"I hear not the unholy cries of the Iron Men." he interrupted. Fortunately, he thought to himself, I outrank the creature. Unlike with Worf, who might have some redeeming qualities, Commander Flavius knew EXACTLY what he thought of Data.

His eyes dropped to the foul, though attractive, half-xenos Commander Troi. A psyker, that one, though a weak one. She might be forgiven for her heritage in death, but while alive, she was a constant link to the Warp. It was true that Flavius had fought alongside chapter librarians, but they had decades of training to control their heretical mindlinks to the realm of daemons. Troi, from his understanding, had had none of that. And Brother-Captain Picard would not fire on a potentially hostile ship at its weakest? And the doctor seemed to have FEELINGS for the Brother-Captain that were poorly disguised.

Only Tech-Priest La Forge seemed to be performing his duties adequately. This ship needed some reorganization, he thought.

"And if I can slay five hundred Slaaneshi cultists in two days," he thought. "With nothing but a nonfunctional chainsword, I can bring this ship to Imperial standards."

I am greatly amused. Please continue.

op i like your thinking.

continue.

Goddammit, man, get on with it.

That's it, brahs. No more writefaggotry for now, but please, feel free to continue on your own.

Goddamnit op, post more Flavius

this writefaggotry has existed for some time now. Nobody has expanded on it.

It's in your hands.

>>11509711
Son of a whore.

"Brother-Captain, sensors are finally able to scan the ship. They indicate it is a corvette-sized minor ship, probably a scout of some kind."

"Design?" asked the captain, warily.

"Sensors indicate... it is approximately 3040 meters on all sides, with a cubular shape."

Picard nearly spilled his tea, though reacted quickly enough to avoid it. "The Borg!" He stood up immediately, after setting down the teacup. "Shield up, ready all weapons, red alert!"

Commander Flavius was impressed as he followed the orders. "So THIS is what it takes to motivate the Federation." He would have to research the Borg a little more later, to learn what made them different from the Romulans they DIDN'T destroy earlier. Honestly, a race had been in multiple wars with humanity over the centuries and Picard didn't immediately open fire?

"Keep us just outside their weapons range." Picard paced the bridge over to the science officer's station, placing a hand on Data's chair's head. He was visibly sweating.

"It is time to finally see how these faux-Naval officers react to battle." he thought. He had never met a true Imperial Naval officer, only Guardsmen, but he'd heard of them. The Federation seemed like some bizarre combination of them and extremely lenient Rogue Traders.

"What's the enemy cube doing?" Picard asked.

"They appear to be... hailing us, sir. Shall I respond with a torpedo?"

"I wonder what they're going to say, maybe that we shoudl resist them" Worf mused sarcastically. A smirk appeared on Troi's face; apparently there was some joke here Flavius wasn't in on. Only the emotionless Iron Man and Picard, too busy for humor, said nothing. "Put it on screen." he said, facing the viewscreen.

An albino alien with cybernetic enhancement flashed across the screen. A terrifying red artificial eye adorned its face, with the other side covered by metal. Flavius recognized the alien, actually.

"Sir, this is not a Borg! This is an--"

"WE ARE DA BORK. YER TECH... TEK... SCIENCY AND BIOWHATZIT DISTINCTIVENESS'LL BE SCAVENGED AND ADDED TA OUR OWN. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE, BUT FUN. DIS BORG SQUARE'S GOT ALL DA FIREPOWER OF A SPACE HULK, BUT MORE." A toothy smile adorned the Bork's face.

Brother-Captain Picard very quietly, very patiently walked back to his chair in the center of the bridge, all eyes on him. He took a sip of his tea, crossed his legs, straightened his shirt, and while still holding the teacup, responded with an uncharacteristically serious "Mr. Flavius. Fire all weapons."

>"WE ARE DA BORK. YER TECH... TEK... SCIENCY AND BIOWHATZIT DISTINCTIVENESS'LL BE SCAVENGED AND ADDED TA OUR OWN. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE, BUT FUN. DIS BORG SQUARE'S GOT ALL DA FIREPOWER OF A SPACE HULK, BUT MORE." A toothy smile adorned the Bork's face.

FUCK YEAH RETURN OF THE BORK SQUARES

Mother-fucking BUMP!

This is really full of WIN!

Please kind Anons, complete it someday.

Moar!

>>11509495
>>secretly, he wished for Riker back, and wondered how he was performing aboard the Litany of Litany's Litany.
Shit, they put him with the angry marines?

>>11510274

Does that imply that Marcius Flavius is an Angry Marine?

>>11510389

>>11510496

That is not fucking Daffy Duck.

Shameless bump

BUMP!

>>11510389
Wouldn't an Angry Marine have ripped Data's head off and shat down his neck by now?

I think OP has gone. I think OP has trolled us good.

MOARBORKMOARRBORKMOARBORKRESIST?ANCEISFUTILBORKBORKBORKMOARMOAR.

>>11511070
Ankh-Moarbork?

>>11510389
He is not an angry marine. An angry marine wouldn't fit in with the Federation. He's probably a Black Templar or Salamander or something.

... Bel-Air, please!

>>11511147
If the High Lords of Terra selected a Space Marine to do an exchange, they would select either an Imperial Fist or an Ultramarine, depending on if Matt Ward was around when the idea was discussed. The problem with the Fists is that they don't really tend to have much battle experience, seeing as the Imperial Fists guard Terra. The problem with Ultramarines is that they're like, default for everything.

>>11511211
Plus the ultramarines are blue and anyway who better for this assignement than the reasonable marines? hum? Amirite?

>>11511211
They might go for a Blood Angel too, they're more of the talkative type. Not to mention that they're a bit more, well, civil than most Astartes. The High Lords don't know about the Red Thirst or the Black Rage either, so those wouldn't 'upset' things. Well, not at first anyhow.

>scorchers et
No captcha, we're not sending the Salamanders.

>>11511319
Problem: Blood Angels wear red, and narrative casuality always leaves the redshirts as casualties.

For some reason, as he entered the commands into the computer to fire (with its atrociously childish sounds as the buttons were pressed), Flavius' mind flashed back to his first day on the Enterprise, a week ago.

He'd been in the galley, and despite these Federation values of "acceptance," no one sat at the table with him. Admittedly, no one else wore constant battle armor, was eight feet tall, and required three chairs and entire side of the table.

After a few minutes alone, looking over a PADD of Starfleet protocols the Brother-Captain had advised him to read, the dark-skinned Tech-Priest wandered over, and sat across the table.

"Hiya!" he said, extending his hand. "Name's La Forge."

"Greetings." Commander Flavius shook the hand. Fortunately, he'd had experiences with regular Guardsmen, and knew to use a fraction of his strength even when unarmored. As it was, in full armor, La Forge was lucky Crusher wasn't needed.

"May I ask you something, Tech-Priest?" the commander asked casually.

"Uh, sure."

"Why are you so... unaltered? I am aware cybernetic enhancements are considered standard and necessary amongst the Omnisessiah's chosen, but while my own experiences with them have been limited, it was my impression that having nothing except artificial eyes is conisdered to be the barest of minimums."

"Uh... in the Federation, engineers don't normally have artificial body parts unless their real ones are destroyed somehow."

"Oh. I assume you lost your eyes in battle? Perhaps with the Klingons?"

"No, uh, I was born blind."

"Ah." The room fell silent as they did; apparently, everyone was listening to their conversation. Flavius poked at the "replicated meat" and "synthehol." He suspected it was a good thing that one of his chapter had been sent, and not a Space Wolf.

"So tell me, commander, what, uh, 'chapter' you're from?"

"I am Battle-Brother Marcius Flavius of the Imperial Fists."

"Oh, do you guys have your own ship?"

"Yes, our fortress-monestary Phalanx sails the stars, recruiting new hopeful marines from the various worlds we come across, both primitive and advanced. We are especially known for our self-flagellation." he said casually.

La Forge choked on his food. "Self... flagellation?"

"Yes. We punish ourselves for inadequacies. Our sergeants and captains do not even bother to punish failure; it is assumed that any failure by a marine will be dealt with by himself. Why, I am using a pain glove right now." He set the PADD down on the table and waved to La Forge with it; now that La Forge actually looked at it, it WAS a different glove than the heavy guantlet on his other hand. "It stimulates the pain receptors all over the body. Every Imperial Fist owns at least one. I'm used to it enough by now that I can still function; otherwise these gloves wouldn't be usable in battle."

"What..." La Forge's disbelieving and disgusted eyes were luckily obscured by his VISOR. "What inadequacy are you punishing yourself for?"

"The Brother-Captain suggested I read this PADD of protocol." he said, picking it back up. "The implication is that I am not yet versed enough in Starfleet rules, so, I endeavor to please him."

"Oh." La Forge awkwardly finished, picked up his plate, and left.

That was the last time anyone ever ate with the commander.

>>11511290
Reasonable marines would take out all the opportunity for conflict. they're too reasonable.

>>11511376
Let's see them try to kill off a Space Marine.

>162 misprints
damnit, Captcha, I don't typo that often.

>>11511432
Poor Marcius

>>11511481

bump for fucking awesome

So, let's see, what if Marcius got to write a report to the Phalanx?

I feel like people on the enterprise would be more accepting of a space marine. Just because they're so fucking accepting.

>>11511636
Everyone has a point at which they simply "lock up" and, despite any efforts, will be unable to come to grips with the sheer absurdity of the situation.

Also, I am greatly enjoying this. Though his boltgun will probably put holes in the hull.

did'nt they find a techmarine in one story maney threads ago?

>>11511673
They took it from him, along with his chainsword. They gave him a phaser though! But they stopped giving him replacements after he crushed the fifth in an attempt fire at "xenos filth".

this will be worthy of archiving once it is done

what if a tech priest of the admech was given to star fleet? and one of star fleets engineers was given to the Imperium?

MOAR FOR THE BORKS AND GOD EMPRAH

>>11511791
The engineer would probably be going somewhere along the lines of "You guys realize you don't need to pray to turn on the lights, right?"

WHY IS THERE NOT MOAR OF THIS GLORIOUS WORK!?

This thread

>dublin leper
wat

>>11511846
And then the engineer was a servitor.

>>11511791
That would be a terrible idea. The engineer would be declared heretek so goddamn fast.

>>11511846
Maybe not in YOUR heathen worship, but we know the value of ALL the Omnissiah's gifts. Now shut up and pass the incense, I've a backlog of worshiping to do.

>>11512079
They'd probably shit themselves at servitors. 'You do WHAT with the prisoners/poor/slaves?!'

>>11512397

In fairness, some servitors are failed aspirant space marines.

>>11512414
Chapter Serfs?

>>11512414
MOST aren't, though.

But considering they're dealing with a spacemreen ship and not some wacky Explorator fucks, you're more right.

They'd still shit themselves over the utility of using the corpses/braindead bodies of the failed aspirants/you know what I mean as essentially slavebots.

SOMEONE! ANYONE! ARCHIVE THIS SHIT!

>>11512397
"What the hell!? Borg! Shoot that thing!"

"What are these 'borg' you speak of, flesh-unit Riker? That is just construction-servitor A-c25.x83."

"But, there's a human inside there, somewhere."

"Of course there is, constructing Artificial Intelligence is heresy of the foulest sort. I believe servitor A-c25.x83 was built on the flesh-base of convict Adam Sykes, convicted of minor tech-heresy on the account of replacing an air-coolant-device without the proper 27 Rites of Installation. He got of light there too..."

It must be an awkward wait with this guy in a turbolift... if he can even get in.

How do you request an archive?

>>11512485
"Mind you, last time anyone tried real AI it ended in the near-destruction of the human race. So don't start the proselytizing or I'll get out the stun-stick."

and then the officer was cowed

the author better be writing, or someone else better start!

I'd do it myself if not for my lack of startrek knowledge.

Dozens of torpedoes flashed from the Enterprise, spreading out and impacting the Bork ship with incredible force, burning through bolted armor plates and exploding within, blowing weapons of all kinds out of the square.

“Evasive action,” Picard said calmly, “Pattern Delta-3. Circle them.” He turned briefly, eyeing Commander Flavius, who was holding down the firing buttons for all the Enterprise's weapons with one finger. “Continue firing. Target their weapons and shield emitters.”

“Yes, Brother-Captain!” the Marine shouted, quickly scanning the console for the appropriate options, remembering the memorized schematics from the central computer. Worf watched with approval as he selected the correct commands.

The Enterprise went to half-impulse, skirting the edge of the Bork square's engagement zone while pouring phaser fire into its flanks. Literally every surface of the rusting metallic vessel was covered with weapons, be they missile batteries, old-fashioned autocannons or guns so big they could swallow a Galaxy-class cruiser whole. One of Marcus Flavius's expertly targeted torpedoes sailed into the mouth of a big gun, detonating inside the firing chamber.

An answering storm of hot lead cascaded from the Bork square as the gun exploded, taking a three hundred-meter chunk out of the side, killing thousands of drones. The Enterprise, even maneuvering like a bee fed only with cocaine and promethium, was taking hits.

>>11512688
“Shield strength decreasing rapidly, sir!” Flavius yelled, happily blowing his enemy's guns to bits, “Seventy-five percent and falling!”

A random console exploded, blasting a random crewman halfway across the room.

“Medical team to the bridge,” Picard said, his voice tense, before he looked back at Flavius, steadying himself as the ship rocked to one side. “Suggestions, Commander?” he asked pointedly, testing Flavius's knowledge as much as looking for a brilliant tactical plan.

The Marine glanced at the displays before him, and nodded. “This foul ship we're fighting is tough, sir, but only on the outside. These scans indicate that the core is made of wood and iron. We still have the shield strength to break through.” Inside his helmet, he was smiling.

Picard blinked. “You're suggesting we ram it?”

Flavius nodded again. “I am, Brother-Captain.”

Picard turned to face the viewscreen as sparks flew from every available surface, blanketing the bridge in an ensign-burning glow. “Then by all means make it so, Commander. Take us in.”

“Aye, Brother-Captain!”

>>11512703
The Enterprise suddenly tilted to one side, going to full-impulse as hundreds of shells spattered off its forward shields. Firing a full spread of torpedoes directly ahead, the well-built Federation vessel routed all emergency power to the forward emitters and charged in.

For a moment, the battle ceased.

...and then the Enterprise came barreling out the other side of the Bork square, trailing plasma from both nacelles and with its saucer covered in wreckage and broken green bodies. Behind it, the enemy vessel vanished in a brilliant explosion as its primitive petroleum powerplant lit. Picard took a moment to assess the damage to his ship before issuing his next orders.

“Contact Starfleet Command,” he said to the Commander, “Inform them of what transpired here and of our current position while we attempt emergency repairs.” He sighed. “And get those infernal things off my ship's hull.”

“Yes, Brother-Captain!” the Marine answered, quickly bringing up the communications screen and preparing a message. When he had finished, he would be the first out the airlock, scrubbing corpses off the Enterprise's saucer section and finishing off whatever might still be alive. It would be just like old times.

>>11512703

>>wooden space ships

that's the orkiest thing I've ever heard. and also the manliest.

>>11512733
I now want NASA to chuck a 2x4 into space to see what happens

>>11512754

Nothing. It just starts floating.

LAUNCHING a 2x4 on the other hand... SPLINTER SHRAPNEL ROCKET.

>>11512703
>>11512711

This is the only vaguely positive reaction pic I have, sorry. Very well done.

We haven't established if Flavius is on the ship before season 5, so Wesley is also there, or on the ship between season 5 and First Contact, so Wesley is off of it. Since Geordi has a VISOR, it can't be before FC.

>>11512773
...2x4s, by virtue of being organic material, have moisture in them.

Space does bad things to moisture.

>>11512793
Thanks.

This thread is about a Space Marine who was exchanged for Riker. I really don't think anyone bothers with canon beyond "what would be cool and/or funniest"

This is a fantastic story idea

>>11512711

You know who'd be TAILOR MADE to be Spock in a 40k/Trek crossover?

That one half eldar ultramarine librarian.

>>11513166
>implying some techpriest with the Rite of Pure Thought wouldn't be Spock.
>Even without the psyker bullshit

Nobody would listen to him and constantly fob him off by getting him to compute pi or i, of course.

>>11513148

>>11513148
Whoops, wrong lady gaga image.

>>11513166

>>11513222
Well, I meant more in terms of "I'm pretty sure these guys took the idea from Spock" not in terms of expecting someone who's part eldar or part spess mehreen to be logical...

MORE OF THIS! AND SOME ONE ARCHIVE THS!
And why was I talking in all caps?

>>11513259
WHAT THE CHRIST AN ASTROPATH ELDAR MARINE

captcha: le nutmeats

>>11513282
Well fuck that shit I don't want some half-fag-elf marine on my ship trying to use the Warp. I'd rather go have a tea party with orks.

>>11513259

Heresy!

>>11513257

Rita Repulsa: the Lady Gaga prototype.

Damnit now I want to run a Power Rangers campaign with Lady Gaga as the villain.

MOAR

>>11513489
AFTER TEN THOUSAND YEARS IM FREE, ITS TIME TO SING!

>>11513489
Dude, Lady Gaga makes a great villain in any setting.

Dark Heresy? Personality Cult of Slaanesh. D&D? crazy magic bitch using illusions all over the fucking place. Unknown Armies? Avatar of the Showman gunning to be Ms. 333. Superheroic? Motherfucking Music Meister, but with tits.

bump for more

I MUST HAVE MOAR

BUMP

THERE HAS TO BE MORE BORK

This thread needs some more Tech-Priest La Forge.

Imagine being the poor fuck in Engineering dealing with servo skulls.

"FUCK. These things are worse than the Tribbles. At least they didn't FLY. Or spray incense on everything. OR SCREAM AT ME."

>>11511211

The Fists no longer guard Terra. After the Heresy, they left to become a Crusade chapter (their fortress monastery, the Phalanx, is basically a moon).

The only marines that are on Earth, except during the Apostasy, are the few Space Wolves that make up the Wolfblade. No other marines are even allowed on Terran any more; people there still have a grudge against the astartes.

I wonder how Riker is doing with the Angry Marines

>>11513936

He was in the wrong chair, Battle-Brother Iratus Maximus sat on him.

Services will be held next Tuesday at 6.

>>11513560

How would you use Lady Gaga in Call of Cthulhu? Eclipse Phase? Don't Rest Your Head? Scion?

Must establish contact with the Reasonable Marines for the lulz.

>>11513936
>CoC
That's more difficult, but that's because she's made of glitter and bright lights and CoC is pretty dark. I'd go for her being either the unwitting herald of some unspeakable thing or another, or go with the Illuminati rumors being true.

>Eclipse Phase
I actually don't know very much about the fluff in EP. I'd maybe play her completely straight (super-popular pop-star crazy bitch) because AFAIK the setting can handle it. Or as a serial killer with a tweaked-out Fury frame obsessed with killing artfully and FUCKING OUTLANDISHLY. With a teacup in one hand and a dozen recordings of said murders released to the public to some acclaim.

I don't know DRYH and Scion enough to BS. Sorry.

>>11514186

Dammit. Your stuff is really good, too. Personally, for EP, I'd use her as a infomorph that hacks into pods or bots, dresses up, sings diva-ishly, does something crazy, and then unsleeves. It seems appropriate.

But you see my point? Your stuff is gold.

>>11514252
I try.

I want to see what havoc a techpriest would do in Engineering. Freak out over Warp core. Freak out over lack of religious gear. FREAK OUT EVERYWHERE.

And then he finds the Borg and more hell is unleashed.

>>11514437

Honestly, I see him following a borg around, trudging around a tub of burning incense, servitor skulls looping about, casting red targeting lasers everywhere, spreading smoke so thick nobody can assault them again. The next time the Enterprise encounters that cube, it is completely covered in prayer strips (?), and all the borg are praying in intervals...

“Sister Apothecary.”

The great, booming voice shook a dozen small implements off the shelf by the door. Doctor Crusher sighed, and met the speaker where he stood, while an attendant cleaned up the mess.

“What seems to be the problem, Commander?” the Doctor asked, tricorder in hand.

The gigantic Marine squeezed through the doorway, bringing his enormous arms from behind him and setting a bloodied ensign on the nearest medical bed. Crusher immediately scanned him, frantically ordering everyone around to help her stabilize the patient. “What the hell happened to him?” she shouted at the Marine, carefully examining the poor man.

Flavius came to attention. “I was training in your holodeck when this man entered, improperly prepared for the simulation within. I disengaged the safeties and increased the power to eight hundred percent to provide myself with a challenge. The blast wave from an exploding tank shell threw him into the wall before I could pause the simulation.” The Marine looked at the man with an expression of pity, though no one could tell because of his helmet. “I am truly sorry. I will remember to lock the door next time.”

By this time Crusher was very busy trying to make sure the ensign would survive the next few minutes. “Yes! Make sure you do! Now leave, please. We have this under control.”

is there going to be more?

>>11514670
The Commander saluted and departed the infirmary, stooping as he walked out, scraping his pauldrons noisily on the wall. No longer in the mood for the holodeck's version of “battle”, he stopped by long enough to turn off the simulation and return the power levels to normal, then headed off to engineering, leaving deep footprints in the carpet.

LaForge looked up from his work, typed something into his PADD, grimaced, and glanced to the side, only to jump backwards as he found himself face-to-face with the towering hulk of metal that had replaced Commander Riker and his beard. Geordi adjusted his visor and set the PADD down.

“I thought you were still off-duty, Commander,” he said quietly, making a mental note to repair the doors Flavius had come through.

“I am, Brother Tech-Priest. I have found myself with considerable free time since my arrival. Your Federation work schedules are...” he paused, searching for the word, “Quaint. I have not been so underworked since boyhood.”

Geordi glanced around the room, noticing that all of his staff had mysteriously disappeared, probably behind secure blast doors.

Flavius straightened his posture. “Brother Tech-Priest, I have a personal request to make.”

“And what might that be?”

>>11514685
“I desire access to your main computer's design software,” he said matter-of factly.

The Chief Engineer resisted the urge to rub his useless eyes in exasperation. “...why?” he said finally, picking up his PADD again.

“The crew aboard this ship lack personal protection, Brother. You wear only flimsy fabric garments and minute technological items. I have personally injured a great many of you simply by colliding with you in hallways.”

LaForge winced.

“I wish to fashion armor for you, Brother. I will need your assistance, as I do not share your... expertise in such matters. I am fully prepared to submit a complex and detailed proposal to the Brother-Captain and any crew members who need be informed as well as-”

“Fine,” the Chief Engineer said, “That's fine. I'll have you set up by 0800 tomorrow.”

Flavius saluted. “Thank you, Brother Tech-Priest. I will arrive promptly. Excuse me, please.”

The immense Marine exited the room, scratching the paint off the door as he squeezed out into the hallway. Engineers began to emerge from a small storage closet off to the side.

“...is he gone?” one asked. LaForge let his head sink into his hands. What had he gotten himself into this time?

>>11514702
Ensign Danny's surgery was completed in an hour. Though he was confined to medical for several days, and the ringing in his ears never quite went away, he was no worse for wear after a close encounter with the computer's best approximation of a Leman Russ's main gun. When he first awoke after Crusher finished re-solidifying his rib cage, he found a rather large vase filled with an array of flowers beside his bed, with a note crudely attached to the outside.

“I hope you are well, Brother. Please allow me to express my profound gratitude that you live to fight again. At your next opportunity, please meet me in Ten-Forward.”

Ensign Danny was the first to join Flavius's armor project. Over the next few months, his injuries would become legendary.

>>11514724
Continue.

>>11509495

Oh man, I drew that image ages ago, didn't think anyone saved it.

>>11514724
Slapping my F5 like a madman.

>>11514748
>>11514775
Alright, alright. I'll do more.

Oh God Oh God Oh God..

Armor Project? That has got to be good.

BORK!

>>11514937
Not enough guns on it.

>>11515004
It opens up

>>11515018
I see, care to make a drawing of it doing so?

>>11515018
BORK! TRANZ-FORM UN ROLL OUT!

>>11515089

oh god, I lol'd

>When he first awoke after Crusher finished re-solidifying his rib cage, he found a rather large vase filled with an array of flowers beside his bed, with a note crudely attached to the outside. “I hope you are well, Brother. Please allow me to express my profound gratitude that you live to fight again..."

I daaaaaaw'd

>>11515018
>oh of course

this marine almost isn't grim dark

just almost

This is a bump for this. cause its that cool

>>11515089
>>11515085
>>11515004
it always needs more guns, ill work more on it.

....transforming ork kude....ork Unicron ?

Kube***

I would watch the Jerry bruckheimer semi musical action dramady about these characters. I dont know if i should be ashamed of this.

>Captcha The Monograms

MOAR!

Go on! Let's here more already!
I am willing to bet the federation suceeds in getting him into smaller armor, like Carapace or and keeping his full power armor on standby incase of an emergancy.

Bump

“No. You must stand like this,” Flavius said, hunching over and putting his arms out in front of him. The timid young man in front of him tried to imitate his posture.

“Like this?” the ensign said, finding it hard to move in his bulky metal suit.

“Arms up. Brace your legs. Yes, that will do,” Flavius replied, standing and walking back over to the holodeck's arch. “Now prepare yourself.”

The ensign braced himself as best he could, and nodded. The Marine pressed a small, inconspicuous button.

A multi-ton tank roared out of the wall as the simulation re-engaged, filling the small room with the roar of a massive engine. The tank struck Ensign Danny squarely, plowing directly into his waiting arms. The poor man skidded over a hundred meters in his immensely heavy suit, straining against the tank as it continued to charge forward. Then, with a mighty yell, the crewman raised his arms, the suit's powerful, crushing hands biting through the tank's forward armor. The vehicle lifted off the ground and swung up, sailing over the ensign and crashing to the ground, tumbling into a low hill and exploding, pelting the heavy suit with shrapnel.

“Excellent!” Flavius called out, pausing the sim. “This is the most effective combination yet.” He rushed over to the sobbing ensign, pulling a specially-made, ridiculously rugged tricorder from his belt. “Are you alright, Brother?”

>>11515181
Yoonorkron?

>>11515593
“My... arms...” Danny managed to say, before falling backwards into the dirt.

The Marine scanned him thoroughly, sighed, and hefted the ensign, suit and all, to his shoulder. “Tensile strength is still insufficient. I will have the computer address this.” With that, he carried his charge to the infirmary for the eight time that week, muttering litanies.

Crusher was livid. “You can't keep doing this!” she shouted, laying the unconscious patient on the familiar bed, calling for assistance. “There's a limit to how much we can repair, Commander!”

Flavius stood at attention. “Better here than on the battlefield, Sister Apothecary.”

“What battlefield?” the redhead replied angrily, running one of her instruments over the ensign's shattered arms, “What the hell do you think you're going to need this for? Why do you need to half-kill one of my people every hour just to test it?”

The Marine shook his head. “Sister Apothecary, I must be vigilant. The enemies of the Emperor persist even here. I cannot afford to let my Brothers seek them unprotected.”

The Doctor said nothing for a moment, consuming herself in her work. She didn't want to think about what the ensign was putting himself through, and, for the life of her, she didn't know why he did it.

>>11515609
“Commander,” she said finally, “Please return to your duties.”

Flavius bowed and departed, easily fitting through the enlarged and reinforced door. He made his way to the nearest turbolift, a new and improved heavy-duty model suited to his size and mass, and told the computer to take him to the bridge.

The Marine stomped out of the small, tubular craft as soon as it arrived, nodding to Worf, the almost-redeemable xeno, as he passed. Since the Brother-Captain was nowhere in sight, Flavius surmised that he must be inside his chapel, attending to the many less-glamorous facets of running a starship. He pressed the small button beside the door, noticing that it, too, had been reinforced, and barely deformed at all under the gentle pressure of his gauntlet.

“Enter,” said a voice from within. Flavius obeyed as the door opened, coming to stand at Picard's desk, upon which sat a steaming cup of his favorite tea.

“Ah, what can I do for you, Commander?” the balding man greeted the Marine, taking a sip of tea as he thanked the powers that be for keeping Flavius occupied and relatively out of trouble for the past few days.

“Brother-Captain, I have concerns about your crew,” the armored Marine stated simply, lamenting the lack of skulls in the small, conservative chapel.

>>11515626
“What sort of concerns?” Picard responded.

Flavius chose his words carefully, wary of speaking to one so glorious and exalted as the Brother-Captain about the failings of his mortal servants. “Brother-Captain, your crew are very poorly suited for the rigors of intense combat. They are physically weak and lack any sort of enhancement that would allow them to survive even the most mundane of inhospitable environments. A single deck being exposed to vacuum would kill over a hundred, for example.”

“And?” Picard said, urging the Commander to continue.

“Sir, I formally request permission to augment choice members of your crew.”

“Request denied.”

Flavius tilted his head to one side. “May I request an explanation, sir?”

Picard bit down an immediate retort, memories of his brief time with the Borg welling up like a tide of blades in the back of his mind. “Commander, I will not subject my people to such... modifications in the absence of a coherent justification for it. To date, you have presented no such justification.”

this thread has been done already

I liked it better when he was just interacting with the bridge crew.

>>11515642
The Marine nodded, and saluted. “My apologies, Brother-Captain. I will make every attempt to ensure that those modifications will not be necessary.”

“See that you do,” said Picard, gesturing to the door. “Dismissed.”

A minute after Flavius had left, Picard began to wonder about the ramifications of the Marine's presence aboard his ship, and, for the first time in his life, actually considered allowing himself to prefer the presence of Q. He managed to cut that impulse off at the knees, and ordered another cup of tea from the replicator.

Meanwhile, Commander Riker was undergoing yet another round of training aboard the ship run by Flavius's Chapter, the Imperial Fists.

“FASTER! FASTER, BATTLE-BROTHER! YOU MUST RUN FASTER!” Shouted the Chapter Master, taking potshots at the Carapace-Armored human with a Heavy Bolter. For the past several months, he had taken it upon himself to train the man personally, and had noted a considerable and increasing improvement in his combat skills. But it still wasn't enough.

Riker's beard caught the wind as he bounded through the training course, doing his best to dodge the incoming fire. Never again would he complain about Captain Picard's insistence on playing opera in the background during those long, boring briefings. Never again.

>>11515593
What the?
How did he survive Tank Shock?

the combat suits come equipped with either power fists I'd assume, by the whole tank throwing. Why not with replicators at your disposal?

>>11515734
Balls. Giant steel ensign balls Flavius gave him.

[spoiler] To make up for the ones unfortunately lost in the initial version. Ensigns generally don't have the same chemical castration, I imagine Flavius overlooked this notion [/spoiler]

>>11515626
Enter?!
ENTER?!
No good sir. Picard would never say "enter"
It's always "Come!" No matter what. Please make a note to change this at your leisure.

>>11515824
...that's what you fixate on? A single word?

DID YOU NOT NOTICE THE GODDAMN SPACE MARINE ON THE ENTERPRISE

>>11515824
Flavius might find the notion insulting, seeing as he's chemo-castrated.

>>11515869
just because a space marine shows up doesn't mean that Picards character is going to change when it didn't change through, what? 5 seasons and 3 movies?

>>11515926
I see... in that case, that may be acceptable. I retract my outburst, as your reasoning is sound. Very enjoyable read so far as well. A++ would buy again.

THIS IS STILL GOING ON?! That wasn't just a 1 time-deal thread? As much as I normally hate stupid cross-overs, this is amusing.

>>11516014
>doesn't mean that Picards character is going to change
>one word

Obviously he must be an alien robot sent to infiltrate and take over the Enterprise. Flavius's mission is to kill this robot and all the other robots that have replaced the crew, then rescue Picard and everyone else with Ensign Danny for backup.

That's clearly the case here.

I am monitoring this thread with intense anticipation...

Does Marcius Flavius deserve a 1d4chan article?

>>11516204
Yes.

>>11516104
You made me laugh if thats anything.
Great idea too, it's a good hook. Go with it. Somethings obviously up with Crusher... she's acting like much more of a bitch than usual. Flavius/Danny/Worf all go on a purging rampage through the ship when they find that Bork androids have infiltrated the ship when they went through the Kube.

>>11516229
The Bork don't use such subtle tactics. That's more of an Eldar thing.

>>11516278
THIS MUST THE WORK OF ROMULANS!!

>>11516229

I'd be bitchy too if some asshole was all up in my ship beating people senseless without even trying.

Is there any more coming?

>>11512773
>>11512754
>>11512733
>I now want NASA to chuck a 2x4 into space to see what happens

I know this is a little late in the tread, but I've seen a Russian prototype moonsuit and it used this big ol block of wood as a structural component.

Those rooskies man

>Space Marine on board
>immediately falls through the floors that are not designed to hold a Space marine
>laughs all around

>>11509495
BUMP FOR THE LOVE Of GOD
pic semi related

IS NOBODY ELSE GOING TO WRITE ANYTHING

I must consume delicious words

Commander Flavius pulled out the tiny chisel he'd taken to mark on his armor as of late and wrote down the newest order from the Brother-Captain.

'No Surprise Combat Exercises'

Try as he might, he couldn't seem to get the Brother-Captain to understand just how unprepared his crew was in case of attack. "Maybe I should concentrate on prevention..." Flavius thought "...although I doubt the Brother-Captain will allow any more 'experiments' with Tech-Priest LaForge after the melta incident."

Reaching his post, Flavius resumed his duties just a hail from the planet below came in.

"...*Static*... We're under attack...*explosion*... there were Romulan pirates waiting at the drop loca...". The transmission cut off abruptly. Pounding the heavily reinforced comm devise on his chest, Commander Flavius hailed the captain and other chief officers as he'd been told to do.

"I heard" Brother-Captain Picard said as he stalked into the bridge, "Mr. Data, what's going on?"

"It appears as if the away team has been captured and transported to a secure location, I cannot lock onto them to transport them back to the ship captain. Judging by the energy readings from the attack, the Romulans appear to be well armed."

Picard turned to tell Worf to begin assembling a rescue team when he realized that Commander Flavius had left the bridge.

>>11516809

Rage burned beneath the Space Marine's power armor. "Not only are crew in danger, but I must trek deep into the bowels of this miniscule ship to retrieve my sacred armaments." Flavius stormed down the corridors and finally reached his room.

Grabbing his powersword, bolter and bolt pistol he hesitated. He set down his bolt pistol and examined the 'phazer' he had been assigned by Tech-Priest LaForge. Flavius attempted to set the weapon from 'stun', a most useless setting to 'kill' it's proper position. The weapon broke in his titanic grip.

He elected for his bolt pistol instead.

Once ready he hit his abused comm button again and commanded the poor insign in the transporter room to get him as close to the Romulans as he could.

"At least this cultures teleportorium is reliable." He mused as specs of lights danced in front of his visor.

>>11516821


Commander Flavius was used to recieving honors for heroics in battle... but usually those he saved cowered away from him in fear... this... 'party' for the rescue of the crew confused him.

"Oh well" Flavius thought "at least I have a reason for surprise combat exercises now."

>>11516204
yes. yes. a thousand times yes.

someone get on this (I would but my wiki skills are lacking... do to alcohol)

>>11516838
>>11516821
wait, no battle in the romulan ship? I demand to see Flavius fuck up Romulans

>>11516950
FUCKING SECONDING THIS NOTION WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND SUNS

Well done my sons, I approve of this.

>>11516204
>>11516204
>>11516204
FUCKYES
>>11516204

>>11516983
>>11516950
someone had better be writing this

>captcha: dan pollard

clearly this is our hero

"Sir, the IKS Rachtar is coming out of warp." said Data, placing the Klingon ship on the viewscreen.

Commander Flavius had spent much of his free time reviewing the xenos species catalogued by the Enterprise's computers. Most of them were of little interest or, it seemed, were content to serve aboard the ship under the decidedly human captain. The Klingons, sans Worf, were not.

According to the computer, multiple wars had been waged with them. Their technology was roughly equal to the Federation's, with the Klingons having weapons advantages while the Federation had shield, speed, and miscellaneous advantages, but they were also a warrior culture.

Flavius swallowed his rage. If he was on the Phalanx, a xenos species that worshipped war would be exterminated immediately on suspicion of Khorne worship. But... the Klingons were ostensibly friendly. And, though it pained him to admit it, Brother Worf was nearly acceptable as a crewmate. He was that only member of the crew capable of providing any kind of challenge in the holodeck, albeit only in melee combat, and he feared battle less than anyone on the ship but Flavius himself.

So, though he would never admit it, Commander Flavius was rather looking forward to their rendevous with the IKS Rachtar. A proper warship, even a xenos one, would be a welcome sight. Even the Bork Square didn't really qualify.

"Sir, I'm detecting strange additions to the Klingon vessel. Nonstandard spikes appear to be jutting out from random areas of the hull, and... well, noneuclidian geometry appears to have warped areas of the ship in ways our sensors can barely read." The Iron Man sounded perplexed.

"Open a hailing frequency." Picard stood up. He had personally spoken with Captain K'rell before, and hoped he'd be remembered.

This is ridiculously entertaining.

>newkirk early
My god...

The Klingon ship came on the viewscreen, but even Flavius, who'd never seen the interior of a Klingon ship before, could tell something was wrong. The same impossible geometry adorned the bridge, and a half-crazed Klingon came to the screen. By his insignia, he was K'rell.

"Federation!" he snarled, showing his teeth.

"Captain K'rell! This is Captain Jean-luc Pi--"

"I know why you've come!" he hissed. He pulled a knife from his belt, and waved it menacingly at the screen, despite their being several hundred kilometers away from each other. The attentive battle-brother noticed another Klingon, sitting at a weapons post in the background.

"Captain--" began Picard.

"You have come to be the BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" screamed K'rell, and at that mark the Klingon in the background punched a few buttons, attacking the Enterprise with the ship's disrupters. It was quick thinking by Flavius that raised the shields in time.

"It is as I suspected." he muttered sadly. "They've been corrupted.

"By what?!" demanded Worf, stepping to Flavius.

"Khorne." said Flavius grimly, as Picard turned around, shocked at the aggressiveness of the now-turned Klingons. "I suspect you may be the only Klingon not of his ilk, simply because you are among humans so much. Your species' warrior culture would leave them vulnerable to his influence." said the commander plainly. "The Rachna must be destroyed, Brother-Captain. It is too far gone."

>>11517173
>Chaos Klingons
>new pants required

>>11517188
>You have come to be the BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

This is amazing.

>>11517188
Well shit.

>>11517213
>chaos klingon daemon prince

>The Bork
>Khornate Klingons

Whats next? Tzeench-worshipping Romulans? Slaaneshi Betazoids?

>>11517213
Oh my, yes.

New pants required, indeed.

Why, this is quite possibly the most fantastic thing I have ever read. I was expecting a WH40K/Star Trek crossover to be terrible/incite trolls, but this is pure genius.

WE WERE DENIED ROMULAN DESTRUCTION

I DEMAND COMBAT WITH KHORNATE KLINGONS

>annotated plotted
annotated plotted indeed

>Riker's beard caught the wind as he bounded through the training course, doing his best to dodge the incoming fire. Never again would he complain about Captain Picard's insistence on playing opera in the background during those long, boring briefings. Never again.

This thread.... is glorious

the 1d4chan page up yet? also, drawfags need to get in here. they can't drop the ball on this like they did with Drunk Marines

>>11517347

>Slaaneshi Betazoids

A Troi that worships Slaanesh?

HHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG

I'd tap dat ass so hard

Riker's new training partner.

>>11514186
>>11514070

I know DRYH and Scion, so I'll make a momentary hijack.

Scion: Epic Appearance corrupted Scion of Aphrodite, now serves Hundun, titan of Chaos. She randomly appears, traps the band in a mini-pocket of chaos, and fights them there.

DRYH: Similar build. She's a Popular Star, meaning she's one of the few points of light in the Mad City, dn she has a Cult of Personality. As befits her star status, she traps people in nightmare world of her creation. (She's pain 9, her Cultists, pain 3)

Now back to Bork and Flavius!

>>11517566
Think about it this way: They can read each other's minds in a very casual and no-nonsense way.

Imagine the amounts of trouble you could get into when you're in an orgy doped up on Slaaneshi drugs and get to watch you watch yourself from hundreds of angles while you and hundreds of other empaths share a clusterfuck of epic proportions. It would be a feedback loop of hard fucking: getting more and more powerful until everyone explodes figuratively, and likely literally.

>>11517633
neat indeed

has this been archived?

>>11517633

I'mokwiththis

So, who would Q relate to more? Tzeentch, Cegorach, or the Deciever?

I vote Q-crons.

>>11517669
Q is a trickster. He's the Loki of Star Trek.

>>11517669

Tzeentch easy

The Q (Implying the 'race' not the person) does shit because they want to, with no real rhyme or reason.

>>11517669
Q strikes me as chaos undivided, minus the automatic fuckton of benevolence. He's just in it to fuck around however he wants without any specific harm intended to anyone - its just that he so happens to accidentally set off a supernova in a populated system as a side-effect of messing around with a local time/space anomaly on a whim.

>>11517694

Nope

1d4chan'd, gentlemen. Feel free to pretty up the page, I just did the basics.

http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Marcius_Flavius

Meanwhile, in Chapter 32...

'Captain, there's... something....'

Councillor Troy was suddenly standing, clasped tight around her head, face screwed up in pain. As the bridge crew turned toward her, the air around her seemed somehow to ripple and then in an instant tear open, spilling a sickly multicoloured light around the room. Worf moved faster than anyone, but in the short seconds it took him to run towards her it was already over: a nightmare confusion of claws, tentacles, and feathers had wrapped itself around Deanna, pulling her back into the impossible hole in reality which then closed in on itself, leaving only the vanishing echoes of a sceam which seemed to come from a galaxy away.

Picard lifted his cup of Earl Grey (hot) and regarded it for a moment before taking a deep sip.

'Well, it seems you were right, Commander Flavius- and I am of course a man of my word. Fifteen quatloos to you.'

Beneath his helmet, Flavius smiled with grim satisfaction. He hoped quatloos were something you could shoot.

>>11517765

Nope

>He pulled a knife from his belt, and waved it menacingly at the screen, despite their being several hundred kilometers away from each other.

It's the little attention to detail that really makes the piece.

Bravo, writefag. Bravo.

bumping for GLORIOUS

Wait a second. As far as Flavius knows, is the computer the Enterprise's machine spirit or a heretical AI?

>>11517765
This one wasn't very good. Sorry bro.

>>11517849

A dangerously, heretically advanced machine spirit that needs to be closely monitored, but passable, and, though he hates to admit it, extremely useful.

>>11517849
Machine Spirit, I'd imagine.

BUMP OF THE GODS

Bork Squares
Khornate Klingons
Federation-Imperial alliances

What else does this need? The Romulans and Eldar haven't really done anything yet.

>>11517924
Unless for some reason he curiously asks the ship's computer for information regarding the Omnissiah and Mars, to find no mention of either.

Perhaps then he'd consider them heretical?

I bet Flavius' first experience with warp travel aboard a Federation ship was interesting, and vice versa for Riker.

>>11517984
I vote what >>11517347 said insofar as slaaneshi betazoids because >>11517633

bump

WRITE MOAR STORY NAOW.

>>11517849
>>11517879
>>11517924

A machine Spirit is a AI that cannot self evolve without human input, a heretical AI is capable of open ended self improvement without human input.

No Federation system has shown the ability to self evolve independently besides data so the ships computer is most likely OK, probably on a level of a Titans war spirit.

Unlike the captcha which obviously is learning way too much. Seriously, it's kinda creeping me out.

>computer system

Great... so you've managed to merge Space Maryne Sues with Math: The Next Generation...

What's next, Marneus Crusher, supreme king of Mary Sues?

>>11517858
Just consider yourself lucky I didn't do Chapter 53, in which Riker seduces at least one Sister of Battle.

rolled 1, 1, 6 = 8

WE IZ DA BORK. LOWA YER SHIELDS SO WEZ CAN KRUMP YA.
YER SCRAP IS GONNA GET LOOTED AND YER BIOLOGICAL BITS ER GONNA GET FED TO DA SQUIGS TA SERF DA KULLEKTIF.
RESISTANCE IS FUN. SO DON'T YA DARE SNEAK YER WAY OUT!

>>11518267 No Federation system has shown the ability to self evolve independently besides data
What about the Holodeck characters who became self-aware? There was Moriarty, and of course the Doctor from Voyager. I think there were others, too.

>>11518281
nigga, yous just a hater

>>11518311
needs to be done

"Dukat, what is the meaning of this?"

"I'm sorry Aun, it seems i forgot to mention when we joined with you exactly whose Greater Good this Alliance would serve....."

>>11518414
Awwww riiiiigghhhhtt

>>11518414
THE PLOT THICKENS

I'm gonna need to brew some more Earl Grey, this is gonna be a LOOOONG night.

"Commander Flavius?"

Flavius sighed heavily. THIS conversation again.

"Sir? Did you consider my request?"

"One does not REQUEST to be a space marine, boy." Flavius did not turn around to face the 'acting ensign.' "One is offered the chance to serve the Emperor, and you are not worthy."

"While not?!" he whined in an adolescent voice so that even the battle-hardened warrior cringed. "I'm an expert engineer, I'm a scientist, I'm--"

"Useless in a fight. How old are you? Fifteen? Sixteen? When I was sixteen I had already killed four orkz with an autogun and a machete and been in the Planetary Defense Forces for three years, and I was considered to be a weak recruit. And you consider yourself worthy?"

"But sir--"

"Not another word." he said flatly. "Now return your post as helmsman, and be glad this is not an Imperial ship. The helmsmen there need to interact with the navigators--"

"What's so bad about that?"

>>11518325
lol
Fuck, the Bork are so awesome

The child's endlessly inquisitive nature may have been acceptable to Brother-Captain Picard... but Flavius doubted it. "What's so bad about that is that the Navigators are psykers. Every moment they live is not just a slap in the face to the fabric of reality itself, but they are in constant danger of tearing a hole in reality and allowing a daemon to climb out of their corpse and consume the crew. Every navigator is exposed to the glory of the Emperor's true form for an instant, burning out his or her eyes forever, and instead forcing him or her to view the Warp, the endless sea of emotion itself, filled with bloodthirsty daemons it takes twenty normal men to kill the least of. They are forbidden to speak of what they see there, though, because merely the mention of it has been known to drive men mad and into the embrace of Chaos worship, wherein their souls will be damned eternally."

Flavius hadn't meant to, but he was now less than two inches from the ensign's face, bending down to head level. "Now back to your post." he whispered as much as a space marine could.

"Yes sir." he replied quickly, and sat down. He wouldn't be resubmitting his request to be an Imperial Fist.

Brother-Captain Picard punched a few buttons on his arm chair, and a message flashed on Flavius' console.

GOOD WORK

Flavius smiled, though no one could see it through his helmet.

>>11518504
I got a massive ear-to-ear grin from that

Dude thats astropaths.

Navigators are hideous mutated monsters. They themselves are not actually psykers. They possess only the powers their third eye (courtesy of the navigator gene) affords them.

One of those abilities is that anyone who isn't a navigator that sees their third eye dies horribly. So they keep it covered.

>>11518596
Does Brother Flavius know that?
He may not know the difference, just shelving them all as necessary mutants.

>he whispered as much as a space marine could.

which is still loud enough to cause things in the room to fall off shelves

>>11518504

>Brother-Captain Picard punched a few buttons on his arm chair, and a message flashed on Flavius' console.

>GOOD WORK

>Flavius smiled, though no one could see it through his helmet.

Haha, made me lol way to hard just thinking about Picard doing something like that

>>11518606

Considering he's from the Fists? Who as a founding chapter will have a close relationship with one of the Navigator houses? I'd say he would know at the least that they are not psykers but he would know they are mutants.

>>11518337
All were malfunctions.

Bump for awesome

>ethics realizes
Is Captcha able to read a thread and find stuff semi-related?

Meanwhile, on the Phalanx, Commande Riker sat in the captain's chair, while the Chapter Master strode on the bridge. Servitors, the presence of which Riker was still having difficulties with, staffed most of the positions, but a few augmented but mostly normal humans staffed the rest. He knew the Chapter-Master had given him command to gauge his ability. He didn't intend to disappoint.

"Sir," a servitor said in a dispassionate voice. "We are picking up an unidentified ship. The markings and design are unknown."

The Chapter-Master prepared to give the order to fire, before reigning himself in. "No," he thought. "The Phalanx can handle a mistake if Riker makes one. Let us see how this plays out."

"Hail them." commanded Riker. He was off to a bad start.

The screen flashed to a bridge with fat, short humanoids with odd markings on their faces. Their bridge appeared to be an odd mishmash of anything they could find, with nothing uniform.

"Hello." one said. "We are Pakleds. We are broke. Can you make us g--"

"FIRE ALL WEAPONS!" roared Riker, suddenly standing. The space marine in charge of the weapons are surprised by Riker's order, and took a moment to carry it out. A second later, the Pakled ship had been vaporized.

"Very good, Battle-Brother!" said an honestly impressed Chapter-Master. "I was beginning to wonder if you had it in you to destroy the xenos enemies of the Emperor."

"The Pakleds and I have a history, Chapter-Master Pugh." said Riker evenly, but whatever it was, Pugh would apparently not learn it from Riker.

"We'll make a proper Battle-Brother of him yet." he thought.

needs moar Riker seducing Bolter-Bitches

>>11518735

bump for great justice

Bumping a fucking epic thread

Captcha: Carcite Aristote

fuck year

As the original creator of Marcius Flavius - great job OP, great job indeed. I shall join my brother to produce more wacky space hijinks.

The second officer meeting on board the Phalanx wasn't going well. The room itself was big enough to double as a football field, and yet the four hulking figures clad in power armour seemed to fill it all. The Fists have concluded their second battle training just half an hour earlier, there was no time, nor no need to take off armour. Riker discovered he was sweating. A lot.
-As I was trying to say, the Federation discovered that the stun setting enables us to keep the casualties on both sides to a minimum. Due to that we are able to forge treaties with many...
-THAT IS ENOUGH, COMMANDER
Chapter Master Vladimir Pugh sounded like a death metal band fed to a wood chipper even without a helmet. The vox system on his Terminator armour wasn't helping.
-YOU'VE TRAINED WITH US FOR OVER A WEEK NOW. THE EMPEROR HIMSELF NAMED US HIS ANGELS OF DEATH. THERE IS NO NEED FOR THE ANGELS OF STUNNING FOUL XENOS A BIT AND THEN TALKING WITH THEM WHILE HOLDING THEIR HANDS IN THE IMPERIUM OF MAN.

>cannot Bridwen
obviously.

>>11518919

*I* was the creator of the idea of a space marine as Picard's first officer, though someone else named him and did most of the work coming up with his personality.

>>11518414
"The Empire will not stand for this Dukat, it is not for the Good of one that we act but for the Good Of all.." Dukat cut off the Ethereal with a raised hand, his second Damar snickering and then coughing as he blew a portion of his glass of Kanar up his nose.

"Aun, i don't think you understand the siduation. As you are well aware your Kroot allies were MOST impressed with the Jem' Hadar they encountered when we first met. Indeed, i seriously doubt there is a single Kroot left in your force that has not fought with the Jem' Hadar." The Ethereal shifted slightly, noticing the slimy Vorta adviser gesture to Dukat.

>>11518957
"Perhaps i can put this in a more..Friendly manner than Dukat. Cardassians can be so blunt when perhaps a more....Gentle approach is called for."

"If you have upset the founders in some way, we meant no offense, we all serve for the Greater go.."

"EXACTLY! Which is why we are trying to help you. See, your Kroot absorb genetic traits from those they defeat in battle yes?"

"Indeed, but what does this have to do with these demands that the Tau Empire join the Dominion instead of being allies?' Damar laughed again.

"So your troops eat your enemies then absorb their traits? Oh this is rich..." he intoned while rolling his eyes as well as particular double spined neck.

The Vorta (Weyoun if the Ethereal recalled correctly) glared at the Cardassian cutting him off. "I'm getting to that Damar, a fact you would notice if you could put down that bottle for once."

"Please, go on. Tell him Vorta" The Aun was getting sick of all this artifice. "Tell me what? he demanded.

The Vorta opened his palms towards the Aun in a gesture of peace that conveyed anything but.

"You see Aun, the Jem'Hadar require a substance called Ketracel White to live. Apparently now, so do the Kroot.The founders are willing to renegotiate the terms of our alliance in exchange for giving you a supply of this substance. "The foul creature smiled at the Aun before continuing.

"Unless of course you wish us to negotiate with the Kroot directly without your involvement?'

Save this for me /tg/, for I must sleep, and I must read that which I miss. Keep being awesome.

"Let me make sure I understand."

"Alright," said Picard, patiently. The ambassador's head was still on the floor, squished between it and Flavius' palm.

"There is a race of pointy-eared, superhumanly tough and strong humanoids who are powerful psykers and extremely attractive to humans and good at coming up with complex plans... who AREN'T the Eldar?"

Sarek was sweating. "Captain..." he breathed, barely. "If you could please restrain your first officer..."

"Actually, Commander, there are two, sort of. Continuity's never been good with how powerful psychics the Romulans are."

>>11518963
"If you have upset the founders in some way, we meant no offense, we all serve for the Greater go.."

>you have upset

Should be "we have upset"

>>11518735
>"Hello." one said. "We are Pakleds. We are broke. Can you make us g--"
>"FIRE ALL WEAPONS!" roared Riker, suddenly standing

What is Riker's problem with them again? I haven't seen near as much Star Trek as I'd like.

Actuallly, Star Trek would be five times awesomer with the warp involved...

'Scotty, give me everything you've got! We need Warp 9.9!'

'I cannae do it Captain, we just dooon't hae....'
[massive daemon suddenly comes out of nowhere and eats Enterprise]

>>11519069

The Pakleds' gimmick is that they're retarded and steal technology from others by begging to have their "broken" ships fixed, and kidnapping anyone smart enough to help them. Riker was tricked by one of them.

>>11519028
>>11518963
>>11518957
>>11518414
I wrote this, i know it sucks. I'll flesh it out with names, details and such tommorow. Unfortunately whiskey is great for ideas, bad for writing. I'm pretty sure the idea is sound, Tau and Dominion would probably hit it off until the Dominion pulled some shit like having skirmishes with kroot just to get them addicted to White. I'll clean this up and repost.

>>11519120
>Massive demon comes through the warp
>Its a slaaneshi demon
>Kirk's face when he realizes this

and the enterprise lives to enter the warp another day!

>>11518735
Oh my God. Beautiful.

>>11519232

sauce?

Love dem Borks.

>>11519257
Princess Waltz, the right one is a reverse trap.

Moar!

OP here. I'll write more tomorrow, hopefully this thread will survive until then, but I doubt it.

>>11519386
Archived and posted in wiki form on 1d4chan, it's good bro.

http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Marcius_Flavius

Fine work OP... although which parts are OP? We didn't get the fight with the Khornate Klingons...

>>11519442
I think everything but the Khorn Klingon and Dominion Tau stuff was OP, i did the Dominion-Tau crap so i think everything on the 1d4chan page is OP.

>>11519497
Nope. OP wrote until >That was the last time anyone ever ate with the commander.

I think. New people after that.

>>11519569
That is kinda awesome.

>"It appears as if the away team has been captured and transported to a secure location, I cannot lock onto them to transport them back to the ship captain. Judging by the energy readings from the attack, the Romulans appear to be well armed."

>Picard turned to tell Worf to begin assembling a rescue team when he realized that Commander Flavius had left the bridge.

>Rage burned beneath the Space Marine's power armor. "Not only are crew in danger, but I must trek deep into the bowels of this miniscule ship to retrieve my sacred armaments." Flavius stormed down the corridors and finally reached his room.

>Grabbing his powersword, bolter and bolt pistol he hesitated. He set down his bolt pistol and examined the 'phazer' he had been assigned by Tech-Priest LaForge. Flavius attempted to set the weapon from 'stun', a most useless setting to 'kill' it's proper position. The weapon broke in his titanic grip.

>He elected for his bolt pistol instead.

>Once ready he hit his abused comm button again and commanded the poor insign in the transporter room to get him as close to the Romulans as he could.

>"At least this cultures teleportorium is reliable." He mused as specs of lights danced in front of his visor.

Mother of the God-Emperor, those poor hapless Romulans. They never had a chance..

How about a Eldar contact the Vulcans, and get all "you should kill the Mon-keigh" on them, and the Vulcans logic beat them into the ground by telling them knowing the future is useless if you react like a faggot.

Captcha: making rocked.

Yes, the making of this story did rock.

>>11519883

Spock Vs Eldrad.

Eldrad won five thousand years before Spock was even Born

WHAT A FUCKING DICK!

Bumping in an attempt to keep this going for at least a few more hours.

I hope another will do the same some hours from now.

>>11519920
>>11519883
Asdrubael Vect, new leader of the Romulan Empire?

Their weapons are made out of souls, Romulans should be worth 4-5x as much as a human, Dark Eldar and Romulans should work nicely together.

Romulans use singularity engines that no Eldar in his or her right mind would get near (it's a unshielded warp drive!) however Romulans would LOVE the webway.

My good god, /tg/

don't you dare die, thread

NEED... MORE... AWESOME... FLAVIUS... ON... ENTERPRISE!

bump, someone start writing some shit.

>>11521232
Why don't you write something?

>>11521243

know nothing about star trek.

>>11516838
>>11516821
>>11516809

Continued from last night, ended it early cause I was tired >.>

Brother Flavius appeared in the room the 'negotiations' were suppose to be in. He pulled out his auspex... or 'tricorder', also heavily reinforced, and began scanning the area. His keen eyes noticed footprints and drag marks going off in an eastern directions, so he began to track the xenos filth to recover the captured officers.

The tracks went up to a large abandoned building that his sensors said was the source of the transporter blockage. He was about to approach the building when a hail of phazer and disruptor fire erupted from the surrounding area and plinked off Flavius's armored body.

"This reminds me of that traitor legions lasgun fire... stupid flashlights" Flavius thought to himself as he leveled his bolter and started putting high caliber explosive rounds into nearby xenos.

"These xenos appear to be Eldar witches, but they are using primative weapons and no psykers... the crew will have to be disciplined when we return."

Flavius continued to pump high explosive rounds into the Romulans as they continued to fail to even scratch his armor. Eventually the leader of the pirates came out and the firing stopped. He wanted to negotiate the safe release of the prisoners...

Flavius put up his bolter, cause a sigh of relief to ripple through the remaining Romulans. But before the leader could open his mouth to name their terms Flavius had sliced him in half with his power sword. As the green xenos blood sizzled on his glowing blade, Flavius said

"It seems negotiations have failed."

>>11521368
Daaaaaamn, what kind of Armor does Flavius have if it's immune to Lasguns and disruptors...

>>11521368
FUCK YEAR

>>11518735
Fuck yes!

What the hell happen.

>>11521368
Power armour is not impervious to energy beams - especially not ones set to kill or disintegrate. The former maybe, but the latter... well, let's say that he won't need a funeral.

What

>>11521395
>>11521439

In the Emperor!

>>11521395
He has simple artificer armor and a good die rolls.

>>11521439
If laser beams that can explode concrete only have a 3 strength and no armor pen, phasers and disrupters won't do shit against a 3+ save.

>>11521439
>>11521395

I equate Phazers and Disrupters with lasguns, maybe some of the less used larger varieties may be more like lascannons. Since the Romulans were taking hostages, it could also be that they had their weapons set to stun, which WOULD be like a flashlight to a space marine.

Join us next time, when White Scars Tech-Marine Calcius Ruccus joins the Enterprise crew under LaForge in the Federation-Imperial cross technological swap.

>>11521562
Except for the fact that concentrated phaser fire set to disintegrate can take out bulkheads, and phasers can be used for welding - through materials far stronger than plasteel and ceramite.

>>11519423
add stuff from the previous thread too.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/10401727

>>11521594
Prove that titanium-iron alloy is stronger than plasteel.

>>11521594
Stop bringing your no fun logic into our happy thread

Why is this thread about a million times better than anything AT ALL /tg/ has made in the 40K universe?

>>11521653
Because Star Trek > 40k

>>11521661
Because 40k+Star Trek > 40k

>>11521646
>>11521648
...yeah. Grow up, 40Kids.

Trek is shit because of all the trekfags. Trekfags are busy turning this great thread shit too. Why can't you fuck off and leave us to enjoy trek without your faggotry?

I'm still kinda surprised it was Bork. Instead of Orkrions or so. I mean dey's both green, looty, and their ships go fasta (the Orions basically overcharge their warp-drives in-game, damaging their ships to move at supa-power. Imagine Orions with Red Paint Jobs)

>>11521703
I only see one little poofter trying to turn this thread into shit. BROTIP: I just quoted him.

>remaking still

this is awsome.

I am pelased to see this thread still alive.

Requesting writefaggotry regarding the origin of the Bork Square, ie Orks wrecking up and looting some Borg shit.

Seriously, this is the best thread I've read in weeks

>>11522059
Borg attempt to assimilate Orks for the unique biology. Orks attempt to loot the borg for their flashy tech. The Borg find the Ork biology useless, the spores keep making the ork ecology and they just end up as damn pests. An entire quarter of a world was sterilized of orks by inducing an energy burst from the nearby sun. The Orks had a much better time looting Borg tech. Borg interest in Orks is now fresh drones with the spore making part of the biology shut off. Orks however rip apart Borg tech and bolt stuff to it and have a great time. When the Orks manage to take down a Borg ship or installation, disrupting the collective and "freeing" the Ork Borg Drones, they get Borks out of it and all Orks involved can become Borks.

PRetty much, attempt at looting/assimilating each other gone horribly wrong for one side, and horribly right for the other.

>>11522135
Did i just say quarter of a world was sterilized? Screw that they blasted the whole world.

it just keeps getting better and better...

Bumpin

Captcha: congested Eifler

Continuing the bump!

This thread must not die.

rolled 6, 2, 2 = 10

Oh, what a fine thread. I think i will enjoy this.

SOMEHOW A DARK ANGEL GETS TRAPPED ON VOYAGER

>>11523310

Neelix WOULD die in one episode...

some of this has not been uploaded to the 1D4chan article. See to this while I am forced to spend time with family.

>>11523310
You mean the monster minions from Dungeon keeper 2?

rolled 6, 4, 5 = 15

>>11524287
even better!!

Bumping for literary genius!

Someone needs to write one where Lwaxana Troi is a Slaanesh worshipper.

1d4 updated

also, i suck at putting pics on 1d4chan

Oh god, this shit was so cash last time, and this time is no different

Is this thread still alive?

...

Good.

BUMP FOR THE BUMP GOD!