Seems that again, /tg/ isn't interested in fleshing out. The this thread goes again for next time.

Wait, who are these guys' enemies? Piratecrons? Pirate eldars? Flesh them out more, and their interaction with Black Locks, and you might get some more idea seeds sprouting about.

Why not have them with some interaction with the other /tg/ chapters?

Hey friendly anon, the guy who made the Crimson Blades flags here. i have found all of these threads, I am completely ok with that.

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I have a few pics.

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Chaos version of crimson blades, maybe there was a warp storm?

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The terminator of the Crimson Blades

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Using a ship namer I came up with the holy treasure, perhaps the crew has exceptional luck and they get lots of nice loot:? I tried to make them gold and silver due to the name treasure

>>20160733
Thought about it. Would be interesting if they were buddies with some of them, as well with canon chapters (would be great drinking buddies with Space Wolves).

Am I alone here? If no, please respond.

Then maybe we'll go like this.
The primary color of the Chapter is Black (aka: Chaos Black) with golden visors, yet every secondary color is unique to a company.
Every company is actually a miniaturized marine chapter. Each has their own way of recruitment, have their own tactics and specialize in various form of engagement (yet all companies still are ship boarding specialists and deadly sword fighters).
Every captain of the company has their own goals, yet when the full might of the chapter is needed, then they answer the Chapter Master him and him only.

>>20160790
Yes. Also Get plastered with the angry marines and the space wolves then go flatten some cities for shits n giggles.

>>20160773
So we have now three companies.
The Crimson Blades - CQC specialists of the most hotblooded and brutal sort (as well the most emotional of the Chapter, don't hurt civilians around them).
Th Rum Grails - Guardians of the Sanctity and the ones that produce the Lock Rum. The chapters holy concoction.
The Holy Treasurers - Black Locks who have luck bordering on supernatural, as they can obtain exceptionally useful loot for the other companies, and themselves have access to very exotic weapons.

>>20160833
aaww The crimson blades cant mindlessly slaughter? Oh yeah, this isnt khorne.

>>20160798
Nah, see >>20160783
Although the Crimson Blades Company would be definitively buddies with Angry Marines.

>>20160849
Just run around screaming while hacking shit apart. Great fun, can you post the default crimson blades pic, I dont have it.

>>20160846
Nope, but Khorne Berserker's would see them as a challenge worthy of their skills and experience.

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>>20160856
Here you go.
And their company symbol is: >>20160745

>>20160868
I know the symbol well enough, I made it in gimp. Maybe I should use a name? Thanks though.

Ok, so, I'm wanting to do more writefaggotry for the Black Locks. What needs expanding on?

>>20160896
A lt of things I think. I Could probably do the Crimson Blades my self as long as extreme mary sue isnt a problem.

>>20160912
Well, I was wanting to do Chapter Master Ahab, and his quest for the White Whale.

I am kind of mad at my self but i have been up around 48+ hours, I need to go, will look out for these threads though So I may try and continue helping out.

>>20160912
Try not to make them mary sues. Make them angry, hotblooded, straightforward, hedbutting, sword slashing, scrotum crushing marines, yet giving a lot of fuck about civilians because of them being emotional (plus they're led by Captain Blood, who's both a Captain and Apothecary, thus he's a smart, sharp and calm person......but when angered, TRANQUIL RETRIBUTION ESUES).

>>20160933
I've got a idea, after I tell this and that about recruitment.

I haven't been coming to /tg/ quite so much in the past month or so, but these OC mareen threads seem to have increased.

Just how does /tg/ organise the creation of this stuff? Is there some generator that we use whose results we flesh out afterwards?

I'm considering writing up a quest for a donut steel chapter of my own.

Now way of recruitment:
Black Locks get new recruits from various places thorough the Calico Stars. Either they get young recruits by saving them from the various space battles between the colonies of Calico, or from the planets themselves (by this it's waiting until the potential recruit gets drunk heavily when he gets out of the local tavern at night, when the Chaplains wham them hard with a empty bottle on the back of their head and drag them back tilted to the Thunderhawk Gunship), as well via secret selection in the hive ports of the colonies.
The recruit must learn many things before he's given his power armor. He learns the arts of the cutlass and how to shoot from his trusty flintlocks (as well hitting the enemy with the butt of said pistol). He learns to know and make the various knots used by the brothers and how to improvise when the situation is bleak. The recruit learns about the enemies of the Imperium from the stories told by the Librarians and older members. When he finally gets his power armor, the new battle brother gets a small portion of riches from the chapter treasury as a starter for his own riches to expand.

>>20160985
It's simply a matter of individual creativity. When somebody gets a idea that hits the jackpot, the rest of /tg/ gets hooked on it and GETS SHIT DONE.

>>20160752
That appears to a member of the Damned Company of Captain Jones. Mutations everywhere. Standing orders amongst the rest of the chapter is to kill on sight.

The ships of the chapter tend to be reconsecrated traitor vessels.

When a Battle Brother is held an inch from death and has proven to be worthy of keeping they offer him the chance to be installed in the sarcophagus of the Dreadnaught. If a captain is so maimed they offer him the chance to be hardwired into his ship. When done he will bestride the seas of night with skin of alloy and wings of fusion flame, free forever.

The final trial for joining many of the companies is to be left on the blasted surface of Istvaan V for a year and a day with barely enough food and water to survive and single shot bolt pistol. If they survive with nothing but the howling of 12 billion ghosts for company and don't go insane they are given membership to the company.

Their armor, much like their ships, is of older but easier to maintain and repair design. This is helpful as they will spend decades, even centuries, beyond the Imeriums Law.

There is often no Chapter Admiral for extended periods of time as the CA is only ever elected by popular vote and every Captain will only ever vote for themselves.

Tend to recruit from the families of the low, low ranks of the Imperial Navy and the Underhives of worlds like Necromunda. A familiarity with basic technology and firearms is a prerequisite for application and prior experience of ship life is a big advantage.

>>20161099
They tend to recruit from older stock. This has caused a slightly higher dropout rate but not so high as to cause the practice to be abandoned. They mock the practice of recruiting children as being too close to pedophilia. This has earned them no end of hate from the other chapters they rarely encounter.

They do have some respect for the Ecclesiarchy, out on the edge of the galactic disc you need all the divine blessings you can get. At least one priest/priestess and their acolyte gang is always present on each of their ships at all times to ward away deamons and bad influences. Considered very bad omen to have ship without a priest. A preacher being posted on their ships is seen as somewhat of a mixed blessing. They are given a position of influence, they are ministering the the Adeptus Astartes (the Emperor's own flesh and blood) and they have the envy of the rest of their peers. Downside is the near-heresies constantly committed by their flock.

The choir of psirens is the collective name given to the sanctioned psykers dwelling on board the fleet. If they stand in a circle and sing ecclesiastical hymns they sound waves cancel each other out making a big pool of artificial silence in the center. In this silence whispers can be heard. It is the job of the Company Librarian to interpret them and determine the ships course.

>>20161099
I Like it. They'd be the arch-nemesis of the Chapter, on pair with the Red Corsairs.

>>20160933
The story of Ahab Blackbeard is that of a man that always never gives up, no matter into what situations he gets himself and who triumphs when others lose hope. Born into a noble family of privateers and colonial fleet members, the young Ahab wanted to become like his father, older siblings and grandfather were, a Commodore of The Colonial fleets. He learned much and trained since the age of 7. Although the youngest of the family, he aimed high, an could've achieved it......IF NOT FOR THAT FATAL DAY.

On that day, Ahab lost everyone he hold dear. The day was when a new ship was send on its maiden voyage with his whole family on it. When the ship was half-way through its voyage, a Tyranid Hive Ship appeared. A ship so large, no other records of similar ones existed in the Ordo Xenos data. The ship fired everything at the beast, but it didn't stop it from shooting out its mycetic spores filled with voracious Genestealers into the cruiser. Seeing it bleak, the family knew there was no hope for them, they loaded the young Ahab into a evac pod and shot out into the cold void. For 14 Terran Days did the lad endure, with scarce supplies that ran out quickly. On the 14th day, the Emperor smiled upon him, as his pod was picked up by the Black Locks.

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Yarr! we be bumpin this thread.

>>20161180
He is also somewhat delusional and thinks the great hive ship a whale.
As in a ocean whale.
The rest of the chapter let this slide, because hey, it makes for good story telling.

Does anyone have a name of a Battle Barge or Strike Cruiser?

>>20161265
Pequod.

>>20161180
The marines found the boy starving, yet dignified and proud. The child survived the void of space by will and will alone. Not even a adult could've survived with the amount of supplies he had. The Locks found themselves a new member for their crew. Ahab grew among the dauntless members of the Black Cutlass Company. A lot known for being the most disciplined and balanced in force among the Chapter companies, being also religious and honorable duelists. The child grew to be a fine member under the tutelage of a Black Lock known as Skull-Eyed Flint. He also made many friends with others that were there, only for THAT FATAL DAY REPEAT ITSELF AGAIN.

The company was hailed for aid to fight off a Tyranid splinter of Kraken that was trying to devour the colony of New Monte Video. The Locks, being Marines, didn't have to think twice and set the warp drives to full speed ahead. The battle was furious as Tyranid ships where trying to ram their way through the defenses. The xenos realized that they were going to die painfully when the Black Cutlass Company popped out of nowhere behind them. Multi-lascannon corvettes flew out of the ships while assault pods with demolition specialists pierced into the insides of the ships blowing up key organs before returning for more demos.

>>20161265
Caleuche is the name the gave to the ship they see on the edge of sensor range sometimes. No one is sure exactly what it is.

The ships fleet include ships with the names

Thunderchild
Harbinger
Bad Omen
Tear of Terra
Broken Promice
The Unforseen Consequence
Hammer of Titan
Shrapnel
Retribution
Oncoming Storm

>>20161292
Don't forget the Obsidian Pearl and The Red Fall

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>>20161292
>>20161295
Also I forgot to mention that there is the legend of the ship known as Event Horizon

But the less said about that the better

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuJnIJHgQ44

>>20161287
Don't advance the plot. Ahab needs to be have the unfulfilled vendetta against Hive Fleet White Whale as a driving force.

>>20161257
No the actual hive ship was in the shape of a sperm whale.

>>20161323
That be a Daemon's ship, lad. Bad luck t' talk about it, yarr.

>>20161358
Wait till I finish it.

>>20161287
While the demolition teams set forth and back, the Chapters corvettes gave them fire support and protection. While not as fast as Lightning Fighters, the corvettes were capable of multi tracking many enemies, shooting between the joints of the enormous Tyranid organisms. The battle was coming to the end as the few Hive Ships desperately tried to escape. When out of the warp, the immense White Hive Ship, the same one that was present on the day when Ahab lost his family emerged, sinking its tendrils into the nearest ship of the colonial fleets. The Black Locks and their allies knew that if they didn't found a way to defeat the monster, then the Tyranids would consume the colony.

The Locks put everything on one card and decided to shoot into the fiendish Hive Ship shitloads of assault pods filled with melta bombs and shoot melta torpedoes at it for a powerful chain reaction. They shot the pods containing the materials, yet the White Hive ship sensed what the marines wanted to do and rammed the cruiser on which Ahab and his brethren where. The foul monster launched Genestealers to finish off the battle brethren, but the Locks of the Black Cutlass company would've rather fed their hearts willfully to squigs rather than let the xenos do what they want. After a while the Hive ship broke in half the cruiser and many marines were killed because of the explosion that occurred.

Some writefaggotry for the Black Locks. Edit as you see fit, enjoy if you do. It's been a long while since I sat and wrote, so any comments or criticisms are appreciated.

+CALICO STARS, TIJI SECTOR+

+HIGH ORBIT, TITIANIA PRIMUS+

+RECLUSIAM, BLACK LOCKS ADEPTUS ASTARTES STRIKE CRUISIER, DESIGNATE "ONCOMING STORM"+

In the hallowed darkness aboard the Strike Cruiser ninety-four Space Marines had gathered in the Reclusiam.

Testament to their legendary disciple, they stood still as the statues that had borne vigil over the hall in the long decades the ship brought war to the galaxy's routes and ways. An outsider bearing witness to the gathering would have been amazed at the sight, a company of the finest warriors standing at respectful attention in the most sacred area of the ship, surrounded by proof of their glory; rusted banners topped with crude sigils of axes and skulls lining the walls while sleek weapons of exotic and fficient design lay encased behind stasis fields. All those and a thousand more relics and items of worth, an fortune in honor and glory.

>>20161570

* an incalculable fortune in honor and glory.

Dammit, need to pay closer attention

>>20161570
>>20161574
Go on, I'm waiting for more, though the Calico Stars were said to be apart of the Tiji Sector in the previous thread.

>>20161560
Yet by some miracle, Ahab survived the explosion by putting his helmet on (so not to go into stasis in order to survive the void), yet loosing his leg in the process. Thus with a coagulated wound, barely being conscious, he saw as the monstrosity slowly moved to annihilate the colonial fleet. Yet there was still hope. In the wreck of the ship he found a untouched melta torpedo. He whammed into the interface and set it for the beacons that were shot with the pods. The torpedo launched and caused a devastating chain reaction of immense power. Although the ship was wounded, its pain was so great it retreated back into the warp. Ahab again lost this day someone precious to the monstrosity. His mentor who he thought since the day of his rescue by the Locks as a father figure and the friends with whom he fought many battles with were caught in the explosion. Since this battle, Ahab swore that the White Hive Ship would be hunted down for the good of the Calico Stars.

For his courage and stubbornness to not die no matter what, Ahab became a part of the Veteran squads of the Black Cutlasses, and slowly rose to become the new captain of the company. He crossed blades with many enemies, raging from Freeboterz, Chaos Marines, Eldar Corsairs of all many variations, to renegade fleets that went drunk with power. But the main enemy was the Tyranid presence and the White Hive Ship that the good captain dubbed "Moby Tendril".

>>20161570

However, a discerning observer might have detected certain tells. Here, a battle brother's fingers twitched. There, another brother blew out a rattling breath through his vox grille. All over the company, there were signs of impatience. A fraternity born and bred for righteous and merciless action were champing at the bit, eager to wreak slaughter the xenos invaders on the planet below with shrieking chainblade and roaring bolter, to decorate the Reclusiam with even more proof of their blessed might.

But that had to wait. They would not be gathered here, standing amidst the relics and trophies while Imperial souls bled and died, fighting to keep the enemy at bay for just one second longer.

The massive double doors opened with an echoing creak and each marine stiffened reflexively. The chamber had begun to tingle, a slow-building charge in the air like pressure before a storm.

>>20161677
The opportunity to set stage for his vendetta kicked into overdrive when the previous Chapter Master went in a blaze of glory while blowing a Dark Eldar Flagship. Since then he was selected as new Chapter Master, as well Grand Captain of the Fleet due to his effective way of utilizing every single company of the chapter to maximum efficiency with very little loses. Ahab's name echoed through the known regions of the Calico Stars inspiring both fear and ave in those that heard it. His reputation for not giving up no matter the circumstances, paired with a instinctive tactical sense that was cultivated further by hard won experience made him adversary to be reckoned with.

Although he travels the Calico Stars in search of Moby Tendril, although his thirst for vengeance for the pain and sorrow the beast has caused him, although he's a void dog that plunders and loots those who dare to challenge him and his company (as well the entire Chapter), he's 1st and foremost a Space Marine. A being created by the Emperor to protect and unite humankind. Thus one such example was when he finally encountered Moby Tendril, yet rather than close in to intercept the Hive Ship from escaping into the warp after so many attempts of catching it, he let it loose, for a colony was attacked by Eldar raiders and needed aid. When it comes to this, even a stubborn and fearless buccaneer as Ahab Blackbeard has to put aside his quest for vengeance even if the opportunity is right before him, as when those in need call for him, they can bet their ales that he'll come. The fearless captain never lets down those in need.

> It is said that he's still hunting Moby Tendril, and that during his hunting voyage he helped to restore order and rescued many Imperial citizens from the horrors of space.

Second Verse

"Tricksy Eldar!"
"Stumbling Orks!"
"Silent Necrons!"
"Endless Hordes!"
"There is no fear we shall know!"
"FOR THE EMPEROR! YO HO HO!"

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>>20161871

Third Verse.

"We are Space Marines!"
"We will bring the xeno's to their knees!"
"We fight for all!"
"We fight as one!"
"We fight for those yet to come!"
"There is no fear we shall know!"
"FOR THE EMPEROR! YO HO HO!"

>>20161009
Way of recruitment. Part 2:
After getting his share of riches from the Chapter Treasure Vaults, the freshly baked battle brother has to expand it itself in order to have equipment that caught his eye and to afford the various goods he wants to gain. As for the Black Locks, the only way to gain more riches for their fight and for themselves is either by looting and pillaging their enemies, or via trade with the colonies of the Calico Stars. The planets on which the colonies are and the asteroid fields surrounding them are filled with immense amounts of minerals ready to be excavated. Not only this, but the abundance of exotic plant and wildlife on each of the colonial planets also means the colonists can make high quality goods like cloaks from sea serpent skins (that are harder than the Adamantine Mantles), as well to export/import exotic weapons thanks to various STC data that were found on them. One can say that the Calico Stars are one giant mine shaft of STC, ready to mine.

>>20161937
Way of recruitment. Part 3 (The Trade Part):
Thus with this, the battle brother needs to learn one final thing in order to gain things he wouldn't gain from the chapter armory (like digital weapons, or even Hell Pistols that the Ordo Hereticus has access to)......HE HAS TO KNOW THE WAY OF THE TRADER. He has to know how to buy cheaply and how to sell expensively. Like Rogue Traders do it, the marine must sniff out the occasion, and strike the deal as long it's still beneficial to him. This way, a Black Lock can afford wargear normally unaccessible to them from the armory (even some of them go as far to buy their own ships and collecting a crew for them, only of course when they gain high enough prestige are they allowed to buy such excesses).

Call the Moby Dick 'nid something cool like the 'Mobian Anomaly' or something.

>>20161666

Yes, chief.

>>20161679

Slowly, the new arrivals, eight in total, made their way to the Reclusiam's raised dais, thier pace ritually slow, almost as if their prononcement bore the weight of the galaxy. Of all the Astartes aboard the vessel, none could have been more important than these.

Marching in a loose arrowhead formation, five of them were clad in Terminator plate of pearl black hue, the left pauldron and gauntlets on each trimmed and painted in gold. One clutched the company's standard, a pole decoratively topped by an aquila upon which hung a banner depicting a raven with crossed skull-and-bones at its heart. Surrounding this were sigils that symbolizing meritorious actions, four symbols upon each side.

Ahead of these giants, striding abreast of each other, were the company's leaders. To the left was a figure in deep blue power armour, seeming slight amidst the other Astartes. He was wrapped in a toga of ancient sail cloth, The armor underneath was graven with various prayers and scripts, as was the power staff in his grasp.

The figure at the far right was a sight out of a nightmare. Underneath his sailcloth robes, his ebon armor was carved and painted into the a grimly accurate likeness of a skeleton, hard red light glaring out from the sockets underneath the hood. The crozius arcanum in his armored paw was shaped incongruously like an anchor, the points jutting out from the skull that housed the generator.

>Damn 'field too long'

>>20162076
He's already called Moby Tendril, for his sprouting tendrils are so long, they can snatch six ships at once and snap them like twigs.

Chapter Armory:
Because of their organization, as well their life style, the Black Locks don't gain most of the new weapons from the chapter forges. Half of their equipment is either bought from the local colony forges, looted from Chaos Forces and elements of the Navy that gone renegade from power. Despite this, the Black Locks gained some specialized equipment via experimentation and and technological advances.

Dreadnought sized Demolisher cannons (called here Blast Cannons) and even smaller cannons for the Land Speeders and Stormtalons (not to mention the Terminator variant) gives the Black Locks devastating firepower when their raiding forces soften their enemies. Other weapons also include their trademark harpoon cannons. These weapons are of incredible effectiveness, especially against beasts like Giant Chaos Spawns or much larger Tyranid organisms like Carnifexes and Trygons. The marines simply fire the harpoons and drag the suffering enemy toward them, so that they could mutilate it with their cutlasses.

The most bizarre thing however is that the Chapter uses weapons for both marines and vehicles that normally would be seen among the Traitor Legions. Havoc Launchers, portable Autocannons, even dual linked Bolters that usually Chaos Terminators use. Luckily the Locks know which kind of weapons to use, so loots that are suspicious looking and demon possessed weapons are threw out the airlock with loads of explosives, while other weapons are purified for future use.

>>20162149

Just tossin' out an official designation, chief.

>>20162076

At the head, marched the captain. His honour-decked Terminator armor showed signs of constant loving care, the lustre of the pearl brilliant while the gold paint shone. The helm was tucked under an arm and the captain's battleworn face was set in a granite scowl, his great red beard hanging down in plaits. This was Henrik Morganius called the Bloody Beard, Captain of the Black Locks Fourth Company and a lauded hero of the Haiyani Spinworlds campaign. And his news was indeed important enough to pause in the prosecution of a counter invasion.

The group finally stood before the assemblage, their backs to a great stained-glass representation of Chapter Master Ahab Blackbeard standing triumphant over a pile of Dark Eldar reavers. His eyes, one sea green and the other augmentic red, scanned each and every member.

"My brothers," When he spoke, his voice had the low timbre of a building tidal wave. "It is as Epistolary Mondego has predicted." Under his beard, the captain grinned, showing teeth that were half adamantine replacements. The company broke out in low conversation, unable to hide their excitement. The energy in the air was now crackling.

>>20162294
OK, I'll think about something better then.

>>20162294
OK, then It'll be The Mobian Terror.

Now, somebody should save this thread to save this ideas soon.

>>20162422

BIGGITY BAM! DONE!

>>20162294

(* scanned each battle battle brother, almost as if he was reading their intentions and desires.)

"It is there. The Halcyon Piece is upon this world."

This time, the company could not stop itself from breaking out in low conversation. The Halcyon Piece, from what Epistolary Mondego and the Librarium could ascertain, was but one part of a mythical map that would lead them to the legendary Prize, the dearest hope of their Chapter. To say the least, such a find would lead them closer to the kind of glory their brethren, even their cousin Astartes, could only dream about.

Sergeants shouted down the members of their squads into silence before Morganius could continue. The brute grin upon the captain's widened. This was exactly what he wanted.

"Thanks to the interceptions we've made upon systemfall, the greenskins have no idea that we're even up here," Morganius continued with a low and dirty chuckle that was echoed. "Once we drop, it won't even be hilarious."

His gaze left them, affixing itself to some far away, far beyond the world of bleak hope and constant bloodshed, somewhere only his thoughts could reach and be welcomed. "Just think of it," he said, his tone as low and wistful as a posthuman voice could allow.

There was a short meaningful silence as each battle brother found themselves dreaming of the honor they would hope to win. And for the glorious rebirth of the Sons of the Calico Stars.

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You know, the recent Rogue Trader supplement had stats and information on a Void Kraken (pic related). There's your Moby Dick right there.

>>20162557
I forgot about that part, but most of /tg/ asked about a white Hive Ship of abnormal sizes. But a void Kraken would be fine too. These beasts would be excellent food source for the Chapter Fleet.

>>20162546

One couldn't tell where and when it began. Perhaps a brother stirred by the visions. Perhaps even the Emperor Himself willing his sons onward. For whatever reason, the brethren began to sing.

Filed out of the Reclusiam, the song began to pick up in volume and emotion. Such was honesty of the tune that it echoed throughout the strike cruiser, every living throat aboard bawling out the words that have been sung since the first Black Locks set sail amidst the stars.

Even as they boarded their drop pods, even as the Thunderhawks left the bays, even as the bridge crew readied the vessel's mighty orbital bombardment batteries, the refrain carried far, far and away...

"To the Galaxy's End!
And to treasure untold!
Beyond the farthest stars we go!
There is no fear we shall know!
FOR THE Emperor, YO HO HO!"

The doom of the greenskins came swiftly that day.

>>20162652
Fantastic piece of writefaggotry. This should be implemented into the main page.

>>20162652

(This is the end. If it makes the wiki page, please make sure this bit is italicized.)

"I was at the front that, commanding the PDF. Well, what was left of us, at any rate. I remember thinking how it was like spitting at a wave, the fuqqin orks were so fuqqin many. A damned sea of them. Afterwards, Seg-Com said there were less of them that we originally thought, not even a WAAGH, but we didn't know that. We were young and stupid then.

They'd gotten closer and my boys were just about ready to shit themselves. Barely threw out the ''fix bayonets' when... They came. The Astartes. The Angels of Death, decked out in black and gold. Then I was thinking, 'Wow. Just wow'.

I'm not gonna tell you how well they did and how they turned the tide. There ain't words for it, first time you see it for yourself. They saved us. They damn saved us.

No, we didn't get to chat with them. 'Least I didn't. Got too busy reforming the survivors. But from what I heard, the governor was ready to throw 'em a big to-do, parades and all that. But they said no. They did get something for their troubles. And from what I heard, they were real fuqqin happy." - An Excerpt from "The Blue and The Gold", Memoirs of Col. Colin MacAntick, 1st Titiana PDF

>>20162786

Thanks, chief. Crappy or not, it felt good to get that story out.

>>20162841
I bet it's a years worth supply of grog which they'll dry up in two hours.

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>>20162841

* the front that day.

>>20162864

Depends on you, chief. Anyway, hope the story sets the mood for how you want the Locks to turn out.

>>20162896
The only change in this writing that should be changed is that the Black Locks don't have normal companies like other chapters have. Every company is actually a minichapter in their own rights, equipment, way of warfare (still being top class swordsmen even if they use cannons as a main weapon), and answer to the Chapter Master himself. But still, really good thing. Should this thread be saved from getting 404, then I'm happy with this stuff.

BREAK YOUR BACK AND CRACK YOUR OARS MEN

We need a Captain Starwind, and to fluff out Captain Jones' fall to chaos. Perhaps he was lead astray by a cult lead by the rogue Librarian Calypso?

>>20162948
Yeah, although the entire Dread Fleet sails together many times a year, usually they are separated trying to find clues to decode Jolly Roger's ancient map.
Think of Chapter Master Ahab as the "pirate king"

>>20163005
Calypso was a deamon bound in the flesh of a mortal woman.

>>20163005
I'd say not Librarian but a simple Rogue Psyker. Female may I add.

>>20163031
So a demonette (WITH STYLE AND MUCH MORE FEMININE) bound in the flesh of a female human Psyker. Captain Jones fell in love with her, yet the demonette had other plans for him.........AND THEN SHIT HIT THE FAN HARD.

>>20163097

Oh, snap, boss! He went full heretic!

>>20163097
>>20163144
Sounds good to me!

>>20163144
Worse. For he loved the psyker woman, not the daemon. Because of this, he was slowly being corrupted by the demonette, yet he found out what's going on. But it was too late. The daemon took over completely his loved one and had to give her a mercy kill in the head. He was way too corrupted by Chaos by the time, mutation taking over. Thus with a handful of his men he sank into the Warp, cursing the Gods for his pain. A pain of a broken heart.

>>20163201

He needs to pop out with a scary-as-ass ship...

>Captcha: ncretom subjects

A name, Captcha?

>>20163218
The Heart of Corruption. A battle barge named to represent what happened to his heart. And how the Gods of Chaos twisted that what he held dear.

>>20163251
Maybe the double twist is that he actually killed the daemonette, and his true love was in fact irreversibly corrupted by chaos. Upon learning his true love served the Great Enemy he gave himself up to be with her.

>>20163218
>>20163251
Add to this that said battle barge literally emanates with warp energies.

>>20163419
That would be pretty good. But a triple twist would've been that said love one was at first not corrupted.

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>>20163144
It wasn't entirely his fault. He didn't wake up one day and say "I'm going to be Lucius the Eternal V2.1".

Much like the current Chapter Commodore Ahab has a thing for killing his Tyranid Leviathan so Jones had a thing for hunting the deamon that had so plagued him.

No one is sure, least of all himself, what he will do when he finally finds her. His betrothed and the deamon are now inseparable, two liquids mingled together irreparably. All he can do is hunt her down and never catch her. Forever.

Neither can die whilst the other survives. He will always hunt her and she will always flee. He dreams each night of them both dying in each others arms and she dreams of leading him on a merry chase for all eternity. It is in their nature.

Just a shame about the broken bodies they both leave in their wake.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fur86y7dQJ4

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>>20163549
Anon, you just created a tragic hero/villain.

>>20163454
This seems legit

>>20163549
You sir just made a chaos character semi relate-able. Well done you sir you

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>>20163633
A tragic one but not a sympathetic one.

The man, if such he still be, has perpetrated all manner of sorcery in his search. He is a summoner of deamons and worse.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvCIUG_vIew&feature=related

>>20163772
Yet even if he's a merciless warrior with the power to summon daemons at will.....the only weak point he has is the small ounce of honor and pride of a Black Lock he still has in his twisted and corrupt heart. He even clashed many times with Brother Captain Sparrow who was also somewhat related to his tragedy, thus working as a magnet for the Captain of the Dammed Fleet (not only working as a magnet for the Necrons from who Brother Captain Sparrow stole their Overlords Phase Blade).

Here's my take on how it went down. See, the psyker was a girl from Jones' homeworld, and she longed to be free from the oppression of the Psykana. And as he saw her being beaten and mistreated by the Inquisitor that was her handler, something stirred in him that was greater than the love of the Emperor. Namely, sympathy. So he killed the Inquisitor and set her free. Wanting to protect her, he kept to her side, even though he knew they were both heretics in the Imperium's eyes. He fled with her, to the furthest reaches of space, taking only a few of his most trusted men with him, those that agreed to his course of action.

For a while, it did seem like love could bloom in the grim dakness of the far future. But a psyker attracts daemons, and an unfettered psyker, her mind burning with desire and the exhilaration of finally being free from restraint, was like a lantern in the night to the warp-creatures, and the swarmed to her, whispering temptations. All that she could have, if she gave in. All the power that came with being a daemonhost. It was a Slaaneshi daemon that tempted her the most, a Keeper of Secrets most ancient and beautiful. In her dreams it took the form of a blindfolded maiden, who walked with the psyker in a garden of unearthly delights. She wanted her protector, her Captain, to experience those delights. So, in a moment of weakness, she turned the Gellar Field of the ship off and bid the daemon welcome inside.

He tolerated it, at first. He had gone to many steps for his love, he could cross even this line with ease. He saw his comrades mutated beyond recognition, their minds lost to the Warp, but did not act. As long as she was happy. But slowly, insidiously, the mind of the woman he loved was replaced by the daemon. He saw it lurking within her eyes, loving gaze replaced with an alien, mocking hunger.

As regards the companies having different names, i think it'd be better for each one not to have their own name as such, but to be named from their ship (i.e. the Crimson Blades are the crew of the Crimson Blade, the Obisidian Pearl is manned by the Obsidian Pearls..)
Not sure how others feel about this

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>>20163924
Goddamit stop it or you'll make me cry.....NO, WAIT DON'T STOP IT JUST DON'T.
CONTINUE ANON.

>>20163936
Nah, the companies have their own names, and their ships have their own.

The Crimson Blades company's main flagship is The Red Fall.

The Rum Grail company's flagship is the Obsidian Pearl.

The Holy Treasures company flagship would be called The Bottomless Vault.

>>20163880
Brother Captain Sparrow has been under Inquisitorial investigation so often that they have assigned Agent Norrington to his fleet permanently. He is not, as many suspected, under chaotic influence. He is however mad as a tricorn hatter.

Brother Captain Sparrow did serve under Captain Jones at one point and was in charge of one of the lesser ships in the Company Fleet when Jones went totally over edge. For two years he was marooned on a distant asteroid with no food or water to sustain him and just one bolt left in his bolter. For two years he sent out that distress signal before he was picked up by amesec smugglers from the next system out. They say it was this that drove him a bit mad.

As the last surviving loyal member of his Company he was promoted to Captain, given a ship and minimal resources and to told to rebuild.

He spent twenty years in Port Tortooga on that recruitment drive.

>>20163924

And gradually, he came to hate her. He told himself that she had been replaced by the daemon, that the best, no, the only course of action was to strike the woman down and banish the creature that now inhabited her body back into the depths of the Warp, but he could not bring himself to do it. Each time he gathered up the resolve to finally put her out of her misery, she would look at him, and he would see her again, the woman he set free, smiling and looking at him with the old fire in her eyes, and he would put away his weapons as hope was rekindled again in his breast that the daemon had released her from its grip. But then the moment would pass and the creature would return, laughing in a debased howl as it saw the Captain's misery.

>>20164019

They say he strapped two Umbras to his back and they floated him back to civilization across the void of space.

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>>20163936
That would be problematic if a flagship were destroyed.

Changing the name of a ship annoys the Machine spirits and no one wants a pissed off spirit in their ship. Also the company names are weighted with tradition and history.

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>>20164049
So they say. Or so Captain Sparrow says at any rate.

In actual fact it was two Amesec smugglers and semi-retired navigator on a ship called The Drunken Umbra.

Accurate battle reports are something the Black Locks never really got into the habit of

>>20164032

So one day, his hatred grew strong and cold, and he decided that his love must die, both within and without. Wracked by guilt and pain, he had replaced parts of his body with augumetics, the surgical removal of his heart and pieces of his brain seeming to soothe him, make him more machine and less man. He felt his resolve strengthen. He would kill the daemon and be free of this torment.

But when he went to her chambers, that he had abandoned for so long during his search for perfection, he found it empty. The daemon was gone, and so was his beloved. A lone sheet of parchment was left on the bedside table, bearing a signature and a note, the contens of which Captain Jones still refuses to share with any soul, living or dead. To this day he hunts her, still deformed and twisted by the energies of the Warp, the men under his command equally broken, but still maintaining an iron discipline, as if he had never left the Imperium, never gone rogue, never felt the love for a human woman eclipse his love of duty, war and the Emperor. He is a grim figure, a spectre of death that haunts the void to this day. And if your ship goes down in the Calico Stars, they say, if you allow yourself to feel fear, doubt and sorrow as you expire, he appears on your deck, offering you a place amongst his wretched crew.

>>20164032
Add to this that at one point the daemon got bored and simply went in its host body to travel the Calico Stars. Jones with his mutated crew were somehow linked by the warp with the daemon so they could sense where it would go. Thus the merry chase occurred. However he overcame his weakness and with permanently renewed resolve, he wanted to finish this once and for all. Thus there are the loads of broken bodies. Even Grey Knights weren't capable of bringing him down. He'd forever hunt the daemon that took his beloved.

>>20164149
>>20164177

Haha, nice to see we ended the story in a similar way. Anyway, that's the thing. And I'm not even particularly fond of this whole Pirate Space Marine shtick, I think the concept of Space Marines meshes too poorly with the anarchic pirate theme, but goddamn it, I just had to write out the story of Captain Jones.

>>20164149
Now that's fantastic. Add to this that his body mutated with tentacles sprouting from his back and shark teeth and skin with added serpent eyes and tada. A dreaded enemy indeed.

>>20164217
Well, see the Space Wolves. They love to drink ale before a battle. Make with 100 wenches in one night and it awesome.

>>20164099
Or at least some of the companies.

>>20164239

Yeah, between them and the Space Sharks there's room there, but there's the whole extent of the way the Black Locks take the theme and run with it so far... It's a bit too parodic for my "serious 40k" canon, but it can find a place among Macha's virgin antics, Faptau and Love can Bloom.

>>20164365
They actually shift here and there. Once they are non-serious guys that like to chill out in a tavern in one of the colonial Hive Ports, flirting with the maid and telling kids their schwas buckling adventures on how they slew a Trygon of suuuuuuuch sizes. Brother Captain Sparrow was put here as a comedic relief.

Straightforwardly, the Black Locks are quite merciless raiders with a grim view on the known galaxy, yet they fight for it no matter what or how as well they know that if their quest for the Ultimate treasure will fail, then the Imperium will fall and every single soul will be extinguished.

Well, that's it for now. Would any moderator present here save this here thread for future fleshing out? It would be a pity if this went 404.

>>20164578
Sup Friendly Anon, PaskyTheLad here (anon who made the 1d4chan page and made the logo and battlecry)
I've archived this thread http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/20160608/

>>20165098
Thanks Anon. With this, we're all one step from creating a really nice chapter. MAYBE CODEX BLACK LOCKS IN THE FUTURE IF EVERYTHING GOES WELL?

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bumpin with wenches and mead

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o05xPuZF2I8

>>20166404
I remember when Alestorm were good.

On that note, I'm still in favor of making the Black Locks a bit more liberal. You can't be a true pirate without wenches. We need some of our marines carrying off Farseers to make them their bitches/make them serve Sanctified Ale in their Holy Taverns aboard their Battle Galleons.

>>20166559
Can't see them going that far. Forming pacts with them and such but allowing them to serve the chapter... actually yes I can see it.

>>20166638
Farseer Mayreal had to admit, this wasn't such a bad fate.
She had been carried off, strangely alive, after her ship had come under attack from Space Marines of the Black Locks chapter. Most of her crew had been killed, and their cargo looted and she had fully expected to end up slaughtered like the rest. However, just as she was preparing to make her final stand, she had been picked up and carried aboard the Space Marine vessel, and before she knew it, she was serving ale to the marines aboard their great Galleon; Pequod, and she was generally left alone, save for the occasionaly slap on the arse or ateempt for one of the marines to have her sit on his lap and share a drink.
It beat being raped to death by the Dark Eldar.

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>>20166701
Sergent Gibbs knew full well the Inquisition was going to flip its shit when they found out they had allowed xeno filth permanent residence on the ship. They would be in hot water and no mistake.

The whole mess had started about forty years ago during the bad business in the Sumanava Sector. Company down to half strength and nothing but orks as far as the eye could see. Should have died then. Would have died had it not been for the pointy eared bastards popping out from behind every tree and rock.

Finding them drifting in the void in the midst of battle with their fallen kin must have been the doing of their xeno Trickster God or something. If it had been his call, Gibbs knew, he would have walked away and that would have been the end of it. But Captain Sparrow had never been the most understandable of creatures.

Still, there were some advantages. They knew how to serve, they lived longer than the humans serf who seemed to get old in next to no decades and they weren't any trouble other than being a bit weird. It also helped that, with their inhuman grace, they seldom spilled even a drop of ale.

Bumpin' because pirates.

Okay, who's screencapped the important bits? That way we can just let this thread die in peace...