Heresy grows from idleness. Definitely Chaos.

Rude Marines?

Objective marines sounds more accurate

Juggernaut marines?

How about they also go exactly from point A to point B, if there is something in their way, they tear it down, kill it or simply blast through it.

They cannot into alternate routes.

Geneseed flaw that makes them exceedingly single minded?

Probably most marines, honestly. Except it looks more like "shoot at the big guy, then slash the rest" or "aim the Jump landing directly on the big guy".

You have to figure most marine deployments are pretty run-of-the-mill shit. You don't often see the bigger Orks or Chaos around.

>>16350889
What about Chaos Orks?

most likely chaos warband
to not attack the Emperor's enemy's every chance you get is to blaspheme against Him

>>16350880
"Brother-Captain Tarus, there's a hive world in the path of our Crusade Fleet, shall we diverge?"

"No, go through it."

I'm sort of liking these guys now.

>>16350880

"An enemy fleet dares approach Holy Terra itself!"

"What is their position?"

"Straight ahead, sir, on the other side of the planet!"

"...ALL POWER TO ENGINES."

>>16350973
"Brother-Captain, we've seem to have to have stopped."
"What is the meaning of this?!"
"We seem to have crashed into that planet."
"Well get the shovels and dig!"

Hmm. What's a succinct way to say, "The I-Don't-Give-A-Shit-Marines"?

Somehow I imagine them being something like a relaxed Kool-Aide man, bursting through walls to get where they're going - but without the "OH YEAH!".

Actually, without any acknowledgment of the fact that they're going through someone's walls at all.

Wait. I've fucking got it.

The Obstinate Marines.

Their armor is all unpainted metal. Someone once told them to paint it, and they decided not to just to spite them.

Isn't this basically the Iron Warriors?

>>16350973
They are the Juggernaut Don't get on their path, because if there is no path... they will make one.

>>16351213
>just to spite them
Doing it wrong.
They didn't, because it was unnecessary busywork and kept them from fighting.

>>16351214
Perhaps they are a successor chapter, but with all those natural tendencies turned up to eleven.

>>16351218
Okay, there you go. Someone told them to paint their armor and choose an emblem and colors, but they paid no attention to the command because they were too busy getting to the fighting.

>>16351218

It was painted once, gilded and decorated to a point of splendor to celebrate their service to the Emperor.

Since then, each marine has bull-rushed through so many adamantium walls, ship hulls, and planets, that nothing is left but flecks of gold paint.

Astral Knights rammed their Battle barge into the World Engine, whole chapter was wiped out.

>>16351227
They don't even have a proper name for their chapter. Obstinate Marines is a nickname they got from the other marines, officially they're just Astartes Chapter #1298.

By contrast, the tech priests who keep their weapons and armor in check are absolute masters of their craft. Managing to make power armor capable of being under sustained direct fire for hours at a time and still effortlessly plow it's way through a wall. They also designed a variaty of ammo-belts for the marines weapons, to cut down on reload time.

Though they recieve no appreciation for their work, they see the marines akin to machines themselves, their mindset of "do exactly my job, nothing else, and let nothing stop me." feels akin to a true weapon. They find it a strange honor to work in service of true weapons of humanity. Almost as if you could directly serve a storm bolter that got up and killed people on it's own.

Hmm. I think it's only appropriate that every single one of them is in absolutely balls to the walls pimped out Terminator armor.

Not in decoration; no. In sheer brutal practicality, armor, and weaponry. They are the most heavily armored marines in the Imperium.

Because they don't have time to put up with the little bullshit like enemies with plasma rifles.

These guys are basically walking around with vehicle armor.

>>16351299
So incredibly cold and single-minded and they aspire to have machine-like qualities.
Sounds like Iron Hands successors.

>>16351299
So they're the Imperial Power fists?

Their pauldrons, breastplate, and helmets should all be wedge shaped, so as to facilitate maximum penetration of obstructions.

>>16351335
They have only one battle cry.

"RAMMING SPEEEEEEED!"

>>16351324
oh, not the marines. They don't give a care. They're doing the minimal ammount of work possible at any particular moment because they simply do not care to put forth any additional effort. They probably don't even bother to blink more than once every 3 minutes. The Tech-preists view them as machines, however, but their boring useless little opinions are nothing beyond verbal refuse cluttering the ears of the Obstinate Marines

>>16351348
It isn't that they don't want to do any extra work; it's that they can't spare the time.

They're simply so focused on their objective and busy with it that they can't be bothered with doing anything else.

>>16351322
terminator armour isnt always very practical though

>>16351348
you getting it wrong...

>>16350880
I got one group of marines unpainted.

think of their chaos paintscheme, quick!

>>16351434
Space marines, practical...

>>16351335
They should have full blown cowcatchers built into their armour and big car horns to get everyone out of their way

>>16351348

It would be funny to see a gaggle of techmarines ans servitors trying to keep up with a battle-brother for repairs as he strides ever forward, never stopping.

>>16351457
Tech Priests have to lure the Marines onto a special circuit track with some sort of bait on a stick to keep them in place for long enough

>>16351434
They're the Obstinate Marines. Not the practical marines.

None can stop them. They are forever undaunted in their purpose.

Should someone prove capable of harming them, they just bolt more armor on and keep on striding.

Haters gonna hate.

>>16351452
Red with green traffic lights

>>16351452
You can't tell the difference.

Neither can they.

>>16351470
Am I the only one thinking pit stops?

>>16351492
THERE'S NO TIME FOR REPAIRS. JUST BOLT ON MORE ARMOR!

>>16351452
Pink, green and blue.

>>16351452
Blue and orange with lavender spots

>>16351487
They're too busy for this loyalist/heretic shit.

They've got work to do.

They still don't know the heresy even happened. Some walk around with blatant chaos mutations - but no one can tell, because it's hidden under all the armor they never take off, and they're too focused on the job to notice.

>>16351514
Addendum; they still think it's the great crusade.

They don't even realize they're a successor chapter to someone else.

They're too busy working to worry about shit like that.

>>16351518

Do work, son.

They should just be plain metal, bolter grey, covered in scuffs, dings, and chips of different colored paint from all the stuff they've walked through.

That is the way they gain honors and recognize service. Brother Indomitable has a few flecks of red paint from the campaign against Khorne berzerkers during the 13th Black Crusade, and some yellow from the skirmish with the Tau on the Outer Rim.

>>16351492
REFUEL POWER PACK GO!
RELOAD WEAPON GO!
CHANGE BOOTS GO!
LIGHT CANDLES GO!
PRAY TO THE MACHINE GOD GO!
RAISE LOLLIPOP!
VVvvvvooommm!

>>16351492
>>16351527
To aid in this process, forward scouts are sent along with techpriests to set up temporary repair stations down the path of attack. That way there is no need to slow down when the advance inevitably begins.

When you see them, spread across the horizon at the edge of this field we call war, know this: You will not stop them. They shall never stop, not even for the greatest of spectacles the universe may provide. These are unnecessary things to these Marines. They will not stop.

They never stop.

Just pray, friend, pray that you are not the one they are here for. If they come it would be in your best interest to simply move aside and let them pass for you may live to see another day in your unnecessary life.

>>16351176

Dwarf Marines!

Someone arty get on this and design some smashey armour!

>>16351335
my wedge is my shield

>>16351629
Haha, that's awesome.

The "Obstinate" Juggernaut Marines.

"MY WEDGE IS MY SHIELD!"

"RAMMING SPEED!"

"NO MAN CAN STOP THE WILL OF THE EMPEROR!"

"MORE ARMOR!"

"THERE'S NO TIME! CHARGE!"

"THE MONOLITH! WE HEADBUTT THAT TO SCRAP AND THIS IS OVER!"

Here's just a rough idea how I thought they might look

>>16351655
Too orky

>>16351655
Not bad, but yeah, it looks too orky.

They need actual legs. Just stubby legs covered in too much armor.

If I was good at writefaggotry, I'd make a story where a Obstinate Marine gets lost in the warp and walks through Slaanesh's realm, eventually going past Slaanesh herself, too focused on getting to where he was supposed to be to notice the hottest (wo)man in existence.

>>16351690
It shall be known as Obstinance: The Stridening

>>16351690
Then he walks right through the Skull Throne and out the other side.

>>16351690
Obstinance is abstinence.

>>16351690
Tzeentch tries to make the Obstinate marine change direction.

NOT AS PLANNED.

I hope you don't mind, drawfag. I colored your picture.

ALL BEHOLD: GRAY ON GRAY.

>>16351690
>>16351706
>>16351721
Now we just need his adventures with Nurgle. And an ending.

>>16351772
HE WALKED THROUGH NURGLE TO THE MATERIAL REALM!

>>16351782
How, how does that work? Does Nurgle's stoumach hole contain a portal?

>>16351748
Looks sorta like someone glued a miniature spaceship to the front of his armor.

>>16351786
You'd be surprised what a warp god's stomach can contain. Especially nurgle's.

>>16351748
Good God, that looks awesome, and if I were half-way decent at conversions I would make my marines to be into obstinate marines.

>>16351191
Apathy Marines?

>>16351748
Okay, I changed it just a bit. There's some metallic highlighting now.

Consider:

Obstinate Marine is sent on an errand by the chapter; he must go and get rations for his brothers.

On the path to the store where the snacks are located, there will be chaos marines doing something quite heretical.

Does Obstinate Marine simply walk by?

>>16351877
Walk by?

He walks through. And over.

He tramples the Chaos marine without even noticing what he did.

Stand not in the way of the Emperor. On you we tread.

>>16351877

That's an excellent hypothetical question. I would think, he might possibly shoot at them, but I don't believe that he would do anything that would delay is task, such as some sort of planned out guerrilla fighting tactics that would probably be necessary for a successful victory against such a larger force.

>>16351885

Say they are off to the side, not in his direct and immediate path. They may even require turning one's head to notice, but they can clearly be heard calling the Emperor dirty names. (Noise Marines if you will)

tried to envision how their termies would look like

>>16351877
He would ignore them as long as they were no threat to him completing his mission.

>>16351897
CSM: Sup, bro
Obstinate marine: ...
CSM #2: He said 'Sup, bro!'
Obstinate marine: ...
CSM: Hey, you listen- *tries to stop obstinate marine*
Obstinate marine: *Blam*

>>16351926
Why does the termie have a jump pack

>>16351940
Because otherwise they're too slow.

>>16351926
Aw damn. You awesome, drawfag.

I'm still working on highlighting the first pic. I can't do blood like that, though.

>>16351940
To initiate Flying Bodyslams

>>16351940
because you can never run fast enough in termie armor.

also because i enjoy raping the fluff.

>>16351960
Well, if there's jump packs for dreadnoughts...

>>16351947
hold up with that highlighting,i gotta change the lineart's pauldrons and helmet to look less goofy.

>>16351968

I've been trying to do the helmet in three dimensions....

I can't seem to make it not look like he has got a cone as a helmet.

>>16351968
Alright. This is as far as I've gotten.

Guess I'll have to start over with your new pic.

>>16351998
This is as far as I've gotten, I mean. Forgot the pic.

>>16351985
I think that's fine. The Custodes have far more preposterous helmets than this guy does. In fact, I think it makes them look distinct.

"Pyramid helmets" could be their thing. That and the hilariously awesome pauldrons.

>>16351877
If he can turn around to their direction and shoot at them, perhaps even swing a chainsword, without changing direction or slowing down at all, he might. Then he would do a bit more of the same on the way out. Then finally he might, if just the right one strikes his fancy, report it to some other Marines so that they could send another guy there with the specific mission of kicking their asses.

>>16351926
>Terminators with jump packs.
All of my gene-seed.

>>16352059
I'm telling you, he doesn't even bother stopping. He literally walks right over them, stomping them to death on his way to his destination.

>>16352059

I like it, very deliberate. Marine 1 notices enemy, reports it to chapter, they send out Marine 2 with the specific task of killing the heretics.

They wouldn't even need to worry if the heretics left, because Marine 2 will NEVER stop until they are dead.

They only have to worry about what the heretics will do in the interim.

>>16352107
So, what happens when to marines are in a collision course?

>>16352059

Going by the OP, since the Chaos Marines are capable of threatening him, he wouldn't just ignore them. Unless they were armed with air guns or something.

>>16352125
They politely stop, chat about their respective missions, have some tea, and move around one another so they can continue in their duties.

It is in fact, the only thing that can stop them.

>>16352125

If its a normal marine I suppose it would move out of the way.

If it is another Obstinate Marine...it would be like the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object.

God-Emperor preserve us

>>16352145
So...
Alpha Legion infiltrators manage to use this to destabilize the chapter, then?

>>16352125
Their secret greetings on recognizing another of their order is to raise their hand out, grasp the other marine by the hand and pivot about it, both accelerating the other to their respective duties with even greater speed.

It's especially glorious when done in midair as a air to ground/ground to air collision.

>>16352125
You ever heard of the eye of terror?

Rank in in the chapter should be determined by the distance travelled by a marine.

The Chapter Master, should be a marine who has walked the length and breadth of the Imperium, from Holy Terra to the edge of Imperial space, and continues to walk still upon uncharted worlds.

He hasn't been seen in thousands of years, but each marine strives to follow in his footsteps as a sort of pilgrimage.

>>16352235
Their Chapter Master left to continue the great crusade, furious that the other chapters had been halted in their purpose of galactic conquest.

Now, the chapter has an unending goal of conquest on the edge of the Imperium, unconcerned with the inner politics of other chapters.

Even if the Imperium were to fall tomorrow, they would still continue their endless goal of fighting beyond the fringes of the imperium, traveling on an endless track in circles around the edge of the galaxy.

I'm wondering what is the general opinion on bikes with this chapter.
On the plus side it's getting you from point A to point B quicker.

Their opposites are the " Obsessive Marines "

They take notice and react to EVERYTHING. As a group. You will find the ENTIRE chapter charging after ONE cultist who just, mistakenly, fired his tape&rubber band piece of shit stubber at the Obsessive Marines.

Who missed. Horribly.

But the Obsessive Marines are not ones to simply shoot the man. Only a heretic could birth such a man. They now hunt his mother and entire family. Every friend and relative he ever knew- they devote an entire decade to researching everything about this man. Then a decisive strike occurs. Wiping out everyone he ever knew.

When he knows his entire existance, everyone he knew, everything he cared for is in utter ruin and wiped from history itself. Only then, do the Obsessive Marines destroy him.

All for simply leveling his shitty, harmless gun at them.

Their armor and gear are kept pristine the entire time. They carry spare paint to patch up every scar as soon as they can on equipment. Even drop pods are pulled free and painted annew.

Their chaos counterparts are the Obtuse marines.

They are unsure of what their objectives are, and when they're around, neither is anyone else.

>>16352372
Alpha legion then?

>>16352359
I thought all space marines were like that.

Huh.

>>16352347
Not bikes, they can't ram through things. They prefer quadbikes, big ones, with a power cow-catcher on the front. Like a power fist, only big and wedge-shaped.

>>16352347

Bikes would be favoured as long as they were equipped with extra armour plating and a battering ram so they can ram through obstacles.

Isn't there a long standing rivalry between the Obstinate Marines and the Obsessive Marines?

I recall hearing that long ago the Chapter Master of the Obstinate Marines walked THROUGH the Chapter Master of the Obsessive Marines, who simply wished to discuss a ceremonial exchange of arms.

The Obsessive Marines have spent every second of the hundreds of years that have passed since that day investigating the Obstinate Marines for heresy.

>>16352378
You know, it would be interesting if the Obstinate Juggernaut Marines were an Alpha Legion loyalist chapter, determined to do everything the opposite of the way their Primarch did because they saw him as too divided and indirect.

And they're pissed that he bothered to stop the great crusade because of some Heresy bullshit. Doesn't he know they have work to do? They're too busy for rebellion.

.>>16352407
Yes but they have a very hard time doing so. As the more they investigate, the more they follow the wake of the Obstinate Marines...as the Obstinates ignore the cultists, the cultists shoot the Obsessive Marines, and a new life-long hunt for everyone those cultists once loved begins... so they can never fully catch up to the suspected heresy of the Obstinate Marines.

>>16352431
lol

I guess the legacy of the Obstinate Marines had died out

May they walk forever

>>16352720

And ever, and ever, and ever

>>16352726
And so on

>>16352737

And so forth

Don't give up now, you pansies.

There's still work to do.

Suggested name: Astartes Partinax. (Latin for stubborn).

Their Chapter headquarters should be located on an asteroid that is hurling endlessly toward the boundaries of the galaxy. The Obstinate Marines will bring the Emperor's light to the darkest depths.

It could be called "The Pertinacious"

I'd like to point you all to >>16352711 /that guy/'s doing this shit.

>this thread

All supplies (ammo and suchlike) are fired in pods well ahead of the Obstinate Marine advance, so that they aren't slowed down by having to carry more ammo than necessary and don't have to halt the advance to bring up more supplies.

Centuries of not giving a fuck and taking small arms fire head on polish their armour, so the older the marine- the shinier his gear is.

Special dreadnoughts, Indomitable class, clear the way with the chapter's signature weapon, the powerwedge, or "grox-catcher".

On many agriworlds farmer's cart their goods down centuries-old roads; evidence of an Obstinate Marine's passing in days of old.

Goddamnit /tg/ . Every time you make a custom chapter like this I really want to build one. My 40k scenes is so devoid of imagination it's depressing. I just don't have the means..

>>16353038
What does your 40k scene mostly play?

Brother Obduratus did not stop or slow as the report came in from his scout squadron. There was no time for that kind of bullshit.

"Sir, we have the Xenos assault units trapped on the second floor of the building. Unfortunately the only way up is a set up wooden stairs. Recommend standby until the tech marines can activate the elevatus."

He did not stop to shake with rage at this suggestion. He was too determined to stride to his goal. However, as he kicked down the walls of the building the Xenos were holed up in, he did spare the time for a small rebuke.

"Hold for the elevatus? We are no ultramarines."

As he activated the jump packs on his terminator armor, he had but one thing to say.

"We are the Obstinate Marines. The Emperor's Juggernauts. And nothing will stand in our way."

Inside the building, the jump packs propelled him upward until he burst through the ceiling to the floor above.

In a corner, the squad of Firewarriors cowered and readied their weapons.

Nothing could stand in the way of his mission.

Inquisitor Toth glared at the white-haired Blood Raven. “Captain. I am not questioning your loyalty. But I have to wonder if the events you witnessed on Cyrene perhaps affected your judgment.” Angelos spun around, seething. “I apologize. That was a poor choice of words. But...what?” The tense exchange between the two power-armored men was broken by the keening shriek of a drop pod. Toth tilted his head back and gaped. “Did you call for them?”
“Of course not,” Angelos growled. “I know better.”
The pod slammed into the ground nearly half a click to the north. A plume of dust and Orkish bits rocketed into the sky from the impact. Toth broke into a jog, his artificer armor eating up the distance, Angelos hot on his heels. He reached the edge of the crater and stared.
A small pack of Orks was busily firing away at the six-man squad of Astartes that had climbed out of the pod, who were looking around themselves as if confused. Suddenly, they seemed to notice the Orks around them, and one of them distractedly picked one up and threw it into the others, bowling them over. Before they could react, the squad leadrer hefted his bolter and took off at a dead sprint, racing for…Toth’s stomach knotted. They were headed directly for the mine where the Key of the Maledictum had been hidden away.
“By the Throne,” Toth grumbled. “They’re called the Partinax Marines for a damned reason…”
Angelos looked at the spectacle and laughed. “Well, this should be entertaining. Come on, we can see it better from over there.”
The newcomers wasted no time. The group of Marines charged forward through the forest, plowing through the brush as if it weren’t there. A small cluster of equipment pods landed ahead of them, and they snatched more weapons from them without even slowing down.

>>16353273
Atop a nearby hillock, the Dark Reapers of Macha’s task force watched, unseen. “Farseer,” one reported, tapping his helmet, “A group of Imperials has arrived. They are NOT the Ravens.”
“Who are they?” Macha’s irritated voice replied.
“Ah…I’m not sure. They’re plowing through the Orks like a molecular stiletto through air.”
“Well…how close are they to the Key?”
“Very.”
As if they had been listening in, the Astartes suddenly changed course, sprinting through a started clump of Orks who had wandered into their path. The Nob leading them saw the commotion and waved his choppa at them. “Dere’s da Space Marines! Krump ‘em good, boyz!” The greenskins still on their feet roared in response.
“WAAAAGH! Gut ‘em! We’ll…uh…” they trailed off as the Marines charged, heedless, through the clearing and out the other side, ignoring the Orks completely.
“W…wot do we do, boss?” one asked the Nob hesitantly.
“FOLLOW THEM, YA GIT!” he yelled back. “Iz you blind? They must be headin’ to a betta fight!” The Orks nodded at their leader’s impeccable logik and trundled off after the distant Astartes.
In the middle of a ruined Imperial chapel, nearly a mile ahead, Farseer Macha bowed her head respectfully to the Dark Reaper Exarch who stood before her. “Thank you, my dear friend, for your sacrifice. I must call upon you to execute it now.”
“You can not ask for what I give freely, Farseer. My life if Biel-Tan’s.” Without another word, he strode over the lip of the ruined building and vanished in a brilliant red fireball.
“The Seers have chosen! The Young King has sacrificed himself. We see now, the War God! Kaela Mensha Khaine!” she called out, arms raised.

“I…HAVE AWOKEN…TO DO BATTLE…WITH THE ENEMIES OF THE ELDAR…” a reverberating voice said from beyond the shattered building façade. “NOW DIRECT ME…TO THE – OW! WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Macha blinked at the deviation from the ritual. Curiosity got the best of her, and she inched forward to look over the edge of the crumbling stairs in front of the building.
Khaine was sprawled on his front, the Wailing Doom lodged in the ground. A small band of Astartes was trampling over his molten form, apparently unaware that they had even hit anything. Macha gaped at the affront. The frontmost Marine turned a corner and ran out of sight as the others followed. As the last one neared the side of the building, Macha fired off a shot from her pistol at the edge of the building, catching the Marine’s attention.
“Space Marine!” she yelled, livid beyond imagining. The Marine glanced at her. “Who in the HELL do you think you are?! Get back here and answer for what you have done!”
“…No.” And without another word, the Marine ran after his colleagues, leaving Macha to gape like a fish under her helmet.

>>16353045
Nothing really special, that's the problem.

Just normal armies. Not even a custom chapter or IG regiment etc. No different colours schemes, no trophies, no conversions, just boring plain shit.

If I show up with these guys with all this fluff I would likely fry their brain, as if imagination DOES NOT COMPUTE.

Several kilometers away, Isador, Angelos, and Toth watched the spectacle through their long-optics with varying levels of emotion. Toth was finding it hard to stifle the impulse to groan, Isador was alternating between amusement and private concern, and Angelos could barely suppress a laugh. “I could watch this all day!” Angelos said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Why are we simply allowing this?” Isador asked, directing his question to the Inquisitor.
“You want to go tell them to stop?” Toth asked pointedly.
Back in the city, the War God struggled to his feet, wrath oozing from his molten face. “THOSE…MORTALS DARED…TO BOWL ME OVER? THEIR DOOM CREAKS FROM…THEIR TWISTED BODIES…I SHALL CLEAVE THEM RIGHT AGAIN!”
“And we shall follow, Venerated Khaine,” Macha said. She turned to her Warlocks and bade them follow, but before they could, an animalistic roar sounded from down the road. The assembled Eldar turned to see a small army of Orks chasing after the Marines, panting.
“Dere’s a fight worth havin’, boyz!” the Nob at the head of the pack roared. “Kill da big burnin’ one! I want his head for me pointy stikk!”
Angelos burst out laughing at the sight, as the shocked Eldar warhost and the rabble of Orks fell upon each other with a fury. “Oh, holy Emperor, this is the best thing I’ve seen all week!”

Less than two miles away from where the Eldar god of War was having a very bad day, a pair of Alpha Legionnaires stood plotting. “Your…assurances leave me cold, Sssssindri,” the balding Chaos Lord said, glaring at his counterpart.
“My Lord Bale, you need not concern yourself. The Eldar and the Orks are useful tools, no question. Their distractions, and the sacrifices of their blood, will be more than enough!” the Sorcerer said soothingly. He gestured grandly at the collapsed building behind him, where a small pack of cultists were busily clearing away rubble. “The Key of the Maledictum shall be ours in no time, I promise you.”
“We shall see,” Bale snarled. “I am rather more concerned by the arrival of the Space Marines. They could find the ritual sites before we have a chance to perform them fully.”
“Always a risk, yes, but the Blood Ravens are too busy evacuating the civilians of the planet to stop us,” Sindri said, turning his back on Bale and walking up to the building.
“So you said,” Bale rejoined, turning to follow. “The Blood Ravens are – OW!”
“What now, Lord Bale?” Sindri started to say as he looked back, but before he could finish, he was knocked off his feet by a charging pile of ceramite. Sindri struggled to his feet and watched in disbelief as the crumbling wall of the temple - and the cultists hacking away at it – flew apart, and six Marines charged into the building.

>>16353374

>>16353301
>partinax pls go
>no

>>16353199
>"We are the Obstinate Marines. The Emperor's Juggernauts. And nothing will stand in our way."
For the sake of the fluff, I think
>"We are the Astartes Chapter #1298.. The Emperor's Juggernauts. And nothing will stand in our way."
would work better

>>16353374
Oh god, this is the best thing I've read in weeks.

Another wave of spore-laden smog wafted over the trenches, and Guardsman Allidus prayed to the Emperor that he had fixed his gasmask tightly. For weeks massed swarms of chitinous creatures assaulted the Imperial lines. The tyranid had come to this planet to feed, and this meager lot of humanity was the only thing standing in its way. They would not be for long. Guardsman Donic had called the alien horde “an unstoppable force”. Donic received a bolt round to the head from the Commissar for that remark.

Allidus fit the magazine into his lasgun and prepared to die when a call rang out along the lines. Eventually the news reached their post. “A space marine! One of the Emperor’s angels!” the messenger blurted excitedly as he made his way through the dugout trench. Allidus’ pulse quickened. A space marine? Here?
Perhaps there was hope for them after all. But only one?

Lifting his head as high as he dared, Allidus peaked over the earthworks to the battlefield. There strode a lone space marine, seemingly oblivious to the carnage around him. He was a massive thing, a slab of gunmetal armour encasing his superhuman form. It was pitted and dented from what seemed like a million strikes. Stabbing claws and grabbing hands worked at him, but he marched ever forward, plowing through the horde like a wedge. Xenos that got caught in his way were simply trampled into paste; quick, precise bursts of bolter fire were casually aimed and let loose. Hundreds of the monsters fell.

>>16353374
Come on, where is the rest

>>16353432
Now I feel silly
>>16353431

Allidus had never seen such a thing in his life. A momentous cheer rose from the guard lines. It seemed like this lone space marine would win the day. The celebration was premature, however. All the boisterous laughter died away as a massive monster, larger than the rest, rose from the seething mass. It dwarfed the space marine, and brandished its menacing claws and dripping biological weapons. Allidus had heard of this beast.; the hive tyrant, the leader of the swarm. With a deafening screech it charged toward the space marine, and with blinding speed it snatched him in its jaws, and swallowed him whole.

Men began to flee. Lasguns were thrown aside. The Commissar fired his bolt pistol into the backs of the deserters until he ran out of ammo, and was overrun by the tyranid. Allidus looked on in dismay. They had come so close. The huge hive tyrant bellowed again, as if boasting of its victory. On and on it roared, until the pitch began to change into a gurgling bellow, and then a pained scream. The monster doubled over, and began to retch ichors from its maw, all the while screaming and screaming.

Allidus watched in horror as the stomach of the monster began to split and tear. Taut sinew and meter thick chitin was rent open from the inside. The sound of tearing flesh and animalistic screams reached a crescendo, and the hive tyrant’s stomach exploded in a wave of gore. Out of the ragged red hole strode the space marine, covered in innards. Without even stopping to brush away the viscera the marine continued on in the direction he was traveling. Allidus’ jaw hung open, his mind unable to make sense of the spectacle he just saw. With the psychic direction of the hive tyrant severed the remaining tyranid milled aimlessly on the battlefield. A torrent of bolter fire from guard reinforcements made short work of them.

“An amazing sight, isn’t it lad?” a gruff voice called from behind. There stood Lord General Titian, resplendent in his golden armour, but a good deal less impressive to Allidus than he had been before the battle. “Aye, my Lord. Did you summon the space marines to aid us?” The general laughed, and slowly nodded his head. “I’m afraid not my lad. That was a Partinax Marine….an Obstinate Marine. He was spotted in the sector a week ago. I doubt he even knew there was a war raging on this world. Regardless, he has saved us this day.”

Allidus stared at his commander. He stared at the broken and mutilated bodies the marine had casually left in his wake. Finally. He watched the form of the hulking warrior fade off into the distance, silhouetted by the sun, ever marching.

>>16351348
Still they sound like Iron Hand successors. There was one piece of fluff where Irons Hand arrive at the rebellious planet only to witness huge Warp portal opening, guess what they do? They perform near suicidal extra focused spearhead attack against the portal. Sounds something Astartes Chapter #1298 would do.
>>16351552
>>16351527
They just use pit stop drop pods. Inside of them looks like similar to the chamber in Starcraft 2 intro only with tech priest and servitors instead of robotic arms.

“No! The Key! We must protect it!” Bale roared, running after the Astartes. Inside was bedlam, as cultists poured in after the running Marines, who had barely even slowed down after running through the wall. The assembled cultists sent a stream of poorly-aimed lasbolts after the running men, but it was no use. Before Bale and Sindri’s horrified eyes, the Astartes leading the charge ran up to the slow-levitating Key and…body-slammed it into the far wall with an echoing CRUNCH. As one, the cultists screamed and bolted, dropping their weapons. The two Alpha Legionnaires stood aghast as the Marines brushed themselves off and looked around themselves, as if only then noticing where they were.
“Well, I think we’re done here,” the one who had destroyed the Key said to the others, eliciting a chorus of “yeah,” “uh huh,” and “job well done.”
“YOU WAIT JUST ONE DAMN MINUTE!” Bale roared, his warped voice echoing through the building. He charged forward, swigning his scythe with all the strength his rage and disappointment could lend him. “I AM NOT FINISHED WITH YOU, CORPSE-WORSHIPPERS!”
“Finished?” one Marine asked of the others, shrugging.
“Finished,” the pointman responded. They six men formed back up into the wedge they had been in before, now pointed back at the door…and through Bale.
“I WILL RIP THE MEAT FROM YOUR CARCASSES, SPACE MAR…wait no!” Bale had time to say before the charging arrowhead of ceramite and adamantine slammed into him yet again. Sindri barely managed to jump aside before the Astartes charged through the gap they had opened, running back the way they had come. “Argh…” Bale moaned from the floor, gingerly picking himself back up. He limped over to where the flabbergasted Sorcerer was standing, and joined him in staring at the retreating Marines. “Sssssindri,” he growled, “who the fuck were they?”
“I…have no idea,” Sindri managed.

started doodling an obstinance termie then I dsicovered he has far too little armor bolted on and gave up.


(real reason is that I suck at lighting)

>>16353488
That's great, drawfag. I only regret you didn't give him the pyramid head and pauldrons.

I know you said you hated them, but I loved those. They're distinctive.

You did good work.

The Inquisitor and his two Astartes compatriots watched the scene from their hilltop perch. Isador and Angelos glared at the Inquisitor. “Chaos Space Marines? Here?” Angelos said coldly. “Funny how you didn’t stop to tell us.”
“It was irrelevant, Captain,” Toth said warily. “This world will be swallowed by the Warp Storm regardless of your or my efforts. And now that the Astartes Partinax have destroyed the relic that would have allowed the Alpha Legion to summon the Daemon of the Maledictum, my job here is done. Forgive my earlier suspicion.”
“Yes…”Isador said, carefully hiding his disappointment. Before Toth could expound upon his statement, the charging Marines ran back up to the pod they had ridden down in, still sitting in the crater below. Angelos gave Toth one last frigid stare before jogging down.
“Brothers. Well done down there,” he said, gesturing at the carnage in the city. The sergeant looked him over before returning the gesture with a curt nod.
“Thank you, Captain,” he said, tapping a red button inside the pod. A Thunderhawk Transporter swooped down in the distance, homing in on the beacon.
“I was rather hoping that you could help us drive off the remaining xenos while the Guard evacuates the civilians, or perhaps neutralize the Chaos forces here,” Angelos said, his voice trailing off when he saw the look on the other man’s face. He knew better than to try to change a Partinax’s mind, so he changed tracks. “Let us at least help you load up your pod.”

“Sure, thanks,” the Marine said as the Thunderhawk flew overhead, opening its cargo claws. The Blood Ravens and the Partinaxes hefted the pod into the claw and clambered aboard, leaving Toth to glare at the ship. As it lifted, and he ignored Angelos’ jaunty wave, he turned back to his own ship, flexing his power-armored hands.
His empty hands.
He suddenly shot bolt upright as realization hit him.
Aboard the grey Thunderhawk, the leader of the Partinax looked over Angelos’ armament with naked envy. “Nice Daemonhammer.”
“Thank you, brother,” Angelos said, testing the heft of the weapon. “It was a gift.”

FIN

>>16353562

Put this one in the ARCHIVE!

>>16353514
What wedge things?
Never mentioned it, I came into thread asking for chaos paintjob, went to town and came back to do this.

You must have been confusing me with some other draw friend.

also 1d4chan this shit quick

>>16353562
OH GOD I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING

>>16353562
this makes me very happy

>>16353577
Oh, sorry. I thought you were the guy who did these:

>>16351629
>>16351926

>>16353577
>What wedge things?
Basically this >>16351629 >>16351861

>this thread has received 1 of 4 requests needed to trigger archival.

>>16353562
This has to be the best I've ever read. Hilarious.

/r/ archive nao, good sir.

>mfw this thread

I love you, /tg/.

Never go changing on me, you hear?

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16350251/
archived

>>16353667
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16350251/

thanks i could help bro

>go on 1d4chan
>ctrl+f "obstinance marines"
>0 results

mfw

>>16353692

>mfw it's true

This cannot...nay, must not stand!

Obstinate Dreadnoughts, that is all.

>>16353692
Obstinate Marines. Chapter #1298. They don't have a proper name, they have always been too busy to bother with one.

They call themselves the "emperor's juggernauts", others call them the "obstinate marines".

Their origins are shrouded in mystery. None know if they are a successor of the Iron Hands or a loyalist Alpha Legion successor; rumors abound as to both possibilities. They've always been too busy to care about clearing up the issue.

>>16353732
Obstinate marine dreadnaughts don't even realize they're dead.

They're so focused on the mission that they don't care. They're just thrilled about all the extra armor they can lug around.

Also, they too have jump packs.

>>16353732

What happens when an Obstinate Marine dreadnought gets damaged beyond functioning...

Do they have something like a Juggernaut to strap the dreadnought up to so it can continue its inexorable march?

>>16353755
tank treads?

>>16353755
it doesn't realize it's been disabled and somehow still manages to get where it's going, possibly some sort of back up legs or something

>>16353755
On the rare occations when obstinate dreadnought is too battle damaged to walk (or most likely collapses under the immense weight of it's extra armor) it crawls it's way towards the objective untill it hits a wall strong enough

>>16353771
it will find a way to go forward

>Chapter's 'fortress' is a group of -up armoured Leviathans
>even their base is unstoppable

stop not for the xeno!

>>16353755
Its pit crew immediately appears and straps more armor onto it.

Truly ancient Obstinate Marine dreadnaughts have so much powered armor covering them that they are more like small titans than dreadnaughts. They've got 14 vehicle armor all 'round.

And jump packs. So if their legs go down, they FLY to their destination. If their jetpacks go down, they crawl. If their arms give in, they slither.

If they die and are totally disabled, the obstinate marines will not rest until a fallen brother is retrieved (sent on a separate mission, of course) and repaired so that it can resume its holy mission.

Even in death, they are pig headedly stubborn bastards.

>>16353820
GLORIOUS!

STOP ME NOT IN MY COURSE! I AM UNDAUNTED!

>It was a gift

>>16353802

Four titans strapped together with some kind of cathedral built on top. It's a kind of funny shape, since the Obstinate Marines only had the One titan to begin with and it was only ever added to since, whilst in motion. Have you ever tried to build a cathedral worthy of the Emperor's praise on top of a mammoth walking killing machine in motion? No. So don't go criticizing the haphazard design.

What a truly glorious thread

>>16353829

EVEN IN DEATH, I STILL STRIDE.

>>16353829
and if dreadie dies, like really dies, is nothing but an empty shell littered with bullet holes.


they give it legs, and add a gas pedal.

which they tape down instantly

>>16353862
I HAVE NOT AWOKEN, FOR I HAVE NEVER SLEPT.

I WILL TRAMPLE THOSE THAT STAND BEFORE ME.

WAS THAT A BURNING HERETIC? OH WELL. I'VE GOT A JOB TO DO.

ONE CANNOT WAIT FOR TODAY. STRIDE NOW.

IGNORING TARGETS. CONTINUING TO OBJECTIVE.

rolled 3, 4, 3, 4, 3 = 17

>>16353873
The Chapter believes in Burial at Sea. The celestial sea that is. Every Battle Brother that falls is quickly processed into a macrocannon shell, one that is fired on a trajectory course to deep space, so that their journey may never end.

>>16353873
Deadnaughts become the chapters vehicles; armor reconfigured into the bikes, rhinos, and tanks of the chapter.

When a marine falls, he returns as a dreadnaught.

When a dreadnaught falls, he returns as a vehicle.

When the vehicle falls, it is bolted onto the chapter fortress, and continues on forever.

No death, no degree of oblivion, can stop them in their tread.

After a few campaigns the terminator will have so much ad-hoc armor bolted/welded/strapped onto his suit that it strains even the mighty servos in the armor's joints, and therefore requires an extra boost to aid locomotion.
So they fit a jump pack on the back. It doesn't let the suit fly, but at maximum thrust it is able to force the suit forward at a slightly increased rate. Because the armor itself is so heavy at this point, the terminator functions more like a rocket-propelled bulldozer. Like a heavily armored, oddly shaped bulldozer belching a massive wake of flame behind it as it inevitably forces itself through all obstacles by sheer force of momentum and weight.

>>16353873

"...The Obstinate dreadnoughts (Often referred to as 'Juggernauts' are within entombed the most stubborn of the Partinax Astartes. These super-heavy machines, even more heavily armoured and with far stronger locomotors than most dreadnoughts, are used in the very rare occasions where the Partinax alone cannot break through. They are the twice-living battering rams of the Imperium, and Emperor protect, you do -not- want to be in one's way."

>>16353873
Then the empty shell of the dreadnought is launched across the universe in holy pilgrimage.
They give him drills, just in case it crashes with something.

Wherever the Obstinate Marines go through they leave a trail of bodies... covered with cartoonish boot prints

So is their chapter fortress An asteroid hurtling through space, a convoy of up-armoured leviathans, or a multi-titan?

Or a multi-titan standing astride an asteroid flanked by up-armoured leviathans?

>>16353891

>I HAVE NOT AWOKEN, FOR I HAVE NEVER SLEPT.

Oh god, I lost it. GG.

>>16353895

Close, but the macrocannon shells are custom-fitted with a hyperdiamond-tipped drill that charges using solar radiation and a miniaturised ramscoop (which it uses to fire a powerful plasma engine), so that no matter what, no matter where it goes or what gets in it's way, it will NEVER. EVER. STOP.

rolled 9, 4, 6, 4, 6 = 29

>>16353920
The Inquisition is well aware of the Marines home base, and out of pity, send an unmarked chapter of "traitor" marines to redirect it's course every hundred years. So far, four chapters have held the honor of skirmishing their battle brothers, and securing the aid of the Inquisition forever more. It's the only thing that keeps the Juggernaughts in this universe.

>>16353920
All of them.

It was a titan. Then they bolted other titans onto it and a convoy of up-armored leviathans in order to give it more armor.

Then they put a hollowed out metallic asteroid on it as even more armor.

And not once during all of this did the obstinate marines crusade end to facilitate construction. The techpriests and techmarines work unendingly, forever adding more to the fortress of the obstinate marines.

One day, its armor may rival holy terra itself.

>>16353920

It was a titan, that become an amalgam of other titans, that they strapped to a battle-barge, that crashed into an asteroid that happened to be in the way. They kept the engines running, and just built the fortress into the asteroid. It's kept going ever since.

rolled 5, 10, 8, 2, 9 = 34

>>16353940
Closer. Living marines are fitted into the combat ready shells before a battle. Often times, enemy ships seem to find themselves boarded and fighting a losing battle after one or two salvos from the marines fleet. Thankfully, this seems to be all that the Juggernaughts can muster, as their Warships never really seem to stop moving towards their objectives.

Alright. So if I've got this right, when an Obstinate Marine's Dread falls in battle, the armor is turned into a vehicle, while the body is put into a cannon and shot into space.

This... this is glorious.

>>16353895
>>16353901
Thats, beautiful!

>>16353947

>One day, its armor may rival holy terra itself.

Or they'll crash it INTO Holy Terra, and just find someway of pushing THAT as well.

see, the chapter functions more like the ancient mongol hordes. All facilities are on massive treads that never stop turning.

As marines fall they are retrieved, either placed into dreadnaught armor or patched up ad-hoc on the spot.
As vehicles are destroyed/disabled, they are merely chained to the back of the moving mech-repair bay until they can be restored to working condition or scrapped for parts.

There are no formal plans, everything is improvised. There are half-dreadnaughts bolted onto predator chassis when their legs are blown off. There are battle bikes welded together in pairs to provide a firing platform for salvaged lascannon predator turrets. Rhino's with the top half of their hulls cut off, functioning as mobile parts-depots that trail the great caravan of medical and mechanical fortress-tanks. Land Raiders welded together to support a massive platform that mounts a salvaged macro-cannon and operates as mobile artillery.
They are like giant, iron locusts. All materials in their path are "donated" to the cause, they leave miles-wide swaths behind them, where the earth has been strip-mined of minerals and ores by mobile mining servitors in order to feed the belly of the leviathan furnaces and mobile forges that allows the marines to maintain a fighting force without ever needing to stop. Steel, Iron, Wood, Heresy, Xeno scum, all are rolled over and through.

>>16353994
They have several Blood Ravens bolted onto their Fortress Monastery.

They insist the Blood Ravens armor was donated to the cause. The Blood Ravens insist the Fortress Monastery was a gift to them and refuse to leave their armor.

They could....they could simply walk into Mordor!

playing one of these guys in deathwatch sounds like it'd be quite a lot of fun

>>16353994

Fuck me, it's like Municipal Darwinism.

>>16353975
after centuries of additional building

>>16354014

oh god, that's genius

>>16354014


They already have. Twice.

rolled 1, 6, 10, 1, 10 = 28

>>16354011
Relation wise, the Blood Ravens are one of the closest chapters to the Juggernaughts. Their unique propensity to "gift" things, and the Juggernaughts habit of ignoring everything not related to their objective go hand in hand. The Blood Ravens have dedicated squads to "aid" the Juggernaughts on their missions, often holding down objectives requiring the Marines to stay put. Hand in Hand, these chapters compliment each other in battle, and form an effective fighting unit.

While Obstinate Marine Veterans have little time to adorn themselves with decoration, their armour is often festooned with the corpses, weapons, and scraps of armour of the enemies they have plowed through.

Simply glancing at a Marine will tell you what triumphs he has had in battle.

>>16354042

They weren't even aware they were walking through it, they were after some heresy on the other side...

>>16354051
Katamarines?

rolled 2, 2, 1, 6, 2 = 13

>>16354061
A "successor" Chapter.

RAMMING SPEED

...Katamari Marines?

Nana, nananana, nanannaaa...

>>16354072

The... the Katamari Astartes....

>>16354071

The dreadnought needs wheels, or treads, something that can make it even more of what is essentially a battering-ram tomb

>>16353994

They attack as a permanent existence. Lighter and faster troops and vehicles arrive first, sowing destruction and confusion, pushing past the front line into the enemy rear to continue raiding and marking resources caches.
While the enemy scrambles to deal with the sudden overrun, the main forces appears on the horizon as a massive cloud of dust that blots out the sun. Battle brothers, terminators, dreadnaughts and heavy armor units slam into the disorganized front like a tidal wave hitting a marina. Casualties are ignored, those who run out of ammo simply abandon weapons on the spot and grab anything they can to continue their march. As this wave of death rolls over the enemy, the massive titan forges and rolling factories the size of small cities appear. These are tended by teeming multitudes of servitors and tech marines, who salvage fallen soldiers, vehicles, resources, raw ores are harvested from the bleeding earth by massive mining servitor units the size of warehouses. Noxious fumes from gargantuan war forges choke and cloud the skies as a 5 mile wide tide of mobile industry consumes all in it's path.
They take weeks to pass, from the first scout to the last scrap-servitor, and all that is left in their wake is scorched, blasted dirt that has been churned into a bog slickened by the blood of those foolish enough to try and stop their march.

Indifferent marines

>>16354085
The emperor is the king of the universe.
"Sorry son, I'd accidentally all of the weapons. You need to use this sanctified rolling ball to gather all of the bolters. Beware of heretics."
Na na... Na na na na na na na... Imperium Damacy...

Brother Obstinatus did not slow in his march as he continued to his next objective. An Ork encampment, a mile to the south.

Not even when he saw another brother of the Emperor's Juggernauts in his path.

From a distance, he called his greeting. He did not spare the time to wave his hand. Instead, he increased the speed of his stride.

"Greetings, Brother Contumacious!"

The other marine responded in kind.

"Greetings, Brother Obstinatus! How goes the mission?"

"Forever undaunted, brother. You?"

The two strode closer to one another. In a moment, they would impact one another. Neither made any change to his stride.

"The stride is never stopped," he said, the two now almost ready to collide.

As one, the two marines activated their jump packs and grasped, forearm to forearm.

Sent into a dizzying spin, the two turned for a dozen rotations and released, each flying far into the distant sky, traveling in their original direction.

As the terminator armor came crashing down into the Ork Camp, Brother Obstinatus collided with the store of Ork explosives and missiles there.

In a moment, had he taken notice of it, he would have heard a single Nob boss see the Marine coming down from the sky and utter a single confused, "Wot?" before fire raged, and the camp was consumed in a massive inferno.

As the flames died down, Brother Obstinatus marched away. There were other objectives to complete.

>>16354108

Hole

E

Fuck

This is amazing. The visualization I have in my head. I need to make an Obstinate Marine Army. Its like the Imperium's ultimate scorched-earth policy against its enemies.

Attack is not a separate action, it's merely a change of direction

>>16354097
So, that would make it a "Treadnought"?

>>16354071
That is glorious.

You have all the glory, brother. All of it.

Holy shit. Guys. Guys. Seriously. Guys. I have officially found the fluff for my 11 Dreadnought Blood Angels list. Thank you. Thank you so much /tg/. Never, ever change.

Could you imagine Space Hulk with these guys?

There'd be no walls by the end of it.

>>16354108

On the horizon, on a plateau many miles from the Partinax Astartes convoy, a lone Guardsman watches the procession of steel. It had been almost four full days since the arrival of the Astartes -referred to by many as the 'Obstinate' Marines, and the assortment of mobile manufactora and battle-cathedrals seemed never-ending. Soon they would have be gone, as the battle-barges floating over the procession gathered the forces and departed.

From his vantage point, may miles away, a tiny sliver of grey breaks off from the convoy, and streaks up into the sky leaving a powerful orange trail.

[cont]

>>16353975
Holy shit, you know what happens?
First day of M42, they've made The Ship.

The Ship is All. The Ship Moves.

No problem. This is great.

>>16354180
oh wow, I didn't think anyone remembered 50k.
The Ship Moves

>>16354108

>massive titan forges and rolling factories the size of small cities

I HAVE AN IDEA.

>>16354128

>>16354177

Aboard the Thunderhawk departing from the procession, Battle-Brother Quintus grew impatient. "Brother Tractus, cannot we go faster?" He paced up and down the passenger hold like a tiger caged. "With all due respect, I cannot bear to stand around whilst our target merely -waits-". He spat 'waits' with all the revulsion in the galaxy.

Brother Tractus sighed, doing what appeared to be a slow, on-the-spot jogging motion. "We will be there soon enough, Brother! The enemies of the Imperium shall know us by the crushing of our boots, and the stamping of our feet. Show a modicum of patience, for we will tread upon their corpses soon enough."

The Partinax Astartes battle-cathedral procession had picked up what had appeared to be an ancient webway gate on a nearby moon, and Dozer squad had been dispatched to investigate.

[cont]

>>16354223

SHIT, WRONG IMAGE.
...Still kinda works, though.

Brother Tarius woke up and found himself enclosed in a pitch-black box. Upon trying to feel his way about using his arms he discovered that he coudn't feel his arms or legs.

His memory flashed through battle scenes, all too familiar, all consisting of him marching towards seemingly unbeatable enemy horde and smashing his way through, while hearing the enemy helplessly trying to claw their way through his thick armor.
On his last battle, however, he was about to break the company record of longest distance advanced until he crossed paths with a stompa, who was swinging it's fist wildly at him, and then he couldn't recall anything.

As he was digging through his memories, Tarius was suddenly brought back when an slit slid opened before his eyes, letting in blindingly light from the outside world.

"Brother Tarius" said a tired voice from his headphones just as he had gotten used to the light and focused upon a tired face of a techmarine standing before him. The techmarine had large cup of dark caffeine in his hand, possibly the darkest he had ever seen. He looked like he'd been awake for quite a while.

The techmarine continued:
"You were crushed by a stompa.Luckily we managed to revive you and place you inside the body of a dreadnought."
The techmarine took a few steps backwards as a huge hulk of seemingly randomly mashed-together ceramite plates came to life and stood up, letting steam and exhaust gasses escape from cracks in it's armor.

It turned to face the techmarine and activated it's vox casters:
"GOOD. MY FEET WERE GETTING TIRED."

>>16354248

Too clean. It should be more of a ramshackle amalgamation of different styles, all belching smoke, pitted and rusted and blackened.

World Devastator, anyone?

>>16354278

I was thinking more of as a concept, or as a basis.

>>16354283
http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/World_Devastator

>A Devastator's primary tactic was to land on the surface of a planet. There, its mighty tractor beam projectors would literally tear the planet beneath it apart, thus making them "planet killers."
>The deconstruction of the planet and its resources would then be used for both fuel for the Devastator and for its massive foundries which churned out starships, starfighters, and droids which would be sent into battle straight from the assembly line. The internal factories could create anything from a starfighter or speeder to a medium-sized cruiser, given enough resources.

>>16354246

Moving with all the frontward force in the galaxy, the Partinax Thunderhawk (with it's special forward-mounted carnifex-catcher) streaked toward the barren moon.

The forward-mounted drop ramp of the Thunderhawk suited the Obstinate Marines well, for it allowed them to stride unstoppably into battle, even as the Thunderhawk itself tilted forward to allow the Marines to depart whilst only barely slowing down. When it was time for them to depart, the great dropship would simply scoop them back up again, to be ferried back to the Holy Procession.

Brother Tractus continued his on-the-spot jog as a techmarine pilot yelled a message. "We are approaching the drop site, prepare for planetfall, Brother!"

[cont]

>>16351514
All we know is, they're all The Stig.

The chapter insignia should be a profile of a boot mid-stride

>>16354325
Caterpillar treads or bulldozer blade

>>16354248
>>16354283
>>16354023

these are all sources of inspiration I drew on when writing up
>>16354108
>>16353994
>>16353903

I like the idea of them being a sort of "opposite day" White Scars. They are entirely mobile like the scars, but instead of being blitzkrieg style, they are more like a turtle.
If that turtle simultaneously shot and ate everything in front of it. And was about 10 feet tall. And bullet proof. And shat out more turtles just like itself.
you get the idea.

>>16354325
Do you really think they've had time to design an insignia?

>>16354310

The Thunderhawk began it's tilt forward as the drop ramp lowered. The assorted Astartes (Ten in number) strode toward the opening maw as the atmosphere in the passenger hold evacuated. Even through his power armour, Brother Quintus could feel the motion of air escaping as faced the ramp - it felt good, like the universe itself inviting him to move forward, unendingly.

As one, the marines moved forward, falling from the dropship as it tilted far enough forward to have them fall out. The marines, now walking toward the Gate's co-ordinates, watched as the Thunderhawk continued, as it would enter into a steady orbit where it would remain, moving constantly, until the Marines had completed their mission.

Brother Tractus activated his vox transmitter. "In the name of the Emperor, let none stand in our way!"

[cont]

>>16354361
Rocket propelled Von Newmann tortoises?

... Well alright then.

>>16354372

The thousands of techmarines, servitors, chapter serfs, hanger-ons, roadies, and population of the cities that relentlessly follow them could have come up with something.

Can't have a Chapter without insignia.

This should be the battle anthem of the Partinax Astartes (At least, the pop-remix done by several worlds which had to bear witness to their unstoppable stride)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygI-2F8ApUM

>>16352359
If the obsessive marines are so obsessive wouldn't that mean that they would eventually draw the conclusion that the emperor and thus turning them to chaos.

>>16354393
I have this mental image of a chapter serf sprinting after a marine holding a beautiful illustration of their symbol trying to get the marines approval, he just doesn't care

>>16354407

>draw the conclusion that the emperor

that the emperor what?

>>16354023
I had forgotten just how much I loved that series. And that I haven't read any of the prequels yet.

>>16354404
Not http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LBn6rq8OlE ?

>>16354414

They aren't the apathetic marines. They have some chapter pride, or they wouldn't have battle cries or anything. If he has time to greet a brother he walks by, he can look at a drawing and nod "yes" or "no".

Hell, the techmarine could just paint it on him whether he likes it or not.

>>16354374

High above, wreathed in cloaking fields and warp shields, a Chaos battlecruiser, the Temptation of Hedony, sat menacingly, like a predator about to strike.

This particular ship belonged to a Slaaneshi cult that had decided to appease their foul god by finding a way to assault the Eldar directly, with the purpose of allowing Slaanesh to feast upon the Eldar souls. They had been monitoring the Astartes' movements, hoping the procession would move on and out of the system without detecting the ancient, abandoned Webway Gate. This having failed, a group of fallen Marines moved into drop pods. The plan was to land ahead of the Astartes' squad, and have two squads hold them back whilst at third squad -bearing with them a powerful sorceror- secured the Webway Gate with a portal into the warp.

[cont]

>>16354414
After that they decide to use it anyway, but it's impossible to properly paint it on since the marines keep moving.

"LEGION MCXII COME IN, WHAT JUST HAPPENED"

"the walls... the walls are gone..."

"WHAT? YOU'RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE!"

"ALL THE WALLS ARE GONE, THERE ARE NO MORE WALLS LEFT"

>>16354430
Obstinate Marine Techmarines are too busy to come up with some bullshit color scheme.

They have to complete their objective.

Their objective? Ensuring that the Obstinate marines are up to full strength ALL THE TIME.

Working on other marines while they are moving.

Of all the obstinate marines, they are the busiest.

They don't have time for insignia bullshit. After all,

"THE STRIDE NEVER STOPS!"

>>16354404
>>16354429

You idiots, this is the only acceptable song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgzGwKwLmgM&ob=av2e

>>16354457

alright, fuck it, an insignia must be too much to ask for

>>16354474
This man has the right of it.

Nobody can stop Freddy.

>>16354474
Too slaaneshi.

>>16354457
>>16354484
Maybe a quick stencil on vehicles, ships, and the like?

>>16354432

Brother Quintus observed the horizon, scanning for any threats, anything hiding in the many craters that pockmarked the landscape. The only sounds were the muffled thumps of his power armour across the landscape, the airless moon allowing no sound to cross. The starry sky above was the epitome of beauty - many other lifeforms, even other Marines, may have marvelled at the exquisite view of the sector, but such trivialities held no such interest for a Partinax Astartes. There was only the Objective. Nothing else mattered. The Emperor himself would guide their boots to the target, and let nothing stand in the way.

Something caught the Brother's eye, however, as nine flecks of light appeared on the horizon. A meteor storm? He wondered for a moment - but no, there was no atmosphere here. Nothing would burn up. That meant only one thing, that these were the retro-rockets of orbital insertion pods.

A wave of disgust and horror washed over him, and he realised - the taint of chaos was visiting this world. Even worse, they would arrive at the target before the Astartes did.
Still, no matter. They were the Juggernauts, the Emperor's Unstoppable.
"Brothers!" He shouted, his voice carrying between the armoured suits. "It seems the Heretics wish to stand in our way!"

"Then let them!" Brother Perambulus replied. "Let them be crushed under our heels!"

>>16354484
Nope. It's an important part of their fluff, established early on.

They literally don't give a fuck. They're too busy for that bullshit; they've got objectives to carry out.

>>16354500
I've got it.

A wedge.

"MY WEDGE IS MY SHIELD!"

Stenciled only on the vehicles, since the marines are too busy moving to ever stop and let someone paint it on.

>>16354474
More like this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xzlaun8tO4A

>>16354484
On the drop points of weapons, there is usually a single pole with a brush with gray paint.
The Marine passes near that pole, and the palduron gets painted with a single shaky stroke of gray paint. That's their emblem.

>>16354283
>>16354302
I want to see what happens if one happened to incorporate a Chaos corruped STC into itself.

>>16354529
See:

>>16351514

They just don't give a fuck. They're too busy to fall to chaos. This whole "Heresy" bullshit is just getting in the way of the Great Crusade they never stopped having.

>>16354518
As a side note, the wedge shape of their armor and their being painted in all metal color is emblematic in and of itself.

With pauldrons like those, you aren't going to mix them up with anyone else.

>>16354540
Heresy grows from idleness, there isno idleness in them.

This thread is hilarious

>>16354505

The chaos marines deployed barely a hundred feet from the buried Webway Gate, the ancient wraithbone poking from the silver dust that covered the moon.

Twenty of Slaneesh's chosen, those marines who had given themselves to the worship of the depraved god of Pleasure, were to form a line and engage the incoming Astartes.
The oldest among them, the marine formerly known as Brother Princus, was uneasy, however.
The Astartes surely would have noticed their insertion, would have picked them up on their Auspexes, however the marine squad had made no change of movement, they did not fan out, or prepare to engage, they simply continued their advance as if the chaos marines were not even there. Something about it seemed very wrong to the fallen brother, but he pushed his doubts aside.
"COME, BROTHERS!" He roared. "LET US BATHE THE CORPSE-WORSHIPPERS IN THE BEAUTY OF PAIN"

[CONT]

Insignia? A bootprint. The Techmarines fix their shit, bolt on more armor, and kick them out the door.

Their insignia is a motherfucking bootprint.

>>16352359
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>>16352359
We need a color scheme!!!

THE STUBBORN MARINE RIVALS NEED DEVELOPMENT

>>16354553
Exactly. They're too busy to worry about any idleness bullshit.

If they've got a dire enemy, it's Nurgle. He keeps telling them they should, "take a break, it's not good for your health to work all the time, be a bit more like the lazy marines,". He sends out Chaos Plague marines to give them pestilent beer, pretzels, and and couches, but if the Obstinate marines have ever noticed they give no sign.

They just march over the plague marines and stride on.

Their Insignia should be the backside of their power armor and their techs should use mobile platforms with treadmills on them so that they can work on the Marines while moving forward. Mobile pitstop rhinos which change out armor plating and add armor with NASCAR like efficiency. Thus they should be always in prime running state with the constant maintenance and far from a ram shack state.

They have the best and the brightest tech marines at their beck and call and efficiency is job #1.

As for their song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kG80ZJW-EbA

>>16354569

Brothers Tractus, Quintus, Perambulus and the seven other Astartes watched with mild amusement as the Slaaneshi marines formed a line, ten men wide and two deep.

Quintus hefted his bolt pistol, bearing in his other hand a power fist, with a large sheet of metal resembling a storm shield mounted to his wrist. Unusual equipment for a marine, but it was perfectly suited to the Partinax's advance tactic.

"Brothers, to arms! CHAAAAARGE!" He screamed, as he felt his blood almost boil with the anticipation of the coming run. Two-and-a-half tonnes of power armour began to shift into high gear, the improved locomotors and tiny but powerful boosters accelerated the armour to an almost twenty-MPH run.
"IN THE EMPEROR'S NAME, LET NONE STAND IN OUR WAY!"

The Partinax Astartes charging, the marine formerly known as brother Princus steeled himself for the battle coming. Were they mad? He wondered, charging straight into bolter fire? He levelled his weapon and began firing, as his compatriots did the same.

[cont]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10ztYexCCTs

This is juggernaut music.

>>16354647

Fuck you. *runs along*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRkovnss7sg

>>16354634

The Astartes closed, bolter-arm held straight, firing round after round into the Chaos line. incoming fire impacted their armour over and over again, the reinforced metal shrieking at the impacts, and the trenches they carved across it.

As the marines hit the chaos line, brother Quintus brought his power fist straight into the oversized custom codpeice of the marine formerly known as brother Princus, lifting him clean off of the ground, Quintus not even slowing as the two-tonne chaos marine was lifted by the fist to the crotch.

The half-daemon marine screamed in anguish as he was carried, Quintus lowering his arm to let the recently-sterilized Slaanesh-worshipper fall to the ground. Similar fates befell the other chaos marines as the Astartes hit with the force of a steel tsunami.

[cont]

>>16354694

This is better.

>>16354695

Also, writefag here, is this going up to 14dchan? I'll continue this story there if it is, I don't know how close we are to auto-saging.

They could be one of the original founding chapters that had their records lost, or destroyed. Perhaps their scribes thought "fuck it" when it came to recording shit.

>>16354712
It's been archived, but I can easily see this joining the list of 1st /tg/ founding. for it to be 2nd /tg/ founding we need to break out the dice and get rolling on the things that haven't been nailed down.

but how do they recruit?

>>16354717
As stated before, the theories of their origin are myriad. But as they don't even have scribes (Waste of time) and never bother clearing the issue up, no one knows exactly where they came from.

The favorite theories are either that they are successors of the Iron Hands or loyalist Alpha Legion.

No one is quite sure. All that is known is that they still think the Great Crusade is ongoing, and all of their objectives relate to continuing it.

>>16354717

The records fell from the procession, and got left behind on some long-forgotten planet.

>>16354694
I concede to your wisdom.

>>16354740

Awesome. Get another thread started in about... Twenty minutes? Gives me enough time to get to the shop and back before it closes, and we can hammer this out properly.

>>16354746

I'd imagine as their great factorums and cities crawl along, they must eventually sweep up some of the local populace of the planet.

After being collected, they are probably sorted, and those that pass the appropriate tests are sent along the "Astartes Assembly Line". Some mesh with the enhancements, and come out the other end full marines. Some fail, and are processed for materials.

Populace that are not considered for Marine-ification are sent to work for the chapter doing whatever needs to be done.

>>16354746
They pick up Guardsmen and civilians while they run over their planets.

"Hey You!"
- "Me?"
"Yes." *snatch*

Fuck all of you, THIS is suitable music.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZ1GbBlS9wM

>>16354746

A parade, all aspirants must join and keep pace until the end.

a lot of people seem to be forgetting...they DO notice things like CSMs, who could actually damage them. They just unenthusiastically "bolt to the head" as they keep walking.

>>16353903
>So they fit a jump pack on the back. It doesn't let the suit fly, but at maximum thrust it is able to force the suit forward at a slightly increased rate.

>>16354746
Simple. They continue to march forward. The only way to avoid getting crushed is to either move out of their way - or they give you permission to march ahead of them.

March long enough, and eventually the techpriests will begin the initiation rites. Fail to march, and they will trample you.

The trial is never stopping, never sleeping. The geneseed is administered on the march. Learning their skills is done by being given objectives and completing them in the line of fire. Scouts are given an eternal objective - scout ahead of the line of march. Provide information to command so it can determine objectives.

Thus, a new marine is trained. As time goes on, more and more armor will be bolted to him. He will become a tactical marine, and slow his march due to the extra burden of weight so that he falls in with the great wedge.

As years pass, he has armor added so that he becomes a terminator.

When he falls, he becomes a dreadnaught.

When the dreadnaught falls, it becomes a vehicle; part of the great convoy that keeps their eternal crusade striding forward.

When the vehicles fall, the scrap is added to the fortress monastery as extra armor. The body of the marine is stuffed into a macrocannon shell and shot into space, never to stop.

The stride continues forever.

>>16354776
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UztEfwHt14

I listened to this
>>16354776
As I read this
>>16354814
AND IT WAS FUCKIGN EPIC.

>>16354814
I HAVE NOT AWOKEN, FOR I HAVE NEVER SLEPT.

I found what they put in their rations.

>>16354792
I'm seeng that bit in DBZ were Goku casualy socks Jeice in the face.

There is one thing that must be noted:
Even Marines need rest.
I like to envision a cadre of battle-brothers focused entirely on carrying the resting marines along with the wedge.

>>16354857
Special harnesses fitted over their armour that keeps the actuators of their legs moving, so they march on, even at rest.

>>16354857

Either the press of bodies keeps the resting marine upright and moving, or the machine spirit in the armour takes over locomotion.

>>16354108
in Soviet Imperium, SM chapter eats a hivefleet?

>>16354892
Heh, the Mycetic Spores that land on the Fortress City just get funneled into the stew pots of furnaces before they get a chance to hatch.

new thread?

>>16354857

No. Same gene-seed mutation that gives them their single-mindedness also causes them never to need sleep. Ever.

Has this been put up on 1d4chan yet?

>>16354857
Leg muscles replaced with something similar to Cardiac muscles. THEY NEED NO REST

>>16354912
Ah, so the logical end of the Sleepless from the Emperor's Nightmares?

Perhaps the Sleepless sometimes join them in their marches, should the two chapters have the same objectives.

>>16354857
Easy, they sleep walk.
And sleep plow.
And sleep shoot.
And sleep chain sword.
And sleep purge...

>>16354937
They do not sleep.

A geneseed flaw prevents it.

From the time they are first implanted with the geneseed to the time they become venerated dreadnaughts, they do not sleep at all.

Those that fail to become true Obstinate Marines are trampled by the chapter behind them.

>>16354937
THIS!

guys...we need to see a beaky pyramid head...

tried to give a 2nd go at designing Juggernaut Marine's patterned armour,now with harnesses that make them go fast,without the jump pack though.

the reason they can afford to do this is because their tech priests have developed armour far more effective than normal power armour. They haven't shared the info because it's a waste of time

I also have this great image of a Obstinate Marine marching forward with an enemy stuck on his wrist where he has punched right through and not bothered to remove it

>>>16354978

NEW THREAD.

GET IN HERE.

>>16354964

damn that helmet looks nice, good work

>>16354974

Read: >>16354695

>stomping them to death

Obstinate Marines are the only chapter besides Angry Marines that use Power Boots

Guys,

Hey guys,

I can't believe noone has mentioned this...

What if,

What if, in all their long march,

What if they finally found The Immovable Object?

>>16354997
Yes, but they use Power Boots to insure they never stop walking, rather than as weapons.

>>16355010
That would be a C'tan, methinks.

>Autism meparag

>>16355010
The object itself will not move aside, so the Astartes Partinax merely proceeds through or over the object.

>>16354978

NEW THREAD>

GET IN IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY.

STAYING HERE IS HERESY.

They >do< stop. Only out of combat, long enough to load into their ships and fly to their next objective.

Unless their librarians teleport the ENTIRE to a new objective...

>Meanwhile in the eye of Terror
Abbadon: What now...what conquests might I do to bring the favor of chaos upon me like Warmaster Horus did...what..what in the great powers is that noise?
-THUDD -THUDD -THUDD -THUDD -THUDD
Is tha-CRASH-
-CRUNCH-
-TRAMPLE-
-BOOM-
-Zzztttt-teleportout-

/tg/

I was going to start marines. Now I will start these marines. I will assume objective = reach enemy side of table. Just march onward. Maximum terminator usage.

THE MEN GO MARCHING ALL DAY LONG (THROUGH WALLS! THROUGH WALLS!)

AND WHEN ONE FALLS ANOTHER COMES ALONG! (ALONG!)

THE TECHMARINES, THEY NEVER STOP, REPAIRING THINGS AROUND THE CLOCK!

AND WHEN NIGHT FALLS, YOU'D THINK THEY'D DROP, BUT PARTINAX, THEY WILL NOT STOP!

THEY ALL JUST MARCH AH-LOOOONG!

WHEN DREADNOUGHTS MARCH, ALL THE WALLS WILL FALL! (WILL FALL!)

THEY BURST RIGHT THROUGH AND NEVER SLOW THEIR WALK! (THEIR WALK!)

THEY DO NOT SLOW, THEY DO NOT SLEEP, FOREVER WALKING TOWARDS THE PEAK!

THEIR OB-JEC-TIIIIVE IS SURE TO FAAALLL!

(refrain ad infinitum)

OBSTINATE MARINES SIMPLY WALK THROUGH MORDOR!