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Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endlessness of xeno-hate of the [[Black Templars]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various xenos in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the Grendel Stars to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars]]. But apparently these aliens weren't all dead yet. So Hive Fleet Kraken decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords then cornered the Hive Fleet and told them to fuck-off, thus the "Barghesi" of the Grendel Stars were fucked even further. Afterwards the Chapter responded to threats from an unknown xenos race on the fringes of Imperial space. Where upon they exterminated the xenos race. | Take the demeanor of the [[Iron Hands]] and merge it with the endlessness of xeno-hate of the [[Black Templars]] and you get the Iron Lords. These guys ''hate'' xenos, everything they have done has been against various xenos in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the Grendel Stars to prevent ''another'' xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, [[Exterminatus|after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars]]. Death Specters, take notes. But apparently these aliens weren't all dead yet. So Hive Fleet Kraken decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords then cornered the Hive Fleet and told them to fuck-off, thus the "Barghesi" of the Grendel Stars were fucked even further. Afterwards the Chapter responded to threats from an unknown xenos race on the fringes of Imperial space. Where upon they exterminated the xenos race. | ||
If these guys had more fluff, they'd be a big thing. Just imagine a bunch of space marines who act like robots on a daily basis. They seem slow, irritable and gruff. Its as if they don't care about anyone else. It's also as if they don't do anything at all. Just standing around, occasionally doing a drill or maneuvers. Then word from the Brass comes down and you got an Ork Kroozer heading your way. So you and your regiment get it together and start planning out potential landing zones the Orks might take. But wait, you gotta tell those Marines that something is coming. At first their Force Commander just looks at you, ''past you''. Then you tell them it's Orks that are heading here. ''That'' does something to the Marines. Soon you find that they can convey emotion, mainly swears, and eventually every spot your forces are at, the Marines are at too. You over hear them talk, its like they're ''happy''. When the orbital defenses fall, and the Kroozer plummets down onto the surface, the Marines don't wait. The shock-wave hasn't even dissipated yet and there they are, riding up to the hull of the craft waiting to crush anything that isn't human that comes out. Soon you got orders to shell the Kroozer until you run out of ammo. You can see the Marines there, at the edge of the crater just blowing holes into the hulk. Orks are getting out of their scrap-heap but each one that does winds-up a tattered rag of green flesh. Hours go by like this, then days. But at last the apparent Warboss cleaves his way out of a new entrance of his ship. He and his posse don't have much time to react as there are a few dozen multi-meltas, plasma cannons and a few hundred bolters unloading their fire. Whatever was left of the Warboss is now being stomped on by a Marine in Terminator armor while he flips the bird at the puddle of Ork guts hes standing in. | If these guys had more fluff, they'd be a big thing. Just imagine a bunch of space marines who act like robots on a daily basis. They seem slow, irritable and gruff. Its as if they don't care about anyone else. It's also as if they don't do anything at all. Just standing around, occasionally doing a drill or maneuvers. Then word from the Brass comes down and you got an Ork Kroozer heading your way. So you and your regiment get it together and start planning out potential landing zones the Orks might take. But wait, you gotta tell those Marines that something is coming. At first their Force Commander just looks at you, ''past you''. Then you tell them it's Orks that are heading here. ''That'' does something to the Marines. Soon you find that they can convey emotion, mainly swears, and eventually every spot your forces are at, the Marines are at too. You over hear them talk, its like they're ''happy''. When the orbital defenses fall, and the Kroozer plummets down onto the surface, the Marines don't wait. The shock-wave hasn't even dissipated yet and there they are, riding up to the hull of the craft waiting to crush anything that isn't human that comes out. Soon you got orders to shell the Kroozer until you run out of ammo. You can see the Marines there, at the edge of the crater just blowing holes into the hulk. Orks are getting out of their scrap-heap but each one that does winds-up a tattered rag of green flesh. Hours go by like this, then days. But at last the apparent Warboss cleaves his way out of a new entrance of his ship. He and his posse don't have much time to react as there are a few dozen multi-meltas, plasma cannons and a few hundred bolters unloading their fire. Whatever was left of the Warboss is now being stomped on by a Marine in Terminator armor while he flips the bird at the puddle of Ork guts hes standing in. | ||
Revision as of 03:40, 21 December 2019
| Iron Lords | ||
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| Battle Cry | Unknown | |
| Founding | M38 | |
| Successors of | Iron Hands | |
| Chapter Master | Unknown | |
| Primarch | Ferrus Manus | |
| Homeworld | Sternac | |
| Strength | Unknown | |
| Specialty | Killing Aliens. | |
| Allegiance | Imperium | |
| Colours | Black body, Red legs, with Helmet stripe of company color. | |
"Kill anything that's not human."
- – SGT. Natz, Battle For LA
Take the demeanor of the Iron Hands and merge it with the endlessness of xeno-hate of the Black Templars and you get the Iron Lords. These guys hate xenos, everything they have done has been against various xenos in 40k. Tyranids? Check. Tau? Check. Unknown-but-who-cares-since-they-can-be-killed xenos? Check. Typically found guarding the Grendel Stars to prevent another xeno species from getting in the way of the Imperium. But that was only a brief period of time, after which they purged the shit out of the Grendel Stars. Death Specters, take notes. But apparently these aliens weren't all dead yet. So Hive Fleet Kraken decided to go harvest their bio-mass. The Iron Lords then cornered the Hive Fleet and told them to fuck-off, thus the "Barghesi" of the Grendel Stars were fucked even further. Afterwards the Chapter responded to threats from an unknown xenos race on the fringes of Imperial space. Where upon they exterminated the xenos race.
If these guys had more fluff, they'd be a big thing. Just imagine a bunch of space marines who act like robots on a daily basis. They seem slow, irritable and gruff. Its as if they don't care about anyone else. It's also as if they don't do anything at all. Just standing around, occasionally doing a drill or maneuvers. Then word from the Brass comes down and you got an Ork Kroozer heading your way. So you and your regiment get it together and start planning out potential landing zones the Orks might take. But wait, you gotta tell those Marines that something is coming. At first their Force Commander just looks at you, past you. Then you tell them it's Orks that are heading here. That does something to the Marines. Soon you find that they can convey emotion, mainly swears, and eventually every spot your forces are at, the Marines are at too. You over hear them talk, its like they're happy. When the orbital defenses fall, and the Kroozer plummets down onto the surface, the Marines don't wait. The shock-wave hasn't even dissipated yet and there they are, riding up to the hull of the craft waiting to crush anything that isn't human that comes out. Soon you got orders to shell the Kroozer until you run out of ammo. You can see the Marines there, at the edge of the crater just blowing holes into the hulk. Orks are getting out of their scrap-heap but each one that does winds-up a tattered rag of green flesh. Hours go by like this, then days. But at last the apparent Warboss cleaves his way out of a new entrance of his ship. He and his posse don't have much time to react as there are a few dozen multi-meltas, plasma cannons and a few hundred bolters unloading their fire. Whatever was left of the Warboss is now being stomped on by a Marine in Terminator armor while he flips the bird at the puddle of Ork guts hes standing in.
Campaigns
- Judgement of Hellenus - Caught off guard by mutants, their gene-seed got tainted so they had BLAM a few of their own.
- Defence of Valedor - Lost their battle barge.
- Zeist Campaign - Fought the Tau.
