#storm eagle gunship

[warsmith-wolf]

++ Legiones Aeronautica tactical inload: =[WINGS OF IRON]= ++

Steel thyself all ye wish. It shall not stop the Iron...

[mylittlemenandme]

THUNDERSTRUCK

From its first iteration at the time I got into the hobby many moons ago, through to the deadly looking version of the present day, I've been drawn to one Warhammer 40,000 vehicle more than any other. A versatile, rugged combat aircraft not only equipped with extremely heavy weaponry, but also capable of delivering a whole detachment of Space Marines into the heart of the enemy lines - the Thunderhawk Gunship captured my imagination like nothing else in the 40k universe. But how did we get here, and where am I going with this? Let's start at the beginning. (Although this great article on the Warhammer Community site covers the history of the model better than I ever will.)

The very first White Dwarf I owned featured a battle report for Epic, the game I was playing regularly at the time as a kid with my brother, and included a plucky little Blood Angels Thunderhawk that could. My brother soon ended up with his own tiny flying castle for his Space Wolves (this self same one pops up again later on).

It was only a few issues of White Dwarf later, however, that my love for this gravity-defying box was sealed.

Another Epic battle report, this time an Imperial Guard army fighting against Eldar. Included in this Imperial force - amongst the artillery, super-heavy tanks, titan, and lines of infantry - was an entire company of Space Marine Scouts and their transports, three Thunderhawk Gunships. The plan was for them to start off the board and drop in behind enemy lines and cause chaos. And boy, did they.

Other than perhaps in Space Crusade, I wasn't really playing as Space Marines at the time. I played as Orks against my brother in Epic, and 2nd edition 40k (and my own Space Wolves army) was still a few months out, but this battle report really cemented how I thought about how they operated. A rapid-deployment strike force, dropping in and seizing crucial objectives from under the noses of their enemies.

During that era though, there was little chance of a Thunderhawk making an appearance outside of Epic, especially when a Land Raider was pretty much the biggest vehicle available at the time. There were, of course, exceptions...

When I got back into the hobby a few years ago, the current resin Forge World Thunderhawk Gunship was still fairly new. I remember going to our very first community meetup at Warhammer World in 2018 and seeing it both soaring over various dioramas in the exhibition hall and, most tantalisingly, the built kit in the display cases in the Forge World shop. It looked incredible. I wanted one so badly, and there was no way I could afford one. It had become my holy grail model, and a pipe dream.

Then, in April 2021, a built and primed 40k scale Thunderhawk Gunship popped up on eBay, for roughly the price of one brand new. It was ideal - the thought of prepping the resin, building it and priming it seemed like a nightmare to me - it looked like such a good deal, not that I could afford it. Thankfully someone else thought it was a good deal, and I was spared.

Not long after that, the plastic Thunderhawk for Aeronautica Imperialis was (superbly) teased, to be released a few months later. I played a demo game of AI at Warhammer World and was smitten, so I snapped up a copy of the game and a Thunderhawk of my very own. Turned out it was a little bit bigger than the original.

I was still very much having Thunderhawk Thoughts though. The first Crusade game of 40k I ever played I themed my army around deploying from a Thunderhawk. With them being Sons of Morkai, I also had a name for that Thunderhawk as well from the very handy insert from the Deathwolf audio drama.

And so we move on to February of this year. Someone in our community discord mentions buying a built Storm Eagle off eBay so, thinking of the one from a few years back, I idly do a search for Thunderhawk Gunships.

And there it is. The same one from 2021, still just primed, back up for sale. Dusty, and with a little bit of damage from where the previous seller shipped it to the current one. Put up for sale that very day. There couldn't be a better chance to finally own one.

So I bought it.

A few days later a lovely man arrives in a van and hands me a big box with not just a chunky resin plane in it, but a custom wood and acrylic flight stand as well. I've no idea when I'm going to paint it, or even how I'm going to store it, never mind transporting it so I can play with it.

Yes, it could be in better condition. Yes, the canopy could have been kept as clear plastic. But the upper wings go up and down, the heavy bolters move, the front hatch opens and shuts. It is solid. I definitely wouldn't have done a better job putting it together myself. My holy grail model. I'm absolutely made up.

[hopskis-blog]

Space marine vehicles

[skyfire85]

FLIGHTLINE: 193 - LOCKHEED XFC-130H CREDIBLE SPORT

-Line Drawing of the XFC-130H "Credible Sport" aircraft. | Illustration: Honey Badger

FLIGHTLINE: 193 - LOCKHEED XFC-130H CREDIBLE SPORT

Completed in just three weeks, the XFC-130H were a pair of transports modified for ultra-STOL performance for an ultimately aborted rescue mission.

PRELUDE

During the 1979 Iranian Revolution, fifty-two American diplomats and citizens were captured and held hostage by a group of Iranian students, who demanded the former Shah of Iran, Mohammad Reza Pahlavi. US President Jimmy Carter refused to extradite Pahlavi, who had fled to the US for cancer treatment after the revolution, and instead ordered the US military to free the hostages in an operation codenamed EAGLE CLAW. The plan called for eight USN RH-53D Sea Stallion helicopters to join three USAF EC-130E and three more MC-130E transports at a salt flat, designated DESERT ONE, southeast of Tehran. There members of Delta Force, the US Army Rangers and Detachment "A", Berlin Brigade would transfer to the helicopters for the flight to DESERT TWO, a location in the mountains closer to Tehran, where the groups would remain during the next day. The following evening, the Delta Force and Detachment A troops would board trucks driven by CIA agents to assault the US Embassy and Iranian Foreign Affairs buildings, where the hostages were being kept, while the Army Rangers would capture the abandoned Manzariyeh Air Base to allow two C-141 Starlifters to land and retrieve the hostages and US forces. Support for the operation would be provided by two USAF AC-130 Spectre gunships as well as aircraft from the carriers Coral Sea and Nimitz.

Operation Eagle Claw was launched on 24 April 1980, and almost immediately problems with the weather and with coordination between the various disparate groups surfaced. Only the two MC-130s successfully landed at Desert One, delivering teams of soldiers to monitor the nearby road and supplies to mark a landing strip for the helicopters and EC-130s. Almost immediately after the second group of transports, callsign Republic, arrived, the watch team was forced to detain an Iranian tour bus with 43 passengers and one driver. Shortly thereafter, a tanker truck and pickup later determined to be smuggling fuel attempted to bypass the roadblock and the tanker was subsequently destroyed with an RPG, killing the passenger while the driver escaped in the pickup. The Navy helicopters, callsign Bluebeard, meanwhile, were having equipment and weather issues, with one being forced to land due to a cracked rotor blade. The crew were picked up by another helo while the damaged RH-53 was left behind, but then the flight encountered a haboob, an intense dust storm being driven by winds from a collapsing thunderstorm or weather front. Electrical problems forced Bluebeard 5 to return to the Nimitz, while the remaining 6 helicopters finally arrived at Desert One 90 minutes behind schedule. The last chopper to arrive, Bluebeard 2, arrived with a broken hydraulic system, meaning it was unavailable to continue the mission. Eagle Claw called for a minimum of 6 RH-53s, and the mission commander was unwilling to proceed by reducing the size of the teams. Arguments between the various commands involved further delayed the mission, and finally after two hours and thirty minutes on the ground President Carter aborted the mission. While repositioning the RH-53s to allow them to refuel for the return trip to the carrier, Bluebeard 3 became engulfed in the dust cloud kicked up by its own rotors and drifted into the EC-130, callsign Republic 4, striking the EC-130s vertical tail with its main rotor. Eight servicemen died in the explosion and fire that followed, 5 from the EC-130 and 3 from the helicopter. It was decided at this point to abandon the remaining helos and fly out their crews on the EC-130s, with unsuccessful attempts being made to retrieve or destroy any classified documents, while fears of damage by explosions or shrapnel damaging the transports meant no attempt was made to destroy the RH-53s.

-Disposition of the aircraft just prior to the accident at Desert One. | Illustration: FOX 52

The stinging failure of Eagle Claw resulted in a shake-up of the US DOD, with the United States Special Operations Command (USSOCOM) becoming operational on 16 April 1987, charged with overseeing coordination of the various special operations groups of the Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines. Additionally, the Army created the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (SOAR) (Night Stalkers). with the goal of training Army pilots for low-level night time flying. Another outcome was the creation of the the Joint-service Vertical take-off/landing Experimental (JVX) program in 1981, which (eventually) culminated in the development of the Bell/Boeing V-22 Osprey.

SUPER STOL

Under the code name HONEY BADGER, the newly created Joint Test Directorate within the Office of Secretary of Defense's joint planning staff had been conducting a series of programs and exercises to develop and validate new capabilities for the DOD. A joint USAF-USN-Lockheed program, code named CREDIBLE SPORT, was established less than two weeks after Eagle Claw with the goal of modifying an existing C-130 to land within the Amjadien Stadium across the street from the US Embassy, from which the plane would extract the hostages and Delta Force members inserted to rescue them. The modified Hercules would then take off and head for a USN carrier, where it would land and off load its passengers. The C-130 was chosen as it was the fastest transport capable of landing on an unimproved surface, but the pitch inside Amjadien was only 500 feet long, too short for even the C-130. A contract was signed on 27 June 1980 with Lockheed-Georgia to produce an engineering study on the modifications needed, then to convert three C-130s, one to act as a test-bed and two XFC-130H aircraft to act as primary and secondary on the mission, all within 90 days. A fourth aircraft, an EC-130E Airborne Battlefield Command and Control Center (ABCCC), was used as a mockup of the interior spaces for training. Lockheed's report, delivered on 16 July, indicated that no fewer than fifty-eight standard JATO bottles would be needed to accomplish the mission, far more than was practical, and that an arresting system would not be able to stop the aircraft in the space available. The expertise of the US Navy's China Lake Weapons Station was then tapped for alternative rocket motors. Personnel from all three organizations then worked to modify the C-130's frame to mount the rockets, as well as to reinforce the structure to withstand the stresses produced. Along with the rocket mounts, extensions to the ventral fin filet and horizontal stabilizers were added, along with double-slotted flaps and extended ailerons, a tailhook for landing on the carrier, a bolt-on aerial refueling receptacle, and a new radome containing avionics taken from an MC-130E Combat Talon, including including a Terrain Following/Terrain Avoidance radar, defensive countermeasures, and a Doppler radar/GPS tie-in to the aircraft's inertial navigation system. The most obvious addition to the XFC-130H were the installation of 30 rockets in multiple sets: eight forward-pointed ASROC rocket motors mounted around the forward fuselage to stop the aircraft, eight downward-pointed Shrike rockets fuselage-mounted above the wheel wells to brake its descent, eight rearward-pointed MK-56 rockets (from the RIM-66 Standard missile) mounted on the lower rear fuselage for takeoff assist, two Shrikes mounted in pairs on wing pylons to correct yaw during takeoff transition, and two ASROCs mounted at the rear of the tail to prevent it from striking the ground from over-rotation.

-Line drawing of the modifications carried out on the XFC-130H. | Illustration: Honey Badger

Three C-130s, s/n 74-2065, 74-1683 and 74-1686 were modified by Lockheed and delivered to TAB 1, a disused auxiliary field at Eglin AFB in Florida, with -2065, the test-bed, flying first on 18 September. The first XFC-130, s/n -1683, arrived on 17 October, and between 19 October and 28 October a number of flight tests validated the configuration and abilities of the Credible Sport modifications.

A full system test with 1683 was then scheduled for the 29th. The takeoff proceeded flawlessly, setting a number of STO records. The Lockheed test crew aboard the aircraft judged that the computer coordinating the firing of the landing rockets was not calibrated properly, and decided to perform the landing under manual control. The upper pair of braking ASROC motors, mounted above the cockpit, could be ignited while the XFC was still airborne (specifically, at 20'), but that the lower pairs would only be fired after the aircraft was on the ground, with the descent-braking rockets being fired after the first pair. During the landing attempt the upper rockets fired successfully, but the flight engineer, blinded by the firings, thought the aircraft was on the runway and fired the lower set early. The descent-braking rockets did not fire at all. Some members of Lockheed test crew's members dispute this, asserting that the lower rockets fired themselves through an undetermined computer or electrical malfunction, which at the same time failed to fire the descent-braking rockets. In either case, the Herc's airspeed was immediately reduced to nearly zero, dropping it hard to the runway. The starboard wing broke between the third and fourth engines, spilling fuel which was then ignited, but a medical evacuation helicopter used its rotor wash to beat back the flames, and crash response teams extinguished the fire within eight seconds. The USAF and Lockheed crews escaped the wreckage with only minor injuries, but 1683 was a total loss. Crews salvaged what had escaped the fire, while the aircraft's fuselage was dismantled and buried on the air base to ensure security.

-A still from USAF film of the XFC-130H's test landing shows the moment that the first braking rocket fire. | Photo: USAF

-Wreckage of 1683 prior to salvaging. | Photo: USAF

The second XFC, s/n 74-1686, was nearly ready for flight, but the accident, as well as Carter's loss to Ronald Reagan in November, saw the cancellation of Credible Sport. The Algiers Accords of January 19th 1981 resulted in the American hostages being released on 20 January. 74-2065, the test bed aircraft, was returned to its original configuration and resumed regular airlift duties, while 74-1686 was stripped of its rockets, but not the other STOL modifications, and was sent to Robins AFB to act as the YMC-130 prototype under CREDIBLE SPORT II. Phase I testing ran from 24 August to 11 November 1981, and involved certifying minor aerodynamics changes, validating STOL performance and handling characteristics, as well as establishing safety margins. Phase II, which began on 15 June 1982 and ended in October, confirmed that the Combat Talon II design met all program goals and that the aircraft was ready for production. The USAF judged that the cost of returning the YMC-130 to standard configuration was more than it was worth, and 1686 was therefore placed on display at the Museum of Aviation at Robins AFB in Georgia from 1988 to 2018, after which it was transported to the Empire State Aerosciences Museum in NY. 74-2065, meanwhile, remains in service with the Air National Guard.

-74-1686, still showing some of the Credible Sport modifications, on display in Georgia. | Photo: Mike Egan

-74-2065 in 2012, flying regular missions. | Photo: Esa Kaihlanen

[gtunesmiff]

Ravi Zacharias (1946 – 2020)

When Ravi Zacharias was a cricket-loving boy on the streets of India, his mother called him in to meet the local sari-seller-turned-palm reader. “Looking at your future, Ravi Baba, you will not travel far or very much in your life,” he declared. “That’s what the lines on your hand tell me. There is no future for you abroad.” By the time a 37-year-old Zacharias preached, at the invitation of Billy Graham, to the inaugural International Conference for Itinerant Evangelists in Amsterdam in 1983, he was on his way to becoming one of the foremost defenders of Christianity’s intellectual credibility. A year later, he founded Ravi Zacharias International Ministries (RZIM), with the mission of “helping the thinker believe and the believer think.” In the time between the sari seller’s prediction and the founding of RZIM, Zacharias had immigrated to Canada, taken the gospel across North America, prayed with military prisoners in Vietnam and ministered to students in a Cambodia on the brink of collapse. He had also undertaken a global preaching trip as a newly licensed minister with The Christian and Missionary Alliance, along with his wife, Margie, and eldest daughter, Sarah. This trip started in England, worked eastwards through Europe and the Middle East and finished on the Pacific Rim; all-in-all that year, Zacharias preached nearly 600 times in over a dozen countries. It was the culmination of a remarkable transformation set in motion when Zacharias, recovering in a Delhi hospital from a suicide attempt at age 17, was read the words of Jesus recorded in the Bible by the apostle John: “Because I live, you will also live.” In response, Zacharias surrendered his life to Christ and offered up a prayer that if he emerged from the hospital, he would leave no stone unturned in his pursuit of truth. Once Zacharias found the truth of the gospel, his passion for sharing it burned bright until the very end. Even as he returned home from the hospital in Texas, where he had been undergoing chemotherapy, Zacharias was sharing the hope of Jesus to the three nurses who tucked him into his transport. Frederick Antony Ravi Kumar Zacharias was born in Madras, now Chennai, in 1946, in the shadow of the resting place of the apostle Thomas, known to the world as the “Doubter” but to Zacharias as the “Great Questioner.” Zacharias’s affinity with Thomas meant he was always more interested in the questioner than the question itself. His mother, Isabella, was a teacher. His father, Oscar, who was studying labor relations at the University of Nottingham in England when Zacharias was born, rose through the ranks of the Indian civil service throughout Zacharias’s adolescence. An unremarkable student, Zacharias was more interested in cricket than books, until his encounter with the gospel in that hospital bed. Nevertheless, a bold, radical faith ran in his genes. In the Indian state of Kerala, his paternal great-grandfather and grandfather produced the 20th century’s first Malayalam-English dictionary. This dictionary served as the cornerstone of the first Malayalam translation of the Bible. Further back, Zacharias’s great-great-great-grandmother shocked her Nambudiri family, the highest caste of the Hindu priesthood, by converting to Christianity. With conversion came a new surname, Zacharias, and a new path that started her descendants on a road to the Christian faith. Zacharias saw the Lord’s hand at work in his family’s tapestry and he infused RZIM with the same transgenerational and transcultural heart for the gospel. He created a ministry that transcended his personality, where every speaker, whatever their background, presented the truth in the context of the contemporary. Zacharias believed if you achieved that, your message would always be necessary. Thirty-six years since its establishment, the ministry still bears the name chosen for Zacharias’s ancestor. However, where once there was a single speaker, now there are nearly 100 gifted speakers who on any given night can be found sharing the gospel at events across the globe; where once it was run from Zacharias’s home, now the ministry has a presence in 17 countries on five continents. Zacharias’s passion and urgency to take the gospel to all nations was forged in Vietnam, throughout the summer of ’71. Zacharias had immigrated to Canada in 1966, a year after winning a preaching award at a Youth for Christ congress in Hyderabad. It was there, in Toronto, that Ruth Jeffrey, the veteran missionary to Vietnam, heard him preach. She invited him to her adopted land. That summer, Zacharias—only just 25—found himself flown across the country by helicopter gunship to preach at military bases, in hospitals and in prisons to the Vietcong. Most nights Zacharias and his translator Hien Pham would fall asleep to the sound of gunfire. On one trip across remote land, Zacharias and his travel companions’ car broke down. The lone jeep that passed ignored their roadside waves. They finally cranked the engine to life and set off, only to come across the same jeep a few miles on, overturned and riddled with bullets, all four passengers dead. He later said of this moment, “God will stop our steps when it is not our time, and He will lead us when it is.” Days later, Zacharias and his translator stood at the graves of six missionaries, killed unarmed when the Vietcong stormed their compound. Zacharias knew some of their children. It was that level of trust in God, and the desire to stand beside those who minister in areas of great risk, that is a hallmark of RZIM. Its support for Christian evangelists in places where many ministries fear to tread, including northern Nigeria, Pakistan, South African townships, the Middle East and North Africa, can be traced back to that formative graveside moment. After this formative trip, Zacharias and his new bride, Margie, moved to Deerfield, Illinois, to study for a Master of Divinity at Trinity Evangelical Divinity School. Here the young couple lived two doors down from Zacharias’s classmate and friend William Lane Craig. After graduating, Zacharias taught at the Alliance Theological Seminary in New York and continued to travel the country preaching on weekends. Full-time teaching combined with his extensive travel and itinerant preaching led Zacharias to describe these three years as the toughest in his 48-year marriage to Margie. He felt his job at the seminary was changing him and his preaching far more than he was changing lives with the hope of the gospel. It was at that point that Graham invited Zacharias to speak at his inaugural International Conference for Itinerant Evangelists in Amsterdam in 1983. Zacharias didn’t realize Graham even knew who he was, let alone knew about his preaching. In front of 3,800 evangelists from 133 countries, Zacharias opened with the line, “My message is a very difficult one….” He went on to tell them that religions, 20th-century cultures and philosophies had formed “vast chasms between the message of Christ and the mind of man.” Even more difficult was his message, which received a mid-talk ovation, about his fear that, “in certain strands of evangelicalism, we sometimes think it is necessary to so humiliate someone of a different worldview that we think unless we destroy everything he holds valuable, we cannot preach to him the gospel of Christ…what I am saying is this, when you are trying to reach someone, please be sensitive to what he holds valuable.” That talk changed Zacharias’s future and arguably the future of apologetics, dealing with the hard questions of origin, meaning, morality and destiny that every worldview must answer. Flying back to the U.S., Zacharias shared his thoughts with Margie. As one colleague has expressed, “He saw the objections and questions of others not as something to be rebuffed, but as a cry of the heart that had to be answered. People weren’t logical problems waiting to be solved; they were people who needed the person of Christ.” No one was reaching out to the thinker, to the questioner. It was on that flight that Zacharias and Margie planted the seed of a ministry intended to meet the thinker where they were, to train cultural evangelist-apologists to reach those opinion makers of society. The seed was watered and nurtured through its early years by the businessman DD Davis, a man who became a father figure to Zacharias. With the establishment of the ministry, the Zacharias family moved south to Atlanta. By now, the family had grown with the addition of a second daughter, Naomi, and a son, Nathan. Atlanta was the city Zacharias would call home for the last 36 years of his life. Meeting the thinker face-to-face was an intrinsic part of Zacharias’s ministry, with post-event Q&A sessions often lasting long into the night. Not to be quelled in the sharing of the gospel, Zacharias also took to the airwaves in the 1980s. Many people, not just in the U.S. but across the world, came to hear the message of Christ for the first time through Zacharias’s radio program, Let My People Think. In weekly half-hour slots, Zacharias explored issues such as the credibility of the Christian message and the Bible, the weakness of modern intellectual movements, and the uniqueness of Jesus Christ. Today, Let My People Think is syndicated to over 2,000 stations in 32 countries and has also been downloaded 15.6 million times as a podcast over the last year. As the ministry grew so did the demands on Zacharias. In 1990, he followed in his father’s footsteps to England. He took a sabbatical at Ridley Hall in Cambridge. It was a time surrounded by family, and where he wrote the first of his 28 books, A Shattered Visage: The Real Face of Atheism. It was no coincidence that throughout the rhythm of his itinerant life, it was among his family and Margie, in particular, that his writing was at its most productive. Margie inspired each of Zacharias’s books. With her eagle eye and keen mind, she read the first draft of every manuscript, from The Logic of God, which was this year awarded the Evangelical Christian Publishers Association (ECPA) Christian Book Award in the category of Bible study, and his latest work, Seeing Jesus from the East, co-authored with colleague Abdu Murray. Others among that list include the ECPA Gold Medallion Book Award winner, Can Man Live Without God?, and Christian bestsellers, Jesus Among Other Gods and The Grand Weaver. Zacharias’s books have sold millions of copies worldwide and have been translated into over a dozen languages. Zacharias’s desire to train evangelists undergirded with apologetics, in order to engage with culture shapers, had been happening informally over the years but finally became formal in 2004. It was a momentous year for Zacharias and the ministry with the establishment of OCCA, the Oxford Centre for Christian Apologetics; the launch of Wellspring International; and Zacharias’s appearance at the United Nations Annual International Prayer Breakfast. OCCA was founded with the help of Professor Alister McGrath, the RZIM team and the staff at Wycliffe Hall, a Permanent Private Hall of Oxford University, where Zacharias was an honorary Senior Research Fellow between 2007 and 2015. Over his lifetime Zacharias would receive 10 honorary doctorates in recognition of his public commitment to Christian thought, including one from the National University of San Marcos, the oldest established university in the Americas. Over the years, OCCA has trained over 400 students from 50 countries who have gone on to carry the gospel in many arenas across the world. Some have continued to follow an explicit calling as evangelists and apologists in Christian settings, and many others have gone on to take up roles in each of the spheres of influence Zacharias always dreamed of reaching: the arts, academia, business, media and politics. In 2017, another apologetics training facility, the Zacharias Institute, was established at the ministry’s headquarters in Atlanta, to continue the work of equipping all who desire to effectively share the gospel and answer the common objections to Christianity with gentleness and respect. In 2014, the same heart lay behind the creation of the RZIM Academy, an online apologetics training curriculum. Across 140 countries, the Academy’s courses have been accessed by thousands in multiple languages. In the same year OCCA was founded, Zacharias launched Wellspring International, the humanitarian division of the ministry. Wellspring International was shaped by the memory of his mother’s heart to work with the destitute and is led by his daughter Naomi. Founded on the principle that love is the most powerful apologetic, it exists to come alongside local partners that meet critical needs of vulnerable women and children around the world. Zacharias’s appearance at the U.N. in 2004 was the second of four that he made in the 21st century and represented his increasing impact in the arena of global leadership. He had first made his mark as the Cold War was coming to an end. His internationalist outlook and ease among his fellow man, whether Soviet military leader or precocious Ivy League undergraduate, opened doors that had been closed for many years. One such military leader was General Yuri Kirshin, who in 1992 paved the way for Zacharias to speak at the Lenin Military Academy in Moscow. Zacharias saw the cost of enforced atheism in the Soviet Union; the abandonment of religion had created the illusion of power and the reality of self-destruction. A year later, Zacharias traveled to Colombia, where he spoke to members of the judiciary on the necessity of a moral framework to make sense of the incoherent worldview that had taken hold in the South American nation. Zacharias’s standing on the world stage spanned the continents and the decades. In January 2020, as part of his final foreign trip, he was invited by eight division world champion boxer and Philippines Senator Manny Pacquiao to speak at the National Bible Day Prayer Breakfast in Manila. It was an invitation that followed Zacharias’s November 2019 appearance at The National Theatre in Abu Dhabi as part of the United Arab Emirates’ Year of Tolerance. In 1992, Zacharias’s apologetics ministry expanded from the political arena to academia with the launching of the first ever Veritas Forum, hosted on the campus of Harvard University. Zacharias was asked to be the keynote speaker at the inaugural event. The lectures Zacharias delivered that weekend would form the basis of the best-selling book, Can Man Live Without God?, and would open up opportunities to speak at university campuses across the world. The invitations that followed exposed Zacharias to the intense longing of young people for meaning and identity. Twenty-eight years after that first Veritas Forum event, in what would prove to be his last speaking engagement, Zacharias spoke to a crowd of over 7,000 at the University of Miami’s Watsco Center on the subject of “Does God Exist?” It is a question also asked behind the walls of Louisiana State Penitentiary, also known as Angola Prison, the largest maximum-security prison in the United States. Zacharias had prayed with prisoners of war all those years ago in Vietnam but walking through Death Row left an even deeper impression. Zacharias believed the gospel shined with grace and power, especially in the darkest places, and praying with those on Death Row “makes it impossible to block the tears.” It was his third visit to Angola and, such is his deep connection, the inmates have made Zacharias the coffin in which he will be buried. As he writes in Seeing Jesus from the East, “These prisoners know that this world is not their home and that no coffin could ever be their final destination. Jesus assured us of that.” In November last year, a few months after his last visit to Angola, Zacharias stepped down as President of RZIM to focus on his worldwide speaking commitments and writing projects. He passed the leadership to his daughter Sarah Davis as Global CEO and long-time colleague Michael Ramsden as President. Davis had served as the ministry’s Global Executive Director since 2011, while Ramsden had established the European wing of the ministry in Oxford in 1997. It was there in 2018, Zacharias told the story of standing with his successor in front of Lazarus’s grave in Cyprus. The stone simply reads, “Lazarus, four days dead, friend of Christ.” Zacharias turned to Ramsden and said if he was remembered as “a friend of Christ, that would be all I want.” =====|||=====

Ravi Zacharias, who died of cancer on May 19, 2020, at age 74, is survived by Margie, his wife of 48-years; his three children: Sarah, the Global CEO of RZIM, Naomi, Director of Wellspring International, and  Nathan, RZIM’s Creative Director for Media; and five grandchildren. =====|||=====

By Matthew Fearon, RZIM UK content manager and former journalist with The Sunday Times of London

Margie and the Zacharias family have asked that in lieu of flowers gifts be made to the ongoing work of RZIM. Ravi’s heart was people.

His passion and life’s work centered on helping people understand the beauty of the gospel message of salvation. 

Our prayer is that, at his passing, more people will come to know the saving grace found in Jesus through Ravi’s legacy and the global team at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries.

[askbranwen]

Defiance (AU)

Mandala Meru System: ~990.M30

Branwen had never had to gainsay a Primarch before.

Then again, she’d never been faced with orders so wanton and cruel until that point of the Crusade.

Standing orders for the moon of Manaul had not been to effect compliance, but a full-scale orbital bombardment. It was a feudal world, a human world. Orbital scans showed that their level of technology was nowhere near a level to present a threat to the Expeditionary Fleet of Ultramarines and Raven Guard.

And yet, Roboute Guilliman had declared it so. And Branwen had risen in outrage.

“This is not right, Lord Guilliman!” She’d exclaimed. “It is needless, it is genocidal. We are here to bring humanity into the light of Imperial Truth, not to snuff it out at the slightest inconvenience!”

It had been a long and tiring argument - the Lord of Ultramar had threatened to see Branwen’s newly ordained command revoked, and raged at her defiance. And yet she persisted. After several hours, Guilliman relented.

“You have three days, Shadow-Captain.” He’d stormed from the strategium of Macragge’s Honour after that, and Branwen had returned to her Strike Cruiser.

And now, she and a unit of Mor Deythan sat ready in a Darkwing-pattern Storm Eagle as it dipped through the thick clouds of Manaul’s night sky.

Elsewhere on the planet, gunships full of Raven Guard were streaking towards their targets - Royalty, Magistrates, and Religious Leaders. This would be a quick and quiet compliance - hopefully with little need for bloodshed.

Her vox pinged. “Target in sight, Captain.” It was one of the Reconnaissance Teams, small squads dropped by Whispercutter into the hinterlands, hunting for targets that the orbital scans might have missed. “The locals we interrogated were right. There’s a temple here.”

“Defenses?” Branwen asked, turning to a tactical screen to call up pict-feeds being transmitted back from the unit.

“Platoon-strength,” The Recon Sergeant’s vox crackled back. “Spears and bows, lightly armored. It looks like the structure is built into the mountain. IR isn’t reading past the entrance.”

“We’re doors down in five minutes. Hold position, prep to provide sniper cover.”

“Aye, Captain.”

“Orders?” That was Ren’shaw, Sergeant of the unit of ten Mor Deythan that sat along the gunship’s benches. The squad sat draped in their cameleoline cloaks, checking bolter magazines and adjusting sights. Some leaned beaked helms towards one another to engage in quiet conversation. They were elite - hand-picked by the Ravenlord himself for their expertise in stealth and marksmanship.

Branwen gestured to the screen at her side. The light amplification scope that cut through the gloom of Manaul’s night threw a green tinge over the view of the temple that the Storm Eagle was approaching. It’s peaked roofs swept outwards in graceful angles that put it at odds with the sheer rock faces that surrounded it. She rubbed her chin for a moment, considering their approach.

“Tactics are shock and awe,” Branwen began, as the Mor Deythan looked to her. “The Queen of the Harpies will lay down Eclipse Missiles to cover our disembarkation. Combat doctrine is non-lethal if possible - only fire if a credible threat presents itself. Otherwise you’re to rely on your blades.” She gestured with her own blade at that, the deactivated greatsword glinting in the dim green light of the pict-caster. “Are we clear?”

“Aye, Captain!” The Mor Deythan replied as one.

“Two minutes to LZ,” The pilot announced. “Hang on, we’re in for some chop.”

@fuukonomiko

[askthecustodes]

Epsilon Eridani II

askbranwen:

Whipping atmospheric winds buffeted Branwen and the Dark Furies as they assumed a descent posture that allowed for maximum speed, pointing themselves headfirst towards the ravine and their destination. Branwen feathered the maneuvering thrusters on her Jump Pack to compensate for crosswinds, careful to not trigger a full burn and give the squad’s position away too early. A few hundred meters distant and above, her Storm Eagle, Queen of the Harpies, banked sharply, seeming to flip up on a wingtip as it altered course and dove towards the compound to line up for an attack run.

The view of the surface from this altitude was breathtaking, and Branwen took the time to take it in during the descent. There wasn’t much else to do until she had boots on the ground in any case. Mountains stretched from one horizon to another to Branwen’s fore, their jagged foothills composing the immediate area. To some distance behind her was a scrubby forest of gnarled hardy looking trees, and beyond that still was a forking river, splitting into innumerable creeks and tributaries. Certain rock formations reminded Branwen of the aftermath of intense orbital bombardment, albeit an ancient one. She recalled old legends that one of the earliest Terran colonies had been on Epsilon Eridani II, but that it had fallen to Xenos invasion.

“Kestrel 1-1 on approach.” The Shadow Captain’s vox crackled, stirring her back into reality. The HUD of her Infravisor highlighted the Storm Eagle, skimming the ground as it hurtled towards the Alpha Legion compound from the Northeast. “Identified three emplaced weapons batteries - Icarus Cannons. Permission to engage?”

A chime and second icon lit up, showing that the Kestrel 1-2 was making it’s run from the Southwest.

“Take down those lascannons, then put a volley of Eclipses into the compound.” Branwen ordered, making a few more adjustments to her descent. The ground had grown far closer now, details of the Alpha Legion outpost clearly visible to her. “Weapons free.”

At her word, the Gunships’ lascannons opened up, bright beams of energy illuminating the night as they connected the Storm Eagles to the multibarelled anti-air emplacements. An instant later, the Icarus Cannons exploded. The Darkwings’ dorsal missile pods spat smoke as whistling Eclipse Missiles armed and launched, darting to the middle of the compound before detonating in a storm of concussion, oily smoke and electromagnetic interference.

All across the outpost, the lighting flickered and died.

She had been relatively successful in calming the delegates, until the screaming started. They whimpered and cried, sure they were not long for this world. Arturia kept quiet and watched their captors. Two Alpha Legionaires, their impassive stares feeling like they were penetrating the illusion of her hidden equipment.

Another Space Marine entered, his green armor discolored by the spatter of blood. In one hand he dragged one of the Solar Auxilla officers, who couldn’t keep his feet beneath him. He tossed him towards the delegates, who shrank away from him. The officer groaned but didn’t try to get up.

The Space marine’s lenses focused on her and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh. There would be no hiding it now. He strode forward and caught her by the arm. Her appearance didn’t match what he felt, and she could more feel his surprise than see it. 

The series of explosions rocked the base, causing the mortals to scream and cry. Her eyes remained locked on the Space Marine even as the overhead lumen strips went out. A quick jab into the soft part of his elbow loosened his grip on her and she pulled free. He pulled his bolter; a flash and a deafening crack sent shards of rockcrete on the opposite wall in every direction.

@askbranwen

[denebola42-blog]

Was watching a TV series on Amazon Prime video about the CIA and them being the first casually in the war on terror after 9/11, and I found an old photo I loved and endorsed as a good replacement for the twin towers. 🇺����🖕🤣😂 Surely this would convey the proper message but alas, they didn't go with this design. 🤷🏽‍♂️ That's a shame. It's the international greeting for times like this. It was even used in Top Gun, a movie that inspired me to buy the video game F-15 Strike Eagle and become so good at it that I got bored of beating it at the hardest expert level. It simply became too easy. I don't like war but to be honest, unless you're pretty unlucky, you'll survive a dog fight in the air more than a battle on the ground plus dude, they go faster than the speed of sound. I used to barn storm in another video game on an old Zenith 8088. The game had a barn you could fly through with either a Fokker WW1 plane or Sopwith camel, which I also had a separate game for that was a side shooter I got good at. Also played Apache Gunship and got good, and Light Speed, similar to Star Trek, and spent hours learning Microsoft Flight simulator and ILS and night/instrument flying and landing/takeoff and navigation/sight seeing airports like LAX, JFK and others. I forget the name of the one in Miami. Just major ones and in different weather and crosswinds etc. Also why I joined the Civil Air Patrol, an Air Force Auxiliary or as we were called "Air Force Boy Scouts." We were even taught not to participate in human trafficking which, well, that's a given but still pretty cool. https://www.instagram.com/p/CDcMBRxBgWk/?igshid=wtsq39clm9m0

[coolyo294]

it’s the aeronautica imperialis version of the space marine’s xiphon interceptor and storm eagle gunship 

I love my tiny airplanes

[lontau]

Shadow Force Branwen, XIX Legion - Dramatis Personae (M.31)

Command Staff

Branwen - Shadow Captain (f)

Nomax - Strike Lieutenant, Master of Signals, 2iC (m)

Alis - First Shade (Delegatus Consul), Chooser of the Slain (f)

Thirteen - Seer, Librarius Consul (f)

Addivaria - Apothecary (f)

Line Staff

Ren'Shaw - Shade, Mor Deythan (m)

Aethan - Veteran Sergeant (m)

Raana - Veteran Astartes, Recon Specialist (f)

Corbin - Veteran Astartes, Support Specialist (f)

Nyrene - Veteran Astartes, Demolitions Specialist (f)

Gage - Veteran Astartes (n)

Dax - Veteran Astartes (m)

Ancients

The Sole Survivor - Contemptor Dreadnought (n)

Notable Fleet Elements

Great Vengeance - Strike Cruiser

Furious Anger - Strike Cruiser

Queen of the Harpies - Storm Eagle Gunship, Branwen’s personal transport

Huntress - Fire Raptor Gunship, Designated escort for Queen of the Harpies

(@serenas40k​ did up a great Dramatis Personae that inspired me - doing up bios for the characters marked in bold, the “main characters” if you will, but I want to get some good pics of their minis first)

[templarhalo]

a little fanfic of mine

@sisterofsilence and I had a nice conversation that led to  this.  This is my first 30K fanfic and it's dealing with a character that Forge World barley has any fluff for.

Warning for : female asrtartes and badass women. OC's galore and some noblebright with our grimdark  and some genuine heroism. If the first two things offend you please fuck off.

Enjoy! 

Prologue

Darkness.  Darkness and light.  That is what composes our universe.  The darkness of the void, and the brightness of stars, suns and planets.  Once, the light of reason, of hope for a better future for Humanity, sought the eclipse the darkness, and for a brief time, there was light.

Now Darkness returned.

Brother fought Brother

Sister fought Sister.

Trillions died.

Worlds burned.

Traitors against the Loyal.

And Darkness sought to snuff out the light.  To leave only horror and chaos

A human philosopher lost to history once said “Rage, Rage, against the dying of the light.”

That is precisely what humankind did.  On Calth.  On Signus Prime, Hydra Cordatus, Paramar, and a hundred other worlds, those loyal to the Emperor of Mankind refused to give up and die to the blades and guns of those they once called brother and sister.  They refused to let the darkness snuff the candle they ignited.  They refused to let Horus Lupercal, Primarch of the XVI legion, destroy all they had built.

The candle that was humanity refused to flicker and die.  The fire of hope refused to burn out

And then there were those the traitors wished had died those they who they had once called brother and sister, those who refused to bend their knee to their primarch and Warmaster and side with the Emperor.  Hell itself could not contain them.  They would not falter, they would not let themselves die until they had taken as many traitors to the grave with them and until those had broken their oaths to their Emperor and humanity faced retribution.  Until they faced justice for their betrayal and the sins, they committed.

One of those the traitors cursed, more than any other, even more than Nathaniel Garro, Agenta Primus of Malcador the Sigillite, Hero of Istvaan and leader of the Knights Errant, the largest thorn in the Warmaster’s side, was Endryd Haar.  For he was not a thorn.  He was not a sword.  He was the fang that would tear out his Primarch’s and the Warmaster’s throat and bring it before the Emperor.

Only than would, he accepts death.

Chapter 1.  The Riven Hound

The ship was as dark as the void.  It glided through the asteroid belt with effortless ease.  The ship was old...  It had been construed in the shipwrights of Mars, around two centuries ago.  One of the first Strike Cruisers ever constructed, it had once served in the fleet of the XII legion proudly.  The ship's name was the Cicatrices Tyrannus.

It bore no colors save for black and deep gunmetal scratches.  It bore now heraldry saves for the Imperial Aquila.  It was a ship filled with ghosts, the forgotten and the betrayed.  

And it was waiting.  Waiting to strike.

Endyd Haar, the Riven Hound, Praetor of the Blackshield, The Fangs of the Emperor hated waiting.  He could do subtlety, but patience had never been one of his virtues.  Even with the removal of the Butcher’s Nails, patience had not become easier for him.

Endryd Haar was around average height for an Astartes.  He lacked the patrician features or the inherent handsomeness of the Blood Angels, but to call him ugly would be a lie.  The gene-forging and scars of battle had not removed his handsomeness, in a way it added to it.  Haar had two scars on his face.  One stretched from his cheek the lower right corner of his lip.  The other above the two service studs in his forehead.  He had a short beard and close cropped brown hair.  He was clad in a black, battered suit of Mark IV Maximus pattern Artificer Power Armor that was stripped of all insignia and iconography.

He tapped his right hand against the armrest of his command throne.  

“Auspex report.”  He ordered.  His baritones voice the only noise apart from the beeping of the cogitators in the bridge of the Tyrannis.

“No warp translations detected yet, my lord.”  The Auspex officer replied.

Haar let out what might have been a sigh and looked out the viewports.  The Cicatrice Tyrannis was running dark.  Its Auspex was operating at 10 percent.  Any higher and its energy signature would be visible.  It engines were cold.  Its Lances powered down.  The bridge, like the rest of the Strike Cruiser that still had working lights was bathed in dim red emergency light. Haar rose from his command throne.

“Perhaps The Sigillite’s intelligence was wrong.”  Boian Tarvan  said.

“It is not wise to doubt the Sigillite.  The God-Emperor made him regent of Terra for a reason.” Kal Jakar replied.

Endryd looked at his two lieutenants.

Tarvan had been with him since they were inducted.  Before they were World Eaters,before they were War Hounds. Like Haar, he was clad in Mark IV Power Armor, but while Haar had stripped any insignia from the XII Legion,  Boian retained the old sigil of the War Hounds on his left shoulder pad.

Kal Jakar was clad in a mix of Mark II and Mark III warplate.  His helm was Mark II and he held it in his bionic left hand.  In the poor lighting, his dusky skin seemed to glow.  Unlike his brother’s armor, which  was plain and worn out. His was  polished with silver trim. Acid etched into every surface of the armor were the names of dead loyalist brothers and sisters in High Gothic.  Only one name was acid etched in the Colchisian tongue: Mara Xal, his honor sister and fellow Chaplain, slain by Lorgar’s  “Blessed Sons, “ when the two hundred and seventy  surviving members of the Chapter of the Waning Moon returned to their years after years at the edge of the Imperium.  Only 30 Word Bearers survived the purge.

Now Kal was the last.

“There’s always a first time .”  Boian said.

“Sergeant, doubting the word of the Sigillite is to doubt the word of the God Emperor  and-

“That’s heresy blah blah blah, first rule of warfare Chaplain, Intel gets stale really quick-.

“My Lord, report from the Astropath!  A ship is about to exit the warp!”  the comm officer yelled.

There was no need to go to battle stations.  The crew had already been at stations for quite some time.

“One enemy ship Praetor.” the sensorium officer reported.

“ I can see that Lieutenant.”  Endryd Haar. said.

The enemy ship was a Strike Cruiser.  It flew the white and blue colors of the World Eaters.

“That it?”  Flag-Captain Ella Thylin said.

The Flag-Captain was a short woman with long red hair done in a neat braid.  A Plasma Pistol. and Chainsword were at her side.  She wore a blue Imperial Navy uniform with a crimson sash and a grey longcoat

“One ship matches Lord Malcador’s intelligence perfectly.”  Kal said.

“Not true Chaplain, the Sigillite’s intel said the ship bore the 125th company, this one bears the markings of the 126th.”  Boian said.

“ I concede to your observation Sergeant.”  Kal replied with a mocking theatrical bow.

“Flag-Captain what is the status of the enemy vessel?”

“ Pausing  to catch their breath sir.  They were running the engines hot and they haven’t rolled out their guns or raised their void shields.”  Ella said.

“And how long till their battle ready?”  Haar asked.

“The average time for an Astartes vessel to be battle ready after exiting the Warp. Two minutes.  Factor  in the Butcher Nails, general sloppiness of the Twelfth  Legion and proportion of press-ganged crew to actually navy crews.  Five to seven minutes.”

“Weapon Master is it possible to hit them with our bombardment  cannon?”  Haar .

“Yes sir. We're  in minimum  range, the asteroids aren’t blocking our line of sight, and they haven't detected us with their Auspex.”

“They could still eyeball us.” Boian growled .

“ We'll hit them  with our bombardment cannon, a precise shot to their ammo storage  for their own Bombardment Cannon. Then we accelerate and hit them with torpedos. Then we hammer them with our broadside Macrobatteries. “

“Shouldn't we use our Lances? Macrobatteries won't pierce the armor, it's too thick.” Ella said .

“ We're not hitting them amidships, we'll  be clipping  their engines, then we raise shields and take their return fire.  Than we carve into them with our Lances and deploy boarding parties.”

“ Simple. I like it.“  Boian

“We have a firing solution my lord.”  The weapon master called.

The bombardment  cannon was already loaded.

“Fire.” Haar ordered.

The Tyrannis rumbled as it unleashed its wrath.

And the slaughter began.

Haar flexed his Power Fist as the Storm Eagle accelerated towards the hangar bay of the traitor vessel.  There were five of these gunships in their boarding party. Each of them bearing Space Marines hungry for the blood of their erstwhile kin.  Although they had been removed, Haar felt the Butcher’s Nail bite, the phantom pain making him grind his teeth in suppressed agony.

“The Nails?” Boian gritted out.  He felt the pain too.  Like most of the Fangs of the Emperor, who  had been from  Haar’s old command from the XII Legion, they bore the physical and mental scars of the suffering Angron inflicted on his legion.

Haar looked over the other Astartes in the gunship.  He saw a Blackshield he knew was a Death Guard check the pressure on his Flamer.  Another he knew was an Ultramarine was meditating with an ornate Thunder Hammer across his lap.  Kal was checking his Bolter, running his name over the names of the dead he inscribed onto its casing.  Haar could hear muttered prayers in High Gothic from  his and a few other Astartes lips.

“30 seconds Praetor.”  Fabius said from the cockpit..

Fabius had been a member of the Emperor’s Children,  a Fire Raptor pilot condemned to  die with his brother’s on Isstvan III.  He had provided desperately needed air support for the beleaguered loyalists until he had been shot down.  He then fought alongside  a band of  Death guard with a Charnabel saber he had pried from the dead hands of a Palatine Blade.    The orbital bombardment had left him battered and broken, and he now had more bionics than an Iron Hand.  Haar had rarely seen him outside his gunship, and never unhelmed.

“10 seconds”  Fabius said.

“ For the Emperor.”  Haar growled.  A familiar cold feeling came over him.  He had always felt it before he went into battle, but his veins turned to  ice and his mind burned a coldfire as the sheer rage at his brother and gene-father’s betrayal came the forefront of his mind.

He drew his Archeotech pistol.  The pistol resembled a bolt pistol, but the barrel was tapered likes a laspistol, and the slide instead was replaced with coils similar to that of a plasma pistol.

Heavy Bolters began chattering and Lascannons added the deep voice to the chorus of firepower, as the Storm Eagles began clearing the hanger and keeping the enemy  suppressed for them long enough for the Blackshields to disembark.

The ramp went down and Haar shot the first World Eater he saw.  He strode down the ramp, the red beams of the Archeotech pistol leaving fist sized holes in the World Eater’s chests.  Haar estimated there was a full Tactical Squad in the hangar  bay.  But there were nearly a hundred Blackshields.  That didn't stop the World Eaters from charging anyway.  Howling with bloodlust, they found themselves slain by Bolter fire before they even got to close the distance .   

“Blades out.  You know your targets.  For the Emperor.” Haar growled.

Haar knew that the fighting would soon be up close and personal.   Boarding actions always were.  Haar  gestured to the five Terminators of Squad Karanthus  to take the lead. It would fall to Karanthus and his squad to spearhead the assault on the genatorum.

While half the Blackshields went to  the genatorum, the rest were led by Haar to take the bridge.

It would be a bloodbath  for both sides, but both were willing to pay the butcher's bill for victory.  The Blackshields had forfeited their lives in order to drown themselves in traitor blood and earn absolution, the World Eaters  simply didn't care about dying.

The Fangs of the Emperor and the Eaters of Worlds met in a clash of blades and hate.  Blood slicked the corridors and hallways. Bolters were emptied at point blank range.  Chainweapons were blunted dull, Phosphex and flame filled the hallways.  Throats were slit, heads rolled and both sides found themselves wading in corpses.

Haar caught the chain of a Meteor Hammer and shot the World Eater carrying it in the throat.

He punched another World Eater in the chest.  His Power Fist steamed with rapidly evaporating blood.  He saw Boian facing off against two World Eaters, a Power Axe in one hand, his Combat Knife in another.  Boian, buried his knife up to  hilt in one World Eater’s throat and then brought his axe down on the other’s head    Kal’s Volkite Serpenta  whined is it incinerated two more World Eaters.

Haar smashed his elbow into a World Eater and then shot an Ogryn that was hefting a Heavy Bolter.  The last of the World Eaters in the section of the ship were dead, and all that was left were the mortal crewman.  Some wore Carapace armor and hefted Lascarbines and Shotguns.  Most wore only uniforms and hefted Autopistols and Laspistols Bullets bounced off his armor and he heard the report of a shotgun  as Terak sent the mortal crewman scattering.

“They’re scattering.”  The former Son of Horus said.

“Most  mortals tend to that “ Kal said with a grin.  The Chaplains armor was rent and scarred. Oaths of moment and scrollwork  had been torn away and his right pauldron was riddled with holes from Bolt shells.  His copy of the Lectio Divinitatus he kept chained to his belt was untouched.

“Mortal traitors tend to do that.  Most Loyalist mortals fight like cornered lions.” Boian said. He was hefting a chainsword he had taken from a fallen traitor.  Tekan had just slid the third shell into  his shotgun, when they all heard footsteps.

‘Too loud to be  a mortal, too soft to be an Ogryn.”   Boian said.

Around the corner came fifteen children.  Not mortal children.  They  were recognizable as Astartes, but children to the veterans of hundreds of battles, some since the beginning of the Great Crusade.  They wore white Carapace armor with no legion insignia or company markings.  The were no kill-tallies or honor markings.  Their armor was clean, untouched by battle and unstained with blood. Their unscarred faces were the variety of colors that came from multiple recruiting worlds.  They all had the Butcher’s Naild implanted in them.  Their eyes were glazed and twitching, and some were drooling.  By  Haar’s estimate, they  had only recently received the implants and in addition, they had been injected with Combat stimulants and painkillers.  Haar felt his blood boil.  The World Eaters had never made their aspirants undergo surgical implantation of the Butcher’s Nails, and one of the few Legion wide edicts the legion followed was not giving an aspirant combat drugs.  Not because an aspirant couldn't handle it with his Physiology, but because its effects messed with an aspirant’s adaptation to his knee implants.  He knew his former legion had sunk low, but how much further had they sunk?

           The aspirants carried unpowered axes, serrated knives and Gladii.  They didn’t have any Frag or Krak grenades, and only a few had pistols.

With a howl that could only come through pubescent throats just adopting their new gene- forged bodies, the aspirants charged with reckless abandon.  The few who had pistols aim was worse than ork.  Tekan’s shotgun rang three times, dropping a pair of them.  He drew two Bolt pistol and emptied their clips and another pair fell to blood soaked deck. By the time the aspirants were in melee range, only five remained.  They died even quicker than those who had been gunned down.  Haar punched one’s head clean off and back handed another, sending him spiraling to  deck.   Kal’s Crozius ended a third.  Tekan’s chainaxe ended the fourth. The final aspirant screamed “Blood for the Twelfth Legion! Skulls for Angron!” and launched himself at Haar with his gladius.  Haar mercifully ended his short life by tearing out his throat with his right hand, kneeing him in the groin and then crushing his head with a stomp.  Haar felt no satisfaction.  Only regret.  Not only because he ended the final aspirant’s life so brutally, but because no sane Legiones Astartes commander would put such poorly trained aspirants on the battlefield.  These children were no threat.  Even if they  weren’t forcibly taken from their families, the children were probably driven insane from the Butcher’s Nails embedded in their skills and their recently hypno-indoctrinated minds.  In short, Haar could have ordered his men not to kill them.  They could have knocked them out, taken them back to Terra and had the Butcher's Nails removed, properly trained and indoctrinated  them.

Haar looked at the aspirant he had just killed.  His gauntlet were still stained with the boy’s blood.

“Sorry boy.  Maybe in  a better galaxy we would have been brothers.  I’m sure you would have been a hell of a War Hound.”  Haar said aloud.

“Our father has a lot to answer for.” Boian said.  The death of the aspirants had hit him hard, perhaps harder than Haar.

“He’s not our father anymore.  He is a traitor.  When this madness is over I will bring his skull before the Emperor himself.” Haar snapped

Haar and his Blackshields encountered a handful of World Eaters and mortals on their way to  the bridge. To Haar’s relief, they did not encounter any more aspirants.  “Breaching charge.” Haar called.  The doors to the bridge were solid bronze dipped Adamantium and they would need explosives to breach  them. ��Plus, no one had brought a lascutter.

The doors exploded in  a shower of sparks and flame.  Haar was the first through the breach.  Only six World Eaters were in the bridge.  There a couple of armsmen and the bridge crew itself.

Five of the six World Eaters were clad in Cataphractii pattern Terminator Armor.  The last one was a Centurion clad in Tartaros pattern Terminator Armor.  He had a Chainaxe in his left hand and a Thunder Hammer in his left.

“Endryd Haar.  Your name is a curse among the Legion. .” the Centurion said.

“That warms my heart.  Tell me your name traitor.” Endryd Haar.

“ I am Daken Matar. Centurion-Delegatus of the 126th Company.  And I will have the honor of bringing your head to Angron.”

“If you somehow manage to kill me you better do that with that toy you call an axe rather than that oversized mallet.” Haar said.  He began striding towards Daken, his Power fist servos flexing.

“ I will kill you and strap your body to the hull of my ship.”  Daken said.

“You are the fifteenth traitor to have said to me.” Haar said.

“And you will not the  first Eater of Worlds to have thought killing me would get you noticed by the primarch.”  Haar said.

Daken swung the Thunder Hammer down,

Haar rolled out of the way.  Daken swiped his Chainaxe, the teeth howling inches from Haar’s face.

Haar dodged the next swing from the Thunder Hammer.  He aimed his Archeotech Pistol and shot Daken in the chest. His next shot melted the head of his chainaxe.  Daken howled in fury and tossed the useless weapon aside and swung a left hook. The Butcher’s Nails were singing in his rotting brain and he lunged at Haar ready to smash him to a pulp.

Haar caught the shaft of the Thunder Hammer.  His Power Fist tightened around the weapons shaft. His right hand caught Daken’s fist.

Daken tried to overpower him. Haar struggled.  His armor servos whined in protest.  They were both grunting with effort.

“Tell me Captain Daken, do you really think killing me will give you Angron’s favor?  You and I both know it won't.  The primarch won't give a damn.  He’s a madman who should have died on his homeworld.”

“Silence traitor!”   Daken roared.

“You’re the traitor!  The primarch never cared about the legion.  The legion is just a pawn on Horus’ chessboard.”

“ I said silence!  You left the legion because you were a coward and because you craved glory!”

“You think I left the legion  for glory.  I left because when I returned from the edge of the Imperium, the legion  was soaked in its own brother’s blood and sundered oaths.  And I can see that even brotherhood no longer matters.”

“What are you talking  about?” Daken asked. His eyes were twitching.  He would be lost to the Nail's soon.

“ I’m talking about the aspirants.” Haar said.

Before Daken could  respond, Haar released his grip on the Thunder Hammer and drove his Power Fist  deep into Daken’s chest.  Flexing his fingers, Haar retracted his Power Fist, the remains of Daken’s liver held in his hand.

Daken screamed in pain and charged Haar with his bare hands.  Haar sidestepped him and drilled an energy  beam from his pistol into each kneecap. He then struck  Daken in the back with his Power Fist, shattering the powerpack to Daken’s Terminator Armor.

He then rammed his Power Fist deep into Daken’s chest and pulled out a chunk of his spine.  Daken was screaming, trying to rise despite the weight of his crippled suit and missing  piece of spine.  Haar paused for a few seconds. The other Terminators and the bridge crew were dead.   Haar waited a full minute. Then he brought his Power Fist down and ended Daken’s agony.

The assault on the genatorum was a success.   One hundred and seven World Eaters and most of the crew had been slain.  The casualties were light . By Blackshields standards at least.  Twenty two Blackshields had fallen. Third-Two were injured. But only seven required the assistance of an Apothecary.

Now the remaining members of the Fangs of the Emperor  scoured the ship, taking any supplies and anything of value.

Haar, Boian and Kal were on their way to the engineering section when they receive a vox hail from Techmarine Erud Vahn.

“Endryd we have a problem .  Visual footage indicates five  unidentified. Blackshields and a Primus Medicae bearing heraldry for the IIIrd Legion in the apothecarium.  They’ve already locked down the area. I need you to intervene.”

“We’re on it Erud  Lock the ship down and put the Fangs on alert.”

“How did they get aboard the ship?” Kal asked.

“A better question is what are they doing here? I don't remember killing any Blackshields or any of Fulgrim’s peacocks.”  Boian said.

‘We’ll find out soon enough.”  Haar said as they stepped into the elevator that would take them to the Apothecarium.

“Perhaps these Blackshields are the reason Lord Malcador wanted us to  seize this ship.”  Kal said as they ascended.

The elevator chimed softly as the doors opened.

In front of them was the sealed door to the apothecium

“We should be in range of their squad vox.”

“Let's try  diplomacy first. They haven’t slain any of our brothers.” Kal said.

Haar sighed and put on his helm.  There was a crackle of vox chatter as Haar patched into the squad frequency.

 “Attention unidentified Astartes. I am Endryd Haar, leader of the Fang’s of the Emperor.  I am not usually merciful but I am giving you one chance to come out with blades sheathed and guns to  the deck.    I’m sure you all had a good reason to  be on a traitor vessel, and not participate in the fighting.  I do not wish to slaughter fellow loyalists so-

Haar was interrupted by an aristocratic voice.

“This is Primus Medicae Titus Phovian of the  IIIrd legion.  I only wish to recover the data from this ships apothacarium the my comrade Master Apothecary Nuri Rathen of the Twelfth was gathering,    I have qualms with killing loyalists, but seeing as you're not Mannus’ ilk  I am  going to ask that you allow me to leave this ship and depart.  The Blade of Chemos is about ten minutes out and I wish to bring this data to Lieutenant Commander Fabius on time.  “

“One Moment. Primus Medicae.”  Haar. said.  He voxed Ella.

“Ella put all outbound flights to  the traitor vessel on hold and go to battle stations.  An enemy ship is about ten minutes out and we have some stragglers to deal with.”

“Erud already told me the situation, Praetor.”  Ella said.

“Be ready Flag-Captain. Haar out.”

“I’m guessing diplomacy will not the resolve this conflict?” Kal said.

“ No we’re be aggressively negotiating from here on out.” Haar said.

Kal sighed theatrically.

‘It has been sometime since I’ve slain a son of Fulgrim.” Kal said.

‘Chin up Chaplain, maybe the next traitors we’ll kill will be Word Bearers.” Boian said.

“ I can only pray.” Kal said.

Titus voxed Haar.

“I take it you gentleman are going to be reasonable and allow us passage?”  Titus said.

“No  we’re going to be very unreasonable, kill you, strip your weapons and armor and dump your bodies into the void.” Haar said,

“I was hoping it wouldn’t come to that,” Titus said.

“ Chin up Primus Medicae, maybe you’ll die with honor. “ Boian said over the vox..

Boian drew a Melta Bomb.

“Arm for 10 seconds, then toss a Photon Flash in,” Haar ordered

Boian set the charge.

The doors exploded and Boian lobbed the Photon Flash grenade in the room.

Kal, and Boian opened  fire with their Bolters  set to three round burst .  The five  Blackshields  dropped to floor each  one’s victim of headshots. Titus raised a Plasma Pistol, only to have it detonate in his hand from a bolt round from Boian.

Titus went for the combat knife at his belt, but paused when he realized he was staring down  the barrels of two boltguns and an Archeotech pistol.

“Start talking, and we might spare your miserable life.”

“As I explained before you barged in here and murdered my subordinates. I was here to recover data from my fellow Apothecary.”

“We’re going to need more than that.”  Haar said.

“Nuri and I were experimenting with Twelfth and Third legion gene-seed.  Enhancing it,   augmenting pain tolerance and speed.  Looking for ways to reduce implant rejection and accelerated synthesis.”

“Chymarie.” Boian said.

Haar surprised a snarl.  There were a few  Astartes like that in the Fangs of the Emperor.  Space Marine who were unnaturally fast or some other trait, but at a cost.  Brain hemorrhages, aggressive cancers, spontaneous combustion  or worse.

“The Blackshields dead on the floor are former World Eaters and Emperor's Children.  They volunteered for augmentation.”  Titus said.

Haar store past Titus and the dead Blackshields to a cogitator and what looked like a black coffin.

“What’s this?”  Haar growled.

“Storage for samples.”  Titus seemed nervous.

Haar opened the coffin.

Inside was a young girl about twelve Terran years.

She had long chocolate brown hair and skin the color of marble.  Her features were a natural beauty that Haar could tell was not sculpted.

“Samples eh?”  Haar said.

He turned to face Titus.

“Be grateful I need you alive.” Haar said.

Then he broke Titus’ nose with a punch.

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Operation Eagle Claw

When I think of all that could have gone wrong, I'm even more proud of my small role in Operation Eagle Claw.

We came in with eight Sea Stallions and arrived under cover of darkness at our staging area called Desert 1 in the god forsaken Dash-e-Lut desert. We refueled. We sat in the sun all day and then ferried the Delta force soldiers 260 miles to Desert 2 just outside Tehran. The next night we drove to Tehran, we stormed the embassy and rescued the hostages. We took everyone across the street to the soccer stadium. Our helicopters swooped in and whipped everyone back to the desert and on to freedom. AC 130 gunships blanketed the sky over Tehran and provided protection with supporting fire. Carrier Air Wing Eight would take off from the Nimitz and provide air protection.

We were concerned about several complicating possibilites  and not real confident of what we do if any of them occurred. It had to be perfect. Something as trivial as a cracked rotor blade on any of the Sea Stallions might have ruined the entire operation. And God knows, in this hostile desert environment, a sandstorm could surprise us at any moment . One of our helicopters could have easily struck the tail of an EC-130 aircraft as it brought fuel to the staging area. We would have had to abandon our Stallions and get the hell out of there which would have been both deadly and humiliating for our  not only for us but for our president Jimmy Carter.

Thank God there were no SNAFUS.

We got everybody out. Nobody was killed neither us nor them.

The next day, the hostages and the Delta force came home to a tremendous, ticker tape reception.

It was the proudest of moments.

Sometimes, I try to imagine what might have happened if things had gone FUBAR.

Carter might have lost the election to the actor Ronald Reagan and his CIA buddy George Bush with all his pals in the oil business. God knows where that might have taken us.

Carter was re-elected winning both the popular vote and the electoral college by wide margins.

The rest is history.

The Camp David accord held up which led to peace in the Middle East.

The Cold War ended when the USSR collapsed under its own weight.

The wall came down.

Gaddafi and Sadaam continued to be minor pains in the ass. Everyone was relieved when Hussein swore off weapons of mass destruction, particularly poison gas. Without his co-operation there might have been a civil war in Iraq which could have turned into an oil war.

The war between Iraq and Iran continued but we didn't much care who won.

Carter, on the basis of Eagle Claw, used his political capital to fix the health care situation which everybody understood was a nightmare in the making.

Carter's second term was such a success that Mike Dukakis was chosen to succeed him.

Under Duke, health care was cleaned up for good and peace reigned in the world. Duke also improved the incarceration system which had become a blight on the land.

Bill Clinton was next.

Technology exploded and our economy went along with it as prosperity shortened the distance between classes. Everybody benefitted. Palestine and Isreal settled their remaining differences.

The Republican Party  opposition dwindled as the Democrats thrived. Both parties realized the importance of working together.

Al Gore followed Clinton and explained the Inconvenient Truth about climate change. Under his leadership, the entire world responded and humanity cleaned up its act. He managed to protect Social Security by keeping it in a lock box.

Barrack Obama came next. Obama focused on race relations. His eloquence, intelligence and charissima charmed the world. We got to the top of the mountain together.

And finally, the last glass ceiling was shattered as Hillary Clinton became the first woman to become president of the United States. The most qualified person to ever take the office.

Yep, we got there.

I played my little part.

As did we all.

God bless America.

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Complete List of Sega Genesis Games

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3 Ninjas Kick Back

6 Pack (Columns, Golden Axe, Revenge of Shinobi, Sonic the Hedgehog, Streets of Rage, Super Hang On)

688 Attack Sub

A

Aaahh Real Monsters

Abrams Battle Tank

Action 52

Addams Family, The

Addams Family Values

The Adventures of Rocky & Bullwinkle and Friends

Aero the Acro-bat

Aero the Acro-bat 2

Aerobiz

Aerobiz Supersonic

After Burner

Air Buster

Air Diver

Aladdin

Alex Kidd in the Enchanted Castle

Alien 3

Alien Soldier

Alien Storm

Alisia Dragoon

Altered Beast

The Amazing Spider-Man vs. The Kingpin

American Gladiators

Andre Agassi Tennis

Andretti Racing

Animaniacs

The Aquatic Games

Arcade Classics

Arch Rivals

Arcus Odyssey

Ariel: the Little Mermaid

Arnold Palmer Tournament Golf

Arrow Flash

Art Alive

Art of Fighting

Asterix and the Great Rescue

Atomic Robo Kid

Atomic Runner

ATP Tour Championship Tennis

Awesome Possum

AWS Pro Moves Soccer

Ayrton Sennas Super Monaco GP II

B

Baby’s Day Out

Back to the Future Part III

Bahamut Bahant Senki

Ballz

Barbie Super Model

Barbie – Vacation Adventure

Barkley Shut Up and Jam!

Barkley Shut Up and Jam! 2

Barney’s Hide and Seek

Bass Masters Classic

Bass Masters Classic – Pro Ed

Batman

Batman Forever: The Arcade Game

Batman Returns

Batman: Revenge of the Joker

Battle Frenzy

Battle Master

Battle Squadron

Battletech – Armored Combat

Battletoads

Battletoads & Double Dragon

Beast Wrestler

Beauty & The Beast – Belle’s Quest

Beauty & The Beast – Roar of the Beast

Beavis & Butt-Head

Beethoven

Beggar Prince

Berenstain Bears: Camping Adventure

Best of The Best – Championship Karate

Beyond Oasis

Bible Adventures

Bill Walsh College Football

Bill Walsh College Football ’95

Bimini Run

Biohazard Battle

Bio-ship Paladin

Blades of Vengeance

Blaster Master 2

Block Out

B.O.B.

Body Count

Bonanza Brothers

Bonkers

Boogerman – A Pick and Flick Adventure

Boxing Legends of the Ring

Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Brett Hull Hockey

Brett Hull Hockey ’95

Brutal – Paws of Fury

Bubba ‘N’ Stix

Bubble and Squeak

Bubsy in Claws Encounters of the Furred Kind

Bubsy 2

Buck Rogers – Countdown to Doomsday

Budokan the Martial Spirit

Bugs Bunny in Double Trouble

Bulls vs. Blazers

Bulls vs. Lakers

Burning Force

C

Cadash

Caesar’s Palace

Cal Ripkin Junior Baseball

California Games

Cannon Fodder

Captain America & The Avengers

Captain Planet & The Planeteers

Castle of Illusion Starring Mickey Mouse

Castlevania: Bloodlines

Centurion: Defender of Rome

Chakan: The Forever Man

Champions World Class Soccer

Championship Bowling

Championship Pool

Championship Pro-Am

The Chaos Engine

Chase HQ 2

Chavez II

Chester Cheetah: Too Cool to Fool

Chester Cheetah: Wild Wild Quest

Chi Chi’s Pro Challenge

Chiki Chiki Boys

Chuck Rock

Chuck Rock II: Son of Chuck

Clayfighter

Cliffhanger

Clue

Coach K College Basketball

College Football USA ’96

College Football USA ’97

College Football’s National Championship

College Football’s National Championship II

College Slam

Columns

Columns III: Revenge of Columns

Combat Cars

Comix Zone

Congo: Lost City of Zinji

Contra: Hard Corps

Cool Spot

Corporation

Corpse Killer

Cosmic Spacehead

Crack Down

Crue Ball

Crusader of Centy

Crystal’s Pony Tale

Cutthroat Island

Cyberball

Cyber-Cop

Cyborg Justice

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Dangerous Seed

Darius II

Dark Castle

Dashin’ Desperadoes

David Crane’s Amazing Tennis

David Robinson’s Supreme Court

Davis Cup World Tour Tennis

Deadly Moves

Death & Return of Superman

Death Duel

Decap Attack

Demolition Man

Desert Demolition

Desert Strike

Devil’s Crush

Devilish

Dick Tracy

Dick Vitale’s “Awesome Baby” College Hoops

Dino Dini’s Soccer

Dino Land

Dinosaurs For Hire

Disney’s Aladdin

Disney’s Magical Quest

DJ Boy

Doom Troopers

Double Dragon

Double Dragon V: The Shadow Falls

Double Dragon 3

Double Dribble

Dr. Robotnik’s Mean Bean Machine

Dragon’s Fury

Dragon’s Revenge

Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story

Dune: The Battle For Arrakis

Dungeons and Dragons: Warriors of the Eternal Sun

Dynamite Duke

Dynamite Headdy

Dig Dug

E

Earnest Evans

Earthworm Jim

Earthworm Jim 2

Ecco Jr.

Ecco the Dolphin

Ecco: The Tides of Time

El Viento

Elemental Master

ESPN Baseball

ESPN Hockey

ESPN National Hockey Night

ESPN Speed World

ESPN Sunday Night NFL

ESWAT: City Under Siege

Eternal Champions

Evander Holyfield’s “Real Deal” Boxing

Ex-Mutants

Exodus

Exosquad

F

F-117 Night Storm

F-15 Strike Eagle II

F-22 Interceptor

Faery Tale Adventure

Family Feud

Fantasia

Fantastic Dizzy

Fantasy Zone

Fatal Fury

Fatal Fury 2

Fatal Labyrinth

Fatal Rewind

Ferrari Grand Prix Challenge

Fido Dido

FIFA International Soccer

FIFA Soccer ’95

FIFA Soccer ’96

FIFA Soccer ’97 Gold

FIFA Soccer ’98 – Road To The World Cup

Fighting Masters

Final Zone

Fire Shark

Flashback: The Quest for Identity

Flicky

The Flinstones

Foreman For Real

Forgotten Worlds

Formula 1

Frank Thomas ‘Big Hurt’ Baseball

Fun ‘N’ Games

G

Gadget Twins

Gaiares

Gain Ground

Galaxy Force 2

Garfield: Caught in the Act

Gargoyles

Gauntlet 4

Gemfire

General Chaos

Generations Lost

Genghis Khan 2

Ghostbusters

Ghouls & Ghosts

Gley Lancer

Global Gladiators

G-LOC: Air Battle

Gods

Golden Axe

Golden Axe 2

Golden Axe 3

Goofy’s Hysterical History Tour

Granada

Great Waldo Search

Great Circus Mystery

Greatest Heavyweights of the Ring

Greendog

Grindstormer

Growl

Guardian Angels

Gunship 2000

Gunstar Heroes

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Hard Drivin’

Hardball

Hardball 3

Hardball ’94

Hardball ’95

The Haunting

Head-On Soccer

Heavy Nova

Hellfire

Herzog Zwei

High Seas Havoc

Hit the Ice

Home Alone

Home Alone 2

Home Alone 3

Hook

Humans

Hurricanes

I

Immortal

Incredible Hulk

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Insector X

Ishido: The Way of the Stones

It Came From The Desert

The Itchy and Scratchy Game

Izzy’s Olympic Quest

J

Jack Nicklaus Golf

James Bond: The Duel

James “Buster” Douglas Knockout Boxing

James Pond

James Pond 2

James Pond 3: Operation Starfish

Jammit

Jennifer Capriatti Tennis

Jeopardy Deluxe

Jeopardy Sports

Jeopardy

Jewel Master

Joe & Mac

Joe Montana Football

Joe Montana Football 2

Joe Montana Football 3

Joe Montana Sportstalk Football ’94

Joe Montana Sportstalk Football ’95

John Madden

John Madden ’92

John Madden ’93

John Madden ’94

John Madden ’95

John Madden ’96

John Madden ’97

John Madden ’98

John Madden Champ. Edition

Jordan vs. Bird

Joshua

Judge Dredd

Junction

The Jungle Book

Jungle Strike

Jurassic Park

Jurassic Park: Rampage Edition

Jurassic Park 2: The Lost World

Justice League Task Force

K

Ka Ge Ki: Fists of Steel

Kawasaki Superbike Challenge

Kid Chameleon

King Salmon

King of the Monsters

King of the Monsters 2

King’s Bounty

Klax

L

Lakers versus Celtics

Landstalker

Last Action Hero

Last Battle

Lawnmower Man

Legend of Galahad

Lemmings

Lemmings 2

Lethal Enforcers

Lethal Enforcers 2

LHX Attack Chopper

Liberty Or Death

Light Crusader

Lion King

Lobo

The Lost Vikings

Lotus 2 RECS

Lotus Turbo Challenge

M

M.U.S.H.A.

The Magic School Bus

Magical Quest Starring Mickey Mouse

Man Overboard

Marble Madness

Mario Andretti Racing

Mario Lemieux Hockey

Markos Magic Soccer

Marsupilami

Marvel Land

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein

Maui Mallard in Cold Shadow

Maverick

Mazin Saga

McDonald’s Treasure Land Adventure

Mega Bomberman

Mega Turrican

Megaman: The Wily Wars

Menacer 6-Pack

Mercs

Metal Fangs

Michael Jackson’s Moonwalker

Mick and Mack: Global Gladiators

Mickey & Donald

Mickey Mania

Mickey’s Ultimate Challenge

Micro Machines

Micro Machines 2

Midnight Resistance

Mig 29 Fighter Pilot

Might and Magic: The Secret Of The Inner Sanctum

Might and Magic II: Gates To Another World

Mighty Max

Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers

Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers: The Movie

Mike Ditka Football

Minnesota Fats: Pool Legend

MLBPA Baseball

Monopoly

Mortal Kombat

Mortal Kombat II

Mortal Kombat 3

Mr. Nutz

Ms. Pac-Man

Muhammad Ali Heavyweight Boxing

Mutant League Football

Mutant League Hockey

Mystic Defender

N

NBA Action ’94

NBA Action ’95

NBA Action ’96

NBA All Star Challenge

NBA Hang Time

NBA Jam: Tournament Edition

NBA Jam

NBA Live ’95

NBA Live ’96

NBA Live ’97

NBA Live ’98

NBA Showdown

NBA Showdown ’94

NCAA Final Four Basketball

NCAA Football

NFL ’95

NFL Prime Time ’98

NFL Quarterback Club

NFL Quarterback Club ’96

NFL Team Heroes

NHL Allstar Hockey

NHL Hockey

NHLPA ’93

NHL Hockey ’94

NHL Hockey ’95

NHL Hockey ’96

NHL Hockey ’97

NHL Hockey ’98

Nigel Mansell’s World Championship

No Escape

Nobunaga’s Ambition

Normy’s Beach Babe-o-Rama

O

Olympic Gold

Olympic Summer Games ’92

Olympic Summer Games ’96

Olympic Winter Games ’94

Onslaught

The Ooze

Operation Europe: Path To Victory

Out of This World

Outlander

Out Run

Out Run 2019

OutRunners

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P

Pac-Attack

Pac-Man 2: The New Adventures

Pac-Mania

Pacific Theatre of Operations

Pacific Theatre of Operations 2

Pagemaster

Paperboy

Paperboy 2

Pat Riley Basketball

Pebble Beach Golf

Pele 2 World Tournament

Pele Soccer

Pete Sampras Tennis

Pengo

PGA Euro Tour

PGA Tour Golf

PGA Tour Golf 2

PGA Tour Golf 3

PGA Tour Golf ’96

Phantasy Star II

Phantasy Star III

Phantasy Star IV

Phantom 2040

Phelios

Pigskin Footbrawl

Pink Panther Goes To Hollywood

Pinocchio

Pirates Gold

Pirates Of Dark Water

Pitfall: The Mayan Adventure

Pit-Fighter

Pocahontas

Populous

Power Instinct

Powerball

Powermonger

Predator 2

Primal Rage

Prince Of Persia

Pro Am Racing

Pro Moves Soccer

Pro Quarterback Football

Psycho Pinball

PTO

Puggsy

Pulseman

Punisher

Q

Quackshot

Quad Challenge

R

Race Drivin’

Radical Rex

Raiden Trad

Rambo 3

Rampart

Ranger X

Rastan Saga 2

RBI Baseball 3

RBI Baseball 4

RBI Baseball ’93

RBI Baseball ’94

Red Zone

Ren & Stimpy: Stimpy’s Invention

Revenge of Shinobi

Revolution X

Richard Scarry’s Busytown

Rings of Power

Rise of the Robots

Risk

Risky Woods

Ristar

Road Blasters

Road Rash

Road Rash 2

Road Rash 3

RoboCop 3

Robocop vs. Terminator

Rock ‘N Roll Racing

Rocket Knight Adventures

Rocket Knight Adventures 2

Roger Clemens MVP Baseball

Rolling Thunder 2

Rolling Thunder 3

Rolo To The Rescue

Romancing 3: Kingdoms 2

Romancing 3: Kingdoms 3

Rugby World Cup

Rugby World Cup ’95

S

Saint Sword

Samurai Shodown

Saturday Night Slam Masters

Scooby Doo Mystery

seaQuest DSV

Sesame Street: Counting Cafe

Shadow Blasters

Shadow Dancer: The Secret of Shinobi

Shadow of the Beast

Shadow of the Beast 2

Shadowrun

Shanghai 2

Shaq Fu

Shaq Slam

Shining Force

Shining Force II

Shining in the Darkness

Shinobi 3

Shove It

Side Pocket

The Simpsons: Bart vs. the Space Mutants

The Simpsons: Bart’s Nightmare

The Simpsons: Krusty’s Super Funhouse

The Simpsons: Virtual Bart

Skeleton Krew

Skitchin’

Slaughter Sport

Slime World

Smash TV

Smoke & Mirrors

The Smurfs

The Smurfs 2: Smurf Around The World

Snake Rattle ‘n’ Roll

Socket: Time Dominator

Sol-Deace

Soldiers of Fortune

Sonic & Knuckles

Sonic 3D Blast

Sonic Spinball

Sonic the Hedgehog

Sonic the Hedgehog 2

Sonic the Hedgehog 3

Sorcerer’s Kingdom

Space Harrier 2

Space Invaders 91

Speedball 2

Spider-Man and the X-Men: Arcade’s Revenge

Spider-Man & Venom: Maximum Carnage

Spider-Man & Venom: Separation Anxiety

Spider-Man: The Animated Series

Splatterhouse 2

Splatterhouse 3

Sports Talk Baseball

Spot goes to Hollywood

Star Control

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Star Trek: The Next Generation: Echoes of the Past

Starflight

Stargate

Steel Empire

Steel Talons

Stormlord

Street Fighter 2: Special CE

Street Smart

Streets of Rage

Streets of Rage 2

Streets of Rage 3

Strider

Strider 2

Subterrania

Summer Challenge

Sunset Riders

Super Baseball 2020

Super Battleship

Super Battletank

Super Hang-On

Super High Impact

Super Hydlide

Super Monaco Gp 2

Super Monaco Gp

Super Off Road

Super Street Fighter II

Super Thunder Blade

Super Volleyball

Superman

Swampthing

Sword of Sodan

Sword of Vermilion

Syd of Valis

Sylvester & Tweety Cagey Capers

Syndicate

T

TaleSpin

Target Earth

Task Force Harrier

Taz-Mania

Taz in Escape From Mars

Team USA Basketball

Techno Cop

Technoclash

Tecmo Super Baseball

Tecmo Super Bowl

Tecmo Super Bowl 2

Tecmo Super Bowl 3

Tecmo Super Hockey

Tecmo Super NBA

Tecmo World Cup ’92

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Hyperstone Heist

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Tournament Fighters

Terminator 2: Judgement Day

Test Drive 2: The Duel

Tetris

Theme Park

Thomas the Tank Engine & Friends

Thunder Blade

Thunder Blade 2

Thunder Force II

Thunder Force III

Thunder Force IV

Thunder Fox

The Tick

Time Killers

Time Trax

Tinhead

Tiny Toon Adventures: ACME All-Stars

Tiny Toon Adventures: ACME Animation Studio

Tiny Toon Adventures: Buster’s Hidden Treasure

TNN Bass Tournament of Champions

TNN Outdoors ’96

Toe Jam & Earl

Toe Jam & Earl 2: Panic on Funkotron

Toki, Going Ape Spit

Tom & Jerry: Frantic Antics

Tom Lasorda Baseball

Tony La Russa Baseball

Tony La Russa 95

Top Gear 2

Toughman Contest

Tour Tennis

Toxic Crusaders

Toy Story

Toys

Trampoline Terror

Traysia

Triple Play ’96

Triple Play Gold

Triple Score

Trouble Shooter

Troy Aikman NFL Football

True Lies

Truxton

Turbo Outrun

Turrican

Twin Cobra

Two Crude Dudes

Tyrants

U

Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3

Ultimate Qix

Ultimate Soccer

Uncharted Waters

Universal Soldier

Unnecessary Roughness

Unnecessary Roughness ’95

Urban Strike

V

Valis 3

Valis: The Phantasm Soldier

Vapor Trail

Vectorman

Vectorman 2

Vendetta

Verytex

Viewpoint

Virtua Fighter 2

Virtua Racing

Virtual Pinball

VR Troopers

W

Wacky Worlds

Wardner

Warlock

Warpspeed

Warriors of Fate

Warrior of Rome

Warrior of Rome 2

Warsong 2

Warsong

Wayne Gretzky Hockey

Waynes World

We’re Back: A Dinosaurs Tale

Weaponlord

Wheel of Fortune

Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego?

Where In Time Is Carmen Sandiego?

Whip Rush

Williams: Arcade’s Greatest Hits

Wimbledon Championship Tennis

Wings Of War

Winter Challenge

Winter Olympics: Lillehammer 94

Wiz & Liz

Wolfchild

Wolverine: Adamantium Rage

Wonder Boy III: Monster Lair

Wonder Boy in Monster World

World Champ Soccer

World Champ Soccer 2

World Class Soccer

World Heroes

World Leaderboard Golf

World of Illusion Starring Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck

World Series Baseball

World Series Baseball ’95

World Series Baseball ’96

World Series Baseball ’98

World Trophy Soccer

WWF RAW

WWF Royal Rumble

WWF Super Wrestlemania

WWF WrestleMania: The Arcade Game

X

Xenon 2 Megablast

X-Men 2: Clone Wars

X-Men

X-Perts

Y

Yogi Bear

Young Indiana Jones

Y’s 3

Z

Zany Golf

Zero The Kamikaze Squirrel

Zero Tolerance

Zero Tolerance 2

Zero Wing

Zionist Freedom Fighters by RyanVG

Zombies Ate My Neighbors

Zool the Ninja

Zool

Zoom

Zoop

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