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Postby Matapiojo » Mon Dec 20, 2010 3:05 pm

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Space Marine Creation
    - Outline:
    Spoiler
    “Every Chapter of Space Marines must induct new warriors into its ranks in order to survive. Most have recruited from their Chapter Planets and nearby worlds since the foundation of their brotherhood. This explains why many Chapters are based on feral or otherwise deadly worlds - the recruiting stock is far stronger on planets where every day is a struggle to survive. Aspirants must always be chosen when they are young, before they become too mature to accept the gene-seed that will turn them into Space Marines. Each gene-seed comprises a series of genetically tailored organs that are carefully implanted into the recruit's body. These act upon the body's natural chemistry in conjunction with hypnotherapy and physical training. For example, the implantation of a small organ called the biscopea greatly accentuates the effects of hormones controlling muscle growth, and so is the foundation of a Space Marine's prodigious strength.

    Gene-seed is a finite resource, for it is a direct delineant of the bio-manipulations that created the Emperor's Primarchs. In a very real sense, the blood of the Primarchs flows through each Space Marine's veins. It is without doubt a Chapter's single most valuable possession, for it alone allows the continued recruitment and development of Battle-Brothers. Gene-seed implants work in conjunction with body tissues to stimulate natural abilities or create abilities that are wholly new. The implants rely on the body's natural growth process to incorporate them into the Space Marine's physiology. This organ implantation goes hand in hand with a harsh routine of physical and spiritual training. This is achieved by means of hypnotic suggestion, prolonged meditation, vigorous spiritual tests, and gradual initiation into the cult rites of the Chapter. All of these processes serve to harden the Space Marine's mental prowess and sharpen his instinctual senses.”
    / Codex: Space Marines (5e), p.10 - The Making of a Space Marine
Implants
    - Implant functions:
    Spoiler
    Mucranoid - [i]The Weaver
    This organ responds to chemical stimuli, causing the Space Marine to secrete a waxy substance that seals his skin. Marines are cocooned in this way before they enter suspended animation, and the process can even protect them from vacuum and extremes of temperature.

    Larraman's Organ - The Healer
    When a Space Marine is wounded, the blood forms an instant layer of scar tissue, staunching blood flow and protecting the wound. This organ is responsible for producing the special blood cells called Larraman cells that make this possible.

    Omophagea - The Remembrancer
    Space Marines can gain part of a person or creature's memory by eating its flesh. This special organ is implanted between the thoracic vertebrae and the stomach wall. It works by absorbing genetic material from the meal itself.

    Occulobe - The Eye of Vengeance
    Thanks to this organ, Space Marines have eyesight that is far sharper and more capable in low-light environs than a normal man's.

    Secondary Heart - The Maintainer
    Situated on the right side of their chest, this secondary heart is capable of boosting the blood supply or maintaining full life functions with the primary's destruction.

    Biscopea - The Forge of Strength
    This organ is implanted into the chest cavity where it releases special muscle-building hormones, greatly increasing the Space Marine's strength.

    Oolitic Kidney - The Purifier
    This emergency detoxification organ allows a Space Marine to survive poisons and gases that are too powerful for even his rugged system.

    Preomnor - The Neutraliser
    Space Marines have a second or pre-stomach that allows them to eat otherwise poisonous or indigestible materials. Deadly poisons are either neutralised or isolated from the digestive tract.

    Interface - The Black Carapace
    The hardened and shell-like ribcage of the Space Marine is covered with a stiff membrane. Neuron connectors from the membrane penetrate the Space Marine's spine and connect his motor nervous system to the interface. Connectors on the interface link up to the Space Marine's armour, equipment controls or monitors. This allows the Space Marine to control an armoured suit with all the speed and precision of his own body.

    Haemastamen - The Blood Maker
    The Haemastamen alters the constituent make-up of the host's blood, making it considerably more efficient than that of an ordinary human.

    Multi-lung - The Imbiber
    Space Marines can close off their normal lungs in favour of the bio-engineered multi-lung. The multi-lung enables the host to breath poisonous atmospheres or even water.

    Lyman's Ear - The Sentinel
    The internal organs of the normal human ear are removed and replaced with the Lyman's Ear. As a result, a Space Marine's hearing is not only sharper, but they can filter out or enhance specific sounds. The organ also affects balance, so a Space Marine is unlikely to become disoriented as a result of motion.

    Sus-an Membrane - The Hibernator
    This brain implant allows a Space Marine to enter a voluntary state of suspended animation in which he can survive for centuries if necessary.

    Betcher's Gland - The Poison Bite
    A Space Marine can synthesise acidic poison in this modified salivary gland which he can spit at foes or use to burn away the strongest of metals.

    Ossmodula - The Ironheart
    This small implant made into the lower part of the brain affects bone growth. As a result, Space Marines have a tremendously strong and fast-healing skeleton and their rib cage is fused into a solid protective shell.

    Neuroglottis - The Devourer
    By chewing, tasting or smelling a substance a Space Marine can test it for toxicity and nutritive content. The organ also allows the Space Marine to identify subtle odours in the same way as a tracker dog.

    Catalepsean Node - The Unsleeping
    Space Marines can rest half of their brain at once, and thus stay awake for days at a time. The Catalepsean Node which makes this possible is implanted into the brain where it controls circadian rhythms of sleep and the Space Marine's response to sleep deprivation.

    Progenoids - The Gene-seeds
    Every Space Marine has these organs, one implanted in the neck and another in the chest. The organs respond to the presence of other implants in the body by creating germ cells corresponding to those implants. These germ cells grow and are stored in the progenoid organs. Mature progenoid organs can be removed and new implants artificially cultured from them. This is the only way new implants can be created, so a Chapter depends upon its Space Marines to create other Space Marines.”[/i] / Codex: Space Marines (5e), p.10 & 11 - The Making of a Space Marine // Original White Dwarf Article

    - Marine's poison spit:
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    “Surgically implanted into their salivary glands, the Betcher could release a limited amount of corrosive and highly toxic venom each day.” / Blood Gorgons, p.130 - **

    - Hardened teeth and acid saliva:
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    “Finally, with a last look of resignation, Barsabbas began to bite at the chains on his wrists. They were thick industrial links. At first the shock of cold metal against his teeth alarmed him, but he worked through the pain and continued to chew at the metal. A Space Marine’s teeth, although heavy and calcified in order to chew indigestible proteins and fibre, could not manage iron. But by the time his calcified enamel was beginning to crack, Barsabbas had mostly lost feeling in his mouth anyway. He salivated, allowing his Betcher’s gland to drool acidic mucus as he worked. He savaged the links at his wrist. Finally the metal, softened by acid, gave way with a snap that split all his remaining molars. Spitting outflakes of iron and fragments of his own teeth, Barsabbas tore his way out of his restraints and began to recouple the power cables to his reactor pack.” / Blood Gorgons, p.151 - **

    - Recycling previously stored toxins offensively:
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    "The primul lord kept the claw pinned hard with his spear, one handed, as he drew out a bite-dagger to finish Priad off. The twinned blade rose up.

    In the final second, Priad remembered his benediction. He was still envenomed from that lucky omen on the Cydides Isthmus. He was a striking snake. He tensed the Betcher's glands in his hard palette, where the green-back viper's toxins had been contained, and spat into the primul lord's eyes.

    The primul screamed and fell back, clawing at his mask."
    / Brothers of the Snake, p.408 - **

    - Chapters make unique alterations to implants:
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    “Due to the Soul Drinkers’ gene-seed the omophagea, the organ implanted in every novice during his conversion to a Space Marine, was different to that of most other Chapters. Its purpose was to absorb racial memories and psycho-genetic traces from ingested organic matter – allowing the Marine to gain intelligence on how to use the enemy’s weapons, into their beliefs and morale, sometimes even battle plans and troop locations. The Soul Drinkers’ omophagea was overactive compared to those of other Marines, delivering an experience both more intense and less precise. It was one of the cornerstones of the Soul Drinkers’ beliefs that they could experience the thoughts and feelings of their enemies and come out sane and uncorrupted, furnished as much with disdain for their inhumanity as with knowledge of their behaviour.” / Soul Drinker's, p.15 - **

    - Preomnor power:
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    “One of his implants, the preomnor, was a predigestive stomach capable of processing a wide variety of poisonous or otherwise indigestible material – if he so chose, Aramus could consume and digest the scaffolding and the cushions and all, without any concern but that he might receive a few splinters along the way. And if a Space Marine should happen to ingest something that the preomnor was incapable of processing, the neuroglottis implanted at the back of his mouth would allow him to detect the fact in time for him to spit it out before swallowing any of it.” / Dawn of War II, p.94 - **

    - Marines taste memories:
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    “Barsabbas sighed wearily. First, he and Sargaulres wore their oaths of brotherhood. The Astartes implant known as the omophagea allowed for learning by eating. Through the implant they were able to ‘read’ or absorb genetic material that they consumed, the omophagea transmitting the gained information to the brain as a set of memories or experiences. The Blood Gorgons remembered a time when they had fought against one another. Although they had always been one Chapter, the Reforging was part of their Chapter history. The oaths reminded them of this, or so the veterans said. Barsabbas could not remember the Reforging. That was before his time and no more than a curious relic of history.” / Blood Gorgons, p.44 - **
Physique
    - Marine attributes surpass those of peak human subjects:
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    “Transhuman dread. Aximand had heard iterators talk of the condition. He’d heard descriptions of it from regular Army officers too. The sight of an Adeptus Astartes was one thing: taller and broader than a man could ever be, armoured like a demigod. The singularity of purpose was self-evident. An Adeptus Astartes was designed to fight and kill anything that didn’t annihilate it first. If you saw an Adeptus Astartes, you knew you were in trouble. The appearance alone cowed you with fear.” / Age of Darkness, p.163 - **

    Spoiler
    “The enemy – their armour a polished magenta trimmed in silver, as Loken later discovered when he viewed them with his helmet off – firmly held the induction gates into the inner palace. They were big men, tall, thick through the chest and shoulders, and at the peak of fitness. Not one of them, not even the tallest, came up to the chin of one of the Luna Wolves. It was like fighting children.” / Horus Rising, p.23 - **

    - Weight of a Space Marine:
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    “Bond Brother Gemistos led the way, sprinting at full speed, all three hundred kilos of him. An ironclad juggernaut crashed through the dark eldar, swinging his antlered helmet from side to side.” / Blood Gorgons, p.11 - **

    Spoiler
    “Although he weighed close to three hundred and sixty kilos in armour, the sheer numbers rocked his heels.” / Blood Gorgons, p.51 - **

    Spoiler
    “Baeder drew his bayonet, unsure of what he hoped to achieve with it. He clenched his power fist with the other hand. This would be it, he realised. If he hesitated now, then he could never look his men in the eyes again. He could never give an order or be saluted. All the privileges of command would now be repaid. Biting down on his tongue, Baeder leapt out of the cabin and drove his fist at the Legionnaire's chest.

    ...

    Furious, yet stunned, Jormeshu simply threw his weight into the commander. With five hundred kilograms of post-human sinew and augmetic plate, Jormeshu collided with his opponent and ran him into the ground.”
    / Flesh and Iron, p.286 - **

    - Terminator bulk:
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    “Lysander, the five-strong squad wore Terminator armour, a mark of the esteem in which the Chapter held the First Company, and the rarest and most advanced piece of wargear in the Chapter’s armouries. Each man was closer to a walking tank than a single soldier, close to three metres tall and not much less across.” / Endeavour of Will, p.27 - **

    - Varying Chaos Marine heights:
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    “Where Sargaul reached almost two hundred and fifty centimetres tall in bare feet, Barsabbas was short for a Traitor Marine, topping out at two metres thirty in plated height.” / Blood Gorgons, p.14 & 15 - **

    Spoiler
    “At well over two metres eighty, when Hazareth faced Kloden square on, he cast a shadow over Kloden’s face.” / Blood Gorgons, p.48 - **

    Spoiler
    “Three armoured superhumans, the tallest almost three metres in height, waited for them.” / Flesh and Iron, p.324 - **

    - A guardsman notes a Marine's bulk and speed:
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    “But in there, there s a man. And then it moves, all that plate, tonnes and tonnes of it, and you know it can move quicker than you can, it can kill you quicker than you can blink, and then you think: I was right the first time. It is a machine, a nightmare machine, and if we need to make a thing like this to keep us alive, then the universe is a scary place.” / Hammer and Bolter (#7), p.37 - **

    - Reforming an amputated wrist and preparing it for an implant:
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    “The missing hand had been bagged in sterile jelly, and nanotic serums injected to reform the wrist so it would accept an augmetic implant in a week or so. Loken could still see the scars where Vipus had used his chainsword to amputate his own hand.” / Horus Rising, p.76 - **

    - Marine immortality:
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    “Death was the single expectation of each and every Astartes. Violent death. It was not an if, it was a when. In the service of the Imperium, each of them would eventually sacrifice his life. They were phlegmatic about it. It would happen, it was that simple. One day, tomorrow, next year. It would happen.

    There was an irony, of course. To all intents and purposes, and by every measurement known to the gene-scientists and gerontologists, the Astartes, like the primarchs, were immortals. Age would not wither them, nor bring them down. They would live forever… five thousand years, ten thousand, beyond even that into some unimaginable millennium. Except for the scythe of war.

    Immortal, but not invulnerable. Immortality was a by-product of their Astartes strengths. Yes, they might live forever, but they would never get the chance. Immortality was a by-product of their Astartes strengths, but those strengths had been gene-built for combat. They had been born immortal only to die in war. That was the way of it. Brief, bright lives. Like Hastur Sejanus, the warrior Loken was replacing. Only the beloved Emperor, who had left the warring behind, would truly live forever.”
    / Horus Rising, p.123 - **
Miscellaneous
    - Space Marines do not often face threats that cause heavy losses:
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    “'By the time it became clear that we were facing something more than a mere civil insurrection, the world was already lost,' Paulus continued, 'and many of my battle-brothers with it.' He paused, letting the magnitude of that sink in; threats potent enough to cause the loss of a significant number of Space Marines were few and far between, and not to be taken lightly. 'I do not wish to see Scintilla go the same way.'” / Innocence Proves Nothing, p.155 - **

Equipment
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Armour - Miscellaneous
    - Visor meassuring distance:
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    "Errant bullets from the greenskins’ chain guns and solid-shot cannons chipped at the rock wall. A shard spanged against Dak’ir’s pauldron but he barely felt it. The spatial display on his right helmet lens told him the orks were just three hundred and sixty-five point three metres away." / Salamander, p.329 - **

    - Power Helmet systems:
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    "Like powered armour the suit's helmet contains its combat system. Referred to as auto-senses, features include thought-activated comms-link, bio-status readouts, full diagnostic and self repair functions, microphone, amplifiers, ear-protectors and an auto-reactive photochromatic visor to prevent the dazzling effect of sudden bright lights. Once plugged into his suit (a long procedure which requires the aid of several tech-adepts), the suit's visor also displays tactical information such as maps, way-point markers, compass, target recognition friend or foe and range-finder information and gives access to all the suits systems." / Imperial Armour Volume 4, p.15 - The Anphelion Project - Red Scorpions' Terminator

    - Helmet's auto-targetting systems:
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    “He turned and emptied the last of his clip, auto targetters skipping from one head to the next.” / Blood Gorgons, p.115 - **

    - Sync between helmet and Bolter targetting systems, as well as many other environmental sensors and alarms:
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    “Barsabbas checked he had a full load in his sickle pattern bolter clip. His helmet HUD powered up, its ocular targeting syncing with his bolter sights. Slabs of system reports scrolled by his peripheral vision: climate, energy readouts, atmospheric toxicity, all of which Barsabbas ignored as the alarms brayed and amber cabin lights flashed.” / Blood Gorgons, p.49 - **

    - Helmet bio-sensors scanning multiple targets:
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    “These three were alive, their living signatures throbbing with vital signs in Cython’s HUD.” / Blood Gorgons, p.62 - **

    - Helmet storing visual data "manually":
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    “Sica made sure to recognise them, blinking his eyes to capture file-picts of the enemy.” / Blood Gorgons, p.63 - **

    - Multiple optic sensors present in helmet:
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    “As a matter of automatic reaction, the Blood Gorgons switched to thermal vision. Nothing. Night reflection. Nothing. Multilight overlay. Nothing. It was an unnatural darkness flooding in from the warp.” / Blood Gorgons, p.101 - **

    Spoiler
    “My helm had thermal viewing, but the ruins of it lie back at the uplink station.” / Fear the Alien, p.271 - **

    Spoiler
    “'I see it,' Talos voxed. He stared into the darkness, looking away into the six hundred metres of shadowed chamber to the north. 'It emerged from the wall a moment ago.'

    'I see it, too.' This, from Variel. He approached Talos and hefted his bolter, his thermal sight easily piercing the gloom. 'Blood of the Emperor, Mercutian wasn’t lying.'”
    / Fear the Alien, p.320 - **

    - Soft limit to potent speed detection in optic sensors at range:
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    “According to his helmet’s onboard display, the craft was travelling at supersonic speeds of Mach four point five, but Barsabbas estimated they were going hypersonic; his power armour simply did not register faster momentum.” / Blood Gorgons, p.143 - **

    - Helmet's potent sonic amplification:
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    “Like a herder, Barsabbas fired his boltgun into the dense, mass of slaves. He switched his vox-casters to maximum amplitude and screamed so loud that the rafters rattled and the dirty paned windows blew out. Terrified of the braying giant in armour, the captured plainsmen overran their guards. Hundreds of slaves ran amok. People began to shriek in terror.” Blood Gorgons, p.128 - **

    - Self-supportive integrated systems:
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    "The armoured panels that covered my arms were scratched and dented, but they seemed immovably fixed, as though they were somehow grafted to my body. The ceramite plates looked heavy and formidable, and yet I could not feel their weight at all. It was as though they were made of the air itself. The armour supports its own weight. It does not sap my strength; it gives strength to me." / Dawn of War: Tempest, p.208 - **

    - Power Armour in vacuum:
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    “With his helmet fixed on, a Space Marine in full power armour could survive in hard vacuum almost indefinitely.” / Dawn of War II, p.155 - **

    - Power Armour is almost invisible to thermal sensors:
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    “Space Marine armour was an insulated exterior of ceramite and adamantium, almost invisible to thermal or heat detection.” / Blood Gorgons, p.41 - **

    - Nano-tech innards:
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    “Morvox raised his right arm. The ceramite of his vambrace slid back, exposing a deep well within. It looked like the entire forearm had been hollowed out and lined with nanotronics.” / Hammer and Bolter (#7), p.57 - **
Armour - Profile(s)
    - Artificer Armour:
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    “Though the two are superficially similar in appearance, artificer armour is as far beyond power armour as power armour is beyond the carapace used by Space Marine Scouts and elite Imperial Guard formations. Indeed, cunningly wrought damage control mechanisms and superdense construction materials ensure that most suits of artificer armour offer a degree of protection rivalling that of Tactical Dreadnought armour.

    A suit of artificer armour is an incredibly valuable relic, often having belonged to several great heroes of the Chapter. Many elements of the suit will have been repaired or replaced over the years and its heraldry amended for each bearer, but it is still held to be the same suit of armour and venerated as such.

    Due to its rarity, to wear a suit of artificer armour is an honour afforded only to the mightiest warriors of a Chapter - typically its Chapter Masters, Captains and members of the Honour Guard. Techmarines also wear a form of artificer armour. These are rarely as old and venerable as the other suits, but are power armour substantially modified and improved upon by several generations of Techmarines. Such suits contain a bewildering array of mechanical interfaces and built-in servo-tools, the better to aid the Techmarine in his duties.

    Models equipped with artificer armour receive an armour save of 2+.”
    / Codex: Space Marines (5e), p.102 - Wargear: Armour

    - Power Armour:
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    “Power armour is the standard protection for Space Marine warriors and its distinctive outline casts fear into the enemies of Mankind. Made from thick ceramite plates and electrically motivated fibre bundles that replicate and enhance the movements of the wearer, power armour offers some of the best protection the Imperium can provide. Models equipped with power armour receive an armour save of 3+.” / Codex: Space Marines (5e), p.102 - Wargear: Armour

    - Scout Armour:
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    “Scout armour is formed of thick plates of carapace armour, easily capable of stopping a bullet. Less cumbersome and noisy than power armour, scout armour is ideal for the subtle infiltration work that its wearers embark upon and allows a greater freedom of motion. Models with Scout armour receive a 4+ armour save.” / Codex: Space Marines (5e), p.102 - Wargear: Armour

    - Terminator Armour:
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    “Also known as Tactical Dreadnought armour, Terminator armour is the best protection a Space Marine can be equipped with. Designed for close-quarters fighting aboard Space Hulks and other confined areas, Terminator armour is capable of withstanding almost any attack. The ceramite plates can deflect most conventional assaults, whilst the Crux Terminatus on every Terminator's shoulder plate serves as a ward capable of turning aside even attacks from power weapons or melta fire. It is even said that Terminator armour can withstand the titanic energies at a plasma generator's core, and that this was in fact the armour's original purpose.

    Due to the powerful exoskeleton and power sources built into their armour, models in Terminator armour have the relentless universal special rule.

    On the other hand, this armour is somewhat cumbersome, so Space Marine Terminators are not able to pursue a more lightly armoured foe when they flee. Terminators cannot perform a Sweeping Advance.

    A model wearing Terminator armour has a 2+ armour save and a 5+ invulnerable save.

    Any model wearing Terminator armour can be teleported onto the battlefield. They may always start the game in reserve and arrive using the deep strike rules, even if it is not part of the mission being played.

    Terminators count as two models for the purposes of transport capacity, and cannot embark Rhinos or Razorbacks.”
    / Codex: Space Marines (5e), p.102 - Wargear: Armour
Weapons - Close Combat
    - Monomolecular combat knife:
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    “Sol pattern monomolecular edge close combat weapon.” / Codex: Space Marines (3e), p.2 - **

    - Iron Hands wielding chainswords with disruptor fields:
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    “The Iron Hands had closed in by then, and the swords came out. The blades shone in the darkness, lit up by disruptor fields.” / Hammer and Bolter (#7), p.56 - **

    - A time when power weapons were standard issue for Marines:
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    “'Help me…' the man gasped.

    'Of course,' Loken said. He drew his combat blade, the standard-issue short, stabbing sword, and activated the power cell. The grey blade glowed with force. Loken cut down and sharply back up again in the mercy stroke, and gently set the man’s detached head on the ground.”
    / Horus Rising, p.259 - **
Other - Miscellaneous
    - Seismic detection:
    Spoiler
    “‘Seismic activity,’ came the voice from the command vehicle. Auspex detects energy surges inside the keep.’” / Faith and Fire, p.103 - **
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Re: Adeptus Astartes [Discussion]

Postby Matapiojo » Thu Feb 10, 2011 12:47 pm

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Army
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Tactics
    - Luna Wolves obliterate defenders with no cassualties in a little over one hour's time:
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    “The assault lasted sixty-eight minutes, start to finish. By the end, the fastness was a smoking ruin, many sections of it blown wide to the fierce sunlight and mountain air. Not a single Luna Wolf had been lost. Not a single insurgent had survived.

    'How many?' Loken asked Rassek.

    'They’re still counting bodies, captain,' Rassek replied. 'As it stands, nine hundred and seventy-two.'

    In the course of the assault, something in the region of thirty meltwater fanes had been discovered in the labyrinthine fortress, pools surrounded by offerings. Loken ordered them all expunged.”
    / Horus Rising, p.261 - **

Units: No Armour
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Combat
    - Sixteen minutes of relentless swordplay:
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    “Drawing his blade, Lucius had entered the practice cage facing Erebus. The iron hemispheres closed around them. Lucius took up a straddled stance, his broadsword held high and close. Erebus kept his own blade extended low. They circled. Both Astartes were stripped to the waist, the musculature of their upper bodies rippling. This was play, but a wrong move could maim. Or kill.

    The bout lasted sixteen minutes. That in itself would have made it one of the longest sparring sessions any of them had ever known. What made it more remarkable was the fact that in that time, there was no pause, no hesitation, no cessation. Erebus and Lucius flew at one another, and rang blows off one another’s blades at a rate of three or four a second. It was relentless, extraordinary, a dizzying blur of dancing bodies and gleaming swords that rang on and on like a dream.”
    / Horus Rising, p.588 - **
Strength
    - A Blood Gorgon barely strains to lift over 1,100lbs:
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    “During a particular training exercise in ambush methods, a fledgling Disciple was crushed by his own poorly-rigged log trap. One of the four - Gabre - simply levered the half-tonne log off the dead man and Mautista saw with his own eyes the way Gabre barely strained to lift it.” / Flesh and Iron, p.118 - **

    - Effortlessly pops a sand bag:
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    “He gripped his big, blunt fingers into the sandbag his arm rested on. It popped like a dry blister with no effort at all.” / Flesh and Iron, p.229 - **

    - An unarmoured marine bears the weight of his armoured, dead captain within a heavy ceramite slab, as well as a massive chain, for several hours without exertion:
    Spoiler
    “At last the moment came. Dak’ir had carried the weight of the pyre-slab for several hours. His shoulders did not even feel this exertion as he fed the chain down slowly, hand-over-hand. Each of the vast links, twice as large as an Astartes’ fist, was etched with the symbols of Promethean lore: the hammer, the anvil, the flame. Though the chain links would not dissolve when they touched the lava, they were still red-hot from the rising heat. As each link fed through his palm, Dak’ir gripped it and felt the symbols being slowly branded into his flesh.

    Steam issued from every grasp . Dak’ir did not even flinch. He was focused on his task and knew that every link in the chain must be gripped in precisely the same way so that the three symbols were burned into the same place on his palm. Any mistake, however slight, would be obvious afterwards. The ruined mark would be scoured away by brander-priests, shame and disgrace left in its stead.”
    / Salamander, p.20 - **

    - Impressive acrobatic strength leaping over 13ft from a standstill:
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    “He leapt. His explosiveness was incredible, clearing four metres from a standstill.” / Blood Gorgons, p.69 - **

    - A Traitor Marine presses over 830lb unarmoured:
    Spoiler
    “On board the Cauldron Born’s palaestras, it was not uncommon for Barsabbas to press three hundred and eighty kilograms of loaded kettles overhead, unarmoured.” / Blood Gorgons, p.151 - **

Units: Power Armour
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Combat
    - A Marine dispatches several Guardsmen in just a few seconds (may also go to Speed and Strength):
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    “The first guard died without a sound, Uriel’s knife hammering through the base of his skull. He dropped and Uriel wrenched the blade clear, spinning low and driving it into the second guard’s groin. Blood sprayed and the man shrieked in horrified agony. A lasgun was raised and Uriel lunged forward, smashing his fist into the foe’s face, the augmented muscles of his power armor smashing the man’s head into shards. Uriel spun on his heel, dodging a thrusting bayonet, and thundering his elbow into the last guard’s chin, taking the base of his skull off. Teeth and blood splattered the bunker door.

    He dropped into a defensive crouch, dragging his knife clear of the corpse beside him and cleaning the blade on its overalls. The killing of the guards had taken less than three seconds.”
    / Ultramarines Omnibus, p.3 - Chains of Command

    - Assault Marines make quick work of Guardsmen (may also go to Strength):
    Spoiler
    “Tongues of fire blasted from the heavy bolters, reaching out towards the charging Ultramarines. Uriel saw the shells impact, bursting amongst the charging Space Marines, but not a single man fell, the blessed suits of powered armour withstanding the traitors’ fire. Idaeus triggered his jump pack and the rest of his squad followed suit, streaking forward with giant powered leaps.

    Las-blasts filled the air, but the Ultramarines were too quick. Idaeus smashed down through the timber roof of the gun nest, a fearsome war cry bursting from his lips. He swung his power sword, decapitating a rebel trooper, and backhanded his pistol into another’s chest, smashing his ribcage to splinters.”
    - Ultramarines Omnibus, p.5 & 6 - Chains of Command

    - A single Marine takes on a charge of multiple Raptors:
    Spoiler
    “Suddenly a shadow passed over the captain and he spun in time to see dark winged creatures in midnight black power armor swoop down alongside him. Their helmets were moulded in the form of screaming daemons and ululating howls shrieked from their vox units. They carried stubby pistols and serrated black swords that smoked as though fresh from the furnace. Idaeus knew the foul creatures as Raptors, and fired into their midst, blasting one of the abominable warriors from the sky. Another crashed into him, stabbing with a black bladed sword. Idaeus grunted as he felt the blade pierce one of his lungs, and broke the Raptor's neck with a blow from his free hand. He staggered back, the sword still embedded in his chest, taking refuge in the tangle of metal beneath the bridge to avoid the howling Raptors. Two landed between him and the melta charge as dozens more descended from the bridge. Three more swooped in behind him, their wings folding behind them and they landed on the girders. Idaeus snarled and raised his pistol as they charged.

    Idaeus killed the first with his pistol. A second shot killed another, but he couldn't move quickly enough to avoid the third. White heat exploded in his face, searing the flesh from the side of his skull as the Raptor fired his plasma pistol. He fell back, blind with pain, and didn't see the crackling sword blow that hacked his left arm from his body. He bellowed with rage as he watched his arm tumbled down towards the river, Uriel's last breeching charge still clutched in the armoured fist.

    The Raptor closed for the kill, but Idaeus was ready. He dragged the smoking sword from his chest and howled with battle fury as he hammered the sword through the Raptor's neck. He collapsed next to the headless corpse, releasing his grip on the sword hilt. Dizziness and pain swamped him. He tried to stand, but the strength was gone.”
    / Ultramarines Omnibus, p.27 - Chains of Command

    - Mono-molecular edge knife maims a victim with its sawed blade:
    Spoiler
    "Methandes surged forward and plunged the saw-toothed blade of his close-combat knife deep into the back of the cultist. When the big space Marine pulled the knife out, the sniper's torso was almost ripped in two." / Tales from the Dark Millenium, p.40 - **

    - A Chaos Marine makes sport of many Dark Eldar:
    Spoiler
    “As Hepshah struggled to regain his breath, the Chaos Space Marine gripped him firmly by the face, pinning his head with a delicate grip. His other hand darted, whisper quick, tapping him on the temple with a longmace. No more than a light double tap. Hepshah stopped struggling. The dark eldar was no longer recognisable from the neck up. The encounter took just seconds and by the time Hepshah’s body was discovered, Barsabbas was already gone.

    Moribeth found Draaz hung from the rafters. She found Fhaisor and Amul Teth reclining behind a bombed out dust buggy. In the open, tossed amongst the debris, was a stove boiler that leaked blood. She did not open the coal hatch, but presumed it to contain the remains of Sabhira. She did not feel fear – only indignity. Snarling, she stalked through the ruins. Occasionally she stopped to crack her whip meaningfully, with a belligerent pop. It was a declaratory snap and most knew to run when they heard it.

    ‘You can’t hide from me,’ she sang. She had always been the predator. Ever since her young maiden years, Moribeth had accompanied her cousins on slave raids. This was second nature to her. In her free hand, hidden behind her back, was a neural blade gifted to her by her kabal’s mistress. The poison it secreted overloaded the pain nerves in living creatures. She pitied anything that crossed her path.

    ‘Come out, come out,’ she cooed.

    ‘Here I am.’ The voice sounded like slabs of rockcrete grinding together. A shadow fell across her. Moribeth turned and her confidence dissipated. She slashed her neural whip low, but the tip snapped listlessly as it connected with ceramite. With a speed that surprised her, the horned warrior slapped the top of her head with his palm. There was a pop as her spine compressed and vertebrae slipped out of joint. Moribeth died still believing herself a predator.

    ‘Face me!’ Vhaal howled, raising his arms into the air in challenge. A muzzle flashed in the distance. Low and muffled. The bolter’s bark. Vhaal, second son of the kabal, fell unceremoniously through a screen paper window, his feet stiffening awkwardly in the air. He was already dead before he landed, felled by a single shot.

    The monkeigh warrior appeared indifferent to his threats. He walked into and through the caprid fence that separated them, splintering the wood with his shins and thighs.

    ‘Catch me to kill me!’ Sindul spat. He leapt up against the sheer rock wall behind him, limbs splayed against the surface, and began to scarper up the vertical drop. He used his lacerator gloves, dragging the hooked claws of his fists for purchase. He shot up the wall like a rodent, scaling twelve metres in a matter of seconds before bounding backwards into the air. A bolter round missed him as he leapt. He landed behind the monkeigh, slashing his lacerators as he sailed overhead. But the horned warrior was faster than Sindul had estimated. It was a grave error. The monkeigh spun with practiced fluidity, pouncing with all the weight and drive of a quarter tonne primate. Sindul rolled aside, but not fast enough. The monkeigh snagged him with its paw and dragged him to the ground by his ankles. Sindul tried to regain his gyroscopic balance, but his thin ankle was locked in a hammer grip of ceramite.

    ‘I don’t need to kill you yet,’ growled the Traitor Marine as Sindul thrashed like a hooked fish. Dragging his splinter pistol free from its chest holster, the dark eldar began to fire. The first shot hammered a toxic splinter into heavy chest plate. The monkeigh dodged the second with a little dip of his head.

    ‘Stop, now.’ With that, the monkeigh backhanded him with steel-bound hands. Sindul’s head snapped violently off to the right and he blacked out.”
    / Blood Gorgons, p.75 & 76 - **
    ...
    “When Sindul collapsed from exhaustion, Barsabbas simply draped him across one arm. The dark eldar weighed little more than his bolter.” / Blood Gorgons, p.84 - **

    - A bound and unarmoured Marine making playthings out of guardsmen:
    Spoiler
    “Before they could finish their initial screams of surprise, Barsabbas swept his forearm and pinned the closest against the wall, crushing his spine. The rest backed away, yelling loud, panicked words. One of them began to fumble with a lasrifle, but he was unfamiliar with it beyond ceremonial purpose. He attempted to fire on Barsabbas with the safety still caught. Like a great fish breaking the surface, Barsabbas tossed a sentry away and flung him down the corridor. Hastily lashed shock mauls bounced off his unyielding hide. The remaining three men were tossed about like bushels of grain. Each surge of Barsabbas’s steel bound limbs threw them from wall to wall, bouncing them, breaking them. The Blood Gorgon was simply playing with them.” / Blood Gorgons, p.153 - **

    - An Iron Hand vs some mutants as witnessed by a guardsman:
    Spoiler
    “Khamed got his aim and fired, missing the lead mutant by a fingers width. In the time it took him to curse, wipe his eyes and re-aim, it was over.

    The Iron Hand didn't seem to move fast. He seemed to move with the same unearthly, ponderous manner as his brothers. But, somehow, he got his weapon up and fired off a round before the mutants had taken another step. The bolt crashed through the neck of the first, tearing the muscles open and leaving the head lolling on stretched sinews like an amulet. It exploded in the chest of the second, blowing open a ravaged ribcage into splayed splinters. Then the sword, the mad sword with its insane rotary blades, swept round in a heavy lash, whipping out sticky fluid from previous kills. The surviving mutant tried to dart under it, aiming to get close enough to use a rusty killing blade it held in its left hand.

    The Iron Hand adjusted the weapon s descent and the sword whirred into the mutant s leading shoulder. It burrowed down, carving its way through diseased muscle bunches and flinging out gouts of boiling, frothing blood. The mutant screamed for a fraction of a second, locked in agony as the juddering blades ate through its bony frame and minced what was left of it into a marrow-flecked broth of body fluids.

    The Space Marine hauled the sword free, breaking the ruined body of his prey into two pieces as it was withdrawn. Then he turned, implacable as ever, and kept on fighting. He'd never said a word. He'd not changed a thing. No hurry, no fuss. Nightmare machines.”
    / Hammer and Bolter (#7), p.46 & 47 - **

    - A Chaos marine easily besting another:
    Spoiler
    “The starheart sword tore a white-hot gouge up the middle of the Space Marine’s abdomen. The tip went deep enough to inflict an agonising, fatal wound on a mortal man.” / Daemon World, p.489 - **

    ...

    “The Word Bearer, still off-balance, stumbled backwards a step and Veq stabbed hard. The starheart sword sheared through the Space Marine’s chest, through the internal breastplate of fused ribs, his lungs, and one of his two hearts, to tear out through the armour’s backpack.” / Daemon World, p.504 - **
Endurance
    - Space Marines have very adaptive physiologies to prolonged hazardous exposure:
    Spoiler
    “It was said that there was no toxin too strong, no poison so powerful and no contagion of such lethality that a Death Guard could not resist it. From their inception, the XIV Legion had always been the Emperor’s warriors in the most hostile of environments, fighting through chem-clouds or acidic atmospheres that no normal human could survive in. Barbarus, the Legion’s base, the adoptive home planet of Mortarion himself, molded this characteristic. As with their primarch, so with his Astartes: the Death Guard were a resilient, invincible breed.

    They hardened themselves through stringent training regimens as neophyte Astartes, willingly exposing themselves to, chemical agents, contaminants, mortal viral strains and venoms of a thousand different shades. They could resist them all. It was how they had found victory amid the blight-fungus of Urssa, how they had weathered the hornet swarms on Ogre IV, the reason why they had been sent to fight the chlorine-breathing jorgall.”
    / Flight of the Eisenstein, p.58 - Call of the Lion

    - Assault Marines endure otherwise bone-shattering impacts as they crack ferrocrete upon landing:
    Spoiler
    “The Assault Marines bounded down the ramp, jump packs flaring. In pairs they threw themselves from the gunship's open prow. Boreas tracked their descent on the external pict-feeds, watching the ten Space Marines plunge to the ground, their jump packs slowing their descent. With impacts that would have shattered the bones of lesser warriors, Zaltys's squad landed in the compound, ferrocrete cracking beneath their booted feet.”/ The Purging of Kadillus, p.226 - Call of the Lion

    - Flamers are completely ineffective:
    Spoiler
    “From somewhere a flamer unleashed a blaze of burning promethium, a gush of flaming orange liquid washed over him, but encased inside his armour he barely felt the intense heat.” / Imperial Armour Volume 7, p.79 - Siege of Vraks

    - Marine injury curve:
    Spoiler
    “Other more minor injuries — severed hands, gouged eyes, punctured lungs — appeared more frequently.” / Salamander, p.340 - **

    - A Chaos Marine tanks amputating injury and continues fighting:
    Spoiler
    “As another melta-bomb was slammed into place by a warrior of the 217th coterie, the champion Namar-sin staggered into the protection beneath the gateway, smoking bullet craters across his armour. His left arm was gone, blown clear by autocannon fire, and his armour was awash with blood.

    'You took your time,' growled Marduk.

    'I apologise, my lord,' he said. The powerful anticoagulants in the warrior's blood had already stemmed the flow, and formed a thick crust around the shocking wound.

    'I can still do my job,' said Namar-sin defensively, feeling Marduk's gaze on his injuries. Gritting his teeth, the champion primed his melta-bomb somewhat awkwardly with one hand, before slamming the bulky grenade into position.”
    / Dark Disciple, p.28 & 29 - **

    “Brother Namar-sin was at Marduk's side, and he buried his axe in the chest of another of the soldiers, the pain of his severed arm lending him additional strength and fervour.” / Dark Disciple, p.30 - **

    - A Marine endures an amputation, as well as point-blank Bolt blast within the chest, and only dies from a direct punch to the face from a Chaos Marine:
    Spoiler
    “The sergeant lifted his chainsword defensively, but the arm holding it was hacked off as Khalaxis struck downwards with his chainaxe, the biting teeth of the weapon grinding through power armour, flesh and bone.

    Blood pumped from the wound and Khalaxis brought his knee up hard into the sergeant’s groin, cracking ceramite. With a backhand slap he knocked the plasma pistol from the sergeant’s hand, sending it spinning across the deck floor and planted the barrel of his bolt pistol against the White Consul’s chest plate, right over his primary heart.

    'See you in hell,' said Khalaxis, and he squeezed the trigger. It took three shots to penetrate the thick power armour and the bonded ribcage of the White Consul, but the fourth detonated within the warrior’s chest cavity, pulping the organs within. Still, the Consul was Astartes, and did not die. He continued to grapple with Khalaxis, who pounded his fist repeatedly into the White Consul’s helmet, shattering one lens and caving in his rebreather. With a wrench, Khalaxis tore the Space Marine’s ruptured helmet from his head, so that he could see the face of the one he was about to kill. The Consul’s face was noble and proud, and three metal service studs protruded from his brow. His genetic lineage was readily apparent, for he had the same arrogant cast to his features as had the despised Primarch Roboute Guilliman, making Khalaxis’ hatred surge all the more hotly. 'For Calth,' hissed Khalaxis, drawing his fist back.

    'You did not win then, and you shall not win here, infidel,' said the White Consul, his voice defiant and haughty.
    With a snarl of rage, Khalaxis drove his fist into the Astartes’ face, killing him instantly. Breathing hard, Khalaxis rose above the now unrecognisable White Consul. He spat upon the corpse and gave it one last kick.”
    / Dark Creed, p.47 - **

    - Marines tank lightning that vitrifies the impact surface:
    Spoiler
    “‘We’re exposed out here,’ Bulle muttered. ‘Let’s get back into the forest.’Tarvitz was amused. Bulle made it sound as if the stalk thickets were safe ground.Giant forks of lightning, savage and yellow-white phosphorescent, were searing down into the open space, explosively scorching theearth. Though each fork only existed for a nanosecond, they seemed solid and real, like fundamental, physical structures, likeupturned, thorny trees. Three Astartes, including Lucius, were struck. Secure in their Mark IV plate, they shrugged off the massive,detonating impacts and laughed as aftershock electrical blooms crackled like garlands of blue wire around their armour for a few seconds.” / Horus Rising, p.232 - **

    Spoiler
    “The storm above grew still more ferocious. Five more men were struck. One of them, Ulzoras, was actually knocked off his feet. They saw fused, glassy craters in the ground where lightning had earthed with the force of penetrator missiles. The shield-storm seemed to be pressing down on them, like a lid across the sky, pressurising the air, and squeezing them in an atmospheric vice.” / Horus Rising, p.233 - **

    Spoiler
    “Giant forks of lightning, savage and yellow-white phosphorescent, were searing down into the open space, explosively scorching the earth. Though each fork only existed for a nanosecond, they seemed solid and real, like fundamental, physical structures, like upturned, thorny trees. Three Astartes, including Lucius, were struck. Secure in their Mark IV plate, they shrugged off the massive, detonating impacts and laughed as aftershock electrical blooms crackled like garlands of blue wire around their armour for a few seconds.” / Horus Rising, p.370 - **

    ...

    The storm above grew still more ferocious. Five more men were struck. One of them, Ulzoras, was actually knocked off his feet. They saw fused, glassy craters in the ground where lightning had earthed with the force of penetrator missiles. The shield-storm seemed to be pressing down on them, like a lid across the sky, pressurising the air, and squeezing them in an atmospheric vice.”[/i] / Horus Rising, p.371 - **

    A Marine's endurance on planetary entry:
    Spoiler
    “Barsabbas almost did not feel the crash. The drop pod collided with the planet’s surface at high speed and continued to bounce with a loose, jarring expulsion of force. The impact would have shattered any normal human’s skeletal structure.” / Blood Gorgons, p.49 - **

    - Power Armour tanks a grenade effortlessly:
    Spoiler
    “They laughed as they worked, a drywicked laughter that was frightening in its intensity. From behind the circular saws of an industrial rockcutter, a hooded man lobbed a rock at Sica. He heard a whistling sound and he turned the slab of his shoulder pad towards the missile. There was a flash of light. Even with his eyes closed, Sica’s vision strobed red and bright yellow. It had been a grenade. The explosion pushed Sica slightly and made him grunt with annoyance at his own carelessness. He shot the man off the industrial saw, quickly, as if ashamed.” / Blood Gorgons, p.63 - **

    - A Traitor Marine ploughs through a crippling wound:
    Spoiler
    “There was a momentary lull in violence as Sica shouldered his bolter and the Plague Marine raised his bolt pistol. Then they shot at each other repeatedly at point-blank range. Shots pounded into Sica, crazing his vision, punching through ceramite, jolting the ground out from beneath him. They exchanged shots on automatic, drilling each other from no more than five paces apart. Seismic vibrations rattled his teeth and dislocated his jaw. Sparks flew and metal fused. Sica’s bolter was stronger, larger and its stopping power considerable, popping a trio of gaping holes in the Plague Marine’s stomach and tearing a line of ragged shots vertically up into its neck. Simultaneously, the enemy’s boltpistol skipped fat explosive slugs across Sica’s groin, chewing the ceramite deeply before penetrating the weaker armour of Sica’s upper thigh. Sica fell to his knee as his femur was shot clean through. The Plague Marine folded, stumbling backwards and recoiling away like a wounded animal. Bael Shura, finally seeing a clear shot, enveloped the Plague Marine with a splash of fire.” / Blood Gorgons, p.67 - **
    ...
    “‘I think we’re going to die,’ Sica said quietly.

    ‘Your leg. It’s going to need attention,’ Bael Shura said to Sica as he kicked his own severed arm away to make room. Sica looked down at his leg and swore. There was a clean hole through his left thigh and the middle section of his femur was no longer there. His entire leg was twisted ninety degrees and attached only by threads of muscle and ceramite plating. ‘No time,’ Sica said, struggling to sit up.”
    / Blood Gorgons, p.67 - **

    - A Traitor Marine is unphased by the loss of his fingers:
    Spoiler
    “Krateus led the way, as he would need to disable the high-torque circular saws that lined the tunnels at the entrance. The fan blades shredded organic waste with powerful motors, buzzing to life when their sensor pads came into contact with any material. Being ‘disposed’ was a common method of culling unwanted slaves through the torquesaws. Krateus reached out. Sensing movement, the saw began to spasm, oscillating back and forth with jerky, vicious chops. Jamming his fingers into where the blades connected to the motor, Krateus began to fidget the central shaft with his free hand. Sparks hissed like water droplets as the motor began to grind Krateus’s armoured fingers. He worked quietly, trying to tear out the wires from the axial casing. The torquesaw squealed as his wedged digits began to give out. Finally, Krateus found the wires and clawed them out with the tips of his fingers, breaking their fibrous bunches. The torquesaw died. Krateus pulled his hand from the blades. Four of the fingers on his right hand were missing. Blood drooled down his forearm and leaked from his elbow.Proud of his work, the sergeant waved his squad onwards with the stump of his right hand. There would be a time for healing later, perhaps even some augmetic implants, but for now he gave his fingers no second thought. The body was a tool to survive and preservation of non-vital body parts was mere social conditioning. The Traitor Marine was functional as long as his primary heart still beat. As his wounds began to coagulate, Krateus had already forgotten how many fingers on his right hand he once had. He knew only to keep moving.” / Blood Gorgons, p.121 - **

    - Grunting off flechette attacks:
    Spoiler
    “Almost immediately, as though the pilot-servitor’s report had been tempting fate, the boarding force started to take fire. It rained down from a steep angle, bursting off boarding shields and the polished chromework of the gun-servitors. Sar Af took one kinetic blow across the side of his helm from a glancing shot that was hard enough to make him grunt. Terek-8-10 was dismayed. 'Auspex does not read human bio-traces in opposition,' he declared.

    'It does not have to be human to want us dead,' replied Eadwine. He brought his shield up like a pavise, and fended off the rain of barbs. The other Space Marines did the same.

    Sar Af noted the context of the impacts, the shrapnel marks and cuts, analysing instantly. 'Flechette rounds,' he said. They sourced the origination, post-human eyes hunting the dark for muzzle flash, up in the chamber roof, up the dense framework of machinery and gantries. Movement. 'Loxatl,' Eadwine reported. He had clearly glimpsed one of the long, sinuous xenos reptiles. The other Space Marines didn’t reply. They were too busy trying to kill the creatures.”
    / Salvation's Reach, p.244 - **

    - Unphased by Lasgun fire:
    Spoiler
    “A blast from a lasrifle struck Marduks helmet and his head was jerked to the side. Snarling, he turned to face the attaker that dared to shoot him.

    Varus swore as he waited for the laslok to repower. though they fired powerful singles bursts of energy, the weapons were painfully slow between firing. Still the shot had done little more than irritate the towering monster that was leading the power armoured killers.”
    / Dark Apostle, p.79 - **
    ...
    “With a hum, the Las-lok repowered and he fired again at the huge Chaos Space marine. The shot was taken in haste and not on target. Nevertheless, it struck the beast on the wrist, and his accursed bolt pistol fell from his hands.

    Snarling in Anger, Marduk cleaved the long lasrifle wielded by the infidel in two, and reached out and grabbed him around the throat with his empty hand. He felt blood seeping from his wrist where the wretch had blasted him, but it was already congealing.”
    / Dark Apostle, p.79 - **
Intellect
    - Makes combat determinations subconsciously:
    Spoiler
    “His battle-hardened mind assessed the relative strengths and weakness of the six soldiers without conscious thought; armament, distance, levels of combat effectiveness, routes of attack and escape calculated in less than a few panicked beatings of their hearts.” - Imperial Armour Volume 9, p.46 - The Badab War - Part One

    - Chaos Marine battle calculations:
    Spoiler
    “Barsabbas counted the numbers with a cursory auspex sweep. He calculated the readout in his head, subtracting an estimation of noncombatant families and livestock signatures. The total, even with a generous estimate, would be no more than twenty thousand fighters. It was a gathering of road trains, women and children. A mass exodus, not an army. He had hoped for more. Twenty thousand men would amount to little more than a speed bump against a well drilled company of Chaos Space Marines. He needed the plainsmen to occupy the enemy in order for him to infiltrate unnoticed into the deep north.” / Blood Gorgons, p.95 - **

    - Tracking time via heartbeats:
    Spoiler
    “There was no chron in his cell and Hazareth had taken to marking the passing of time by the beat of his primary heart. Forty-eight beats was one minute, 2,880 was one hour. Over thirty-four thousand for one ship cycle. Only five ship cycles until the plan was under way.” / Blood Gorgons, p.132 - **

    - Observing and dealing with dangerous cloaked units:
    Spoiler
    “Just ten paces into the splendid apartments, the first brother died. There was an odd, hard bang, so hard it was painful to feel and hear, and Brother Edrius fell to his knees, then folded onto his side. He had been struck in the face by some form of energy weapon. The white plasteel/ceramite alloy of his visor and breastplate had actually deformed into a rippled crater, like heated wax that had flowed and then set again. A second bang, a quick concussive vibration of air, obliterated an ornamental table beside Nero Vipus. A third bang dropped Brother Muriad, his left leg shattered and snapped off like a reed stalk.

    The science adepts of the false Imperium had mastered and harnessed some rare and wonderful form of field technology, and armed their elite guard with it. They cloaked their bodies with a passive application, twisting light to render themselves invisible. And they were able to project it in a merciless, active form that struck with mutilating force.

    Despite the fact that they had been advancing combat-ready and wary, Loken and the others were taken completely off guard. The Invisibles were even hidden to their visor arrays. Several had simply been standing in the chamber, waiting to strike.

    Loken began to fire, and Vipus’s men did likewise. Raking the area ahead of him, splintering furniture, Loken hit something. He saw pink mist kiss the air, and something fell down with enough force to overturn a chair. Vipus scored a hit too, but not before Brother Tarregus had been struck with such power that his head was punched clean off his shoulders.

    The cloak technology evidently hid its users best if he remained still. As they moved, they became semi-visible, heat-haze suggestions of men surging to attack. Loken adapted quickly, firing at each blemish of air. He adjusted his visor gain to full contrast, almost black and white, and saw them better: hard outlines against the fuzzy background. He killed three more. In death, several lost their cloaks. Loken saw the Invisibles revealed as bloody corpses. Their armour was silver, ornately composed and machined with a remarkable detail of patterning and symbols. Tall, swathed in mantles of red silk, the Invisibles reminded Loken of the mighty Custodian Guard that warded the Imperial Palace on Terra.”
    / Horus Rising, p.40 - **
Speed
    - Advance great distances with each step at a sprint:
    Spoiler
    “'Disperse!' bellowed Astelan, sprinting to his right. His power armour took him across the ground in huge leaps, covering half a dozen metres with every pace.” / Tales of Heresy, p.304 - Call of the Lion

    - A Marine dispatches a group in a matter of seconds:
    Spoiler
    “They came out from behind the trees around her, two, then three, then five, all told: five primuls in a circle around her, their eyes like murder for what she had done to their kin.

    They threw themselves at her.

    For many years afterwards, for the rest of her life, in fact, Perdet Suiton Antoni often wondered how none of them heard him coming. He was just there, suddenly. How could something that big move so fast and so silently, and appear without notice? Between the moment when the primuls began to spring and the moment when they would have fallen upon her, the giant appeared and interposed himself between her and the foul, pouncing creatures. It was almost as if he had stopped the flow of time and edited himself into that particular frame of it.

    What followed lasted about three seconds.

    The giant had his combat shield locked on his left arm and his short, heavy sword in his right fist. As he arrived, he was swinging the shield out, and smashed it flat into the nearest, leaping primul, shattering bones and deflecting the thing away. Wheeling, he hacked his sword clean through the neck and shoulder of the second, casting out a shower of dark red blood, and then ripped backwards low, cutting through the corpse's thighs even as it toppled, so that the whole mass of the primul folded into a collapsed heap. The third, coming in at the giant's left flank, held some kind of pistol weapon, an ugly, spiky device that spat hard, sharp bullets of buzzing metal. The giant turned, raising his left forearm upright from the elbow, and guarded his face with the combat shield in time to switch the buzzing projectiles away. They struck the shield with loud, angry cracks. One embedded itself there. Another bounced off and decapitated a nearby sapling. As the third bullet hit, the giant deftly tilted his arm very slightly, and ricocheted it off sideways straight into the face of the fourth primul. The creature's head split like a blood-fruit and the primul was savagely thumped backwards, off the ground, its legs wide. It landed, spread-eagled, on its back.

    Before the third primul could fire its pistol again, the giant whipped his right arm over and threw his sword like a lance. It struck the primul through the chest, lifting it off its feet with the force of the throw, and impaled it to an olive tree's trunk, its feet dangling and twitching.

    The remaining primul, wicked blades in both hands, was dancing round behind the giant. With his free right hand, the giant grabbed the heavy firearm that had been knocking at his hip on its long strap, and shot the primul twice, in the face and the chest. The double boom of the massive gun was so loud it made Antoni cry out and cover her ears. The force of the shots tore the primul apart, and slammed its mangled body across the grove. It bounced sideways off a tree trunk and fell into the bracken. Silence, except for the gurgle of leaking blood.”
    / Brothers of the Snake, p.63-65 - **

    - Marine speeds induce psychological trauma on normal men:
    Spoiler
    “Transhuman dread. Aximand had heard iterators talk of the condition. He’d heard descriptions of it from regular Army officers too. The sight of an Adeptus Astartes was one thing: taller and broader than a man could ever be, armoured like a demigod. The singularity of purpose was self-evident. An Adeptus Astartes was designed to fight and kill anything that didn’t annihilate it first. If you saw an Adeptus Astartes, you knew you were in trouble. The appearance alone cowed you with fear.

    But to see one move. Apparently that was the real thing. Nothing human-shaped should be so fast, so lithe, so powerful, especially not anything in excess of two metres tall and carrying more armour than four normal men could lift. The sight of an Adeptus Astartes was one thing, but the moving fact of one was quite another. The psychologists called it transhuman dread. It froze a man, stuck him to the ground, caused his mind to lock up, made him lose control of bladder and bowel. Something huge and warlike gave pause: something huge and warlike and moving with the speed of a striking snake, that was when you knew that gods moved amongst men, and that there existed a scale of strength and speed beyond anything mortal, and that you were about to die and, if you were really lucking, there might be just enough time to piss yourself first.”
    / Age of Darkness, p.163 - **

    - Marine reloading a Bolter:
    Spoiler
    “'Reloading,' shouted Dak’ir, ducking back behind the rocks to expel the partially spent magazine and ram home another one. The process took less than three seconds.” / Salamander, p.329 - **

    - Microsecond sensory alertness and muscle reflex:
    Spoiler
    “As the shell seared past, Rangar threw himself flat behind the low pile of rubble trying to make himself as small a target as possible. That had been close, too close. The shot had almost parted his hair. Only his lightning quick reflexes, and the microsecond's warning provided by his superhuman senses had got him out of the way. If he had ducked half a heartbeat later, his head would have been an exploding fountain of gore and bone.” / The Space Wolf Omnibus, p.269 - **

    - A Chaos Lord slapping Bolter rounds out of the air:
    Spoiler
    “Plague Marines shot at him. Those shots that Gammadin did not slap out of the air, he took against his shoulder plates. Shrapnel puffed against him.” / Blood Gorgons, p.159 - **

    - A Chaos Marine performing insane speed feats even at point-blank range against an Obliterator and other Word Bearers (also goes to combat):
    Spoiler
    “Amakyre dodged backwards and let himself fall from the platform rather than face Veq’s blade, honed from the heart of a star and white-hot to all but Veq himself.

    Gunfire erupted again from below. Veq swatted away a score of bullets from the Obliterator and caught three more with his free hand, throwing them back down to the floor of the bridge with a curse. The young one, the most dangerous, fired a well-aimed shot at his temple, but Veq flicked his head to the side and the silenced bolt flittered past him.

    Veq took two steps and leapt, dropping through the lattice of bullet trails to land directly in front of the Obliterator whose every weapon was blazing at him from point-blank range. The star-sword cut through the air as Veq met every bullet, sending a sparkling fan of deflected fire in every direction.

    The hulking Obliterator reeled as several of its own bullets punched through its biomechanical body. The flesh of one arm became fluid, extruded, and solidified into a blade of bone with gnawing teeth at the cutting edge. Veq ducked the first blow and parried the second, shearing the first blade in two as a barbed whip, tipped with a lamprey-like mouth, lashed from the Obliterator’s other arm. Veq grabbed the lash, wrapped it round his fist, and used it to swing the Obliterator hard into the wall by the doorway.

    Armour split and cracked. Corrupted blood spilled. Veq paused to dodge more bolter fire from the other Word Bearers who were falling back through the doorway.”
    / Daemon Worldgons, p.472 - **
Stamina
    -A Traitor Marine rages overnight:
    Spoiler
    “Enraged, the Blood Gorgon hammered the floor tiles with his fists. The tireless banging split the ceramic and brought down scuds of dust from the rafters. Still howling, Barsabbas rose to his feet and began to beat his own naked face against the generator’s iron bearing covers. The ridged metal scored his cheeks and opened up raw, bleeding lines across his forehead. Sargaul began to bawl too, stimulated by the loud noise. His eyes were fixed upon the ceiling and his clumsy tongue worked in a muted, stifled yell.

    Barsabbas raged long into the night. He did not stop. Seized by an anguish that had no release, he began to tear down the processing facility with his bare hands. Bones splintered wood, boots dented metal. He raged until his fists were black and bleeding and the ceramite of his gauntlets was textured with scratches. Dust clouds fumed as he broke through the walls. Sindul sheltered behind a storage locker as the world crashed and shook. The Traitor Marine was like an earthquake or a storm. Sindul had little hope of escaping and was helpless to stop it. Instead he hid and hoped it would pass quickly. The noise had promised such fury that even the warp beasts had fled the area, balking at such raw power. Gumede, hiding far out in the grass fields, prayed. He thought the end of the world had come. He prayed through the night and did not stop until the first sun crested the horizon. Finally, as the suns reached first dawn, Barsabbas grew tired. By then, he had levelled almost a third of the abandoned facility. He collapsed as the lactic buildup in his muscles reached toxic levels, beyond what even an Astartes could ignore.”
    / Blood Gorgons, p.137 - **
Strength
    - Astartes do not feel the weight of Power Fists even without their suits of armour:
    Spoiler
    “Priad flexed the long, segmented fingers of the metal glove, and watched as blue sparks hissed from digit to digit. The claw weighed close to seventy kilos and was three times the size of a human hand. But even without the strength enhancing mechanics of his Mark VII power armor, Priad would not have been tested by the weight.” - / Brothers of the Snake, p.142 - **

    - Flings an opponent across a room with a single back-hand swing:
    Spoiler
    “Ragnar smiled and casually backhanded his attacker. Teeth flew everywhere and bones broke as his foe was thrown across the room.” / Wolfblade, p.127 - **

    - A Marine uses two individuals as weapons:
    Spoiler
    “He picked up the metal table. The bolts holding it to the floor snapped as he lifted it free and tossed it into the oncoming mass of drugged fanatics. It bowled them over and left them sprawling beneath its weight. Haegr reached forward and picked two up, one in each hand, and then used them as clubs to batter their companions senseless. He raced through them like an out-of-control behemoth, unstoppable as a charging rhino. Within seconds he had left a trail of maimed and battered foes behind him. Any that tried to get to their feet were stamped on. Their hands and legs shattered along with bionics and bones.” / Wolfblade, p.130 - **

    - Space Marine punching power:
    Spoiler
    “Before the Imperial could shoot again, Kroeger was upon him, backhanding his fist across his face and decapitating him in an explosion of blood and bone.” / Storm of Iron, p.17 - **

    Spoiler
    “Loken threw a punch that would have decapitated a mortal man. His fist cracked against Jubal’s helm and he repeated the action, driving his fist four or five times against the other’s face and chest. The ceramite visor chipped. Another punch, his full weight behind it, and Jubal stumbled. Each stroke of Loken’s fist resounded like a smith’s hammer in the echoing chamber, steel against steel.” / Horus Rising, p.281 - **

    - Snapping support girders is within the realm of possibility to a Marine:
    Spoiler
    “He realised he was the most feared fighting unit in the universe. He allowed that thought to settle upon him for a moment. It was intoxicating. They were mobile fortresses, able to bullcharge head first into a storm of enemy munitions unscathed. They were destructive, the firepower at their immediate disposal able to flatten urban blocks. With his bare hands, gloved in ceramite, he could crush and pry open sheets of metal, maybe even the support girders of a building.” / Blood Gorgons, p.45 - **

    - Brass? What brass?
    Spoiler
    “Barsabbas was so caught up in the excitement he crushed a brass dining plate in his hands and hurled it across the hall.” / Blood Gorgons, p.47 - **

    - Marine sends a 440lb soldier flying with a cassual swing:
    Spoiler
    “Laughing, Sica backhanded one of the hooded men with the ridged knuckles of his gauntlet, snapping his neck and throwing two hundred kilos of brutish soldier back into his comrades.” / Blood Gorgons, p.64 - **

    - Chaos Marine breaking through armoured hull:
    Spoiler
    “Hauling back for a wide backhand, Orchus collided his power maul into the blast shutter. The boarding weapon sank through with a liquid pop. Bubbles of molten metal boiled to the surface as the power maul was torn from the shutter. It peeled away a long strip of armoured door, leaving it to slough off like a wilting petal. Orchus struck again, throwing his hips and torso into the swing. Again and again. Droplets of liquefied steel flew.” / Blood Gorgons, p.205 - **

    - Chaos Marine vs a locomotive after tanking las-fire, laying down boltgun law:
    Spoiler
    “There lurked a phantom, solid in his plate like a citadel given human form, a heretic of the Traitor Legions. It issued its challenge, that same resonant roar. A comb of membranous spines flared from its helmet. The crest raised up, trembling and fearsome. Riverine redirected their fire onto it. Burning flashes radiated from the Traitor Marine's armour where nearby Guardsmen shot at it. The monster appeared unfazed. It raised a boltgun and fired six shots. The first gauged its aim. The subsequent rounds chopped down five Guardsmen off the tractor running board. Then it was on them, ploughing into the side of the tractor cab. The chassis crumpled. Glass exploded. The metal punched inward. Riverine shouted. The monster snorted like a raging bovine. Baeder backed away from the buckled left-side of the tractor cab. A Riverine leapt off the running board and fired up at the Traitor Marine's armoured back. The Traitor torqued its immense torso and chopped out with a crescent blade the size of a harvesting combine's industrial cutter. The Riverine was cleanly separated with a curious puffing sound.

    ...

    Jormeshu slammed his weight into the tractor cab, rocking the multi-tonne locomotive.”
    - / Flesh and Iron, p.286 & 287 - **

    - Ripping durasteel like paper:
    Spoiler
    “Tanks did not slow the Space Marines down. They clambered up on to them, ripped off durasteel hatches as if they were made of paper and dropped grenades into the interior.” - / Angel of Fire, p.** - **
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Endurance
    - A Marine takes an unnatural beating from Plasma and Bolter fire before letting go of this life:
    Spoiler
    “A bright flash of plasma burst from the trees and hit Karraidin square in the abdomen. The superheated liquid plasma ate through his abdominal plate and pushed Karraidin backwards, his armoured boots digging into the rock beneath him. But Karraidin did not fall—with awesome strength he held his ground, and when the flare of the plasma blast died down there was a great crater melted in the armour covering his stomach. Amid the metallic stink of vaporised metal, Sarpedon could smell cooked flesh.

    'Us,' said Karraidin, reloading his storm bolter.

    Treachery, realised Sarpedon, betrayal from among the Soul Drinkers. With a sickening lurch in his stomach, he realised that could be the one enemy that he couldn’t defeat.

    Fire battered into Karraidin, so heavy it tore chunks out of his shoulder pad and greave. Karraidin took a step forward, defying the enemies firing at him, the captain’s form almost lost amid the explosive impacts that tore into him. Sarpedon could not help him now—if he left cover he would be shredded too. He could only watch as Karraidin carried on firing even as burning loops of entrails began to hang from the massive plasma wound in his stomach. Slowly, agonisingly, Karraidin’s steps faltered and he sank to one knee. He yelled wordlessly as he fired, and he was still firing as his white-hot storm bolter misfired and exploded in his hand.

    'Fall back!' ordered Sarpedon to the rest of the Soul Drinkers holding the cliff-top. 'On me! Fall back!' He backed away from Karraidin, trying to keep cover between himself and the enemies firing on Karraidin. A few stray shots hit the rocks around Sarpedon, but it was Karraidin they were after.

    Sarpedon had to watch as Karraidin literally fell apart before his eyes. Fire tore through one shoulder pad and Karraidin’s arm came apart. Sparks flew as his bionic leg was shattered and buckled beneath him. The ammunition left in his storm bolter burst and took his other arm with it. He was still bellowing his defiance as he toppled backwards, the massive blocky form of his Terminator armour falling as slowly as one of the greatwood trees that rose around him. As he fell back, Sarpedon could see shapes moving in the tree line. Space Marines, scouts and full battle-brothers in power armour, the barrels of their bolters glowing with the heat of sustained fire as they skulked forwards to finish off Karraidin. He was still breathing, gasping curses and threats, as the purple-armoured forms closed in on him. Sarpedon was too far away by now to see the old captain’s final moments, but he could hear the point-blank bolter shots into ceramite and he knew that Karraidin was finally dead.”
    - Chapter War, p.76 - **

    - A Marine's secondary implants keep him fighting long after a normal human could have:
    Spoiler
    “Another two warriors charged. Forrix roared in battle fury as he felt the blade of a crackling sword rip through his armour, between his ribs and into his primary heart. Angrily he slammed his fist down across the blade, wrenching it from the Space Marine's grip before removing his arm with a backhanded blow. He shoulder charged the other warrior, crushing his helmet against the tunnel wall before disembowelling the armed Space Marine with his power fist.
    Gunfire hammered him and he felt the bone shield within his chest cavity crack as a bolter shell exploded within the ceramite plates of his armour. He dropped to his knees as the Imperial Fist closed the gap, firing as he advanced. Forrix tore out the sword protruding from his chest and hacked the warrior's legs out from under him, pitching him face-first into the waste matter.

    He pulled himself to his feet as more bullets hammered him. A grenade splashed next to him and he hurled himself back as it detonated. Muffled by the water, the blast threw up a spray of liquid and debris, but its lethal force was spent and he was unharmed.

    He rose to his knees as another Imperial Fist charged him. A bolt took Forrix high on the temple, blasting a portion of his helmet clear and blood streamed down his face. Something slammed into his visor, ripping the helmet from his head. He felt his jawbone shatter. Bright lights burst before his eyes and he splashed backwards into the water, gagging as the liquid waste poured into his nose and open mouth.

    The toxins seared his eyes and blistered his skin in seconds. He lashed out with his fist, feeling it connect with something solid, and scrambled back, lifting his head from the slime. He spat a froth of viscous matter, retching as his body fought against the toxins he had ingested.

    He blinked through the searing pain in his eyes, battling to focus as something came towards him. He punched out blindly, but missed and bellowed in pain as he felt the wide blade of another sword pierce his chest, tear through his lungs and burst through the backplate of his armour.

    He gripped the sword blade and kicked out, hearing something splinter and a cry of pain. Blindly, he groped in the swirling, bloody water, feeling something thrashing in front of him. Forrix roared and smashed his power fist down upon the shape, breaking it apart in a flurry of crushing blows. His chest burned with hot agony as his secondary heart and multi-lung fought to keep him alive despite the massive traumas his body had suffered.”
    - Storm of Iron, p.248 - **

    - Terminator is defended from Orks by being engulfed in fire along with them:
    Spoiler
    “Honorious bathed the sergeant of the Firedrakes with his flamer, burning the diminutive greenskins off him like they were an infestation.” - Salamander, p.361 - **

    - Early trade-offs for some epic protection:
    Spoiler
    “'My squad is ready to serve, captain,' Rassek replied curtly. Like all the men in his specialist squad, Sergeant Rassek wore the titanic armour of a Terminator, a variant only lately introduced into the arsenal of the Astartes. By dint of their primacy, and the fact that their primarch was Warmaster, the Luna Wolves had been amongst the first Legion to benefit from the issue of Terminator plate. Some entire Legions still lacked it. The armour was designed for heavy assault. Thickly plated and consequently exaggerated in its dimensions, a Terminator suit turned an Astartes warrior into a slow, cumbersome, but entirely unstoppable humanoid tank. An Astartes clad in Terminator plate gave up all his speed, dexterity, agility and range of movement. What he got in return was the ability to shrug off almost any ballistic attack.

    Rassek towered over them in his armour, dwarfing them as a primarch dwarfs Astartes, or an Astartes dwarfs mortal men. Massive weapons systems were built into his shoulders, arms and gauntlets.”
    - / Horus Rising, p.241 - **

    - Shrugging off what previously caused a prolonged stalemate:
    Spoiler
    “Corpses, some of them reduced to desiccated mummies by the altitude, littered the plateau shelf and the rock bridges. The officer had not been lying. Hundreds of army troopers had been cut down in the various attempts to storm the high fortresses. The field of fire had been so intense, their comrades had not been able even to retrieve their bodies.

    'Advance!' Loken ordered.

    Raising their storm bolters, the Terminator squad began to crunch out across the rock bridges, dislodging white bone and rotten tunics with their immense feet. Gunfire greeted them immediately, blistering down from invisible positions up in the crags. The shots spanked and whined off the specialised armour. Heads set, the Terminators walked into it, shrugging it away, like men walking into a gale wind. What had kept the army at bay for weeks, and cost them dearly, merely tickled the Legion warriors.

    This would be over quickly, Loken realised. He regretted the loyal blood that had been wasted needlessly. This had always been a job for the Astartes.

    The front ranks of the Terminator squad, halfway across the bridges, began to fire. Bolters and inbuilt heavy weapon systems unloaded across the abyss, blitzing las shots and storms of explosive munitions at the upper slopes. Hidden positions and fortifications exploded, and limp, tangled bodies tumbled away into the chasm below in flurries of rock and ice.”
    - / Horus Rising, p.248 - **

    Spoiler
    “Beyond the rock-bridges, the insurgents had raised shield walls of stone and metal. They had heavy cannons covering the gully approaches to their fortress, wired munition charges in the narrow defiles, electrified razor-wire, bolted storm-doors, barricades of rockcrete blocks and heavy iron poles. They had a few automated sentry devices, and the advantage of the sheer drop and unscalable ice all around. They had faith and their god on their side.

    They had held off Varvarus’s regiments for six weeks.

    They had no chance whatsoever.

    Nothing they did even delayed the advance of the Luna Wolves. Shrugging off cannon rounds and the backwash of explosives, the Terminators wrenched their way through the shield walls, and blasted down the storm-doors. They crushed the spark of electric life out of the sentry drones with their mighty claws, and pushed down the heaped barricades with their shoulders. The company flooded in behind them, firing their weapons into the rising smoke.”
    - / Horus Rising, p.255 - **
Strength
    - Calgar one-shots and Avatar of Khaine after tanking its attacks:
    Spoiler
    “So it was that Calgar fell upon the Avatar before the other was aware of his presence, and smote the creature a dolorous and terrible blow. Bellowing with fury, the Avatar turned to face its new attacker. Its first strike missed the Chapter Master by a hair's breadth. The second tore a great wound from Calgar's armour. A third drove deep into his shoulder, cleaving the pauldron and driving the Chapter Master to one knee. But the fourth, intended as the coup de grace to sever Calgar's head from his shoulders, slammed into the armoured palm of Calgar's left hand.

    The armoured glove charred and warped as Calgar closed his grasp about the blade. No other gauntlet could have withstood that mighty blow nor the furious heat behind. But the fabled Gauntlets of Ultramar were of older and sterner make, crafted with skill and technology long lost to the race of Man. For a moment, mortal and god strove for control of the incandescent sword, and in that moment the Avatar was defenceless. Rising up, Calgar struck with all his strength, bringing his other gauntlet around in a mighty arc. The Avatar roared in pain and fury as the power fist punched clean through the molten ichor of its torso. With a final bellow, the Avatar exploded in a white-hot flash that showered cinders and molten metal all around.”
    - Codex: Space Marines (5e), p.35 - Battles of the Ultramarines

    - Terminator turns a fortified door into a Marine-killing weapon with his Thunder Hammer:
    Spoiler
    “It took Praetor three blows from his thunder hammer to batter the bulkhead door down and send it screeching from its moorings into the corridor at speed. Like most sons of Vulkan, his strength was prodigious, but even among the Fire-born Praetor had a reputation for incredible feats. Brought on by fury and determination, this one ranked as one of the toughest.

    The closest Raptor didn't see it coming. Six thousand kilograms of half-metre-thick metal took the renegade down, slamming into its torso and nearly cutting it in two.”
    - Fear The Alien, p.146 - Prometheus Requiem

    - Decimates a meter-thick, fortified door:
    Spoiler
    “My fist hits the iron door with a crack of thunder. The impact shatters the emerald scales of the hydra that rears across their width. Inside my Terminator armour, enfolded in adamantium and ceramite, I feel the blow jolt through my thin flesh. Lightning crackles around my fist as I pull it back, the armour giving me strength. I bring my fist down and the metre-thick doors fall in a shower of splintered metal. I walk through their shattered remains, my feet crushing the scattered ruby eyes of the hydra to red dust on the stone floor.” / Hammer and Bolter (#10), p.24 - **

    - Punching w/ Power Fist:
    Spoiler
    “Demosthor drew back his power fist and punched the Iron Warrior with such strength he was thrown clear out of sight by the impact.” / Endeavour of Will, p.33 - **
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Re: Adeptus Astartes [Discussion]

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    - A Dread in all its glory:
    Spoiler
    “One of the Dreadnoughts was armed with an assault cannon that whined as it began to spin, muzzle-flare spitting from its barrels. Its exhaust stacks belched fumes as it heaved itself forward with titanic steps, its massive power claw clacking open and shut in eagerness. Its sepulchre was carved in the likeness of a stylised winged Astartes warrior, bolter clasped in its hands.

    The other Dreadnought was draped in regal blue banners depicting scenes of victory. It planted its heavy feet and stabilising maglocks slammed down, rooting it in place. A second later it began to lay down a withering barrage, missiles streaming from launchers and superheated blasts screaming from the scorched double barrels of its multi-melta.
    Marduk threw himself into a roll as the newcomers’ fire tore across the breadth of the corridor.

    Bolters roared in response, spraying the enemy Dreadnoughts, and Reaper autocannons tore chunks out of their hull plating, yet they were barely scratched. The floor shook as the advancing Dreadnought’s momentum increased, while the screaming of its assault cannon reached a deafening pitch.

    Melta guns integrated into combi-bolters fired, blurring the air with waves of heat, causing blistered welts to appear upon the Dreadnought’s ceramite plates. Cables and servos melted, dripping steaming gulps of liquefied metal onto the deck floor, but the Dreadnought did not slow.

    Still firing its assault cannon, it grabbed the first Anointed brother it reached, its massive paw closing around his Terminator-armoured body and lifting him into the air. The warrior slammed his power axe into the mechanical beast’s armoured forearm, embedding it deep, before he was hurled away.

    The Dreadnought smashed another cult warrior aside with a sweep of its massive arm, knocking the Terminator into a pillar. Even such a blow was not enough to finish the heavily armoured Chaos Marine, and he rose to one knee and blasted white-hot plasma from his combi-bolter into the Dreadnought’s sarcophagus. It was merely a last-ditch act of defiance and the damage it caused was negligible. The Dreadnought’s assault cannon roared and the warrior was torn apart. The mechanised behemoth’s armoured bulk rotated towards Marduk, and it began to advance upon him, stitching the corridor with lines of fire.

    Krak missiles streamed up the corridor, obliterating all they touched in devastating explosions. Ignoring the danger, XVII Legion warriors moved to interpose themselves between the advancing Dreadnought and their hallowed Dark Apostle, but they were swatted aside like children and cut down by the torrent of fire spitting from the whirling barrels of its assault cannon. The torso of one warrior, a battle-scared veteran who had fought as part of the Host since its inception, simply disappeared in a cloud of bloody vapour as a multi-melta blast struck him square on. The super-heated mist of blood splattered across Marduk, who stood snarling up at the Dreadnought as it boredown upon him.

    Ashkanez leapt past him with a defiant roar, smashing at the Dreadnought with his power maul. He scarcely dented its armoured plates, and the Dreadnought swept him aside with a heavy blow. He crashed into an exposed girder, which buckled beneath his weight, and fell heavily to the deck floor.

    Servos and pneumatics wheezing, the White Consuls Dreadnought drew back its massive powerfist. If it struck, it would crush Marduk utterly. The Dreadnought struck with a speed that belied its bulk, and Marduk only barely avoiding the blow, throwing himself into a roll that took him beneath the strike. There was a mighty crash and the sound of wrenching metal, and as Marduk came to his feet, he saw the Dreadnought’s fist embedded deep in the buckled metal of the blastdoors.
    It struggled to pull itself free, and with one arm still embedded in the metal door, it dragged its assault cannon around, tearing up everything in its path as it sought to bring the heavy weapon to bear on Marduk.

    With a curse, Marduk threw himself flat as thousands of rounds ripped across the corridor, leaving a smoking line of impacts where they struck.

    Another warrior was melted beneath the intense heat of the other Dreadnought’s multi-melta, fusing him to the thick armoured blast-doors. Missiles roared from the launch tubes, engulfing a Coterie in a series of explosions that tore them to pieces.”
    - Dark Creed, p.61 & 62 - **
Miscellaneous
    - Chaos Dreadnought ages:
    Spoiler
    “Their peal woke the Dreadnoughts from their rusting slumber. The sixteen Dreadnoughts of the Blood Gorgons shifted sleepily as servitors anointed their machine joints. They were old bondsmen – some four thousand years old – locked in their coffins of war.They had earned their rest and did not wake for petty foibles, but even they recognised the apocalypse tolls.” / Blood Gorgons, p.16 - **

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    - Hardened mutant bones mean absolutely nothing:
    Spoiler
    “Chaplain Belphegor smashed his crozius into the face of a mutant and saw its skull shatter like thin glass.” - Imperial Armour Voulme 7, p.79 - Siege of Vraks
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I anticipate this thread getting a lot of info added to it, so I will collect all previous contributions into one post to give credit to those who provide them as I clean the thread up by deleting old posts to streamline the first page. Pardon any confusion this may cause, but it'll make sense soon enough.
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“Sol pattern monomolecular edge close combat weapon” – Codex: Space Marines (3rd Edition), Pg. 2

"Methandes surged forward and plunged the saw-toothed blade of his close-combat knife deep into the back of the cultist. When the big space Marine pulled the knife out, the sniper's torso was almost ripped in two." - Tales from the Dark Millenium, Pg. 40

Terminator killing a door.
Spoiler
It took Praetor three blows from his thunder hammer to batter the bulkhead door down and send it screeching from its moorings into the corridor at speed. Like most sons of Vulkan, his strength was prodigious, but even among the Fire-born Praetor had a reputation for incredible feats. Brought on by fury and determination, this one ranked as one of the toughest.
The closest Raptor didn't see it coming. Six thousand kilograms of half-metre-thick metal took the renegade down, slamming into its torso and nearly cutting it in two.
- Fear The Alien, Pg. 146 - Prometheus Requiem

Terminator endurance.
Spoiler
"Another two warriors charged. Forrix roared in battle fury as he felt the blade of a crackling sword rip through his armour, between his ribs and into his primary heart. Angrily he slammed his fist down across the blade, wrenching it from the Space Marine's grip before removing his arm with a backhanded blow. He shoulder charged the other warrior, crushing his helmet against the tunnel wall before disembowelling the armed Space Marine with his power fist.
Gunfire hammered him and he felt the bone shield within his chest cavity crack as a bolter shell exploded within the ceramite plates of his armour. He dropped to his knees as the Imperial Fist closed the gap, firing as he advanced. Forrix tore out the sword protruding from his chest and hacked the warrior's legs out from under him, pitching him face-first into the waste matter.
He pulled himself to his feet as more bullets hammered him. A grenade splashed next to him and he hurled himself back as it detonated. Muffled by the water, the blast threw up a spray of liquid and debris, but its lethal force was spent and he was unharmed.
He rose to his knees as another Imperial Fist charged him. A bolt took Forrix high on the temple, blasting a portion of his helmet clear and blood streamed down his face. Something slammed into his visor, ripping the helmet from his head. He felt his jawbone shatter. Bright lights burst before his eyes and he splashed backwards into the water, gagging as the liquid waste poured into his nose and open mouth.
The toxins seared his eyes and blistered his skin in seconds. He lashed out with his fist, feeling it connect with something solid, and scrambled back, lifting his head from the slime. He spat a froth of viscous matter, retching as his body fought against the toxins he had ingested.
He blinked through the searing pain in his eyes, battling to focus as something came towards him. He punched out blindly, but missed and bellowed in pain as he felt the wide blade of another sword pierce his chest, tear through his lungs and burst through the backplate of his armour.
He gripped the sword blade and kicked out, hearing something splinter and a cry of pain. Blindly, he groped in the swirling, bloody water, feeling something thrashing in front of him. Forrix roared and smashed his power fist down upon the shape, breaking it apart in a flurry of crushing blows. His chest burned with hot agony as his secondary heart and multi-lung fought to keep him alive despite the massive traumas his body had suffered."
- Storm of Iron, Pg. 248-249

Speed
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"They came out from behind the trees around her, two, then three, then five, all told: five primuls in a circle around her, their eyes like murder for what she had done to their kin.
They threw themselves at her.
For many years afterwards, for the rest of her life, in fact, Perdet Suiton Antoni often wondered how none of them heard him coming. He was just there, suddenly. How could something that big move so fast and so silently, and appear without notice? Between the moment when the primuls began to spring and the moment when they would have fallen upon her, the giant appeared and interposed himself between her and the foul, pouncing creatures. It was almost as if he had stopped the flow of time and edited himself into that particular frame of it.
What followed lasted about three seconds.
The giant had his combat shield locked on his left arm and his short, heavy sword in his right fist. As he arrived, he was swinging the shield out, and smashed it flat into the nearest, leaping primul, shattering bones and deflecting the thing away. Wheeling, he hacked his sword clean through the neck and shoulder of the second, casting out a shower of dark red blood, and then ripped backwards low, cutting through the corpse's thighs even as it toppled, so that the whole mass of the primul folded into a collapsed heap. The third, coming in at the giant's left flank, held some kind of pistol weapon, an ugly, spiky device that spat hard, sharp bullets of buzzing metal. The giant turned, raising his left forearm upright from the elbow, and guarded his face with the combat shield in time to switch the buzzing projectiles away. They struck the shield with loud, angry cracks. One embedded itself there. Another bounced off and decapitated a nearby sapling. As the third bullet hit, the giant deftly tilted his arm very slightly, and ricocheted it off sideways straight into the face of the fourth primul. The creature's head split like a blood-fruit and the primul was savagely thumped backwards, off the ground, its legs wide. It landed, spread-eagled, on its back.
Before the third primul could fire its pistol again, the giant whipped his right arm over and threw his sword like a lance. It struck the primul through the chest, lifting it off its feet with the force of the throw, and impaled it to an olive tree's trunk, its feet dangling and twitching.
The remaining primul, wicked blades in both hands, was dancing round behind the giant. With his free right hand, the giant grabbed the heavy firearm that had been knocking at his hip on its long strap, and shot the primul twice, in the face and the chest. The double boom of the massive gun was so loud it made Antoni cry out and cover her ears. The force of the shots tore the primul apart, and slammed its mangled body across the grove. It bounced sideways off a tree trunk and fell into the bracken. Silence, except for the gurgle of leaking blood."
- Brothers of the Snake, Pg. 63-65

Resistance to poisons, toxins etc
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"It was said that there was no toxin too strong, no poison so powerful and no contagion of such lethality that a Death Guard could not resist it. From their inception, the XIV Legion had always been the Emperor’s warriors in the most hostile of environments, fighting through chem-clouds or acidic atmospheres that no normal human could survive in. Barbarus, the Legion’s base, the adoptive home planet of Mortarion himself, molded this characteristic. As with their primarch, so with his Astartes: the Death Guard were a resilient, invincible breed.
They hardened themselves through stringent training regimens as neophyte Astartes, willingly exposing themselves to, chemical agents, contaminants, mortal viral strains and venoms of a thousand different shades. They could resist them all. It was how they had found victory amid the blight-fungus of Urssa, how they had weathered the hornet swarms on Ogre IV, the reason why they had been sent to fight the chlorine-breathing jorgall."
- Flight of the Eisenstein, Pg. 58

Dreadnought
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"One of the Dreadnoughts was armed with an assault cannon that whined as it began to spin, muzzle-flare spitting from its barrels. Its exhaust stacks belched fumes as it heaved itself forward with titanic steps, its massive power claw clacking open and shut in eagerness. Its sepulchre was carved in the likeness of a stylised winged Astartes warrior, bolter clasped in its hands.
The other Dreadnought was draped in regal blue banners depicting scenes of victory. It planted its heavy feet and stabilising maglocks slammed down, rooting it in place. A second later it began to lay down a withering barrage, missiles streaming from launchers and superheated blasts screaming from the scorched double barrels of its multi-melta.
Marduk threw himself into a roll as the newcomers’ fire tore across the breadth of the corridor.
Bolters roared in response, spraying the enemy Dreadnoughts, and Reaper autocannons tore chunks out of their hull plating, yet they were barely scratched. The floor shook as the advancing Dreadnought’s momentum increased, while the screaming of its assault cannon reached a deafening pitch.
Melta guns integrated into combi-bolters fired, blurring the air with waves of heat, causing blistered welts to appear upon the Dreadnought’s ceramite plates. Cables and servos melted, dripping steaming gulps of liquefied metal onto the deck floor, but the Dreadnought did not slow.
Still firing its assault cannon, it grabbed the first Anointed brother it reached, its massive paw closing around his Terminator-armoured body and lifting him into the air. The warrior slammed his power axe into the mechanical beast’s armoured forearm, embedding it deep, before he was hurled away.
The Dreadnought smashed another cult warrior aside with a sweep of its massive arm, knocking the Terminator into a pillar. Even such a blow was not enough to finish the heavily armoured Chaos Marine, and he rose to one knee and blasted white-hot plasma from his combi-bolter into the Dreadnought’s sarcophagus. It was merely a last-ditch act of defiance and the damage it caused was negligible. The Dreadnought’s assault cannon roared and the warrior was torn apart. The mechanised behemoth’s armoured bulk rotated towards Marduk, and it began to advance upon him, stitching the corridor with lines of fire.
Krak missiles streamed up the corridor, obliterating all they touched in devastating explosions. Ignoring the danger, XVII Legion warriors moved to interpose themselves between the advancing Dreadnought and their hallowed Dark Apostle, but they were swatted aside like children and cut down by the torrent of fire spitting from the whirling barrels of its assault cannon. The torso of one warrior, a battle-scared veteran who had fought as part of the Host since its inception, simply disappeared in a cloud of bloody vapour as a multi-melta blast struck him square on. The super-heated mist of blood splattered across Marduk, who stood snarling up at the Dreadnought as it boredown upon him.
Ashkanez leapt past him with a defiant roar, smashing at the Dreadnought with his power maul. He scarcely dented its armoured plates, and the Dreadnought swept him aside with a heavy blow. He crashed into an exposed girder, which buckled beneath his weight, and fell heavily to the deck floor.
Servos and pneumatics wheezing, the White Consuls Dreadnought drew back its massive powerfist. If it struck, it would crush Marduk utterly. The Dreadnought struck with a speed that belied its bulk, and Marduk only barely avoiding the blow, throwing himself into a roll that took him beneath the strike. There was a mighty crash and the sound of wrenching metal, and as Marduk came to his feet, he saw the Dreadnought’s fist embedded deep in the buckled metal of the blastdoors.
It struggled to pull itself free, and with one arm still embedded in the metal door, it dragged its assault cannon around, tearing up everything in its path as it sought to bring the heavy weapon to bear on Marduk.
With a curse, Marduk threw himself flat as thousands of rounds ripped across the corridor, leaving a smoking line of impacts where they struck.
Another warrior was melted beneath the intense heat of the other Dreadnought’s multi-melta, fusing him to the thick armoured blast-doors. Missiles roared from the launch tubes, engulfing a Coterie in a series of explosions that tore them to pieces."
- Dark Creed, Pg. 61-62

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"His battle-hardened mind assessed the relative strengths and weakness of the six soldiers without conscious thought; armament, distance, levels of combat effectiveness, routes of attack and escape calculated in less than a few panicked beatings of their hearts." - Imperial Armour Volume Nine: The Badab War - Part One, Pg. 46

Helmet info.
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"Like powered armour the suit's helmet contains its combat system. Referred to as auto-senses, features include thought-activated comms-link, bio-status readouts, full diagnostic and self repair functions, microphone, amplifiers, ear-protectors and an auto-reactive photochromatic visor to prevent the dazzling effect of sudden bright lights. Once plugged into his suit (a long procedure which requires the aid of several tech-adepts), the suit's visor also displays tactical information such as maps, way-point markers, compass, target recognition friend or foe and range-finder information and gives access to all the suits systems." - Imperial Armour Volume Four: The Anphelion Project, Pg. 15 - Red Scorpions' Terminator

Toxic spit in action.
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"The primul lord kept the claw pinned hard with his spear, one handed, as he drew out a bite-dagger to finish Priad off. The twinned blade rose up.
In the final second, Priad remembered his benediction. He was still envenomed from that lucky omen on the Cydides Isthmus. He was a striking snake. He tensed the Betcher's glands in his hard palette, where the green-back viper's toxins had been contained, and spat into the primul lord's eyes.
The primul screamed and fell back, clawing at his mask."
- Brothers of the Snake, Pg. 408

Power armor feels weightless to a Marine. Increases strength.
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"The armoured panels that covered my arms were scratched and dented, but they seemed immovably fixed, as though they were somehow grafted to my body. The ceramite plates looked heavy and formidable, and yet I could not feel their weight at all. It was as though they were made of the air itself. The armour supports its own weight. It does not sap my strength; it gives strength to me." - Dawn of War: Tempest, Pg. 208

Having an arm blown off doesn't stop a Chaos Marine.
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"As another melta-bomb was slammed into place by a warrior of the 217th coterie, the champion Namar-sin staggered into the protection beneath the gateway, smoking bullet craters across his armour. His left arm was gone, blown clear by autocannon fire, and his armour was awash with blood.
'You took your time,' growled Marduk.
'I apologise, my lord,' he said. The powerful anticoagulants in the warrior's blood had already stemmed the flow, and formed a thick crust around the shocking wound.
'I can still do my job,' said Namar-sin defensively, feeling Marduk's gaze on his injuries. Gritting his teeth, the champion primed his melta-bomb somewhat awkwardly with one hand, before slamming the bulky grenade into position."
- Dark Disciple, Pg. 28-29
"Brother Namar-sin was at Marduk's side, and he buried his axe in the chest of another of the soldiers, the pain of his severed arm lending him additional strength and fervour." - Dark Disciple, Pg. 30

A Space Marine continues to fight on even after his arm is cut off and internal organs pulped.
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"The sergeant lifted his chainsword defensively, but the arm holding it was hacked off as Khalaxis struck downwards with his chainaxe, the biting teeth of the weapon grinding through power armour, flesh and bone.
Blood pumped from the wound and Khalaxis brought his knee up hard into the sergeant’s groin, cracking ceramite. With a backhand slap he knocked the plasma pistol from the sergeant’s hand, sending it spinning across the deck floor and planted the barrel of his bolt pistol against the White Consul’s chest plate, right over his primary heart. “See you in hell,” said Khalaxis, and he squeezed the trigger. It took three shots to penetrate the thick power armour and the bonded ribcage of the White Consul, but the fourth detonated within the warrior’s chest cavity, pulping the organs within. Still, the Consul was Astartes, and did not die. He continued to grapple with Khalaxis, who pounded his fist repeatedly into the White Consul’s helmet, shattering one lens and caving in his rebreather. With a wrench, Khalaxis tore the Space Marine’s ruptured helmet from his head, so that he could see the face of the one he was about to kill. The Consul’s face was noble and proud, and three metal service studs protruded from his brow. His genetic lineage was readily apparent, for he had the same arrogant cast to his features as had the despised Primarch Roboute Guilliman, making Khalaxis’ hatred surge all the more hotly. “For Calth,” hissed Khalaxis, drawing his fist back.
“You did not win then, and you shall not win here, infidel,” said the White Consul, his voice defiant and haughty.
With a snarl of rage, Khalaxis drove his fist into the Astartes’ face, killing him instantly. Breathing hard, Khalaxis rose above the now unrecognisable White Consul. He spat upon the corpse and gave it one last kick."
- Dark Creed, Pg. 47

Microsecond reaction time.
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"As the shell seared past, Rangar threw himself flat behind the low pile of rubble trying to make himself as small a target as possible. That had been close, too close. The shot had almost parted his hair. Only his lightning quick reflexes, and the microsecond's warning provided by his superhuman senses had got him out of the way. If he had ducked half a heartbeat later, his head would have been an exploding fountain of gore and bone." The Space Wolf Omnibus, Pg. 269

Fisherking wrote:I think this is a pretty nice quote as it shows space marine being able to withstand pretty big drops.
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"The Assault Marines bounded down the ramp, jump packs flaring. In pairs they threw themselves from the gunship's open prow. Boreas tracked their descent on the external pict-feeds, watching the ten Space Marines plunge to the ground, their jump packs slowing their descent. With impacts that would have shattered the bones of lesser warriors, Zaltys's squad landed in the compound, ferrocrete cracking beneath their booted feet." - The Purging of Kadillus pg. 226

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"Chaplain Belphegor smashed his crozius into the face of a mutant and saw its skull shatter like thin glass." Imperial Armour Voulme 7 Siege of vraks pg. 79

"From somewhere a flamer unleashed a blaze of burning promethium, a gush of flaming orange liquid washed over him, but encased inside his armour he barely felt the intense heat." Imperial Armour Volume 7 Siege of vraks pg. 79

The_Assassin711 wrote:Ceramite heat resistance:
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" The black marble of the pyre-slab reflected the lava’s fiery glow, the veined stone cast in reds and oranges. Two thick chains were piston-drilled to one of the short edges, and the rectangular pyre-slab hung down lengthwise. Ceramite coated its surface, so the py re-slab would be impervious to the magma heat. It would take Kadai on his final journey into the heart of Mount Deathfire." Salamnder pg. 13

Space Marine strength/endurance/pain tolerance (this slab he is carrying bears the corpse of his dead captain (who is armoured) Dak'ir is unarmoured for this):
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"At last the moment came. Dak’ir had carried the weight of the pyre-slab for several hours. His shoulders did not even feel this exertion as he fed the chain down slowly , hand-over-hand. Each of the vast links, twice as large as an Astartes’ fist, was etched with the symbols of Promethean lore: the hammer, the anvil, the flame. Though the chain links would not dissolve when they touched the lava, they were still red-hot from the rising heat. As each link fed through his palm, Dak’ir gripped it and felt the symbols being slowly branded into his flesh.

Steam issued from every grasp . Dak’ir did not even flinch. He was focused on his task and knew that every link in the chain must be gripped in precisely the same way so that the three symbols were burned into the same place on his p alm. Any mistake, however slight, would be obvious afterwards. The ruined mark would be scoured away by brander-priests, shame and disgrace left in its stead." Salamander pg. 20

A display function in a Space Marine's helmet:
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"Errant bullets from the greenskins’ chain guns and solid-shot cannons chipped at the rock wall. A shard spanged against Dak’ir’s pauldron but he barely felt it. The spatial display on his right helmet lens told him the orks were just three hundred and sixty-five point three metres away." Salamander pg. 329

Reload time on a bolter:
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"“Reloading,” shouted Dak’ir, ducking back behind the rocks to expel the partially spent magazine and ram home another one. The process took less than three seconds." Salamander pgs. 329-330

'Minor' injuries to Space Marines:
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"Other more minor injuries — severed hands, gouged eyes, punctured lungs — appeared more frequently." Salamander pg. 340

Terminator armor easily tanks flamer (The Firedrakes are the Salamander's 1st company, they wear terminator armor (I also believe Praetor (the Firedrake Sergeant) isn't wearing a helmet during this, but it is never outright stated, just worth mentioning on the side):
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"Honorious bathed the sergeant of the Firedrakes with his flamer, burning the diminutive greenskins off him like they were an infestation." Salamander pg. 361

Not sure why I never put this up here...

Space Marines in power armor can tank lightning and laugh it off. (The ones in the quote are even wearing MKIV power amor too boot.)
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” ‘We’re exposed out here,’ Bulle muttered. ‘Let’s get back into the forest.’Tarvitz was amused. Bulle made it sound as if the stalk thickets were safe ground.Giant forks of lightning, savage and yellow-white phosphorescent, were searing down into the open space, explosively scorching theearth. Though each fork only existed for a nanosecond, they seemed solid and real, like fundamental, physical structures, likeupturned, thorny trees. Three Astartes, including Lucius, were struck. Secure in their Mark IV plate, they shrugged off the massive,detonating impacts and laughed as aftershock electrical blooms crackled like garlands of blue wire around their armour for a few seconds.” Horus Rising pg. 232

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“The storm above grew still more ferocious. Five more men were struck. One of them, Ulzoras, was actually knocked off his feet. Theysaw fused, glassy craters in the ground where lightning had earthed with the force of penetrator missiles. The shield-storm seemed to be pressing down on them, like a lid across the sky, pressurising the air, and squeezing them in an atmospheric vice.” Horus Rising pg. 233
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Re: Adeptus Astartes [Discussion]

Postby Jwlynas » Fri Sep 16, 2011 7:58 pm

I can't imagine GW will ever make an official statement, so I must ask, how canon are we considering "Warhammer 40,000 : Space Marine" to be?

There's talk of it being an Alternate universe due to its addition of yet another 4th company to the Ultramarine ranks, but I don't think its official talk
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Re: Adeptus Astartes [Discussion]

Postby The_Assassin711 » Sat Sep 17, 2011 1:03 pm

There's talk of it being an Alternate universe due to its addition of yet another 4th company to the Ultramarine ranks, but I don't think its official talk


Perhaps it just takes place at a different point in time than the "current" 4th company? Have to keep in mind "current" 40k is anywhere within the span of Early M41 - Mid M42.
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