#Carcharodons Astra

[nightscalestudio]

Carcharodon markings. A little more summing up of the work on the Carcharodons. Continuing one of my very old posts. I hope this will be useful to someone.

[galgannet]

A little practice in contourless work. I've long wanted to draw a portrait of this wonderful character (who is definitely not one of the lost primarchs). Tyberos "The Red Wake", ladies and gentlemen!)

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[ezri-is-real]

*indistinct jaws theme playing in the background*

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

What's your opinion on the Carcharodons, successor wise? Should it be kept nebulous as is or should it be determined?

The nebulousness is good, but I also think it's decently implicit from the novels that, at this point, the sharks are running a chimeric mix of Raven Guard, Night Lords and World Eaters gene seed. And, y'know, it makes sense. Chimeric gene seed is a logical and interesting narrative path when your chapter can't pick and choose. "One chapter" successors are boring and not particularly feasible when you're maintaining fighting strength and don't have access to the same resources as everyone else.

Also, the sharks being a blend of those three chapters fucks incredibly hard. You know it to be true.

[marsskop]

Legate-Inquisitor Jarndyce Fairn meeting Tyberos "The Red Wake", the leader of an unexpected loyalist chapter coming to aid in Badab War...

With sudden and unexpected grace the massive Terminator slid to his knees before the black-cassoked man who was but a fraction of his size.

Armored gauntlets went to the Terminator's helm and the fastenings hissed open, amber light dying in the helm's optic-lenses. The scarred face that was revealed was sharp visaged and waxen, deathly white, the eyes as fathomless and pitiless a black as the dark between the stars.

“Hail the Emperor,” the Carcharodon whispered through rows of ivory teeth.

[alamuts-lair-of-madness]

,By the Emperor, how much I love the Reaper Lord of the Void ;3

Tyberos The Red Wake 

by Koh LJ

[noxassula]

The youngin of the group of space sharks. His name is Maero and so far he's the least freaky looking one. But we'll see how long he will stay that way 🦈💦

[nightscalestudio]

Carcharodon Apothecary Biologis. You can find a tutorial on Carcharodon Apothecary on our Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/Nightscalestudio

[alamuts-lair-of-madness]

There’s a certain shark, who would like a word with these foul aliens

Honestly I’ve enough to be dealing with right now without aliens.

[galgannet]

The process of my drawing. The finished picture is here

[egrets-not-regrets]

Blue Planet

Korio the Space Shark Astartes, watches the The Blue Planet documentary with his bonded human, Runa.

Author’s Notes:

Dialogue in High Gothic are bolded and italicized.

This is partly based on this post about what kind of present day media survives in 40k. Do not talk trash about Imperial Saint Sir Davyyd At’unnbrugh unless you want to die by Tyberos! This is my new Space Shark boy for #Space Marine Husbandry Sentience.

whai (stingray - Maori Dictionary)

Also, spoilers? for what's in The Blue Planet documentary series?

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It’s their weekly movie night. His little whai enthusiastically pulled out a set of DVDs. The cover of the set of discs looked oddly familiar. He remembered having seen something similar in passing on a bookshelf in the Red Wake’s office among his personal collection of archeotech. Korio had asked about what it was, and the Red Wake replied that it was some ancient relic of Davyyd At’unnbrugh, an Oothecan Imperial Saint of great importance. He held the saint in high regard, to the point of killing an ignorant idiot who decided to insult the saint. Korio wouldn’t deny that he was interested in what these discs contain since Tyberos had never let anyone watch the contents in those discs to his knowledge. He wondered if the Oothecan Imperial Saint may have been a descendent of David Attenborough of Ancient Terra.

Runa put down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table then opened the DVD case. Apparently, Korio heard of someone who had a very similar sounding name as David Attenborough in his time, that also made something similar, so he was very interested in watching this documentary series. If he enjoyed it, Runa considered borrowing other Attenborough documentary sets for future movie nights. 

Korio settled onto the couch, watching Runa insert the first disc into the DVD player. She returned to his side and pressed play on the remote control. Dramatic music started playing as David Attenborough started narrating about the power of the oceans and the lives of the creatures that reside in them. What a variety of strange alien creatures... all within and around the oceans of Ancient Terra. He never expected that Terra once had been such a lush place that teemed with life. 

He felt a round bowl placed in his lap, the strong smell of buttered popcorn wafting into his nose. 

Runa tapped his hand and said, “Have them. There enough for us.” her grammar in High Gothic still stumbling. Not for the lack of trying. High Gothic was rather difficult to learn. 

The Carcharadon turned on the translator egg and corrected her, “Have some. There is enough for both of us.” saying what she was trying to convey, letting the device repeat the phrase so she could understand. 

Runa listened carefully, then repeated what he said, understanding the words that were left out. Her bonded astartes nodded his approval. 

Korio rarely spoke the local baseline language, preferring to speak High Gothic. They had been getting by using the translator egg and basic sign language. However, Runa started to learn High Gothic, wanting to better communicate with her bonded Astartes. 

To Korio’s surprise, it was Runa who asked him to help her to practise speaking in High Gothic, let alone taking the initiative to learn the language. Using the translator device, she expressed that it was getting frustrating using the translator all the time in order to talk to him directly, since he rarely spoke in her native language. At that, the Carcharadon felt a tinge of guilt for not learning more of her language. Perhaps their bonding wouldn’t have been fraught with so many difficulties had he learned and spoke the local language earlier. That was not a mistake he was going to make twice. He agreed and bit by bit, they learned to communicate in each other’s languages, slowly relying on the translator device less and less. 

These small practice sessions had the added bonus of doubling as bonding sessions as well; allowing Runa to slowly lose her fear towards her bonded Astartes, and allowing Korio to establish a closer relationship with his bonded human. It was pleasing to see Runa relax more in his presence and even catch a few laughs on occasion. Those were rare and Korio kept the memory of her laughter close to his hearts. 

That eventually led to their almost weekly movie/documentary nights like the one tonight. Sometimes they watched shows in High Gothic with subtitles in english, other times they watched the opposite. Any shows relating to sharks usually drew his interest, but while some were interesting, others with their poor animation and nonsensical plot quickly got rejected. However, he found historical movies and documentaries depicting Ancient Terran historical technology and natural history the most fascinating. 

For this particular documentary, it was in english with High Gothic subtitles, which was probably for the best since it allowed the Carcharadon to listen to David Attenborough’s actual voice. Korio watched with interest, wishing that he had asked the Red Wake’s permission to view the contents of that relic so he could have a comparison. The blue whale was introduced first, the largest animal on Terra, even bigger than the carcharodon that was kept on the bridge of Nicor. Korio inwardly scoffed, he has killed Tyranids larger just as big and ten times as deadly. The blue whale would be a walk in the park, but he couldn’t deny the curiosity to see that large creature in person one day. 

Runa looked up at him and noticed his focused interest. She said, “There are tours to go see whales. I will take you some day.”

“Tours. Tours.” Korio corrected her, then asked, “Blue whales?”

She smiled, “Yes, tours for blue whales and others.”

There was a softened look in his normally stoic expression, “Some day.” he quietly replied as his grey hand tenderly caressed her cheek. Runa blushed, still getting used to Korio’s random affectionate gestures.

The documentary continued, introducing other sea creatures from other parts of Ancient Terra, showing bait balls of small fish, followed by their aerial and underwater predators. As he watched the different species of sharks grouped up into giant shoals to follow the massive biomass of small prey fish; Korio was reminded of how the multiple battle companies came together to rejoin the chapter’s main fleet in preparation for the next large battle. 

Korio and Runa started on the popcorn while watching the pack of orca attacking the mother-calf pair of grey whales. Despite her larger size, the mother grey whale was unable to save her calf. He wasn’t sure if he should be impressed by the prey or disappointed by predators since the whole ordeal lasted six hours as Attenborough mentioned. 

Runa suddenly took the translator egg, commenting, “Different groups of orcas around the world, can develop hunting techniques to specialize hunting certain prey.” 

Korio listened to the translation and hummed in acknowledgement. That was similar to the different fighting styles from the different legions and chapters of Astartes. 

The scene switched to a whalefall being consumed by the scavengers of the deep. The Carcharodon recognized the hagfish as he had seen them in the research laboratory at the aquarium. Glancing down, he saw Runa reaching into the bowl and taking another handful of popcorn. Impulsively, he bent down and sneaked a mouthful of popcorn from her hand. His bonded froze and looked at him with a strange expression. He sat back up and looked back at her, a glint of sly humor in his dark eyes. Runa’s expression twisted into something between consternation and amusement, before bursting out in giggles. Korio felt pretty proud at that moment. 

Runa caught her breath, “You sneak! If you wanted to be fed, you could have just said so. No need to be like that sneaky leopard shark at the aquarium!”

“Here. Sneaky shark.” She snorted as she held up a few pieces of popcorn at her fingertips to his mouth. 

Korio gently picked the popcorn from her fingers, his sharp teeth barely grazing her skin. He swallowed then replied with a slight grin, “Your sneaky shark. More.”

Runa huffed, “Yes, yes. My sneaky shark.” holding up another few pieces of popcorn for him with a wry smile on her face. Korio felt pleased that Runa responded positively to his impulsive attempt to get her to feed him. Not that he needed to be hand-fed, but at least it confirmed that she was willing to touch him and how much more at ease she was with his presence now. 

He went back to watching the documentary, watching the shoal of squid laying and fertilizing the masses of egg capsules on the seabed, every now and then eating the popcorn that Runa fed him. How alien that they laid eggs in large clusters like that, but in numbers that big, Korio supposed there would be enough young to survive despite predation. To be fair, they were rather delicious, it was a good thing these small squid existed in such large numbers. 

There were only a few pieces of popcorn left. Korio quickly took the handful and placed it in front of his bonded, “Have some, Runa.” he said quietly. 

She looked surprised at first, but then smiled at him and grabbed the popcorn then stuffed them in her mouth. 

“Thank you.” she said. His mouth twitched into a slight smile. 

The first disc came to an end. Runa asked him, “Do you like it? You want more?”

The Carcharodon grinned, looking forward to view the next disc in the series along with his bonded human, “Yes. More.”

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

I wonder what media we have still exist in the 40k universe. Imagine if someones knowledge of early terra was just tapes or cds of jingle all the way, a couple of episodes of Seinfeld, american pyscho, and jaws 3. Sorry

Inquisitor Crowl from the Vaults of Terra novels is familiar with Bach’s music, though he calls him “Bacque” until a Haemonculus corrects him and laments how far humanity has fallen. Crowl thinks about Bach like his music is an ancient, deeply moving and personal thing.

Cawl is familiar with Goldilocks and the Three Bears, though he calls her “Gul Du Lac” and muddles the story about her into the actual Goldilocks Theory.

Guilliman is a huge fan of all three of Shakespeare’s plays, by his own admission.

The Carcharodons Astra have absolutely seen Jaws 3. Look at them. Everything they know about sharks is taken from Jaws and The Meg. Tyberos also has a collection of Blue Planet DVDs but no one is allowed near those priceless relics or he starts cutting off limbs. The quickest way to lose your life in his presence is to talk shit about the Oothecan Imperial Saint known as Davyyd At’unnbrugh

[alamuts-lair-of-madness]

Oh yes, the Carcharodons are one of my favourite groups. The Maori inspired markings give them lots of personality

Blah blah geneseed and all that but I think it would improve the game environment if there were space marines of color, yknow? No reason beyond big E being a white guy (and the fascism the game fails to properly criticize) for the elite genetically engineered fighting force to be all white dudes

[marsskop]

Tyberos The Red Wake, Chapter Master of the Carcharodons.

I'm falling in love with the sharks. My fav chapter rn.

[krumpits]

Super excited for the new space marine game, so i made my own guy from the best chapter (space shark supremacy!)

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Carcharodon Astra Heavy Assault Intercessor by Wolfdawgartcorner