#Iron Guard

[surfingkaliyuga]

Members of Garda de Fier (The Iron Guard) carrying the caskets containing the bodies of Corneliu Zelea Codreanu and his thirteen companions slain by the order of King Carol II. Preceded by a two day vigil the procession left St. Elijah-Gorgani Church and the remains were transported to a mausoleum in the Green House, the Legionary headquarters (30.11.1940, Bucharest). 

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

A Rare Moment of Peace

(More Perturabo x Nehetari fluffy stuff)

Perturabo took in a deep breath. The comforting scent of parchment, ink, freshly cut grass, and warm earth hung heavily in the evening air. His well-used drafting desk was one of his favorite places to be, and as a fresh breeze wafted lazily in through the open balcony window, he paused his sketching to look at the dappled evening sunlight filtering in. Birds were tittering outside, likely at their feeder, and their calls came accompanied by the soft swish-swish of ornamental grasses accenting the front flower bed.

This. This was what real luxury was like.

A slightly more insistent breeze slipped into the room, ruffling the drafting papers strewn about the worn desk surface. A misplaced fountain pen began to roll, and halfway through it's journey the primarch gently caught it, placing it back into its tattered old vase alongside the others.

Adjusting the pen in his left hand, Perturabo turned back to the sheaf of papers in front of him. The construction of the Mirror Palace's new wing was moving along apace, but it needed something to fill the half-courtyard formed where the new addition intersected with the east wing and palace proper. A natural pond sat just outside the area so, rather than waste time destroying a perfectly good water feature, a courtyard garden seemed to make the most sense. The Empress agreed.

The pen made a soft scratching sound as he put it to paper, and the plans for an elegant pavillion began to take shape in the ink.

He could have hardly asked for a more perfect time for this project. Crucius was currently away with Edon and the rest of the veteran Iron Guard. No doubt they were running drills, wrangling the new recruits into line, or getting harried by government officials in the capital right now. Empress Shatterspeare had been trapped in too many meetings to come invent more work for him to do, and the Psykers Guild hadn't had a catastrophe since the Necrons installed the empiric stabilizer. Or if there had been a catastrophe, it was either too insignificant to matter, or it wasn't worth risking the Lanky One's displeasure over.

And speaking of The Lanky One...

...Perturabo settled deeper into the large mahogany chair, lowering his head until his chin rested heavily on a crown of soft white hair.

Nehetari was just the right height for a chin-rest, and if she was just going to sit in his lap and take up space, she should at least make herself useful.

Not that it was difficult to work around her. She'd been there for a couple hours now. She wasn't sleeping, or even meditating (the depth and rate of her breathing told him this). She was just... ...watching him as he worked.

It had become... ...a sort of ritual for them on peaceful days like this. She would just appear, occasionally speak, sometimes offer skinship, but mostly just exist in a space near him. Sometimes he would be sitting in his large leather chair beside the bookcase reading, look up, and find her curled up on his bed asleep. Or scrolling through a dataslate. Or browsing one of his shelves for a new knickknack or gadget to inspect. Occasionally she would even sit down and make use of his easel. Though, despite her many talents, she was all thumbs the moment she picked up a brush or pencil. Conversation was never expected or missed, and Perturabo found himself deeply relishing the sound of soft footsteps approaching on carpet, or the gentle creak of a door being shut carefully as she entered.

Or in this case, it was the soft "thurrr thurrr thurrr" sound emanating from her at that moment. Of the various strange noises that her alien biology made, this was definitely one of his favorites. It always started with a soft "thurruk thuruk thuurruk," like someone was turning the ignition of a crate hauler covered in thick cloth. Eventually, the more staccato sounds would even out into long, low vibrations that would echo in her chest cavity, causing her whole body to vibrate ever so slightly. He learned that this was one of her "happy" noises.

The feel of the vibration against the muscles of his upper body was an utterly fascinating sensation, and the sound sent pleasant, tingling waves across his scalp and down his spine. Just as he started to relax, another swift breeze came barreling in from the open door, and Nehetari silently retreated from the cool air into the shelter of the primarch's body.

"Shall I close the doors?"

It was the first word either of them had spoken in hours, and the sound felt strange in the cozy evening ambience.

"Unecessary." Nehetari shifted, settling into her new position. "The wind is sparse, and the fresh air is pleasing. Are you growing uncomfortable with me sitting like this?"

Perturabo snorted, "Hardly."

She barely weighted anything at all (at least to his standards anyway), nor was she as skeletal she used to be. He'd carried her boney, squirming ass across a three hour trek of minefields, trenches, and halfway up the side of a cliff in the past. THAT was uncomfortable. This was nothing.

He was rewarded for his answer with a swift, affectionate lick from her spade-like tongue. It was warm and rough, like the tongue of one of the empress' large felines. The primarch grumbled half-heartedly and planted his chin atop her head again.

Time passed and the cozy quiet reigned once more. Evening faded into night, and eventually Perturabo did get up and close the balcony doors, but only after he made sure the poor fried goat wouldn't freeze without her post-human internal furnace. The primarch watched her with no small amount of amusement as she waddled towards the washroom in a cocoon of blankets, looking like an even stranger xenos than she already was.

The rest was like clockwork. She would sleep here tonight, just like she always did. Maybe they would wake up together to another calm day. Maybe she would wake up first and drag him out of the house on some fool's errand. Maybe he'd wake up to Crucius hurling shoes and expletives at him, Lanky up and swatting them aside like training projectiles. Hell, maybe they'd wake up to every single Iron Guard librarian storming the house, begging them to come fix some hole the Psyker Guild exploded in reality. Maybe even some strange combination of the four; he'd given up on trying to predict chaos a long time ago.

Perturabo only had a few moments to settle himself before the body-heat snatcher returned, invading the sheets and his personal space. He wrapped his arms around the princess and squeezed, feeling her slowly calm and then slip into that meditative state she called sleep, but was more like a waking dream state. Even as her breathing evened out, the primarch could still feel her consciousness being... ...aware. Still slightly unsettling, but that was part of what helped him sleep soundly - it kept the paranoia at bay.

Satisfied, Perturabo closed his eyes... ...and sank into a warm, dreamless slumber.

[immaculatasknight]

They're green and they're mean

[galacticsabc]

yeah bro, can you guess who Jarvis is romancing?

[nightwonder7]

Since Fool's Gold is made of magnetic rocks, how much you want to bet a bunch of tools get stuck to him, again?

Bet it probably happens all the time. To everyone's dismay.

[wh40kartwork]

Mordian Iron Guard Vs Slaaneshi Daemon

by Márton Kapoli

[shittyutmv]

Hmmm maybe Ink just needs to be ironed out

ok got it. whats the next step? (context) ink by comyet //+ scrapped ver. under the cut!

blue/swap by popcornpr1nce dream by jokublog core frisk by dokudoki

[squishyowl]

Fic Dividers 2 - Traitors

check my masterpost for all parts!

[voxbelicosa]

Traitor war council - some portrait sketches done for an upcoming local Horus Heresy campaign

[tagedeszorns]

All of them.

They are available as stickers/shirts/on mugs/whatever in my Redbubble-shop.

[nevesmose]

✨️ TRAITOR PRIMARCHS x SCOTTISHPEOPLETWITTER ✨️

Loyalists + Bonus

[surfingkaliyuga]

“Corneliu Zelea Codreanu” Amelia Jakubowicz 2018

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

OC Quotes Out of Context:

"...You know that feeling when you've been mocking your least favorite music with your Audiomancer pal, mostly by singing the stupidest lines in the most obnoxious voice you can think of, and then you find out you've been on the open vox channel the whole time? Yeah, it's THAT awkward."

-Crucius Yemnat, First Captain of the Iron Guard (formerly known as the Refored Iron Warriors)

[immaculatasknight]

Nazi adjacent

[feroluce]

Sampo's jobs usually involve either business or smuggling, but he prides himself on his wide variety of skill sets. He's the one and only Sampo Koski, after all! You name it (and pay him for it), he can do it! Which is how he gets drafted by Natasha to help out in the daycare/orphanage one day. Gepard goes down to the Underground to see the leader of Wildfire about some official business, and instead he runs into Sampo with:

One baby strapped to his chest,

Another baby strapped to his back,

A toddler carefully balanced on his hip,

And a little kid clutched around each leg, whining for Sampo to start walking again because they wanna hitch a ride.

Sampo: Well, well! If it isn't our- Er... You alright, friend?

Gepard: OTL (I AM GOING TO DEFY BIOLOGY-)

[tesalicious2]

Command Clone Currency

The clones are unpaid and therefore broke. They can’t really pay each other to do things since they have no money so they go for a new currency: favors

Now, the CTs don’t really do it the same as the Commanders because they have to be specific. They can’t return a favor between battalions quickly, due to fighting/locations/schedule. They’re at the whim of the war and pick and choose their repayment time.

The Comanders are different. They trade and barter like crazy. It’s favors with a few cases of alcohol. They can trade favors they are owed to others all the time, so anyone can cash it. They can pull the strings to get their payment quick.

For example, Cody needed a save from a small squad. He knew Delta was on planet doing some mission and he needed a detour but he had no connection or favor. However, Fox (for some reason) did. Cody offered a case of spotchka and a favor Monnk owed in return for having Delta do the detour. Delta owed fox one less favor, Cody owed no favors (which is the best outcome, since Fox WILL cash it) and Fox got something on Monnk and free (very expensive) spotchka.

Few CTs knew they did it this way, and the CT captains such as Rex and Keeli had to quickly adapt to this way of thinking. Rex made the mistake of owing Bacara before anyone told him. Keeli was lucky enough to meet the SpecOps CC Blackout, who clued him in on the difference but left him high and dry when it came to implementing his knowledge. (Keeli ended up owing Blackout two mini guns for his ‘friendly advice’)

Though, when times are tough and there is little time to barter, it is common to put off the payment until after the act is completed. Though many hate doing this as the trading can become unfair. What often happens is the party in need already has a deal prepared and states their need and their payment, it is hardly ever contested (however the helper may tack on another fee which is accepted or denied).

For example, Doom needed backup from Jet’s flame troopers. He quickly called, stated his need, and his payment of a case of charges. Jet had found the payment (though correct in price, unpractical for his squad) and changed it to half a case of fuel (easier for Doom to get a hold of and just as useful as charges to a Demolition team). Doom accepted the terms and Jet’s squad arrived right on time.

Though the bartering is mostly physical, many deal in the intangible. Perfect examples are all of the Coruscant Guard and the Special Operations teams. These are the only two groups who has everyone (including CT shinies) in on this system. They have the least to offer when it comes to normal ops, after all what GAR commander needs to know where a random Senator is going to be at what time or who slept with who. However, this trading info is perfect for the Guard who constantly works with/against (yay embezzlement and blackmail) these same Senators and for the SpecOps who need to know political climates and interpersonal relationships for recon and assassinations.

Most trading goes on between those two, and their prices are often higher since the missions are higher stake. Often Commando Squads are up for bids (who doesn’t want a four man 100% mission completion rate squad in their pocket), blackmail on natborn officers, republic secrets, senators schedules, crime syndicates favor and areas of interest, etc.

For the Guard, their trading goes further. They work with crime syndicates to keep it off the streets while keeping profit up. Those who do not work with them, go down. They’ve gain control of the lower 2000 levels through this and those who do not conform are forced to by the Guard or the citizens of the lower levels who don’t want to deal with the Guard, (peer pressure and bullying at its finest.)

The commanders learned this from watching the Cuy’val Dar, who would often trade on Kamino. The Alphas picked it up and used it but the CCs truly made it valuable beyond belief. The trainers traded for free shifts and booze, the CCs traded for mission successes and heavy artillery.

Many CTs attempt to learn how this system works. However, as few know it’s different, even fewer see the affects; those that do, know well enough to leave it be.

Despite there being no real difference in intelligence between the CCs and CTs, witnessing the speed and weight of the trades, makes even the Jedi’s head spin.

The Padawans are one of the few outsiders to see it in action. They do not really like it, but many pick it up for lesser trades (help with this paper or answers for this homework). Cal Kestis surprisingly picks it up the best. He’s the youngest so very impressionable, eager to learn, his CC Commander Steel, is very good at it, and Steel is possibly the only one to teach their General’s Padawan.

Steel sees that Cal isn’t going to be on the field much (Steel agrees with this and makes sure he stays on the Venator). So, if Cal ever needs help, he knows how to get it. Steel has made him be present for several trades and even made him come up with theoretical ones. Cal becomes very good at it, but is unable to flex his skills much due to the other Padawans unable to match his speed or skill. They are several years older, see it as in-Jedi like or are bad at it (or their Captains are bad at it and can’t teach them well), their concept of value is off (Jedi don’t often put a price on things and those that do have a habit of underselling due to being nice), and/or they do not know the range of what can be traded.

It’s very personal, with different Commanders wanting different things. Knowing who wants what can often make the payment cheaper for the offering party.

For example, the Marines often need heavy snow gear and blankets. So, offering a box of heating blankets in return for a case of bacta and blaster packs. This is a much better deal than offering a case of mini guns for the bacta and blaster packs. In the second case, Bacara may say no the mini guns or want a case of something else along with the mini guns.