#medusians

[the-forge]

speaking of which, why didn’t we get any medusian’s in the 90s shows? like they’re all 7 seasons 20+ episodes per season and you’re telling me not ONE star trek writer wanted to talk about a medusian?

oBjectively the coolest species with the sickest lore in the entire series?

like they were perfect for all the 90s shows with their 90s vibes. the mystique and pure energy on having one of those guys on your spaceship?? that’s a PErfect setup for one of the most unhinged episodes ever.

you don’t even have to show the monster!! i mean talk about cost effective. (though if i’m being perfectly honest… if we got more content with them i would have absolutely expected a 2001: a space odyssey, 20 minute wormhole scene to convey that the concept is not consumable by the watcher, lovecraftian(👎) if you will)

[startrekprodigyfan]

I really like that Star Trek Prodigy, as an introduction to the Star Trek franchise for kids, literally just runs the gauntlet of atypical plot lines. In no particular order we have:

Alien planet is sentient and wants to kill you.

Time travel shenanigans (several times).

Aliens want to help you obtain nirvana… but there’s a catch.

First contact goes awry.

Scary Borg episode.

Sentient AI wants to destroy you.

Sentient AI wants to take over the planet.

Trapped on the holodeck.

Holodeck characters run amok.

Additionally, they also run the gauntlet of introducing different aliens and races and concepts. So we’ve got:

Klingons, Romulans, Ferengi, Vulcans, Tellerite, Andorians, Borg, and Tribbles. But we’ve also got Medusians, Kazon, Caitian, Brikar, Trill, Lurian, and Denobulans.

And on top of that we get slow fed Star Trek concepts and staples such as:

Phasers, Transporters, holodecks, genetic modification, starships, photon torpedos, quantum torpedos, shields, deflector, tractor beams, universal translators, com badges, pips, and more.

Like I cannot overstate how monumental this show is in trying to cover every aspect of Star Trek and get people into the franchise in a way that doesn’t talk down to them or scare them off. Every piece is explained, explored, utilized, and put to great effect in service of the story, not just as Easter eggs or jokes.

[brightlotusmoon]

A Medusian Task: you need to get super-stoned before you attempt this one.

A Saturnian Task: you have to supervise a bunch of your underlings for this one and by the end of it you're going to want to just eat them and be done with it.

A Dionysian Task: You are going to be absolutely plastered by the time you're done with it. Also possibly before you even start it.

A Hecatoncheirean Task: "Many hands make light work" is your motto, but where the fuck did you get all those hands? Seriously, man, that ain't natural.

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Hi, @chaosvizier ! Always a pleasure to quote your jokes on my posts.

[redhatmeg]

Okay, (maybe?) fun fact:

The Polish distributor decided to translate Is There In Beauty No Truth? as Zabójczy widok (A Deady Sight/View). The episode of TOS that introduced Medusians - Is There In Truth No Beauty? - was also translated as Zabójczy widok (at least on Netflix).

So it's either an homage or the guys translating the show are lazy.

[sewerfight]

Refusing to have kids not because I hate kids, but cause they make you very very weak. director on set was late picking his child up from ballet. this is the same man who has made both stone faced and medusian actors cry like their fingers were being individually cut off

[skitariiposting]

Dear friend Jerry,

While i am a big fan of the admech, I've always been more of a fan of the skitarii and engiseers, more so than the dominus model and other higher grade tech priests. I've been playing around with the idea of kit bashing a tech-priest out of maybe a tech-marine or that one inquisitor in power armor as a kind of tech-priest who became interested in the form of the marines or emps. Do you have any suggestions?

Sincerely,

Cu

funct.print ("[question] ever heard of the Iron Hands? They're certainly not most people's first pick for beakies, but they've certainly got some interesting stuff about them, including their ties to us in the mechanicum.");

funct.print ("[statement] these hulking chunks of ore are the remnants of the Medusian chapter of marines, they served under the primarch Ferrus Manus until a certain someone delivered his head on a platter to Horus. They've got some heresy in them according to the divine orders of the holy skeletom, but they're a part of the same loophole that keeps us in buisness. They're cybernetically enhanced, thus making them technically more efficient than most chapters of marines. The only reason I know so much about this or even know anything about the Horus Heresy is because of the chapter that was stationed on Deimos. My home colony was built around an Iron Hand stronghold and let me tell you, they like to tell stories and only have like one story. They're one of the few chapters that actually kept documents of their history, which I believe many consider heresy, considering any knowlege of the Horus Heresy is... well... heresy. But on the bright side, it's because of their keeping of historical documents that we've managed to fool them into thinking they're subservient to us due to a brilliant move by an ancient magos to rewrite the text in their holy order's transcript. Now they serve the empire, but they also serve the mechanicum, largely unknowingly due to the mechanicum pulling a sneaky on them. Maybe they'd be a nice addition to your army?");

[wheelybard]

Humans would see a Medusian and have a seizure, go insane and die and all the Medusian can say is sorry.

[2lim3rz]

Reunion After Death [40K FIC]

SO, I’VE BEEN LISTENING TO TO THE STARS HAHA, ANGST TIME! ANGST TIME DING DING DING, Y’ALL’VE HAD HAPPY SAD FLUFF TOO LONG!

Why am I so cheery about that? No clue, anyways have some Lorgar being dead, does this work in legit canon? NO! Turn the brain off and cry!

----

He awoke and there was.. an endless field. An endless field with the greenest grass he ever saw, with the most gentle of hills. Distantly, he saw a pond, maybe mountains. Taking a deep breath, the air was sweet and invigorating.

“Lorgar?” a voice roused him and he turned, his heart stopped.

“..Ferrus..? But- You’re-”

The man smiled, truly smiled until his eyes squinted. There was no lines of stress, only a healthy gleam of youth. His arms were no longer encased in metal. The sight was so foreign, so.. unsettling in a way.

“Dead? Yes, so are you, brother.” Lorgar stepped back at those words, took in well and truly how Ferrus Manus was dressed in traditional Medusian clothing. There was not one scratch or scar on his body.

Raising his own arms, Lorgar looked at them. He no longer had the skin he had as a Daemon Prince, neither did he even have the tattoos. It was… it was so liberating! So liberating to see the traditional Colchisian clothing on him. Yet where were they?”

“The others will want to see you, I’m sure, but someone else wanted to see you first.” Ferrus said and it shook Lorgar from his reverie.

“Me? Who?”

Ferrus shrugged with a smaller smile. Why was he so joyful to see him? Didn’t he know the part he played in his doom? Suddenly Lorgar felt a wave of what felt like anger before he realized what it truly was: Overwhelming shame.

“Someone who called himself your first father. He’s over there, at the pond.” the man raised his arm, pointing to the pond he saw earlier “We’ll be waiting at the tree on the hill. Take your time.”

Stunned, Lorgar watched as he walked away, whistling something. While he wanted to confront his brother on what he meant, he wanted to know whoever it was to claim to be his father. His father was the Emperor of Mankind before he forsook him.. was this some sick play of revenge? Giving him this taste of heaven and forgiveness before casting him out to a new hell?

How did he die? A heaven meant death. He already ‘died’ in a sense in his ascension, casting out his mortal flesh and blood to become a Daemon Prince. All he remembered was being in a fight.. a fight… that no details arose. He could not remember as he suddenly found himself looking at a man sitting by the water’s edge. He was so familiar.. why was he so familiar? Somehow it was not the Emperor, neither was it Kor Phaeron. The man was too thin, too wiry.

Turning around and standing, Lorgar fell to his knees.

It was Fan Morgal. While he could not recall the specifics over eons of memory, he could remember the blissful feelings. True familial love and not, what he now suddenly knew, was manipulative abuse.

“A shame we’re meeting this way, isn’t it, my boy?” his voice wasn’t the rasp it used to be, his resurrecting memory told him that. Just like him, he was dressed in robes, but it was odd. All Lorgar knew was the traveler's garb he wore.

He couldn’t speak as Fan approached him and hesitated.

“You’re..” Lorgar’s voice cracked. There was no helping it as it seemed the other found his resolve and hugged Lorgar tightly. With shaking arms, Lorgar returned the hug. Tears fled his eyes as he began to sob.

“I’m so sorry, Fan, I’m so sorry!” he felt as though he were a young boy in the arms of his first foster’s arms, it was almost liberating to felt himself blubbering his words “I- I didn’t know Kor Phaeron was going to.. I’m suh-such a disappointment and..”

Lorgar felt himself rocking slightly as Fan slowly rubbed his back.

“Hush, hush Lorgar. I’m not angry and I’m not disappointed. You just didn’t know, my boy. You just didn’t know..”

“But I could have changed! I could- I could have done something but.. but Tzeen.. and the others.. and then there was..”

“Hush Lorgar.” Fan’s voice turned more stern as he lightly pushed against Lorgar’s shoulders. The primarch let go as if the touch was fire, he still shook and clenched his fists. “I told you, I don’t hold any ill will against you. No! Give me a moment to speak now, you wily ulchao!”

Lorgar had began to protest against Fan Morgal. To try and ask why and of the things he had done. Yet he stayed quiet, both eager to have answers and still in shock of what was going on.

“It was only seventeen days I’ve had with you Lorgar. I.. admit I wasn’t the best of men, but I knew I’d make myself better the moment we had found you in that desert and it rained. That bastard Kor Phaeron may have lead you astray, but look at you now.”

Fan smiled, and though his bearded face was as though he was in his prime, Lorgar sensed the weathered age that loomed within “My boy’s all grown up! He became a leader for his people, shitty goals or not! You liberated slaves. And though you made those who followed you slaves of a different name, you stuck true to your goals and never wavered.That is something I respect, son. Besides, you’re going to find that.. in this place? The past doesn’t matter. Mistakes don’t matter.”

It hurt to cry so much, it did. It well and truly did as Lorgar looked to the ground and doubled over as though bowing. His first father was proud of him. Words that he never knew he needed to hear in all his life were spoken.

This time, Lorgar stood and lifted the man into a hug. Fan laughed heartily and Lorgar found him hiccuping along until his back was being playfully slapped. In return, the primarch placed the man back down.

“Now put me down, kid. You got brothers to see and I have kids to help.”

“You’re.. you’re not coming with me, Fan? I’m sure you’d enjoy meeting Ferrus- and.. brothers..? You sure they want to see me?” Sighing, Fan shook his head and patted Lorgar on his arm as if to encourage him.

“I think I’ve met him, he’s pleasant enough. I’m just as sure that he already told you that you’re meeting the other big boys, right?” Lorgar nodded slowly “Good. It’s not like I’m leaving you for.. oh.. a few hundred or however many years I’ve been gone, no. We’ll meet up right again soon enough and you can tell me all of your adventures, or we can tell stories just like old times.”

“..Just like old times..” he echoed back, taking a deep breath soon after and standing “Yes, yes I will. Thank you, Fan.” the man chuckled and waved Lorgar away when he began to search for a hill with a tree, and soon found it.

Just as he was halfway there, a massive winged shadow flashed overhead. It was much larger than the small songbirds he had glimpsed, and had the body of a human.

Sanguinius!

Lorgar looked overhead at the winged figure as he did a rolling flip in the air. Throwing his fist in the air and bolting out a cheer, Lorgar began to run for the tree and saw seven other figures standing beneath its shade.

He slowed his pace, his smile fading as dread took its place. There they all were! Konrad, with a healthy shine to his skin, no longer snarling. Then there was Magnus, red as can be! Perturabo, similarly to Lorgar in being bald, no longer did he have those head cables. Fulgrim, his fair and handsome appearance restored to its full humanity. With Horus, a companionable and happy grin on his face as he and Sanguinius embraced with laughter.

Two others, Lorgar did not recognize at first before it dawned on him that it was Mortarion without his respirator.. and Angron without his butcher’s nails.

He felt like the traitor he was to approach his smiling brothers. Well, not all of them smiled, but they certainly were all at peace. Nonetheless, he felt awkward and was the first to speak. Or would have if Angron didn’t stop him.

“Don’t you say it! Wise of the wise, pah! You ask the most obvious questions!”

‘Wha..what? What!” Lorgar was caught off-guard, blinking owlishly and stepping back with a yelp as Angron tackled him into a ferocious hug.

“Shut up! Shut up and just enjoy the moment you big word bastard!” Lorgar laughed at the new absurdity of the situation and at Angron’s words.

“Hey, thought I was that!” Horus barked over the new chorus of shouts and laughs. Angron soon let go and good-naturally slapped him on the back towards the gathering. A long moment of silence passed, they clearly awaited him to say something.

“You.. you all.. forgive me..? You forgive,” Lorgar paused, looking to the majority that had betrayed both the Imperium and their family “us?”

Sanguinius moved towards him as Fulgrim whispered something to Ferrus and the normally stoic figure cracked a snicker. Standing imperiously with his wings slightly flared, Sanguinius grasped Lorgar’s forearms and smiled.

“Of course we do, Lorgar. Why else are we all gathered here, laughing and carrying on? Sure, it was hard for some of us at first but.. you know..”

He turned and sent a look to Konrad who, despite his healthy appearance, gave an animalistic teeth-bearing grin with clattering laughter.

“We make it work!” the Angel finished, letting his arms go.

“Of course, you make it sound as if it was so easy, Sanguinius! Ferrus tried to chop my head of!” Fulgrim guffawed, just as Ferrus forced his brother into a headlock and harshly rubbed his knuckles on his head. The two shouted and yelped, playfully tousling with each other.

“We’ve forgiven and, in some ways, forgotten.” Mortarion shrugged from his post of leaning against the tree. Hearing his voice of what it was truly meant to be was off-putting.

“Don’t worry, we all looked at him like that when he first spoke.” Perturabo snorted.

“So.. we’re all dead then? All of us? How? I mean..”

It was Magnus who shrugged, responding with how they all couldn’t remember the circumstances of their deaths except for Sanguinius and Ferrus who only knew they were murdered by the other brothers when they saw them. The others, whose and if their deaths were known by the others, were told of how it happened. Which truthfully meant only Horus knew how he was killed.

“And that’s why you wake up.” it was Horus who spoke after.

“Wake up? But I’m dead?” When would this confusion end?

“Dead?”

“Mhm. You thought this could exist? Traitors never get what they want.”

Lorgar opened his eyes. He raised his hands, which trembled when they were revealed to be the same hands he had since his ascension. There was no heaven to be had. His brothers would never forgive him, not even the ones that were on his side.

[littleclevercat]

Rules for Medusian!Perturabo in 40k

After the Heresy, loyalist Primarchs, who survived, became Supreme Commanders of Segementums - Rogal was the Solar Supreme Commander, Vulkan - the Tempestus Sumpreme Commander, Perturabo - the Obscurus Lord Commander, Corax - the Ultima Supreme Commander. However, as time went on, Primarchs started to disappear. Corax went in to the Webway and never returned back to the Imperium, Vulkan disappeared for ~900 years to be found out during the War of the Beast, Rogal was either killed or heavily injured during the 1st Black Crusade and had never seen again since that moment. As for Perturabo, the Linebreaker was crippled during the classified operation and needed extensive augmentations to live properly. Instead of being augmented, he ordered adepts of Mechanicum to put him into the “Bello Signifier” custom developed Knight. 

The “Bello Signifier” was constructed before the Horus Heresy on the Telstarax ring-station as a personal vehicle of the Metal Lord, but, because Perturabo was far away from his homeworld, he only got his custom warmachine during the Scouring. This Knight is a modification of Ceratus Knight-Atrapos with different weapons, better protection and far friendlier machine spirit. It is also the most expensive Knight in the Imperium. However, it is also now the one and only dreadnought for the Primarch.

While Perturabo became a sleepyhead, he still emerged from his slumber several times per each millenium since the end of M31. And he wasn’t always happy. He was also very active during the War of the Beast and the Age of Apostacy and greatly dislikes the Ecclesiarchy.

And now, because of the Thirteenth Black Crusade, techpriests and techmarines awaken him up!

Lord of War: Perturabo the Linebreaker (can be taken as Lord of War by Scions of Perturabo, Cult Mechanicum, Imperial Knights).

Unit type: Vehicle (Super-heavy Walker)

Characteristics: WS7 BS8 S10 FA14 SA13 RA12 I5 A4 HP8

Wargear:

One enchanced magna lascannon - S10, AP1, Range: 60", Primary Weapon 2, Large Blast.

Two heavy bolters.

Helios defence missiles - S8, AP2, Range: 60", Heavy 2, Skyfire, Interceptor.

Ceratus Shock Lance - S:D, AP2, Melee, Swift Strike. Swift Strike - +1 to Initiative on the charge.

Ion Gauntlet Shield.

Occular Augmetics.

Rules:

Has the Keeper of the Relics rule and must always be the Warlord.

Ferromantic Invulnerability - Perturabo is unaffected by Melta and Lance rules. In addition, he has -1 to all rolls at the Vehicle Damage table against him.

Warlord trait: Supreme Commander - Perturabo gives three units in your army the Outflank rule.

The Linebreaker - Perturabo grants all Tanks and Walkers in your army Scout and It Will Not Die rules.

Unit Cost - 675 points.

P.S.: what can you say?

P.P.S.; imagine him in the “If the Emperor have a Text-to-Speech Device”…

P.P.P.S.: i wonder what Alberti thinks about all of that…

@tw6464

[wild-existence]

And When She Looked Back at Me

And when she looked back at me, seas could part and the ground beneath me could crumble, it made no difference to those perfect moments. Gravity didn’t apply to her gaze, moments would slowly float away like feathers on a windy day. As if my world wasn’t turning to shambles fast enough, she added a smile to accompany her stare. Her lips moved quickly yet they were still subtle, as if she didn’t want to be caught bringing in the end of days to any of the surviving will power I had been harboring. Innately afraid of any force that massive I attempt to look away, in a last-ditch effort my eyes finally drift down to the floor. Tearing away like magnets to her galvanizing glare, I think there’s a chance I might make it through this encounter yet. My Medusian measures get completely countered though as soon as I hear your footsteps slowly approach. As I come to terms with the inevitable, you rest your arms on my shoulders and slowly pull me into your grasp. Our lips meet like destined strangers, an unfamiliar need comes over them as they finally embrace each other. To be truly seen by you has changed everything for me, and now I venture in what it means to be truly felt.

                      THE END

[bipolyjack]

"You won't hurt me, I promise." for Jin

hi hello this isnt quite sparring but it also kind of metaphorically is, im only a little ashamed

The red numbers on the digital clock by the bed read 4:58 AM when Jin finally forces themself to crack an eye and peer at it. They reach out an exploratory hand, find their glasses on the bedside table with only minimal shuffling around, sit up, run a hand over their face. Mouth tastes like hot garbage. Jin puts their glasses on and swings their legs out of bed, leaving Ben, an unmoving shape half-covered by the blanket, as they fumble their way to the tiny bathroom by the dim slice of light spilling under the door.

The fluorescent overheads in here are harsh at the best of times and straight up unbearable now, but Jin doesn’t give in to the urge to slap at the switch on the wall. The water they splash on their face is lukewarm, even after almost a full minute of waiting with their hand under the faucet for it to run cold. They swish their mouth out anyway, grimacing at the furriness of their tongue. Sure would be great if they could brush their teeth, but that would necessitate keeping a toothbrush here, and that’s not what kind of a thing this is.

Jin can almost bear to open their eyes now. They squint at themself in the cabinet mirror, then grumble and look down to find the fresh bruises along one collarbone and another matching set of fingerprint-shaped ones lining each hip. That’s their own fault, they suppose.

Quit handling me like I’m fucking fragile, asshole. You’re not gonna hurt me, I promise. I can fucking take it.

Ben had made the mistake of touching Jin’s face, albeit drunkenly, just for a moment. Jin had smacked his hand away and scolded him, and then they had found themself on their stomach suddenly, Ben’s fingers digging vise-like into the ridge of their hips.

Ben didn’t usually do that tender shit. Maybe he and Jori are fighting again.

Speaking of whom, Jin needs to get a move on and clear out of here before she comes back. If she comes back. It always seems to be a toss-up. Maybe if Ben didn’t treat her like shit.

Maybe you should tell her.

Jin shakes their head at their reflection and gets in the shower.

***

The water is scalding, filling the white-tiled cubicle with steam. Water pressure’s fantastic too. Aegis perks, Jin thinks, eyes closed, face turned up to the hard spray. It’s been a fucking day and it’s not even 3pm. And they’re taking the kids to Jori’s party later, so they can’t even look forward to getting fucked up. That’ll be a zoo - Soul at a dorm party, wearing clothes. Chatting with drunk upperclassmen. Dancing. Does Soul know how to dance? Probably not, right? But they learn fast, they’ll pick it up.

Jin tries to let the water pound some of the tension out of their shoulders. It’s not like they’re worried Soul can’t handle themself, or that Astin and Jess can’t (well, maybe they’re a little concerned about Astin, but only because he’s so clearly nervous about going). Jin just wants everyone to chill and kick it and not think about Aegis or the Medusians or fucking helicopters crashing into buildings for a quick minute, is that such a big ask?

Oh god, and they keep forgetting that the whole goddamn world has seen the footage from the Medusian invasion now.

Jin pushes their sopping hair off their forehead. It’s been what, three, four days since their last shower? They can’t remember. Thinking about the veins slowly writhing and crawling under their skin has been enough to stop them from stripping down more times now than not.

God fucking dammit.

They’ll break your heart.

Their hands, resting on the back of their neck, ride up on a brief swell of artificial muscle. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? They’ll break your heart. How the hell would he know? Motherfucker. Now there was a legitimate worry - Ben cornering Soul and giving them more ideas about what to expect from hanging out with Jin. Most of which weren’t even real. Or true.

Shut up. Don’t say my name like that.

Jin slaps a gob of soap in their hair and and works it into a disgruntled lather.

Jin, duck!

“Fuck off, asshole,” says Jin, but it comes out a gurgle as their mouth fills with sudsy water. They tilt their head all the way back and let the spray beat down into their open mouth until they can’t taste the suds anymore.

[spilt-laughter]

The Medusian Duality, 2021, Amelia Latiff

Medium: mixed media

[warxpunkxmonk]

Inexact Contact

Residing with my overt defeats Deleting out less inspiring moments Trying not to envison her face Harrowing Medusian glance Left me oil based All over some dilapidated temple Thats what this heart gets Cavorting so loosely on tightropes Possess only one but was feeling inviolable Who knew the damage was perennial And the do over was a hard reset

wpm

[naogata]

Favorite tweets: É a mesma pessoa que vê os americanos e japoneses se ajudando pós-tragédias e diz “nossa se eh no Brasil tá todo mundo se roubando... lá que é primeiro mundo mesmo!”— The Medusiane (@medusiane) May 29, 2018

http://twitter.com/medusiane

[littleclevercat]

Medusian!Perturabo - updated rules

Diamond Breakers specific Lord of War choice: Perturabo, the Metal Lord.

Unit type: Jet Pack Infantry (Independent Character).

Characteristics: WS6 BS8 S6 T6 W6 I6 A4 Ld10 Sv2+

Wargear

The Tempest - Perturabo’s powersuit is one of the most advanced panoplies, used by Primarchs. It was designed by him after a great battle with Eldar to replace his old Bulwark Terminator suit and was then produced on the Forge World Phaeton. Tempest gives to Perturabo 2+ armor save and immunity to Blind. It also has following built-in equipment:

- Augury Scanner;

- Nuncio-Vox;

- Iron Halo;

- Medical Nanetic Suite (Perturabo adds +1 to his IWND rolls);

- Ballistic Cogitator (gives to Perturabo Rapid Tracking rule and allows him to fire Snap Shots at BS4);

- Night Gyr Jetpack (Medusian!Perturabo is a Jet Pack Infantry; when he use his Jetpack to move in the Assault Phase, he rolls 3d6 and pick up two highest results).

The Hellbore - an artefact from the Dark Age of Technology, this weapon fires devastating antiproton beams. Characteristics - S9, AP1, Range: 12"-48", Heavy 1, Blast, Armorbane, Instant Death.

The Arachnus Medium Las-Pulsar - recently developed laser weapon, it was given to Perturabo by his Father. Characteristics - S5, AP3,  Range: 36", Assault 6, Rending.

The Striker - Perturabo’s favourite flanged power mace. Its characteristics are: S:U+2, AP1, Sunder, Concussive.

Rules

Primarch

Bulky 

Relentless

Deep Strike

Sire of the Diamond Breakers: all units with Legiones Astartes (Diamond Breakers) are Stubborn; Perturabo has Deadly Aim and Hit & Run rules; Sicaran Tanks can be taken as Troops.

The Linebreaker - all Tanks and Walkers in your army get IWND rule; Perturabo adds +1 to reserve rolls.

The Paragon of Pragamatism - Perturabo can’t neither issue nor accept challenges and do not get penalties because of that.

Warlord Trait: Target Priotity.

Unit Cost - 450 points.

P.S.: what can you say about update?

P.P.S.: после выхода правил 8-ой редакции я обновлю правила для всех примархов.

P.P.P.S.: it is intended that Medusian!Perturabo chooses one of his blasters to fire at the target - he can’t fire both Las-Pulsar and Hellbore in the same Shooting Phase.

[littleclevercat]

Compedium of rules for homebrew Primarchs - complete

Oshun - Primarch of the Night Stalkers

Unit type: Infantry (independent Character)

WS7 BS7 S5 T6 W6 I6 A5 Ld10 2+ Sv

Unit type: Infantry (Independent Character) 

Equipment:

The Valkyrie Armor - a specialized artificier armor, fabricated by the Emperor’s order, it gives Oshun 2+ armor and 5+ invulnerable saves. In addition, if she fails a Leadership Test during Perils in the Warp, she may reroll it.

The Solar Flare - once it was an ordinary plasma blaster, until some of her brothers decided to upgrade it and gave her as a gift after the successful operation. It has following rules: S7, AP2, Range: 24", Shred, Rending, Assault 2, Gets Hot.

The Aarsuna - an arcane sabre, fabricated from the strange materials. It has strange runes, engraved upon its surface, and causes a necrosis of living tissues, when it slashes through them. Oshun may also use that sabre as a channel for psychic powers. Rules: S:U, AP2, Melee, Fleshbane, Aetherbane, Force. The Aetherbane rule - Psykers and Daemons must reroll all successful saves against wounds, caused by weapon with that rule.

Frag greandes.

Rules:

Primarch

Bulky

Sire of the Night Stalkers - all units with Legion Astartes (Night Stalkers) rule and +1 to their Leadership and all friendly units within 12" range from Oshun are Fearless. You can take Covens of Witchers as troops. Oshun and unit she’s attached to has Fleet and Counter-attack rules. 

Master of Healing - you may assign Legion Apotechary to each infantry unit in your detachment for 40 points, rather than take an Apocatherion Detachment. 

Innate Wizard - Oshun is a Mastery Level 4 Psyker and generates Warp Charges on the roll of 3+. She may choose to roll powers from Biomancy, Pyromancy, Telekineses, Fulmination, Librarius, Geokinesis, Technomancy and Daemonology (Sanctic) disciplines.

Warlord Trait: Mentorship - choose a model with Psyker and Legiones Astartes (Night Stalkers) rules from your detachmen; than chosen model gets +1 to the Mastery Level (but no more than Mastery Level 3) and generates Warp Charges on the roll of  3+.

Telekinetic Shield - Oshun has +1 to her Invulnerable save and +2 to invulnerable save against Blast weapons.

The Purgator of Curses - Oshun may use powers from the Daemonology (Sanctic) without any penalties.

Cost - 490 points.

Medusian!Perturabo - Primarch of the Diamond Breakers

Unit type: Jet Pack Infantry (Independent Character).

Characteristics: WS6 BS8 S6 T6 W6 I6 A4 Ld10 Sv2+

Wargear

The Tempest - Perturabo’s powersuit is one of the most advanced panoplies, used by Primarchs. It was designed by him after a great battle with Eldar to replace his old Bulwark Terminator suit and was then produced on the Forge World Phaeton. Tempest gives to Perturabo 2+ armor save and immunity to Blind. It also has following built-in equipment:

- augury scanner;

- nuncio-vox;

- iron halo;

- Medical Nanetic Suite (Perturabo adds +1 to his IWND rolls);

- Ballistic Cogitator (gives to Perturabo Rapid Tracking rule and allows him to fire Snap Shots at BS4);

- Night Gyr Jetpack (Medusian!Perturabo is a Jet Pack Infantry; in assault phase, whenever he charges or does Thrust move, he rolls 3d6 and pick up two highest results).

The Hellbore - an artefact from the Dark Age of Technology, this weapon fires devastating antiproton beams. Characteristics - S9, AP1, Range: 48", Heavy 1, Blast, Armorbane, Instant Death.

The Arachnus Medium Las-Pulsar - recently developed laser weapon, it was given to Perturabo by his Father. Characteristics - S5, AP3,  Range: 36", Assault 6, Rending.

The Striker - Perturabo’s favourite flanged power mace. Its characteristics are: S:U+2, AP1, Melee, Sunder, Concussive.

Frag greandes.

Rules

Primarch

Bulky 

Relentless

Deep Strike

Sire of the Diamond Breakers: all units with Legiones Astartes (Diamond Breakers) are Stubborn; Sicaran Tanks can be taken as Troops. Perturabo has Deadly Aim and Hit & Run rules.

The Linebreaker - all Tanks and Walkers in your army get IWND and Scout rules; Perturabo adds +1 to reserve rolls.

The Paragon of Pragamatism - Perturabo can’t neither issue nor accept challenges and do not get penalties because of that.

Warlord Trait: Target Priotity.

Unit Cost - 455 points.

Olympian!Ferrus- Primarch of the Stormwalkers

Unit type: Infantry (independent Character)

Characteristics: WS8 BS6 S7 T7 W6 I5 A5 Ld10 Sv2+

Unit type: Infantry (Independent Character) 

Wargear:

Adamantium Panoply - a highly modified set of Terminator armor, designed to protect against powerful weapons. It gives to Ferrus Smash rule, 2+ armor and 3+ invulnerable save, makes him immune to Concussive, has built-in nuncio-vox and cortex controller. In addition, all ranged attacks against him have -1 to their Strength.

Jupiter’s Thunderbolt - a lightning gun, which belonged to Thallax troops before and was modified by Ferrus himself. It has following rules: S7, AP3, Range: 24", Assault 2, Haywire.

The Stormstrike - a gift from Vulkan, this poweraxe is ideally suited for splitting people in half and breaking through armor. S:U+2, AP1, Melee, Two-Handed, Unwieldy, Armorbane, Instant Death.

Igneous Sabres - first weapons of Ferrus, they were made by him during his sojourn on Mars. S:U, AP2, Melee, Paired (+1 A), Shred.

Frag grenades.

Rules:

Primarch

Very Bulky

Sire of the Stormwalkers - all units with Legiones Astartes (Stormwalkers) rule can use Ferrus’s leadership for Morale and Leadership tests and immune to Fear; Desolation Terminator Squads can be taken as troops; Ferrus and squad he’s attached to have Move Through Cover and Furious Charge rules.

Function over Flesh - you can take two units of Mechanicum automates in your main detachment as elites and they can take upgrades; 3 infantry units in your detachment can be augmented, which gives them either +1 T, +1 S or +1 I.

Warlord Trait: Conqueror of Cities

Cost - 455 points.

Jingu Himiko - Primarch of the Sky Foxes

Unit type: Infantry (independent Character)

Characteristics: WS8 BS5 S5 T5 W6 I8 A5 Sv2+

Wargear:

The Armor of Enraged Dragon - an artificer power armor with protection against hazardous materials, has 2+ armor save and 5+ invulnerable save, includes a built-in augury scanner, makes user immune to the Poison and Fleshbane rules and grants Rage rule.

The Disrupting Blade - S:U+1, AP2, Melee, Armourbane, Shred, Specialist Weapon. A deadly power sabre (katana-like), made by Ferrus.

The Dragon Breath: S4, AP3, Range: Template, Fleshbane, Torrent, Assault 1. A modified flamethrower, armed with anti-infantry chemical munitions.

Frag and rad grenades.

Rules:

Primarch

Deep Strike

Sire of the Sky Foxes - All units in your detachment have Move Through Cover rule; you can take Legion Destroyer squad and “unique Sky Foxes” unit as Troops; Himiko has Move Through Cover and Hit & Run rules.

Warlord trait: Cunning Strategist - gives you +1 to reserve roles and -1 to enemy’s reserve roles. In addition, Himiko can Seize the Initiative on 4+ and forces enemy to reroll succesful Seize the Initiative roll. 

Warp Anomaly - Himiko may use her psychic powers to teleport herself  in moving phase at range of 6"+2d6". She can also dispel Maledictions and Witchfires, targeting her, at roll of 4+. In addition, when she use Hit and Run rule, she may teleport herself  at the range of 12"+d6. When Himiko and her squad are deployed via Deep Strike, they do not scatter.

Agile Swordfighter - Himiko gets +2 to her invulnerable save against melee atacks.

Cost - 445 points.

P.S.: Oshun is one of the most expensive Primarchs because her psychic powers and buffs are so good ;-). However, she can only reliably damage vehicles with specific psychic powers.

P.P.S.: I also erased small mistakes from previous versions.