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	*I ~~am a Juggernaut?~~		*I'M THE JUGGERNAUT, BITCH!

	Partinax Astartes squads do not stop for the enemy unless it is a threat to them. They continue on to serve their Emperor.		Partinax Astartes squads do not stop for the enemy unless it is a threat to them. They continue on to serve their Emperor.

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	*I~~'M THE JUGGERNAUT, BITCH!~~		*I am a Juggernaut?

	Partinax Astartes squads do not stop for the enemy unless it is a threat to them. They continue on to serve their Emperor.		Partinax Astartes squads do not stop for the enemy unless it is a threat to them. They continue on to serve their Emperor.

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	Third Thread:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16359011/		Third Thread:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16359011/

	[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:Space Marines]] [[Category:/tg/ 40,000]] [[Category:Imperial]]		[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:Space Marines]] [[Category:/tg/ 40,000]] [[Category:Imperial]] [[Category:Custom Chapters]]

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	The Obstinate Marines have a unique method of war. Their entire existence is dedicated to attack (which is the entire point of a Space Marine in the first place). Lighter and faster troops and vehicles arrive first, sowing destruction and confusion, pushing past the front line into the enemy rear to continue raiding and marking resources caches.		The Obstinate Marines have a unique method of war. Their entire existence is dedicated to attack (which is the entire point of a Space Marine in the first place). Lighter and faster troops and vehicles arrive first, sowing destruction and confusion, pushing past the front line into the enemy rear to continue raiding and marking resources caches.
	While the enemy scrambles to deal with the sudden overrun, the main forces appears on the horizon as a massive cloud of dust that blots out the sun. Battle brothers, terminators, dreadnaughts and heavy armor units slam into the disorganized front like a tidal wave hitting a marina. Casualties are ignored, those who run out of ammo simply abandon weapons on the spot and grab anything they can to continue their march. As this wave of death rolls over the enemy, the massive titan forges and rolling factories the size of small cities appear. These are tended by teeming multitudes of servitors and tech marines, who salvage fallen soldiers, vehicles, resources, raw ores are harvested from the bleeding earth by massive mining servitor units the size of warehouses. Noxious fumes from gargantuan war forges choke and cloud the skies as a five mile wide tide of mobile industry consumes all in ~~it's~~ path.		While the enemy scrambles to deal with the sudden overrun, the main forces appears on the horizon as a massive cloud of dust that blots out the sun. Battle brothers, terminators, dreadnaughts and heavy armor units slam into the disorganized front like a tidal wave hitting a marina. Casualties are ignored, those who run out of ammo simply abandon weapons on the spot and grab anything they can to continue their march. As this wave of death rolls over the enemy, the massive titan forges and rolling factories the size of small cities appear. These are tended by teeming multitudes of servitors and tech marines, who salvage fallen soldiers, vehicles, resources, raw ores are harvested from the bleeding earth by massive mining servitor units the size of warehouses. Noxious fumes from gargantuan war forges choke and cloud the skies as a five mile wide tide of mobile industry consumes all in its path.
	They take weeks to pass, from the first scout to the last scrap-servitor, and all that is left in their wake is scorched, blasted dirt that has been churned into a bog slickened by the blood of those foolish enough to try and stop their march.		They take weeks to pass, from the first scout to the last scrap-servitor, and all that is left in their wake is scorched, blasted dirt that has been churned into a bog slickened by the blood of those foolish enough to try and stop their march.

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	The Partinax Astartes battle-cathedral procession had picked up what had appeared to be an ancient webway gate on a nearby moon, and Dozer squad had been dispatched to investigate.		The Partinax Astartes battle-cathedral procession had picked up what had appeared to be an ancient webway gate on a nearby moon, and Dozer squad had been dispatched to investigate.

	Moving with all the frontward force in the galaxy, the Partinax Thunderhawk (with ~~it's~~ special forward-mounted carnifex-catcher) streaked toward the barren moon.		Moving with all the frontward force in the galaxy, the Partinax Thunderhawk (with its special forward-mounted carnifex-catcher) streaked toward the barren moon.
	The forward-mounted drop ramp of the Thunderhawk suited the Obstinate Marines well, for it allowed them to stride unstoppably into battle, even as the Thunderhawk itself tilted forward to allow the Marines to depart whilst only barely slowing down. When it was time for them to depart, the great dropship would simply scoop them back up again, to be ferried back to the Holy Procession.		The forward-mounted drop ramp of the Thunderhawk suited the Obstinate Marines well, for it allowed them to stride unstoppably into battle, even as the Thunderhawk itself tilted forward to allow the Marines to depart whilst only barely slowing down. When it was time for them to depart, the great dropship would simply scoop them back up again, to be ferried back to the Holy Procession.

	Brother Tractus continued his on-the-spot jog as a techmarine pilot yelled a message. "We are approaching the drop site, prepare for planetfall, Brother!"		Brother Tractus continued his on-the-spot jog as a techmarine pilot yelled a message. "We are approaching the drop site, prepare for planetfall, Brother!"
	The Thunderhawk began ~~it's~~ tilt forward as the drop ramp lowered. The assorted Astartes (Ten in number) strode toward the opening maw as the atmosphere in the passenger hold evacuated. Even through his power armour, Brother Quintus could feel the motion of air escaping as he faced the ramp - it felt good, like the universe itself inviting him to move forward, unendingly.		The Thunderhawk began its tilt forward as the drop ramp lowered. The assorted Astartes (Ten in number) strode toward the opening maw as the atmosphere in the passenger hold evacuated. Even through his power armour, Brother Quintus could feel the motion of air escaping as he faced the ramp - it felt good, like the universe itself inviting him to move forward, unendingly.

	As one, the marines moved forward, falling from the dropship as it tilted far enough forward to have them fall out. The marines, now walking toward the Gate's co-ordinates, watched as the Thunderhawk continued, as it would enter into a steady orbit where it would remain, moving constantly, until the Marines had completed their mission.		As one, the marines moved forward, falling from the dropship as it tilted far enough forward to have them fall out. The marines, now walking toward the Gate's co-ordinates, watched as the Thunderhawk continued, as it would enter into a steady orbit where it would remain, moving constantly, until the Marines had completed their mission.

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	Khaine was sprawled on his front, the Wailing Doom lodged in the ground. A small band of Astartes was trampling over his molten form, apparently unaware that they had even hit anything. Macha gaped at the affront. The frontmost Marine turned a corner and ran out of sight as the others followed. As the last one neared the side of the building, Macha fired off a shot from her pistol at the edge of the building, catching the Marine’s attention.		Khaine was sprawled on his front, the Wailing Doom lodged in the ground. A small band of Astartes was trampling over his molten form, apparently unaware that they had even hit anything. Macha gaped at the affront. The frontmost Marine turned a corner and ran out of sight as the others followed. As the last one neared the side of the building, Macha fired off a shot from her pistol at the edge of the building, catching the Marine’s attention.

	“Space Marine!” she yelled, livid beyond imagining. The Marine glanced at her. “Who ~~in the HELL~~ do you think you are?! Get back here and answer for what you have done!”		“Space Marine!” she yelled, livid beyond imagining. The Marine glanced at her. “Who do you think you are?! Get back here and answer for what you have done!”

	“…No.” And without another word, the Marine ran after his colleagues, leaving Macha to gape like a fish under her helmet.		“…No.” And without another word, the Marine ran after his colleagues, leaving Macha to gape like a fish under her helmet.

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	=== Dawn of Stubbornness ===		=== Dawn of Stubbornness ===

	Inquisitor Toth glared at the white-haired Blood Raven. “Captain. I am not questioning your loyalty. But I have to wonder if the events you witnessed on Cyrene perhaps affected your judgment.” Angelos spun around, seething. “I apologize. That was a poor choice of words. But...what?” The tense exchange between the two power-armored men was broken by the keening shriek of a drop pod. Toth tilted his head back and gaped. “Did you call for them?”		[[Mordecai Toth\|Inquisitor Mordecai Toth]] glared at the white-haired Blood Raven. “Captain. I am not questioning your loyalty. But I have to wonder if the events you witnessed on Cyrene perhaps affected your judgment.” Angelos spun around, seething. “I apologize. That was a poor choice of words. But...what?” The tense exchange between the two power-armored men was broken by the keening shriek of a drop pod. Toth tilted his head back and gaped. “Did you call for them?”

	“Of course not,” Angelos growled. “I know better.”		“Of course not,” Angelos growled. “I know better.”
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	The pod slammed into the ground nearly half a click to the north. A plume of dust and Orkish bits rocketed into the sky from the impact. Toth broke into a jog, his artificer armor eating up the distance, Angelos hot on his heels. He reached the edge of the crater and stared.		The pod slammed into the ground nearly half a click to the north. A plume of dust and Orkish bits rocketed into the sky from the impact. Toth broke into a jog, his artificer armor eating up the distance, Angelos hot on his heels. He reached the edge of the crater and stared.

	A small pack of Orks was busily firing away at the six-man squad of Astartes that had climbed out of the pod, who were looking around themselves as if confused. Suddenly, they seemed to notice the Orks around them, and one of them distractedly picked one up and threw it into the others, bowling them over. Before they could react, the squad leader hefted his bolter and took off at a dead sprint, racing ~~for…Toth’s~~ stomach knotted. They were headed directly for the mine where the Key of the Maledictum had been hidden away.		A small pack of Orks was busily firing away at the six-man squad of Astartes that had climbed out of the pod, who were looking around themselves as if confused. Suddenly, they seemed to notice the Orks around them, and one of them distractedly picked one up and threw it into the others, bowling them over. Before they could react, the squad leader hefted his bolter and took off at a dead sprint, racing for… Toth’s stomach knotted. They were headed directly for the mine where the Key of the Maledictum had been hidden away.

	“By the Throne,” Toth grumbled. “They’re called the Partinax Marines for a damned reason…”		“By the Throne,” Toth grumbled. “They’re called the Partinax Marines for a damned reason…”
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	“Ah…I’m not sure. They’re plowing through the Orks like a molecular stiletto through air.”		“Ah…I’m not sure. They’re plowing through the Orks like a molecular stiletto through air.”

	~~“Well…how~~ close are they to the Key?”		“Well… how close are they to the Key?”

	“Very.”		“Very.”
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	In the middle of a ruined Imperial chapel, nearly a mile ahead, Farseer Macha bowed her head respectfully to the Dark Reaper Exarch who stood before her. “Thank you, my dear friend, for your sacrifice. I must call upon you to execute it now.”		In the middle of a ruined Imperial chapel, nearly a mile ahead, Farseer Macha bowed her head respectfully to the Dark Reaper Exarch who stood before her. “Thank you, my dear friend, for your sacrifice. I must call upon you to execute it now.”

	“You can not ask for what I give freely, Farseer. My life if Biel-Tan’s.” Without another word, he strode over the lip of the ruined building and vanished in a brilliant red fireball.		“You can not ask for what I give freely, Farseer. My life is Biel-Tan’s.” Without another word, he strode over the lip of the ruined building and vanished in a brilliant red fireball.

	“The Seers have chosen! The Young King has sacrificed himself. We see now, the War God! Kaela Mensha Khaine!” she called out, arms raised.		“The Seers have chosen! The Young King has sacrificed himself. We see now, the War God! Kaela Mensha Khaine!” she called out, arms raised.

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	The Obstinate Marines are a [[/tg/]] created fan chapter, speculating what would happen if you turned the obsessive qualities of the [[Space Marines]] up beyond the limit.		The Obstinate Marines are a [[/tg/]] created fan chapter, speculating what would happen if you turned the obsessive qualities of the [[Space Marines]] up beyond the limit.

	Space Marines are known to be incredibly durable, resolute, and fearless. The Obstinate Marines are all of these qualities turned up to eleven. They are absolutely unstoppable marines in heavy, wedge shaped armor, marching endlessly to their goal - be it through walls, heretics, monsters, or gods. They don't care what stands in their way - and pay no notice to anything that doesn't directly relate to their goal or impede their progress. They would calmly stride through an entire army of chaos cultists, not paying attention to any but those with weapons heavy enough to harm them - and then only taking the time to line up a single careful shot of the [[Bolter]] (which is really what all Space Marines should be doing anyway rather than wasting ammo on tank-fodder).		Space Marines are known to be incredibly durable, resolute, and fearless. The Obstinate Marines are all of these qualities turned up to eleven. They are absolutely unstoppable marines in heavy, wedge shaped armor, marching endlessly to their goal - be it through walls, heretics, monsters, or gods. They don't care what stands in their way - and pay no notice to anything that doesn't directly relate to their goal or impede their progress. They would calmly stride through an entire army of chaos cultists, not paying attention to any but those with weapons heavy enough to harm them - and then only taking the time to line up a single careful shot of the [[Bolter]] (which is really what all Space Marines should be doing anyway rather than wasting time and ammo on tank-fodder).

	The Obstinate Marines have been officially designated as the "Partinax Astartes", but they have never formally adopted the name, as they consider themselves too busy to bother with it; instead, they go by the designation "Chapter 1298". Unofficially, other Marine chapters call them the Obstinate Marines, because they are unnegotiably and relentlessly stubborn in the pursuit of any goal - to an extent that amazes even other Astartes. As another unofficial title, they call themselves "The Emperor's Juggernauts", IF you can get them to speak at all.		The Obstinate Marines have been officially designated as the "Partinax Astartes", but they have never formally adopted the name, as they consider themselves too busy to bother with it; instead, they go by the designation "Chapter 1298". Unofficially, other Marine chapters call them the Obstinate Marines, because they are unnegotiably and relentlessly stubborn in the pursuit of any goal - to an extent that amazes even other Astartes. As another unofficial title, they call themselves "The Emperor's Juggernauts", IF you can get them to speak at all.

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	The Obstinate Marines are a [[/tg/]] created fan chapter, speculating what would happen if you turned the obsessive qualities of the [[Space Marines]] up beyond the limit.		The Obstinate Marines are a [[/tg/]] created fan chapter, speculating what would happen if you turned the obsessive qualities of the [[Space Marines]] up beyond the limit.

	Space Marines are known to be incredibly durable, resolute, and fearless. The Obstinate Marines are all of these qualities turned up to eleven. They are absolutely unstoppable marines in heavy, wedge shaped armor, marching endlessly to their goal - be it through walls, heretics, monsters, or gods. They don't care what stands in their way - and pay no notice to anything that doesn't directly relate to their goal or impede their progress. They would calmly stride through an entire army of chaos cultists, not paying attention to any but those with weapons heavy enough to harm them - and then only taking the time to line up a single careful shot of the [[Bolter]].		Space Marines are known to be incredibly durable, resolute, and fearless. The Obstinate Marines are all of these qualities turned up to eleven. They are absolutely unstoppable marines in heavy, wedge shaped armor, marching endlessly to their goal - be it through walls, heretics, monsters, or gods. They don't care what stands in their way - and pay no notice to anything that doesn't directly relate to their goal or impede their progress. They would calmly stride through an entire army of chaos cultists, not paying attention to any but those with weapons heavy enough to harm them - and then only taking the time to line up a single careful shot of the [[Bolter]] (which is really what all Space Marines should be doing anyway rather than wasting ammo on tank-fodder).

	The Obstinate Marines have been officially designated as the "Partinax Astartes", but they have never formally adopted the name, as they consider themselves too busy to bother with it; instead, they go by the designation "Chapter 1298". Unofficially, other Marine chapters call them the Obstinate Marines, because they are unnegotiably and relentlessly stubborn in the pursuit of any goal - to an extent that amazes even other Astartes. As another unofficial title, they call themselves "The Emperor's Juggernauts", IF you can get them to speak at all.		The Obstinate Marines have been officially designated as the "Partinax Astartes", but they have never formally adopted the name, as they consider themselves too busy to bother with it; instead, they go by the designation "Chapter 1298". Unofficially, other Marine chapters call them the Obstinate Marines, because they are unnegotiably and relentlessly stubborn in the pursuit of any goal - to an extent that amazes even other Astartes. As another unofficial title, they call themselves "The Emperor's Juggernauts", IF you can get them to speak at all.