Galactic Partridges

Galactic Partridges
Battle Cry	All Glory Belongs the Partridges! Haters Shall Hate!
Number	Unknown
Founding	First
Successors of	None
Successor Chapters	None
Chapter Master	Harry Partridge
Primarch	Ollanius Partridge
Homeworld	Peart'Ree/Crusader Fleet/At least 12 other Fortress Monasteries
Strength	At least 1000, Codex Partridges Standard
Specialty	Assault and Deep Strikes
Allegiance	Imperium
Colours	Blue and white foursquare, green helmet, and gold trim

A Space Partridge in all of his MAGNIFICENT GLOREH!

One of /tg/'s homebrew chapters, the Galactic Partridges go by many names. They are known as the Great Destroyers, the Theives of Glory, the Angels of Douchebaggery. According to greek legend, the first partridge appeared when Daedalus threw his nephew, Perdix, off a roof in a fit of jealous rage. Sticking true to mythological themes, then, 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, Logan Grimnar is almost constantly surveyed by the Partridge's extensive and advanced surveillance system; whenever any glory is to be had by the most prestigious Space Wolf alive, the Partridges arrive on the scene to claim it for themselves.

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

Aspects of Note

• Librarians: Called Egomancers, the Librarians of the Galactic Partridges draw psychic power directly from the massively overdeveloped collective ego of the Chapter. They are able to draw on power that instantly bends lesser wills to the belief that the Partridges are truly mighty exemplars of humanity. This power is unable to work at great range, nor does it affect Xenos and other Space Marines in any significant way.
• Chaplains: Called Heralds, they are most commonly deployed at major population centers and in critical social situations, in order to preach the word of the Partridges, and to distribute Partridge-make purity seals.
• John Woo Drop Pods: Upon exiting a drop pod, the ramps lower to release a flurry of beating wings and flying plumage, granting any embarking units a 5+ cover save on the opponent's next shooting phase.

5+ cover, bitches.

Dramatis Personae Partridgae

• Primarch Ollanius Partridge: One of the Emperor's Lost Primarchs, crafted from his gene-seed and considered the personification of the Emperor's lust for glory. It was he who arrived in Horus's throne room during the final hours of the Horus Heresy, only to find Sanguinius dead and the Emperor on his last legs. However, the history of the Mighty and Glorious Galactic Partridges is murky. Some say the Ollanius gave his life for the Emperor. Others say that he went on a crusade to another galaxy after the Emperor's enthronement. Some say, as well, that it is the Partridge's lost, crusading Primarch who is driving the Tyranids into the Milky Way in fear before his great crusade.

• Chapter Master Harry Partridge: Considered the greatest Space Marine ever to have lived, it was he who sent the great and mighty Kaldor Draigo into the warp, entombing him there for all eternity due to a debt left unpaid. It is said that he wears a suit of great, golden Terminator armour which rivals that of the Emperor himself. Of course, no one has ever seen it; it is literally covered in a swath of hard-earned purity seals, each bearing witness to the great battles and victories of the eminent commander.

• The Supremely Glorious and Grand Kaiba: First Chapter Master of the Galactic Partridges and the greatest Egomancer in history. When the Galactic Partridges sallied forth to reach Prospero before the Space Wolves, it was Kaiba's massive ego that allowed him to forsee the Thousand Sons turn to chaos, and their attack on Fenris one thousand years later. Kaiba allowed the Space Wolves to reach Prospero first; this act earnt the Legion the everlasting enmity of the Space Wolves. To this day Prospero is one of the only Space Wolf victories in history thanks to the Galactic Partridges, although they still take credit for it.

The Saviours of Logan Grimnar

"Thanks, Logan, this gift is very acceptable."

The Magnificent Defeat of 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

The Glorious Deployment of the Fowl Array

Logan Grimnar waited, the Eldar were about to match into his carefully laid trap. He watched as they came closer to his mens positions when suddenly over the vox: "Haters gonna hate."

"NO, NO EMPRAH DAMN IT NOOOOO! CHARGE, CHARGE NOW AND KILL THE ELDAR!!" "But milord the pl-" "SCREW THE PLAN KILL THEM BEFO-"

Suddenly numerous droppods crashed into the ground around the Eldar, as the droppods open light filled the forests and Partridges swarmed out of the droppods.

As the Galactic Partridges began firing at the Eldar, the flock of bird immediately turned to the space marines and swarmed them.

"MILORD!" screamed a space wolves over the bolter fire in the valley below "I CANT SEE THROUGH ALL THESE BIRDS" Logan cut down more Partridges than he cared to count screaming litanies of fury at the Galactic Partridges.

When the birds finally cleared the Galactic Partridges were gone, the Eldar were dead and in the center of the valley there stood a gigantic banner no doubt deep striked "ALL GLORY TO THE PARTRIDGES, WE'RE NUMBER 1"

"Milord, shall we try to claim credit before they can get to population centers?" "It's too late for that" Logan muttered "burn down that all-father damned banner."

More Partridge Dickery

The Pacification of the Greenskin

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.

PAAAAARTRIDGESSSSSS!!!

Creed surveyed the battlefield, the testament to his skill. His Cadians had held the line bravely against the terrifying Ork WAAAUGH, only to beat back the foe again, and again, and again. Indeed, his voctory was almost complete.

He turned to his aide, issuing orders and commands. The commands spread over the vox channels, and his host performed just as planned. The Orks were given some headway into his forces, exposing their rear to the elite troops he had planted behind the field in secret.

Indeed, all was going just as he had expected it to. How could a simple Ork chieftain expect to out-maneuver the mighty Creed? He lit a cigar as the Ork host fell before him. He was a genius. A tact-

Suddenly, an array of drop pods fell from the sky. For the first time since the day began, Creed was confused. He hadn't requested any Space Marine backup, nor had he heard of any fleets in the region. What were these marines doing on his field?

The pods landed, their hatches opening to let loose a cloud of pigeons, partridges, and fowl of all nature.

Oh Emperor. Not them.

Creed hastily issued more commands, pressing his men to make a final assault and ensure their - The Imperial Guard's- victory.

Cries of "Haters Gonna Hate" and "All Glory for the Partridges echoed from across the battlefield. Creeds lines faltered, as his own men began to cheer on the Galactic Partridge Space Marines, even as they butchered Ork and Guard alike. Creed breathed deep from his cigar.

Fuck.

And They Shall Know No Shame

The Autarch drew his blade slowly, staring into the eyes of the Slaeneshi daemon prince. Their thousand year duel would end today, upon this bloody world. The ancient Eldar tried to control his hatred, his seething anger; this was the daemon whose armies had lain waste to his craftworld, burned countless maiden worlds, and had slaughtered his people for too long. Just as he was about to charge, a shadow flew over the daemon, and a land raider fell from the sky, crushing the Autarch's foe. He could only look on in confusion at the scene: a single ghastly arm visible from beneath the tank's treads, twitching in a spreading pool of blood. Suddenly several Space Marines burst from the wrecked vehicle and started launching "Partridges #1" t-shirts to the remnants of both armies. Another space marine, higher ranking by the looks of it stood atop the tank, planting a giant flag with a flourish. "GLORY TO PEART'REE! GLORY TO THE PARTRIDGES!"

Playing the Partridges

There are two primary methods that the aspiring Glorious and Fantastic Partridge Player can employ when playing this elite force:

1. Stop, Drop, and Troll: Find a couple of people who have a game underway. Watch them play, encourage one player or another; preferably, whoever is playing an Imperium faction. Bonus points if they're playing Space Wolves. When the game looks like it's about to be securely won, bring out your Assault Partridges and Drop Pods. Start rolling, and declare a great and mighty victory for the Galactic Partridges.
2. Reserve the Flock: Play with an ally, and only set up minimal forces for the outset of the battle. Your HQ, and two units of scouts. Harass the enemy lines while letting your ally bear the brunt of the force. Then, when all hope seems loss and the situation turns grim, DEEP STRIKE! Deploy your massive army of Assault Partridges, and steamroll your foe. They won't know what hit them.

Agree after the game is over to allow you to take the credit. Hell, the other guy would never have made it if it weren't for you.

Oh, and here's the thread that started it all: [[1]]