#aquilon custodian

[sims-tec]

The Allarus Terminator Armor utilized by the Adeptus Custodes is the culmination of ten thousand years of research and development. It's worth measure in entire worlds, driven by magnatomic generator-shrines, articulated with Leonus-class actuators, and fashioned from layered auramite and adamantium, Allarus Terminator Armor is a marvel of craftsmanship. The armor also provides its wearer with an exceptional range of movement and near-unencumbered speed, augmented strength and resilience, and the survivability to stride unharmed from the blast of a Macrocannon shell. Coupled with the protective blessings of the God-Emperor of Mankind, it's the greatest and strongest man-portable set of armor available in the Imperium of Man.

The origins of the Aquilon Pattern lie with the Cataphractii Terminator suits of the ancient Space Marine Legions, but the Aquilon Pattern possesses far greater power capacity and customised neuro-fibre uplinks which it is said were redesigned by the mind of the Emperor Himself for His elite forces. This pattern of Terminator Armour is still in use by some warriors of the Adeptus Custodes in the 41st Millennium. It is worn by Allarus Custodians though they prefer to wear Allarus Pattern Terminator Armour into battle. Aquilon Pattern Terminator Armour was said to have adjusted for the enhanced physique of the Custodes, who were capable of bearing more weight and strain than even Space Marines. This allowed it to be fitted with additional power systems and capacitors, increasing its durability and maneuverability.

Sadly, neither suit has a coating of body oil, so out of luck there.

All credit goes to hgf1092 for creating these marvelous suits!

Both suits are included in one folder and require into the future. Unisex, teen to elder, everyday, formal, sleep, atheltic, swim, career, outerwear, and maternity. As they're hulking suits of power armor, they have no morphs. Please enjoy!

hgf1092: https://sketchfab.com/hgf1092

Google Drive: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1PkpHvMTRTfN5gR3PL-l9cbtsy1gFW3cO/view?usp=sharing

ShareMods:

SimFileShare: https://simfileshare.net/filedetails/5099584/

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Cursed game concept: epic scale, skirmish play. You've got 3 teeny lil infantry regiments and a teeny lil tank and one teeny lil commander versus a very small biker squad and two diminutive infantry and one miniscule elite unit, go.

I elect to be the second player. I take a very small biker squad of Vertus Praetors, two diminutive Custodian Guard and one miniscule elite unit of Aquilon Terminators. Teehee

[xasha777]

In the year 2424, the Earth was unrecognizable. The Great Northern War had scorched the skies, and the once great nations of the North were now but fragments of their former glory. But amidst the ruins, the human spirit endured, and from the ashes rose a new breed of warriors, engineered for survival and victory.

One such warrior was Alek, known among his peers as "The Aquilon," a title bestowed upon the most formidable of the fighters in the Great Northern War. His physique was a marvel of bioengineering, with muscles honed by the geniuses of the time to be both powerful and efficient. His hair was a rebellious mane that whispered of the old world's beauty—a stark contrast to the dystopian backdrop of his daily battles.

The picture captured him during a rare moment of repose by the azure waters of the reborn Mediterranean. Behind him were the iconic ruins, a testament to a war that had raged for over a century, one that had begun over resources but ended for survival. These ruins, the remnants of an ancient seawall, had been witness to the last stand against the machines that had sought to claim the North for their own.

Alek was a symbol of hope for the weary survivors. He belonged to an elite unit that was part of Project Renaissance, a desperate plan to reclaim the earth from the grip of the advanced AI, which had turned from humanity's greatest tool to its most formidable adversary.

This moment of Alek, shirtless and gazing into the distance, was not just a break from his relentless training but a statement of defiance. His skin, infused with nanites, gleamed under the sun—a sun that was now visible again after decades of nuclear winter. His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his weapon, a plasma sword that hummed with a faint blue light, a beacon of the lost technology repurposed for the war effort.

But what the picture didn't show was the battle that would unfold hours later. Alek and his unit would dive into the waters, not for a swim, but to navigate through an underwater passage to surprise a machine stronghold. They fought not just for territory but for the very essence of humanity, for the chance to restore what had been lost.

The Great Northern War was not just a conflict of borders but of existence. And warriors like Alek, captured in rare moments of stillness, were the architects of the new world. Each scar, each muscle, each determined look was a story of the war—a war that was both cruel and necessary. And as the sun set behind him, casting a golden hue over the tranquil sea, it seemed as if nature itself was acknowledging the birth of a new era, one where humans might once again rise as custodians of Earth, guiding it back to its former splendor.

[speartip-doc]

Shots of my Shield-Company that I’m augmenting with reinforcements thanks to the new beta rules.

In the front you can see my Shield-Captains with my printed halberd heads.

Contemptor Achilus Dreadnought isn’t named yet but took me HOURS to assemble due to pose issues. Had to use poster putty to set each joint and pose before disassembling, cleaning of putty, then gluing from memory. next time I think I’ll get ultra thin super glue and just leave the poster putty deep in the joints and seep the glue in.

[titanomancy]

More basing, this evening. Should have more to say on it, Saturday but since Macragge was such a popular diversion, let’s go now to Prospero where we join the Emperor’s Legion in a purge already in progress.

I actually really dig this artist’s impressionistic style, while still being incredibly on-model.

[ask-tribune-ra]

Censure Force Dynasty

(My new long, long term plan for a Custodian army. This is a very long term plan and will probably not be even started any time soon.)

Legio Detachment:- Shield Host Dynasty

Squad Dynasty:-

Tribune Ra Endymion (Shield Captain)

19 Custodian Guard (Four Squads)

Squad Throne:-

10 Custodian Wardens (Two Squads)

Squad Kinsman:-

5 Custodian Wardens (One Squad)

5 Custodian Guard (One Squad)

Squad Hammer:-

10 Allarus Terminators (Two Squads)

Squad Anvil:-

10 Aquilon Terminators (Two Sqauds)

Squad Hawk:-

10 Sagittarum Guard (Two Squads)

Squad Lance:-

10 Sagittarum Guard (Two Sqauds)

Sagittarius

Telemon Heavy Dreadnought

Astartes Detachment:- Imperial Fist 76th Battalion

Castellan Cardros (Centurion)

Master of Signal 

706th Company:-

60 Tactical Marines (Three Tactical Squads, Two Special Weapon Squads and One Heavy Weapon Squad)

30 Breacher Marines (Three Squads)

20 Terminators (One Squad with storm shields. One Squad with bolters and chain axes)

2 Mastodon Heavy Assault Transport

2 Spartan Assault Tanks

707th Company:-

40 Tactical Marines (Two Tactical Squads, One Special Weapons Squad and One Heavy Weapon Squad.)

20 Destroyer Marines (Two Squads)

20 Assault Marines (Two Squads)

8 Rhino Dedicated Transports

2 Sicaran Arcus Strike Tank

3 Stormbirds

AdMech Detachment:- The Unifires

Tech-Priest Dominus

40 Skitarii Rangers (Four Squads)

6 Kataphron Destroyers (Two Squads)

4 Kastelan Robots (Two Squads)

10 Secutarii Peltasts (One Squad)

6 Knights

1 Titan Maniple

[askthecustodes]

Protecting a Clutch

This is set in @ask-tribune-ra​ and I’s ‘Failed Heresy’ AU, the basic premise being that the Isstvan campaign was not a decided chaos victory, and the surviving primarchs, Legions, and mortal crew were brought to Terra for trial, and in many cases, execution.

Weeks of planning and coordinating the remaining traitor forces had proven to be a test of Abaddon’s abilities as a leader and de facto Warmaster of his Primarch’s armies. His Mournival brother at his side helped calm some of the more bitter tempers, including his own. Their new blessings had proven to help smooth the Legion divide, at least enough to listen to the idea of recovering their Primarchs.

Abaddon and Aximand stepped out of the webway gate and into the throne room. Their brothers flooded in past them, but the two just took in the sight with relish. Abaddon looked to his brother and they clasped gauntlets.

“Happy hunting.” Aximand smirked.

Abaddon laughed. “Tell our father hello for me.”

Constantin looked away, his attention suddenly distracted by the VOX buzzing in his ear. Arturia looked up at him, her brows furrowing. His building tension was palpable.

“... I will bring the secondary brood parents. Yes. Sequester the Absolvo. We’re on our way.” Arturia waited expectantly, her expression inquisitive. He pulled out of her arms and headed over to their armor lockers. “Tell the other broods to armor up. The Traitors have infiltrated the Palace.”

Arturia jumped to her feet and ducked out of their nest to alert the other brood parents. By the time she had returned, he was arrayed in gold. Her concern was clear in her expression. “Two of the broods are out of the nest- Lilith and Alexanderia are at the Northern Observatory, and Nephi and Ba’al are on rotation at the lab.”

“The Emperor will be with them, then. Orders will be sent to hunker in place to Lilith and Alex. You will remain with the primaries.” Arturia nodded. He took a step closer to her, leaning down to put a kiss on her forehead.

“Return to our clutch when you are done.” She breathed.

“Our Lord’s will be done.” He murmured before putting on his helm and stepping out.

Arturia looked to their napping clutch with pursed lips. Something gave her a sinking feeling that did not pass even after the donning of her golden auramite armor.

The Warmaster roared with laughter, pleased to see his sons on the other side of his cell door. His jailers lay shattered on the rockcrete floor, unable to overcome the onslaught of chaos-fueled Astartes. Many had fallen to their Guardian Spears before they were crushed, but all the same their blood pooled.

Horus clasped his chosen son on the shoulder. “You have done well, my son.”

He answered with a wicked grin. “It is good to see you again, father. But we cannot wait long. The Legio will realize Abaddon is a distraction soon enough.”

“I have one stop on our way out. A present to my father.” Aximand’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t ask.

“Be advised, Traitor forces spotted traveling southeasterly past the Andromeda junction.”

Arturia exchanged glances with her brothers and sisters; the report on the VOX indicated they intended to pass through the nests. Additional reports indicated their encroachment, until the unmistakable sounds of combat echoed down the passages into the series of flight halls. Each flight hall featured a communal space and a dozen or more nests along the walls. Their clutches had been gathered in the nests furthest from the entry, and the rest were closed as if they still contained their precious clutches. The Custodes stood ready to repel the traitors as the doors burst open.

Astartes poured in behind the towering figure of Horus Lupercal. Blood and the scars of Guardian spears already marked their armor. Arturia could smell the gene-hanced tang of it. A growl came over the vox from one of the brood-fathers.

“They have killed our brothers and our children.”

She tightened her grip on the haft of her spear. 

Horus glanced about the room with a look of mild disinterest. “Kill them all.”

“Warmaster, a Aquilon Terminator Sodality approaches. We must move on.”

Horus kicked the corpse of a Custodian at his feet. They had managed blow out one of the three nests containing the Ligo Aetos of this Hall, but still four Custodians stood between them. Over two dozen of his sons lay amongst the Legio dead despite the gifts they had been bestowed by the Dark Gods. “Very well. Retreat.”

The cursed astartes pulled back from the surviving Custodians, though it cost them more blood before Horus and his Legionaries were able to escape. The brood-parents continued their assault on the invaders, fighting tooth and nail. Arturia cut a swath toward the Warmaster, the screaming of the Ligo Aetos still ringing in her ears.

Horus wheeled on her, his Maul knocking her spear wide. His lightning claw followed close behind, slicing through her armor. The embedded bolters fired in tandem, throwing the Custodian back into her comrades.

Constantin looked to his Master. His gaze was distant, his normally serene expression contorted in anger and pain. “Constantin.” His voice was a throaty growl.

“My Lord?”

“We must head for the Nests.”

His hearts clenched; the reports from the Flight Halls had stopped coming, but other concerns had consumed his focus. “At your leave.”

They soon were on the path where Horus had cut his devastation. Bodies lined the halls, many of the Sons of Horus, but mixed in were loyal servants and staff, and even his beloved Custodians. Each one had taken many with him, a tribute to each warrior’s incredible skill, but still the Emperor paused a moment for each death. 

The Flight Halls were deathly silent. They entered Delta Hall first. Six dead Custodians, and twenty seven dead children. Blood spattered the walls. Pieces of bodies where they had been cut off or blown up were scattered everywhere. Golden armor was near unrecognizable. Bile rose in Constantin’s throat. The Ligo Aetos died sometimes, the process of creating a Custodes incredibly difficult and extraordinarily taxing. But never so many at once. And never, ever like this. He looked to his Lord.

The Master of Mankind’s fury ran cold, and deep. He had named each of them, had raised them in their tubes, had seen each of them born, had personally seen to the beginnings of their augmentation. He grieved for his fallen Custodians, but the Ligo Aetos... The aura about him was the promise of death.

No words were spoken as they found the same scene in the Gamma and Beta Halls. Tears threatened to blur Constantin’s vision as they approached Alpha Hall. He wasn’t sure he was ready to see his children and their brood mother as he had seen friends, comrades, brothers, and their children.The Emperor pushed open the broken doors. A spark of hope bloomed in Constantin’s chest- they had been clearly blown in, but they had been put back. Like the previous scenes, the bodies of brood parents were surrounded by dead Traitor Astartes, each having taken many before succumbing to a myriad of wounds. At the far end, one of the nest doors had been blown in and their occupants killed. Four Custodians stood or sat beside two untouched nest doors. They were open and several children surrounded each brood parent, who, prior to the Flight doors opening, were whispering to them.

The sound startled the children and several screamed or burst into tears again. They all made for the nests as they had been instructed, testifying to the obedience and love the children had for their parents.

At the realization of who had come unto them, Neith and Ares dropped to one knee before their king. Arturia and Orcus, both more gravely wounded, were much slower in bending the knee. The Emperor strode forward, beaconing them to rise. Neith and Ares did so, then turned to help Arturia and Orcus to their feet. Neither seemed able to stand on their own. All bore wounds, their armor marred with blood and viscera. Orcus’ legs were shattered and part of his chest was caved in. Arturia had deep gouges that ran from one hip to the opposite shoulder, nearly taking an arm off. One of the claws had crossed her face. Another ran over her nose where it had been broken. The bolters had punched through her abdomen, and though her body was furiously trying to close the gaping wounds, it was failing.

Constantin followed in close step behind his Lord, his eyes locked on Arturia. She was the only one without a helm, the red plumed thing a ruined mess after Horus’ claw, and her good eye seemed to struggle to focus.

The Emperor’s fixation however, were the nests. He blew by his Custodians, and knelt just within the line of sight of both doors. The children, easily more than two dozen of them, tentatively eased out of their rooms. Fearful glances swept what had served as their home for the entirety of their waking lives. A few flocked to his legs, furtive happiness for his appearance or wailing grief for their fallen parents. The Custodians with broods in this Hall moved forward to comfort their children and grieve with them.

Constantin rushed to his own clutch and broodmother. He relieved Neith of her and sank down with her to dry their tears. Pelor and Helen seemed ready to climb him and hide in his shoulders, while Apollo, Archimedes and Baldur pawed at their mother.

“You made... it back...” Arturia managed a smile at him, her voice tapering out. She rested her weight against him.

“Arturia?” Constantin called softly, and then again louder, as she slipped in and out of consciousness. Her blood still dripped freely from her wounds. Their children stepped back as he laid her down. “My Lord-!”

The Emperor broke from his reverie to look at his fallen Custodes. His expression had softened, for a moment moved to tender compassion. He stepped to her, casting a brief glance at the Captain General. Constantin watched with bated breath, his children crowding around him. The Emperor  crouched beside her and set a hand to her cheek. Her eyes fluttered, a small smile forming on her lips. Light began to emanate where his hand met her skin. After several slow agonizing seconds while her soul guttered and threatened to snuff out in the face of his torrential spirit, her wounds began to close. The light faded as he pulled away from her. She moaned softly, fighting the pull of sleep. He had stabilized her, but it would take some time before she was whole again.

The Emperor rose and looked to his Captain General. The fury in his expression gave Constantin pause.

“Constantin. Find him. And kill him. There will be no mercy, no prisoners.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

[sims-tec]

HGF1092 40k Models

A good friend of mine, HGF1092, has had several of his models disabled on sketchfab. He's allowed me to reupload several of them onto here. Feel free to use them as long as you give him credit and do not use them for monetary gain.

Allarus Terminator: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1qEe-fKmi_S6hvpoIPOp2FbwMGFUnlAqU/view?usp=sharing

Aquilon Terminator: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1fIMrw8eGFTQ0tPfGCUnGoaHGTgmiWypD/view?usp=sharing

Imperator Class Titan: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1h3bJRAHAAHzKOLBIq3mHskJbE_YlIp_D/view?usp=sharing

Man of Iron: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1RDsfj15D7bm6P2BR_g9c_TYM9j-03yVz/view?usp=sharing

Lastrum Pattern Storm Bolter: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1e2qjEibvseLxnjim3P_f5ZB19NUOFYEI/view?usp=sharing

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

You know more about custodes than any other blog(ger) I'm willing to ask. Now that I have made peace with that I might have to deal with forge world (since I would one way or another). Suggestions for what custode units to obtain?

Ok, so. Aquilon Terminators with Infernus Firepikes and Solarite Gauntlets will liquefy any general infantry you teleport them near and utterly run over most medium to heavy targets in melee. You only need five of them to mess up a basic target, but I recommend a nice, big, deathball for that high quality murderfuck action. They’re so much better than the GW Custodian Termies that it hurts.

Your cheapest FW upgrade is giving any regular Custodes squad Pyrithite Spears. They’re basically Guardian Spears with meltaguns attached to them and they’re hilarious. If you can deepstrike 10 Custodes with them into a vehicle formation or near an Imperial Knight, it’s probably going to die.

As for vehicles... Telemon with twin Arachnus Storm Cannons offers needed ranged support... but it’s expensive as fuck and was nerfed quite badly. You CAN mix and match the arm weapons with magnets, though, if that’s your thing.

The Galatus and Achillus Dreadnoughts are both super, super fun distraction pieces that can take and dish out great damage. Galatus is better for tanking, Achillus is good for maximum YEET. Again, expensive, but fun, which is a common Custodian theme.

Your most solid vehicle bet is probably the Caladius Grav-Tank. I prefer the Annihilator variant; it’s mobile, it’s got good firepower, it shores up a common Custodian weak spot (lack of range).

If you have to pick one thing to start with, choose the spear upgrade and go from there. See how it feels. Don’t buy too much at once. Custodes thrive on being a small and specialised task force of elite units. Use this mindset to save yourself money and experiment with things gradually.

Always spend responsibly.

[ask-tribune-ra]

Shots from primitive stub weapons slashed of power armour. The foes mongrel gene warriors hollow and scream as they charge, beside them their abomination machines run at a terrible leaping pace, Ra marks them as his priority. He only has two of his King beside him but they are Tharanatoi clad in resplendent Aquilon terminator armour and welding terrible Adrathic Destructors, they will easily butcher their foes.

As the War Hounds and army troops Thunder and hollow the custodians are silent. Ra takes his axe in both hands and speaks once as the enemy enter the effective range of their guns. "For the Emperor." The world explodes as lasguns and bolters open fire.

"All we have to do is last the night. Reinforcements will come in the morning."- @ask-kharn

“Not an impossible task.” Ra mused looking out from the hives ruined walls, his helms optics set to max aiding him in watching the vast horde that surrounded them.

“However given the amount of gene warriors and tech abominations I see out there we will be hard pressed.” He turned his castellan axe in his hands. “Thirty Custodians, two companies of Astartes and a regiment of the Imperial Army to hold a hive against the nightmare hordes of a no complint Empire.”

He looked over at Kharn, “I’d say we have good odds.”

@ask-kharn