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    49 KB Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)18:31 No.14571645  
    Founded in the 33rd Millenium when a lone Administratum clerk found a fragment of the text "Call of Cth-", the High Lords were notified and geneseed of the Blood Angels began being stockpiled for the founding of the Abyssal Jaws. Since its founding the Chapter has made itself known for its vicious tenacity in close range combat and specilation in aquatic enviroments as well as its open disregard for the Codex with its numbers being several times over the stipulated 1,000.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)18:35 No.14571671
    >Why was the chapter founded?
    Strategic Prognostication
    >When was the chapter founded?
    33rd Millenium
    >Chapter Progenitor
    Blood Angels
    >Gene-Stock Purity
    >Chapter Flaws
    Pride in the Colors
    >Characteristic Modifiers
    +5 Strength, +5 Perception

    >Figure of Legend
    Chief Librarian
    >Deeds of Legend
    Chief Librarian lost in the Warp

    >Number of Worlds
    >Homeworld Type
    Hive and Unihabited
    >Homeworld Terrain
    Ocean (hive world, Maresia) and Temperate (unihabited swampy death world, Noxyssus)
    >Homeworld Relationship

    >Codex Organization
    >Combat Doctrine
    Close Combat
    >Solo Mode Ability
    Pick 2 skills, rank 1 reroll failed tests. Rank 4, add 10 to them. Rank 8, add degree of success.
    >Squad Attack
    Tactical Finesse
    >Squad Defense
    Knowledge is Power
    >Special Equipment
    Beastial Companion (Alligator-Piranha sea monster)
    Death Cult
    >Current Status
    Over Strength
    >Chapter Ally
    Imperial Guard (Maresia Sea-Guard)
    >Chapter Enemy
    some Chaos Space Marines warband/legion
    >Chapter Name
    Abyssal Jaws
    >Battle Cry
    >Advance Table
    Behold Our Wrath
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)18:38 No.14571696
    did we ever decide their colors?
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)18:38 No.14571697
    Didn't you have a trip while we were rolling for this the other day?
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)18:47 No.14571782
    It was Red

    Red from the blood of the enemy
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)18:49 No.14571817
    So anyone has a suggestion on the Librarian being lost on the warp?
    In the other topic we were stuck on that
    >> I apologised on 4chan !!857o4GkKJgy 04/12/11(Tue)18:52 No.14571859
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    >(Maresia Sea-Guard)

    Why am I now imagining them all being like the Aquanauts from Terror from the Deep?

    That'd be ironic, a chapter of Space Marines get's built soley because of some adept confusing a work of fiction for reality, only to then base them purely by chance on a homeworld which has secretly been seeded by Xenos really close to that depicted in the books.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)18:56 No.14571895
    i can totally see the Guard wearing these clothes
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)19:04 No.14571967
    Obviously, the emperor influenced Lovecraft to prepare the future for this threat.
    Or Eldar did it.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)19:16 No.14572068
    its a a stormy sea blue and dried-blood red, though the pourous ceramite bits that hold the blood are gray if unbloodied

    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)19:18 No.14572092
    I just personally like the aquatic combat idea.

    Also, voting that if any writefaggotry gets done, the first named character needs to be Nemo.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)19:21 No.14572120
    the Eldar are probably as interested in the planet as Chaos is
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)19:37 No.14572255
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    As far as I know, this was as far as we got, scheme-deciding wise.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)19:39 No.14572279
    hmm... the red needs to be focused around places where you find blood splatter the most

    and it definately needs to be darker
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)19:42 No.14572300
    Gotta go to a terrible 3-hour long lecture. Might work on some writefaggotry while I'm there.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)20:36 No.14572790
    Oh hey look my lecture hall has wifi. Working on this now. Since suptg doesn't want to let me see the old threads, do we have anything fleshed out as far as the names of stuff related to this chapter? Their vehicles and/or Alligator-Piranhas?
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)20:37 No.14572806
    We Have Nothing if i remember right
    As far as i know
    they swim
    i could be wrong
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)20:40 No.14572832
    And Use Hooks and Harpoons to bring the oponent closer to him
    >> bad writefaggery Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)20:55 No.14572975
    A boy of only 14 years sat alone on a small boat adrift in morning haze of the equatorial seas of Maresia. His breathing deep and rhythmic as he stared up into the deep green moon of Noxyssus hanging high in the sky above. In both hands he held a long knife made of the teeth of a scythe fish he had killed the week earlier. His hands still bore the scars from that battle.

    He would succeed where his brothers had not. He would win honor for his mother where they could not, he would show them that he didn't need to wait another two years before attempting this daunting challenge to prove himself worthy of even the notion that he might be capable of becoming a space marine of the Abyssal Jaws. The promise of girl's fighting for his attention for the short interlude he'd have after his success also boosted his confidence.

    He cast his eyes back down the choppy waters as he stood up, offering a prayer to the Emperor, to his ancestors, and to the abyss in a hushed whisper. In a practiced motion he dragged the knife across his cheeks, slicing into his flesh just deep enough so that his blood would flow to stain the waters red yet not endanger his life unnecessarily. He stared into the deep, his chest heaving to fill his lungs with precious air as he waited and watched.

    Moments later he had the sign he wanted, a dark shape easily larger than the dinghy he stood upon passed underneath. He dove into the water and sunk deep beneath the surface. He opened his eyes and steeled himself for what was to come. Each moment felt like an eternity as the dark shape several dozen meters in length made another pass around him.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:01 No.14573015
    moar plz
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:10 No.14573089
    He had what he wanted, a trident whale; a vicious beast with 3 jaws and maw full of teeth that was capable of taking a blasting spear to its carapace and shrugging it off. The only way to kill the damn thing safely was to feed it a torpedo or shove something similarly explosive into its gut. That wouldn't cut it though, he needed to prove himself, so carving its heart out from the inside would be the best bet.

    It all happened in a moment, the beast surged forward and opened its mammoth maw and he swam forward with all his might, hoping that he'd make it in time before it snapped its jaws shut and tear him apart.

    All he could feel was his heartbeat... no that wasn't his heartbeat, that pressure he could feel all around him was its heart. Though no one could see him, he beamed a wicket a grin and took his knives to its soft insides and tore into them with pride, its thick oily blood coating him as he homed in on its beating heart

    Almost three minutes after he had dove into the water the boy sufaced coated in the beasts viscera and blood, carrying with him the prized heart almost as big as himself. Now all he had to do was row it back to the hive while it was still fresh.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:12 No.14573117
    as far as vehicles go, they probably have skimmers and odd amphibious vehicles.

    They need to have vehicle called a triton
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:16 No.14573155
    The Maresia will probally have some kind of submarine
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:30 No.14573276
    Oh Btw
    keep on writing
    story so far
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:31 No.14573295
    I would but i'm out of ideas at the moment

    i just liked the idea of a ballsy rite of getting swallowed by a giant fish demon and cutting out its heart from the inside to show your stuff the Jaws
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:44 No.14573392
    It's a nice idea indeed, i suppose that would be the initiation test?
    >> Writefagging Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:44 No.14573397
    The Captain Nemo stood still, lost on his toughts. it wasn't easy to reach on his position on the SeaGuard, he drove countless ships, submarines, sunk diverses enemies vehicles, killed gigantic sea beasts, and now, he pilots the colossal “Barracuda” submarine called Szehmekhen. He didn't enjoyed the name, but it was a request from his dear wife.In his opinion Nautilus was a much better name.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:45 No.14573402
    yeah thats what i meant

    i'd imagine there'd be dozens of sea critters that could work, like giant octopi things living in the flooded underlevels of the hives
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:46 No.14573407
    The Cartographers were asking for a reconigtion mission, next to the Great Reef. Dangerous place, he knows that, alot of Sea Devils and a great risk of enemy attack, but it was necessary, they told him. He does not question, he only follows orders. What the Great Cartographers says is the rule.
    They assigned a Squad of Abyssal Jaws, to help them. The Pride of Maresia, every kid want to be one of them, the SeaGuard is only a afterthought. Nemo sighed, he can see why they think on that, he wanted to be one of them as a kid. His mother was deeply sadned when he joined the Guard.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:47 No.14573410
    Nemo looked on the Screen and saw the Squad swimming close to the shio. An almost surreal seeing, as they swim thousand of piranhas follows them. What a frightining sight he thought, If i was a chaos warrior that sight would be enough for me to run away.
    Oh Well, the time to think was over. He saw the Great Reef, A Beautifully dangerous place to sail. Each rock could pierce even the strongest submarine. He needed it to be really carefull sailing along those rocks, but he know he can do that. He, along with the crew, piloted Szehmekhen masterfully, dodging each and every Rock, he was almost thinking it was over when suddenly the submarine stopped.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:48 No.14573416
    Bad Signal he thought, he looked to the screen and saw a gigantic tentacle, strangling the vehicle, he recognized it: Kraken. For a second he saw himself with no real hope, but he saw blood on the screen. And then he saw it happens. Out of nowhere, thousand piranhas started to attack with ferouscity the SeaDevil. Blood was all over the sea, the Kraken was going to die. But it wasn't enough for the Jaws, and with an almost feral rage, they dove into the almost dead creature, hacking , slashing and piercing the creature until it was nothing but a piece of meat and blood.
    Nemo looked at the bloodstained squad and the dead monster and let out a small smile

    “By the Emperor's! This is a Great Day to Sail”
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:49 No.14573427
    PS: Please forgive me for the text
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:51 No.14573441
    would ork spores be able to grow on an ocean planet?
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)21:55 No.14573469
    igoring the extreme likelihood of them being eaten before hand of course
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)22:00 No.14573510
    i do believe we have to do something with the Chief Librarian
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)22:02 No.14573536
    underwater battles with thousand sons that end up in creating a fuck huge whirlpool
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)22:28 No.14573768
    A lesser man than captain Melvus would have been blind in the darkness. No light filtered this far into the murky depths. If the blindess did not undo them, the pressure would have. Hundereds of feet down, the human body would collapse and crush like paper. Yet Melvus was alive, and far from blind. As he raised another gauntletted fist to grasp a handhold above his head, he was completely aware of the darkness around him.

    Pulling himself up, Melvus could feel his brothers climbing below him. The anchoring strut that they scaled stretched down into the darkness below, and the captain could see the long line of marines reaching down to the depths. Even to him the seafloor was hidden from view, where hours before his brothers had been deposited by their shielded sub-skimmers and begun their climb. The heretics had overrun the deep-sea platform for their obscene ritual, and the platform's intergrated defences made it impossible to approach from the open air. The traitors had not counted, however, on the strength of the abyss, and Melvus's men meant to show them their mistake.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)22:28 No.14573775
    After hours of climbing, the captain could see curtains of light from the moons above filtering down through the water. Mear meters below the surface he halted, and prepared his squad for the assault. Over the comm, the squads scaling the 3 other struts confirmed that they too were prepared. Reaching to his belt, Melvus grasped the heavy chain-hook that hung there. Silently breaching the surface in the moonlight, he saw the shadowy shapes of Heretics moving back and forth across the catwalks above. Steadying himself against the support pylon, he sighted on the lowest catwalk, and swung.

    The chain-hook revved as it flew, triggered by unspooling of the high-density fiber cord connecting it to Melvus's belt. As the hook arced above the catwalk, the marine captain yanked on the cord and brought it snapping back, catching a heretic in the chest and sinking through his flesh into the plating of the catwalk. Triggering the retreval function, Melvus was pulled rapidly up to the level of the walkways. The hooks of his battle brothers swung up to join him as he freed his chain-hook from the body of the heretic and turned to the traitors that had begun to panic and sound the alarm all around him. The saltwater cascading over his helmet lent a bubbling note to his roar, as though it rose from a great depth:

    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)22:29 No.14573778
    Commissars of the Maresia Sea-Guard, rather than simply executing their men on the spot, prefer to toss them into the sea with their a feet tied together with a cut across their forehead to attract predatory sea life. Any guardsmen that makes it back alive is welcomed back.
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)22:30 No.14573795
    After reading through the first post, I have a really strong urge to try and incorporate some form of "ph'nglui mglw'nafh Omnissiah Terra wgah'nagl fhtagn!"
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)22:33 No.14573821

    DO IT
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)22:58 No.14574074

    these guys totally need these
    >> Anonymous 04/12/11(Tue)23:51 No.14574651
    >> Anonymous 04/13/11(Wed)00:15 No.14574954
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    Fuck it. Next story I write for this chapter, I'm sticking that shit in a harpoon. Just needs a more nautical name... Stingray Rounds? Ooh wait, totally Pufferfish.
    >> Anonymous 04/13/11(Wed)00:28 No.14575094
    glacier rounds?
    >> Anonymous 04/13/11(Wed)00:37 No.14575206
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    another good weapon would be sharksticks

    which are basicly sticks with bullets on the end of them that fire when jabbed into something

    now imagine a spear with a bolter round on the end of it
    >> Anonymous 04/13/11(Wed)03:00 No.14576749
    Midshipman William Watts was going to die. The Imperial Maresian Ship "Rectitude" had been his first posting after graduating from the Maresian Naval Academy, and he had never been prouder than the day he had boarded the gleaming destroyer and set sail to guard the eastern naval shipping lanes. While goods could be shipped around the planet by space-capable cargo flyers, such travel was expensive for large quantities of goods. As such, many merchants chose to ply the seas of their oceanic world, giant ships sailing between the great floating hives. These large, slow vessels were often vulnerable to pirates seeking to plunder them and take their cargo for the illegitimate mini-hives which drifted with the currents. But it seemed it wasn't pirates that would be the end of the Rectitude.

    Midshipman Watts gaped as the chitinous creatures swarmed over the lower decks. The sailors fought to force them back, but as William watched one of the creatures reached its gigantic pincered apendage out and severed a seaman at the waist. The long pikes the sailors normally used to pull in smaller craft simply bounced off the armor of the scuttling creatures, while more of them continued to pull themselves over the sides of the ship and set upon the hapless men. The captain had sealed the bridge and now barked orders over the comm system to organize a concerted defense, but it was hopeless. In the chaos that was the decks of the ship, the midshipman could do nothing but watch as they were overwhelmed.
    >> Anonymous 04/13/11(Wed)03:04 No.14576779
    Caught up in the hopelessness of the situation, William had to throw himself back in fear to avoid being speared as one of the crab-like creatures clambered over the rail he had been perched at. Scrambling back until his back hit the bulkhead of the command bridge behind him, William quaked in fear as the creature advanced, chittering and waving its gigantic pincer claw. His hands scrabbled for the laspistol he had been issued upon graduation, but as soon as he freed it from the holster the rolling of the ship tipped it out of his grasp and it slid over the edge of the deck. The creature almost upon him now, William cowered back and prayed that the lighthouse of the great God-Emperor would guide his soul.

    His eyes closed, William never saw the gigant red-and-blue figure leap impossibly up from the deck below. Its booted feet landed on the back of the crab creature, forcing it down to the deck. And as a giant pincer reached for it, the figure drove a long harpoon down through the thick armored carpace into the body of the creature... which promptly exploded. Stepping down from the now-smoking carpace, the gore-covered behemoth freed its harpoon at reached a hand out to the quavering Midshipman. Pulling him to his feet with a yank that almost dislocated his arms, the giant emitted a deep rumbling sound. It took the dazed sailor a moment to realize that the behemoth was laughing, a low rolling chuckle at his confused state.
    >> Anonymous 04/13/11(Wed)03:11 No.14576844
    "Come brother!" The giant figure called to him. "The sea has seen fit to challenge us on this day!" And without another word the red-and-blue warrior swung itself over the railing and plunged into the melee below. William found himself staring down once again at a massacre, yet this time it was the crab creatures who could not stand their ground. More of the giants had boarded the Rectitude, and William finally recognized them as Space Marines, the revered warriors of the Emperor. Morover, they were the Abyssal Jaws, the chapter he himself had dreamed of becoming! He had not had the will as a youth to undergo the initiation challenge, and so had enrolled in the naval academy. Yet here they were, driving back these beasts from the deep. The marines fought with skill, and as William watched two worked in concert to trap the claw of the biggest of the creatures using massive hooks attached to their belts. The beast neutralized, a third warrior stabbed into its face with one of their explosive harpoons.

    Looking about the ship, William was agahst to see a gigantic hole in the windscreen of the command bridge above him. It seemed one of the creatures had managed to bash its way through, and the bridge crew were only saved by dint of being less visible than the captain's elevated position. Yet despite this loss of command, the ship badly needed to return to safe harbor for repairs. While the sleek skimmer the Marines had used could guide them, the ship could not go without a commander. And so it was that, despite his trepidation, the young Captain Watts of the IMS Rectitude found himself very quickly tiring of the taste of crab.
    >> Anonymous 04/13/11(Wed)05:40 No.14577923
    and nice writefaggotry
    >> Anonymous 04/13/11(Wed)05:47 No.14577966
    Oh, JAWS!

    Firrst time I saw /tg/ mention these guys, I read it as 'Abyssal Jews'.
    >> Anonymous 04/13/11(Wed)06:38 No.14578211
    Oh god
    I laughed
    >> Anonymous 04/13/11(Wed)06:42 No.14578233
    Oh god
    I laughed

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