Galactic Partridges

Name
Battle Cry	All Glory Belongs the Partridges!
Number	Unknown
Founding	First.
Successor Chapters	None.
Chapter Master	Harry Partridge
Primarch	Unknown Primarch.
Homeworld	Peartree/Crusader Fleet
Strength	Unknown.
Specialty	Assault
Allegiance	Imperium
Colours	Blue and white foursquare, green helmet, and gold trim

One of /tg/'s homebrew chapters, the Galactic Partridges go by many names. Alternatively called the Galactic Pigeons, they are known as the Great Destroyers, the Theives of Glory, the Angels of Douchebaggery. So named because, according to greek legend, the first partridge appeared when Daedalus threw his nephew, Perdix, off a roof in a fit of jealous rage. Therefore, the Galactic Partridges are constantly following behind the other founding chapters, stealing their glory whenever possible. They have a known rivalry with the Space Wolves; indeed, the chapter master Harry Partridge's personal fleet follows Logan Grimnar's wherever it goes, always attempting to appear at the last minute and steal whatever glory there is to be had.

TL;DR: They're the Blood Ravens, except that they steal credit instead of relics.

The Partridge's Glorious Victory over the Dark Eldar

The Dark Eldar fled across the bridge of the great chasm, Logan Grimnar smiled. They had out run his forces thus far, but he had them trapped now, the Space Wolves battlebarge had destroyed the tunnel through the mountain range.

Suddenly a beam of light came down shattering the bridge and cutting off the Space Wolves from their prey.

"WHO THE HELL FIRED!?" scream Logan flying into a fit of rage. "It wasn't us lord Grimnar, the galactic partridges are here!" "No."

Suddenly droppod smashed into the Earth all around the Dark Eldar and the Galactic Partridges started the massacre. "ALL GLORY BELONGS TO THE PARTRIDGES!" "FOR THE EMPEROR, AND FOR THE PARTRIDGES!"

Logan raised his great axe into the air, "YOU SONS OF BITCHES!"

As soon as the Dark Eldar were dead, the Partridges left, when Logan Grimnar returned to the hive world, the streets were abuzz with news that had been brought to them by a herald of the partridges, they were safe because the galactic partridges had saved them.

And so Logan Grimnar screamed his rage to the skies

More Partridge Dickery

Max's lasgun was hot to the touch as he worked the trigger. The Orks had been fighting a tough battle, but hadn't come prepared to face two very pissed off leman russ crews.

They were winning this fight. For the first time in his career, Max could taste victory.

"Forward to vi...". But the Commissar is cut off by a steam of plasma fire flying past his head.

"ALL GLORY BELONGS TO THE PARTRIDGES!" The marines yell as they scream by overhead, plumes of smoke and fire pouring from their jump packs.

The remaining ten or so Orks are quickly cut down by a flurry of chainswords and plasma fire.

The guardsman watch, speechless, as the gold trimmed space marines plant a flag honoring their own epic battle against the Orks in their effort to save a fleeing guard force.

"What in the name of the Emprah do you think you are doing?". Max's Commissar yells.

"No need to thank me, good guardsman, we serve to protect.". The Galactic Partridge sergeant says dutifully before sticking a purity seal flaunting the glory of the Partridges to the Commissar's astounded face.