#primaris marine

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Brand New Day

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Author's note: Jophiel's debut in Husbandry.

Summary: You encounter a wounded astartes. He looks... different thank you expected. You heard that Dark Angels could look Angelic, but you didn't know they had angel wings.

Warnings: none? Let me know if I need to add something.

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You had heard something rustling around in your barn recently, something large, which was concerning you. You eyed your cattle, none of them seemed particularly spooked and your guardian dogs, herder dogs and your 'recon cats' as you called them. They were excellent mousers and helped guide your guardian dogs to trouble spots that they noticed.

One of your mouser cats had entered the barn recently, but had yet to come out. So, carefully, cautiously you entered the barn to see what had entered the barn that shouldn't be in there. At first all you can see is feathers- you blink in surprise, massive white feathers floating down as you go through your head what kind of bird had such massive white feathers, and come up blank.

Then you spot something dark, almost blood red and see the massive form of an Astartes. You had heard of Astartes, and knew of some of your cousins in the city had an Astartes, and you'd seen videos and read stories about them online, but no one had told you that some of them could have wings. At least, not Loyalist Space Marines.

The Chaos ones could come in an almost insane variety of forms, some more human-looking while others are looking almost eldtritch in nature. You'd head that some of the 'Death Guard' could have insect-like wings. While some of the skull-faced Space Marines, known as Night Lords could have bat wings. But you haven't heard of Space Marines having Bird wings.

You see that his helmet is off and he looks unconscious. He has long blonde hair and light-colored skin. You fluster a little, as he looks so handsome with large white wings spread out haphazardly. The armor that the space marine had looked like it was broken in several places, which had you frowning in concern as you fumble for your phone to try and contact someone who knew someone that could get one of the medically inclined Space Marines over to where you were as you could see blood pooling and clotting around him.

Before you can finish entering the phone number a large hand grabs the phone and pulls it from your grip. You jump back, startled, and wide eyed, some how for someone so big and wounded he'd moved so fast. He chirps and trills at you in the language of the Space Marines frowning at the device and he says something in their language. You guess that he doesn't want to get any one involved as you gently take the device and turn off the phone.

"Okay buddy," You say nervously, but trying to keep a soothing tone.

He tilts his head and looks at you with deep red eyes, a questioning trill in response to your words.

"I won't call anyone," You say, "but you are hurt and need help."

You gesture at his wounds as he looks to where you gesture as he frowns at his wounds. Then looks back at you with another bird-like movement. You nibble on your lower lip trying to figure out how to communicate with a very large, very dangerous sentient being that doesn't know a language that you do, who's wounded and likely upset.

"I can get bandages to help you heal," You offer to the wounded Space Marine in the armor of a Blood Angel.

He chirps and trills at you and as you slowly move, he follows after you carefully, slowly, his feathers and wings which had half mantled like a bird's threat display had slowly de-mantled and he'd slowly closed his wings behind his back as he followed after you are chirping and trilling.

His voice was very melodic, and a calm fell over you. He didn't want you to contact anyone, but you knew you could help him with the bandages and other first aid equipment that was good to have on hand, just in case.

So, you carefully get out your medical supplies and slowly turn to the Blood Angel Space marine and nervously eye the large, you thought that he was a bit larger than normal for a Blood Angel, but you have only seen videos and pictures of Space Marines, so he could be normal size for a Space Marine.

"I know that you can't really understand me, and I can't really understand you," You say carefully, "But I want to help you and part of that is you need to remove your armor so that I can help patch you up since you don't want me to call for help."

You try to project confidence, calm and an aura of I-want-to-help-you. Which has the Blood Angel chirping and trilling down at you tilting his head from side to side before slowly removing the parts of his armor that reveals the nasty wounds on his chest and sides. You slowly approach, narrating, rambling almost, what it is you are doing and the next step. Half remembering your first aid classes.

Although, he does seem to be healing on his own. The rumors about Space Marines having a crazy fast healing factor is something that you now know is fact and truth, instead of just the ramblings of people on the internet, which should be taken with a heaping of salt and knowing that it's likely inaccurate to some degree.

He had quietly watched you only letting out the occasional hiss of pain, mostly keeping still and silent as he watches you intensely. Such vivid red eyes and long golden locks. He's still very handsome, if somewhat intimidating. You immediately scold yourself for getting distracted by his musculature.

You scold yourself for getting distracted by how handsome he looks; how warm he feels underneath your fingers as you carefully tend to his wounds. He is trilling at you again, voice softer as he gently grabs one of your hands with his after you finish tending his wounds. He croons at you, likely thank you for the help.

"You are welcome," You say slightly flustered.

He trills at you again, and as you go about your day, he follows you around, occasionally singing at you in Space Marine Language. He occasionally helps you out, carefully grabbing and lifting heavy things, even though it makes you worry and fuss that he'll open up his injuries as he sing-talks to you some more.

[mustbealoosewire]

by s0ulafein

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Primaris Space Marine Apothecary by Nicholas Kay

[knightlightminiatures]

Visiting the scene again with another finished project

And the 7th Marine for my custom chapter revival project.

[crassussativum]

The seven inch tall Primaris Marine is finally done. Painted like the Dark Kraken chapter of space marines.

[wh40kartwork]

Blood Angels

by fat-elf

[owenthetokencishet]

I don't think Guilliman had any idea the primaris project would be as extensive as it was.

I mean, he handed the uncorrupted primarch DNA to Cawl WHILE HE WAS WRITING THE CODEX ASTARTES. Guilliman would never go 'hmmmm yes I have just written an incredibly thorough book of military reforms for this superhuman army. Now let's ask this mollusk of a man to completely rebuild this military force. I am very smart'

There's no way he intended Cawl to redesign the adeptus astartes from the ground up. When he told him to 'improve' the space marines he probably just meant, like, clean the gunk out of their gene-seeds, try to fix some of the genetic flaws, and maybe make a few improvements to their wargear.

But then Guilliman fucked off and died and Cawl was left unsupervised. For ten thousand years. And after cracking out pretty much everything Guilliman instructed him to do in the first millennium or so, Cawl got bored.

'You've done very well Cawl, your work has exceeded all expectations' can very easily be interpreted as diplomatic niceguy speak for 'what the FUCK man what the FUCK!!!!!'

And given how quickly Guilliman spread the primaris marines out across the entire indomitus crusade I think he was fucking terrified

[crippledgiraff]

[ladymirdan]

Fun fact. There are more people playing Space Marine 2 than there are Space Marines in the 40k galaxy.

[abatilus]

Lamenter guy :3

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Strongest

Author's Note: More of Ramiel in Living Waters AU. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric.

Summary: While gathering medicine plants and animals, Ramiel hears a familiar and dreaded voice. Before he can decide to confront or avoid his mentor, Jophiel asks for help with something.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, panic, kidnapping, and description of injuries. Let me know if I need to add more.

Past =-= Next

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A few weeks go by with nothing much of note happening, even if his scales itch with the yearning to move and be useful. He helps his brothers Primaris, and First born alike. Even if it’s limited to Arnault and Roland (who are both wonderful).

It sometimes feels like he and Cedric are being slightly dishonest with them about the ‘shoal’ that they belong to. What with all of them being Primaris Marines and all ‘scout aged brats’ in the words of Erriox. Who had given them a Look after his first meeting with Catius.

Thank the God Emperor for Jophiel and Claude being blessed with accurate Foresight- and Erriox, despite wanting to stay and ask them all questions. That conversation, or series of conversations the First Born Iron Warrior will have with them, once he gets back.

Unfortunately he’d only been able to briefly meet Catius before being called away by his not-warband of First Born Iron Warriors for some help dealing with something that was Important and he couldn’t delay leaving.

‘Yeah, that conversation with Erriox is going to be a painful one.’ Ramiel thinks to himself, wincing a little as he continues to swim, gathering some materials at Cedric’s request.

He had pointed out to the others that the Iron Warriors not-revenge for pulling a grox-shite maneuver like this was going to be more calculated and planned out. Since he will have the time to think over his questions and come up with his own reasons for why they did this.

Jophiel had hummed and shook his head from side to side a little saying that, “It will work itself out. In time.”

“That is kind of ominous Jophie,” Ramiel had said slightly sternly to the youngest of their squad with a slight frown.

“He’s already adopted all of us with Mama,” Jophiel says with an easy grin, “So it’s not going to be as bad as you or Cedric worry it will be.”

“How do you know that?” Claude asks, half suspecting the answer the other will give him.

“I Saw it,” Jophiel replies, “Granted, I don’t see much nowadays on Ancient Terra, but it’s a clear image in my mind when I look for it.”

“Not all that you See is immutable,” Claude points out, “nothing is, things can and do change.”

“True,” Jophiel says, “But I have a good feeling about it.”

The others had dropped the issue, as it would be counterproductive to try to argue, since it’s what happened anyways. Jophiel had said that he’d wanted Catius to meet Mama and Elder Brother Erriox last because the First Born was from Pre-heresy and would know the habits and rules of Ultramarines, especially those of Catius’s age range.

And how Catius being not surrounded by Ultramarines would be flagged as outlier behavior for his gene-line. Which is true- but they had their reasons, really good ones, for why they are doing what they are doing.

Ramiel continues to swim, shaking his head a little, pulling his thoughts away from the past as he continues carefully gathering more medicinal plants and bits of what-not. He’s carefully plucking some sea urchins- careful to be sure that he’s harvesting sustainably, when he hears a voice that makes his body treacherously shake and his eyes go wide.

He stuffs the sea urchin into the pouch and carefully looks around his surroundings- his helmet scanning and trying to target something dangerous due to the rapidly spiking adrenaline and hormones rushing through his body.

There- over there he spots. H-he spots. Someone that he hadn’t realized was on Ancient Terra until this very moment. Someone he needs to warn Cedric about, the others will be told as well. Since this First born is a Primaris Killer.

His mind’s a whirl with thoughts. Black Templars are highly migratory, and he hopes and prays to the God Emperor that he hasn’t been spotted. He listens on the vox-channels, no words- nor orders are being specifically barked at him. For now at least.

He slowly considers his options, part of his training hisses at him that a Black Templar doesn't run, that they rise to face whatever challenge comes their way with ferocity and courage. Another part of him, something un-astartes-like and small whispers I don't want to die again. Everyone dies, how, when, what way, and where is something no one knows until it happens to them.

He is glad for his Chaplain colors as it makes him more difficult to see in the ocean's depths. Ramiel gets a message from Jophiel, the Blood Angel primaris space marine is asking him to get Cedric and he gets a location ping. He silently thanks the God Emperor for Jophiel’s sense of timing. He responded that he will get ahold of Cedric and head to his location swiftly. He finds Cedric easily enough since they were gathering ingredients for medical purposes in the same area.

"Jophiel is requesting medical aid, I have his location. Let's go.” Ramiel says to Cedric. He takes a deep breath and quietly tells him,”I heard the Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras’s voice earlier.”

Cedric’s eyes go wide, darting around the area and says after a moment of silence, “let's see what Jophiel wants our help with.”

Ramiel nods in agreement and he heads in the direction that Jophiel is, Cedric following after him. He occasionally pauses and tugs Cedric in the right direction as he understands why his fellow Primaris Marine Black Templar is a bit distracted. Both of them start moving faster when the scent of blood in the water hits their noses.

Ramiel swears silently when he sees Jophiel, both of his wings are broken and it looks like he had a run in with the stabbing part of a blade.

“By the Throne, what happened?” Ramiel asks.

Cedric is pulling out his medical supplies as he assesses Jophiel’s condition. He notices the wound patterning and his hands don't shake, but his tail lashes out showing his upset.

Jophiel croaks out, “One of the… Psyker trainers from Titan, are on Ancient Terra.”

“That is… thank you for letting us know,” Ramiel says, keeping his voice low and soothing.

Ramiel and Cedric exchange significant looks with one another. And Cedric asks, “where is Claude? He was with you last check in.”

“The trainer from Titan realized Claude's Warp touched as well and decided to… personally train him.” Jophiel says and looks down guilty, and back up at them, “I tried to explain that wasn't necessary. He deemed this a suitable punishment for my disobedience and lack of respect.”

“I have more unfortunate news,” Ramiel says, after Cedric gives him a gesture that Jophiel was stable enough, for now. “I heard the Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras’s voice earlier today.”

“When it rains, it pours,” Jophiel says shakily, almost nonsensical. “Bad news comes threes.”

“Thanks for warning,” Ramiel says after trying, and failing to come up with something comforting or soothing.

He has also contacted Catius who is going to arrive in a few minutes. He was helping the Gannet Aunties with something before Jophiel sent out a request for aid.

“Why didn't you send out a distress signal?” Cedric asks.

“Anyone could pick that up,” Jophiel says, “I didn't want to be picked apart by opportunistic First Borns. There is the taste of Chaos nearby.”

Ah. There is the Blood Angel Paranoia. Although, hearing that there are some Chaos Marines nearby has Ramiel and Cedric’s hands to their weapons, their bodies automatically go into a readied stance. Eyes and Other senses trying to find the potential enemy, or several.

“You are physically stable enough to move, if we are careful,” Cedric states. “Do you need some… extra iron? I know that expedited your healing factor exponentially.”

“I… want to hold off on that, For now.” Jophiel says.

He is Hungry or more accurately, Thirsty. But, it's not overwhelmingly difficult to ignore the gnawing at his mind and belly. For now, at least.

“I am here,” Catius calls out, noticing that Claude is missing and Jophiel is wounded. “What happened?!”

Ramiel gives him a run down of the situation as he knows it and Catius rubs his face, having taken his helmet off.

“Once Jophiel is more recovered we can… try to find Claude.” Catius says, his mind a whirl of thoughts and emotions, “best case scenario, Claude somehow escapes the… trainer before we attempt rescue.”

Catius duck's under Jophiel’s other shoulder and with Cedric wrapping his arm around his torso, the start to drag him. With Jophiel trying to help them move, Ramiel has his head on a swivel as he looks for potential threats and is guarding the other three.

“For best healing practices,” Cedric says carefully, “we need to get him out of the water, his wings at least.”

The question becomes, where can they stash Jophiel that is safe enough for him to recover in that is not below the waves.

“Not the Rock with the Gannet Aunties,” Jophiel says suddenly, “those Alpha Legionaries bastards are there. Constantly since they bonded with Lana. Who knows what they'd do if they found one of us wounded.”

[passionofthesith]

What did they do to my baby?? I realize they are remade when they cross the Rubicon but this whole Frankenstein thing… looks like they had to sew his head and both arms back on … MY BAAAABBYYY!!!

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Ultramarine Primaris! by Samo94

[knightlightminiatures]

It’s me again. And I’ve got some fun news. I’ve resurrected my original Custom Chapter scheme with the release of Leviathan. I wasn’t sure what I was gonna do with them at first. I usually make all my models space wolves or divy them into my “for sale” pile to help fund my studio but I want getting any strong vibes from the space marine half of the box.

However, the tyranid half has been going into expanding my fathers tyranid army. Hive fleet Rhamnusia. And I thought, with his original concept getting love, why shouldn’t I do so?

I had abandon my army in 2018 for a full space wolf legion. And two years before that I had changed the armour design. Still, all wolfified. But, I never felt the primaris marines really fit the space wolf vibe. So most of them waited patiently for me to decide how I’d go about adding them into my space wolf army. And a few did. But many received no such love.

So with Pops nids getting love, I revived my original army. The Angry Dragons. And returned to their original scheme, eating up all the ignored primaris marines and building a fully fledged primaris army. Pulling most of the units from leviathan, Shadowspear, indomitus, Dark Imperium and wrath of the soulforge. My dragons have returns stronger than ever before.

With this new development, my dragons will sport no firstborn. My wolves will take them all for themselves. And I’ll just run both chapters uniquely. It’s nice because I don’t have to really customize the bits to fit the chapter as much. I can take the models at face value and add my colors.

And should the inevitable phasing out of firstborn ever happen, I still have a full functioning army and a super sexy firstborn Space Wolf army to reminisce about.

[taudad]

Took my kids to the zoo today and I was once again reminded of how freakishly tall space marines are