Erik; he/they pronouns; i post spoilers for [insert thing here] often but try to tag properly; currently-unpublished SFF author, computer programmer, artist, novice WH40k painter, dmitri shostakovich and roger zelazny impersonator, and social justice bard; @Doolally_Magpie on twitter
suppose this was inevitable, i'm making an Ultramarines successor
the Questors Celestial, a fleet-based Chapter who hold authority over ten Rogue Trader houses
codex-compliant, but they use their close relations to these Rogue Traders as a loophole, as well as recruiting from the children of both the noble families and their retainers
kinda fucked that the Black Dragons are constantly suspected of heresy purely because they've got sick-ass bone knives growing out of their arms, even after they've served the Imperium loyally for thousands of years
thus, their first impression of the Clans is Smoke Jaguar
think they’d actually vibe pretty well with Ghost Bear, though
gotta get back to “T’au in BattleTech”
decided they arrive in the Combine Periphery, close enough to the Invasion Corridor that they’re initially mistaken for Clan forces, but far enough that the Kuritans realize that that makes no sense fairly quickly
Stairs, check. Two-headed power axe, check. Head and Combi-Volkite Pistol? Printing (actually they’re done, I just have to wait until tomorrow to pick them up).