Commander Farsight's greatest morale raise was when his tech division modified the standard combat-awarenrss HUD to narrate all the troopers' killstreaks in the HALO announcer voice. The highest one is now 'Greater Good' at 100 kills.
I cannot fully describe how much this amuses me. I am absolutely incorporating this into my T'au worldview, thank you.
Imagine if the Broadsides had high power external speakers wired into them for demoralising enemies. You're a marine in a valley. You're already utterly terrified of very hateful towards the awful xenos gun platforms. Suddenly, a distant crack splits the air. The battle brother to your left is reduced to a fine, red mist. His progenoids are obliterated. A source-less, synthetic voice booms from everywhere and nowhere
While we've been anticipating Legion Command Squads since the Christmas teaser, I don't know that I was expecting them to be an upgrade pack. I'm not opposed in concept, but I'm not one hundred percent sold on this collection of bits; as great as it is to have more shields, breachers should be their own kit and I'm mystified as to why vox and medicae parts aren't included here.
My personal Tiktok-algorithm (a.k.a. @ladymirdan) has provided me with the most Emperor's Children-coat ever and of course I had to draw Eidolon wearing it. the Lord Commander Primus has an impeccable sense of fashion.
(I will work on the coat some more, later. It's not flashy and colourful enough)
People's names in 40k aren't weird enough for a society 40,000 years in the future. It's all Biblical this, Classical that, meanwhile The Locked Tomb books have a character named 1) a line from Shakespeare, 2) part of the New Zealand national anthem, 3) Eminem lyrics. 40k can't compete with a book series where terrorist Catholics are named shit like We Suffer And We Suffer and Our Lady Of The Passion. 40k names should at least look like if Puritans knew what a swear word was.
The Centenary Chapter Masters Convention is held in the most boring corporate hotel on Terra. What goes down?
Dante goes to bed at 8pm sharp, citing the importance of a good sleep. Helbrecht calls him an old fogey. Dante punches Helbrecht in the kidneys so hard one of them disintegrates. He then goes to bed. Marneus and Dessian nod sagely at this violently concise dedication to punctuality. Asterion and Gabriel laugh and point as Helbrecht curls up on the floor holding his stomach.
Tu’shan has taken all of the mini-fridges from the rooms and arranged them into a bar. He’s using the contents of them to make flaming drinks for everyone (he smuggled a butane torch in). He has to gently hand some of them under the “bar”, in the recessed parts of the fridges, because Shrike is lurking there.
Jubal and Tyberos are on a couch off to the side. They’re actually having a very pleasant, quiet conversation about the best way to clean servomotors.
Kardan Stronos is glaring at them from the corner for daring to have a discussion on servomotors without him. A Custodian is glaring at Kardan from the doorway for daring to besmirch holy Terra with his dour expressions.