew. Wait, what was that about mutations?"'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"Emperor's breath, another mutant with a big gun? Well atleast we've got more canon fodder. Saying that, it follows orders and seems reliable. Either way, I'll be keeping an eye out."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* ''"This new Vostroyan trooper appears to be competent, at least so far and has a proper appreciation of explosives.The fact they are a mutant is something of a curiosity, I did not think the Vostroyans tolerated such among their ranks."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|The Surgeon General]]
* ''"He makes a hell of a first impression. I try hard not to like the death-or-glory kids, but it seldom works out."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"Poor bugger. Lucky for him that he has psychically awakened whilst with the Arkangel lot and not whilst in the Guard."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"That was a whole mountain's worth of trial by fire landing upon him in a very short space of time. Still standing afterward, too. Good man."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"Being a Psyker '''sucks,''' sorry, buddy."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"EEEEE please can I stroke the hat? The hat looks so soft!"'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]], after sprinting the length of a room to bounce in front of Viktor enthusiastically.
* ''"Emperor's hairy arse, now hes a psyker too? Well at least he didnt explode into demons, or bees. Or bee demons."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* ''"Dammed brave fellow. That was a mission no Guardsman is trained to face."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Is making space for himself - and I'm not talking about with that evicerator, either.'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"Rexuz had an eye for talented and special individuals, remember that. You are not just a soldier but someone picked out by one of the God-Emperor's Martyrs"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Better and stronger all the time. I'm glad we're friends, poor bastard." - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"Of all our orphans, he's the one I'm least worried about. Someone of his talents will find a new place. But still ... it's an experience I hope I never have to share."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"Still feel kind of responsible for the psyker awakening thing. I know it's not my fault, but we went on a mission and half an hour later he's being fitted for a bomb collar"''- [[Evangeline Jerobaal Non|Evangeline]]
* ''"The power you are embracing, that flows now into your soul. It will scour you if you are weak for a second, you have the strength for it though never doubt that. The collar was a weakness"'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"No more collars. No more brands, brother."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"A fine fighter and brave. A different man to Azreal, but I'm now certain that he will be as vital."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Please, Emperor of Mankind, aid this loyal son in facing that which pursues him... he will need all the help he can get."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"Have you tried sending a dear John yet?"'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* ''"Whilst it seems to have worked out so far, might I suggest _not_ implanting random alien technology into yourself as a rule?"'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"My friend, can I suggest an age old saying "A bride thrice scorned is a bride youre on your own with". We need to deal with your issues soon."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player: Jakub Legowik'''

'''Inspirations: Polish Szlachta, Stereotypical heavy weapons expert, '''

'''Soundtrack: Work in Progress'''

[[Category:Characters]]

Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski

2025-01-28T15:56:38Z

Anatos: /* Quotes */

{{PCSummary
|p=Jakub
|Race= Human
|Dynasty= Rexus
}}

[[Image:Viktor Profile.png|thumb| Sgt. Major Viktor Jovanovski]]

'''Name: Viktor Jovanovski '''

'''Dynasty: ''Rexuz Dynasty (former)'', Pending assignment '''

'''Notable Traits: A true son of Vostrya, Former Void Siege Infantry, Heavy Weapons Expert, Warp-Mutated, Biomancer'''

'''Titles: Gunnery Sergeant (former), Sgt Major at Arms'''

__NOTOC__

== Service Record ==

=== Pre Arkangel ===

Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski was a first born of Vostrya, an industrial planet in the Halo Zone of the Segmentum Obscurus. Being a first born meant that duty within the planets guard regiment was always to be Viktor's duty. Soon after reaching enlistment age, Viktor begun training in frozen landscapes and soot-covered cities of his home planet. As with the rest of his family, the affinity for explosives and heavy weapons soon led him to be assigned the generational resupply of the 1054th Regiment, "The Void Shrikes".

Soon it was time to depart, knowing it would most likely be the last he sees of Vostrya. He was one of the lucky ones, for his resupply ship made it to the designated regiment. Due to the nature of being void-based, and the lack of effective communication, it was often the case that supplies never reached the 1054th. With his heirloom rifle, and second-hand patched up armour, Viktor found himself on the front lines.

Void siege after void siege, ship raid after ship raid, Viktor's rotary cannon threw rounds down hallways, suppressing walls and devastating cover. His faith and resolve grew, and he eventually reached the rank of Gunnery Sergeant. In charge of a squad of weapon specialist, Viktor led the brave soldiers of Vostrya on various missions, including setting and arming of explosives, reinforcing flanks with heavy weaponry, and hunter-killer missions against high priority targets and vehicles.

Eventually, fate would have Viktor onboard the "Nocny Obrońca", a Orion Class Star Clipper. The void ship, transporting strike teams and heavy weapons of guardsmen, was to fly through a blockade, and provide the resources for a precision strike to cripple a major traitor base. Viktor was in charge of 4th Heavy Support Squad, 3rd Company, and inspecting the melta-charges being equipped by the squad when the first boarding craft hit. Soon, the fighting was spread across the void-craft. 4th Squad were holding a crucial junction leading to the life support system, when disaster struck. The warp drive of a friendly vessel went critical, after the failure of the defenders in stopping the boarding forces. Explosive shockwaves, followed by malignant warp energies tore their way through the ship. With barely enough time to put on their masks and seal their modified void armour, poisonous gases leaked from the failing life support as multiple breaches tore at the bulkheads around them.

The cold void and hostile warp tore at Viktor, and only as his vision faded did he feel metal mechanical arms drag him to the safety of a shuttle. Helped by Magos Biologus Lares, the two found themselves alone in the void, with no regiment or exploratory fleet behind them. Eventually, the decision was made to seek Arkangel Station. The Adeptus Administratum was already hard pressed to record all of the 1054th personal, so Viktor was most likely classed as MIA/presumed dead. The newfound, poisonous, mutations would not help with reintegration anyway. And so, the two void wreck survivors found themselves over the orbit of Edyria, not knowing the impact they would soon have on the fate of the planet.

=== Post Edyria ===
[[Image:Viktor Mask.png|thumb| Viktor and Lares]]

As the...

'''''+++ Information REDACTED, Classification Level: Delta-Crimson +++'''''

... soon also found himself at the attention of Lord-Captain Rexus. Drawn by the determination, faith, and military force of the house, Viktor accepted the invitation, and stepped once again into the bulwarks of a void craft, the Valhalla's Regards.

=== Hunt for Gygax ===

It was during the hunt for Gygax that the unthinkable happaned. During a stealth operation behind the enemy lines, Viktor was part of a team delivering a lander into a hostile base, that was acquired during a hostage rescue. After successfully sneaking out of the base, the team entered into a building that held the left over carnage of a battle. What appeard to be a higher ranking drukhari warrior, surrounded by dead mercaneries. Xenos drugs, weapons and stims were everywhere, and as the team started looking for evidence, something else caught Viktors attention. A weird... sensation, coming from a hidden compartment on the dead Xenos armour. Feelings of salt water and air, that no one else sensed. It came from a mirror, with a wierd symbol. As soon as he touched, memories of [*DATA CLASSIFIED*].

It did not take long for the psykickly aware members of Arkangel to notice. It wasn't long before they sensed the dangerously new energies coming from Viktor.

[[Image:Viktor_Biomancy.jpg|thumb| The psykic powers awaken as Viktor is struck down. The flesh knits it self back together, and violent bloody energy erupts from within.]]

It happaned fast, and efficiently. Psykers gathered, tested, and consulted. Viktor was taught, the hazards explained. Warned of the otherworldy dangers he could not have possibly imagined. The promise of a fast demise if things started to go very wrong. This was not a threat, but a precaution. Bomb collar attached, and a dagger always close by. The awakening of his biomancy powers was bloody.

=== Fortress Encarmine ===

'''''+++ Information REDACTED, Classification Level: Gamma-Crimson +++'''''

'''''+++ Verification Received, Partial Redaction Removed +++ '''''

The Fortress world Encarmine was the location of the Arkangels great enemy, Heartsbane. After a successful drop into enemy territory via railgun deployed lander, Viktor was part of the sapper team that effectively destroyed heretic Anti Air and Anti Capital Ship emplacements. What followed the deployment of the drop bar was a dark encounter with the Heretic forces, where Heartsbane [DATA REDACTED] fled after fight with the heroes of the imperium. What followed was a glorious campaign of enacting the Emperors will, executing traitors, rescuing scattered Imperial forces, and destroying any heretic attempts of diplomacy and conversion. Viktor was also part of the team that infiltrated and destroyed a enemy capital ship by destroying its fuel reactor.

[[Image:Viktor ----.jpg|thumb| Viktor at the location of [DATA EXPUNGED - CLASSIFICATION LEVEL: ERROR.]]

After destroying the mortal lieutenants of Heartsbane, the Imperial forces killed Heartsbane as he attempted to escape, recovering a number of holy relics and freeing the planet from heretic control. During the deployment, Viktor's training was tempered in the field of battle, attaining the highest level of control possible without being sanctioned.

=== Forge of Vulkanos ===

'''''+++ Information REDACTED, Classification Level: Beta-Crimson +++'''''

'''''+++ Verification Received, Partial Redaction Removed +++ '''''

The deployment marked a change. From setting foot on the lifeless forge, the lines of fate would forever alter Viktor. Once again, facing impossible enemies, the weapon of the Vostroyan flared to life. Nox Vindicate, the vindicator type heavy flamer chainsword roared with holy fury, burning the deamon, and ripping apart the heretek machines. But it was not enough.

Viktor infiltrated enemy compunds under the strangley lit sky, burned the xenos who dared to attack them, and destroyed the minions of the Dark Gods. But fate would have more in store for the guardsman, for it was not enough.

Visions of a saint gifted some worthies of Archangel. Vision, yet something more. He couldn't grasp it the way others did, nor was he... given the prophesy of a duties end. Furthermore, Viktor was implanted with Slann technology. Energies of the warp and order coursed through him as even more latant psykic energies awoke in him. It was still, not enough.

And as the unimaginable happened, prothesies of the darkest possibilities came to light and the self proclamied star father descended upon the heroes of the Imperium, taking the life of the Surgeon-General as he became a martyr to save his fellow comrades fate would make sure it was still not enough. Not enough suffering and change.

And so, Viktor was on the front of the charge. The charge to escape the clutches of this planet. As bombardment, after bormbardment chased them, fighters flew over head and heavy fire struck the ground around him. Valhallan power sword in hand and flag secured in his possession, he fought. Fought untill he could no more. Till no one could. Till only the lives of his Lord Captain and Tempest were the only thing left between the forces of Archangel, and death.

It was still not enough. Viktor survived, but at what cost? The warp hunts his vision, sneaking through his mind during the battle. Now, the control, purpose, and restraint that came from the Rexus Dynasty is gone. What will his purpose be, and when will it be enough?

== Lineage ==

===Known Associates ===

Magos Biologus Lares

== Rumours ==

- The warp-mutations sustained by the Vostryan aren't quite stable, and may even be increasing.

- The warp, the shifting flesh and dripping toxins. The powers are waking... growing?

- Might have TWO fuzzy hats. Quite literally unthinkable. Impossible, surely.

- Its tastes... the taste.. its.... its....

- Married? What even happened that Saturday...

- Where will the Vostroyan find himself next?

- A burning hatred of... collars?

== Quotes ==
* ''"Seems like a solid, dependable Guardsman. Happy to have him join the crew. Wait, what was that about mutations?"'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"Emperor's breath, another mutant with a big gun? Well atleast we've got more canon fodder. Saying that, it follows orders and seems reliable. Either way, I'll be keeping an eye out."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* ''"This new Vostroyan trooper appears to be competent, at least so far and has a proper appreciation of explosives.The fact they are a mutant is something of a curiosity, I did not think the Vostroyans tolerated such among their ranks."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|The Surgeon General]]
* ''"He makes a hell of a first impression. I try hard not to like the death-or-glory kids, but it seldom works out."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"Poor bugger. Lucky for him that he has psychically awakened whilst with the Arkangel lot and not whilst in the Guard."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"That was a whole mountain's worth of trial by fire landing upon him in a very short space of time. Still standing afterward, too. Good man."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"Being a Psyker '''sucks,''' sorry, buddy."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"EEEEE please can I stroke the hat? The hat looks so soft!"'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]], after sprinting the length of a room to bounce in front of Viktor enthusiastically.
* ''"Emperor's hairy arse, now hes a psyker too? Well at least he didnt explode into demons, or bees. Or bee demons."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* ''"Dammed brave fellow. That was a mission no Guardsman is trained to face."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Is making space for himself - and I'm not talking about with that evicerator, either.'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"Rexuz had an eye for talented and special individuals, remember that. You are not just a soldier but someone picked out by one of the God-Emperor's Martyrs"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Better and stronger all the time. I'm glad we're friends, poor bastard." - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"Of all our orphans, he's the one I'm least worried about. Someone of his talents will find a new place. But still ... it's an experience I hope I never have to share."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"Still feel kind of responsible for the psyker awakening thing. I know it's not my fault, but we went on a mission and half an hour later he's being fitted for a bomb collar"''- [[Evangeline Jerobaal Non|Evangeline]]
* ''"The power you are embracing, that flows now into your soul. It will scour you if you are weak for a second, you have the strength for it though never doubt that. The collar was a weakness"'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"No more collars. No more brands, brother."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"A fine fighter and brave. A different man to Azreal, but I'm now certain that he will be as vital."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Please, Emperor of Mankind, aid this loyal son in facing that which pursues him... he will need all the help he can get."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"Have you tried sending a dear John yet?"'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player: Jakub Legowik'''

'''Inspirations: Polish Szlachta, Stereotypical heavy weapons expert, '''

'''Soundtrack: Work in Progress'''

[[Category:Characters]]

Capt. Cartwright

2025-01-28T15:42:43Z

Anatos: /* Quotes */

{{PCSummary
|p=[mailto:nkwoodruff@googlemail.com Nick Woodruff]
|Race= Human
|Dynasty= Kasputin
}}

[[File:IMG 6412.JPG|thumb|[[Special:Upload|Update]] Courtesy of Ben Smith]]

''' Name: Lord Commander Nathaniel Reginald Carruthers Cartwright III'''

'''Dynasty: Kasputin Dynasty'''

'''Notable Traits: Generally quiet, observing those around him, tends to become more vocal when in combat or inebriated. Also an absolute troll with the dirty sense of humour of a line trooper '''

'''Titles: Lord-Captain of the Kasputin Dynasty, Lord-Commander beyond the Maw. formerly Captain of A Company (Mech Recce), 42nd Britannicus Stormtrooper Regiment. Scion Minoris of the Cartwright Family. Daddy Cartwright'''

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
[[File:IMG_1852.JPG|200px|thumb|left|Cartwright and Victrix]]
Was on attachment to the Kasputin Dynasty and was technically still a serving member of the Astra Militarum.

Was on the Conception of Hope, a Rogue Trader vessel that was trapped in the warp for around 100 years, though only a matter of weeks passed for those onboard.
Managed to convince Astra Militarum command to keep him as a serving Officer despite becoming a Rogue Trader, hence his equivalent rank of Lord-Commander.

Currently serving as the Lord-Captain of The Cartwright Dynasty after passing on the Kasputin Warrant and receiving the Warrant held by Tomas Rexuz.
[[File:IMG_2688.JPG|200px|thumb|left|Cartwright with the Kasputin Banner]]

== Lineage ==

[[File:IMG_2617.JPG|200px|thumb|right|FORWARD THE GUARD!]]
13th Child of Governor Elizabeth Cartwright, Planetary Governor of the Civilised World of Novabralter in the Britannicus Cluster. Due to ancient treaty, involving the 13th child of the line, he was sent to the planets Schola Progenium.

===Known Associates ===

Lady-Captain Victrix Raltus

Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel

The Victoria Dynasty

Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski

== Rumour ==

Closet Khornate.

Killed Lord-Captain Kasputin.

So Guard that he has forgotten he has a forename and not just his Surname and Rank.

Killed one of his cousins at the age of 10

== Quotes ==
* ''"Cartwright's a good officer; I know the type. I just hope he doesn't wind up like others of the type I've known."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"He is disciplined professional soldier. Under it though he hides a sense of humour and a good heart that makes up for that."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"A competent officer and steadfastly loyal, this however does not stop him from speaking out against stu... er... unwise decisions of superiors. or anyone else at that matter"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael]]
* ''"Give a Guardsman a gun and a reason to fire it, and he'll stop an army dead in its tracks. I've heard that saying more than once; I suspect the good Captain had a hand in inspiring it."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''"I do not think well of soldiers. But I think well of him. He does what he does because his heart is good, not because someone told him to do it. I like that. I hope to stand at his side in more battles. He has a hunter's heart."'' - [[Skyfall]]
* ''"Wears all that body armour and carries all those weapons, and still leaves his legs bare. I just can't..."'' - [[Araquiel|Araq]]
* ''"FOR THE LOVE OF THE GOD-EMPEROR CARTWRIGHT USE A FUCKING TOWEL!!!" - on seeing him in her private spa, smoking a cigar ''- [[Lady_Navigator-Captain_Victrix_Raltus|Victrix]]
* ''"A solid operative. Easily a storm trooper in my previous vocation. Perhaps even agent material, back in the day."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"He's a dependable man in a fight and doesn't run when it gets tough, are you sure this man is an officer?"'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"I remember men like him in the Guard. Their lives were spent a little more carefully than they spent ours, maybe with a little more ceremony, maybe they would get their own box rather than sharing a pit with hundreds of others. But they were spent. The Imperium was built from his back and the backs of those like him. At least now there are people who know his true worth''" - [[Arkady Borovich]]
* ''"He reminds me that I am a Guardsman. And he exemplifies the best of what that means. I hate how it happened, but I'm gonna love seeing a guy like that at the Captain's table."'' - [[Spider]]
*''"It is fortunate Captain Cartwright has decided against attempting to mount me to the prow of the ship. Now to keep him on '''his''' side of the ventilation system."'' - [[Unit 343-τω1Gj4κ “Twigjack”|Twigjack]]
*''"As I increasingly watch things change around me, and within me, I am reassured by his stable, familiar presence."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"I don't know him as well as I would like but I've met people like him in the Guard, ones that push others to achieve impossible feats for the Imperium by following their example. He will be a good Lord Captain. I also love that he has his own lascannon!"'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''" Caaaaartwright! Hey Cartwright! Wanna go do a thiiiiiiiiing?"'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]], usually while bouncing excitedly on the spot.
* ''" An true exemplar of the Guard both in spirit and action"'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''" Another one who plays the brave face but gives wide berth. I cannot fault his training."'' - [[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
* ''"Such a genuine person! I wonder if he is just as much at peace with himself, too."'' - [[Araquiel]]
* ''"Nobility, loyalty and dicipline. I look forward to calling him friend."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"There is only one man in the entire universe I would rather have at my back in a fight. To any who know me that should be enough said about Lord-Captain Cartwright." [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"I can only hope he that when his vengeance comes he will let me fight by his side as a friend."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"So....I can come and help you, right? Wherever you're going looking for her?"'' - a surprisingly serious [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]] following an encounter with daemonic forces in a bunker.
* ''"Still reliable after all this time. And still alive. I can't say that about many."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"And if I told you that you had to go beyond where you were willing to go? Would you still do this thing?"'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"NATHANIEL CARTWRIGHT YOU GET BACK HERE DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE IN THE DARK!"'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]], trying to keep up with a charging Cartwright.
* ''"Apparently he was a real meathead when he was younger, which is kind of reassuring for the rest of us meatheads. Maybe I can still be like him when I grow up."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"He gave me a prank over a hundred years in the making. He gave me a command - an ambition I gave up on a hundred-odd years ago. Most importantly, he gave me a bag of dirt, and a vision of the future. For all he says he's just the delivery boy for half of that, I say one stupid dangerous search-and-rescue op doesn't make us even. He gets as many as it takes."'' - [[Spider|Colonel Summers, Recon and Psychic Division, Imperial Guard Beyond the Maw]]
* ''"If he worries Artemisia like that again I will shoot him myself... but he does seem like a good man, and a gifted combatant."'' - [[Alexandra Euphemia Blake]]
* ''"Regiments will be named after this man. His likeness will be carried into battle on standards of gold and adamant. And still it will not be enough to honour his worth."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''"I've seen injuries like that before on the battlefield. What I have never seen is someone survive them, this is what a hero of the Imperium is."'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"An excellent comrade in arms. I like him very much. I'm glad he's learned how to eat a scone though..."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair]]

* ''"I am relieved that we have the the Cartwright I know back. His youthful mindset was interesting, but he ate scones without any mind for etiquette or class." '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"There is much I could say for this man, but anything beyond he is my friend seems redundant."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Few people I would rather have at my side in combat, or when I am hurt. I can only hope that he and [[Erasmus Bloom|Blue]] manage to find a way to ignore each other."'' - [[Skyfall]]
* ''"A DAMNED BLOODY FOOL! Ran off into the emperor damned night for a one on one bandy with some Fething Necron! Got his arm flayed off!... putting the augmentic on was fun BUT THATS BESIDE THE POINT! I need to keep a closer eye on him "'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|X.O. Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"He left us..."'' a momentarily lost for words [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]] during the House Ingamar Navigator tests
* ''"The augmetic arm does not seem to have slowed him down. Solidly impressed with his stealth capabilities are also still sharp."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|X.O. Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"For a big man, he is surprisingly sneaky."'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"Cartwright had some interesting observations on duty and freedom. I would like to continue to the conversation when he is more present..."'' - [[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
*''"Put a gun to my head at my own table. Lucky for me it was only bottle of brandy. Lucky for him my boys didn't skin him. Either way the audacity warmed my black and wizened heart, it was a real 'motherfucker' move. I'll need to return the favour.''" - [[Arkady Borovich]]
* ''"He honours me with the title guardsmen as if I am an equal. Never has there been a more grounded Lord Captain."'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"That I am one that he trusts will almost certainly be his downfall; that he does touches me more than I can say however."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"This mad fucking bastard nutted a Necron to death. Soul of a warrior. If he didn’t have a tribe of his own..."'' - [[Spider]]
* ''"Seems like a nice guy. Affable. Salt of Holy Terra. But he also seems like a former captain of an Stormtrooper regiment, so I wouldn't count on 'nice' to save you when the chips are down."'' - [[Sgt. Iago Lennon|Sgt. Iago Lennon]]
* ''"You felt the hand of fate, its weight, its power. But know that true power is in the knowing..."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"Loyal to a fault, a true man of the Guard. Also one of the finest tastes of booze and food, glad to have him as an anchor to back home."'' - [[Decius Crane]]
* ''"He was stuck on the Conception of Hope dealing with things this landing. At least he wasn't running off into the night and losing body parts...I should probably still go check though."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"Nice hat!"'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You can take the man out of the Guard..."'' [[Anahita]]
* ''"Thank you for your service."'' - Unknown
* ''"He is a great friend, I am glad to have been given a chance to pay that friendship back, even if it is just a nice suit."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Sometimes you need a duel to really clear the air."'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair|Artemisia]]
* ''"MY EYES! Was that dazzle camouflage or an act of Max?! How can you be that intoxicated and still fight competently? HOW!?"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"Another excellent deployment, and a reminder that his crew are excellent too."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair]]
* ''"As a warrior he is a man to fear as he charges towards you. As a surgeon he is also a man to be feared when he charges towards you." '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"If anyone is a solid core of the Rogue Trader dynastic crews, and whose loss would feel like a piece of the heart of the fellowship had been ripped out, it would be this man."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A lot of people are what he is; he's the only one who is who he is. It's a good combination."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"We have seen another side of you now and even through its distasteful actions was a deep unchangeable loyalty to the Empire. Keep hold of that it will strengthen you at need."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Well, that was a very eventful few days, wasn't it. I will still fight alongside you and trust you unhesitatingly with my back - but it would be a lie to say that I am not disappointed."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"I don't think we did the wrong thing, but I just can't help but feel we didn't do the right thing either..."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"No hope in all the Void I'm saluting this man. Not because I don't respect him, but cos Id have to say "Yes Daddy"."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* ''"For someone so decisive in battle, he really took his time to make that decision."'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"Mmmm....I think it's a very army thing to have a conflicted psycho-sexual identity. They are very keen on thinking of themselves as leather clad badasses, who glower a lot and may have some unspecified measure of darkness in their soul. But, you know, they also secretly all want cuddles and will invariably find themselves distracted by trying to rescue a void marten trapped in Arkangel's roof. I'd be tempted to put Cartwright in that category. He does brandish a standard with great panache, however."'' - [[Octavia Viria Lupus|Octavia Viria Lupus]], in helpful conversation with [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair|Artemisia]]
* ''"If I were forced to express an opinion, it would be good for them. But luckily there are enough opinions being shared that I'm not."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"He's getting shot again if Sterling loses any more limbs under his orders, but I'll avoid anything important. I like him."'' - [[Alexandra Euphemia Blake]]
* ''"A brother in arms, it is an honor to have him at my side both in the field as the Scorpion and soon as my best man for the wedding."'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"Always doing what is before him needing to be done. An exemplar."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"'''Excellent''' brother-in-law material. I could stand to spend more time with him."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"He did not sustain any lasting physical trauma this landing which is good, but he did fail a pair bonding, I will have to find the manual of "broken hearts"."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"I fear that you offer me a loyalty, a friendship even, that I shall not be able to repay, in the end."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"A terrible influence on my husband... and his truest friend. We are lucky to know him."'' - [[Alexandra Euphemia Sterling]]
* ''"Truly the greatest Best Man I could ask for. Both a close friend and battle brother."'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"His blade and gun bring the Emperor's justice on our enemies. I would always call him friend."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"I do understand why you feel a need for gallows humour... as I hope you understand there are lines I will not cross. Perhaps one day I may tell you why - but please do not make that necessary."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"I think this makes him my oldest friend. He did somewhat cheat though."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"You know, you probably would look good in a navy uniform..."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* ''"I wonder how long it'll take him to find ALL of those tattoos."'' -[[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''"Honestly, I didn't really pay attention to him before - except for that delightful hat - but he's actually all right." - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"The insistence with which he attempted to force a pair boding between myself and Severina was... I am concerned for his mental state"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael]]
* ''"I fear we may all take you for granted too much."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"...Honestly? Honestly, I wasn't expecting him to inspire me. But it happened."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"That stupid hall of mirrors creepy voices had deeply out of date information. Stupid mirrors. Stupid timing."'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]]
* ''" ... look, I appreciate the bomb collar Lord-Captain, and the need for it, but as a fellow guardsman seeing the look on your face I knew I was in for some ''character building''. Welp, sucks to suck, so FOR THE GUARD! "'' - [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]
* ''"All Im saying is if I knew how much you were getting around at the time, I'd of used tongue"'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* ''"That's Certainly a creative place to hide your grenades."'' -[[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''" '''Looks at the fellow guardsman. A loud silence.''' "'' - [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]
* ''"He is reliably him. In over a century I've known how he would react. That is comforting."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Once more he has proven to be a loyal and courageous member of the expedition. Without them we would be lost."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"The Emperor Taketh and the Emperor Giveth, and I can bloody well taketh a hint"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"There are times I wonder on the magnitude of your... let's call it 'humour'. Then you do something else, and for a time, I cease."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"And you thought you could get away from me that easily."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player: Nick Woodruff'''

'''Inspirations:A Bridge Too Far, The Longest Day, Zulu, Ice Cold in Alex. The bugnuts insane stories of family members who fought in WW2'''

'''Soundtrack: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1i0frWyovguZ8V9k5zAR9x '''

[[Category:Characters]]

Category:Down Time Fiction

2024-06-24T20:16:20Z

Anatos:

== E13 ==

'''Attack Drukari Base''' ''Cerastes,Dunrega, Von den Totten, Rexus, Lupus, Kasputin, Borovich (Success)''

In a dark corner of space, surrounded by the shattered remnants of an unformed world a Drukhari base sits in shadow. Spread across multiple asteroids the base provides refuge and rest to a fleet of vicious raiders who revel in the terror they spread around the civilisations in striking distance. The denizens of this base are used to being the predator waiting to rush the herd and cut out the choicest meat, but with the arrival of the Arkangel Fleet it is time for them to see and feel what it is like from the opposite side.

It begins with ships of the Cerastes and Dunrega Dynasties creeping quietly into the system, gently probing for information and mapping the layout of the asteroid field, finding the best places for the rest of the assault to form up and prevent any of the Xenos from escaping. Disaster almost strikes immediately as The Fist of Ichadon stumbles onto an entire fleet of raiders on their way out the system; a fleet the advanced scouts had warned was heading for Arkangel space. Lord Captain Slate immediately turns and in an attempt to act as if assaulting the fleet was the original intention draws them into a running battle all the way into Arkangel space.

Refusing to allow a single ship to dissuade them, the Drukhari gleefully attempt to swarm the Durega ship whose careful manoeuvring and judicious use of its overpowered macrocannons keep the battle running for weeks. Weeks the Van Den Totten Dynasty made good use of. Erupting from the Empyrean amongst the Drukhari fleet, a positioning made possible by the constant coordination and plotting sent by Lord Captain Slate’s astropaths. The mighty Imperial warship The Nightfall burst forth, the energy bleed from the translation alone destroying or crippling dozens of the raider vessels even before point blank weapon fire overwhelmed the shadow fields that normally wrap the Aeldari ships in a cloak of protection. As each field overloads and shuts down, Lord Captain Sev unleashes her shock troopers upon the Drukhari, and now these dark and cruel Xenos gain firsthand knowledge of what it feels like to be hunted and terrorised by black clad remorseless killers. Very few have time to recognise the irony before having their life taken from them. In the end only a handful of the raiders get the chance to flee, their assault on territory

As the Dunrega act as bait and draw the fleet away the Cerastes complete their investigations and hand over to Lord Captain Rexus who carefully primes the jaws of the trap. Setting up artillery and stormtrooper outposts across the edges of the asteroid field which make it difficult for Drukhari vessels to defend the base or flee when the attack goes in, all is in readiness.

Like the calm before the storm, a quiet tension fills Valhalla’s Regards as it awaits the arrival of their allies. If they are noticed before everyone else arrives they will gladly assault but plans are made for a reason, and this success is greater if the plan is followed. Conception of Hope, Zoya’s Triumph, and The Frank Exchange of Views soon arrive however and the time for the assault arrives.

Multiple fighter and bomber wings launched by The Frank Exchange of Views lead the attack, and guided by the emplaced stormtrooper outposts, precision strikes take out the anti capital ship defence weapons allowing the cruisers to approach in relative safety and bombard directly. Drukhari vessels use shadow field technology to hide their location and coupled with speed and manoeuvrability most weapons struggle to land a shot, a base however, has none of these protections. Their best defence is that none know where to attack in the first place and careful scouting and planning has taken this strength from the defenders.

Troops of the Kasputin dynasty that while they are no longer of the Astra Militarum in name, in spirit they still are, assault in a manner that would make the commissariat proud. Borovich landing teams may have less discipline but no less ferocity and there is still an echo of tactics any officer of the Imperial Guard would recognise in how they fire and manoeuvre across the field.

It happens suddenly, all at once the xeno ships which had been putting up a strong if forlorn defence attempt to flee. Only to discover that between Lupus Astra Nova fighter wings and the emplaced stormtroopers there is nowhere to go, it looks to all as though none will escape this punishing assault by the Rogue Trader ships. For whomever is in charge of the Drukari capture or destruction seems to not be an option and in order to make an opening a several corvette sized vessels attempt suicidal ramming attacks to clear a path for the largest of the Drukhari ships to flee.

The Suicidal ramming attacks take the Rogue Trader ships by surprise and Valhalla’s Regards chose to protect others before itself was struck a glancing blow. The damage, though minor, is lasting and forces the ship to give way just far enough for a Drukhari cruiser named Otbaunir Kotar to escape to safety.

With the departure of their leadership, organised resistance within the base soon falls apart and the ground forces quickly overwhelm the defenders. Before long the Drukhari base is in Imperial hands and loot can be claimed. The time spent by the stormtroopers before the attack wasn’t wasted as they are able to point out the locations of valuable resources to their Lord Captain ensuring a quick and efficient stripping of the base. The only potential problem occurs when in the process of clearing anything valuable the search parties find that the slave pens are nearly full. It seems the timing of the attack caught the facility between delivery cycles and thousands of humans who claim membership in the BMTF and The Font are found locked in cages. A decision on what to do with these refugees is now in front of the Captains Table.

'''Defend Arkangel against Orks''' ''Victoria, Alexander''

Space churns and twists in a spot not too far from Arkangel. Sensor warnings flare up on ships belonging to the Alexander and Victoria Dynasties. Something is coming and it's certainly not friendly. With a screech of realspace being wounded on a fundamental level the immaterium opens up. Coils and tendrils of madness and entropy made manifest reach out into the cold dark and find nothing.

With a cough made through destruction of baseline reality and physics a number of ships are vomited out of the warp and into the prime material. Each one has flaring, oversized orange and red thrusters and they accelerate to full speed almost immediately. Every ship seems like it was made as an insult to the Omnissiah, ramshackle and disorganised, bodged together from the carcasses and pieces of anything that the crew could get their grubby hands on. In fact one of the forerunner ships seems to have an Aeldari Solar Sail mounted onto the top, so maybe they are attempting to insult any God that looks in their general direction.

There is no formation or any form of strategic backing to the Ork ships as they careen forwards into what is hopefully a fight. At the very front is a massive ship, the prow hammered and melted to the point that it looks like a giant fist flying through space, the word "GROT HAMMA" is hastily painted on the flank of the vessel in a multitude of bright, garish colours. Smaller vessels soar ahead of it and screams and cries of excitement and joy blast out on all vox channels, adding a sonic assault to what should be a silent display.

Like a blade through the shadow of the void, The Glorious Endeavour cruises forwards, light sparkling across its hull like a fresh golden sunrise and setting its gunports into deep shadow, as though it were a great beast sleeping, eyes shut and claws retracted. A lone ship with no allies was simply too juicy a target. Especially when a message cut through the vox traffic to the Ork ship, insulting the Captain, everything he stood for, even his boss, almost perfectly crafted to entice him into blind, reckless rage.

With a roar of fury, Captain Squigbyta orders a full ahead and even slams his hand down onto a giant red button, sending the engines into overdrive and causing the fuselage of the Hamma to groan and squeal as though it were in pain. It was already growing closer to The Glorious Endeavour as the Imperial vessel's weapons started to cycle up and charge.

Then another message came through the vox to Squigbyta. A code signal, traded for and given as a deal with a freeboota. A signal to treat the ship as an ally. The ship that was such a juicy target, so perfectly set up to be crashed into, to give them a glorious fight and some prime loot! The realisation of the fact he had just become prey hit Captain Squigbyta like a torpedo, knocking him and his assault off course.

Or perhaps that was the actual torpedo striking the belowdecks of the Grot Hamma. Generators cycling to full power another ship came screaming out of the shadow, weapons charged and flashing death into the void. Torpedoes shredded metal and vented oxygen into space, decompression tossing green corpses out like gory confetti. The Pride of Victoria had snapped shut the jaws of the trap.

The Victoria Dynasty, masters of xenology that they were, had carefully crafted this plan to ensure maximum Ork aggression and to be certain that when the fighting began they were as confused and off-balance as they could be; maximum effect for minimum effort.

This was all the signal that was needed. The weapons of the Alexander Dynasty roared fury, casting out plasma, laser and torpedo. Caught between the might of two grand vessels of the Imperium, these ragtag ships were nothing more than salvage to be had and wreckage to be made.

The Grot Hamma burned and couldn't arrest its momentum, it listed to the side as its reactors were struck, plasma blasting out as an impromptu side thruster causing the ship to roll. The Glorious Endeavour slid past it smoothly, unleashing broadsides into the dying vessel, stripping its hull away like a hunter strips the hide from a kill.

A smaller ship, the Dakka Dansur bled gas as it was sliced open with lance fire from The Pride of Victoria, the cuts almost surgical in precision. It wasn't enough to just win this engagement, it had to be decisive, to show that facing the Pride of Arkangel was a fool's errand. The imperial ship didn't spare a second glance at the Dakka Dansur as it bled to death. It cut through expanding vapours and plasma runoff and sank its fangs into the next ship. The jagged darts of torpedoes laid waste to the ship easily and by the time it was done, The Glorious Endeavour had finished off the last of the Ork Raiders. Other than small amounts of return fire crashing against the shields like waves against a fortress, the imperial vessels were none the worse for wear.

With their kills fresh, just like the predators they were, they set about feasting, gathering salvage to trade away or use.

==E14==

'''Defend against Ork raid''' ''Dunrega, Von Den Totten, Cerastes, Kasputin (Complete Success)''

The swarm of asteroids sped through the dark directly towards the Ork fleet which had just ripped its way back from the space between madness and divinity known as The Warp. The Warboss fleet commander aboard B I G R E D pondered the poor luck of stellar navigation and considered if his peoples gods were with them on this mission. Unfortunately for him it wasn’t luck or fate that had set up a situation that would force his Ladz to split up, it was the clever planning of a Lord-Captain of the Arkangel Fleet.

Arriving several days earlier, The Conception of Hope had come to drop off weapons and supplies to support its allies who would be taking the fight to the Orks while it was dealing with another pernicious alien threat elsewhere. Originally choosing the scattering of rocks as a convenient anchor point to leave the supplies, the thought of what an asteroid storm would do to the Ork fleet brought joy to Lord-Captain Cartwright’s heart, and if the Orks were quick enough to avoid massive damage it would still enact the plan Lord-Captain Slate was working to while massively reducing the threat to his ship.

So now these natural missiles flew toward the Ork invaders, and hidden in the shadow of the sides facing away from the ships, temporary anti ship batteries were mounted. Suddenly being shot by the asteroids they were frantically dodging would likely help instil the panic required by the ultimate plan. The Conception of Hope went off on the next part of its mission eagerly looking forward to hearing how the plan went, and how its allies made the most of the situation.

B I G R E D reluctantly sent the order for the fleet to scatter and make their way through and around the oncoming storm, the Warboss Captin fully aware reorganising his forces was going to be a pain with all the independent personalities leading the ships he was meant to be boss of. As the ramshackle fleet chaotically pushed through and around the rocks before them, the ambush was struck.

The Spayce Skimmur was a nimble and nasty little ship and chose to flaunt its manoeuvrability by flying through the centre of the rock storm before suddenly being ripped apart by the hidden weapon batteries. The Boolet, a massive ship hardened and designed for ramming tried to smash its way through, single use torpedo strikes pushed it off course making it collide with an asteroid abeam rather than prow first, pulverising the relatively softer ship behind its massively armoured prow. While the violence was ongoing within the rock field Lord-Captain Slate took advantage of the natural aggressiveness of the Ork race by bombarding several ships from long range before withdrawing in apparent fear.

The Neboola Wyzrd, Dakka Dansur I1l, and The Sneeeki Boi pursued as fast as their oversized engines could spew plasma behind them. Ignoring the orders from B I G R E D to return to the fleet, “Cos there iz a Plan, Dumnuts!” they flew eager for battle, battle they received but not in the manner they expected. Like a knife in the dark the Blade of Mortis unleashed hell upon the Ork ships at point blank range as they overflew the place it had been waiting, acting like a hole in space. The ship may not have a shadow field but the ancient twisted ship, looking like it had been constructed by some engineer version of a Drukhari Haemonculous from parts of other vessels, moved and attacked with the same vicious style; brutally disabling engines and weapons before sending over squads of black armoured death troopers to cripple and destroy them fully.

Seeing the plan fall apart around him with multiple ambushes B I G R E D’s Warboss Captin decided fighting to the death was not the best use of his time and turned the last of his fleet in an attempt to break back into the warp and come back later, however the Champions of Humanity had one more surprise to drop on him; flashing in at incredible speed was a third mighty vessel of the Arkangel Fleet.

The Astral Stranger might not have the firepower of a ship of the line her size would normally carry but she was still a whole lot of ship and her surprising speed allowed her to jump in and out like a flyweight boxer, jabbing and stunning her opponents as they tried to generate warp bubbles, preventing them fleeing the trap. Coached by His fellow Lord-Captains on how to give insults in a way that would truly strike the Ork psyche vox messages were transmitted from The Fist of Ichadon to B I G R E D insulting and challenging its commander, its crew, its air recyclers, it’s puny guns, everything that Lord-Captain Slate could think of until B I G R E D changed heading and faced him.

Leaving Gas Guzzla to the untender mercies of The Astral Stranger, the Warboss faced The Fist of Ichadon. Personal authority on the line as none would follow him were he to back away from such a challenge, B I G R E D set course for destruction or glory into the teeth of the massive macro canon barrage. Perhaps if the repeated ambushes hadn’t caused earlier damage, or if the Captin had kept his cool in the face of vicious insults he could have won the one on one, but before he could close with his opponent the crimson hull of B I G R E D broke under the unrelenting pounding from the oversized shells.The spine of the ship snapped with an agonising groan all watching could hear in their mind as though sound was somehow transmitted through the empty void, and B I G R E D became two ships for a moment before the reactors within went into overload and B I G R E D became a big cloud of superheated gas and debris instead.

Seeing this destruction the invader’s ships continued their futile attempt to flee as the merciless vessels of Arkangel continued their assault. They knew the only way to properly secure this system was to act like surgeons and allow none of the Ork infection to remain lest a new growth begin.

==E15==

'''When Angels Cry''' ''Dunrega (Complete Success)''

It was a pretty normal day in Arkangel, all things considered. Sure she'd had to carefully reposition some preachers that were getting in the way of moving bloody cargo and she'd stopped two of the dockworkers from putting up another tag of the bloody Slugger but in all honesty morale was pretty high. Elaine gave a soft sigh and ran her hand over her head before putting a stamp on a cargo manifest and putting it back into an envelope.

It was getting into the night cycle now, the lights beginning to ebb low and she was looking forwards to heading back to her hab and getting a solid five hours of sleep before her shift the next day. Just as she was clearing away the rest of her desk, there was a knock at the door to the tiny cramped office she was entitled to as the leader of the Union around these parts. She gave a grunt to come in and the door cracked open, the head of one of her boys poking in, a large stony faced Ogryn by the name of Garth.

"Alrigh' boss, got some gangs 'ere sayin' they's got a permit to sees ya." He gravelled and Elaine's eyebrows furrowed.

"They say who it was from?" She returned with a frown.

"No... Didn't 'hink ta ask, lemme che-"

As Garth turned back there was a grunt, the sound of metal hitting flesh and then a loud pop that filled the air with the scent of blood and ozone, fragments of bone spattering against her desk and the wall like pieces of shrapnel. Garth fell back, missing his head and two figures pushed through the door.

Decked out in black and yellow and hazard stripes, there was a thin, wiry looking man with a blazing yellow mohawk and a shorter, stocky woman whose dreadlocks were dyed various shades of red, pink and purple. The woman was cleaning off the powerfist over her left hand that was currently coated in sticky, burned blood. Elaine spent a moment in shock before standing up, pulling open a drawer on her desk.

Before she could even reach the laspistol there was a roar that was utterly deafening in the tiny room and her left leg was blown out from under her as a bolt shell took her in the knee. She screamed and dropped as the wiry man leaped over the desk and immediately stuck her with a shot of Coag, stopping her from bleeding out before he tied up her hands. She only managed to hear the woman speak into the vox for a moment before there was a meaty thud and unconsciousness took her over.

"Get the party started."

Across the docks of Arkangel, a small-scale gang war broke out.

The dock workers weren't weak people but they were massively unprepared to be attacked by the most vicious elements of an underhive gang that had been released with distinct instructions by a very ruthless man.

Windows were shattered and any of the workers that attempted to fight back found themselves on the receiving end of chainblades and bolters, combat blades and autoguns. Strangely the gangers weren't looting anything and they were leaving the servitors and various pieces of equipment completely intact, not even giving them a second glance, instead focusing entirely on hunting down and killing the dock workers wherever they could get their hands on them.

Although this was mostly a ruse to hide their true intentions. Focused, driven hit squads of well-armed, utterly cruel gangers were breaking into offices, snatching up any and all leaders of the Union and dragging them away to a warehouse deep within Arkangel, a location almost forgotten about except to people that needed a dark place to take some prisoners.

Even the ones off-duty weren't safe as their doors were kicked down and they were kidnapped while they slept, waking up to steel-shod boots and bags being pulled over their heads. Any resistance was met by broken bones and painful, if non-lethal wounds, from blades and small calibre rounds. There was a lesson that needed to be taught and it needed all the ring-leaders alive for it.

They were all awoken to a cold splash of stinking water inside the warehouse, tied up and left on the floor. The gangers surrounding them didn't have a single ounce of mirth on their faces, simply staring at them with cold indifference; like they weren't even people, just targets, just part of the job.

When the Council came to survey the results, they were met by a smiling woman with multi-coloured dreads who escorted them to a meeting with the surviving dock workers. Before leaving she offered the Council of Angels a parting gift; a series of custom-servitors, only implanted with the barest minimum of commands and intelligence, all of them designed only for cleaning and to ensure things stayed spic-and-span. This gift was given in full view of the remnants of the Union, making it clear that they were under new management.

The uneasy looks among the various workers as they recognised the faces of the servitors did a lot to keep everything quiet and moving quickly. If people got in the way, they got removed, everyone at the meeting would be reminded of that at every opportunity whenever they looked at the servitors.

The simple, casual brutality sent a quieter message; even the Council wouldn't be safe if they decided to cross the wrong person.

'''Convert Svartalf vs Khir''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Finding people who disliked Maugur Khir was not difficult. In the years he’d exerted his malign influence over Svartal station he’d systematically bullied, harassed, scared, hurt and terrorised just about every single faction on board. The trouble was no one trusts anyone on Svartalf so it was functionally impossible to put together a coalition to go against him as Lord Captain Maxilillian had discovered. He'd been basking his head against a brick wall for about 2 weeks solid. No matter how many councillors and their attendants she schmoozed, how much military analytical data showing that Khirs Cabal were absolutely over committed, no matter how many “Gifts” and offers of hospitality he gives, most of the movers and shakers of Svartalf just do not want to play that game. It made sense he reasoned…what with the heads on spikes and the flaying.

Maximilian sat in one of the myriad Bars off the main concourse of Svartalf Station. This was the single busiest street in the labyrinth of steel that made up the station proper. “Fuck it” he said to no one in particular and downed his drink. Looking at the freshly scarred wounds on his hands. He walked out on the concourse, grabbed a waste barrel, flipped it over and climbed on top. He straightened up, pulled his shoulders back and in a voice that barely sounded like his own he announced,
“Hark! Listen and understand! You good people, you humans, lost children of Terra! Heirs of the Star Father and God-Emperor! I see your suffering! The God Emperor sees your suffering! Too long have we lived in fear! Too long have these foul Drukhari terrorised us! These ancient creatures see us as lesser, treat us as their food, their playthings! They smirk as they say that their Empire spanned the Galaxy when we humans were discovering fire. Well to this I say, we have yet to reach our peak and your empire is naught but a bitter memory! A story to be told! Your blood spent, you are the last of your line! Humans, Children of Terra look not at your feet but look aloft to the stars, our destiny, your birthright! Understand that The God-Emperor is the fire in your heart and the steel in your hand! The God-Emperor gave his life and the life of his Sons that we might inherit the Stars, not these godless monsters! If you wish to see the Tyranny of Khir Come to an end, if you wish to see his Kabal trampled into the Dust then I am your ally; The God-Emperor is your ally!” A sizable crowd had gathered, dumbstruck at Max’s words, on the busiest concourse of a station home to untold millions, somehow you could've heard a pin drop. Max could scarcely believe what he’d done, he just…let go and it happened. He realised his wounds had started bleeding again. He realised the crowd's attention had slowly shifted to huge screens over the concourse that projected news of various new events on the station in the sector. In huge letters a message scrolled “Arkangel Fleet victorious over Drukhari Raiders. The Arbour of Righteousness has been liberated.” A fire burned inside Max as he turned to the crowd and bellowed “Ave Imperator!”

It took several hours to quell the riot that Max started on Svartalf. When it was done, Khir was still an Iron councillor. He still had allies, he was still feared. But his aura of invincibility was gone. The great and the good of Svartalf saw how little stood between them and the mob, how quickly they could turn. This filled all of them with a deep dread. The people of Svartalf saw something different. They saw a man ready to stand up and fight a terrible foe. They saw someone willing to give his life to help them. When he spoke they saw a man ascendant.

They saw Man Ascendant.

'''Convert BMTF to leave Arbour alone''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Gunboat diplomacy was a very ugly phrase though Lord Captain Blair as he sipped tea, impassively sizing up the BMTF “Captain”. He hasn't introduced himself as a Captain, he had said he was the “Vessel Executive Director” or some such foolishness. But he was the Captain of the vessel that the “Pride of Victoria” was currently playing chicken with. Gunboat diplomacy was the phrase this “Captain” had used. Which was poppycock of course. For a start the Pride of Victoria was a ship, not a boat. Also at this range the guns were not this fellow's problem unlike the torpedo batteries. Those same batteries that he knew Europa would be cycling excess atmo through to ensure they all appeared on scanners. Or perhaps he meant the Fighter Bomber formations that Artemisia had been buzzing them with for the last 45 minutes? Once again, those were void attack craft, not boats. And they were sent as part of this diplomatic mission, a show of respect. Pageantry to show this “Captain” how important the Victoria Dynasty thing he is. Adelaide spoke in even tones,
“You must accept our sincerest apologies Director, according to our Astral charts and the transponder idents from the closest star cluster, we are in Arbour space?”
There was a deeply uncomfortable pause. Lord Captain Blair summoned every ounce of self control and discipline to not smirk as Adelaide went in for the kill,
“Unless you, Vessel Executive Director, are claiming this…as BMTF space?”
There was rumble through the Pride of Victoria, and proximity alarms sounded, as right on cue, Lord Captain Maxillian Alexander's vessel “The Glorious Endeavour” translated from the warp, its golden hull twinking against the crackling energies emitting from the Warp.

He sipped his tea slowly, he let there be a beat of silence in the air before he spoke.

“I think it's very unfair to suggest this is Gunboat Diplomacy. For a start these are ships…” said Lord Captain Blair in his most reasonable tone.

==E16==

'''War By The Numbers''' ''Dunrega (Success)''

The Orks never were the most subtle and even if their ships didn't spew out energy readings like a broken reactor it'd be easy to find out exactly where they would be coming from. Their ramshackle and snarling vessels cruised through the void, weapons already loaded and armed, they knew a scrap was coming up and the greenskins within were starting to get antsy.

Brawling was common until some of the Nobs came around and got them back into some semblance of order. They were completely unaware that they had already been picked up on sensors and they weren't going to get the fight they were hoping for.

In the far distance, The Fist of Ichadon woke up. The plan had been sent out some time ago and everyone aboard knew what they needed to do. They'd fought the Orks so many times now it was starting to get a bit stale and they were more than happy to finally be rid of the bastards should this work. Macrocannon batteries slid out from cowlings, mass-reactive shells being loaded into them with practiced ease. Thrusters roared to life and The Fist turned, its weapons roared and spat out shells despite the range.

Most went wide but a few splashed against crude shields or blasted off chunks of scrap metal from various Ork vessels. Instantly they were on full alert and the frenzy started all over again. Afterburners ignited and the ships blasted forwards, baying for blood. Two particular ships pulled ahead, slightly larger than the others and with much larger thrusters; Big Blasta and Dakka Dansur I!l.

All of the ships started blasting out fire but none of it came close to damaging The Fist of Ichadon who continued to move in, weapons firing. Deep clunks ran through the midships of the Imperial vessel and fighter-bombers were released, diving in like birds of prey, missiles and bombs lashing out to destroy weapon ports, thruster nacelles and even strike craft bays before peeling away to return for rearming.

The Orks were both furious and gleeful, they were going to get a proper scrap and against a big ship from that Arkygel Fleet they'd heard about! So it was time to get smashing.

With a quick manoeuvre, The Fist of Ichadon turned and... Ran away. Surprise warred with indignation and bone-deep unnatural fury within the Ork ships, who found themselves firing into empty space and forced to shut off their afterburners so they could actually turn around and try and get into a proper fight. Big Blasta even blew a portion of its munitions to force a near impossible turn at the cost of a chunk of its midships vaporising but that let it come around and get ready to fire an unreasonably oversized prow lance.

Then space folded and three smaller ships flashed into what was previously empty void. They were sleek and decked out in blues, purples and whites. They immediately identified themselves to The Fist as allies and marked themselves out as Twist of Fate, Kurnous' Jaws, and Wrathful Skies from Craftworld Tel'Sharr.

The three Nightshade Destroyers unleashed a volley of torpedoes and then danced away, solar sails allowing them to execute graceful arcs that pulled them away from the Ork vessels to keep in line with the game being played by the Dunrega vessel.

Some of the torpedoes were blasted out of existence by Ork weapons and the volume of fire even caused them to manage to clip Twist of Fate through its holo-field as the destroyers moved away but enough struck to send a fresh wave of rage through the Orks. The strike bays on Dakka Dansur I!l and the prow lance on Big Blasta were wiped out in detonations of blue-white energy.

The majority of the ships still attempted to chase down The Fist however, weeping out waves of fire that splashed against the shields yet could not penetrate them. Occasionally the imperial vessel would turn and blast out a scathing broadside to break a smaller ship over its metaphorical knee before continuing to flee.

The Aeldari ships danced around The Fist, scything in to unleash torpedoes before retreating once more. Wrathful Skies took a heavy shot near the prow that destroyed some of its torpedo tubes and it bowed out of the fight, flickering away while wishing a fine day of dancing to the remaining combatants.

The rest of the battle was slow, frustrating, but effective. One cannot sustain maximum fury and energy forever and even Orks will grow tired after long enough. Being harrassed by broadsides, blasted apart by torpedoes and having chunks torn off them by strike craft, the Ork flotilla eventually just burned out as they were picked apart. Dakka Dansur I!l simply turned and left, deciding to go somewhere else for a better fight and The Fist of Ichadon was subjected to a vast amount of insults through the vox before the Orks were summarily told to git gud and get fucked before communications were cut.

As the fight drew to a close, the Aeldari sent warm regards to the crew of The Fist before turning and vanishing. The day was won and the imperial ship hadn't even taken damage beyond a bruising of its shields.

Victory wasn't always flashy but that was just the way The Fist of Ichadon wanted it.

'''Convert Svartalf vs Khir''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Mhaugir Khir knelt in his private sanctum, a spartan chamber of polished obsidian. He was using every ounce of his inhuman willpower to maintain his focus, his control, his breathing. He had lived a hundred mortal lifetimes and he was being outplayed by a rabble of Mon’Keigh, of primates. His lungs slowly filled and he envisioned his hatred as a black ichor slithering through his veins. “I will master my Rage as I master myself” he intoned, the sharp cadence of the ancient Drukhai incantation echoed on the smooth glistening walls. In a single fluid motion he stood and drew his klaive and took stance III of the “Flower of Flesh and Blood” martial form.
Slowly his body moved through each strike of the form, perfected through innumerable hours of practice and thousands of lives taken. His breathing was measured and controlled, his heartbeat perfectly in time with his movements. His body had muscle memory older than the lifetimes of men. For all his rote precision his mind rushed and roared like a storm wracked sea. His web of spies had reported a great deal of disquieting information. His once iron grip on this station and this sector were slipping. While his raids on The Arbour had been extremely successful they had come at great cost, he could not quickly recoup the losses to his Kabal. As the form continued the speed of his movements increased. His klaive whirled in the empty chamber, each stroke delivered with enough force to bisect any human who stood before it. His mind was as polished as his blade, his near eidetic memory remembering every name and every face of Arkangel’s Captains table and their crews. In extreme,surgical detail he envisioned the horrors he would inflict upon these dung hurling chimps. The one who attempted to converse with him using a clumsy approximation of Drukhari Etiquette would have the tongue torn from his mouth. He would kill another's lover before their very eyes, eat their heart and drink their tears like spring water. He would sign his name on charter using their blood. One in particular would be spared to the very end; however, one had earned his special attention.

He was a blur of sinew, wraithbone and seething, frothing, utter hatred. His muscles, tendons, nerves, and weapon were now as one. Every movement was a finely honed expression of sadistic intent. With every lethal step he thought of one Mon’Keigh. The colour of his eyes, the sound of his voice, his grunting primate voice, his foetid animal stink.

As his rage reached its crescendo, he turned about and swung his Klaive and felt the unmistakable sensation of his blade slicing through flesh. He closed his eyes and stood still as he was drenched in gore. He trembled slightly and listened to a symphony of carnage, warm blood ran down his body and spattered on the floor, the slithering sounds of entrails escaping the body. He opened his eyes to see a frantic terrified gaze, he savoured the helplessness of that begging stare. More than anything Maugur Khir hated the sounds Mon’Keigh make with their mouths. Their voices were somewhere between belching and retching, even their screams had a certain vulgarity that he could not abide. All of his personal stock would have their vocal cords removed prior to use so he could savour their torment in exquisite silence.

He turned from his victim, as they sobbed mutely and summoned one of his attendants with a gesture. A pale bald headed Drukhari entered and bowed silently. “We must conserve our strength” he seethed. “Cut our losses on Svartalf for now and be prepared to withdraw if the time comes. Gaius should keep them busy for now at least.” The attendant stood and moved to leave as quietly as he entered but was stopped dead in his tracks by Khir making direct eye contact. His eyes, black as the void, staring stabbing into him. “Bring me everything you can find on Lord Captain Maximillian Alexander” he smirked mirthlessly. “This creature shall be taught a lesson, I shall teach it the Philosophy of a Blade.”

Category:Down Time Fiction

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Anatos: /* E14 */

==E14==

'''Defend against Ork raid''' ''Dunrega, Von Den Totten, Cerastes, Kasputin (Complete Success]''

The swarm of asteroids sped through the dark directly towards the Ork fleet which had just ripped its way back from the space between madness and divinity known as The Warp. The Warboss fleet commander aboard B I G R E D pondered the poor luck of stellar navigation and considered if his peoples gods were with them on this mission. Unfortunately for him it wasn’t luck or fate that had set up a situation that would force his Ladz to split up, it was the clever planning of a Lord-Captain of the Arkangel Fleet.

Arriving several days earlier, The Conception of Hope had come to drop off weapons and supplies to support its allies who would be taking the fight to the Orks while it was dealing with another pernicious alien threat elsewhere. Originally choosing the scattering of rocks as a convenient anchor point to leave the supplies, the thought of what an asteroid storm would do to the Ork fleet brought joy to Lord-Captain Cartwright’s heart, and if the Orks were quick enough to avoid massive damage it would still enact the plan Lord-Captain Slate was working to while massively reducing the threat to his ship.

So now these natural missiles flew toward the Ork invaders, and hidden in the shadow of the sides facing away from the ships, temporary anti ship batteries were mounted. Suddenly being shot by the asteroids they were frantically dodging would likely help instil the panic required by the ultimate plan. The Conception of Hope went off on the next part of its mission eagerly looking forward to hearing how the plan went, and how its allies made the most of the situation.

B I G R E D reluctantly sent the order for the fleet to scatter and make their way through and around the oncoming storm, the Warboss Captin fully aware reorganising his forces was going to be a pain with all the independent personalities leading the ships he was meant to be boss of. As the ramshackle fleet chaotically pushed through and around the rocks before them, the ambush was struck.

The Spayce Skimmur was a nimble and nasty little ship and chose to flaunt its manoeuvrability by flying through the centre of the rock storm before suddenly being ripped apart by the hidden weapon batteries. The Boolet, a massive ship hardened and designed for ramming tried to smash its way through, single use torpedo strikes pushed it off course making it collide with an asteroid abeam rather than prow first, pulverising the relatively softer ship behind its massively armoured prow. While the violence was ongoing within the rock field Lord-Captain Slate took advantage of the natural aggressiveness of the Ork race by bombarding several ships from long range before withdrawing in apparent fear.

The Neboola Wyzrd, Dakka Dansur I1l, and The Sneeeki Boi pursued as fast as their oversized engines could spew plasma behind them. Ignoring the orders from B I G R E D to return to the fleet, “Cos there iz a Plan, Dumnuts!” they flew eager for battle, battle they received but not in the manner they expected. Like a knife in the dark the Blade of Mortis unleashed hell upon the Ork ships at point blank range as they overflew the place it had been waiting, acting like a hole in space. The ship may not have a shadow field but the ancient twisted ship, looking like it had been constructed by some engineer version of a Drukhari Haemonculous from parts of other vessels, moved and attacked with the same vicious style; brutally disabling engines and weapons before sending over squads of black armoured death troopers to cripple and destroy them fully.

Seeing the plan fall apart around him with multiple ambushes B I G R E D’s Warboss Captin decided fighting to the death was not the best use of his time and turned the last of his fleet in an attempt to break back into the warp and come back later, however the Champions of Humanity had one more surprise to drop on him; flashing in at incredible speed was a third mighty vessel of the Arkangel Fleet.

The Astral Stranger might not have the firepower of a ship of the line her size would normally carry but she was still a whole lot of ship and her surprising speed allowed her to jump in and out like a flyweight boxer, jabbing and stunning her opponents as they tried to generate warp bubbles, preventing them fleeing the trap. Coached by His fellow Lord-Captains on how to give insults in a way that would truly strike the Ork psyche vox messages were transmitted from The Fist of Ichadon to B I G R E D insulting and challenging its commander, its crew, its air recyclers, it’s puny guns, everything that Lord-Captain Slate could think of until B I G R E D changed heading and faced him.

Leaving Gas Guzzla to the untender mercies of The Astral Stranger, the Warboss faced The Fist of Ichadon. Personal authority on the line as none would follow him were he to back away from such a challenge, B I G R E D set course for destruction or glory into the teeth of the massive macro canon barrage. Perhaps if the repeated ambushes hadn’t caused earlier damage, or if the Captin had kept his cool in the face of vicious insults he could have won the one on one, but before he could close with his opponent the crimson hull of B I G R E D broke under the unrelenting pounding from the oversized shells.The spine of the ship snapped with an agonising groan all watching could hear in their mind as though sound was somehow transmitted through the empty void, and B I G R E D became two ships for a moment before the reactors within went into overload and B I G R E D became a big cloud of superheated gas and debris instead.

Seeing this destruction the invader’s ships continued their futile attempt to flee as the merciless vessels of Arkangel continued their assault. They knew the only way to properly secure this system was to act like surgeons and allow none of the Ork infection to remain lest a new growth begin.

'''Attack Drukari Base''' ''Cerastes,Dunrega, Von den Totten, Rexus, Lupus, Kasputin, Borovich (Success)''

In a dark corner of space, surrounded by the shattered remnants of an unformed world a Drukhari base sits in shadow. Spread across multiple asteroids the base provides refuge and rest to a fleet of vicious raiders who revel in the terror they spread around the civilisations in striking distance. The denizens of this base are used to being the predator waiting to rush the herd and cut out the choicest meat, but with the arrival of the Arkangel Fleet it is time for them to see and feel what it is like from the opposite side.

It begins with ships of the Cerastes and Dunrega Dynasties creeping quietly into the system, gently probing for information and mapping the layout of the asteroid field, finding the best places for the rest of the assault to form up and prevent any of the Xenos from escaping. Disaster almost strikes immediately as The Fist of Ichadon stumbles onto an entire fleet of raiders on their way out the system; a fleet the advanced scouts had warned was heading for Arkangel space. Lord Captain Slate immediately turns and in an attempt to act as if assaulting the fleet was the original intention draws them into a running battle all the way into Arkangel space.

Refusing to allow a single ship to dissuade them, the Drukhari gleefully attempt to swarm the Durega ship whose careful manoeuvring and judicious use of its overpowered macrocannons keep the battle running for weeks. Weeks the Van Den Totten Dynasty made good use of. Erupting from the Empyrean amongst the Drukhari fleet, a positioning made possible by the constant coordination and plotting sent by Lord Captain Slate’s astropaths. The mighty Imperial warship The Nightfall burst forth, the energy bleed from the translation alone destroying or crippling dozens of the raider vessels even before point blank weapon fire overwhelmed the shadow fields that normally wrap the Aeldari ships in a cloak of protection. As each field overloads and shuts down, Lord Captain Sev unleashes her shock troopers upon the Drukhari, and now these dark and cruel Xenos gain firsthand knowledge of what it feels like to be hunted and terrorised by black clad remorseless killers. Very few have time to recognise the irony before having their life taken from them. In the end only a handful of the raiders get the chance to flee, their assault on territory

As the Dunrega act as bait and draw the fleet away the Cerastes complete their investigations and hand over to Lord Captain Rexus who carefully primes the jaws of the trap. Setting up artillery and stormtrooper outposts across the edges of the asteroid field which make it difficult for Drukhari vessels to defend the base or flee when the attack goes in, all is in readiness.

Like the calm before the storm, a quiet tension fills Valhalla’s Regards as it awaits the arrival of their allies. If they are noticed before everyone else arrives they will gladly assault but plans are made for a reason, and this success is greater if the plan is followed. Conception of Hope, Zoya’s Triumph, and The Frank Exchange of Views soon arrive however and the time for the assault arrives.

Multiple fighter and bomber wings launched by The Frank Exchange of Views lead the attack, and guided by the emplaced stormtrooper outposts, precision strikes take out the anti capital ship defence weapons allowing the cruisers to approach in relative safety and bombard directly. Drukhari vessels use shadow field technology to hide their location and coupled with speed and manoeuvrability most weapons struggle to land a shot, a base however, has none of these protections. Their best defence is that none know where to attack in the first place and careful scouting and planning has taken this strength from the defenders.

Troops of the Kasputin dynasty that while they are no longer of the Astra Militarum in name, in spirit they still are, assault in a manner that would make the commissariat proud. Borovich landing teams may have less discipline but no less ferocity and there is still an echo of tactics any officer of the Imperial Guard would recognise in how they fire and manoeuvre across the field.

It happens suddenly, all at once the xeno ships which had been putting up a strong if forlorn defence attempt to flee. Only to discover that between Lupus Astra Nova fighter wings and the emplaced stormtroopers there is nowhere to go, it looks to all as though none will escape this punishing assault by the Rogue Trader ships. For whomever is in charge of the Drukari capture or destruction seems to not be an option and in order to make an opening a several corvette sized vessels attempt suicidal ramming attacks to clear a path for the largest of the Drukhari ships to flee.

The Suicidal ramming attacks take the Rogue Trader ships by surprise and Valhalla’s Regards chose to protect others before itself was struck a glancing blow. The damage, though minor, is lasting and forces the ship to give way just far enough for a Drukhari cruiser named Otbaunir Kotar to escape to safety.

With the departure of their leadership, organised resistance within the base soon falls apart and the ground forces quickly overwhelm the defenders. Before long the Drukhari base is in Imperial hands and loot can be claimed. The time spent by the stormtroopers before the attack wasn’t wasted as they are able to point out the locations of valuable resources to their Lord Captain ensuring a quick and efficient stripping of the base. The only potential problem occurs when in the process of clearing anything valuable the search parties find that the slave pens are nearly full. It seems the timing of the attack caught the facility between delivery cycles and thousands of humans who claim membership in the BMTF and The Font are found locked in cages. A decision on what to do with these refugees is now in front of the Captains Table.

'''Defend Arkangel against Orks''' ''Victoria, Alexander''

Space churns and twists in a spot not too far from Arkangel. Sensor warnings flare up on ships belonging to the Alexander and Victoria Dynasties. Something is coming and it's certainly not friendly. With a screech of realspace being wounded on a fundamental level the immaterium opens up. Coils and tendrils of madness and entropy made manifest reach out into the cold dark and find nothing.

With a cough made through destruction of baseline reality and physics a number of ships are vomited out of the warp and into the prime material. Each one has flaring, oversized orange and red thrusters and they accelerate to full speed almost immediately. Every ship seems like it was made as an insult to the Omnissiah, ramshackle and disorganised, bodged together from the carcasses and pieces of anything that the crew could get their grubby hands on. In fact one of the forerunner ships seems to have an Aeldari Solar Sail mounted onto the top, so maybe they are attempting to insult any God that looks in their general direction.

There is no formation or any form of strategic backing to the Ork ships as they careen forwards into what is hopefully a fight. At the very front is a massive ship, the prow hammered and melted to the point that it looks like a giant fist flying through space, the word "GROT HAMMA" is hastily painted on the flank of the vessel in a multitude of bright, garish colours. Smaller vessels soar ahead of it and screams and cries of excitement and joy blast out on all vox channels, adding a sonic assault to what should be a silent display.

Like a blade through the shadow of the void, The Glorious Endeavour cruises forwards, light sparkling across its hull like a fresh golden sunrise and setting its gunports into deep shadow, as though it were a great beast sleeping, eyes shut and claws retracted. A lone ship with no allies was simply too juicy a target. Especially when a message cut through the vox traffic to the Ork ship, insulting the Captain, everything he stood for, even his boss, almost perfectly crafted to entice him into blind, reckless rage.

With a roar of fury, Captain Squigbyta orders a full ahead and even slams his hand down onto a giant red button, sending the engines into overdrive and causing the fuselage of the Hamma to groan and squeal as though it were in pain. It was already growing closer to The Glorious Endeavour as the Imperial vessel's weapons started to cycle up and charge.

Then another message came through the vox to Squigbyta. A code signal, traded for and given as a deal with a freeboota. A signal to treat the ship as an ally. The ship that was such a juicy target, so perfectly set up to be crashed into, to give them a glorious fight and some prime loot! The realisation of the fact he had just become prey hit Captain Squigbyta like a torpedo, knocking him and his assault off course.

Or perhaps that was the actual torpedo striking the belowdecks of the Grot Hamma. Generators cycling to full power another ship came screaming out of the shadow, weapons charged and flashing death into the void. Torpedoes shredded metal and vented oxygen into space, decompression tossing green corpses out like gory confetti. The Pride of Victoria had snapped shut the jaws of the trap.

The Victoria Dynasty, masters of xenology that they were, had carefully crafted this plan to ensure maximum Ork aggression and to be certain that when the fighting began they were as confused and off-balance as they could be; maximum effect for minimum effort.

This was all the signal that was needed. The weapons of the Alexander Dynasty roared fury, casting out plasma, laser and torpedo. Caught between the might of two grand vessels of the Imperium, these ragtag ships were nothing more than salvage to be had and wreckage to be made.

The Grot Hamma burned and couldn't arrest its momentum, it listed to the side as its reactors were struck, plasma blasting out as an impromptu side thruster causing the ship to roll. The Glorious Endeavour slid past it smoothly, unleashing broadsides into the dying vessel, stripping its hull away like a hunter strips the hide from a kill.

A smaller ship, the Dakka Dansur bled gas as it was sliced open with lance fire from The Pride of Victoria, the cuts almost surgical in precision. It wasn't enough to just win this engagement, it had to be decisive, to show that facing the Pride of Arkangel was a fool's errand. The imperial ship didn't spare a second glance at the Dakka Dansur as it bled to death. It cut through expanding vapours and plasma runoff and sank its fangs into the next ship. The jagged darts of torpedoes laid waste to the ship easily and by the time it was done, The Glorious Endeavour had finished off the last of the Ork Raiders. Other than small amounts of return fire crashing against the shields like waves against a fortress, the imperial vessels were none the worse for wear.

With their kills fresh, just like the predators they were, they set about feasting, gathering salvage to trade away or use.

==E15==

'''When Angels Cry''' ''Dunrega (Complete Success)''

It was a pretty normal day in Arkangel, all things considered. Sure she'd had to carefully reposition some preachers that were getting in the way of moving bloody cargo and she'd stopped two of the dockworkers from putting up another tag of the bloody Slugger but in all honesty morale was pretty high. Elaine gave a soft sigh and ran her hand over her head before putting a stamp on a cargo manifest and putting it back into an envelope.

It was getting into the night cycle now, the lights beginning to ebb low and she was looking forwards to heading back to her hab and getting a solid five hours of sleep before her shift the next day. Just as she was clearing away the rest of her desk, there was a knock at the door to the tiny cramped office she was entitled to as the leader of the Union around these parts. She gave a grunt to come in and the door cracked open, the head of one of her boys poking in, a large stony faced Ogryn by the name of Garth.

"Alrigh' boss, got some gangs 'ere sayin' they's got a permit to sees ya." He gravelled and Elaine's eyebrows furrowed.

"They say who it was from?" She returned with a frown.

"No... Didn't 'hink ta ask, lemme che-"

As Garth turned back there was a grunt, the sound of metal hitting flesh and then a loud pop that filled the air with the scent of blood and ozone, fragments of bone spattering against her desk and the wall like pieces of shrapnel. Garth fell back, missing his head and two figures pushed through the door.

Decked out in black and yellow and hazard stripes, there was a thin, wiry looking man with a blazing yellow mohawk and a shorter, stocky woman whose dreadlocks were dyed various shades of red, pink and purple. The woman was cleaning off the powerfist over her left hand that was currently coated in sticky, burned blood. Elaine spent a moment in shock before standing up, pulling open a drawer on her desk.

Before she could even reach the laspistol there was a roar that was utterly deafening in the tiny room and her left leg was blown out from under her as a bolt shell took her in the knee. She screamed and dropped as the wiry man leaped over the desk and immediately stuck her with a shot of Coag, stopping her from bleeding out before he tied up her hands. She only managed to hear the woman speak into the vox for a moment before there was a meaty thud and unconsciousness took her over.

"Get the party started."

Across the docks of Arkangel, a small-scale gang war broke out.

The dock workers weren't weak people but they were massively unprepared to be attacked by the most vicious elements of an underhive gang that had been released with distinct instructions by a very ruthless man.

Windows were shattered and any of the workers that attempted to fight back found themselves on the receiving end of chainblades and bolters, combat blades and autoguns. Strangely the gangers weren't looting anything and they were leaving the servitors and various pieces of equipment completely intact, not even giving them a second glance, instead focusing entirely on hunting down and killing the dock workers wherever they could get their hands on them.

Although this was mostly a ruse to hide their true intentions. Focused, driven hit squads of well-armed, utterly cruel gangers were breaking into offices, snatching up any and all leaders of the Union and dragging them away to a warehouse deep within Arkangel, a location almost forgotten about except to people that needed a dark place to take some prisoners.

Even the ones off-duty weren't safe as their doors were kicked down and they were kidnapped while they slept, waking up to steel-shod boots and bags being pulled over their heads. Any resistance was met by broken bones and painful, if non-lethal wounds, from blades and small calibre rounds. There was a lesson that needed to be taught and it needed all the ring-leaders alive for it.

They were all awoken to a cold splash of stinking water inside the warehouse, tied up and left on the floor. The gangers surrounding them didn't have a single ounce of mirth on their faces, simply staring at them with cold indifference; like they weren't even people, just targets, just part of the job.

When the Council came to survey the results, they were met by a smiling woman with multi-coloured dreads who escorted them to a meeting with the surviving dock workers. Before leaving she offered the Council of Angels a parting gift; a series of custom-servitors, only implanted with the barest minimum of commands and intelligence, all of them designed only for cleaning and to ensure things stayed spic-and-span. This gift was given in full view of the remnants of the Union, making it clear that they were under new management.

The uneasy looks among the various workers as they recognised the faces of the servitors did a lot to keep everything quiet and moving quickly. If people got in the way, they got removed, everyone at the meeting would be reminded of that at every opportunity whenever they looked at the servitors.

The simple, casual brutality sent a quieter message; even the Council wouldn't be safe if they decided to cross the wrong person.

'''Convert Svartalf vs Khir''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Finding people who disliked Maugur Khir was not difficult. In the years he’d exerted his malign influence over Svartal station he’d systematically bullied, harassed, scared, hurt and terrorised just about every single faction on board. The trouble was no one trusts anyone on Svartalf so it was functionally impossible to put together a coalition to go against him as Lord Captain Maxilillian had discovered. He'd been basking his head against a brick wall for about 2 weeks solid. No matter how many councillors and their attendants she schmoozed, how much military analytical data showing that Khirs Cabal were absolutely over committed, no matter how many “Gifts” and offers of hospitality he gives, most of the movers and shakers of Svartalf just do not want to play that game. It made sense he reasoned…what with the heads on spikes and the flaying.

Maximilian sat in one of the myriad Bars off the main concourse of Svartalf Station. This was the single busiest street in the labyrinth of steel that made up the station proper. “Fuck it” he said to no one in particular and downed his drink. Looking at the freshly scarred wounds on his hands. He walked out on the concourse, grabbed a waste barrel, flipped it over and climbed on top. He straightened up, pulled his shoulders back and in a voice that barely sounded like his own he announced,
“Hark! Listen and understand! You good people, you humans, lost children of Terra! Heirs of the Star Father and God-Emperor! I see your suffering! The God Emperor sees your suffering! Too long have we lived in fear! Too long have these foul Drukhari terrorised us! These ancient creatures see us as lesser, treat us as their food, their playthings! They smirk as they say that their Empire spanned the Galaxy when we humans were discovering fire. Well to this I say, we have yet to reach our peak and your empire is naught but a bitter memory! A story to be told! Your blood spent, you are the last of your line! Humans, Children of Terra look not at your feet but look aloft to the stars, our destiny, your birthright! Understand that The God-Emperor is the fire in your heart and the steel in your hand! The God-Emperor gave his life and the life of his Sons that we might inherit the Stars, not these godless monsters! If you wish to see the Tyranny of Khir Come to an end, if you wish to see his Kabal trampled into the Dust then I am your ally; The God-Emperor is your ally!” A sizable crowd had gathered, dumbstruck at Max’s words, on the busiest concourse of a station home to untold millions, somehow you could've heard a pin drop. Max could scarcely believe what he’d done, he just…let go and it happened. He realised his wounds had started bleeding again. He realised the crowd's attention had slowly shifted to huge screens over the concourse that projected news of various new events on the station in the sector. In huge letters a message scrolled “Arkangel Fleet victorious over Drukhari Raiders. The Arbour of Righteousness has been liberated.” A fire burned inside Max as he turned to the crowd and bellowed “Ave Imperator!”

It took several hours to quell the riot that Max started on Svartalf. When it was done, Khir was still an Iron councillor. He still had allies, he was still feared. But his aura of invincibility was gone. The great and the good of Svartalf saw how little stood between them and the mob, how quickly they could turn. This filled all of them with a deep dread. The people of Svartalf saw something different. They saw a man ready to stand up and fight a terrible foe. They saw someone willing to give his life to help them. When he spoke they saw a man ascendant.

They saw Man Ascendant.

'''Convert BMTF to leave Arbour alone''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Gunboat diplomacy was a very ugly phrase though Lord Captain Blair as he sipped tea, impassively sizing up the BMTF “Captain”. He hasn't introduced himself as a Captain, he had said he was the “Vessel Executive Director” or some such foolishness. But he was the Captain of the vessel that the “Pride of Victoria” was currently playing chicken with. Gunboat diplomacy was the phrase this “Captain” had used. Which was poppycock of course. For a start the Pride of Victoria was a ship, not a boat. Also at this range the guns were not this fellow's problem unlike the torpedo batteries. Those same batteries that he knew Europa would be cycling excess atmo through to ensure they all appeared on scanners. Or perhaps he meant the Fighter Bomber formations that Artemisia had been buzzing them with for the last 45 minutes? Once again, those were void attack craft, not boats. And they were sent as part of this diplomatic mission, a show of respect. Pageantry to show this “Captain” how important the Victoria Dynasty thing he is. Adelaide spoke in even tones,
“You must accept our sincerest apologies Director, according to our Astral charts and the transponder idents from the closest star cluster, we are in Arbour space?”
There was a deeply uncomfortable pause. Lord Captain Blair summoned every ounce of self control and discipline to not smirk as Adelaide went in for the kill,
“Unless you, Vessel Executive Director, are claiming this…as BMTF space?”
There was rumble through the Pride of Victoria, and proximity alarms sounded, as right on cue, Lord Captain Maxillian Alexander's vessel “The Glorious Endeavour” translated from the warp, its golden hull twinking against the crackling energies emitting from the Warp.

He sipped his tea slowly, he let there be a beat of silence in the air before he spoke.

“I think it's very unfair to suggest this is Gunboat Diplomacy. For a start these are ships…” said Lord Captain Blair in his most reasonable tone.

==E16==

'''Convert Svartalf vs Khir''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Mhaugir Khir knelt in his private sanctum, a spartan chamber of polished obsidian. He was using every ounce of his inhuman willpower to maintain his focus, his control, his breathing. He had lived a hundred mortal lifetimes and he was being outplayed by a rabble of Mon’Keigh, of primates. His lungs slowly filled and he envisioned his hatred as a black ichor slithering through his veins. “I will master my Rage as I master myself” he intoned, the sharp cadence of the ancient Drukhai incantation echoed on the smooth glistening walls. In a single fluid motion he stood and drew his klaive and took stance III of the “Flower of Flesh and Blood” martial form.
Slowly his body moved through each strike of the form, perfected through innumerable hours of practice and thousands of lives taken. His breathing was measured and controlled, his heartbeat perfectly in time with his movements. His body had muscle memory older than the lifetimes of men. For all his rote precision his mind rushed and roared like a storm wracked sea. His web of spies had reported a great deal of disquieting information. His once iron grip on this station and this sector were slipping. While his raids on The Arbour had been extremely successful they had come at great cost, he could not quickly recoup the losses to his Kabal. As the form continued the speed of his movements increased. His klaive whirled in the empty chamber, each stroke delivered with enough force to bisect any human who stood before it. His mind was as polished as his blade, his near eidetic memory remembering every name and every face of Arkangel’s Captains table and their crews. In extreme,surgical detail he envisioned the horrors he would inflict upon these dung hurling chimps. The one who attempted to converse with him using a clumsy approximation of Drukhari Etiquette would have the tongue torn from his mouth. He would kill another's lover before their very eyes, eat their heart and drink their tears like spring water. He would sign his name on charter using their blood. One in particular would be spared to the very end; however, one had earned his special attention.

He was a blur of sinew, wraithbone and seething, frothing, utter hatred. His muscles, tendons, nerves, and weapon were now as one. Every movement was a finely honed expression of sadistic intent. With every lethal step he thought of one Mon’Keigh. The colour of his eyes, the sound of his voice, his grunting primate voice, his foetid animal stink.

As his rage reached its crescendo, he turned about and swung his Klaive and felt the unmistakable sensation of his blade slicing through flesh. He closed his eyes and stood still as he was drenched in gore. He trembled slightly and listened to a symphony of carnage, warm blood ran down his body and spattered on the floor, the slithering sounds of entrails escaping the body. He opened his eyes to see a frantic terrified gaze, he savoured the helplessness of that begging stare. More than anything Maugur Khir hated the sounds Mon’Keigh make with their mouths. Their voices were somewhere between belching and retching, even their screams had a certain vulgarity that he could not abide. All of his personal stock would have their vocal cords removed prior to use so he could savour their torment in exquisite silence.

He turned from his victim, as they sobbed mutely and summoned one of his attendants with a gesture. A pale bald headed Drukhari entered and bowed silently. “We must conserve our strength” he seethed. “Cut our losses on Svartalf for now and be prepared to withdraw if the time comes. Gaius should keep them busy for now at least.” The attendant stood and moved to leave as quietly as he entered but was stopped dead in his tracks by Khir making direct eye contact. His eyes, black as the void, staring stabbing into him. “Bring me everything you can find on Lord Captain Maximillian Alexander” he smirked mirthlessly. “This creature shall be taught a lesson, I shall teach it the Philosophy of a Blade.”

Category:Down Time Fiction

2024-06-24T20:05:46Z

Anatos: /* E14 */

==E14==
'''Attack Drukari Base''' ''Cerastes,Dunrega, Von den Totten, Rexus, Lupus, Kasputin, Borovich (Success)''

In a dark corner of space, surrounded by the shattered remnants of an unformed world a Drukhari base sits in shadow. Spread across multiple asteroids the base provides refuge and rest to a fleet of vicious raiders who revel in the terror they spread around the civilisations in striking distance. The denizens of this base are used to being the predator waiting to rush the herd and cut out the choicest meat, but with the arrival of the Arkangel Fleet it is time for them to see and feel what it is like from the opposite side.

It begins with ships of the Cerastes and Dunrega Dynasties creeping quietly into the system, gently probing for information and mapping the layout of the asteroid field, finding the best places for the rest of the assault to form up and prevent any of the Xenos from escaping. Disaster almost strikes immediately as The Fist of Ichadon stumbles onto an entire fleet of raiders on their way out the system; a fleet the advanced scouts had warned was heading for Arkangel space. Lord Captain Slate immediately turns and in an attempt to act as if assaulting the fleet was the original intention draws them into a running battle all the way into Arkangel space.

Refusing to allow a single ship to dissuade them, the Drukhari gleefully attempt to swarm the Durega ship whose careful manoeuvring and judicious use of its overpowered macrocannons keep the battle running for weeks. Weeks the Van Den Totten Dynasty made good use of. Erupting from the Empyrean amongst the Drukhari fleet, a positioning made possible by the constant coordination and plotting sent by Lord Captain Slate’s astropaths. The mighty Imperial warship The Nightfall burst forth, the energy bleed from the translation alone destroying or crippling dozens of the raider vessels even before point blank weapon fire overwhelmed the shadow fields that normally wrap the Aeldari ships in a cloak of protection. As each field overloads and shuts down, Lord Captain Sev unleashes her shock troopers upon the Drukhari, and now these dark and cruel Xenos gain firsthand knowledge of what it feels like to be hunted and terrorised by black clad remorseless killers. Very few have time to recognise the irony before having their life taken from them. In the end only a handful of the raiders get the chance to flee, their assault on territory

As the Dunrega act as bait and draw the fleet away the Cerastes complete their investigations and hand over to Lord Captain Rexus who carefully primes the jaws of the trap. Setting up artillery and stormtrooper outposts across the edges of the asteroid field which make it difficult for Drukhari vessels to defend the base or flee when the attack goes in, all is in readiness.

Like the calm before the storm, a quiet tension fills Valhalla’s Regards as it awaits the arrival of their allies. If they are noticed before everyone else arrives they will gladly assault but plans are made for a reason, and this success is greater if the plan is followed. Conception of Hope, Zoya’s Triumph, and The Frank Exchange of Views soon arrive however and the time for the assault arrives.

Multiple fighter and bomber wings launched by The Frank Exchange of Views lead the attack, and guided by the emplaced stormtrooper outposts, precision strikes take out the anti capital ship defence weapons allowing the cruisers to approach in relative safety and bombard directly. Drukhari vessels use shadow field technology to hide their location and coupled with speed and manoeuvrability most weapons struggle to land a shot, a base however, has none of these protections. Their best defence is that none know where to attack in the first place and careful scouting and planning has taken this strength from the defenders.

Troops of the Kasputin dynasty that while they are no longer of the Astra Militarum in name, in spirit they still are, assault in a manner that would make the commissariat proud. Borovich landing teams may have less discipline but no less ferocity and there is still an echo of tactics any officer of the Imperial Guard would recognise in how they fire and manoeuvre across the field.

It happens suddenly, all at once the xeno ships which had been putting up a strong if forlorn defence attempt to flee. Only to discover that between Lupus Astra Nova fighter wings and the emplaced stormtroopers there is nowhere to go, it looks to all as though none will escape this punishing assault by the Rogue Trader ships. For whomever is in charge of the Drukari capture or destruction seems to not be an option and in order to make an opening a several corvette sized vessels attempt suicidal ramming attacks to clear a path for the largest of the Drukhari ships to flee.

The Suicidal ramming attacks take the Rogue Trader ships by surprise and Valhalla’s Regards chose to protect others before itself was struck a glancing blow. The damage, though minor, is lasting and forces the ship to give way just far enough for a Drukhari cruiser named Otbaunir Kotar to escape to safety.

With the departure of their leadership, organised resistance within the base soon falls apart and the ground forces quickly overwhelm the defenders. Before long the Drukhari base is in Imperial hands and loot can be claimed. The time spent by the stormtroopers before the attack wasn’t wasted as they are able to point out the locations of valuable resources to their Lord Captain ensuring a quick and efficient stripping of the base. The only potential problem occurs when in the process of clearing anything valuable the search parties find that the slave pens are nearly full. It seems the timing of the attack caught the facility between delivery cycles and thousands of humans who claim membership in the BMTF and The Font are found locked in cages. A decision on what to do with these refugees is now in front of the Captains Table.

'''Defend Arkangel against Orks''' ''Victoria, Alexander''

Space churns and twists in a spot not too far from Arkangel. Sensor warnings flare up on ships belonging to the Alexander and Victoria Dynasties. Something is coming and it's certainly not friendly. With a screech of realspace being wounded on a fundamental level the immaterium opens up. Coils and tendrils of madness and entropy made manifest reach out into the cold dark and find nothing.

With a cough made through destruction of baseline reality and physics a number of ships are vomited out of the warp and into the prime material. Each one has flaring, oversized orange and red thrusters and they accelerate to full speed almost immediately. Every ship seems like it was made as an insult to the Omnissiah, ramshackle and disorganised, bodged together from the carcasses and pieces of anything that the crew could get their grubby hands on. In fact one of the forerunner ships seems to have an Aeldari Solar Sail mounted onto the top, so maybe they are attempting to insult any God that looks in their general direction.

There is no formation or any form of strategic backing to the Ork ships as they careen forwards into what is hopefully a fight. At the very front is a massive ship, the prow hammered and melted to the point that it looks like a giant fist flying through space, the word "GROT HAMMA" is hastily painted on the flank of the vessel in a multitude of bright, garish colours. Smaller vessels soar ahead of it and screams and cries of excitement and joy blast out on all vox channels, adding a sonic assault to what should be a silent display.

Like a blade through the shadow of the void, The Glorious Endeavour cruises forwards, light sparkling across its hull like a fresh golden sunrise and setting its gunports into deep shadow, as though it were a great beast sleeping, eyes shut and claws retracted. A lone ship with no allies was simply too juicy a target. Especially when a message cut through the vox traffic to the Ork ship, insulting the Captain, everything he stood for, even his boss, almost perfectly crafted to entice him into blind, reckless rage.

With a roar of fury, Captain Squigbyta orders a full ahead and even slams his hand down onto a giant red button, sending the engines into overdrive and causing the fuselage of the Hamma to groan and squeal as though it were in pain. It was already growing closer to The Glorious Endeavour as the Imperial vessel's weapons started to cycle up and charge.

Then another message came through the vox to Squigbyta. A code signal, traded for and given as a deal with a freeboota. A signal to treat the ship as an ally. The ship that was such a juicy target, so perfectly set up to be crashed into, to give them a glorious fight and some prime loot! The realisation of the fact he had just become prey hit Captain Squigbyta like a torpedo, knocking him and his assault off course.

Or perhaps that was the actual torpedo striking the belowdecks of the Grot Hamma. Generators cycling to full power another ship came screaming out of the shadow, weapons charged and flashing death into the void. Torpedoes shredded metal and vented oxygen into space, decompression tossing green corpses out like gory confetti. The Pride of Victoria had snapped shut the jaws of the trap.

The Victoria Dynasty, masters of xenology that they were, had carefully crafted this plan to ensure maximum Ork aggression and to be certain that when the fighting began they were as confused and off-balance as they could be; maximum effect for minimum effort.

This was all the signal that was needed. The weapons of the Alexander Dynasty roared fury, casting out plasma, laser and torpedo. Caught between the might of two grand vessels of the Imperium, these ragtag ships were nothing more than salvage to be had and wreckage to be made.

The Grot Hamma burned and couldn't arrest its momentum, it listed to the side as its reactors were struck, plasma blasting out as an impromptu side thruster causing the ship to roll. The Glorious Endeavour slid past it smoothly, unleashing broadsides into the dying vessel, stripping its hull away like a hunter strips the hide from a kill.

A smaller ship, the Dakka Dansur bled gas as it was sliced open with lance fire from The Pride of Victoria, the cuts almost surgical in precision. It wasn't enough to just win this engagement, it had to be decisive, to show that facing the Pride of Arkangel was a fool's errand. The imperial ship didn't spare a second glance at the Dakka Dansur as it bled to death. It cut through expanding vapours and plasma runoff and sank its fangs into the next ship. The jagged darts of torpedoes laid waste to the ship easily and by the time it was done, The Glorious Endeavour had finished off the last of the Ork Raiders. Other than small amounts of return fire crashing against the shields like waves against a fortress, the imperial vessels were none the worse for wear.

With their kills fresh, just like the predators they were, they set about feasting, gathering salvage to trade away or use.

==E15==

'''When Angels Cry''' ''Dunrega (Complete Success)''

It was a pretty normal day in Arkangel, all things considered. Sure she'd had to carefully reposition some preachers that were getting in the way of moving bloody cargo and she'd stopped two of the dockworkers from putting up another tag of the bloody Slugger but in all honesty morale was pretty high. Elaine gave a soft sigh and ran her hand over her head before putting a stamp on a cargo manifest and putting it back into an envelope.

It was getting into the night cycle now, the lights beginning to ebb low and she was looking forwards to heading back to her hab and getting a solid five hours of sleep before her shift the next day. Just as she was clearing away the rest of her desk, there was a knock at the door to the tiny cramped office she was entitled to as the leader of the Union around these parts. She gave a grunt to come in and the door cracked open, the head of one of her boys poking in, a large stony faced Ogryn by the name of Garth.

"Alrigh' boss, got some gangs 'ere sayin' they's got a permit to sees ya." He gravelled and Elaine's eyebrows furrowed.

"They say who it was from?" She returned with a frown.

"No... Didn't 'hink ta ask, lemme che-"

As Garth turned back there was a grunt, the sound of metal hitting flesh and then a loud pop that filled the air with the scent of blood and ozone, fragments of bone spattering against her desk and the wall like pieces of shrapnel. Garth fell back, missing his head and two figures pushed through the door.

Decked out in black and yellow and hazard stripes, there was a thin, wiry looking man with a blazing yellow mohawk and a shorter, stocky woman whose dreadlocks were dyed various shades of red, pink and purple. The woman was cleaning off the powerfist over her left hand that was currently coated in sticky, burned blood. Elaine spent a moment in shock before standing up, pulling open a drawer on her desk.

Before she could even reach the laspistol there was a roar that was utterly deafening in the tiny room and her left leg was blown out from under her as a bolt shell took her in the knee. She screamed and dropped as the wiry man leaped over the desk and immediately stuck her with a shot of Coag, stopping her from bleeding out before he tied up her hands. She only managed to hear the woman speak into the vox for a moment before there was a meaty thud and unconsciousness took her over.

"Get the party started."

Across the docks of Arkangel, a small-scale gang war broke out.

The dock workers weren't weak people but they were massively unprepared to be attacked by the most vicious elements of an underhive gang that had been released with distinct instructions by a very ruthless man.

Windows were shattered and any of the workers that attempted to fight back found themselves on the receiving end of chainblades and bolters, combat blades and autoguns. Strangely the gangers weren't looting anything and they were leaving the servitors and various pieces of equipment completely intact, not even giving them a second glance, instead focusing entirely on hunting down and killing the dock workers wherever they could get their hands on them.

Although this was mostly a ruse to hide their true intentions. Focused, driven hit squads of well-armed, utterly cruel gangers were breaking into offices, snatching up any and all leaders of the Union and dragging them away to a warehouse deep within Arkangel, a location almost forgotten about except to people that needed a dark place to take some prisoners.

Even the ones off-duty weren't safe as their doors were kicked down and they were kidnapped while they slept, waking up to steel-shod boots and bags being pulled over their heads. Any resistance was met by broken bones and painful, if non-lethal wounds, from blades and small calibre rounds. There was a lesson that needed to be taught and it needed all the ring-leaders alive for it.

They were all awoken to a cold splash of stinking water inside the warehouse, tied up and left on the floor. The gangers surrounding them didn't have a single ounce of mirth on their faces, simply staring at them with cold indifference; like they weren't even people, just targets, just part of the job.

When the Council came to survey the results, they were met by a smiling woman with multi-coloured dreads who escorted them to a meeting with the surviving dock workers. Before leaving she offered the Council of Angels a parting gift; a series of custom-servitors, only implanted with the barest minimum of commands and intelligence, all of them designed only for cleaning and to ensure things stayed spic-and-span. This gift was given in full view of the remnants of the Union, making it clear that they were under new management.

The uneasy looks among the various workers as they recognised the faces of the servitors did a lot to keep everything quiet and moving quickly. If people got in the way, they got removed, everyone at the meeting would be reminded of that at every opportunity whenever they looked at the servitors.

The simple, casual brutality sent a quieter message; even the Council wouldn't be safe if they decided to cross the wrong person.

'''Convert Svartalf vs Khir''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Finding people who disliked Maugur Khir was not difficult. In the years he’d exerted his malign influence over Svartal station he’d systematically bullied, harassed, scared, hurt and terrorised just about every single faction on board. The trouble was no one trusts anyone on Svartalf so it was functionally impossible to put together a coalition to go against him as Lord Captain Maxilillian had discovered. He'd been basking his head against a brick wall for about 2 weeks solid. No matter how many councillors and their attendants she schmoozed, how much military analytical data showing that Khirs Cabal were absolutely over committed, no matter how many “Gifts” and offers of hospitality he gives, most of the movers and shakers of Svartalf just do not want to play that game. It made sense he reasoned…what with the heads on spikes and the flaying.

Maximilian sat in one of the myriad Bars off the main concourse of Svartalf Station. This was the single busiest street in the labyrinth of steel that made up the station proper. “Fuck it” he said to no one in particular and downed his drink. Looking at the freshly scarred wounds on his hands. He walked out on the concourse, grabbed a waste barrel, flipped it over and climbed on top. He straightened up, pulled his shoulders back and in a voice that barely sounded like his own he announced,
“Hark! Listen and understand! You good people, you humans, lost children of Terra! Heirs of the Star Father and God-Emperor! I see your suffering! The God Emperor sees your suffering! Too long have we lived in fear! Too long have these foul Drukhari terrorised us! These ancient creatures see us as lesser, treat us as their food, their playthings! They smirk as they say that their Empire spanned the Galaxy when we humans were discovering fire. Well to this I say, we have yet to reach our peak and your empire is naught but a bitter memory! A story to be told! Your blood spent, you are the last of your line! Humans, Children of Terra look not at your feet but look aloft to the stars, our destiny, your birthright! Understand that The God-Emperor is the fire in your heart and the steel in your hand! The God-Emperor gave his life and the life of his Sons that we might inherit the Stars, not these godless monsters! If you wish to see the Tyranny of Khir Come to an end, if you wish to see his Kabal trampled into the Dust then I am your ally; The God-Emperor is your ally!” A sizable crowd had gathered, dumbstruck at Max’s words, on the busiest concourse of a station home to untold millions, somehow you could've heard a pin drop. Max could scarcely believe what he’d done, he just…let go and it happened. He realised his wounds had started bleeding again. He realised the crowd's attention had slowly shifted to huge screens over the concourse that projected news of various new events on the station in the sector. In huge letters a message scrolled “Arkangel Fleet victorious over Drukhari Raiders. The Arbour of Righteousness has been liberated.” A fire burned inside Max as he turned to the crowd and bellowed “Ave Imperator!”

It took several hours to quell the riot that Max started on Svartalf. When it was done, Khir was still an Iron councillor. He still had allies, he was still feared. But his aura of invincibility was gone. The great and the good of Svartalf saw how little stood between them and the mob, how quickly they could turn. This filled all of them with a deep dread. The people of Svartalf saw something different. They saw a man ready to stand up and fight a terrible foe. They saw someone willing to give his life to help them. When he spoke they saw a man ascendant.

They saw Man Ascendant.

'''Convert BMTF to leave Arbour alone''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Gunboat diplomacy was a very ugly phrase though Lord Captain Blair as he sipped tea, impassively sizing up the BMTF “Captain”. He hasn't introduced himself as a Captain, he had said he was the “Vessel Executive Director” or some such foolishness. But he was the Captain of the vessel that the “Pride of Victoria” was currently playing chicken with. Gunboat diplomacy was the phrase this “Captain” had used. Which was poppycock of course. For a start the Pride of Victoria was a ship, not a boat. Also at this range the guns were not this fellow's problem unlike the torpedo batteries. Those same batteries that he knew Europa would be cycling excess atmo through to ensure they all appeared on scanners. Or perhaps he meant the Fighter Bomber formations that Artemisia had been buzzing them with for the last 45 minutes? Once again, those were void attack craft, not boats. And they were sent as part of this diplomatic mission, a show of respect. Pageantry to show this “Captain” how important the Victoria Dynasty thing he is. Adelaide spoke in even tones,
“You must accept our sincerest apologies Director, according to our Astral charts and the transponder idents from the closest star cluster, we are in Arbour space?”
There was a deeply uncomfortable pause. Lord Captain Blair summoned every ounce of self control and discipline to not smirk as Adelaide went in for the kill,
“Unless you, Vessel Executive Director, are claiming this…as BMTF space?”
There was rumble through the Pride of Victoria, and proximity alarms sounded, as right on cue, Lord Captain Maxillian Alexander's vessel “The Glorious Endeavour” translated from the warp, its golden hull twinking against the crackling energies emitting from the Warp.

He sipped his tea slowly, he let there be a beat of silence in the air before he spoke.

“I think it's very unfair to suggest this is Gunboat Diplomacy. For a start these are ships…” said Lord Captain Blair in his most reasonable tone.

==E16==

'''Convert Svartalf vs Khir''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Mhaugir Khir knelt in his private sanctum, a spartan chamber of polished obsidian. He was using every ounce of his inhuman willpower to maintain his focus, his control, his breathing. He had lived a hundred mortal lifetimes and he was being outplayed by a rabble of Mon’Keigh, of primates. His lungs slowly filled and he envisioned his hatred as a black ichor slithering through his veins. “I will master my Rage as I master myself” he intoned, the sharp cadence of the ancient Drukhai incantation echoed on the smooth glistening walls. In a single fluid motion he stood and drew his klaive and took stance III of the “Flower of Flesh and Blood” martial form.
Slowly his body moved through each strike of the form, perfected through innumerable hours of practice and thousands of lives taken. His breathing was measured and controlled, his heartbeat perfectly in time with his movements. His body had muscle memory older than the lifetimes of men. For all his rote precision his mind rushed and roared like a storm wracked sea. His web of spies had reported a great deal of disquieting information. His once iron grip on this station and this sector were slipping. While his raids on The Arbour had been extremely successful they had come at great cost, he could not quickly recoup the losses to his Kabal. As the form continued the speed of his movements increased. His klaive whirled in the empty chamber, each stroke delivered with enough force to bisect any human who stood before it. His mind was as polished as his blade, his near eidetic memory remembering every name and every face of Arkangel’s Captains table and their crews. In extreme,surgical detail he envisioned the horrors he would inflict upon these dung hurling chimps. The one who attempted to converse with him using a clumsy approximation of Drukhari Etiquette would have the tongue torn from his mouth. He would kill another's lover before their very eyes, eat their heart and drink their tears like spring water. He would sign his name on charter using their blood. One in particular would be spared to the very end; however, one had earned his special attention.

He was a blur of sinew, wraithbone and seething, frothing, utter hatred. His muscles, tendons, nerves, and weapon were now as one. Every movement was a finely honed expression of sadistic intent. With every lethal step he thought of one Mon’Keigh. The colour of his eyes, the sound of his voice, his grunting primate voice, his foetid animal stink.

As his rage reached its crescendo, he turned about and swung his Klaive and felt the unmistakable sensation of his blade slicing through flesh. He closed his eyes and stood still as he was drenched in gore. He trembled slightly and listened to a symphony of carnage, warm blood ran down his body and spattered on the floor, the slithering sounds of entrails escaping the body. He opened his eyes to see a frantic terrified gaze, he savoured the helplessness of that begging stare. More than anything Maugur Khir hated the sounds Mon’Keigh make with their mouths. Their voices were somewhere between belching and retching, even their screams had a certain vulgarity that he could not abide. All of his personal stock would have their vocal cords removed prior to use so he could savour their torment in exquisite silence.

He turned from his victim, as they sobbed mutely and summoned one of his attendants with a gesture. A pale bald headed Drukhari entered and bowed silently. “We must conserve our strength” he seethed. “Cut our losses on Svartalf for now and be prepared to withdraw if the time comes. Gaius should keep them busy for now at least.” The attendant stood and moved to leave as quietly as he entered but was stopped dead in his tracks by Khir making direct eye contact. His eyes, black as the void, staring stabbing into him. “Bring me everything you can find on Lord Captain Maximillian Alexander” he smirked mirthlessly. “This creature shall be taught a lesson, I shall teach it the Philosophy of a Blade.”

Category:Down Time Fiction

2024-06-24T20:05:30Z

Anatos: /* E15 */

==E14==
'''Attack Drukari Base''' ''Cerastes,Dunrega, Von den Totten, Rexus, Lupus, Kasputin, Borovich''

In a dark corner of space, surrounded by the shattered remnants of an unformed world a Drukhari base sits in shadow. Spread across multiple asteroids the base provides refuge and rest to a fleet of vicious raiders who revel in the terror they spread around the civilisations in striking distance. The denizens of this base are used to being the predator waiting to rush the herd and cut out the choicest meat, but with the arrival of the Arkangel Fleet it is time for them to see and feel what it is like from the opposite side.

It begins with ships of the Cerastes and Dunrega Dynasties creeping quietly into the system, gently probing for information and mapping the layout of the asteroid field, finding the best places for the rest of the assault to form up and prevent any of the Xenos from escaping. Disaster almost strikes immediately as The Fist of Ichadon stumbles onto an entire fleet of raiders on their way out the system; a fleet the advanced scouts had warned was heading for Arkangel space. Lord Captain Slate immediately turns and in an attempt to act as if assaulting the fleet was the original intention draws them into a running battle all the way into Arkangel space.

Refusing to allow a single ship to dissuade them, the Drukhari gleefully attempt to swarm the Durega ship whose careful manoeuvring and judicious use of its overpowered macrocannons keep the battle running for weeks. Weeks the Van Den Totten Dynasty made good use of. Erupting from the Empyrean amongst the Drukhari fleet, a positioning made possible by the constant coordination and plotting sent by Lord Captain Slate’s astropaths. The mighty Imperial warship The Nightfall burst forth, the energy bleed from the translation alone destroying or crippling dozens of the raider vessels even before point blank weapon fire overwhelmed the shadow fields that normally wrap the Aeldari ships in a cloak of protection. As each field overloads and shuts down, Lord Captain Sev unleashes her shock troopers upon the Drukhari, and now these dark and cruel Xenos gain firsthand knowledge of what it feels like to be hunted and terrorised by black clad remorseless killers. Very few have time to recognise the irony before having their life taken from them. In the end only a handful of the raiders get the chance to flee, their assault on territory

As the Dunrega act as bait and draw the fleet away the Cerastes complete their investigations and hand over to Lord Captain Rexus who carefully primes the jaws of the trap. Setting up artillery and stormtrooper outposts across the edges of the asteroid field which make it difficult for Drukhari vessels to defend the base or flee when the attack goes in, all is in readiness.

Like the calm before the storm, a quiet tension fills Valhalla’s Regards as it awaits the arrival of their allies. If they are noticed before everyone else arrives they will gladly assault but plans are made for a reason, and this success is greater if the plan is followed. Conception of Hope, Zoya’s Triumph, and The Frank Exchange of Views soon arrive however and the time for the assault arrives.

Multiple fighter and bomber wings launched by The Frank Exchange of Views lead the attack, and guided by the emplaced stormtrooper outposts, precision strikes take out the anti capital ship defence weapons allowing the cruisers to approach in relative safety and bombard directly. Drukhari vessels use shadow field technology to hide their location and coupled with speed and manoeuvrability most weapons struggle to land a shot, a base however, has none of these protections. Their best defence is that none know where to attack in the first place and careful scouting and planning has taken this strength from the defenders.

Troops of the Kasputin dynasty that while they are no longer of the Astra Militarum in name, in spirit they still are, assault in a manner that would make the commissariat proud. Borovich landing teams may have less discipline but no less ferocity and there is still an echo of tactics any officer of the Imperial Guard would recognise in how they fire and manoeuvre across the field.

It happens suddenly, all at once the xeno ships which had been putting up a strong if forlorn defence attempt to flee. Only to discover that between Lupus Astra Nova fighter wings and the emplaced stormtroopers there is nowhere to go, it looks to all as though none will escape this punishing assault by the Rogue Trader ships. For whomever is in charge of the Drukari capture or destruction seems to not be an option and in order to make an opening a several corvette sized vessels attempt suicidal ramming attacks to clear a path for the largest of the Drukhari ships to flee.

The Suicidal ramming attacks take the Rogue Trader ships by surprise and Valhalla’s Regards chose to protect others before itself was struck a glancing blow. The damage, though minor, is lasting and forces the ship to give way just far enough for a Drukhari cruiser named Otbaunir Kotar to escape to safety.

With the departure of their leadership, organised resistance within the base soon falls apart and the ground forces quickly overwhelm the defenders. Before long the Drukhari base is in Imperial hands and loot can be claimed. The time spent by the stormtroopers before the attack wasn’t wasted as they are able to point out the locations of valuable resources to their Lord Captain ensuring a quick and efficient stripping of the base. The only potential problem occurs when in the process of clearing anything valuable the search parties find that the slave pens are nearly full. It seems the timing of the attack caught the facility between delivery cycles and thousands of humans who claim membership in the BMTF and The Font are found locked in cages. A decision on what to do with these refugees is now in front of the Captains Table.

'''Defend Arkangel against Orks''' ''Victoria, Alexander''

Space churns and twists in a spot not too far from Arkangel. Sensor warnings flare up on ships belonging to the Alexander and Victoria Dynasties. Something is coming and it's certainly not friendly. With a screech of realspace being wounded on a fundamental level the immaterium opens up. Coils and tendrils of madness and entropy made manifest reach out into the cold dark and find nothing.

With a cough made through destruction of baseline reality and physics a number of ships are vomited out of the warp and into the prime material. Each one has flaring, oversized orange and red thrusters and they accelerate to full speed almost immediately. Every ship seems like it was made as an insult to the Omnissiah, ramshackle and disorganised, bodged together from the carcasses and pieces of anything that the crew could get their grubby hands on. In fact one of the forerunner ships seems to have an Aeldari Solar Sail mounted onto the top, so maybe they are attempting to insult any God that looks in their general direction.

There is no formation or any form of strategic backing to the Ork ships as they careen forwards into what is hopefully a fight. At the very front is a massive ship, the prow hammered and melted to the point that it looks like a giant fist flying through space, the word "GROT HAMMA" is hastily painted on the flank of the vessel in a multitude of bright, garish colours. Smaller vessels soar ahead of it and screams and cries of excitement and joy blast out on all vox channels, adding a sonic assault to what should be a silent display.

Like a blade through the shadow of the void, The Glorious Endeavour cruises forwards, light sparkling across its hull like a fresh golden sunrise and setting its gunports into deep shadow, as though it were a great beast sleeping, eyes shut and claws retracted. A lone ship with no allies was simply too juicy a target. Especially when a message cut through the vox traffic to the Ork ship, insulting the Captain, everything he stood for, even his boss, almost perfectly crafted to entice him into blind, reckless rage.

With a roar of fury, Captain Squigbyta orders a full ahead and even slams his hand down onto a giant red button, sending the engines into overdrive and causing the fuselage of the Hamma to groan and squeal as though it were in pain. It was already growing closer to The Glorious Endeavour as the Imperial vessel's weapons started to cycle up and charge.

Then another message came through the vox to Squigbyta. A code signal, traded for and given as a deal with a freeboota. A signal to treat the ship as an ally. The ship that was such a juicy target, so perfectly set up to be crashed into, to give them a glorious fight and some prime loot! The realisation of the fact he had just become prey hit Captain Squigbyta like a torpedo, knocking him and his assault off course.

Or perhaps that was the actual torpedo striking the belowdecks of the Grot Hamma. Generators cycling to full power another ship came screaming out of the shadow, weapons charged and flashing death into the void. Torpedoes shredded metal and vented oxygen into space, decompression tossing green corpses out like gory confetti. The Pride of Victoria had snapped shut the jaws of the trap.

The Victoria Dynasty, masters of xenology that they were, had carefully crafted this plan to ensure maximum Ork aggression and to be certain that when the fighting began they were as confused and off-balance as they could be; maximum effect for minimum effort.

This was all the signal that was needed. The weapons of the Alexander Dynasty roared fury, casting out plasma, laser and torpedo. Caught between the might of two grand vessels of the Imperium, these ragtag ships were nothing more than salvage to be had and wreckage to be made.

The Grot Hamma burned and couldn't arrest its momentum, it listed to the side as its reactors were struck, plasma blasting out as an impromptu side thruster causing the ship to roll. The Glorious Endeavour slid past it smoothly, unleashing broadsides into the dying vessel, stripping its hull away like a hunter strips the hide from a kill.

A smaller ship, the Dakka Dansur bled gas as it was sliced open with lance fire from The Pride of Victoria, the cuts almost surgical in precision. It wasn't enough to just win this engagement, it had to be decisive, to show that facing the Pride of Arkangel was a fool's errand. The imperial ship didn't spare a second glance at the Dakka Dansur as it bled to death. It cut through expanding vapours and plasma runoff and sank its fangs into the next ship. The jagged darts of torpedoes laid waste to the ship easily and by the time it was done, The Glorious Endeavour had finished off the last of the Ork Raiders. Other than small amounts of return fire crashing against the shields like waves against a fortress, the imperial vessels were none the worse for wear.

With their kills fresh, just like the predators they were, they set about feasting, gathering salvage to trade away or use.

==E15==

'''When Angels Cry''' ''Dunrega (Complete Success)''

It was a pretty normal day in Arkangel, all things considered. Sure she'd had to carefully reposition some preachers that were getting in the way of moving bloody cargo and she'd stopped two of the dockworkers from putting up another tag of the bloody Slugger but in all honesty morale was pretty high. Elaine gave a soft sigh and ran her hand over her head before putting a stamp on a cargo manifest and putting it back into an envelope.

It was getting into the night cycle now, the lights beginning to ebb low and she was looking forwards to heading back to her hab and getting a solid five hours of sleep before her shift the next day. Just as she was clearing away the rest of her desk, there was a knock at the door to the tiny cramped office she was entitled to as the leader of the Union around these parts. She gave a grunt to come in and the door cracked open, the head of one of her boys poking in, a large stony faced Ogryn by the name of Garth.

"Alrigh' boss, got some gangs 'ere sayin' they's got a permit to sees ya." He gravelled and Elaine's eyebrows furrowed.

"They say who it was from?" She returned with a frown.

"No... Didn't 'hink ta ask, lemme che-"

As Garth turned back there was a grunt, the sound of metal hitting flesh and then a loud pop that filled the air with the scent of blood and ozone, fragments of bone spattering against her desk and the wall like pieces of shrapnel. Garth fell back, missing his head and two figures pushed through the door.

Decked out in black and yellow and hazard stripes, there was a thin, wiry looking man with a blazing yellow mohawk and a shorter, stocky woman whose dreadlocks were dyed various shades of red, pink and purple. The woman was cleaning off the powerfist over her left hand that was currently coated in sticky, burned blood. Elaine spent a moment in shock before standing up, pulling open a drawer on her desk.

Before she could even reach the laspistol there was a roar that was utterly deafening in the tiny room and her left leg was blown out from under her as a bolt shell took her in the knee. She screamed and dropped as the wiry man leaped over the desk and immediately stuck her with a shot of Coag, stopping her from bleeding out before he tied up her hands. She only managed to hear the woman speak into the vox for a moment before there was a meaty thud and unconsciousness took her over.

"Get the party started."

Across the docks of Arkangel, a small-scale gang war broke out.

The dock workers weren't weak people but they were massively unprepared to be attacked by the most vicious elements of an underhive gang that had been released with distinct instructions by a very ruthless man.

Windows were shattered and any of the workers that attempted to fight back found themselves on the receiving end of chainblades and bolters, combat blades and autoguns. Strangely the gangers weren't looting anything and they were leaving the servitors and various pieces of equipment completely intact, not even giving them a second glance, instead focusing entirely on hunting down and killing the dock workers wherever they could get their hands on them.

Although this was mostly a ruse to hide their true intentions. Focused, driven hit squads of well-armed, utterly cruel gangers were breaking into offices, snatching up any and all leaders of the Union and dragging them away to a warehouse deep within Arkangel, a location almost forgotten about except to people that needed a dark place to take some prisoners.

Even the ones off-duty weren't safe as their doors were kicked down and they were kidnapped while they slept, waking up to steel-shod boots and bags being pulled over their heads. Any resistance was met by broken bones and painful, if non-lethal wounds, from blades and small calibre rounds. There was a lesson that needed to be taught and it needed all the ring-leaders alive for it.

They were all awoken to a cold splash of stinking water inside the warehouse, tied up and left on the floor. The gangers surrounding them didn't have a single ounce of mirth on their faces, simply staring at them with cold indifference; like they weren't even people, just targets, just part of the job.

When the Council came to survey the results, they were met by a smiling woman with multi-coloured dreads who escorted them to a meeting with the surviving dock workers. Before leaving she offered the Council of Angels a parting gift; a series of custom-servitors, only implanted with the barest minimum of commands and intelligence, all of them designed only for cleaning and to ensure things stayed spic-and-span. This gift was given in full view of the remnants of the Union, making it clear that they were under new management.

The uneasy looks among the various workers as they recognised the faces of the servitors did a lot to keep everything quiet and moving quickly. If people got in the way, they got removed, everyone at the meeting would be reminded of that at every opportunity whenever they looked at the servitors.

The simple, casual brutality sent a quieter message; even the Council wouldn't be safe if they decided to cross the wrong person.

'''Convert Svartalf vs Khir''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Finding people who disliked Maugur Khir was not difficult. In the years he’d exerted his malign influence over Svartal station he’d systematically bullied, harassed, scared, hurt and terrorised just about every single faction on board. The trouble was no one trusts anyone on Svartalf so it was functionally impossible to put together a coalition to go against him as Lord Captain Maxilillian had discovered. He'd been basking his head against a brick wall for about 2 weeks solid. No matter how many councillors and their attendants she schmoozed, how much military analytical data showing that Khirs Cabal were absolutely over committed, no matter how many “Gifts” and offers of hospitality he gives, most of the movers and shakers of Svartalf just do not want to play that game. It made sense he reasoned…what with the heads on spikes and the flaying.

Maximilian sat in one of the myriad Bars off the main concourse of Svartalf Station. This was the single busiest street in the labyrinth of steel that made up the station proper. “Fuck it” he said to no one in particular and downed his drink. Looking at the freshly scarred wounds on his hands. He walked out on the concourse, grabbed a waste barrel, flipped it over and climbed on top. He straightened up, pulled his shoulders back and in a voice that barely sounded like his own he announced,
“Hark! Listen and understand! You good people, you humans, lost children of Terra! Heirs of the Star Father and God-Emperor! I see your suffering! The God Emperor sees your suffering! Too long have we lived in fear! Too long have these foul Drukhari terrorised us! These ancient creatures see us as lesser, treat us as their food, their playthings! They smirk as they say that their Empire spanned the Galaxy when we humans were discovering fire. Well to this I say, we have yet to reach our peak and your empire is naught but a bitter memory! A story to be told! Your blood spent, you are the last of your line! Humans, Children of Terra look not at your feet but look aloft to the stars, our destiny, your birthright! Understand that The God-Emperor is the fire in your heart and the steel in your hand! The God-Emperor gave his life and the life of his Sons that we might inherit the Stars, not these godless monsters! If you wish to see the Tyranny of Khir Come to an end, if you wish to see his Kabal trampled into the Dust then I am your ally; The God-Emperor is your ally!” A sizable crowd had gathered, dumbstruck at Max’s words, on the busiest concourse of a station home to untold millions, somehow you could've heard a pin drop. Max could scarcely believe what he’d done, he just…let go and it happened. He realised his wounds had started bleeding again. He realised the crowd's attention had slowly shifted to huge screens over the concourse that projected news of various new events on the station in the sector. In huge letters a message scrolled “Arkangel Fleet victorious over Drukhari Raiders. The Arbour of Righteousness has been liberated.” A fire burned inside Max as he turned to the crowd and bellowed “Ave Imperator!”

It took several hours to quell the riot that Max started on Svartalf. When it was done, Khir was still an Iron councillor. He still had allies, he was still feared. But his aura of invincibility was gone. The great and the good of Svartalf saw how little stood between them and the mob, how quickly they could turn. This filled all of them with a deep dread. The people of Svartalf saw something different. They saw a man ready to stand up and fight a terrible foe. They saw someone willing to give his life to help them. When he spoke they saw a man ascendant.

They saw Man Ascendant.

'''Convert BMTF to leave Arbour alone''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Gunboat diplomacy was a very ugly phrase though Lord Captain Blair as he sipped tea, impassively sizing up the BMTF “Captain”. He hasn't introduced himself as a Captain, he had said he was the “Vessel Executive Director” or some such foolishness. But he was the Captain of the vessel that the “Pride of Victoria” was currently playing chicken with. Gunboat diplomacy was the phrase this “Captain” had used. Which was poppycock of course. For a start the Pride of Victoria was a ship, not a boat. Also at this range the guns were not this fellow's problem unlike the torpedo batteries. Those same batteries that he knew Europa would be cycling excess atmo through to ensure they all appeared on scanners. Or perhaps he meant the Fighter Bomber formations that Artemisia had been buzzing them with for the last 45 minutes? Once again, those were void attack craft, not boats. And they were sent as part of this diplomatic mission, a show of respect. Pageantry to show this “Captain” how important the Victoria Dynasty thing he is. Adelaide spoke in even tones,
“You must accept our sincerest apologies Director, according to our Astral charts and the transponder idents from the closest star cluster, we are in Arbour space?”
There was a deeply uncomfortable pause. Lord Captain Blair summoned every ounce of self control and discipline to not smirk as Adelaide went in for the kill,
“Unless you, Vessel Executive Director, are claiming this…as BMTF space?”
There was rumble through the Pride of Victoria, and proximity alarms sounded, as right on cue, Lord Captain Maxillian Alexander's vessel “The Glorious Endeavour” translated from the warp, its golden hull twinking against the crackling energies emitting from the Warp.

He sipped his tea slowly, he let there be a beat of silence in the air before he spoke.

“I think it's very unfair to suggest this is Gunboat Diplomacy. For a start these are ships…” said Lord Captain Blair in his most reasonable tone.

==E16==

'''Convert Svartalf vs Khir''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Mhaugir Khir knelt in his private sanctum, a spartan chamber of polished obsidian. He was using every ounce of his inhuman willpower to maintain his focus, his control, his breathing. He had lived a hundred mortal lifetimes and he was being outplayed by a rabble of Mon’Keigh, of primates. His lungs slowly filled and he envisioned his hatred as a black ichor slithering through his veins. “I will master my Rage as I master myself” he intoned, the sharp cadence of the ancient Drukhai incantation echoed on the smooth glistening walls. In a single fluid motion he stood and drew his klaive and took stance III of the “Flower of Flesh and Blood” martial form.
Slowly his body moved through each strike of the form, perfected through innumerable hours of practice and thousands of lives taken. His breathing was measured and controlled, his heartbeat perfectly in time with his movements. His body had muscle memory older than the lifetimes of men. For all his rote precision his mind rushed and roared like a storm wracked sea. His web of spies had reported a great deal of disquieting information. His once iron grip on this station and this sector were slipping. While his raids on The Arbour had been extremely successful they had come at great cost, he could not quickly recoup the losses to his Kabal. As the form continued the speed of his movements increased. His klaive whirled in the empty chamber, each stroke delivered with enough force to bisect any human who stood before it. His mind was as polished as his blade, his near eidetic memory remembering every name and every face of Arkangel’s Captains table and their crews. In extreme,surgical detail he envisioned the horrors he would inflict upon these dung hurling chimps. The one who attempted to converse with him using a clumsy approximation of Drukhari Etiquette would have the tongue torn from his mouth. He would kill another's lover before their very eyes, eat their heart and drink their tears like spring water. He would sign his name on charter using their blood. One in particular would be spared to the very end; however, one had earned his special attention.

He was a blur of sinew, wraithbone and seething, frothing, utter hatred. His muscles, tendons, nerves, and weapon were now as one. Every movement was a finely honed expression of sadistic intent. With every lethal step he thought of one Mon’Keigh. The colour of his eyes, the sound of his voice, his grunting primate voice, his foetid animal stink.

As his rage reached its crescendo, he turned about and swung his Klaive and felt the unmistakable sensation of his blade slicing through flesh. He closed his eyes and stood still as he was drenched in gore. He trembled slightly and listened to a symphony of carnage, warm blood ran down his body and spattered on the floor, the slithering sounds of entrails escaping the body. He opened his eyes to see a frantic terrified gaze, he savoured the helplessness of that begging stare. More than anything Maugur Khir hated the sounds Mon’Keigh make with their mouths. Their voices were somewhere between belching and retching, even their screams had a certain vulgarity that he could not abide. All of his personal stock would have their vocal cords removed prior to use so he could savour their torment in exquisite silence.

He turned from his victim, as they sobbed mutely and summoned one of his attendants with a gesture. A pale bald headed Drukhari entered and bowed silently. “We must conserve our strength” he seethed. “Cut our losses on Svartalf for now and be prepared to withdraw if the time comes. Gaius should keep them busy for now at least.” The attendant stood and moved to leave as quietly as he entered but was stopped dead in his tracks by Khir making direct eye contact. His eyes, black as the void, staring stabbing into him. “Bring me everything you can find on Lord Captain Maximillian Alexander” he smirked mirthlessly. “This creature shall be taught a lesson, I shall teach it the Philosophy of a Blade.”

Category:Down Time Fiction

2024-06-24T19:53:23Z

Anatos: /* E14 */

==E14==
'''Attack Drukari Base''' ''Cerastes,Dunrega, Von den Totten, Rexus, Lupus, Kasputin, Borovich''

In a dark corner of space, surrounded by the shattered remnants of an unformed world a Drukhari base sits in shadow. Spread across multiple asteroids the base provides refuge and rest to a fleet of vicious raiders who revel in the terror they spread around the civilisations in striking distance. The denizens of this base are used to being the predator waiting to rush the herd and cut out the choicest meat, but with the arrival of the Arkangel Fleet it is time for them to see and feel what it is like from the opposite side.

It begins with ships of the Cerastes and Dunrega Dynasties creeping quietly into the system, gently probing for information and mapping the layout of the asteroid field, finding the best places for the rest of the assault to form up and prevent any of the Xenos from escaping. Disaster almost strikes immediately as The Fist of Ichadon stumbles onto an entire fleet of raiders on their way out the system; a fleet the advanced scouts had warned was heading for Arkangel space. Lord Captain Slate immediately turns and in an attempt to act as if assaulting the fleet was the original intention draws them into a running battle all the way into Arkangel space.

Refusing to allow a single ship to dissuade them, the Drukhari gleefully attempt to swarm the Durega ship whose careful manoeuvring and judicious use of its overpowered macrocannons keep the battle running for weeks. Weeks the Van Den Totten Dynasty made good use of. Erupting from the Empyrean amongst the Drukhari fleet, a positioning made possible by the constant coordination and plotting sent by Lord Captain Slate’s astropaths. The mighty Imperial warship The Nightfall burst forth, the energy bleed from the translation alone destroying or crippling dozens of the raider vessels even before point blank weapon fire overwhelmed the shadow fields that normally wrap the Aeldari ships in a cloak of protection. As each field overloads and shuts down, Lord Captain Sev unleashes her shock troopers upon the Drukhari, and now these dark and cruel Xenos gain firsthand knowledge of what it feels like to be hunted and terrorised by black clad remorseless killers. Very few have time to recognise the irony before having their life taken from them. In the end only a handful of the raiders get the chance to flee, their assault on territory

As the Dunrega act as bait and draw the fleet away the Cerastes complete their investigations and hand over to Lord Captain Rexus who carefully primes the jaws of the trap. Setting up artillery and stormtrooper outposts across the edges of the asteroid field which make it difficult for Drukhari vessels to defend the base or flee when the attack goes in, all is in readiness.

Like the calm before the storm, a quiet tension fills Valhalla’s Regards as it awaits the arrival of their allies. If they are noticed before everyone else arrives they will gladly assault but plans are made for a reason, and this success is greater if the plan is followed. Conception of Hope, Zoya’s Triumph, and The Frank Exchange of Views soon arrive however and the time for the assault arrives.

Multiple fighter and bomber wings launched by The Frank Exchange of Views lead the attack, and guided by the emplaced stormtrooper outposts, precision strikes take out the anti capital ship defence weapons allowing the cruisers to approach in relative safety and bombard directly. Drukhari vessels use shadow field technology to hide their location and coupled with speed and manoeuvrability most weapons struggle to land a shot, a base however, has none of these protections. Their best defence is that none know where to attack in the first place and careful scouting and planning has taken this strength from the defenders.

Troops of the Kasputin dynasty that while they are no longer of the Astra Militarum in name, in spirit they still are, assault in a manner that would make the commissariat proud. Borovich landing teams may have less discipline but no less ferocity and there is still an echo of tactics any officer of the Imperial Guard would recognise in how they fire and manoeuvre across the field.

It happens suddenly, all at once the xeno ships which had been putting up a strong if forlorn defence attempt to flee. Only to discover that between Lupus Astra Nova fighter wings and the emplaced stormtroopers there is nowhere to go, it looks to all as though none will escape this punishing assault by the Rogue Trader ships. For whomever is in charge of the Drukari capture or destruction seems to not be an option and in order to make an opening a several corvette sized vessels attempt suicidal ramming attacks to clear a path for the largest of the Drukhari ships to flee.

The Suicidal ramming attacks take the Rogue Trader ships by surprise and Valhalla’s Regards chose to protect others before itself was struck a glancing blow. The damage, though minor, is lasting and forces the ship to give way just far enough for a Drukhari cruiser named Otbaunir Kotar to escape to safety.

With the departure of their leadership, organised resistance within the base soon falls apart and the ground forces quickly overwhelm the defenders. Before long the Drukhari base is in Imperial hands and loot can be claimed. The time spent by the stormtroopers before the attack wasn’t wasted as they are able to point out the locations of valuable resources to their Lord Captain ensuring a quick and efficient stripping of the base. The only potential problem occurs when in the process of clearing anything valuable the search parties find that the slave pens are nearly full. It seems the timing of the attack caught the facility between delivery cycles and thousands of humans who claim membership in the BMTF and The Font are found locked in cages. A decision on what to do with these refugees is now in front of the Captains Table.

'''Defend Arkangel against Orks''' ''Victoria, Alexander''

Space churns and twists in a spot not too far from Arkangel. Sensor warnings flare up on ships belonging to the Alexander and Victoria Dynasties. Something is coming and it's certainly not friendly. With a screech of realspace being wounded on a fundamental level the immaterium opens up. Coils and tendrils of madness and entropy made manifest reach out into the cold dark and find nothing.

With a cough made through destruction of baseline reality and physics a number of ships are vomited out of the warp and into the prime material. Each one has flaring, oversized orange and red thrusters and they accelerate to full speed almost immediately. Every ship seems like it was made as an insult to the Omnissiah, ramshackle and disorganised, bodged together from the carcasses and pieces of anything that the crew could get their grubby hands on. In fact one of the forerunner ships seems to have an Aeldari Solar Sail mounted onto the top, so maybe they are attempting to insult any God that looks in their general direction.

There is no formation or any form of strategic backing to the Ork ships as they careen forwards into what is hopefully a fight. At the very front is a massive ship, the prow hammered and melted to the point that it looks like a giant fist flying through space, the word "GROT HAMMA" is hastily painted on the flank of the vessel in a multitude of bright, garish colours. Smaller vessels soar ahead of it and screams and cries of excitement and joy blast out on all vox channels, adding a sonic assault to what should be a silent display.

Like a blade through the shadow of the void, The Glorious Endeavour cruises forwards, light sparkling across its hull like a fresh golden sunrise and setting its gunports into deep shadow, as though it were a great beast sleeping, eyes shut and claws retracted. A lone ship with no allies was simply too juicy a target. Especially when a message cut through the vox traffic to the Ork ship, insulting the Captain, everything he stood for, even his boss, almost perfectly crafted to entice him into blind, reckless rage.

With a roar of fury, Captain Squigbyta orders a full ahead and even slams his hand down onto a giant red button, sending the engines into overdrive and causing the fuselage of the Hamma to groan and squeal as though it were in pain. It was already growing closer to The Glorious Endeavour as the Imperial vessel's weapons started to cycle up and charge.

Then another message came through the vox to Squigbyta. A code signal, traded for and given as a deal with a freeboota. A signal to treat the ship as an ally. The ship that was such a juicy target, so perfectly set up to be crashed into, to give them a glorious fight and some prime loot! The realisation of the fact he had just become prey hit Captain Squigbyta like a torpedo, knocking him and his assault off course.

Or perhaps that was the actual torpedo striking the belowdecks of the Grot Hamma. Generators cycling to full power another ship came screaming out of the shadow, weapons charged and flashing death into the void. Torpedoes shredded metal and vented oxygen into space, decompression tossing green corpses out like gory confetti. The Pride of Victoria had snapped shut the jaws of the trap.

The Victoria Dynasty, masters of xenology that they were, had carefully crafted this plan to ensure maximum Ork aggression and to be certain that when the fighting began they were as confused and off-balance as they could be; maximum effect for minimum effort.

This was all the signal that was needed. The weapons of the Alexander Dynasty roared fury, casting out plasma, laser and torpedo. Caught between the might of two grand vessels of the Imperium, these ragtag ships were nothing more than salvage to be had and wreckage to be made.

The Grot Hamma burned and couldn't arrest its momentum, it listed to the side as its reactors were struck, plasma blasting out as an impromptu side thruster causing the ship to roll. The Glorious Endeavour slid past it smoothly, unleashing broadsides into the dying vessel, stripping its hull away like a hunter strips the hide from a kill.

A smaller ship, the Dakka Dansur bled gas as it was sliced open with lance fire from The Pride of Victoria, the cuts almost surgical in precision. It wasn't enough to just win this engagement, it had to be decisive, to show that facing the Pride of Arkangel was a fool's errand. The imperial ship didn't spare a second glance at the Dakka Dansur as it bled to death. It cut through expanding vapours and plasma runoff and sank its fangs into the next ship. The jagged darts of torpedoes laid waste to the ship easily and by the time it was done, The Glorious Endeavour had finished off the last of the Ork Raiders. Other than small amounts of return fire crashing against the shields like waves against a fortress, the imperial vessels were none the worse for wear.

With their kills fresh, just like the predators they were, they set about feasting, gathering salvage to trade away or use.

==E15==

'''Convert Svartalf vs Khir''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Finding people who disliked Maugur Khir was not difficult. In the years he’d exerted his malign influence over Svartal station he’d systematically bullied, harassed, scared, hurt and terrorised just about every single faction on board. The trouble was no one trusts anyone on Svartalf so it was functionally impossible to put together a coalition to go against him as Lord Captain Maxilillian had discovered. He'd been basking his head against a brick wall for about 2 weeks solid. No matter how many councillors and their attendants she schmoozed, how much military analytical data showing that Khirs Cabal were absolutely over committed, no matter how many “Gifts” and offers of hospitality he gives, most of the movers and shakers of Svartalf just do not want to play that game. It made sense he reasoned…what with the heads on spikes and the flaying.

Maximilian sat in one of the myriad Bars off the main concourse of Svartalf Station. This was the single busiest street in the labyrinth of steel that made up the station proper. “Fuck it” he said to no one in particular and downed his drink. Looking at the freshly scarred wounds on his hands. He walked out on the concourse, grabbed a waste barrel, flipped it over and climbed on top. He straightened up, pulled his shoulders back and in a voice that barely sounded like his own he announced,
“Hark! Listen and understand! You good people, you humans, lost children of Terra! Heirs of the Star Father and God-Emperor! I see your suffering! The God Emperor sees your suffering! Too long have we lived in fear! Too long have these foul Drukhari terrorised us! These ancient creatures see us as lesser, treat us as their food, their playthings! They smirk as they say that their Empire spanned the Galaxy when we humans were discovering fire. Well to this I say, we have yet to reach our peak and your empire is naught but a bitter memory! A story to be told! Your blood spent, you are the last of your line! Humans, Children of Terra look not at your feet but look aloft to the stars, our destiny, your birthright! Understand that The God-Emperor is the fire in your heart and the steel in your hand! The God-Emperor gave his life and the life of his Sons that we might inherit the Stars, not these godless monsters! If you wish to see the Tyranny of Khir Come to an end, if you wish to see his Kabal trampled into the Dust then I am your ally; The God-Emperor is your ally!” A sizable crowd had gathered, dumbstruck at Max’s words, on the busiest concourse of a station home to untold millions, somehow you could've heard a pin drop. Max could scarcely believe what he’d done, he just…let go and it happened. He realised his wounds had started bleeding again. He realised the crowd's attention had slowly shifted to huge screens over the concourse that projected news of various new events on the station in the sector. In huge letters a message scrolled “Arkangel Fleet victorious over Drukhari Raiders. The Arbour of Righteousness has been liberated.” A fire burned inside Max as he turned to the crowd and bellowed “Ave Imperator!”

It took several hours to quell the riot that Max started on Svartalf. When it was done, Khir was still an Iron councillor. He still had allies, he was still feared. But his aura of invincibility was gone. The great and the good of Svartalf saw how little stood between them and the mob, how quickly they could turn. This filled all of them with a deep dread. The people of Svartalf saw something different. They saw a man ready to stand up and fight a terrible foe. They saw someone willing to give his life to help them. When he spoke they saw a man ascendant.

They saw Man Ascendant.

'''Convert BMTF to leave Arbour alone''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Gunboat diplomacy was a very ugly phrase though Lord Captain Blair as he sipped tea, impassively sizing up the BMTF “Captain”. He hasn't introduced himself as a Captain, he had said he was the “Vessel Executive Director” or some such foolishness. But he was the Captain of the vessel that the “Pride of Victoria” was currently playing chicken with. Gunboat diplomacy was the phrase this “Captain” had used. Which was poppycock of course. For a start the Pride of Victoria was a ship, not a boat. Also at this range the guns were not this fellow's problem unlike the torpedo batteries. Those same batteries that he knew Europa would be cycling excess atmo through to ensure they all appeared on scanners. Or perhaps he meant the Fighter Bomber formations that Artemisia had been buzzing them with for the last 45 minutes? Once again, those were void attack craft, not boats. And they were sent as part of this diplomatic mission, a show of respect. Pageantry to show this “Captain” how important the Victoria Dynasty thing he is. Adelaide spoke in even tones,
“You must accept our sincerest apologies Director, according to our Astral charts and the transponder idents from the closest star cluster, we are in Arbour space?”
There was a deeply uncomfortable pause. Lord Captain Blair summoned every ounce of self control and discipline to not smirk as Adelaide went in for the kill,
“Unless you, Vessel Executive Director, are claiming this…as BMTF space?”
There was rumble through the Pride of Victoria, and proximity alarms sounded, as right on cue, Lord Captain Maxillian Alexander's vessel “The Glorious Endeavour” translated from the warp, its golden hull twinking against the crackling energies emitting from the Warp.

He sipped his tea slowly, he let there be a beat of silence in the air before he spoke.

“I think it's very unfair to suggest this is Gunboat Diplomacy. For a start these are ships…” said Lord Captain Blair in his most reasonable tone.

==E16==

'''Convert Svartalf vs Khir''' ''Alexander (Success)''

Mhaugir Khir knelt in his private sanctum, a spartan chamber of polished obsidian. He was using every ounce of his inhuman willpower to maintain his focus, his control, his breathing. He had lived a hundred mortal lifetimes and he was being outplayed by a rabble of Mon’Keigh, of primates. His lungs slowly filled and he envisioned his hatred as a black ichor slithering through his veins. “I will master my Rage as I master myself” he intoned, the sharp cadence of the ancient Drukhai incantation echoed on the smooth glistening walls. In a single fluid motion he stood and drew his klaive and took stance III of the “Flower of Flesh and Blood” martial form.
Slowly his body moved through each strike of the form, perfected through innumerable hours of practice and thousands of lives taken. His breathing was measured and controlled, his heartbeat perfectly in time with his movements. His body had muscle memory older than the lifetimes of men. For all his rote precision his mind rushed and roared like a storm wracked sea. His web of spies had reported a great deal of disquieting information. His once iron grip on this station and this sector were slipping. While his raids on The Arbour had been extremely successful they had come at great cost, he could not quickly recoup the losses to his Kabal. As the form continued the speed of his movements increased. His klaive whirled in the empty chamber, each stroke delivered with enough force to bisect any human who stood before it. His mind was as polished as his blade, his near eidetic memory remembering every name and every face of Arkangel’s Captains table and their crews. In extreme,surgical detail he envisioned the horrors he would inflict upon these dung hurling chimps. The one who attempted to converse with him using a clumsy approximation of Drukhari Etiquette would have the tongue torn from his mouth. He would kill another's lover before their very eyes, eat their heart and drink their tears like spring water. He would sign his name on charter using their blood. One in particular would be spared to the very end; however, one had earned his special attention.

He was a blur of sinew, wraithbone and seething, frothing, utter hatred. His muscles, tendons, nerves, and weapon were now as one. Every movement was a finely honed expression of sadistic intent. With every lethal step he thought of one Mon’Keigh. The colour of his eyes, the sound of his voice, his grunting primate voice, his foetid animal stink.

As his rage reached its crescendo, he turned about and swung his Klaive and felt the unmistakable sensation of his blade slicing through flesh. He closed his eyes and stood still as he was drenched in gore. He trembled slightly and listened to a symphony of carnage, warm blood ran down his body and spattered on the floor, the slithering sounds of entrails escaping the body. He opened his eyes to see a frantic terrified gaze, he savoured the helplessness of that begging stare. More than anything Maugur Khir hated the sounds Mon’Keigh make with their mouths. Their voices were somewhere between belching and retching, even their screams had a certain vulgarity that he could not abide. All of his personal stock would have their vocal cords removed prior to use so he could savour their torment in exquisite silence.

He turned from his victim, as they sobbed mutely and summoned one of his attendants with a gesture. A pale bald headed Drukhari entered and bowed silently. “We must conserve our strength” he seethed. “Cut our losses on Svartalf for now and be prepared to withdraw if the time comes. Gaius should keep them busy for now at least.” The attendant stood and moved to leave as quietly as he entered but was stopped dead in his tracks by Khir making direct eye contact. His eyes, black as the void, staring stabbing into him. “Bring me everything you can find on Lord Captain Maximillian Alexander” he smirked mirthlessly. “This creature shall be taught a lesson, I shall teach it the Philosophy of a Blade.”

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''' Name: Lord Commander Nathaniel Reginald Carruthers Cartwright III'''

'''Dynasty: Kasputin Dynasty'''

'''Notable Traits: Generally quiet, observing those around him, tends to become more vocal when in combat or inebriated. Also an absolute troll with the dirty sense of humour of a line trooper '''

'''Titles: Lord-Captain of the Kasputin Dynasty, Lord-Commander beyond the Maw. formerly Captain of A Company (Mech Recce), 42nd Britannicus Stormtrooper Regiment. Scion Minoris of the Cartwright Family. Daddy Cartwright'''

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== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
[[File:IMG_1852.JPG|200px|thumb|left|Cartwright and Victrix]]
Is on attachment to the Kasputin Dynasty and is technically still a serving member of the Astra Militarum.

Was on the Conception of Hope, a Rogue Trader vessel that was trapped in the warp for around 100 years, though only a matter of weeks passed for those onboard.
Managed to convince Astra Militarum command to keep him as a serving Officer despite becoming a Rogue Trader, hence his equivalent rank of Lord-Commander.

Currently serving as the Lord-Captain of The Kasputin Dynasty whilst he attempts to find and retrieve Victrixs' soul from a certain Demon.
[[File:IMG_2688.JPG|200px|thumb|left|Cartwright with the Kasputin Banner]]
== Lineage ==

[[File:IMG_2617.JPG|200px|thumb|right|FORWARD THE GUARD!]]
13th Child of Governor Elizabeth Cartwright, Planetary Governor of the Civilised World of Novabralter in the Britannicus Cluster. Due to ancient treaty, involving the 13th child of the line, he was sent to the planets Schola Progenium.

===Known Associates ===

Lady-Captain Victrix Raltus

Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel

Datasmith Merezkho

"If the Arbites or local law enforcement come calling, I don't know him" with regards to Twigjack

Lt. Colonel Robert "Black Bob" Ponsonby

== Rumour ==

Closet Khornate.

Killed Lord-Captain Kasputin.

So Guard that he has forgotten he has a forename and not just his Surname and Rank.

Killed one of his cousins at the age of 10

== Quotes ==
* ''"Cartwright's a good officer; I know the type. I just hope he doesn't wind up like others of the type I've known."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"He is disciplined professional soldier. Under it though he hides a sense of humour and a good heart that makes up for that."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"A competent officer and steadfastly loyal, this however does not stop him from speaking out against stu... er... unwise decisions of superiors. or anyone else at that matter"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael]]
* ''"Give a Guardsman a gun and a reason to fire it, and he'll stop an army dead in its tracks. I've heard that saying more than once; I suspect the good Captain had a hand in inspiring it."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''"I do not think well of soldiers. But I think well of him. He does what he does because his heart is good, not because someone told him to do it. I like that. I hope to stand at his side in more battles. He has a hunter's heart."'' - [[Skyfall]]
* ''"Wears all that body armour and carries all those weapons, and still leaves his legs bare. I just can't..."'' - [[Araquiel|Araq]]
* ''"FOR THE LOVE OF THE GOD-EMPEROR CARTWRIGHT USE A FUCKING TOWEL!!!" - on seeing him in her private spa, smoking a cigar ''- [[Lady_Navigator-Captain_Victrix_Raltus|Victrix]]
* ''"A solid operative. Easily a storm trooper in my previous vocation. Perhaps even agent material, back in the day."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"He's a dependable man in a fight and doesn't run when it gets tough, are you sure this man is an officer?"'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"I remember men like him in the Guard. Their lives were spent a little more carefully than they spent ours, maybe with a little more ceremony, maybe they would get their own box rather than sharing a pit with hundreds of others. But they were spent. The Imperium was built from his back and the backs of those like him. At least now there are people who know his true worth''" - [[Arkady Borovich]]
* ''"He reminds me that I am a Guardsman. And he exemplifies the best of what that means. I hate how it happened, but I'm gonna love seeing a guy like that at the Captain's table."'' - [[Spider]]
*''"It is fortunate Captain Cartwright has decided against attempting to mount me to the prow of the ship. Now to keep him on '''his''' side of the ventilation system."'' - [[Unit 343-τω1Gj4κ “Twigjack”|Twigjack]]
*''"As I increasingly watch things change around me, and within me, I am reassured by his stable, familiar presence."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"I don't know him as well as I would like but I've met people like him in the Guard, ones that push others to achieve impossible feats for the Imperium by following their example. He will be a good Lord Captain. I also love that he has his own lascannon!"'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''" Caaaaartwright! Hey Cartwright! Wanna go do a thiiiiiiiiing?"'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]], usually while bouncing excitedly on the spot.
* ''" An true exemplar of the Guard both in spirit and action"'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''" Another one who plays the brave face but gives wide berth. I cannot fault his training."'' - [[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
* ''"Such a genuine person! I wonder if he is just as much at peace with himself, too."'' - [[Araquiel]]
* ''"Nobility, loyalty and dicipline. I look forward to calling him friend."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"There is only one man in the entire universe I would rather have at my back in a fight. To any who know me that should be enough said about Lord-Captain Cartwright." [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"I can only hope he that when his vengeance comes he will let me fight by his side as a friend."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"So....I can come and help you, right? Wherever you're going looking for her?"'' - a surprisingly serious [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]] following an encounter with daemonic forces in a bunker.
* ''"Still reliable after all this time. And still alive. I can't say that about many."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"And if I told you that you had to go beyond where you were willing to go? Would you still do this thing?"'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"NATHANIEL CARTWRIGHT YOU GET BACK HERE DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE IN THE DARK!"'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]], trying to keep up with a charging Cartwright.
* ''"Apparently he was a real meathead when he was younger, which is kind of reassuring for the rest of us meatheads. Maybe I can still be like him when I grow up."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"He gave me a prank over a hundred years in the making. He gave me a command - an ambition I gave up on a hundred-odd years ago. Most importantly, he gave me a bag of dirt, and a vision of the future. For all he says he's just the delivery boy for half of that, I say one stupid dangerous search-and-rescue op doesn't make us even. He gets as many as it takes."'' - [[Spider|Colonel Summers, Recon and Psychic Division, Imperial Guard Beyond the Maw]]
* ''"If he worries Artemisia like that again I will shoot him myself... but he does seem like a good man, and a gifted combatant."'' - [[Alexandra Euphemia Blake]]
* ''"Regiments will be named after this man. His likeness will be carried into battle on standards of gold and adamant. And still it will not be enough to honour his worth."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''"I've seen injuries like that before on the battlefield. What I have never seen is someone survive them, this is what a hero of the Imperium is."'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"An excellent comrade in arms. I like him very much. I'm glad he's learned how to eat a scone though..."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair]]

* ''"I am relieved that we have the the Cartwright I know back. His youthful mindset was interesting, but he ate scones without any mind for etiquette or class." '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"There is much I could say for this man, but anything beyond he is my friend seems redundant."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Few people I would rather have at my side in combat, or when I am hurt. I can only hope that he and [[Erasmus Bloom|Blue]] manage to find a way to ignore each other."'' - [[Skyfall]]
* ''"A DAMNED BLOODY FOOL! Ran off into the emperor damned night for a one on one bandy with some Fething Necron! Got his arm flayed off!... putting the augmentic on was fun BUT THATS BESIDE THE POINT! I need to keep a closer eye on him "'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|X.O. Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"He left us..."'' a momentarily lost for words [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]] during the House Ingamar Navigator tests
* ''"The augmetic arm does not seem to have slowed him down. Solidly impressed with his stealth capabilities are also still sharp."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|X.O. Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"For a big man, he is surprisingly sneaky."'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"Cartwright had some interesting observations on duty and freedom. I would like to continue to the conversation when he is more present..."'' - [[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
*''"Put a gun to my head at my own table. Lucky for me it was only bottle of brandy. Lucky for him my boys didn't skin him. Either way the audacity warmed my black and wizened heart, it was a real 'motherfucker' move. I'll need to return the favour.''" - [[Arkady Borovich]]
* ''"He honours me with the title guardsmen as if I am an equal. Never has there been a more grounded Lord Captain."'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"That I am one that he trusts will almost certainly be his downfall; that he does touches me more than I can say however."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"This mad fucking bastard nutted a Necron to death. Soul of a warrior. If he didn’t have a tribe of his own..."'' - [[Spider]]
* ''"Seems like a nice guy. Affable. Salt of Holy Terra. But he also seems like a former captain of an Stormtrooper regiment, so I wouldn't count on 'nice' to save you when the chips are down."'' - [[Sgt. Iago Lennon|Sgt. Iago Lennon]]
* ''"You felt the hand of fate, its weight, its power. But know that true power is in the knowing..."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"Loyal to a fault, a true man of the Guard. Also one of the finest tastes of booze and food, glad to have him as an anchor to back home."'' - [[Decius Crane]]
* ''"He was stuck on the Conception of Hope dealing with things this landing. At least he wasn't running off into the night and losing body parts...I should probably still go check though."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"Nice hat!"'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You can take the man out of the Guard..."'' [[Anahita]]
* ''"Thank you for your service."'' - Unknown
* ''"He is a great friend, I am glad to have been given a chance to pay that friendship back, even if it is just a nice suit."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Sometimes you need a duel to really clear the air."'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair|Artemisia]]
* ''"MY EYES! Was that dazzle camouflage or an act of Max?! How can you be that intoxicated and still fight competently? HOW!?"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"Another excellent deployment, and a reminder that his crew are excellent too."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair]]
* ''"As a warrior he is a man to fear as he charges towards you. As a surgeon he is also a man to be feared when he charges towards you." '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"If anyone is a solid core of the Rogue Trader dynastic crews, and whose loss would feel like a piece of the heart of the fellowship had been ripped out, it would be this man."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A lot of people are what he is; he's the only one who is who he is. It's a good combination."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"We have seen another side of you now and even through its distasteful actions was a deep unchangeable loyalty to the Empire. Keep hold of that it will strengthen you at need."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Well, that was a very eventful few days, wasn't it. I will still fight alongside you and trust you unhesitatingly with my back - but it would be a lie to say that I am not disappointed."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"I don't think we did the wrong thing, but I just can't help but feel we didn't do the right thing either..."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"No hope in all the Void I'm saluting this man. Not because I don't respect him, but cos Id have to say "Yes Daddy"."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* ''"For someone so decisive in battle, he really took his time to make that decision."'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"Mmmm....I think it's a very army thing to have a conflicted psycho-sexual identity. They are very keen on thinking of themselves as leather clad badasses, who glower a lot and may have some unspecified measure of darkness in their soul. But, you know, they also secretly all want cuddles and will invariably find themselves distracted by trying to rescue a void marten trapped in Arkangel's roof. I'd be tempted to put Cartwright in that category. He does brandish a standard with great panache, however."'' - [[Octavia Viria Lupus|Octavia Viria Lupus]], in helpful conversation with [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair|Artemisia]]
* ''"If I were forced to express an opinion, it would be good for them. But luckily there are enough opinions being shared that I'm not."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"He's getting shot again if Sterling loses any more limbs under his orders, but I'll avoid anything important. I like him."'' - [[Alexandra Euphemia Blake]]
* ''"A brother in arms, it is an honor to have him at my side both in the field as the Scorpion and soon as my best man for the wedding."'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"Always doing what is before him needing to be done. An exemplar."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"'''Excellent''' brother-in-law material. I could stand to spend more time with him."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"He did not sustain any lasting physical trauma this landing which is good, but he did fail a pair bonding, I will have to find the manual of "broken hearts"."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"I fear that you offer me a loyalty, a friendship even, that I shall not be able to repay, in the end."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"A terrible influence on my husband... and his truest friend. We are lucky to know him."'' - [[Alexandra Euphemia Sterling]]
* ''"Truly the greatest Best Man I could ask for. Both a close friend and battle brother."'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"His blade and gun bring the Emperor's justice on our enemies. I would always call him friend."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"I do understand why you feel a need for gallows humour... as I hope you understand there are lines I will not cross. Perhaps one day I may tell you why - but please do not make that necessary."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"I think this makes him my oldest friend. He did somewhat cheat though."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"You know, you probably would look good in a navy uniform..."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* ''"I wonder how long it'll take him to find ALL of those tattoos."'' -[[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''"Honestly, I didn't really pay attention to him before - except for that delightful hat - but he's actually all right." - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"The insistence with which he attempted to force a pair boding between myself and Severina was... I am concerned for his mental state"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael]]
* ''"I fear we may all take you for granted too much."'' - [[Stenberg|Archbishop Stenberg]]
* ''"...Honestly? Honestly, I wasn't expecting him to inspire me. But it happened."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"That stupid hall of mirrors creepy voices had deeply out of date information. Stupid mirrors. Stupid timing."'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]]
* ''" ... look, I appreciate the bomb collar Lord-Captain, and the need for it, but as a fellow guardsman seeing the look on your face I knew I was in for some ''character building''. Welp, sucks to suck, so FOR THE GUARD! "'' - [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]
* ''"All Im saying is if I knew how much you were getting around at the time, I'd of used tongue"'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player: Nick Woodruff'''

'''Inspirations:A Bridge Too Far, The Longest Day, Zulu, Ice Cold in Alex. The bugnuts insane stories of family members who fought in WW2'''

'''Soundtrack: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1i0frWyovguZ8V9k5zAR9x '''

[[Category:Characters]]

Forge Ichadon

2024-04-09T20:47:33Z

Anatos: /* Mechanics */

[[File:Forge_Ichadon.png]]

==Description==

A Great forge built by [[Arkangel]].

The construction of a Great Forge has met with rejoicing from the Cult of Mars. Forge Ichadon was lit with a controlled nuclear explosion, cracking the planetary crust to cause a huge geothermal event and in so doing has lit the great foundries and awoken the Machine Spirit.

A titanic entrance made of carved and reinforced marble leads to the munitions labs, manufactorums and forges. On its arch, an engraving in thick gothic script reads:

''When you sail amongst the endless stars, when you face the enemy of man, take heart in the knowledge that He is with you. In your weapons, in your ships, in your engines of war. For we are the mailed fist of His wrath and where He reaches, we shall grasp.''

Gothic and baroque pillars line the entry, each has a plaque which lists out the following Dynasties in various levels of prominence:

House Dunrega 
House Borovich 
House Rexuz 
House Tollman 
House Lupus 
House Kasputin 
House Victoria 
House Cerastes 

The carvings of each house emblem of each dynasty spiral around the top and bottom of the pillars.

A central platform with a half pillar has carved servo skulls around its top and base with the following inscription in gothic script, circling it:

''“Pride is not a sin. Hubris is not a failing. Ambition knows no bounds. The Stars are yours if you have but the strength to grasp them”''

==Mechanics==

Dynasties receive a permanent discount on raising Naval Patrol Groups. 
Dynasties receive a permanent +1 bonus to the following DownTime actions:

*Attack
*Muster
*Defence

Dynasties may now purchase downtime modifier components or any uptime ship component upgrades. Forge Ichadon counts as the obscure prerequisite required. 
(Uptime ship component upgrade refers to any ship part that is in the main rulebook under Void Ship Components; Rulebook Ch 8.3) 
Uptime Upgrade: 800M 
All void ships have space for 4 Modifier Upgrades, with each Ship starting with a +1 upgrade for free. 
Each Modifier Upgrade can be applied to one Stat or Activity Only 
Additional upgrades can be slotted to improve Void Ship stats for the costs below; 
Downtime modifier upgrades: 
+1 - 800M 
+2 - 1700M 
Alternatively a ship may have some form of enhanced device or system installed in a slot instead. One such device allows an additional dice to be rolled for a particular action type (chosen upon purchase), discarding the lowest number rolled. 
Bonus Dice to one action type - 7500M 
Additional Enhanced Devices may be found lost or hidden in a Dynasty's travels. 
Any Component can be sold back to Forge Ichadon for 25% of the price of new. 

 Swapping basic ship components or buying and upgrading ship components no longer costs an action to complete

[[Category:Arkangel_Assets]]

Forge Ichadon

2024-03-27T21:11:38Z

Anatos: /* Mechanics */

Forge Ichadon

2024-03-27T21:11:20Z

Anatos: /* Mechanics */

[[File:Forge_Ichadon.png]]

==Description==

A Great forge built by [[Arkangel]].

The construction of a Great Forge has met with rejoicing from the Cult of Mars. Forge Ichadon was lit with a controlled nuclear explosion, cracking the planetary crust to cause a huge geothermal event and in so doing has lit the great foundries and awoken the Machine Spirit.

A titanic entrance made of carved and reinforced marble leads to the munitions labs, manufactorums and forges. On its arch, an engraving in thick gothic script reads:

''When you sail amongst the endless stars, when you face the enemy of man, take heart in the knowledge that He is with you. In your weapons, in your ships, in your engines of war. For we are the mailed fist of His wrath and where He reaches, we shall grasp.''

Gothic and baroque pillars line the entry, each has a plaque which lists out the following Dynasties in various levels of prominence:

House Dunrega 
House Borovich 
House Rexuz 
House Tollman 
House Lupus 
House Kasputin 
House Victoria 
House Cerastes 

The carvings of each house emblem of each dynasty spiral around the top and bottom of the pillars.

A central platform with a half pillar has carved servo skulls around its top and base with the following inscription in gothic script, circling it:

''“Pride is not a sin. Hubris is not a failing. Ambition knows no bounds. The Stars are yours if you have but the strength to grasp them”''

==Mechanics==

Dynasties receive a permanent discount on raising Naval Patrol Groups.
Dynasties receive a permanent +1 bonus to the following DownTime actions:

*Attack
*Muster
*Defence

Dynasties may now purchase downtime modifier components or any uptime ship component upgrades. Forge Ichadon counts as the obscure prerequisite required. 
(Uptime ship component upgrade refers to any ship part that is in the main rulebook under Void Ship Components; Rulebook Ch 8.3) 
Uptime Upgrade: 800M 
All void ships have space for 4 Modifier Upgrades, with each Ship starting with a +1 upgrade for free. 
Each Modifier Upgrade can be applied to one Stat or Activity Only 
Additional upgrades can be slotted to improve Void Ship stats for the costs below; 
Downtime modifier upgrades: 
+1 - 800M 
+2 - 1700M 
Alternatively a ship may have some form of enhanced device or system installed in a slot instead. One such device allows an additional dice to be rolled for a particular action type (chosen upon purchase), discarding the lowest number rolled. 
Bonus Dice to one action type - 7500M 
Additional Enhanced Devices may be found lost or hidden in a Dynasty's travels. 
Any Component can be sold back to Forge Ichadon for 25% of the price of new. 

[[Category:Arkangel_Assets]]

Slate "Scrapjack" Duster

2024-02-28T18:29:47Z

Anatos:

{{PCSummary
|p=[Mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]
|Race=Human
|Dynasty=Dunrega
}}
[[File:Slate pose1.jpg|200px|thumb|left|]]
'''Name:''' Slate Duster - also known as Scrapjack

'''Dynasty:''' [[Dunrega]] (formerly [[Summers]])

'''Notable Traits:''' Looks like he belongs in a Hive

'''Titles:''' Lord Captain, Rogue Trader
[[File:Slatepowerarmour2.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Slate in power armour]]
[[File:Slatebolter.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Bolter and bracers!]]
[[File:ThingsGoBoom.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Things that make you go Boom!]]
[[File:Slatepaintrain.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Pain Train Incoming!]]

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
* Hailing from Hive Ichadon Secundus on the now dead world (following Exterminatus Extremis) Dunrega VI.
* Former miner and member of a local gang.
* Slate has joined up with the Drifter Fleet, along with other survivors of his homeworld.
* Joined the Summers Dynasty as part of Spiders retinue.
* Received his Warrant of Trade abruptly
* Renamed and re-organised the Dynasty

== Lineage ==
Born in the lower levels of a Hive, he has never been considered to be anything but "Hiver scum". No education and no prospects of rising up the spires. He was taught how to use demolitions and how to fight. The rest, he picked up on the way. As part of the drifter fleet, he has picked up some of their rotes and traditions

===Known Associates ===

* Alexi Borovich
* [[The Borovich Family]]
* [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* [[Von Den Tötten]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* "Crow"
* Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan
* "Cables"
* [[Spider|Lord Captain/Shaman Summers]]
* [[Sgt. Iago Lennon]]

== Rumours ==
* Had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty
* Slate turned the former president of the Dock Workers Union into a servitor
* Tattooed several Lord Captains and their crews following a drunken and rowdy celebration
* Has a kill counter built into his power armour
* Despite being jovial, has a brutal and cruel side
* Is addicted to combat drugs

== Quotes ==
[[File:Slatesitting.png|200px|thumb|left|Lord Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

* ''"Only just met the chap, but I can see he knows his way around improvised explosives. wonder where he picked that skill up?"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A new Lord Captain, hmm? Interesting. What will he add to this company, I wonder."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A decent warrior and all round competent from what I have seen so far. I will be watching his career as a lord Captain with great interest"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"One of the common workers turned Noble and Rogue Trader. It will be interesting to see how this works out."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"As a previous FNG, I have to say he's doing as well as I did; maybe better."'' - [[Mac]]
*''"Seems like a capable captain. Totally different perspective, and I like that in a person."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You have my attention, and not in a bad way."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"He led competently and was skilled on those missions I went on with him."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Scum of the Earth? Absolutely. But that's '''Lord-Captain''' Scum of the Earth to you, and you'll remember that he holds that Title and my respect for a reason."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"My third favourite Lord Captain, I think. Hold his friendship close when the night is dark and your back is against a wall."'' [[Octavia Viria Lupus]]
* ''"A competent leader if not in the style I am not used too. Efficient in combat. I find myself keen to work with him in future."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"OK, he's a ruffian, but he's our ruffian and we like him."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"As a Lord Captain he is unique, but as an artist he is a travesty. " '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"I'd query where he acquired '''that''' but I think the clue is in his name; it's certainly rusty enough."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I do not know if it is powerarmour or just fat slabs of metal strapped to him, whichever it is his courage wearing ti into battle is worthy of the Emperor himself."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"We should talk - I would learn about how I can help you, support you, before it becomes a regret."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He has taken the warrant and run with it. Glad to have him with us, a solid dependable man of action."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"A wonderful test subject, though I should really try teach him a broader vocabulary to describe side effects more efficiently."'' - [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''Under...well...'''all that''' he seems thoughtful. Plus, what a whallop."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"I am uncertain as to whether I should be concerned at the enthusiasm with which he consumed experimental combat stimulants. Despite the side effects he remained a competent leader... I will keep an eye for now"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"It is not by accident that you were never taught these things, it is by design. I shall give you that which you were denied, because it is right that I do so."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"While I understand the 'concerns' of my techpriest companions, I have to admit. To mow down the enemies of the Imperium alongside the Lord-Captain is an experience."'' [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player:''' Tony Goddard

'''Inspirations:''' Jayne Cobb (Firefly), Tony Montana (Scarface), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), typical House Orlock ganger

'''Soundtrack:''' https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3fdnIhtphB8VkJm1KjB87u?si=625febb81f474068

[[Category:Characters]]

File:Slate pose1.jpg

2024-02-28T18:28:22Z

Anatos: Photo by Rebecca Moody

Photo by Rebecca Moody

Slate "Scrapjack" Duster

2024-02-28T01:32:36Z

Anatos: /* Lineage */

{{PCSummary
|p=[Mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]
|Race=Human
|Dynasty=Dunrega
}}

'''Name:''' Slate Duster - also known as Scrapjack

'''Dynasty:''' [[Dunrega]] (formerly [[Summers]])

'''Notable Traits:''' Looks like he belongs in a Hive

'''Titles:''' Lord Captain, Rogue Trader
[[File:Slatepowerarmour2.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Slate in power armour]]
[[File:Slatebolter.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Bolter and bracers!]]
[[File:ThingsGoBoom.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Things that make you go Boom!]]
[[File:Slatepaintrain.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Pain Train Incoming!]]

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
* Hailing from Hive Ichadon Secundus on the now dead world (following Exterminatus Extremis) Dunrega VI.
* Former miner and member of a local gang.
* Slate has joined up with the Drifter Fleet, along with other survivors of his homeworld.
* Joined the Summers Dynasty as part of Spiders retinue.
* Received his Warrant of Trade abruptly
* Renamed and re-organised the Dynasty

== Lineage ==
Born in the lower levels of a Hive, he has never been considered to be anything but "Hiver scum". No education and no prospects of rising up the spires. He was taught how to use demolitions and how to fight. The rest, he picked up on the way. As part of the drifter fleet, he has picked up some of their rotes and traditions

===Known Associates ===

* Alexi Borovich
* [[The Borovich Family]]
* [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* [[Von Den Tötten]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* "Crow"
* Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan
* "Cables"
* [[Spider|Lord Captain/Shaman Summers]]
* [[Sgt. Iago Lennon]]

== Rumours ==
* Had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty
* Slate turned the former president of the Dock Workers Union into a servitor
* Tattooed several Lord Captains and their crews following a drunken and rowdy celebration
* Has a kill counter built into his power armour
* Despite being jovial, has a brutal and cruel side
* Is addicted to combat drugs

== Quotes ==
[[File:Slatesitting.png|200px|thumb|left|Lord Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

* ''"Only just met the chap, but I can see he knows his way around improvised explosives. wonder where he picked that skill up?"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A new Lord Captain, hmm? Interesting. What will he add to this company, I wonder."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A decent warrior and all round competent from what I have seen so far. I will be watching his career as a lord Captain with great interest"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"One of the common workers turned Noble and Rogue Trader. It will be interesting to see how this works out."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"As a previous FNG, I have to say he's doing as well as I did; maybe better."'' - [[Mac]]
*''"Seems like a capable captain. Totally different perspective, and I like that in a person."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You have my attention, and not in a bad way."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"He led competently and was skilled on those missions I went on with him."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Scum of the Earth? Absolutely. But that's '''Lord-Captain''' Scum of the Earth to you, and you'll remember that he holds that Title and my respect for a reason."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"My third favourite Lord Captain, I think. Hold his friendship close when the night is dark and your back is against a wall."'' [[Octavia Viria Lupus]]
* ''"A competent leader if not in the style I am not used too. Efficient in combat. I find myself keen to work with him in future."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"OK, he's a ruffian, but he's our ruffian and we like him."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"As a Lord Captain he is unique, but as an artist he is a travesty. " '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"I'd query where he acquired '''that''' but I think the clue is in his name; it's certainly rusty enough."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I do not know if it is powerarmour or just fat slabs of metal strapped to him, whichever it is his courage wearing ti into battle is worthy of the Emperor himself."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"We should talk - I would learn about how I can help you, support you, before it becomes a regret."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He has taken the warrant and run with it. Glad to have him with us, a solid dependable man of action."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"A wonderful test subject, though I should really try teach him a broader vocabulary to describe side effects more efficiently."'' - [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''Under...well...'''all that''' he seems thoughtful. Plus, what a whallop."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"I am uncertain as to whether I should be concerned at the enthusiasm with which he consumed experimental combat stimulants. Despite the side effects he remained a competent leader... I will keep an eye for now"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"It is not by accident that you were never taught these things, it is by design. I shall give you that which you were denied, because it is right that I do so."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"While I understand the 'concerns' of my techpriest companions, I have to admit. To mow down the enemies of the Imperium alongside the Lord-Captain is an experience."'' [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player:''' Tony Goddard

'''Inspirations:''' Jayne Cobb (Firefly), Tony Montana (Scarface), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), typical House Orlock ganger

'''Soundtrack:''' https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3fdnIhtphB8VkJm1KjB87u?si=625febb81f474068

[[Category:Characters]]

Slate "Scrapjack" Duster

2024-02-20T03:51:54Z

Anatos: /* Quotes */

{{PCSummary
|p=[Mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]
|Race=Human
|Dynasty=Dunrega
}}

'''Name:''' Slate Duster - also known as Scrapjack

'''Dynasty:''' [[Dunrega]] (formerly [[Summers]])

'''Notable Traits:''' Looks like he belongs in a Hive

'''Titles:''' Lord Captain, Rogue Trader
[[File:Slatepowerarmour2.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Slate in power armour]]
[[File:Slatebolter.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Bolter and bracers!]]
[[File:ThingsGoBoom.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Things that make you go Boom!]]
[[File:Slatepaintrain.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Pain Train Incoming!]]

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
* Hailing from Hive Ichadon Secundus on the now dead world (following Exterminatus Extremis) Dunrega VI.
* Former miner and member of a local gang.
* Slate has joined up with the Drifter Fleet, along with other survivors of his homeworld.
* Joined the Summers Dynasty as part of Spiders retinue.
* Received his Warrant of Trade abruptly
* Renamed and re-organised the Dynasty

== Lineage ==
Born in the lower levels of a Hive, he has never been considered to be anything but "Hiver scum". No education and no prospects of rising up the spires. He was taught how to use demolitions and how to fight. The rest, he picked up on the way. As part of the drifter fleet, he has picked up some of their rotes and traditions

===Known Associates ===

* Alexi Borovich
* [[The Borovich Family]]
* [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* Von Den Tötten
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* "Crow"
* Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan
* "Cables"
* [[Spider|Lord Captain/Shaman Summers]]
* [[Sgt. Iago Lennon]]

== Rumours ==
* Had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty
* Slate turned the former president of the Dock Workers Union into a servitor
* Tattooed several Lord Captains and their crews following a drunken and rowdy celebration
* Has a kill counter built into his power armour
* Despite being jovial, has a brutal and cruel side
* Is addicted to combat drugs

== Quotes ==
[[File:Slatesitting.png|200px|thumb|left|Lord Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

* ''"Only just met the chap, but I can see he knows his way around improvised explosives. wonder where he picked that skill up?"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A new Lord Captain, hmm? Interesting. What will he add to this company, I wonder."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A decent warrior and all round competent from what I have seen so far. I will be watching his career as a lord Captain with great interest"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"One of the common workers turned Noble and Rogue Trader. It will be interesting to see how this works out."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"As a previous FNG, I have to say he's doing as well as I did; maybe better."'' - [[Mac]]
*''"Seems like a capable captain. Totally different perspective, and I like that in a person."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You have my attention, and not in a bad way."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"He led competently and was skilled on those missions I went on with him."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Scum of the Earth? Absolutely. But that's '''Lord-Captain''' Scum of the Earth to you, and you'll remember that he holds that Title and my respect for a reason."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"My third favourite Lord Captain, I think. Hold his friendship close when the night is dark and your back is against a wall."'' [[Octavia Viria Lupus]]
* ''"A competent leader if not in the style I am not used too. Efficient in combat. I find myself keen to work with him in future."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"OK, he's a ruffian, but he's our ruffian and we like him."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"As a Lord Captain he is unique, but as an artist he is a travesty. " '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"I'd query where he acquired '''that''' but I think the clue is in his name; it's certainly rusty enough."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I do not know if it is powerarmour or just fat slabs of metal strapped to him, whichever it is his courage wearing ti into battle is worthy of the Emperor himself."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"We should talk - I would learn about how I can help you, support you, before it becomes a regret."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He has taken the warrant and run with it. Glad to have him with us, a solid dependable man of action."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"A wonderful test subject, though I should really try teach him a broader vocabulary to describe side effects more efficiently."'' - [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''Under...well...'''all that''' he seems thoughtful. Plus, what a whallop."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"I am uncertain as to whether I should be concerned at the enthusiasm with which he consumed experimental combat stimulants. Despite the side effects he remained a competent leader... I will keep an eye for now"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"It is not by accident that you were never taught these things, it is by design. I shall give you that which you were denied, because it is right that I do so."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"While I understand the 'concerns' of my techpriest companions, I have to admit. To mow down the enemies of the Imperium alongside the Lord-Captain is an experience."'' [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player:''' Tony Goddard

'''Inspirations:''' Jayne Cobb (Firefly), Tony Montana (Scarface), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), typical House Orlock ganger

'''Soundtrack:''' https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3fdnIhtphB8VkJm1KjB87u?si=625febb81f474068

[[Category:Characters]]

Slate "Scrapjack" Duster

2024-02-20T03:51:03Z

Anatos: /* Quotes */

{{PCSummary
|p=[Mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]
|Race=Human
|Dynasty=Dunrega
}}

'''Name:''' Slate Duster - also known as Scrapjack

'''Dynasty:''' [[Dunrega]] (formerly [[Summers]])

'''Notable Traits:''' Looks like he belongs in a Hive

'''Titles:''' Lord Captain, Rogue Trader
[[File:Slatepowerarmour2.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Slate in power armour]]
[[File:Slatebolter.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Bolter and bracers!]]
[[File:ThingsGoBoom.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Things that make you go Boom!]]
[[File:Slatepaintrain.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Pain Train Incoming!]]

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
* Hailing from Hive Ichadon Secundus on the now dead world (following Exterminatus Extremis) Dunrega VI.
* Former miner and member of a local gang.
* Slate has joined up with the Drifter Fleet, along with other survivors of his homeworld.
* Joined the Summers Dynasty as part of Spiders retinue.
* Received his Warrant of Trade abruptly
* Renamed and re-organised the Dynasty

== Lineage ==
Born in the lower levels of a Hive, he has never been considered to be anything but "Hiver scum". No education and no prospects of rising up the spires. He was taught how to use demolitions and how to fight. The rest, he picked up on the way. As part of the drifter fleet, he has picked up some of their rotes and traditions

===Known Associates ===

* Alexi Borovich
* [[The Borovich Family]]
* [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* Von Den Tötten
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* "Crow"
* Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan
* "Cables"
* [[Spider|Lord Captain/Shaman Summers]]
* [[Sgt. Iago Lennon]]

== Rumours ==
* Had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty
* Slate turned the former president of the Dock Workers Union into a servitor
* Tattooed several Lord Captains and their crews following a drunken and rowdy celebration
* Has a kill counter built into his power armour
* Despite being jovial, has a brutal and cruel side
* Is addicted to combat drugs

== Quotes ==
[[File:Cptslate.png|272px|thumb|left|Lord Captain on deck!]]

* ''"Only just met the chap, but I can see he knows his way around improvised explosives. wonder where he picked that skill up?"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A new Lord Captain, hmm? Interesting. What will he add to this company, I wonder."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A decent warrior and all round competent from what I have seen so far. I will be watching his career as a lord Captain with great interest"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"One of the common workers turned Noble and Rogue Trader. It will be interesting to see how this works out."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"As a previous FNG, I have to say he's doing as well as I did; maybe better."'' - [[Mac]]
*''"Seems like a capable captain. Totally different perspective, and I like that in a person."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You have my attention, and not in a bad way."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"He led competently and was skilled on those missions I went on with him."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Scum of the Earth? Absolutely. But that's '''Lord-Captain''' Scum of the Earth to you, and you'll remember that he holds that Title and my respect for a reason."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"My third favourite Lord Captain, I think. Hold his friendship close when the night is dark and your back is against a wall."'' [[Octavia Viria Lupus]]
* ''"A competent leader if not in the style I am not used too. Efficient in combat. I find myself keen to work with him in future."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"OK, he's a ruffian, but he's our ruffian and we like him."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"As a Lord Captain he is unique, but as an artist he is a travesty. " '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"I'd query where he acquired '''that''' but I think the clue is in his name; it's certainly rusty enough."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I do not know if it is powerarmour or just fat slabs of metal strapped to him, whichever it is his courage wearing ti into battle is worthy of the Emperor himself."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"We should talk - I would learn about how I can help you, support you, before it becomes a regret."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He has taken the warrant and run with it. Glad to have him with us, a solid dependable man of action."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"A wonderful test subject, though I should really try teach him a broader vocabulary to describe side effects more efficiently."'' - [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''Under...well...'''all that''' he seems thoughtful. Plus, what a whallop."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"I am uncertain as to whether I should be concerned at the enthusiasm with which he consumed experimental combat stimulants. Despite the side effects he remained a competent leader... I will keep an eye for now"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"It is not by accident that you were never taught these things, it is by design. I shall give you that which you were denied, because it is right that I do so."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"While I understand the 'concerns' of my techpriest companions, I have to admit. To mow down the enemies of the Imperium alongside the Lord-Captain is an experience."'' [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]

[[File:Slatesitting.png|400px|thumb|left|Lord Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player:''' Tony Goddard

'''Inspirations:''' Jayne Cobb (Firefly), Tony Montana (Scarface), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), typical House Orlock ganger

'''Soundtrack:''' https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3fdnIhtphB8VkJm1KjB87u?si=625febb81f474068

[[Category:Characters]]

File:Slatesitting.png

2024-02-20T03:47:56Z

Anatos:

Dunrega

2024-02-20T02:55:32Z

Anatos: /* Members */

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* [[Reyna "Canary" Steelcat]]
* [[Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan]]
* [["Cables"]]
* [["Crow"]]
*
[[File:Dunrega crew1.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Canary (left), Scrapjack (centre), Crow (right), Dunregan gangers]]

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

* '''The Dunregans''' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

Currently known Dunregan gangs:

* '''Steel Rock Rebels''' - Orlock inspired miners and mechanics, brawlers and explosive experts. Theyre good with guns, grenades and getting up close.

* '''Steelcats''' - Escher inspired scouts and assassins. Close combat, ranged combat, poisons, thy've got it all.

* '''Anvil Grinders''' - Goliath inspired brutes. Heavy melee, big guns and an "unhealthy" attitude to violence and reliance on drugs.

* '''Sump Dogs''' - Cawdor inspired ruffians who employ flame weapons, daggers in the dark and reminding everyone about their daily prayers

* '''The Arborians''' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

* '''Port Minervans''' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

* '''Idyllorians''' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

* '''Caledonians''' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]

[[The Borovich Family]]

[[Von Den Tötten]]

[[House_Victoria|The Victorias]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

Dunrega

2024-02-20T02:53:41Z

Anatos: /* Members */

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* [[Reyna "Canary" Steelcat]]
* [[Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan]]
* [["Cables"]]
*
*
[[File:Dunrega crew1.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Canary (left), Scrapjack (centre), Crow (right), Dunregan gangers]]

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

* '''The Dunregans''' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

Currently known Dunregan gangs:

* '''Steel Rock Rebels''' - Orlock inspired miners and mechanics, brawlers and explosive experts. Theyre good with guns, grenades and getting up close.

* '''Steelcats''' - Escher inspired scouts and assassins. Close combat, ranged combat, poisons, thy've got it all.

* '''Anvil Grinders''' - Goliath inspired brutes. Heavy melee, big guns and an "unhealthy" attitude to violence and reliance on drugs.

* '''Sump Dogs''' - Cawdor inspired ruffians who employ flame weapons, daggers in the dark and reminding everyone about their daily prayers

* '''The Arborians''' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

* '''Port Minervans''' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

* '''Idyllorians''' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

* '''Caledonians''' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]

[[The Borovich Family]]

[[Von Den Tötten]]

[[House_Victoria|The Victorias]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

File:Dunrega crew1.jpg

2024-02-20T02:52:20Z

Anatos: Canary (left), Scrapjack (centre), Crow (right), Dunregan gangers

Canary (left), Scrapjack (centre), Crow (right), Dunregan gangers

Slate "Scrapjack" Duster

2024-02-19T16:30:54Z

Anatos: /* Known Associates */

{{PCSummary
|p=[Mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]
|Race=Human
|Dynasty=Dunrega
}}

'''Name:''' Slate Duster - also known as Scrapjack

'''Dynasty:''' [[Dunrega]] (formerly [[Summers]])

'''Notable Traits:''' Looks like he belongs in a Hive

'''Titles:''' Lord Captain, Rogue Trader
[[File:Slatepowerarmour2.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Slate in power armour]]
[[File:Slatebolter.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Bolter and bracers!]]
[[File:ThingsGoBoom.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Things that make you go Boom!]]
[[File:Slatepaintrain.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Pain Train Incoming!]]

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
* Hailing from Hive Ichadon Secundus on the now dead world (following Exterminatus Extremis) Dunrega VI.
* Former miner and member of a local gang.
* Slate has joined up with the Drifter Fleet, along with other survivors of his homeworld.
* Joined the Summers Dynasty as part of Spiders retinue.
* Received his Warrant of Trade abruptly
* Renamed and re-organised the Dynasty

== Lineage ==
Born in the lower levels of a Hive, he has never been considered to be anything but "Hiver scum". No education and no prospects of rising up the spires. He was taught how to use demolitions and how to fight. The rest, he picked up on the way. As part of the drifter fleet, he has picked up some of their rotes and traditions

===Known Associates ===

* Alexi Borovich
* [[The Borovich Family]]
* [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* Von Den Tötten
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* "Crow"
* Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan
* "Cables"
* [[Spider|Lord Captain/Shaman Summers]]
* [[Sgt. Iago Lennon]]

== Rumours ==
* Had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty
* Slate turned the former president of the Dock Workers Union into a servitor
* Tattooed several Lord Captains and their crews following a drunken and rowdy celebration
* Has a kill counter built into his power armour
* Despite being jovial, has a brutal and cruel side
* Is addicted to combat drugs

== Quotes ==
[[File:Cptslate.png|272px|thumb|left|Lord Captain on deck!]]

* ''"Only just met the chap, but I can see he knows his way around improvised explosives. wonder where he picked that skill up?"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A new Lord Captain, hmm? Interesting. What will he add to this company, I wonder."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A decent warrior and all round competent from what I have seen so far. I will be watching his career as a lord Captain with great interest"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"One of the common workers turned Noble and Rogue Trader. It will be interesting to see how this works out."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"As a previous FNG, I have to say he's doing as well as I did; maybe better."'' - [[Mac]]
*''"Seems like a capable captain. Totally different perspective, and I like that in a person."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You have my attention, and not in a bad way."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"He led competently and was skilled on those missions I went on with him."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Scum of the Earth? Absolutely. But that's '''Lord-Captain''' Scum of the Earth to you, and you'll remember that he holds that Title and my respect for a reason."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"My third favourite Lord Captain, I think. Hold his friendship close when the night is dark and your back is against a wall."'' [[Octavia Viria Lupus]]
* ''"A competent leader if not in the style I am not used too. Efficient in combat. I find myself keen to work with him in future."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"OK, he's a ruffian, but he's our ruffian and we like him."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"As a Lord Captain he is unique, but as an artist he is a travesty. " '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"I'd query where he acquired '''that''' but I think the clue is in his name; it's certainly rusty enough."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I do not know if it is powerarmour or just fat slabs of metal strapped to him, whichever it is his courage wearing ti into battle is worthy of the Emperor himself."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"We should talk - I would learn about how I can help you, support you, before it becomes a regret."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He has taken the warrant and run with it. Glad to have him with us, a solid dependable man of action."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"A wonderful test subject, though I should really try teach him a broader vocabulary to describe side effects more efficiently."'' - [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''Under...well...'''all that''' he seems thoughtful. Plus, what a whallop."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"I am uncertain as to whether I should be concerned at the enthusiasm with which he consumed experimental combat stimulants. Despite the side effects he remained a competent leader... I will keep an eye for now"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"It is not by accident that you were never taught these things, it is by design. I shall give you that which you were denied, because it is right that I do so."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"While I understand the 'concerns' of my techpriest companions, I have to admit. To mow down the enemies of the Imperium alongside the Lord-Captain is an experience."'' [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player:''' Tony Goddard

'''Inspirations:''' Jayne Cobb (Firefly), Tony Montana (Scarface), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), typical House Orlock ganger

'''Soundtrack:''' https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3fdnIhtphB8VkJm1KjB87u?si=625febb81f474068

[[Category:Characters]]

Tomas J Rexuz

2023-12-19T01:51:28Z

Anatos: /* Quotes */

{{PCSummary
|p=[mailto:csimpsonreilly@hotmail.co.uk Colin Simpson-Reilly]
|Race= Human
|Dynasty= Rexuz
}}

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'''Name:'''
Tomas Julius Rexuz

'''Dynasty:'''
Rexuz Dynasty

'''Notable Traits:'''
Warrior, Man of Faith, Ex Commissar

'''Titles:'''
Lord-Captain

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
Lord Commissar-General Tomas J Rexuz was a well known figure on Arkangel even before he became a Lord-Captain. As one of the public faces for Astra Militarum recruitment for the Ruhort Sector he was at the forefront of the Hypatian Crusade, be it on the battlefield or alongside Lord Aschen. His warrant was given as a gift for his services to the Imperium during the crusade, but rumours abound that partly this was the New Lord-Governer cleaning house of his predecessors associates.

== Lineage ==
Mother: General Anastasia Rexuz

Father: Unknown Nobleman, possibly named Julius

Other Family: Is known to have a legitimised Bastard Son who goes by the name Florentius Sweetwater.
Rexuz has also recently adopted the Primaris Psyker [[Tempus]] and named him a member of his Dynasty and House.

===Known Associates ===
[[Tempus]]

[[Florentius Sweetwater]]

[[Spider]]

[[Ezekiel Grey]]

[[Capt._Cartwright]]

== Rumours ==
His warrant was issued to get him out of Ruhort Sector politics.

He was tagged to marry the previous sector governor's daughter, but it all fell apart messily.

== Quotes ==
* ''"An old friend, perhaps too old, maybe I should get him a hover-zimmer?"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"For someone who's been around as long as he has and seen as much, he's still ... passionate. Even impulsive. It doesn't always lead him to make good decisions, but you still kind of hope he doesn't lose that. Most would have."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"Under that brazen, boisterous, loud and arrogant Imperium veneer there is a mon'keigh of true faith. I'm just not sure he knows it."'' - [[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
* ''"Few believe as strongly as he does, after the things he has seen this is either very foolish or very brave or perhaps both. Either way he is a man to respect."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Friends don't need to keep count of how many times we've saved each others lives right? Or how regularly we endanger them?"'' - [[Krauss|Krauss]]
* ''"I still don't like him. Doesn't mean I won't work with him of course. He's survived thus far, which few I've known can say."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"I would follow my Lord Captain to hell, and be confident that '''His''' light would lead us back. Clearly the '''God-Emperor''' has plans for this man, or else how would he have lived through as much as he has?"'' - [[Tempus]]
* ''"People don't get his value sometimes. It's like... his courage, his blind faith, his being everything a Guard recruitment poster could dream of - that's the engine. It is true that he doesn't think enough, and that without people like Sweetwater to temper him, he might well charge blindly into the void and be devoured along with anyone who follows him. But if we just had Sweets, and no Rex, then there's a risk we wouldn't charge anywhere at all."'' - [[Spider]]
* ''"You will have to make twice the trouble now, for the both of us, old friend."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''"He is a dangerous man, for friend and foe alike."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Rather positively minded for someone who came from the guard. Seems to be competent enough Lord Captain and cares for their crew"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Colonel-Surgeon Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"Not known many use claws like he does and he uses them well. A shame my only real interactions with him were during mourning fallen comrades. Will have to talk more during the next excursion"'' - [[Decius Crane]]
* ''"The word that got used a lot in History of the Commissariat class was ... controversial."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"I'm pretty sure there was nothing in the history books about him being a snitch."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"Remains a competent Lord Captain and willing to subject himself to experimental retroviruses so he can get stuck into the fight"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"I owe him one. Or three. I also appreciate it when someone responds to the awful day I've had by agreeing. The vindication is helpful and makes it easier to handle. Thank you Tomas."'' - [[Anahita]]
* ''"I do not think we will ever be friends. Working together with him is an experience I look forward too though."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Oh that's so sad!"'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair|Artemisia]], repeatedly, on hearing tales of the tragic past
* ''"He keeps a good grip on his crew whilst leaving space for initiative, did not give into excessive indulgence on Grimaldi and did waht he could to save Tempus from the demon he had roused. A good Lord captain overall. "'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"I tease the old bugger, but ill be dammed if he doesn't keep his cool and mind on the task in the most strenuous of situations"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"There are depths to Rexuz that I think others do not see. He has walked beside me to understand my path, taken time to let me understand his. This is more than I would expect from a talon of the Eagle."'' - [[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
* ''"I wish I had not been surprised. I really do."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"We did the right thing old friend, though I know it must have felt like shrapnel to your heart"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Sometimes I think he knows everything and understands nothing; sometimes I think he knows something I don't."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"He must be getting nostalgic, looks a bit more like the Commissar of old"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I often forget that for all our difference we are the same."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Good for you, buddy. Better than most people get."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"A new journey, I see. Your most challenging yet, and not because of the death you expect it to end with. It is good to see you stepping up to it."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"You have been on a longer bimble than most my friend, I can imagine that its a relief to finally have the end hoving into view"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Despite his flash and bluster, there's a sadness in him. Time and Circumstances have not been kind to him, less kind than to most, I feel."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair]]
* ''"He was blessed with a visitation from a Saint of the faith. I must admit I had not thought that would be a possibility for him"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"He asked me an interesting question: what if it were me? Very thought-provoking. But we both know it isn't."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"Are you so blind that you cannot see how blessed you are to be standing here? Even if you have nothing else, Tomas, you have the stars."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"The hardest thing is to see your crew fall before you but take comfort that he sits with the Emperor now."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"It is scarce enough to convey the scope of my regrets… but I offer you the honour of hand-carving his name into the front-face of the primary altar in Arkangel's cathedral."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"You know how it is Rexuz, this was always a possibility out here on the frontier, shoulder your pack and best foot forward."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I was disappointed, at first, after all the kids' stories that he was a '''person.''' Now I'm impressed that he's the person he is."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"He remains a Lord Captain that has my respect. Whilst not as loud or brash as other Lord Captains, his words carry no less power or command."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"I stand with you, Lord-Captain. Let us storm the battlefield in his name. With faith and holy firepower, we will prevail. "'' [[Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski]]
* ''"I like Rexus. I don't think I need to say more"'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player:'''
Colin Simpson-Reilly

'''Inspirations:'''
Ciaphas Cain, Flashheart, All three musketeers.

'''Soundtrack:'''
Will link once done

[[Category:Characters]]

Sgt. Viktor Jovanovski

2023-12-18T23:13:31Z

Anatos: /* Quotes */

Dunrega

2023-11-20T02:18:53Z

Anatos: /* Members */

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* [[Reyna "Canary" Steelcat]]
* [[Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan]]
* [["Cables"]]
*
*

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

* '''The Dunregans''' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

Currently known Dunregan gangs:

* '''Steel Rock Rebels''' - Orlock inspired miners and mechanics, brawlers and explosive experts. Theyre good with guns, grenades and getting up close.

* '''Steelcats''' - Escher inspired scouts and assassins. Close combat, ranged combat, poisons, thy've got it all.

* '''Anvil Grinders''' - Goliath inspired brutes. Heavy melee, big guns and an "unhealthy" attitude to violence and reliance on drugs.

* '''Sump Dogs''' - Cawdor inspired ruffians who employ flame weapons, daggers in the dark and reminding everyone about their daily prayers

* '''The Arborians''' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

* '''Port Minervans''' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

* '''Idyllorians''' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

* '''Caledonians''' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]

[[The Borovich Family]]

[[Von Den Tötten]]

[[House_Victoria|The Victorias]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

Slate "Scrapjack" Duster

2023-11-20T02:18:10Z

Anatos:

{{PCSummary
|p=[Mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]
|Race=Human
|Dynasty=Dunrega
}}

'''Name:''' Slate Duster - also known as Scrapjack

'''Dynasty:''' [[Dunrega]] (formerly [[Summers]])

'''Notable Traits:''' Looks like he belongs in a Hive

'''Titles:''' Lord Captain, Rogue Trader
[[File:Slatepowerarmour2.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Slate in power armour]]
[[File:Slatebolter.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Bolter and bracers!]]
[[File:ThingsGoBoom.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Things that make you go Boom!]]
[[File:Slatepaintrain.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Pain Train Incoming!]]

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
* Hailing from Hive Ichadon Secundus on the now dead world (following Exterminatus Extremis) Dunrega VI.
* Former miner and member of a local gang.
* Slate has joined up with the Drifter Fleet, along with other survivors of his homeworld.
* Joined the Summers Dynasty as part of Spiders retinue.
* Received his Warrant of Trade abruptly
* Renamed and re-organised the Dynasty

== Lineage ==
Born in the lower levels of a Hive, he has never been considered to be anything but "Hiver scum". No education and no prospects of rising up the spires. He was taught how to use demolitions and how to fight. The rest, he picked up on the way. As part of the drifter fleet, he has picked up some of their rotes and traditions

===Known Associates ===

* Alexi Borovich
* [[The Borovich Family]]
* [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* Von Den Tötten
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* [[Spider|Lord Captain/Shaman Summers]]
* [[Sgt. Iago Lennon]]

== Rumours ==
* Had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty
* Slate turned the former president of the Dock Workers Union into a servitor
* Tattooed several Lord Captains and their crews following a drunken and rowdy celebration
* Has a kill counter built into his power armour
* Despite being jovial, has a brutal and cruel side
* Is addicted to combat drugs

== Quotes ==
[[File:Cptslate.png|272px|thumb|left|Lord Captain on deck!]]

* ''"Only just met the chap, but I can see he knows his way around improvised explosives. wonder where he picked that skill up?"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A new Lord Captain, hmm? Interesting. What will he add to this company, I wonder."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A decent warrior and all round competent from what I have seen so far. I will be watching his career as a lord Captain with great interest"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"One of the common workers turned Noble and Rogue Trader. It will be interesting to see how this works out."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"As a previous FNG, I have to say he's doing as well as I did; maybe better."'' - [[Mac]]
*''"Seems like a capable captain. Totally different perspective, and I like that in a person."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You have my attention, and not in a bad way."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"He led competently and was skilled on those missions I went on with him."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Scum of the Earth? Absolutely. But that's '''Lord-Captain''' Scum of the Earth to you, and you'll remember that he holds that Title and my respect for a reason."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"My third favourite Lord Captain, I think. Hold his friendship close when the night is dark and your back is against a wall."'' [[Octavia Viria Lupus]]
* ''"A competent leader if not in the style I am not used too. Efficient in combat. I find myself keen to work with him in future."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"OK, he's a ruffian, but he's our ruffian and we like him."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"As a Lord Captain he is unique, but as an artist he is a travesty. " '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"I'd query where he acquired '''that''' but I think the clue is in his name; it's certainly rusty enough."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I do not know if it is powerarmour or just fat slabs of metal strapped to him, whichever it is his courage wearing ti into battle is worthy of the Emperor himself."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"We should talk - I would learn about how I can help you, support you, before it becomes a regret."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He has taken the warrant and run with it. Glad to have him with us, a solid dependable man of action."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"A wonderful test subject, though I should really try teach him a broader vocabulary to describe side effects more efficiently."'' - [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''Under...well...'''all that''' he seems thoughtful. Plus, what a whallop."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"I am uncertain as to whether I should be concerned at the enthusiasm with which he consumed experimental combat stimulants. Despite the side effects he remained a competent leader... I will keep an eye for now"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"It is not by accident that you were never taught these things, it is by design. I shall give you that which you were denied, because it is right that I do so."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player:''' Tony Goddard

'''Inspirations:''' Jayne Cobb (Firefly), Tony Montana (Scarface), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), typical House Orlock ganger

'''Soundtrack:''' https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3fdnIhtphB8VkJm1KjB87u?si=625febb81f474068

[[Category:Characters]]

Slate "Scrapjack" Duster

2023-11-20T02:02:50Z

Anatos:

{{PCSummary
|p=[Mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]
|Race=Human
|Dynasty=Dunrega
}}

'''Name:''' Slate Duster - also known as Scrapjack

'''Dynasty:''' [[Dunrega]] (formerly [[Summers]])

'''Notable Traits:''' Looks like he belongs in a Hive

'''Titles:''' Lord Captain, Rogue Trader
[[File:Slatepowerarmour2.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Slate in power armour]]
[[File:Slatebolter.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Bolter and bracers!]]
[[File:ThingsGoBoom.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Things that make you go Boom!]]
[[File:Slatepaintrain.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Pain Train Incoming!]]

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
* Hailing from Hive Ichadon Secundus on the now dead world (following Exterminatus Extremis) Dunrega VI.
* Former miner and member of a local gang.
* Slate has joined up with the Drifter Fleet, along with other survivors of his homeworld.
* Joined the Summers Dynasty as part of Spiders retinue.
* Received his Warrant of Trade abruptly
* Renamed and re-organised the Dynasty

== Lineage ==
Born in the lower levels of a Hive, he has never been considered to be anything but "Hiver scum". No education and no prospects of rising up the spires. He was taught how to use demolitions and how to fight. The rest, he picked up on the way. As part of the drifter fleet, he has picked up some of their rotes and traditions

===Known Associates ===

* Alexi Borovich
* [[The Borovich Family]]
* [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* Von Den Tötten
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* [[Spider|Lord Captain/Shaman Summers]]
* [[Sgt. Iago Lennon]]

== Rumours ==
* Had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty
* Slate turned the former president of the Dock Workers Union into a servitor
* Tattooed several Lord Captains and their crews following a drunken and rowdy celebration
* Has a kill counter built into his power armour
* Despite being jovial, has a brutal and cruel side
* Is addicted to combat drugs

== Quotes ==
[[File:Cptslate.png|272px|thumb|left|Lord Captain on deck!]]
* ''"Only just met the chap, but I can see he knows his way around improvised explosives. wonder where he picked that skill up?"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A new Lord Captain, hmm? Interesting. What will he add to this company, I wonder."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A decent warrior and all round competent from what I have seen so far. I will be watching his career as a lord Captain with great interest"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"One of the common workers turned Noble and Rogue Trader. It will be interesting to see how this works out."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"As a previous FNG, I have to say he's doing as well as I did; maybe better."'' - [[Mac]]
*''"Seems like a capable captain. Totally different perspective, and I like that in a person."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You have my attention, and not in a bad way."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"He led competently and was skilled on those missions I went on with him."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Scum of the Earth? Absolutely. But that's '''Lord-Captain''' Scum of the Earth to you, and you'll remember that he holds that Title and my respect for a reason."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"My third favourite Lord Captain, I think. Hold his friendship close when the night is dark and your back is against a wall."'' [[Octavia Viria Lupus]]
* ''"A competent leader if not in the style I am not used too. Efficient in combat. I find myself keen to work with him in future."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"OK, he's a ruffian, but he's our ruffian and we like him."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"As a Lord Captain he is unique, but as an artist he is a travesty. " '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"I'd query where he acquired '''that''' but I think the clue is in his name; it's certainly rusty enough."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I do not know if it is powerarmour or just fat slabs of metal strapped to him, whichever it is his courage wearing ti into battle is worthy of the Emperor himself."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"We should talk - I would learn about how I can help you, support you, before it becomes a regret."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He has taken the warrant and run with it. Glad to have him with us, a solid dependable man of action."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"A wonderful test subject, though I should really try teach him a broader vocabulary to describe side effects more efficiently."'' - [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''Under...well...'''all that''' he seems thoughtful. Plus, what a whallop."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"I am uncertain as to whether I should be concerned at the enthusiasm with which he consumed experimental combat stimulants. Despite the side effects he remained a competent leader... I will keep an eye for now"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"It is not by accident that you were never taught these things, it is by design. I shall give you that which you were denied, because it is right that I do so."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player:''' Tony Goddard

'''Inspirations:''' Jayne Cobb (Firefly), Tony Montana (Scarface), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), typical House Orlock ganger

'''Soundtrack:''' https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3fdnIhtphB8VkJm1KjB87u?si=625febb81f474068

[[Category:Characters]]

File:Slatebolter.jpg

2023-11-20T02:01:06Z

Anatos: Lord-Captain Slate Duster with recently acquired bolt pistol and armoured jacket. Photo courtesy of Rebecca Moody

Lord-Captain Slate Duster with recently acquired bolt pistol and armoured jacket. Photo courtesy of Rebecca Moody

Dunrega

2023-11-19T22:48:17Z

Anatos: /* Members */

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan
* "Cables"
*
*

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

* '''The Dunregans''' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

Currently known Dunregan gangs:

* '''Steel Rock Rebels''' - Orlock inspired miners and mechanics, brawlers and explosive experts. Theyre good with guns, grenades and getting up close.

* '''Steelcats''' - Escher inspired scouts and assassins. Close combat, ranged combat, poisons, thy've got it all.

* '''Anvil Grinders''' - Goliath inspired brutes. Heavy melee, big guns and an "unhealthy" attitude to violence and reliance on drugs.

* '''Sump Dogs''' - Cawdor inspired ruffians who employ flame weapons, daggers in the dark and reminding everyone about their daily prayers

* '''The Arborians''' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

* '''Port Minervans''' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

* '''Idyllorians''' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

* '''Caledonians''' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]

[[The Borovich Family]]

[[Von Den Tötten]]

[[House_Victoria|The Victorias]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

Dunrega

2023-11-18T20:50:48Z

Anatos: /* Members */

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* Ollanius Marcarius Cain "Stitches" Oskan
*
*
*

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

* '''The Dunregans''' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

Currently known Dunregan gangs:

* '''Steel Rock Rebels''' - Orlock inspired miners and mechanics, brawlers and explosive experts. Theyre good with guns, grenades and getting up close.

* '''Steelcats''' - Escher inspired scouts and assassins. Close combat, ranged combat, poisons, thy've got it all.

* '''Anvil Grinders''' - Goliath inspired brutes. Heavy melee, big guns and an "unhealthy" attitude to violence and reliance on drugs.

* '''Sump Dogs''' - Cawdor inspired ruffians who employ flame weapons, daggers in the dark and reminding everyone about their daily prayers

* '''The Arborians''' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

* '''Port Minervans''' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

* '''Idyllorians''' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

* '''Caledonians''' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]

[[The Borovich Family]]

[[Von Den Tötten]]

[[House_Victoria|The Victorias]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

Dunrega

2023-11-18T20:49:30Z

Anatos: /* Members */

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* Ollanius Marcarius Cain Oskan "Stitches"
*
*
*

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

* '''The Dunregans''' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

Currently known Dunregan gangs:

* '''Steel Rock Rebels''' - Orlock inspired miners and mechanics, brawlers and explosive experts. Theyre good with guns, grenades and getting up close.

* '''Steelcats''' - Escher inspired scouts and assassins. Close combat, ranged combat, poisons, thy've got it all.

* '''Anvil Grinders''' - Goliath inspired brutes. Heavy melee, big guns and an "unhealthy" attitude to violence and reliance on drugs.

* '''Sump Dogs''' - Cawdor inspired ruffians who employ flame weapons, daggers in the dark and reminding everyone about their daily prayers

* '''The Arborians''' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

* '''Port Minervans''' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

* '''Idyllorians''' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

* '''Caledonians''' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]

[[The Borovich Family]]

[[Von Den Tötten]]

[[House_Victoria|The Victorias]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

Dunrega

2023-11-18T20:19:09Z

Anatos: /* The Drifters */

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
*
*
*
*

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

* '''The Dunregans''' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

Currently known Dunregan gangs:

* '''Steel Rock Rebels''' - Orlock inspired miners and mechanics, brawlers and explosive experts. Theyre good with guns, grenades and getting up close.

* '''Steelcats''' - Escher inspired scouts and assassins. Close combat, ranged combat, poisons, thy've got it all.

* '''Anvil Grinders''' - Goliath inspired brutes. Heavy melee, big guns and an "unhealthy" attitude to violence and reliance on drugs.

* '''Sump Dogs''' - Cawdor inspired ruffians who employ flame weapons, daggers in the dark and reminding everyone about their daily prayers

* '''The Arborians''' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

* '''Port Minervans''' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

* '''Idyllorians''' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

* '''Caledonians''' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]

[[The Borovich Family]]

[[Von Den Tötten]]

[[House_Victoria|The Victorias]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

Dunrega

2023-11-16T00:07:08Z

Anatos: /* The Drifters */

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
*
*
*
*

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

*''The Dunregans'' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

*''The Arborians'' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

*''Port Minervans'' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

*''Idyllorians'' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

*''Caledonians'' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]

[[The Borovich Family]]

[[Von Den Tötten]]

[[The Victorias]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

Dunrega

2023-11-16T00:06:52Z

Anatos: /* The Drifters */

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
*
*
*
*

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

*''The Dunregans'' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

*''The Arborians'' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

*''Port Minervans'' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

*''Idyllorians'' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

*''Caledonians'' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]

[[The Borovich Family]]

[[Von Den Tötten]]

[[The Victorias]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

Dunrega

2023-11-15T23:05:56Z

Anatos: /* Known Associates */

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
*
*
*
*

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

''The Dunregans'' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

''The Arborians'' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

''Port Minervans'' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

''Idyllorians'' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

''Caledonians'' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]

[[The Borovich Family]]

[[Von Den Tötten]]

[[The Victorias]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

Dunrega

2023-11-15T23:05:43Z

Anatos: /* Known Associates */

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
*
*
*
*

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

''The Dunregans'' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

''The Arborians'' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

''Port Minervans'' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

''Idyllorians'' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

''Caledonians'' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]
[[The Borovich Family]]
[[Von Den Tötten]]
[[The Victorias]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

Dunrega

2023-11-15T23:02:43Z

Anatos:

[[Image:DunregaEmblem.png|thumb|The emblem of house Dunrega, featuring the Phoenix and Laurel Wreath]]

'''Dynasty Name:''' House Dunrega

'''Warrant Holder:''' [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster|Lord-Captain Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

'''Primary Ship Name:''' The Fist of Ichadon (Formerly the Shamans Promise) a pleasure liner which has since been highly converted to include training facilities and a hanger housing a wing of bombers.

'''Notable Traits:''' Drifters, mercenaries with a miss-mash of dress styles and cultural behaviours.

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

* Formerly the [[Summers]] Dynasty, Lord-Captain Slate was given his warrant of trade abruptly from House Ingamar, it having been transfered from the previous holder.

* Since taking command, Slate has assisted in re-locating the majority of the Arborians to a new world, has re-named the void-ship and re-branded it with the symbol of his new Dynasty.

* The crew aboard The Fist of Ichadon are encouraged to maintain their own cultural rites and traditions while integrating those of the other groups of drifters.

* House Dunrega are responsible for commissioning the building of Forge Ichadon, which rumour has it was named in respect to the Hive where Lord-Captain Slate is from.

=== Members ===
[[File:Slateandreyna.jpg|400px|thumb|left|Slate and Reyna, Dunregan Gangers]]
* Lord Captain: [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
*
*
*
*

=== The Drifters ===

The drifters are made up from people of many worlds and backgrounds, but the primary groups who hold the largest population on-board are:

''The Dunregans'' - Survivors of an Exterminatus of the Hive World Dunrega VI. Fond of utilitarian, functional clothing, Dunregan's favour the heavy use of leather and drab blues, greens and greys. But other brighter colours are not out of the un-ordinary. Pragmatic and cunning, Dunregans prefer to hit first and hit hard.

''The Arborians'' - Survivors of Arboria. Arborians tend toward army green/jungle camo, and adults proudly wear the iconic red bandana. Never seen without a boot knife. Many sport aboriginal style artwork on their armour and sheaths. Spiritual and with an almost nonchalant approach to death, the Arborians are hardy survivors.

''Port Minervans'' - From Port Minerva. Almost urban in comparison. Eclectic mishmash of military surplus, street clothes and mismatched equipment. A lot of fenced goods pass through Port Minerva, though much of it is of low quality or heavily used. Fences, thieves and knee breakers, Port Minervans usually have a mean streak and an eye for the valuable.

''Idyllorians'' - From the Feral world Idylloria. Idyllorians wear mostly Machine cult trappings, tinged with furs and leathers and other durable clothing. Venerating the Omnissiah, most Idyllorians are part of the Machine Cult and thus are handy with technology despite their feral world upbringing.

''Caledonians'' - From Caledonia. Caledonians dress in more light-weight clothing, designed with mobility and stealth in mind, though no less utilitarian than the other drifters. Personal honour and winning are important to most Caledonians, they tend to enjoy fights up-close rather than with ranged weapons, making them ideal skirmishers.

=== Known Associates ===

[[Summers]]

[[The Borovich Family]]

=== Known Enmities ===

== Rumours ==

The Fist of Ichadon is named after the Hive City Lord-Captain Slate hails from

The emblem of House Dunrega is inspired by the Summers emblem

Lord-Captain Slate had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty

House Dunrega are said to have removed the Dock Workers Union

== Quotes ==
* ''"Quote."'' - [[NRFTW:who said it|who said it]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player Contact:''' [mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]

[[Category:Dynasties]]

Capt. Cartwright

2023-11-15T22:38:04Z

Anatos: /* Quotes */

{{PCSummary
|p=[mailto:nkwoodruff@googlemail.com Nick Woodruff]

|Race= Human

|Dynasty= Kasputin

}}

[[File:IMG 6412.JPG|thumb|[[Special:Upload|Update]] Courtesy of Ben Smith]]

''' Name: Lord Commander Nathaniel Reginald Carruthers Cartwright III'''

'''Dynasty: Kasputin Dynasty'''

'''Notable Traits: Generally quiet, observing those around him, tends to become more vocal when in combat or inebriated. Also an absolute troll with the dirty sense of humour of a line trooper '''

'''Titles: Lord-Captain of the Kasputin Dynasty, Lord-Commander beyond the Maw. formerly Captain of A Company (Mech Recce), 42nd Britannicus Stormtrooper Regiment. Scion Minoris of the Cartwright Family. Daddy Cartwright'''

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
[[File:IMG_1852.JPG|200px|thumb|left|Cartwright and Victrix]]
Is on attachment to the Kasputin Dynasty and is technically still a serving member of the Astra Militarum.

Was on the Conception of Hope, a Rogue Trader vessel that was trapped in the warp for around 100 years, though only a matter of weeks passed for those onboard.
Managed to convince Astra Militarum command to keep him as a serving Officer despite becoming a Rogue Trader, hence his equivalent rank of Lord-Commander.

Currently serving as the Lord-Captain of The Kasputin Dynasty whilst he attempts to find and retrieve Victrixs' soul from a certain Demon.
[[File:IMG_2688.JPG|200px|thumb|left|Cartwright with the Kasputin Banner]]
== Lineage ==

[[File:IMG_2617.JPG|200px|thumb|right|FORWARD THE GUARD!]]
13th Child of Governor Elizabeth Cartwright, Planetary Governor of the Civilised World of Novabralter in the Britannicus Cluster. Due to ancient treaty, involving the 13th child of the line, he was sent to the planets Schola Progenium.

===Known Associates ===

Lady-Captain Victrix Raltus

Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel

Datasmith Merezkho

"If the Arbites or local law enforcement come calling, I don't know him" with regards to Twigjack

Lt. Colonel Robert "Black Bob" Ponsonby

== Rumour ==

Closet Khornate.

Killed Lord-Captain Kasputin.

So Guard that he has forgotten he has a forename and not just his Surname and Rank.

Killed one of his cousins at the age of 10

== Quotes ==
* ''"Cartwright's a good officer; I know the type. I just hope he doesn't wind up like others of the type I've known."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"He is disciplined professional soldier. Under it though he hides a sense of humour and a good heart that makes up for that."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"A competent officer and steadfastly loyal, this however does not stop him from speaking out against stu... er... unwise decisions of superiors. or anyone else at that matter"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael]]
* ''"Give a Guardsman a gun and a reason to fire it, and he'll stop an army dead in its tracks. I've heard that saying more than once; I suspect the good Captain had a hand in inspiring it."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''"I do not think well of soldiers. But I think well of him. He does what he does because his heart is good, not because someone told him to do it. I like that. I hope to stand at his side in more battles. He has a hunter's heart."'' - [[Skyfall]]
* ''"Wears all that body armour and carries all those weapons, and still leaves his legs bare. I just can't..."'' - [[Araquiel|Araq]]
* ''"FOR THE LOVE OF THE GOD-EMPEROR CARTWRIGHT USE A FUCKING TOWEL!!!" - on seeing him in her private spa, smoking a cigar ''- [[Lady_Navigator-Captain_Victrix_Raltus|Victrix]]
* ''"A solid operative. Easily a storm trooper in my previous vocation. Perhaps even agent material, back in the day."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"He's a dependable man in a fight and doesn't run when it gets tough, are you sure this man is an officer?"'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"I remember men like him in the Guard. Their lives were spent a little more carefully than they spent ours, maybe with a little more ceremony, maybe they would get their own box rather than sharing a pit with hundreds of others. But they were spent. The Imperium was built from his back and the backs of those like him. At least now there are people who know his true worth''" - [[Arkady Borovich]]
* ''"He reminds me that I am a Guardsman. And he exemplifies the best of what that means. I hate how it happened, but I'm gonna love seeing a guy like that at the Captain's table."'' - [[Spider]]
*''"It is fortunate Captain Cartwright has decided against attempting to mount me to the prow of the ship. Now to keep him on '''his''' side of the ventilation system."'' - [[Unit 343-τω1Gj4κ “Twigjack”|Twigjack]]
*''"As I increasingly watch things change around me, and within me, I am reassured by his stable, familiar presence."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"I don't know him as well as I would like but I've met people like him in the Guard, ones that push others to achieve impossible feats for the Imperium by following their example. He will be a good Lord Captain. I also love that he has his own lascannon!"'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''" Caaaaartwright! Hey Cartwright! Wanna go do a thiiiiiiiiing?"'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]], usually while bouncing excitedly on the spot.
* ''" An true exemplar of the Guard both in spirit and action"'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''" Another one who plays the brave face but gives wide berth. I cannot fault his training."'' - [[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
* ''"Such a genuine person! I wonder if he is just as much at peace with himself, too."'' - [[Araquiel]]
* ''"Nobility, loyalty and dicipline. I look forward to calling him friend."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"There is only one man in the entire universe I would rather have at my back in a fight. To any who know me that should be enough said about Lord-Captain Cartwright." [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"I can only hope he that when his vengeance comes he will let me fight by his side as a friend."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"So....I can come and help you, right? Wherever you're going looking for her?"'' - a surprisingly serious [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]] following an encounter with daemonic forces in a bunker.
* ''"Still reliable after all this time. And still alive. I can't say that about many."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"And if I told you that you had to go beyond where you were willing to go? Would you still do this thing?"'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"NATHANIEL CARTWRIGHT YOU GET BACK HERE DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE IN THE DARK!"'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]], trying to keep up with a charging Cartwright.
* ''"Apparently he was a real meathead when he was younger, which is kind of reassuring for the rest of us meatheads. Maybe I can still be like him when I grow up."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"He gave me a prank over a hundred years in the making. He gave me a command - an ambition I gave up on a hundred-odd years ago. Most importantly, he gave me a bag of dirt, and a vision of the future. For all he says he's just the delivery boy for half of that, I say one stupid dangerous search-and-rescue op doesn't make us even. He gets as many as it takes."'' - [[Spider|Colonel Summers, Recon and Psychic Division, Imperial Guard Beyond the Maw]]
* ''"If he worries Artemisia like that again I will shoot him myself... but he does seem like a good man, and a gifted combatant."'' - [[Alexandra Euphemia Blake]]
* ''"Regiments will be named after this man. His likeness will be carried into battle on standards of gold and adamant. And still it will not be enough to honour his worth."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''"I've seen injuries like that before on the battlefield. What I have never seen is someone survive them, this is what a hero of the Imperium is."'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"An excellent comrade in arms. I like him very much. I'm glad he's learned how to eat a scone though..."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair]]

* ''"I am relieved that we have the the Cartwright I know back. His youthful mindset was interesting, but he ate scones without any mind for etiquette or class." '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"There is much I could say for this man, but anything beyond he is my friend seems redundant."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Few people I would rather have at my side in combat, or when I am hurt. I can only hope that he and [[Erasmus Bloom|Blue]] manage to find a way to ignore each other."'' - [[Skyfall]]
* ''"A DAMNED BLOODY FOOL! Ran off into the emperor damned night for a one on one bandy with some Fething Necron! Got his arm flayed off!... putting the augmentic on was fun BUT THATS BESIDE THE POINT! I need to keep a closer eye on him "'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|X.O. Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"He left us..."'' a momentarily lost for words [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]] during the House Ingamar Navigator tests
* ''"The augmetic arm does not seem to have slowed him down. Solidly impressed with his stealth capabilities are also still sharp"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|X.O. Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"For a big man, he is surprisingly sneaky."'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"Cartwright had some interesting observations on duty and freedom. I would like to continue to the conversation when he is more present.."'' - [[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
*''"Put a gun to my head at my own table. Lucky for me it was only bottle of brandy. Lucky for him my boys didn't skin him. Either way the audacity warmed my black and whizzened heart, it was a real 'motherfucker' move. Ill need to to return the favour.''" - [[Arkady Borovich]]
* ''"He honour's me with the title guardsmen as if I am an equal. Never has there been a more grounded Lord Captain" '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"That I am one that he trusts will almost certainly be his downfall, that he does touches me more than I can say however."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''”This mad fucking bastard nutted a Necron to death. Soul of a warrior. If he didn’t have a tribe of his own...”'' - [[Spider]]
* ''"Seems like a nice guy. Affable. Salt of Holy Terra. But he also seems like a former captain of an Stormtrooper regiment, so I wouldn't count on 'nice' to save you when the chips are down."'' - [[Sgt. Iago Lennon|Sgt. Iago Lennon]]
* ''"You felt the hand of fate, its weight, its power. But know that true power is in the knowing..."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"Loyal to a fault, a true man of the Guard. Also one of the finest tastes of booze and food, glad to have him as an anchor to back home."'' - [[Decius Crane]]
* ''"He was stuck on the Conception of Hope dealing with things this landing. At least he wasn't running off into the night and losing body parts...I should probably still go check though"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"Nice hat!"'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You can take the man out of the guard..."'' [[Anahita]]
* ''"Thank you for your service"''. -Unknown
* ''"He is a great friend, I am glad to have been given a chance to pay that friendship back, even if it is just a nice suit"'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Sometimes you need a duel to really clear the air."'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair|Artemisia]]
* ''"MY EYES! Was that dazzle camouflage or an act of Max?! How can you be that intoxicated and still fight competently? HOW!?"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"Another excellent deployment, and a reminder that his crew are excellent too."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair]]
* ''"As a warrior he is a man to fear as he charges towards you. As a surgeon he is also a man to be feared when he charges towards you." '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"If anyone is a solid core of the Rogue Trader dynastic crews, and whose loss would feel like a piece of the heart of the fellowship had been ripped out, it would be this man."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A lot of people are what he is; he's the only one who is who he is. It's a good combination."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"We have seen another side of you now and even through it's distasteful actions was a deep unchangeable loyalty to the empire. Keep hold of that it will strengthen you at need."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Well, that was a very eventful few days, wasn't it. I will still fight alongside you and trust you unhesitatingly with my back - but it would be a lie to say that I am not disappointed."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"I don't think we did the wrong thing, but I just can't help but feel we didn't do the right thing either..."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"No hope in all the void I'm saluting this man. Not because I don't respect him, but cos Id have to say "Yes Daddy""'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* ''"For someone so decisive in battle, he really took his time to make that decision." '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"Mmmm....I think it's a very army thing to have a conflicted psycho-sexual identity. They are very keen on thinking of themselves as leather clad badasses, who glower a lot and may have some unspecified measure of darkness in their soul. But, you know, they also secretly all want cuddles and will invariably find themselves distracted by trying to rescue a void marten trapped in Arkangel's roof. I'd be tempted to put Cartwright in that category. He does brandish a standard with great panache, however,"'' - [[Octavia Viria Lupus|Octavia Viria Lupus]], in helpful conversation with [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair|Artemisia]]
* ''"If I were forced to express an opinion, it would be good for them. But luckily there are enough opinions being shared that I'm not."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"He's getting shot again if Sterling loses any more limbs under his orders, but I'll avoid anything important. I like him."'' - [[Alexandra Euphemia Blake]]
* ''"A brother in arms, it is an honor to have him at my side both in the field as the Scorpion and soon as my best man for the wedding." '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"Always doing what is before him needing to be done. An exemplar."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''" ''Excellent'' Brother-in-law material. I could stand to spend more time with him."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"He did not sustain any lasting physical trauma this landing which is good, but he did fail a pair bonding, I will have to find the manual of "broken hearts" "'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"I fear that you offer me a loyalty, a friendship even, that I shall not be able to repay, in the end."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"A terrible influence on my husband... and his truest friend. We are lucky to know him"'' - [[Alexandra Euphemia Sterling]]
* ''"Truly the greatest Best Man i could ask for. Both a close friend and battle brother.." '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"His blade and gun, bring the emperor's justice on our enemies, I would always call him friend."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"I do understand why you feel a need for gallows humour… as I hope you understand there are lines I will not cross. Perhaps one day I may tell you why - but please do not make that necessary."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"I think this makes him my oldest friend. He did somewhat cheat though."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"You know, you probably would look good in a navy uniform..."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player: Nick Woodruff'''

'''Inspirations:A Bridge Too Far, The Longest Day, Zulu, Ice Cold in Alex. The bugnuts insane stories of family members who fought in WW2'''

'''Soundtrack: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1i0frWyovguZ8V9k5zAR9x '''

[[Category:Characters]]

Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel

2023-11-15T14:40:46Z

Anatos: /* Quotes */

{{PCSummary
|p=[mailto:email@site.com Harland Quarmby]

|Race= Human

|Dynasty= Kasputin

}}

[[File:Archive Image- Rememberancer Smith.jpeg|thumb|[[Special:Upload|Update]] Archive Image: Remembrancer Smith]]

'''Name: Azrael Schwarzekappel'''

'''Dynasty: Kasputin'''

'''Notable Traits: Has a Strong desire to entrench and utilize land mines in almost all circumstances'''

'''Titles: O̶b̶e̶r̶a̶r̶z̶t̶ ̶(̶L̶i̶e̶u̶t̶e̶n̶a̶n̶t̶-̶S̶u̶r̶g̶e̶o̶n̶)̶ Oberstarzt (Surgeon-Colonel), The Surgeon General'''

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== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
A competently trained Veteran Field Surgeon from Krieg's Kolechian 14th Heavy Siege Regiment.
The 14th were disbanded after catastrophic losses caused by a Tau strike-force on the world of Korista

== Lineage ==
One of the billions of faceless vatborn troops of the Death Korps of Krieg

[[File:85181293 3718121464895498 6488708489102229504 n.jpg|250px|thumb|Archive image: Pirate Christmas]]

[[File:84038269 3718121641562147 8641016102635175936 n.jpg|300px|thumb|Archive image, Combat Tournament]]

===Known Associates ===
Currently in service to the Kasputin Dynasty

*Lord Commander Cartwright
*Warrant Officer Jakiri
*Lady Captain Victrix - M.I.A
*Twigjack - M.I.A

== Rumours ==
*- Azrael has a Frenzon addiction
*- Azrael is a clone that arrived in a crate with several others
*- Azrael once had a wife, who died with the rest of his regiment
*- Azrael sleeps in the Conception of Hope's macro cannon magazine

== Quotes ==
* ''"Despite the dangerous quantities of explosives he carries on his person, I cannot help but feel an almost religious sense of reassurance when I see Azrael crossing the battlefield, entrenching tool in hand. I know he has made this patch of earth '''ours'''."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''"Field surgery is a risky business, especially the way we do it. Schwarzekappel would be justified staying in the rear with the gear, but he doesn't. You gotta respect that."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"Scary at first. Soldier's uniform. Needles and knives. He is a good doctor and a good man. I feel safe to see him near."'' - [[Skyfall]]
* ''"A good Officer and medico, as solid as they come and I cant think of any greater praise for a member of the Militarum."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Apart from an in my opinion unprofessional need to dull the pain of his medical procedure. I find it hard to not respect a man who will mine everything wtih such vigour."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Guy has an unhealthy love of blowing things up, for someone who spent time in trenches trying not to get blown up. Still - top bloke!"'' - [[Araquiel|Araq]]
* ''"I do wish he'd stop trying to place mines all over the damn ship..."'' - [[Lady_Navigator-Captain_Victrix_Raltus|Victrix]]
* ''"It was most unusual helping somebody '''keep''' their organs together, but I am glad the Lieutenant-Surgeon told me how to hold the clamp."'' - [[Unit 343-τω1Gj4κ “Twigjack”|Twigjack]]
* ''"More than one person amongst the fleet owes this man their life. They best pay up when it's time to collect on that debt."'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"The Standard Pattern Hug, it was missing something but the thought was nice."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"I am told that in some cultures 'Azrael' is an angel of death. It is a pleasing irony that we all now look to Azrael to keep us alive. There are many great healers amongst us, but none greater than he."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''" With him around I can focus on my duties and don't need to act as a surgeon. He has it all under control in the medbay. "'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''" Keeps a wary eye on me. But those same eyes twinkle with a Haemonculi's curiosity and inquisitive nature when he handles his medical tools."'' - [[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
* ''"If this man fell, there's a good chance we would all fall."'' - [[Araquiel]]
* ''"Party Favour! Hah! The Doc is picking up some Britannicus Battle-Cant"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"He was greatly missed when not at our last deployment. The other medics all just seemed to fall apart without his guidance."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"I owe him more than I can possibly articulate."'' - [[Krauss|Krauss]]
* ''"He's very...forceful. Also he calls me Lady Blair which is extremely confusing."'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]]
* ''"If he can't bring you back, you're dead as hell. Bedside manner could use some improvement, though."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"I doubt Azrael will ever lose a patient under his peerless care. But if he did, I suspect he would besiege the afterlife itself until their soul was ransomed."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''"My hands are much more steady with his guidance and instruction."'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"He is a strong unyielding beacon, knowing he is there makes our camps feal a lot safer."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"The Imperium needs more Field Chirurgeons of his calibre, If he wasn't needed so badly here I would have him posted to a dedicated Chirurgical Schola"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A person of the kind of foundation upon which the Imperium is built, and was built by."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"That man is swift and lethal with that blade, and he doesn't even have to meet your gaze to see your sword coming and block your strike." - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]]
* ''"One of the most likeably terrifying people I've ever met. Worryingly cheerful."'' - [[Rafi]]
* ''"You haven't seen everything until you have seen a medic like Schwartzekappel shoot himself full of Frenzon before a duel and administer a beating like the one he gave his opponent."'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"Frenzon. As if he wasn't dammed well dangerous enough. better keep some on hand for emergencies"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Is he starting to show a more human side? Honestly I think it's actually more disturbing."'' - [[Mac|Lord Captain Macharius Malvoisin]]
* ''"An individual truly deserving of the title Cresistauead. Honorable, dangerous. In a different life he would have fetched a fine price in the arena."'' - [[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
*''"You know one day, some stupid cyka is doing to try to raid our med bay. Imagine getting past killers like myself, Edwari, Rusev, Mac, Wraturd and so on. Only to meet the Regimental fencing champion waiting for them. You would know the God-Emperor has truly turned his wrath upon you then.''" - [[Arkady Borovich]]
* ''"Even when having to wear 'the' hat his skills as a Swordsman and Surgeon make him stand out more amungst others. " '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"Frenzon, Huh. Perhaps we have more in common than I first thought."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"It's easy to face the enemy with an assault cannon in your hands. It's a brave man who does it holding a scalpel. Saying that, I once saw the doc call in an airstrike against an emplaced sniper, so he's not exactly unarmed."'' - [[Sgt. Iago Lennon|Sgt. Iago Lennon]]
* ''"I am pleased to see that he is as skilled with a rapier as he is with a scalpel. One never knows when one might have need of one or the other."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"Kriegsman earn their reputation and he is a standout Kriegsman. Swift with a blade and capable of wrecking shop when high on THAT drug. If he starts yelling and screaming; Run."'' - [[Decius Crane]]
* ''"It appears he can coordinate a mine field just as effectively as he can a surgical team. "'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"It was good to be able to co-ordinate some research with him, unhindered by that which would have held us back from success."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"A hard man, from a hard people, but he chooses life over death time and again. We'd all be by the Emperor's side without him."'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"One would quickly run out of compliments for this man."'' - [[Stenberg]]
*''"I could be bleeding to death and seeing the white light of the Emperor, yet remain entirely calm and confident in his abilities to keep me on this mortal plane. He has my favour, my respect, and no small amount of awe at his swordsmanship"'' [[Anahita]]
* ''"A competent doctor is always good to have around."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"He talked me through my first ever surgery and it was amazing! Also it worked, which was a definite bonus."'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair|Artemisia]]
* ''"I could not ask for a better right hand man"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I suppose it's just 'fine' that this cresistauead can just lock up your body so that he might work his talents upon you..." - [[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
* ''"People know he's skilled, and that he's brave. But not so many know he's funny. The man applies anaesthetic with exquisite comic timing."'' - [[Sgt. Iago Lennon|Sgt. Iago Lennon]]
* ''"I have tried to stand in his place and my respect has risen tremendously. I am nothing compared to his skill coordinating a medbay." '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"++++ Calling Conception of Hope, This is Cartwright. Inform the XO to prep the med-bay, I need new eyes, out ++++"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A man of focus. Of commitment, of sheer will. However, I cannot help but feel that... no. Not my place."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"Good at what he does - so he does it a '''lot.''' The sardonic comments are the best part, though, hands down."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"Very practical in matters medical, and I've worked well with him before when we're having to improvise solutions."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"A true rock, a foundation. What is it that you want though, that you seek?"'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
*''"He is a close friend, of which i have had few. Working along side him is always an honour." -[[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* ''"His mind is always working faster than any other surgeon. I can barely keep up normally, but on Klay he is a blur." '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"Well it's better than Frenzon, though I do worry about what he will end up taking next."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Nice to have him back. You feel a little better going out on a tough run knowing he's back at the bar."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"A fine swordsman, a terrifying demolitions expert, a fearsome medic, ''and'' he has an excellent range in tiny sandwiches..."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair]]
* ''"A hollow man that puts other hollow men back together again... I hope that there is something more for him out here. Anyone who has saved as many lives as this man has, deserves at least that much."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"He maintains our bodies so our spirits can fight on in the Emperor's name."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"It is a credit to your work and your deeds just how scary the situation becomes when you are down, too."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"At this point I think he's been inside of me more than my food has. Speaking of which, where did I leave that corpse starch..."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player: Harland Quarmby'''

'''Inspirations: Death Korps of Krieg Infantry'''

'''Soundtrack:'''

[[Category:Characters]]

Slate "Scrapjack" Duster

2023-11-14T22:34:23Z

Anatos:

{{PCSummary
|p=[Mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]
|Race=Human
|Dynasty=Dunrega
}}

'''Name:''' Slate Duster - also known as Scrapjack

'''Dynasty:''' [[Dunrega]] (formerly [[Summers]])

'''Notable Traits:''' Looks like he belongs in a Hive

'''Titles:''' Lord Captain, Rogue Trader
[[File:Slatepowerarmour2.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Slate in power armour]]
[[File:ThingsGoBoom.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Things that make you go Boom!]]
[[File:Slatepaintrain.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Pain Train Incoming!]]

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== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
* Hailing from Hive Ichadon Secundus on the now dead world (following Exterminatus Extremis) Dunrega VI.
* Former miner and member of a local gang.
* Slate has joined up with the Drifter Fleet, along with other survivors of his homeworld.
* Joined the Summers Dynasty as part of Spiders retinue.
* Received his Warrant of Trade abruptly
* Renamed and re-organised the Dynasty

== Lineage ==
Born in the lower levels of a Hive, he has never been considered to be anything but "Hiver scum". No education and no prospects of rising up the spires. He was taught how to use demolitions and how to fight. The rest, he picked up on the way. As part of the drifter fleet, he has picked up some of their rotes and traditions

===Known Associates ===

* Alexi Borovich
* [[The Borovich Family]]
* [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* Von Den Tötten
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* [[Spider|Lord Captain/Shaman Summers]]
* [[Sgt. Iago Lennon]]

== Rumours ==
* Had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty
* Slate turned the former president of the Dock Workers Union into a servitor
* Tattooed several Lord Captains and their crews following a drunken and rowdy celebration
* Has a kill counter built into his power armour
* Despite being jovial, has a brutal and cruel side
* Is addicted to combat drugs

== Quotes ==
[[File:Cptslate.png|272px|thumb|left|Lord Captain on deck!]]
* ''"Only just met the chap, but I can see he knows his way around improvised explosives. wonder where he picked that skill up?"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A new Lord Captain, hmm? Interesting. What will he add to this company, I wonder."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A decent warrior and all round competent from what I have seen so far. I will be watching his career as a lord Captain with great interest"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"One of the common workers turned Noble and Rogue Trader. It will be interesting to see how this works out."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"As a previous FNG, I have to say he's doing as well as I did; maybe better."'' - [[Mac]]
*''"Seems like a capable captain. Totally different perspective, and I like that in a person."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You have my attention, and not in a bad way."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"He led competently and was skilled on those missions I went on with him."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Scum of the Earth? Absolutely. But that's ''Lord-Captain'' Scum of the Earth to you, and you'll remember that he holds that Title and my respect for a reason."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"My third favourite Lord Captain, I think. Hold his friendship close when the night is dark and your back is against a wall"'' [[Octavia Viria Lupus]]
* ''"A competent leader if not in the style I am not used. Efficient in combat. I find myself keen to work with him in future."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"OK, he's a ruffian, but he's our ruffian and we like him."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"As a Lord Captain he is unique, but as an artist he is a travesty. " '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"Id query where he acquired ''that'' but I think the clue is in his name, its certainly rusty enough"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I do not know if it is powerarmour or just fat slabs of metal strapped to him, whichever it is his courage wearing ti into battle is worthy of the Emperor himself."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"We should talk - I would learn about how I can help you, support you, before it becomes a regret."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He has taken the warrant and run with it. Glad to have him with us, a solid dependable man of action."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player:''' Tony Goddard

'''Inspirations:''' Jayne Cobb (Firefly), Tony Montana (Scarface), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), typical House Orlock ganger

'''Soundtrack:''' https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3fdnIhtphB8VkJm1KjB87u?si=625febb81f474068

[[Category:Characters]]

File:Slatepaintrain.jpg

2023-11-14T22:32:41Z

Anatos: The pain train is incoming - Photo by Ben Smith

The pain train is incoming - Photo by Ben Smith

Slate "Scrapjack" Duster

2023-11-14T22:16:30Z

Anatos:

{{PCSummary
|p=[Mailto:anatos.goddard@googlemail.com Tony Goddard]
|Race=Human
|Dynasty=Dunrega
}}

'''Name:''' Slate Duster - also known as Scrapjack

'''Dynasty:''' [[Dunrega]] (formerly [[Summers]])

'''Notable Traits:''' Looks like he belongs in a Hive

'''Titles:''' Lord Captain, Rogue Trader
[[File:Slatepowerarmour2.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Slate in power armour]]
[[File:ThingsGoBoom.jpg|309px|thumb|right|Things that make you go Boom!]]

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==
* Hailing from Hive Ichadon Secundus on the now dead world (following Exterminatus Extremis) Dunrega VI.
* Former miner and member of a local gang.
* Slate has joined up with the Drifter Fleet, along with other survivors of his homeworld.
* Joined the Summers Dynasty as part of Spiders retinue.
* Received his Warrant of Trade abruptly
* Renamed and re-organised the Dynasty

== Lineage ==
Born in the lower levels of a Hive, he has never been considered to be anything but "Hiver scum". No education and no prospects of rising up the spires. He was taught how to use demolitions and how to fight. The rest, he picked up on the way. As part of the drifter fleet, he has picked up some of their rotes and traditions

===Known Associates ===

* Alexi Borovich
* [[The Borovich Family]]
* [[Severina Von Den Tötten]]
* Von Den Tötten
* Reyna "Canary" Steelcat
* [[Spider|Lord Captain/Shaman Summers]]
* [[Sgt. Iago Lennon]]

== Rumours ==
* Had a vision from the Emperor that he would one day become Lord-Captain of his own Dynasty
* Slate turned the former president of the Dock Workers Union into a servitor
* Tattooed several Lord Captains and their crews following a drunken and rowdy celebration
* Has a kill counter built into his power armour
* Despite being jovial, has a brutal and cruel side
* Is addicted to combat drugs

== Quotes ==
[[File:Cptslate.png|272px|thumb|left|Lord Captain on deck!]]
* ''"Only just met the chap, but I can see he knows his way around improvised explosives. wonder where he picked that skill up?"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"A new Lord Captain, hmm? Interesting. What will he add to this company, I wonder."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"A decent warrior and all round competent from what I have seen so far. I will be watching his career as a lord Captain with great interest"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"One of the common workers turned Noble and Rogue Trader. It will be interesting to see how this works out."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"As a previous FNG, I have to say he's doing as well as I did; maybe better."'' - [[Mac]]
*''"Seems like a capable captain. Totally different perspective, and I like that in a person."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"You have my attention, and not in a bad way."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"He led competently and was skilled on those missions I went on with him."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Scum of the Earth? Absolutely. But that's ''Lord-Captain'' Scum of the Earth to you, and you'll remember that he holds that Title and my respect for a reason."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"My third favourite Lord Captain, I think. Hold his friendship close when the night is dark and your back is against a wall"'' [[Octavia Viria Lupus]]
* ''"A competent leader if not in the style I am not used. Efficient in combat. I find myself keen to work with him in future."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"OK, he's a ruffian, but he's our ruffian and we like him."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"As a Lord Captain he is unique, but as an artist he is a travesty. " '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"Id query where he acquired ''that'' but I think the clue is in his name, its certainly rusty enough"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I do not know if it is powerarmour or just fat slabs of metal strapped to him, whichever it is his courage wearing ti into battle is worthy of the Emperor himself."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"We should talk - I would learn about how I can help you, support you, before it becomes a regret."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He has taken the warrant and run with it. Glad to have him with us, a solid dependable man of action."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player:''' Tony Goddard

'''Inspirations:''' Jayne Cobb (Firefly), Tony Montana (Scarface), Tyler Durden (Fight Club), typical House Orlock ganger

'''Soundtrack:''' https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3fdnIhtphB8VkJm1KjB87u?si=625febb81f474068

[[Category:Characters]]

Octavia Viria Lupus

2023-11-14T22:11:29Z

Anatos: /* Quotes */

Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander

2023-11-14T21:42:04Z

Anatos: /* Quotes */

{{PCSummary
|p=[mailto:email@site.com Matthew Tait]

|Race= Human

|Dynasty= Alexander

}}

[[Image:Rt.png|thumb|Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander]]

'''Name: Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander'''

'''Dynasty: Alexander'''

'''Notable Traits: Fun loving, Extravagant dresser'''

'''Titles: Primarus Psyker, Lord Captain'''

__NOTOC__

== Information Known by Arkangel Society ==

Born on a heavily industrialised imperial world he was brought to the black ships at a young age. As soon as he was free he was recruited as a psyker specialist to a mercenary company serving as an anti psyker assassin.

He left not long after the company was hired by Lord Captain Alexander Winter Alexander. Seeing the opportunity for new freedoms, a chance to see things no one else could and operate under the protection of an imperial warrant he joined his crew. It did not take long for him to descend into a life of decadence and over indulgence.

Currently on Arkangel he is openly critical of the dockworkers union, if they want a say at the table they should earn a warrant like the rest of us, everyone needs to accept their place. He also has little respect for the University, stupid children playing with things they have no clue about.

Maximillion was not originally in the line of succession for the Alexander Warrant. No one is quite sure how he came by the Alexander but several notable administratum officials have verified the validity of his claim and there has so far been no complaints from Seraph where the Dynasties main holdings are.

== Lineage ==

He has no notable lineage.

===Known Associates ===

He has has close ties to the Palawi.

He is know to spend a lot of time with the mercenaries of Charon's Thunder Free Company.

[[Skyfall]] They were once increadably close, after a large confrontation they are not seen near each other very often and when they are it is only barely cordial.

[[Pippan D'Emma]] - His primary navigator and one of the few people that can get him to curtail the more extreme of his excesses.

[[Araquiel]] - His current 'Chief Engineer' after bribing him to let him onto his crew he is not sure what role he actually performs on his ship, Araquiel has however proven himself to be immensely useful so he does not question it him too much.

[[Damian]] "Baby Doc" - Often found fussing of Max after he has done something silly to hurt himself or overdosed. Damian is probably his best friend.

== Rumours ==

His coat is actually is possessed by an archdeamon of the Lord of Excess. Max himself merely being the vessel it controls.

His debauchery is all an act to hide a cunning mind and make his enemies understimate him.

He is actually a talented Mechanic.

Bzzzz

== Quotes ==
* ''"Have you tried snorking?"'' - ''Himself''
* ''"That Max legitimately considers huffing Ork spores a viable pastime should be all you need know of the Lord Captain. Some may see foolhardiness and decadence; I prefer to see courage and fortitude."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''"I don't know what everyone's complaining about, I say that guy's a snappy dresser."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"Peel the orange!"'' - -[[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
* ''"Much cleverer than people think he is, because they do not understand him. I do not blame people for not understanding. His mask is very good. But he is one of the saddest people I know." '' - [[Skyfall]]
* ''"He's like a Vostroyon Cyber-Peacock with a drug addiction. Fantastic brain, just surprised he hasn't managed to melt it out of his skull"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"So, yeah, reckon it turns out Captain Fancy Pants is not ''all'' sparkle. Kinda reminds me of my first Lord-Captain. Not sure either of them'd like the comparison."'' - [[Spider]]
* ''"Fetch me the name of this man's tailor. Someone's about to get '''PAID!''' '' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"Stop it. Just stop. Now. Get the fuck over it and move on, or I'll make sure the air filtration units in your room only ever blow unscented, basic, unflavoured, undrugged, normal air ever again."'' - [[Araquiel|Araq]]
* ''"I've had hangovers that hurt less than looking at his jacket. Still though, I haven't died everytime I've psychically linked with him so it's not all bad."'' - [[Lady_Navigator-Captain_Victrix_Raltus|Victrix]]
* ''"Patience."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"That outfit is an excellent distraction but what is going on underneath I wonder?"'' - [[Sireena Cerastes|Lord-Captain Sireena Jocasta of the Blood of House Cerastes]]
* ''"At first I think he is just a fop. Then I think he is fop and usless drug addled wreck. Then I think he is drug addled fop who can turn you inside out with a blink of his eye. Now I think he is somthing else. He has more layers than the underhive''"* -[[Arkady Borovich]]
* ''"Im not sure if his attire is Fashion or an attempt at dazzle camouflage. He outwardly seems to be a hedonistic aristocrat but I've seen hints something underneath that'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Lieutenant-Surgeon Azrael]]
* ''"Observation: Well protected against assassination. Just remove the coat."'' - [[Unit 343-τω1Gj4κ “Twigjack”|Twigjack]]
* ''"He frequently gets what he wants. He just doesn't want the same things as most of us."'' - [[Erasmus Bloom]]
* ''"Rawr! "'' - [[Regimental Mascot Elizabeth]]
* ''"I used to berate him for his risky habits as a psyker. I no longer feel I have any sort of moral high ground on this subject, given what I just did...and plan to do."'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"There is a point where the intensity of human anguish becomes... sad."'' - [[Ed'wari Ky'mn|Ed'wari]]
* ''"All the world's a stage, but sometimes it is best to not peek behind the curtain and see true pain."'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"He does NOT have to move his chair back just for you!"'' - Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair, getting surprisingly angry in defense of [https://wiki.norestforthewicked.org.uk/Orderly_Officer_Charles_Bernard_Sterling Sterling]
* ''"I am hard on Max. For two reasons: I am an asshole and because he has yet to fulfill his potential. Hopefully he will achieve his destiny before he sets me on fire."'' - [[Arkady Borovich]]
* ''"In clear need of some Psychological care. The Medicae Manual prescribed hug and "There there" was insufficient."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"As odd as it is to me, I was rather perturbed by seeing him less than his usual, depraved chipper self. Damned if I know how to help him, not my bailiwick, hope he gets things sorted."'' * - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I used to think he knows exactly what he is doing, every moment, every day. Now, I know better."'' - [[Araquiel]]
* ''"Remember who you are. Remember that you are '''Lord Captain''' Maximillion Alexander."'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"Just when I had given up on him, he redeemed himself with nothing but a ''look''. God Emperor help me, but I'll see him realise his greatness even if it kills me."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''"This it's just a flesh wound." While intestines are falling out of a gaping stomach wound'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Thought those Crom bastards had got him at one point, fellow looked a mess in surgery. Didn't realise how much he had grown on me."'' * - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"I...don't understand him. I thought I did. I think he worries me. Or I'm worried for him."'' - [[Artemisia Minerva Tabbris Blair]]
* ''"Better than before. But is the butterfly the final stage or is there at least one more chrysalis?"'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"He needs help, but I don't know who can help him. The rest of us just have to keep him safe until that person turns up."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"He goes through life as if sleepwalking. One day, he will awaken."'' - [[Through Boiling Clouds of Thunder|Thunder]]
* ''"Damm, all those people. I'm not sure what I can do to help him, but whatever it takes, Hell, even if I have to keep him company on a month long bender"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"It's done. It's over. You ruined it."'' - [[Skyfall]]
* ''"Stand tall and do not let others push you around. When Max learns this we will see what he is made of."'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"I was curious as to why he so vehemently did not want pain relief and then someone pointed out that he "gets his rocks off to the pain"... I don't know what to think about this... may have to review his psy report"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Surgeon General Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"Certainly makes an impression - and there is definitely a place for that, this far from the bastions of the Imperium."'' - [[Stenberg|Missionary Stenberg]]
* ''"Do you trust me?"'' - [[Romeles_Uriel_Corinthian_Blair|Lord Captain Blair]]
* ''"It was interesting to experience Narcotics under his "supervision". Not sure what to say about his casual experimentation with Frenzon however"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"I'd say he might grow a little now, but either way his public face will stay the same."'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"Nah, what I'm sayin' is - I went round to see him, and he poured the wine without using his hands. ''That's'' what kinda bloke a TK is."'' - [[Spider]], using Max to illustrate a drunken theory about psykers.
* ''"Drugs... so many drugs... At least they're good ones. Wait, this recorder isn't on rig-"'' - [[Decius Crane]]
* ''"Clearly terrible habits and the worst gun safety I've ever seen, but very friendly and willing to step up and offer aid when required, even (or especially) when it's something experimental."'' - [[Alexandra Euphemia Blake]]
* ''" It appears behind the buffoonery there is more to this man. "'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"If you're bored then you're boring. Or maybe just a challenge..."'' - [[Obstinacy Jones|Stacy]]
* ''"Next time, _don't_ keep taking the bloody drugs!"'' - [[Friedrich Sternenlicht]]
* ''"Remains an undisciplined Psyker who has given into his own excesses. For all that he still has value..."'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"Going to get someone killed one day, maybe even me."'' - [[Rusev]]
* ''"He must have worth beyond his easily-visible façade. He must. Those who follow him do not do so blindly, nor do they seem fools."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He is intelligent. Moreso than many give him credit for. He has an excellent tailor and trust me when I say that people don't dress that brightly unless they're covering something deep and dark."'' [[Anahita]]
* ''"None of us'' needs ''to be anything. But Max'' deserves ''to be happy. And right now he doesn't even know what happy is."'' [[Augustronomos Corophasian-Ingamar-Vicher]]
* ''"WHAT DID YOU DO TO CARTWRIGHT! MY EYES STILL BURN!"'' - [[Oberarzt Azrael Schwarzekappel|Azrael Schwarzekappel]]
* ''"Hahaha, good show that man! reminds me of cutting loose in the old days, I shall have to repay him in kind, I do like a good jape!"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"He reminds me too much of an old friend. If he keeps it up he will end up with a similar fate."'' [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"I'll stand with him until the end, which I fear may come too soon."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair]]
* ''"And how will you face the approach of that final curtain, Lord-Captain? Please continue to remember that you need not face it alone."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"There is still time. Just maybe not much."'' - [[Mac|Lord-Captain Macharius Malvoisin]]
* ''"Strength, I finally saw the strength of Lord Captain Maximillion's soul when we came back twisted with Kane Gas"'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"He'z pretty flash 'imself. I guess. But all together too squishy! I fink that coat wood look better on me...don't ye fink..hur hur hur!"'' - [[Wruturd]]
* ''"I made what has proven to be a mistake, with you. I would like to correct it - if you will allow me."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"He's becoming so dependable that I'm actually stating to get a little worried . . . ."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"Really should get him a block of good fresh Scrape to try . . . ."'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]
* ''"He will be changed by this, but not too much I hope."'' - [[Capt._Cartwright|Cartwright]]
* ''"You have been given something so few people ever have a chance at. I know, because I have been there too. Do not waste this gift, it would be churlish of you to do so.'' - [[Ambrose Cordell Tollman]]
* ''"The light of the God Emperor can be sobering. Its power is clear when it can give even him clarity of mind." '' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"My last card was ''The Astronomicon'', which is apparently replicated by shining a torch at Max's new jacket."'' - [[Romeles Uriel Corinthian Blair|Lord-Captain Romeles Blair]]
* ''"The Emperor's light has saved me and shown me the greatest pleasure is his to grant."'' - [[Lord Captain Maximillion Alexander|Maximillion]]
* ''"Does no one else find the sequins really strokable?"'' - [[Octavia Viria Lupus]]
* ''"You let him bee-baptise you, you dumb bastard!"'' - [[Mac]]
* ''"Newly invigorated faith can be intoxicating, but next time try to show it without taking part in heathens's ceremonies."'' - [[Orderly Officer Charles Bernard Sterling|Sterling]]
* ''"Do you have a spare one of those shirts? Although if you tell anyone, I shall tell them that it is for burning or something."'' - [[Stenberg]]
* ''"I never thought he would be one I would trust to stand with me in the darkness and bring the light, but here we are. It is nice to be able to rely on him."'' - [[Tomas J Rexuz]]
* ''"Im just surpirsed he didnt get a demijon of mead after that"'' - [[Slate "Scrapjack" Duster]]

== OOC Information ==

'''Player: Matthew Tait'''

'''Inspirations:'''

'''Soundtrack:'''

[[Category:Characters]]