Fluff for the Sons of Malice

Yup, decided to go for the most nerdy things of nerdy things, to write up fluff about my models.
It's just a very short story that I think I will try to elaborate later on.

Here goes.

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The Ultramarines captain Arman Aequita of the 4th company was finally allowed a moment of peace and observation of the battlefield.
His every step hammered into the broken rubble that used to be the city of Glass, home to millions of Imperial citizens. Clad in his barroque power armor he made his way toward the other Astartes leader overlooking the destroyed plaza in front of them. Aquita would seek retribution from those who failed in their duty to the Emperor.
- "Lose your helmet captain! I want to look into the face of the one responsible for this massacre!"
Moments fled past and yet the only response he was given was of utter silence. He could not see past any of the visors of the helmed warriors but he felt the glare of everyone of the strange Astartes force upon him.
Most of them wore black and white armour, split in four-by-four on their gear, and the symbol of a leering skull, half in black, half in white, glared from their left shoulderguard and banners. On the right shoulder they had the same kind of company and squad markings all Chapters had used since the Heresy. But the captain and his honour guard wore shining gold armour.
Yet something was very wrong with the company standing infront of him, Aequita could not really tell what, except for the almost unnerving silence that seemed to fill the very air.

- "Should I consider this an insult, or have your forgotten Primarch cursed you with arrogance and cowardice?
There still was no movement from any one of the silent Astartes, and all that was heard was the cold wind whipping the ruins where the two giants of men stood before one another.
- "You will answer me now, you forced us into close quarter engagement with the World Eaters warband without even attempting to come to our aid. And even though we killed their every man, your ignorance cost me many of the finest soldiers this Chapter has ever had."
The opposing warriors reloaded their guns and charged their close combat weapons but otherwise remained silent and still.
- "Has your arrogance now turned to treason fool?
A silent mocking laughter was heard in the wind as the Ultramarines in response readied themself for battle again.
Arman Aequita drew his magnificient sword and activated the power field in one smooth motion, his honour guard mirroring his move, preparing to battle with the same Frater they had previously thought of as allies.
The masked captain in golden armour raised one arm and pointed towards Aequitas, still without uttering a word.
"In the name of the Emperor and our Primarch, I will hold you responsible for letting the enemy advance freely into the habitat areas, slaughtering thousands of Imperial citizens and offering them to their false gods. Your crime is only furthered by letting my company get decimated in a battle where your force's prescence could have saved many lives. I might not know the name of you or your chapter, but the Inquisition will not take that into account when they declare you excommunicate traetoris for your actions, and I will have you kneeling and surrendering immediatly."

The mute Space Marine drew his own weapon for the first time, revealing a long glaive with a strange mist swirling around a dark red blade. The voice in the wind was heard again, low and threatening, and seemed to come from the blade, which pulsed as it spoke:

- "Falssse gods? There is merit to your claim Ultramarine, however you have no means to grasssp the truth of our actions."
Without any further command being uttered, the black and white army sprang to life, clashing hard with the Ultramarines arrayed for battle.

The heavily weakened Ultramarine army quickly wavered under the pressure from the silent traitors, outnumbered and weary from the desperate battle with the World Eaters. The planet Denubia was once again home to slaughter as the army led by the masked golden Space Marine butchered the remains of their opponents force.

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Some hours later the golden Space Marine stood before an hastily erected altar, on it lay the lifeless body of Arman Aequita. His armour removed and his chest open to the mistfilled air.

As the leader of the traitors cut a series of sharp angular shapes in the ultramarines flesh the blood started to flow. Slowly, at first, but it speeded up and suddenly it started to bubble and hiss as it touched the air. A dark shape was manifesting over the corpse of the Ultramarines captain, and a low dark voice could be heard from the growing shadow surrounding the glaive standing in behind the altar:

- "Ahhhh, Faceless One, the Massster is pleased. Today both hisss brother and the human corpse-king sssuffered greatly from your handsss. Return to your shipsss and we will find you more... suitable placesss for you and your army to continue His work. But now, feast my friendsss."



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Hope you enjoyed it! :)

The Faceless One takes shape

So, here's my kitbashed commander for my Malal-force I probably never will use on the battlefield...











He is built using mostly parts from the Blood Angels Sanguinary Guard (awesome models) with the loyalist parts scraped off, and the head from one of the Empire Wizards, with a base from the Warhammer Basing Kit and the weapon from the new Lich Priest.










His backpack and base are not glued yet, to make better room for the brush!

Modelling project: Sons of Malice

Yup, fell back into the good old GW-trap and read up on some Sons of Malice / Malal fluff.
Very interesting stuff, and quite cool to have a chaos army that fights chaos.
Decided for a few things beforehand (had help from Bolter and Chainsword forums <- the best place when it comes to anything with power armour).

The parts of them retaining the old "loyalist" markings and some codex guidelines while still following a chaos god makes for a few cool twists.

- Astartes squad/company markings,
- Using mostly loyalist models and gear,
- Trying to find explanations of the stuff that's not in the loyalist codex that's in my army,
- Will try to leave out models without helmets.

• HQ
- Lord: The Faceless One, using a daemon weapon, based on Sanguinary Guard model with a mask from one of the Empire Wizards
- Sorceror: Space Marine Librarian.

• Elites
- Chosen: Elite troopers a bit like Sternguard.
- Terminators: Terminators.
- Chaos Dreadnought: The madness part of the Dread might be authentic, but it makes it unusable.

• Troops
- CSM: Tactical Marines.
- Thousand Sons: Librarium Guardians, defining their rules with them being careful guardians of the Librarian (Minor Sorceror), both from outside threats, and the threat of the Librarian falling to one of the other gods.
- Berzerkers: They will be melee honour guard for my Lord.

• Fast Attack
- Bikes: Bikers will be bikers.
- Raptors: Assault Marines obviously, but the Raptor models are way too cool to ignore, so I will probably use them.
- Spawn: I don't really know how to implement them into my list.

• Heavy Support
- Havocs: Devastators.
- Obliterators: Thinking of something similiar to a gunplatform, but don't really know yet. Maybe a Dark Mechanicus Techmarine with a bunch of weapons.
- Predator, Vindicator and Land Raider: Predator, Vindicator and Land Raider.
- Defiler: I love the model but I don't know how to get it into a "loyalist" look and feel.

Daemons:
- Greater Daemon: Be'Lakor. Obviously. Painting him twosided with bright(white) and dark(black).
- Lesser Daemons: I'm gonna use converted Dryads (not painted as such, obviously).



So, now I have something else to fill my already full life with. Great.