#catachani

[katesfoxhole]

You're on your eighth hour idling in one of this planet's denser wild orchards waiting to link up with elements from an assault regiment. Suddenly your vox chatters to life with imperial transmissions in rough low gothic.

A few minutes later a troop of sentinels in green camouflage striped with a dark yellow come clanking through the trees. Chainblades mounted to their hulls whir and whine as they carve a path through the thicker parts of the underbrush, and bursts from heavy flamers incinerate what they can't cut through. Prowling around their stomping mechanical feet is a skirmish line of some of the roughest Imperial troopers you've ever seen.

Uniform discipline obviously isn't high on their list of priorities. No two troopers are kitted out exactly the same, some in flak armor, some in camo vests. A few of the troopers aren't wearing any tops at all, their upper bodies clothed only in ammo bandoliers and sheaths for wicked-looking combat knives.

A command salamander in the same paint job as the sentinels pulls up alongside your track. A woman stands in the top deck, clad in a tank top and flak vest, her bared arms gripping the heavy flamer.

She pushes her tanker goggles up on to her forehead and shouts across to your track.

"Corporal Zendra. 17th Catachan Assault Regiment. I hear you all are gonna lead us in for the attack," she calls with a grin.

Cool fic!

[catachan-jungle-fighter]

📂

John's clan developed a slight immunity to chaotic energies, their constant warring against Daemon's and Corrupted Catachani having helped them gain the two things they enjoy in their hunt, an almost preternatural sense of 'detection' of possessed or corrupted individuals and items and their slight immunity.

Any Geist who became corrupted by the Dark Spirit's is chained and locked in a cage of Rune carved Steel, left to either die of starvation or the elements.

[lord-kallig]

Honey for the drabble meme

(a little fluffy drabble as some fun. I justify the link with honey being sweet and Kallig and Devrex being sweet together)

Time had fallen into an immaterial state for the Everchosen. There was little discernible from the dimmed lights.

He wouldn’t care if such efforts were fruitful. He was wisped up into a emotional mist.

The Everchosen’s mind was still, daemonic aspects minimised not by an external influence or a malefic presence but from a mutual understanding of the importance of these quiet moments.

His regal bed rested in the middle of a room and atop it he laid with Devrex holding him close from behind.

The Catachani’s steady breath caressed the Everchosen’s neck, occasionally interjected with a soft kiss to the tender flesh.

The brutishly muscular arms gingerly held their lover close and gave a feeling of protection when in a vulnerable state.

A tear fell from Kallig’s eye against the pillow. He knew this couldn’t last, nothing like this could, but he had to enjoy it when he could.

The focus of the entirely galaxy narrowed to a single room for but a few hours. It was blissful.

[jackass-biomancer]

"Hehe. No problem. Just try not to get too wasted when some of the herbs inevitably turn out to be, um, whaddayacallit? Psy... psy... eh, mind-altering. My pal John, he's in charge of some terrifying Catachani troops, he has these guys who tend to make bad batches of moonshine and..."

Meli carried on into tales of her time spent with the Catachan Mad Wolves, and the hallucinogenic effects of misbrewed Wolves' Spit that resulted in her having to climb a tree to get away from a Vostroyan Mad Wolf with a big stick who thought she was a Canak Floater.

"Hey, you," says Meli affectionately, setting a mug of recaf down in front of Korivan. "How're you feeling?"

The Apothecary raised his head, blinking at the sight of Meli and the recaf in confusion, as if his brain refused to process the sight momentarily before finally at last it jump started…the images and prior knowledge finally all clicking together. 

“Ah, Meli.” He was out of his armor again. “I am well thank you. Forgive me I have just been distracted filing the reports on the latest set of physical exams.” He at last remembered the recaf and reached for it, letting the heat from the mug soak into his hands. 

“Thank you for the recaf and your assistance this week. I hope it has not been too tedious of work.”