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just-another-guardsman · 9 months

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Tobias followed close behind cleaving deep into the chest of a ganger with his axe before throwing it into the head of a man about to shoot him with a shotgun. He pulled out a pistol and knife, shooting three men before dodging a metal pipe to bury all six inches of steel into the side of the man’s head. The last of his magazine went into a ganger trying to escape leaving the last low ranking ganger to spray from the hip at the Sergeant.

Such a dance was second nature to Tobias having grown up in the brutal conditions of his home world and around a quarter of a century as a soldier. The veteran rolled behind some crates as he pulled his hatchet out of a dead man’s skull and waited into he heard the auto gun click. Taking that as his cue, Tobias leaped over the crates and chopped the hand holding the trigger before removing the gang member’s head.

The last man, the leader, attempted to pull his pistol only for Tobias to grasp the weapon and the hand wielded it in his cybernetic hand. The boss stabbed the offending arm but found the soldier’s entire left arm was replaced by metal. The sergeant crushed both the weapon and the hand before using his arm’s augmented strength to leave a dent in his target’s skull. Tobias took a deep breath and looked at the knife stuck in his arm.

“Nice work, let’s get out of here before the whole neighborhood comes for our heads.”

@ask-izi

Tobias sat in a poorly lit and dingy bar in an old poncho coving his body armor and equipment giving the impression he was a hired gun rather then a Imperial Guardsman. The metallic fingers of his cybernetic left arm tapped the table waiting for his contact as the veteran scanned the establishment.

It had been a long time since he had gone into underhives but surviving here was woven into his very being. Every stranger is a potential threat and any act of kindness could result in your death if your not carful. His hazel eyes scanned to bar again for his contact keeping his right hand rested on the grip of a concealed stub gun.

He kept the single chair across from him empty as well as two glasses. Tobias silently prayed to the Emperor his contact was close.

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“Specifically it’s my nieces having trouble when she in her youthful naivety decided to borrow money from one of the loaners connected to a underhive gang. The bastards want my nieces instead of money so we’re going to settle this matter the hard way.”

Tobias had on clothes that made him look more like a common mercenary then a member of the Imperial Guard. His prosthetic left arm was covered in bandages to hide the enhancement and he carried a/shotgun with a number of blades. He was thankful Rishaeron chose to be a Ranger since more traditional Eldar armor would ring a dinner bell for the underhive.

“ I wouldn’t mind having back up, but just know the people of the underhives don’t typically care for outsiders. We’ll have to visit the area’s leader before we can make a move on the targets that way the whole neighborhood doesn’t try to kill us. Imperial authority means nothing down there.”

"Sergeant Tobias." A familiar voice called out from the shadows of a nearby alley. "It truly is a small universe, isn't it?" For just a moment, the silhouette of an Aeldari Ranger flickered against the darkness surrounding him, like a mirage and an invitation all at once.

Tobias’s eyes quickly adjusted to the dark alleyway, an advantage that comes with growing up underground, locating the source of the voice with one hand out of sight if it was a trick. These streets where among the last few levels before you reach the massive lifts that descend into Voldaria’s underhives guarded by the hardened local PDF.

The human entered the alley and saw someone he wouldn’t of expected to see again, especially here of all place. He looked up at the Eldar and laughed as his hand moved away from his weapon now much more relaxed.

“Rishaeron. Emperor’s teeth, I didn’t expect to see you here in Voldaria. If I had known I would of been a good host and told you to find somewhere more friendly to visitors.” He smiled as his tone was a balance between joking and being serious.

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just-another-guardsman · 10 months

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Tobias climbed up to the metal rafters slowly with the grace of an ally cat. Years of sneaking his way around everything from alleys to no-man’s-land made his footsteps almost completely silent, this kind of work was what he was born for. The wearhouse was dimly lit and Tobias saw some crates stacked in a way they could climb down relatively quickly to reach the floor.

There they found a servant of the traitor legio speaking to the leader of a local gang trying to reach an agreement of some sort. The gang leader didn’t seem like anyone special, the veteran guardsman figured he could make short work of the man but the main problem they would have was the number of hostiles in the building. The turned to his contact and pulled out a flash grenade.

“I count a dozen, none of them are expecting a fight so we have the advantage. That thrall would be useful alive for questioning, if you can secure him I can clean up the rest but feel free the kill as many as you like. Flash out.”

The pulled the pin and tossed the flashbang in the middle of the group before covering his eyes so he wouldn’t get blinded by his own grenade leaving everyone but the two on the rafters stunned.

@ask-izi

Tobias sat in a poorly lit and dingy bar in an old poncho coving his body armor and equipment giving the impression he was a hired gun rather then a Imperial Guardsman. The metallic fingers of his cybernetic left arm tapped the table waiting for his contact as the veteran scanned the establishment.

It had been a long time since he had gone into underhives but surviving here was woven into his very being. Every stranger is a potential threat and any act of kindness could result in your death if your not carful. His hazel eyes scanned to bar again for his contact keeping his right hand rested on the grip of a concealed stub gun.

He kept the single chair across from him empty as well as two glasses. Tobias silently prayed to the Emperor his contact was close.

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just-another-guardsman · 10 months

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He clasped his arms with the fellow warrior and smiled “If there’s one thing that stays consistent about me, it’s that I’m remarkably difficult to kill.” The guardsman dug his hand into his shirt and pulled out the Tear of Isha pendant. “I’ve kept it after all this time but a Aeldari necklace is not exactly something you wear out in the open around officers and potential thieves.”

“I came home to visit my sister and her family as well as take care of a problem they’ve been having with a gang that’s been harassing my nieces. I figured I’d take care of the scum first and then see them.”

“Oh, right” he checked his satchel and dug out a six inch combat knife in a synthetic leather sheath. The guardsman took out the blade showing its grey color and the words ‘multis paucorum’ engraved within the side. “I kept this with me on the off chance I meet you again since. You gave me a piece of your culture now I’m giving you a piece of mine.”

“The words translate to the few for the many in high gothic, it’s been the Voldarian Guard’s motto since the heresy. It doesn’t cut like Eldar knives but that tip is designed to punch through Carapace Armour.”

"Sergeant Tobias." A familiar voice called out from the shadows of a nearby alley. "It truly is a small universe, isn't it?" For just a moment, the silhouette of an Aeldari Ranger flickered against the darkness surrounding him, like a mirage and an invitation all at once.

Tobias’s eyes quickly adjusted to the dark alleyway, an advantage that comes with growing up underground, locating the source of the voice with one hand out of sight if it was a trick. These streets where among the last few levels before you reach the massive lifts that descend into Voldaria’s underhives guarded by the hardened local PDF.

The human entered the alley and saw someone he wouldn’t of expected to see again, especially here of all place. He looked up at the Eldar and laughed as his hand moved away from his weapon now much more relaxed.

“Rishaeron. Emperor’s teeth, I didn’t expect to see you here in Voldaria. If I had known I would of been a good host and told you to find somewhere more friendly to visitors.” He smiled as his tone was a balance between joking and being serious.

@tearofisha

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just-another-guardsman · 10 months

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💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

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just-another-guardsman · 10 months

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"Sergeant Tobias." A familiar voice called out from the shadows of a nearby alley. "It truly is a small universe, isn't it?" For just a moment, the silhouette of an Aeldari Ranger flickered against the darkness surrounding him, like a mirage and an invitation all at once.

Tobias’s eyes quickly adjusted to the dark alleyway, an advantage that comes with growing up underground, locating the source of the voice with one hand out of sight if it was a trick. These streets where among the last few levels before you reach the massive lifts that descend into Voldaria’s underhives guarded by the hardened local PDF.

The human entered the alley and saw someone he wouldn’t of expected to see again, especially here of all place. He looked up at the Eldar and laughed as his hand moved away from his weapon now much more relaxed.

“Rishaeron. Emperor’s teeth, I didn’t expect to see you here in Voldaria. If I had known I would of been a good host and told you to find somewhere more friendly to visitors.” He smiled as his tone was a balance between joking and being serious.

@tearofisha

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just-another-guardsman · 11 months

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Date Night

by Mauro Dal Bo

#warhammer 30k #imperium of man #warhammer 40k #chaos #imperium

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just-another-guardsman · 11 months

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@just-another-guardsman / Tobias Lorik / Imperial Guard

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just-another-guardsman · 11 months

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Out of curiosity I decided to put the sexy art made by @fuukonomiko through an A.I. anime filter and got a completely different result then what I was expecting.

I can’t seem to find the website again for some reason so you’ll have to give me a second while I find the link.

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just-another-guardsman · 11 months

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This campaign had been a shitshow from the very beginning.

We got fed bad Intel and had to scatter when the PDF ambushed us. We had hoped our void superiority would of given us an edge but our enemies’s Tau allies got there first which would’ve been the end of us had we not taken cover in the cities. They outgunned us and outnumbered us by a huge number but the xenos where easy prey in the urban environments where Voldarians are right at home.

We had to hold out for seven Terren months until help arrived and the entire time the only thing I could think about was that encounter with the Eldar Ranger in the woods by the name of Rishaeron Wayfinder.

He’s not the first Eldar I have met nor is he the first Ranger but it’s rare enough to find someone friendly that not from your unit. He shared food and a fire with me along with a friendly conversation between two warriors.

Then when we talked about home, Rishaeron gave me a necklace that represented the crying Eye of Isha, the symbol of Craftworld Ulthwé. I spent many nights looking at that trinket contemplating a home I have not seen in well over a decade. The underhives of Voldaria could rival Necromunda but at the same time it filled me with a sense of pride to say I was from there.

Voldaria gave me the strength to endure the worse of the galaxy and keep on fighting dispite being just a human. Rishaeron offered to show me his craftworld, I think I will accept if I ever see him again.

It’d be nice to see something that beautiful before death has earned me.

(Rewrite of the Journal ask for @tearofisha )

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just-another-guardsman · 11 months

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Wow do you think would win Adeptus Mechanicus or Necrons? :o

Whoever the main faction of the book was.

In all seriousness I’d say Necrons if they actually decided to band together and stop infighting or oversleeping since the last time they came at the galaxy in force it took entirety of the Old Ones, the Eldar Empire, and the Krorks to beat them back. They also made the C’tan their bitches so more points to our favorite ancient metallic skeletons.

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just-another-guardsman · 11 months

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𝓙𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 ー send 📖 for a journal entry my muse wrote about yours.

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just-another-guardsman · 1 year

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#40k #warhammer 40000 #warhammer #henry cavill #amazon #warhammer 40k

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just-another-guardsman · 2 years

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Guardsmen getting ran through with a chain sword but activates a meta bomb: “I’m ready! How about you?”

Halo: Reach but you’re a guardsman during the Fall Of Cadia.

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just-another-guardsman · 2 years

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Tobias’s Son Decades Down the Line

Name: Michael Talvan Lorik

Organization: Tempestus Scions

Regiment: 119th “Wraiths”

Rank: Tempestor Prime

Birthplace: Rangor V

Status: Active

Competition: Tanned

Eye color: Green

Hair color: Black

Bio: The only son of Colonel Tobias Lorik and Lord Commissar Alda Baker, Michael Lorik showed signs of leadership and outside the box thinking at a young age. He was widely considered a role model for his classmates and made a point to try and help even the weakest of students find their potential. It is noted that the classmate who still fell behind dispite his help where left behind as Michael had and still has little patience for those who can’t do what is expected of them.

When he finally joined the ranks of the Tempestus Scions at fifteen he showed a natural talent for warfare but showed a complete disregard for protocol and rules of engagement when it didn’t suite him saying being bound by rules set by old men only helped the enemy.

Many called his use of asymmetrical warfare cowardly but Lorik’s results spoke for themselves when he won battles that couldn’t be won in a traditional manner. When he was finally promoted to Tempestor Prime, Michael used the experience he had gained to reshape his regiment into a flexible but unorthodox unit. His unit specializes in stealth, lighting attacks, devastating ambush, and damaging the enemies’s morale.

If you need someone to raise hell behind enemy lines, there are few better then Tempestor Prime Lorik and his Wraiths.

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just-another-guardsman · 2 years

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Horus Rising made me a fan of pre heresy Horus because he reminds me of my father who was my role model growing up. I guess that why it’s easy for me to see why so many followed Horus against the Emperor.

I’m not horny for Abaddon I am Abaddon.

What your favorite primarch say about you:

Lion: You are either a cis straight man on reddit, or you have access to books that I don't. Who are you. I fear you.

Leman: You will HOTLY defend that mess of a man. It usually descend into "yes but he's cool/hot >:("

Angron: You have a ACAB sticker on your old beat up car. You have knowledge beyond mere mortals. I trust you when the revolution come.

Lorgar: Heeey how is that religious trauma going? Think he was 100% right in fucking off to chaos.

Roboute: This is either your first day here, or you have circled all the way back, and reached enlightenment. You are either 12 or trying to pay your mortage.

Rogal: Neurodivergent friend!! Ok so I know it's annoying if the minis are not perfectly align pre-game, but you have to let it go, I worry about your blood pressure.

Konrad: He would kill you and you would thank him. You desperately want to pat his head. No preservation instinct found. Are you empty nesting?

Sanguinius: Soooo tell me about your toxic ex/parent! How are those repressed feelings going?

Horus: This is no ones favorite, you are just lying, or horny for Abaddon.

Ferrus: This is an actual CHOICE a fucking COMMITMENT. I respect you. Cannon has no hold on you. You are more free than all of us.

Fulgrim: You are part of the alphabet mafia, or in the closet. You WILL argue that slaanesh is not just sex drugs and rock and roll, ehile deeply identifying with those aspects.

Jaghatai: You might be kind of a hipster. Like sure, his novel was good, but are you *trying* to go for the obscure one?

Corvus: You are BITTER that your inner goth kid is not more marketed toward. You want more extra angst in you grimdark.

Alpharius Omegon: You are trolling. Or you picked them because you appreciate a good troll. I do not trust you.

Vulkan: You are the mom friend, and so, so fucking tired. You are this close to snapping if someone mention one more burnt child eldar meme.

Mortarion: You will RAGE and WAIL that Morty had it the WORST and he's MISUNDERSTOOD. You also desperately want a nurgling plushie.

Perturabo: Half of you want to fix him. The other want to make him worst. All of you are inexplicably horny for him.

Magnus: You either came here from TTS, Vezimira related content, or for rippling, hot red abs. All of you are nerds. And horny for him.

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just-another-guardsman · 2 years

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I think people forget that specializing in bureaucracy tends to build up a chasm of suppressed rage even the World Eaters fear. I mean, Guilliman was blasted into the vacuum of space and proceeded to tear Word Bearers apart with his bare hands out of sear anger at their betrayal.

The reason Ultramarines are such great statesmen is because they have an outlet in the form of pummeling the enemies of mankind.

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