Did I not Serve you Well? | A Warhammer 40k Comic Dub

[@GodEmperorofmankind1]

YOU NEVER KNOW IF IT IS THE ANGELS OR THE MACHINE SPIRIT.

[@MattCaliber]

Three bolts sound in the air. The daemons fall. Salamander: Let's get you home brother.

[@Bingoblin1]

**picks up bolt pistol** **leaves** **refuses to elaborate**

[@redeye4516]

I always thought it was interesting how you don't know if it was the marine's or the pistol's (machine spirit maybe) thoughts at the end. In the end, both are weapons. Both fought in service to a dying master, who may not even hear them.

[@Just__Garbage]

It took me a minute, but damn, that poor bolter.

[@MeleeSupremacy]

Ooh! That's the bolter's machine spirit? Damn... Idk why, but I'm more sad now.

[@EC-hf8ui]

Guardsman, Commisars, High lords, Sisters, Titan pilots, Astartes, you may each hold different values, but in the end it doesn't matter, you are just a coin to the imperium, like a piece of equipment, something disposable to be spent of

[@H_Eli]

Remember to pet your bolter and tell him he is a good boy.

[@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas]

Always

[@gront5172]

But be warned, it *might* overstimulate the machine spirit

[@spacewolfblackmane19]

I always found it interesting just how vastly different machine spirits are, and how much they're animated. Because the whole pseudo so, but not might work for titans, and knights. But the level of personality that some of their guns are able to display is interesting. I wonder what kind of personality would an ancient gun passed down between heros possess? And would it take on the character of its users?

[@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas]

It definitely has to absorb something of the user, right?

[@FormerGovernmentHuman]

I would have to assume some of the ancient relic weapons we hardly ever see have intelligent and quirky AI. We know the Black Templar vehicles are zealous loyalists.

[@TheWarmachine375]

0:02 The Guardsmen fight and die on worlds far away from home and there are no graves for them.

[@def3ndr887]

The soil they all should’ve been buried in has long been destroyed by the 13th black crusade

[@miriamemanueleforneris3701]

You served him well Templar, now rest, the emperor always Remember all of his soldiers

[@BingBangBong-qj9dd]

A wandering psyker roamed the corpse-laden battlefield, barely surviving the bullets, lasbolts, and shrapnel from every direction. Guardsmen and Astartes littered the rocky ground, their bodies missing chunks or ridden with holes from whatever manner of weapon used in the carnage. Powerful and infamous though he may have been by default by being a psyker, he was still human at his base, both physical and emotional, with his own wounds that were nothing major, and his anxious breathing from seeing the dead-set faces of every body. He heard a voice. It was faint, but constant, an echo that grew in noise when he went towards it. His whole life, he felt comfortable with the strange and mighty-unusual, even more so when it was discovered that he was a psyker and inducted into the Scholastica Psykana, where his connection to the warp was honed and put to use serving the Imperium. Arrived he had, but there were still dead bodies all around. Yet the echo was at it's loudest, almost as if it was below him. And below him he looked, looking at a bolter. The echoes stopped and were immediately replaced with words that wallowed out its abandonment. "Don't leave me. Please, don't leave me. I don't want to live on like this." "Curious." His anxiety was lessened a little from what would have seemed insane. But he had encountered the insane more times than he could count, and with effort at carrying the weapon of the Emperor's Angels, the voice's words had changed when the gun was picked up, confirming the psyker's thoughts of who, or what the voice belonged to, as well as startling him at it's next words. "Unhand me, you tainted wench." He almost dropped the weapon from the immediate insult, still not fully ready for the confrontation. With a shaky breath, he responded. "That isn't a proper way to thank someone who picked you off the ground, now is it?" "He's talking to himself. So they really are more insane than we thought." "I've been called insane more times than the total amount of fingers and toes I have, so your creativity is lax, in my humble opinion." A lull in the conversation, as the voice that the psyker now had an idea of what it exactly was had been pondering at finally communicating, and to someone not of it's own kind or those machine-men, no less. "So... you can hear me." Plain words "Yes." Plain reply "And you aren't of the Mechanicum." More plain words "Yes." Another plain reply "But you are a psyker." Now there was contempt. "And what are you going to do about it?" A spiteful question filled with tiredness at barely surviving and walking the aftermath of the battle, only to find the only other living things that disrespected him at every turn. The voice of the now confirmed machine spirit chuckled. "I can give you advice, user of the warp. You can point me at your chest or face, pull the trigger and find out what comes next." The chuckling turned into a full bellow. "That is the best you can do for yourself, you magic spouter." He had enough of this. His patience was built over years from the harsh training and mistreatment his kind had endured, yet this was pushing it to his absolute limits. He would drop the damned gun, stamp and dirty it, and obliterate it with his powers, and he would continue searching for a way off this damn planet and back on a cruiser. Just as he was about to do the first act, a tingling pain blossomed all over him, having him bend his knees and breathe with great heaves. Intrusion. Perversion. Removal. All unpleasant, all that needed to stop immediately. He wasn't the only one to feel them. "Nooooooo! How much longer are you going to spoil my lord and deny his body a worth rest? How much more!?" It continued on, so much so that the psyker dropped on one painful knee, yet that seemed miniscule compared to what he felt in his soul. With his utmost concentration, he blocked the sensations completely from himself and the machine spirit followed afterwards. "What" a deep breath, "was" a deep breath, "that?" a final exhale and return to his hyperventilating state. "Those," hatred more personal came from every word. "were the Daemon pickers who took my lord's body, now removing his armour like the vile creatures they are." Anger so pure it went hot all over him, the psyker felt it all too well, just as familiar as his connection to the Immaterium. Clarity suddenly came to his mind, an idea that seemed to be his only viable one, but highly dangerous at the same time, yet what other options were available to him. "Your lord. I assume he is an Astartes?" "What else could he be, you fool." uttered the boltgun in an outburst from being interrupted from his thinking. "That means his communications equipment would be able to reach off-world, to any nearby ships in range." "And what relevance does this have?" If it's mind was clear from the grief, it would realise what was about to be suggested. "A deal." The gun was now listening closely. "I go find your lord's body, and use the communications equipment to call for transport off this planet." "You wouldn't even know how to use it." "Which is why your going to help me activate and use it." "And why would I do that?" "Because if you don't, I will leave you and drop the barrier that is stopping you from experiencing those perverting intrusions." The machine spirit didn't have to think long and hard on the answer. "You won't even make it." "I am the only survivor, as far as I can tell. Who knows what might happen?" "Then we have a deal. Just make sure to let the Black Templars know of my Lord's fallen body if you succeed." "What is his name?" "I will only answer that if you succeed, something I have high doubts of." He sighed, "A little assurance would go a long way, you know." "And why would I do that?" He decided not to answer the rhetorical question and instead extracted the rucksack and lasgun off of a nearby Guardsman, making sure they had enough rations and ammo for the journey and fight ahead. He put the boltgun into the bag, the spirit voicing his displeasure of being put inside something so degrading, yet the psyker drowned it out, walking towards either his rescue of death. If he didn't make it, then at least he died knowing he tried his hardest. The machine spirit would either reunite with his Lord, or forever be abandoned on this rock until he was picked up by Imperial or archenemy hands. Only success or failure awaited them and nothing in between, and it was that which had driven them both to absolute resolution to see this to the end.

[@darthrevanihilus1108]

This is awesome, brother!

[@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas]

I need a comic series of their odyssey! Splendid writing there!

[@BingBangBong-qj9dd]

@@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas As my rekindling or 40k gets slowly higher and higher (taking the slow and steadily getting faster approach as I don't want a third burnout), my desires for writing get higher also, but that is a long time coming both in terms of current ability and what my next life choices will be. If you want a series, it's best to deligate it to someone else, as this and my Guardsman comment were reactionary. I want to make this a series, but I know that I will mess up on the deadline.

[@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas]

@BingBangBong-qj9dd do indeed take your time, brother. Inspiration and creativity is a fickle mistress. I will be here, whether it be weeks or months before you write again. My email is always open and I do try to check it every so often.

[@BingBangBong-qj9dd]

​@@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas, Tell you what. When I have much more free time, I'll see what I can come up with. I can't guarantee it'll be a lot, but maybe the bare bones with which to build up on. And since you want a comic series, this will probably be easier to write out, since my narrative comments were more word novels and this will have less description and more quotes and monologues, maybe a written script. I'll see what I come up with, but that means I will have to read more 40k novels and look up facts.

[@Flannel-Channel8837]

"Tell me Astartes, would you still serve me if I told you there was no reward after? Would you serve me if I told you all that awaited after your fall in battle was the flaying of your soul by the never born?" "If I told you that there would be no parades in your honor no song sung. And your glory unrecorded, and forgotten. Would you still serve?" "You cannot serve me if in the end you want to only serve yourself and feed the pit of pride bound deep within your heart. If I told you all these right before you walked the path of the Angel's, would you have still chosen to become my sword?" "You must give up everything to serve me. A peaceful afterlife and all the reverence and rememberance that comes with it, is just one of those things that must be sacrificed upon the pyre in order to serve me. So that I may continue to serve them."

[@EnclaveSoldier2201]

Not my comment, but I like how the dialogue is both applicable as an inner monologue of either the space marine or the bolter showing the way Imperium sees its soldiers, even the more valuable space marines who have been known to be ever so willing to pack up shop and leave and endanger civvies if the battle's not worth it.

[@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas]

Indeed!

[@yurigagarine6998]

You're right. I didn't realise that those were the gun's thoughts all along lmao.

[@VSIW]

You will serve , your story will

[@sebastiaoferreiraramos1053]

what a dishonorable end given to such a loyal warrior it always saddens me he deserved a dignified burial or to be placed inside a dreadnougth to continue his servitude au emperado GOD

[@Evileex]

I would have liked him to talk of smoke and smoke starts pouring from his armor. Then it gets so hot, the ones carrying him drop him and run. Then he stands and recoils in pain as fire bursts from his armor's joints and from the hole in his helmet... And it ends with him removing his helm and having a burning skull for a face... and he enters the warp, where his brothers of the Legion of the Damned await him.

[@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas]

Wooooh!

[@Average_shieldbasher]

A Marine crying out for someone to remember him amongst the corpses of untold numbers of guardsmen. Ironic.

[@miriamemanueleforneris3701]

Yup

[@TheWarmachine375]

0:31 Tis only a flesh wound for the Black Templar Astarte.

[@VPX-711]

"The emperor has moved on from us a long time ago brother,it is your time to rest as all of us. Your faith has blinded your whole life,leave your beliefs and rest brother for you are deceived and you're not at fault." -A long dead bretheren

[@GodEmperorofmankind1]

YOUR LORD IS EVERYTHING BUT ALIVE. HE IS ONLY A MAPS FOR HIS CARCASS OF A EMPIRE, GONE AGAINST EVERYTHING HE SAID AND DO. HE IS WAITING FOR THE SWEET RELEASE OF DEATH, BEING FREED FROM HIS TORTURE AND SUFFERING HIS ONES FAVORITE SON BOUGHT. AND YET HE IS THERE FOR YOU. THE EMPEROR PROTECTS!

[@tdpuuhailee8222]

The Emperor has spoken.

[@crazy4sian]

Rest now, noble warrior. Let's get you home.

[@feralprocessor9853]

War, war never changes.

[@TimeTravelMaster]

I'll remember you, brother marine. As Emperor as my witness!

[@feralprocessor9853]

What is your duty? To serve the Emporer's will. What is the Emporer's will? That we fight and die. What is death? It is our duty. *REPEAT*

[@relogos]

Each of us is but a cog in the great machine of the Empire.

[@djashovel]

I have a theory that every machine spirit or A lot of machine spirits Are given life from the ctan Fragment but all so power of belief. Giving those machine spirits personalities ( That's why I also think if the flood from halo was in warhammer The logic plague wouldn't work them Because they're living beings not AI and They're part of something That wouldn't Care for empty words for 😅)

[@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas]

Good thinking!

[@zawwin1846]

That also explain why they focus so much on necron tech. Same sugar daddy

[@tiberiusdawn2042]

Flood probably would find a way

[@Drone_Z-1]

Even in a desperate time the space marine will always be with hes Emperor

[@R0NTHEJELLYFISH]

is he gonna be a dreadnought?..

[@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas]

I am afraid not. He will be stripped for parts. Those are xenos...

[@feralprocessor9853]

Suffer not the xenos to draw breath!

[@chrisjulien7698]

Christ bless you, I know this is a good story because i dont know if this is the Black Templar talking but immobilized or the Bolters machine Spirit

[@muhmmadmuneeb219]

APPEASE THE MACHINE SPIRIT AT ALL COSTS. I.e get out the nuln oil bois.

[@Historyfrek4ever]

“You did, as did all those around you. And you and all humanity deserve better. But this the fate you have chosen. You, your chapter and many others choose the certainty of a god and power of warriors. But along it deamons and eternal war. You have powered them with your hate, dogma, paranoia and cruelty. Even your faith doesn’t power me enough to save all, while they have grown fat on your superstition. Look around you, this mortal fought as hard as you, like warriors, as they do forgotten on a million more battlefield. This is a warriors end. I am sorry I could not protect you from this it.”

[@skylordthe1st]

And thus the brutality of war

[@lolbots686]

The astartes lies there. Its death was drawn out,as if cruel irony demanded it. But then something happened. The astartes saw it through its good eye. A young man. The man radiated a quiet light within,his features were that of the aeons old people of Eurasia. His hair darker still. He wore simple clothes. His eyes were golden,yet unlike the emporors orbs of golden fire,this beings eyes were quieter. The boy looked weary,but perservered. Until he looked at the astartes. "Sleep,my little angel. When you wake,you shall be reborn in purpose anew." The young mans voice was peaceful,yet seared with might and authority. The astartes did so gladly. It was then the Neverborn came. The bloodletters stopped in there tracks. They saw this child for what it really was. The Revelation. The Star Child. Neoth. The Star Child turned,and with a gesture,the bloodletters were insolated in blue fire,oblerated within seconds. Then he vanished from this world. The dark king wouldn't have these souls. Not today. The ruinous powers all saw this. The humanity of the Anathema has now entered the game. And he is wholely unpredictable.

[@subzero47pl]

Im old enoght to remember reading the comic in paperback version at least 15 or so years ago 😝 and it was kinda wierd reading about a space marine a black templar no doubt being scared

[@jonathanrobles1734]

Was there a pshycical version? What's it's name?

[@subzero47pl]

@jonathanrobles1734 found it Warhammer 40,000 Mettle from Boom Studios. Or From the same studio comic called just Warhammer 40,000 which has this a 2 other short comics

[@jonathanrobles1734]

@@subzero47pl You're great man

[@archmagosno9902]

The marine sleeps the sleep of ages. His weapon, the rest of eons. Both were tools in the hands of the omnisiah made manifest. Let us bury the marine, his battle brothers will not return, it is too late to collect his seed. As for the weapon, a tool of righteousness it is, and a tool of righteousness it shall remain. Let us bring it, and return it to their chapter. 01000101 01110110 01100101 01101110 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01100100 01100101 01100001 01110100 01101000 00100000 01100100 01110101 01110100 01111001 00100000 01100100 01101111 01100101 01110011 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01100101 01101110 01100100 00101110

[@shigurekago103]

Ohh I thought this was Rylanor 😮

[@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas]

That could have also been accepted!

[@shigurekago103]

@@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas yeah but Rylanor is from the Emperor's Children legion and is a loyalist space marine, not Black templar.

[@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas]

@shigurekago103 indeed!

[@The_Smiurgh]

Is this a Re-upload i remember watching this?

[@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas]

That must beBurialgoods' version! A stellar one at that.

[@oberynne5043]

@@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas burialgoods is a terrible person, he goes on rants about how much he hates gay people, and how christian men need to rule otherwise the world is going to end. He is also a fan of using slurs quite frequently. I was in his discord, before it got nuked. I personally saw all this happen. I have a screenshot, even. Please, don't try to support burialgoods, he does not deserve it.

[@The_Smiurgh]

@@oberynne5043 Seriously? the man has an amazing Voice for well dubbing anything

[@johnjuben8635]

​@@oberynne5043 send the links then

[@Thunder_warrior]

Gay😂

[@ChaoticVoicesofAndreas]

And that is why the Thunder Warriors got exterminated.