i lol'd

So fucked up... but awesome.

Fapping furiously.

Was Taldeer drunk or something?

>>1422023
Reverse 40k. Didn't see a new thread up, so decided I'd just post it.

This works. Hopefully, the other thread was archived.

I'm confused and aroused.

>>1422047

I still have the other thread up if anyone wants me to save it.

>>1422003
So what does this make Dark Eldar?

>>1422067
Loyal holy servants of His Great Pious Benevolence Slaanesh.

Save the fucker.

It was epic.

>>1422083
So, what, Battle Sisters?

>>1422083
>>1422096
So this means Sisters are...OH FUCK YES

>>1422093

Here it is:

>>1417593

Eldarz iz made fur fightin' an' winnin'

>>1422115
And being dicks.

>>1422123

>>1422311
I bet Eldrad switched their real banner with his picture while they weren't looking.

>>1422318

What a dick.

>>1422318
Yes. That was the joke.

Reverse 40k switches are:
Orks and Eldar
Space Marines (and the imperium in general) switch with Tyranid
Tau and Chaos switch, with The Chaos gods representing their inverse.
Kroot and IG switch
Dark Eldar and SoB switch
Necrons take on part Daemonhunters, part Adeptus Mechanicus. Also, Traitor Necrons, swayed by chaos, take The Lost and The Damned.
No one really has taken the necron perspective.

Here's the wikichan:
http://www.wikichan.org/index.php/Reverse_40k

>>1422311
Someone HAS to do this, make the banner a pic of Eldrad and replace the capture phrases with "What a dick" and the likes.

Wait, so Tyranids are the Imperium and Kroot are the Imperial Guard.


It makes so much sense!


So, whose the Norn-Queen of Xenos Kind?

>>1422350
>Dark Eldar and SoB switch
It was better when SoB switched with kroot. Way more awesome and bizarre.

They revere some kind of hive queen as a central deity.

>>1422405
I agree that the Kroot-SoB had a better story than the DE-SoB. The latter was kind of weird and had robots for no explained reason.
Overall, though, the DE and the SoB make for better opposites. We just need Writefags to prove it.

>>1422003
This needs moar Farboss drawfaggotry. I'd do it but I've got a tabletop game after work today, so I can't sit around on the computer

>>1422424
I think the writefag was trying to reverse eachone with themselves not with each other. SOB hate fighting are afraid of it and just spend time being lazy, drinking, and having sex. While the dark eldar are pious and pure and non hostile.

Eldar - Orks and Tyranids - SM are the only good switches made.

Necrons would be a Cybernetic race who remain mostly peaceful, embracing life in all it's aspects.

Imperium would be humans, but are incredibly technologically advanced. They value the pursuit of knowledge and technology, religion having been banished from their culture.

Tyranids would be wandering nomads of the Universe, settling on barren planets and seeding them with life.

"Arcien!" Brother Tidus of the Ultramarines screamed. "Arcien, don't die on me!" He held his Dark Eldar friend in his arms, in the middle of the battlefield. Arcien was bleeding and it looked like there was not much the Space Marine could do to help him.

"Tidus... a-any help... comes to late..."
"No Arcien, that is not tr-"
With his last piece of strength, the Dark Eldar put his fingers on the Tidus' lips, causing him to stop talking.

"It... i-it was an honour my... friend..."
Still having Arcien's finger on his lips, a single tear ran down his cheek, quickly followed by a couple of more. Soon, all sounds of the surrounding explosions and gunfire disappeared, leaving only a very quiet and soft sorrowful melody. It was the melody Tidus and Arcien used to play when they were kids.

Both have fought many battles together, side by side with other Space Marines and Dark Eldar. Tidus nearly started crying, seeing his best friend dying in his own arms and not being able to help him. "F-Farewell... my... friend...".
Arcien made his last breath... and died.

>>1422490
So they'd be pre-heresy Imperium.

>>1422492
Love can bloom?

>>1422542
Nah, they were just buddies. Best buddies.

>>1422574

"Hi, I'm Tidus, and this my hetero life partner Arcien"

Shut up, SM can't be gay. ;_;

>>1422061

OP from other thread here, it was all archived here. :'D http://www.wikichan.org/index.php/Reverse_40k

>>1422587
An hour after the battle ended, the river was still dammed with their bodies. The battle had raged, the glut of orks striking upon the lines of the Raven's Guard, forced to fall back again and again and again, for a good five miles, winnowing away the horde.

Now, the corpses clogged the river, black and green melting over one another under the hot noon day sun. A great deal of them were perforated, ruined, torn to shreds, slipping and tearing apart in the fingers of the Astartes as they cleaned the river out, tossing them onto great piles, where the licking tongues of promethium did their work. It was long, tedious, work. But let it not be said that Astartes leave a job undone.

Crossing through the long, yellow stalks came a caravan of gawkers, from the hive, come to the calm after the storm. Some, carefully sifting through the dirt to seek shells left unfound by the techmarines. Others, to simply gaze upon the Astartes, children of the Holy Emperor, all.

One woman however, looked carefully at the pack of marines, with a more careful eye. Her eyes, behind elaborate crystal lenses that beggared her house for a month, settled upon one of the helmetless marines, rising from the muck, gauntlets dripping with blood.

The woman, and her servants holding her coat tails, approached.

>>1422609

Incoming copypasta.

>>1422609
"Brother Marine? I say, Brother Marine?"

The armor clad figure turns, halfway reaching for his helmet. Amicable curiosity set upon his heavy features.

"Noble madam," he says, before hesitating a moment, "Memnon?" At her look of astonishment with a hint of fear, he grinned, "I was briefed ma'am. Same as the rest. Do you carry questions from your lord? Assure him, the day has been won. Clean up operations shou-"
"That's not what I'm here for," She interrupted, perhaps, she thinks to herself with a bit of apprehension, a bit too boldly, as the marine's brothers look over at the scene. The marine, furrowing his brow, looked at Memnon, before gazing and nodding back to his cohort.
"Of course madam. I suppose I can spare a few moments for a loyal servant of the Emperor. What is it then?" He reaches down, scraping off orken flesh from his hands, all the while mumbling the Rites of Maintenance.
"What is your name?"
"-nissiah look favorabl- Brother Adept Tullus, milady, -upon my ministrations, take no offence-"
"Indeed, well, Brother Tullus, I was...In admiration of your efforts and was wondering if you might accept a reward."
"ministrations- The Captain will accept all material goods at his judgement, we are not a mercenary band-bugger I always forget this bit-"
"You misunderstand," The Lady stepped forward, looking up at the marine, "This is a gift for YOU."
The marine paused, frowned, looked down. She batted her inch long eyelashes at him. He sighed.
"No."

>>1422611

Quickly, counter!

>>1422611
The servants, as one, stepped back, in involuntary fear.
"N-N-No?" She stepped forward, driving one heel deep in the mud, holding her skirt up with some violence, "Hah, hah, I-I-I do NOT believe you understand QUITE what I am offering here-"
Brother Tullus shook his head, running a gauntlet over his short cropped hair, then frowning as he gazed on it, "Oh but I do. It's not been the first time some dynasty has gotten the idea to augment its gene pool, and believe you me I am ENTIRELY flattered, but it just won't work."
Lady Memnon flustered, stuttered then shouted, "WHY not?"

Brother Tullus, unable to help him self, set his eyes at a crawl to the heavens as he spread his arms, despairing of what passed for nobility these past centuries, "Are you honestly asking this?"

Lady Memnon glanced down, before petulantly muttering something about armor and really how he could let her do the work.
"Do you really want to tackle the physics of this? Sure, in theory, I can take off my tonnes of armor, ignoring the many bionics and enhancements throughout my person and the fact I'm unsure the equipment even works anymore, lay myself down on the ground, and you could hop up and down on me, and it would have all the erotic appeal of a woman humping a pipe set in a ground."

Some titters and giggles erupted from the crowd as she turned crimson, as he continued, "This of course precludes the actually possibility of birthing a child with my modified genes," he waved his hand at her dainty form, "Something I wouldn't wish upon you. Finally, I'm a servant of the Emperor, not some Johnny call boy, and I have REAL work to do," He let his arm drop, as he shook his head, and redonned his helmet, "Call up some hiver, I'm sure he'd be only too glad."

The space marine returned to his comrades, who silently stared back at him, and the unmoving Lady Memnon, frozen with fury and embarrassment.

>>1422613
"Another one?" Intoned Brother Augustine.
"Indeed, Brother. I had to give an impromptu lesson in anatomy," the vox crackled back and forth, to the onlookers it appeared the marines returned to scooping the foul xenos from their river in silence.
"Did you explain the, 'split you like an axe splits a lo-'"
"No, Brother Augustine, I felt I had to be respectful, besides," With a grunt, Tullus heaved a wedged in power klaw out of the mire of bodies, "I didn't have the heart to tell her about me and Francis."

He turned, and saw Brother Francis across the bank, heaving two corpses over his shoulders. They waved to one another happily.

"Emperor's breath," murmured Augustine as he shook his head, "You better not wake us all up again with your caterwauling tonight."
"Maybe you'd like to grab her before she leaves?"
"Nah. Not enough muscle."

Lady Memnon stalked off, her dress trailing mud and ork's blood, leaving the Raven Guard to their dirty work.

Guardswoman Selena was tough. She knew it, her squadmates knew it, many a drunk in her regiment knew it. She could keep up with the men in training, she could outshoot many of them, she more often than not came off second in feats of strength but she could damn well send teeth flying when she wanted to. She was an excellent soldier, and she always thought that would be enough.

She knew better now. The Emperor protects, but she knew now that he couldn’t be everywhere at once. Her trenchline would soon be overrun, most of her squadmates were dead and the Tyranids were coming again. The ground shook with their advance, the vibrations moving up her legs and her armoured torso. Her helmet fell off her head, revealing short-cropped brown hair. She had always been considered beautiful, if rather tomboyish, but none of that would matter now. She would simply be more biomass for the voracious appetites of their inhuman foes.

Toward the trench came a neverending mass of claws, chitin, drooling maws and dripping tentacular appendages. The few hundred Guardsmen left in the trench, under orders to hold their ground and saddled with the knowledge that retreat was impossible anyway, levelled their lasguns and hoped that something, anything, would save them. The sound of flapping wings attracted the attention of the Hydra gunners, who began to fire at cloud of Garygoyles who darkened the sky in their numbers. As the Gaunts approached close enough to be fired upon, bursts of angry red light erupted from the Guard’s lines. Selena gritted her teeth and forgot her training as she fired wildly into the charging swarm. She would stop them, or she would die. There was no other alternative.

>>1422620

For all her bravery, it was not nearly enough. The Gargoyles’ weapons tore through the Guardsmen, tiny killer beetles burrowing through their flesh and leaving ruined heaps where good men once stood. The Gaunts reached the trench even through the fusillade of lasgun fire, the hundreds of casualties they took leaving hundreds more alive. The Imperial soldiers fought bravely for the most part, and were slaughtered mercilessly by the stabbing abominations that overran them. Blood filled the trenches, and Selena fixed her bayonet and resolved to sell her life dearly.

She screamed ferally as she charged the nearest Gaunt, stabbing her weapon through its jaw. The creature hissed and pulled back in preparation to strike her, but then it stopped. Its soulless eyes passed over her, and as if from some unseen command, the Gaunt turned and sped off after its bretheren. Selena screamed as another Gaunt ran past her and knocked her to her feet in its mad rush. She was not being attacked by the same creatures that had annihilated her friends, her fellows. Blind rage overtook her. As she clutched her weapon once more, a deceptively fast creature that she knew as a Ravener grabbed her in its massive claws and whisked her off to an unknown destination. She struggled against its massive strength, eyes wide with terror.

She woke up in a bizarre structure that she guessed was a Nid hive spire. Her first reaction was one that had served her well in the past: “You fuckers, let me go right now you Emperor-damned frag-sucking shits! I’ll fucking kill you! I’ll fucking kill you all!”

>>1422622

She kicked and screamed, but her hands and legs were bound with some sort of powerful organic rope, and she was stuck into a soft socket in the wall that fit her rather comfortably, as if the living walls of the structure had changed shape to accommodate her. Or, she thought with confusion, perhaps it was designed for her.

The room was quite small, actually. The living room was very warm, and she was sweating. The wall was quite comfortable on her flesh, but that didn’t register: she was in an alien environment. She tried to recall her lessons regarding capture by the enemy, but none of them seemed to apply. The Nids wouldn’t question her, if they wanted her knowledge they could have eaten her on the battlefield. They must have something else in mind, but what? Selena’s struggles ceased momentarily as she noticed something very bizarre.

She was naked.

Her head snapped to the sight of a creature entering the room. The warmth and humidity already had her sweating profusely, but now it was due to nervousness as well. The creature was fearsome, and of a kind she had never seen before.

She HAD fought Tyranids and survived, and she had paid close attention in the biology briefings. The creature that entered the room resembled the most recent breed of Lictors, complete with flesh hooks, feeder tentacle maw, and massive physique. However, she had never seen a Lictor ‘armed’ with fully tentacular appendages as arms, like a full set of lash whips in the place of fingers.

It was coming towards her.

Her naked, sweating body was slippery against the soft wall, and she struggled to see if she could slip out, but to no avail. The tentacle-Lictor continue to approach, tentacles dripping with the lubrication that covered all Tyranid organisms. She thought she should be thankful that it had no claws, but for some reason, she was just as uneasy. What possible use could a Tyranid organism have for a captured, naked woman?

>>1422625

The tentaclictor stopped only a foot from her writing body. She could feel its warmth on her, and she only began to sweat even more. It ran in rivulets over her heaving breasts, dropping to her feet and running in between her thighs. She was panicking now, and had no idea what to expect.

The creature kneeled down, and hissed. Its tentacled maw moved like so many small snakes, and it leaned closer to her. She could feel its hot breath on her pelvic region, and her eyes began to dart wildly around the room for some means of escape. She found none, and began to kick at the creature with grunts of anger. Not deterred, the creature’s fleshy maw touched her genitals.

Her eyes went wide for a moment in realisation of what was happening before the fleshy appendages slid inside of her.

She screamed, her legs struggling against their bonds, resulting only in her making things easier for her attacker. Her screams slowly began to increase in volume as the tentacles worked inside of her, the soft, squish arms working their way back and forth inside of her vagina, softly caressing the inner walls and making her thighs quiver in involuntary pleasure. She thrashed in an attempt to escape, but only succeeded in thrusting her thighs further over the exploring appendages inside of her. The creature drooled, and while it seemed to derive no pleasure from its acutely sexual act, Selena could not help but excrete, her wetness making the slipping of the fleshy maw even more intense in sensation.

Her eyes rolled around her head. What was happening? And why did it feel so good? And why was she afraid, but not disgusted?

The creature worked its head backward and forward, and its own lubricants and Selena’s own vaginal secretions mixed with the sweat to drip inexorably down her hairless legs. She thrusted, thrashed, she moved for the sake of moving. She didn’t know whether she did it out of fear, or some perverse pleasure.

>>1422625

The appendages kept moving inside of her, in and out, caressing her, touching her, moving around her clitoris and massaging her. It was like twelve of the most talented tongues were working in and around her genitalia, and she could not help but moan with the power of the sensation. Her breasts, soaked with sweat, heaved as her breathing rate increased. Her moans and grunts became louder and louder as the amount of juices she excreted increased, and she began to move her hips in a distinctly sexual manner. She was no longer thinking, she was simply lost in sensation.

The pleasure began to reach a climax. Her back arched, the tentacles continued to massage in and around her, juices ran in rivulets around her vagina and down her thighs, she moaned and screamed as she had never done so before, her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth open in a neverending expression of incredible pleasure. The tentaclictor pulled back one last time, then thrust inside of her with full force, its many appendages exploring every part of her and reaching into places she had never known existed. She screamed at the top of her lungs as pleasure washed over her, and the lictor’s mouths were forced out of her by the power of her orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contracted and she expelled a massive amount of the juices built up inside of her.

She continued to heave her breasts with heavy breaths, writhe wildly, and scream. The pleasure did not end.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

>>1422631

She must have passed out from the sensations overwhelming her. She was still in the same room, ensconced in the same section of the wall. She was still sweating, and her whole body was still tingling. How long had it been?

She looked around her, still ill at ease but not as afraid as she had been before. She noticed a curious sensation around her neck.

It was her hair. It was shoulder length.

Her head jerked around wildly. Her hair was long, but only moments ago it has been short. What had happened? How long had it been? Why could she not remember the time she must have been here? And why did the spire look as if…it was dying?

The answers came in a manner she could not have envisioned.

Through the wall tore a Space Marine. Over eight feet high and on a scale she had never envisioned, he was the very image of perfection. His armour was a bright pink with black trim, and his horned helm was decorated wi-

Selena gasped. Those were the colours of the Emperor’s Children.

The Chaos Marine approached her, his expression hidden behind the terrifying red eyes of his combat helmet. Selena considered herself brave, but it took all of her willpower not to shake as she lay naked and helpless in front of such a mighty being.

The Marine stopped a foot from her, and stroked her chin. She jerked her head away, and spat on his armour. If he wanted to kill her, so be it.

>>1422638

As if sensing her thoughts, the Marine chuckled inside his armour. The sound came out as surprisingly warm, though deep and slightly distorted: “I’m not going to kill you” Selena gulped as the ramifications hit her. The Emperor’s Children…

“I’m not going to enslave you either” Selena was now confused. The Marine caressed her with its armoured gauntlet, and she did not flinch.

“The Tyranids here were corrupted with the power of might Slaanesh, and they performed bizarrely in their time on this planet. You are not the only ‘prisoner’ we have found, but you are the only one in such…sublime condition.”

“You have been chosen by Slaanesh. You will come with us. We have a place for you, and assuming you keep and open mind, you probably won’t dislike it.”

The Chaos Marine laughed. Selena, curiously, noted that the laugh was devoid of malice.

My eyes cannot handle this many words.

Why you post bad, irrelevant copypasta?

>>1422642

No clue.

>>1422642
Who cares? F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5

>>1422642
The first is about gay marines. The second...I dunno.

Anyway, OP's thread has suffered a major blow.

Not... really on topic, now, is it?

>>1422665
No, not really.

Okay... thanks for showing me a gay-SM fiction.

>>1422760
It wasn't THAT gay.

>>1422492a single tear ran down his cheek, quickly followed by a couple of more.

THEN ITS NOT REALLY SINGLE IS IT

where's the Farboss?

>>1422788

FRAME OF TIME WHEN READING DO YOU HAS IT

>>1422788
IT WAS AT FIRST. LIKE A POOR INDIAN MAN WHO ONLY WANTS YOU TO RECYCLE.

lol wut

>>1422796
I've seen that ad. It was fucking sad, even though he was really Italian.

Querier Lord Amunhotep watched patiently through the optic feed from squad 4fc3. The squad tread warily through the mountain pass, for most surface exploration teams that had made it this far had not been returned for repairs, and those few that had came back all incoherent and "divided by zero".

The pointbot froze as he came into the clearing. As they filed around him, the squad stood shocked by the sight of the human cathedral, as beautiful as it was ominous. "Developer of the Nightbringer," the pointbot transmitted through the squad channel "it must be ancient."

The squad, ever so slowly, advanced upon the cathedral to inspect. Before they were in range, the doors slowly creaked open. As one, the squad found cover. "Did you see anything?" one warrior texted. For half a minute, nothing in the clearing stirred as unorganized footsteps slowly became audible. The footsteps became louder. They hesitated for several thousand cycles as the figures came through the door. There they were, in their freakishly gleaming armor, untarnished after all these centuries. A company of the Robohunters trudged towards them.

>>1422973

Gauss Flayers buzzed and cracked as the warriors finally opened fire. The armored monstrosities continued to plod forward, as alien psychic energies, defying all logic and science, shielded them from the blasts. The squad spammed the channel with errors and exceptions as they began to fall back in fear. With this display of weakness, the Robohunters charged. They raised their stormbolters haphazardly, and charged in a discordant line towards the fleeing Necrons. Bolter shells pierced their necrodermi and exploded, scattering coolant and components across the rocks.

"OH C'TAN, WE'RE ALL DISASSEMBLED! WE'RE ALL GONNA GO OFFLINE! WE'RE ALL1$#@rf%^^h<" the warrior's text was cut short as he was crushed beyond repair beneath a giant hammer, sheathed in plasma. Others were falling irreparably from the broad swipes of the Robohunters' glaives. Within seconds, they had all gone offline, spamming.

Querier Amunhotep closed the window and solemnly turned around. His retinue, a Pariah, a Wraith, two Immortals, and a Destroyer on legs, stood before him with emotes of worry in their status field. He surveyed them as he had done so many times before. "Weapons at ready, it is time."

Needs more Sacred Band Ultramarines.

>>1423019Needs more Sacred Band Ultramarines.

yiffing spacewolves

tl;dr

for the record, the roles swaps with the Imperium and Nids were pretty direct

The IoM are nomadic and are pretty much like locusts, stripping every planet them come across of its resources.

Nids on the other hand take the role of the sprawling empire dedicated to their Empress and the cleansing of everything they find evil.

"I ask you today my brethren, are those who follow the ways of the flesh befit to live in the glorious kingdom of the Machine God?"

"NEVER! FLESH IS WEAKNESS! ONLY THE MACHINE MAY INHERIT THE WILL OF THE OMNISSIAH!" the crowd of cyborg warriors roared with before the techpriest's pulpit.

"Indeed! And it is only we who are fit to be embraced by the metal of the Omnissiah's way! Not our foolish cousins who think only of expansion, tainting the land with their flesh! Nor the blasphemous Necron who refuse to hear the blessing of the Omnissiah! IT IS US WHO SHALL BECOME THE VESSALS OF THE MACHINE GOD AND SO TODAY WILL STRIP THIS PLANET CLEAN OF LIFE!" The techpriest thrust his arms into the air. "WE SHALL CLAIM THIS WORLD IN THE NAME OF THE MACHINE GOD AND ALL SHALL BE MADE MACHINE!"

"FLESH IS WEAKNESS! LIFE IS FRAILTY! ONLY THROUGH THE BLESSINGS OF THE OMNISSIAH MAY WE FIND STRENGTH AND IMMORTALITY!" The crowd responded with enthusiasm, stomping in unison filling the chapel of the Machine God with insidious clanging.

"Yes my brothers, show these Kroot just how frail their flesh is!"

>>1423297
This isn't a role swap at all. That's pretty much how the AdMech think.

>>1423435
lol good point

though this time they aren't somewhat restained by the Imperium and free to go run off and act on their ideals

>>1423435

Not all of them:
'Everything organic we know of is simply machinery, in one form or another. Tendons replace pistons; flesh in the place of steel; blood is simply biological coolant. To deny this and shun it is more than just Mechanicus orthodoxy – it is idiocy.'

>>1423925
but in reverse 40k, since the AdMech are taking the necron role, they now seek to make everything a machine and erradicate all flesh since they needed to take the Necron's 'kill the living' aspect

bump for the bump god!

Ok, so, this is about the Sisters turning DE:

Cassandra stepped into the arena, confident in her skills and her mighty eviscerator, her little pet…
She was a repentia, a warrior woman from the Order of the Hungry Vulvas, and a mean one, by the way. Her statuesque form was barely hidden under her garments, her breasts and her buttocks trying to make their way out of her battle torn dress. Her only real protection were the chains wrapped around her chest, waist and neck, but those also served to make her features even more evident. She liked it that way, showing off the goods…
The arena was crowded with sisters, from her order but also from others, all of them screaming in full voice either Cassandra’s name or something to cheer her up
”You’ll die howling, bitch!”
“Scream in pain! Scream!”
Oh, the love, the love…
She bowed to the crowd and turned her gaze to the opposite site of the massive arena, where three sisters were trying to bring something to fight the anxious gladiator. Cassandra licked her curvaceous lips as she saw what they were pulling in: an Eldar Banshee Exarch! Oh, what a marvelous fight that would be!
The Banshee had all her gear on, even the freaking mask and the powersword… Definitely, a good fight all the way…
As soon as the banshee saw herself free, she roared towards the only prey she saw on the arena: Cassandra
“Stomp da’ humie!!!! WAAAGH!!!”

The banshee charged. Cassandra smiled deeply and pulled down her hood, concealing her white hair and hazel eyes. She turned her eviscerator on, and waited for the stupid Eldar to get close…
And close she did get.
As the Eldar swung her powersword across, aiming to Cassandra almost exposed breasts, the repentia sidestepped, missing the massive blade of the savage and delivering a low blow against the legs of her attacker.
Cassandra had never underestimated an opponent up to now…
The banshee not only evaded the attack, but also landed a kick to the repentia’s elbow, making her drop the massive eviscerator. Cassandra didn’t even had time to react as the powersword swung towards her neck.
She missed, thanks to Cassandra’s drug-aided reflexes, the savage one missed, but not entirely, the sword cut through the sister’s chest clothing and revealed completely her naked breasts
”Ya ‘ave nice sguiggy bits, humie…”
“And you are dead meat, savage beast.”
Cassandra didn’t even flinched as her hand tore trough the wraithbone of the eldar’s armor in the crotch, her bloodied hand reaching for the banshee’s vagina and going deep inside it. The banshee was both surprised and pleased with that, even forgetting to cut the repentia’s head off…

But Cassandra did not forget she was in a fight. She grabbed a handful of flesh and pulled out, producing a blood curled scream from the banshee and an excited scream from the crowd.
The elder fell to her knees, desperately looking at the flesh and blood sprouting from her vagina. Cassandra slowly snapped her fingers back to place, flavoring the painful healing process accelerated by the cocktail of combat drugs she had taken just before the fight.
She picked her eviscerator from the ground and asked to the excited crowd:
“She lives? Or she dies?”
“KILL!!!KILL!!!KILL!!!”
Cassandra smiled again as her massive weapon ripped the desperate banshee in two. The exarch’s screams echoing in her mind as she walked her way out of the arena. She had fun, but she knew more was to come as she saw her mistress awaiting for her at the arena’s entrance…


That's it. If you like it, tell me so I can come up with more, if don't, please just don't kill me.

sums up nicely what they are supposed to be

>>1426614
It was kind of fun, I sorta winced.

added the new story the the wiki

In the grim, dark future, the Great Tyranid Hive was under threat. In the galactic West, the ironically named Maw of Peace spewed forth Tyrranids dedicated not to the Hive Mind, but to a terrifying personal independence.

On dead worlds all over the Great Hive, warriors of endlessly regenerating flesh awoke from their aeons-long sleep. Angered by the terraforming efforts of the Great Hive often transforming worlds into near-lifeless hunks of rock, they move to exterminate all advanced life and return the great Spawning worlds of the Hive to their natural, verdant states.

In the Galactic West, the Kroot Empire and their Tau slaves wage neverending war to expand their great holds, augmented by towering alien giants and their finely-crafted starships.

The enigmatic Orks emerge in unknown ways and in unknown forces for their equally unknown purposes, weilding weapons and starships of amazing beauty and grace, so in contrast to their deceptively brutish looks.

The bloddthirsty Eldar seek to simply turn the galaxy to their eternal battleground, and their Longlookers rip through the strands of the future to make a tangled web of their own destiny, forged in blood and joyous death.

From beyond the stars come the Great Crusades of the Humans. Where the Great Hive evolves slowly to meet every threat, for fear of uncontrolled evolution leading to irreparable mutation, the Humans simply invent and innovate for what they need.

>>1426824The bloddthirsty Eldar seek to simply turn the galaxy to their eternal battleground, and their Longlookers rip through the strands of the future to make a tangled web of their own destiny, forged in blood and joyous death.

but... that's what Eldar already are.

But the Hive Mind isn't without its own champions...

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In a backwater world on the edge of the Great Hive, a group of Kroot Quiet Ones, members of the diplomatic caste (a.k.a. the ones not inclined to kill other races on sight) moved among a strange mix of Tyranid Hive-speakers, and great Tyranid warriors.

One in particular, was exceptionally great, a veteran of many battles, and slayer of many of the Hive's enemies. Its black and red carapace was pockmarked with scars and battle damage from countless wars and battles.

Most of these scars were on its back, however, for this particular Warrior was more self-aware than most, and valued its chitin a bit more than its kin.

But for now, in the beating Heart Chamber which formed the hub of this planet's local Hive Tyrant, Synapse Warrior K'fas K'in stood transfixed by the the constantly shifting colours of the Lictor before him, the mating call it was chittering sublimly entrancing.

Oh, if only he knew what he was getting himself into.

On a world on the edge of Hive space, a Great Consuming was being raged. Tyranids, given over to Freedom, fought against their more orthodox brethren, loyal to the Hive Mind and the Great Norn Queen.

This mattered not to the Ripper currently fighting for its life, its puny Spinefist firing aimlessly into the smoke of the battlefield, not caring whather it hit anything or not.

Suddenly, a roar echoad through the smoke, and from the fog emerged a horde of red chitin, metallic compounds adding a metallic shell to their heads.

The Brotherhood of Ichor.

The Ripper fired frantically, but for every Brother that fell, two more seemed to take its place. The Ripper, unaware that it was doing so, started praying to the Queen, hoping to find solace in her claws-

The horde in front of the Ripper suddenly vanished, melted in a spray of lethal bio-acid.

"Good work, B'rstn! You there, the Ripper in the trench! Lying down after a good breakfast?"

The Ripper looked up to see the wide grin of a Synapse Warrior, its red and black shell curiosuly familiar, as were its pheromones-

"Synapse Warrior-Tyrant Kh'Ont," the Warrior introduced itself. A charging Brother found its head vapourized by a bolt of psychic energy, and Kh'Ont chittered approvingly. "Looks like L'rkhin's having a field day."

Kh'Ont looked back, to where its termagaunts were emerging from the treeline, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. "Gaunts of T'Neeth! Do you want to live forever?"

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And far from the struggles of the Great Hive...

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The ork looked down at the massive structure beneath him. A floating palace, its massive spires gleaming with finely crafted ivory and gold-chased balconies. Here and there, gardens and smaller floating structures conveyed the familiar Ork aesthetic of incomprehensible beauty. Only the wreckage of its previous assailants showed that it was an engine of war, as its weapons retracted into the structure, instantly growing and retracting in response to any threat.

"This is Flight Commander Uzgob," the leading Ork said to his flightmates. "We have our orders: sink the Grimlug. May the blessings of Gork and Mork be with us."

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The Zoanthrope had been bred, not for open, pitched battle, like many of her sisters, but for the art of the kill. And now it was prepared.

The target was coming out of the tunnel, wounded, its army broken...

"I... I can't," the Zoanthrope whispered to itself, as War Lord Gorgutz removed his helmet.

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The Tyranids lulled around the pool, its nutrients choked with illegal substances. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, there was a flash, and the pool of narcotics was suddenly empty. In the distance, a call copuld be heard.

"DON'T DO COCAAAAAAAINE!"