Ticuu’s Divination
Ticuu’s Divination Lore: Three points, pushed through forever. The two Legionaries rooted through the armory of their deposed emperor. They swept the rubble aside and lifted a Bow of sharp metal, its thin frame of blackened blades bound with wire. “This is the one the Psions made so you can’t miss.” “Huh. How’d they do it?” “They put time in it.” “What kinds of time?” “Kinds so when you shoot, that’s always when the arrows hit.” “You never ever miss?” “Not unless you were going to anyway.” “But if you do miss, it’ll make it a time that you don’t?” “Right. Unless this time was a time when you did.” ** It was the third day of the dry joining. Ticuu’s voice was rasped raw, but still he clutched the Bow to his chest and held it placid in his mind. Ticuu melded his thoughts with the null. A bastardized metaconcert, one voice in the expanse—a temporal harmony of one. Three arrows, hissing faintly with Solar power, bristled in his fist. Then, an echo: a rusty whine of horsehair on frayed wire. Ticuu plucked the bowstring. Spots of blood appeared on the floor. He plucked again, filling the air with oppressive vibration. Blood welled from his fingers and dripped to match the pattern at his feet. ** “How’s it make arrows?” “They come from time, because they got put there before.” “When you shoot it, how’s it know what heads to hit?” “It goes in time and gets a future where heads always had arrows in ’em.” “But which heads, though?” “The ones that had arrows already.” ** Ticuu’s mind emptied itself, dissipating across the pitch and froth of what was to be. Time was an empty wheel around him. His song held it, and the joining pinned it in place. Three points of harmony between the will and the physical. His fist rose. Three shafts pierced his Y-shaped pupil. They had always been there. Three points, pushed through forever. Discover More Weapons Here
Dead Man’s Tale
Dead Man’s Tale Lore: “Long, short, they all end the same way.” —Katabasis Gaelin-4’s war beast leads us through balmy Venusian jungle. Our rifles low, our Ghosts high in the canopy like sentry drones. “My vehicle is old. Needs maintenance. Been running too long without cutting the engine,” I say. Gaelin sends me a sideways look. “That shipwright still around? She used to make cider in the autumn. I swear, she kept us like a pack of strays.” I sigh. “No, I mean this thing.” I run my hand over my body. “Besides, you know I can’t go back there.” I straighten the leather wrap around my Tex-foundry rifle. “You know I literally tune myself, right?” asks the Exo Hunter. “Why? You’re immortal.” “And you’re not?” “I know, but I’m… slower. I feel slower.” “Uh huh.” “Just not like what I used to feel like. Not… spry. Not up here either.” I tap my helmet. “Tragedy. I feel for you. Have Gilgamesh tune you then.” I chuckle. “Yeah… he’d love that.” “You two having issues again?” I shake my head in a stiff, narrow lie. “You think we come back the same every time?” “I do. Straight from the manufacturer ,” Gaelin-4 says. “Sometimes I get the feeling… something’s different.” Gaelin stops and squints at me. I dip my head and let my hood fall forward. “Nothing I can put my finger on, just little things. Adjustments.” “You think he’s changing you?” Gaelin’s voice sounds more serious than surprised. I wait too long to answer. It’s not because I don’t know my answer, but because I want to feel like I still doubt it. I raise my head. Gaelin meets my eyes and looks up to the canopy. He leans his shoulder into me and drops his voice to a whisper. “My Clip’s a good one, but you need to realize Ghosts don’t know anything. Nobody does. They’re just like us. They get curious. They question. If you think something’s coming unwound, you need to sit down and talk it out.” “Wait… did Clip change yo—” “Please,” Gaelin scoffs. “You’re paranoid.” He turns to keep walking and calls back, “Life changes you. Same with them. I’m the only one that stays the same.” Gaelin raises a fist and we stop. His war beast sniffs the air and turns us east. We continue walking. “What’d you name the beast?” “Castus.” “You’ve been reading too many of the Spider’s books .” “Some of ’em are good.” I laugh. “Aren’t you the man that said anything you got tying you down can be made into a noose?” “Yeah, some time ago.” “You’ve been taking a lot of jobs with him ? Those Fallen?” “You’re one to talk, Emperor’s lackey . Some of those Eliksni aren’t so bad.” Discover More Weapons Here
Royal Entry
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Threaded Needle
Threaded Needle Lore: “Most of our advanced tech was first used against us by alien races. Time to return the favor.” —Lord Saladin Ignovun, Chosen of the Cabal, spent all day receiving honors. After Empress Caiatl’s announcement, every Legionnaire in the land tank had come to jealously salute him for his promotion. It was the appointment of a lifetime. Deep within the Halphas Electus, Ignovun oversaw his arena’s preparation. There was the hanging of Caiatl’s banners, the anointing of his ammunition, and the intonement of the Litany of the Chosen by an imperial mythkeeper. He was fitted for new armor that gleamed in the light. He was briefed on the protocols of the Rite, and the expectations of his victory. But now, alone in the arena, doubt creeps into Ignovun’s thoughts. Ghaul believed that the strength of the smallmen was their Light. He reasoned that the power of the Traveler, like any weapon, could be stripped from the enemy and used against them. Clearly, he was wrong. Ignovun believes differently. Their strength comes not from Light, but from death. The Guardians are already walking corpses, and yet they fight on. They have all died a thousand times, while Ignovun has yet to die even once. How can he defeat an opponent whom death cannot best? Suddenly, the treacherous ravings of Ixel, the Far-Reaching did not seem so absurd. If the Cabal are to triumph over the smallmen, they will have to succeed where Ghaul failed. They will have to bring mortality to the Vanguard. Ignovun knows that these musings will not save him. But he does not fear: if the smallmen can face death, then so can he. Discover More Weapons Here
Frozen Orbit
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Brass Attacks
Brass Attacks Lore: “If looks could kill, you wouldn’t even have to aim this thing.” —Banshee-44 Banshee-44 hefted the Sidearm, testing its balance in his metal grip. Nice piece of work. He pulled the slide and peered through the ejection port. The barrel was true and the spring assembly was smooth as silicone. The brass plating and custom Picatinny rail were classy touches too. Just his speed. Construction Redjacks had pulled the pistol from the build site of the H.E.L.M. Some of their deeper combat coding must have kicked in, because they brought the piece to him directly. Banshee wondered how long this beauty had been stuck in the rubble. Hell, maybe it was buried there intentionally. Evidence of some evil deed from way back. Well, any dirt on this hardware was long forgotten by now. Banshee set to disassembling the gun, his hands working faster than the eye could follow. In just a few seconds, he had it in constituent parts on his bench. He scanned the surface of each component, looking for the maker’s mark. There! A tiny inscription on the trigger pin. Almost imperceptible, even to his digital eyes. He examined the pin through his loupe. The mark read “B-44.4.C-6”. Seemed like a part number. Guess he’d never know who crafted it. It really was a helluva piece, though. Whoever made it had a real eye for the game. Wherever you came from, he thought, it’s time to find you a new home. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales.
Retrofuturist
Retrofuturist Lore: They were so optimistic about us. I watch them frolic blithely beneath their oblivious god. I am among those assembled to witness their training. They wish to become stronger than the Cabal. Than Xivu Arath. Than the Hive. Their ignorance of their true enemy is overwhelming—they cannot even put a name to it. I am choked with rancid ambrosia. Two men now remain in the artificial battleground. Their movements are simplistic: one charges blindly ahead. The other rolls to the side, fires a shotgun, and his opponent falls. The victor turns to the crowd and removes his helmet. Oily fluids bead on the flesh of his face. He bears teeth that squirm with microbial life. He throws his arms upward in jubilation and the masses cheer. I do not join them—this form affords me some dignities. Behind the creature reveling in minor triumph, sacrilege: A perfect being materializes. It gathers meat and offal from the ground and reassembles it. An unfathomable gift is given. The crowd has seen this miracle countless times. It has lost all meaning to them. They see it as a resource. I look up into the blank white face. I feel its Light on my cheeks. It no longer burns me. Each revival is a choice. I know what to do. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales.
The Palindrome (Adept)
The Palindrome (Adept) Lore: Draw, O Coward! Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor. Quisque at vehicula lacus, in molestie tellus. Duis consequat odio sit amet posuere pulvinar. Quisque sapien ex, porttitor eget imperdiet eu, varius quis nibh. Praesent id rhoncus dui. Duis nunc ex, accumsan quis fringilla ut, scelerisque eu lectus. Sed tristique non elit sed porttitor. Etiam scelerisque elit mi, et bibendum metus egestas vitae. Proin a purus a ligula eleifend eleifend. Proin nec molestie odio. Proin tincidunt neque congue enim sodales eleifend a et velit. Sed mollis quis dolor ut semper. Phasellus nisi lacus, egestas sed lectus a, finibus lacinia massa. Nulla consectetur nibh quis varius porta. Donec ac dui id ex ultrices lobortis. Pellentesque lacinia erat vel massa ultricies, eget feugiat neque fermentum. Nam vestibulum metus ac est dignissim rutrum. Sed aliquet egestas turpis, ac molestie urna fringilla et. Vivamus ut mauris pretium ante aliquet dapibus. Morbi a pellentesque massa. In nibh leo, tincidunt gravida urna at, suscipit finibus turpis. Duis sed dictum dolor. Etiam tincidunt mauris nec turpis volutpat dictum. Maecenas a varius velit. Aliquam sit amet ex nec nunc viverra sollicitudin non ac nunc. Aliquam in turpis sed justo tempor eleifend at.
The Palindrome
The Palindrome Lore: Draw, O Coward! Yirix waited. She watched her prey cut slaughter through the EDZ. She watched every weapon and muscle break against their Light. She watched her prey’s little Ghost snicker with glee at the death of dozens. Bleak humor to the undying. They had exercised the same nonchalance as the Almighty bore down to exterminate their parasitic City: Guardians huddled in droves, their eyes trained skyward to watch the destruction of Amtec’s vengeance, as if it were some celebratory spectacle. Yirix and her conclave would not let that revenge be swept aside so easily. They remembered Amtec’s words. They remembered the brief hope the Sundial had shown them, and they remembered the name trailed in curses and woe. Although she and her sisters could not hope to destroy a city, they could kill the man who commanded it. She refocused her eye on the Guardian as it loaded a new cylinder into a crude metal cannon. Her trigger finger twitched in contempt as she looked upon the bodies of the Cabal she had used to lure this Guardian into the open. Yirix had once thought of Human strategies like hidden blades: cowardly and unwilling to engage in anything but guerilla warfare and decapitations of leadership. Watching the Legion disintegrate after Ghaul’s death had revealed truer interpretations. Victory cares not for honor, and headless foes cannot resist. Yirix fired and the Guardian dropped. “Well placed.” The words rippled through her mind as another Psion stepped from concealment behind Yirix. The Psion handed Yirix a new firearm—different from her longbore headhunter. It was lined in silver-colored magnetic rails that hissed with Arc charge. “The carrion Light will reveal itself in time.” “We will wait,” Yirix rippled back. In time, a small Ghost compiled into existence. Yirix waited as the Ghost circled its Guardian. She waited for the Light to build within it. She waited until her target was sure that its actions could lead to nothing but resurrection, and then she fired. The stunned Ghost fell. Joy filled her mind. “It is effective,” she thought. “Ghaul was no fool,” her subordinate rippled in response. Yirix snorted at the name. “This is not his credit. Ghaul did not invent this technology, but we will learn from his failure.” “Dispose of them. Use its primitive gun. We cannot leave any trace that may lead them back to us.” “It is done,” her subordinate thought, acting on Yirix’s orders. “We are Amtec’s vengeance.” Yirix finished her sister’s sentiment. “…and while she struck from the sun, we strike from the shadow.” Discover More Weapons Here
Bottom Dollar
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