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Lord General Maximus Alexander

A devoted champion of the Imperium. The General Inspires by leading from the front, using a mixture of tactics, skills, and cybernetic augmentation to lead his men onward.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by LordAedric

Description

Lord General Maximus Adrian Alexander can best be described as a stern, intimidating looking man. He stands at roughly 6'1 in height and bears a worn yet well built body type. The General sports a stature, bearing, and posture befitting his position, his every action being clear and concise. The general appears to be in his mid 40's when he is actually over Seventy. This is mainly due to Cybernetic Augmentation and Rejuvenation treatments, both of which are courtesy of the Generals position. He has short, combed back hair that was once entirely black, it now being plagued with grey streaks of hair. The General generally appears very well groomed save for the stubble he rarely gets rid of.



The Generals personality can be summed up with several words: Devoted, Compassionate, and Dutiful. Maximus cares for his men and their morale, knowing it to be the sole factor in deciding whether or not victory would be theirs. That being said, Maximus will not hesitate to sacrifice his guardsmen if it's for the greater good of the battle or war effort. Finally, Maximus is whole heartedly devoted to the Imperium of man and the Imperial Guard. from the alluring call of Chaos all the way to the biological nightmare of the Tyranids, Maximus defiantly leads his men onward.



Cybernetics - Ocular implants: Implants within the eyes seek to augment the generals sight and reaction times. These are notably greater than a humans and allow the general to personally react to fast creatures such as the Eldar. Furthermore, Maximus sports an extremely rare augmentation atop of those. The eyes also function as weapons, capable of expelling overcharged lasblasts at the cost of the eyes themselves.


Artificial Muscle: Rebuilt muscle tissue augments the Generals physical strength and speed to a degree. Additional bone supports aid in this endeavor, allowing Maximus to wield two handed weapons with one hand, overpower humans, or somewhat allow the fighting of enemies such as Space Marines or Tyranids.

Rebuilt Organs: Afforded the ability to actually receive these life saving operations, Maximus sports a plethora of rebuilt or repaired organs that function above their original state. A bionic heart allows the body to pump blood much more efficiently, Lungs can operate at increased levels, and much more.

Weaponry - Master Crafted Power Claw w/ Storm Bolter aka Titan Claw: A wrist mounted weapon, The Titan Claw resembles a gauntlet with three slit like protrusions above the three main knuckles. Atop this gauntlet is a wrist mounted weapon known as a Storm Bolter. The Storm Bolter fires a devastating hail of 20mm armor piercing explosive warheads. Regarding the three slits, When engaged in Melee, Three blades extend from said slits in a manner like wolverine claws ( however these do not actually come out of the hand nor are they housed inside the body ). The " Claws " are wreathed in a blue field that when combined with the craftsmanship, create a deadly close combat weapon. Additionally, The Power Fields surrounding the Claws disrupt matter molecularly upon contact, giving them excellent anti armor abilities.


Hellpistol: Much like a Laspistol, this energy pistol fires a bolt of energy capable of creating a fist sized hole in a man. Being a hellpistol, It can fire for longer periods of times, do additional damage, and penetrate heavier armor.


Carapace armor: As much a symbol of Authority as it is Protection, Maximus is clad in a set of carapace armor. This heavy armor is an elite pick amongst those privileged or rich enough to acquire it.



Additional: Coat: Maximus wears a long almost cloak like coat. This coat is a steely grey in color and sports the Imperial Aquilla on the back of it.


Additional Info:

Maximus' exact age is eighty five standard terran years of age.

Maximus had a wife and three children all of whom are deceased.

Maximus Has always and continues to lead the 363rd Jericha Guard.

So begins...

Lord General Maximus Alexander's Story

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- Vorla IV - 5 hours into the " Slayer " Campaign -


a Beleaguered and besieged force of Imperial Guard Valiantly stand their ground against hordes of vicious savages. The Greenskinned savages throw themselves into volley after Volley of fire only for more to take their place. Standing at the head of this defense is a Man, He stands clad in a full suit of armor save for a helmet, an ornate cutlass clasped with the left hand. An enlarged gauntlet like device occupies the right hand, the ballistic weapon affixed to the top of said gauntlet spewing out an unforgiving hail of death. The General prepares to charge, rallying his men only for enemy artillery to explode several meters in front of them.


The General slowly comes to moments after landing, his mouth dry and his skin a bit pale. A ringing pesters his ears but he ignores this, banishing such weakness as it's the first step toward failure. Attempting to stand, The General finds himself unable, a darkness clouding his vision. Is this...death?It couldn't be. He had come closer many times before and never once did such an event befall him. Gritting his teeth, The General rises despite his bodies urging, taking several steps forward before blacking out.


No sooner than hitting the ground did The General Wake up, now in an entirely different area. Foliage?...The sound of rushing water? Standing, The general takes a moment to first observe and look for enemies, checking himself only after that was done. Should he not be interrupted, The General performs his self inspection, his armor having protected him from the earlier blast and its shrapnel. Taking a few moments now, The General seeks to take a brief rest.

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Makya spat his response, and his hand closed around the curved hunting knife at his side while Lerot's position concealed the subtle movement.

Meanwhile from the direction Achak had padded off in search of Tapu, both the big cat and the older Mira warrior stepped out from the nearby trees as they approached the precipice near the bridge.

"Well, I suppose if you say it, then it must be true," Tapu called out. "So if I just say I claim your holy God-Emperor. You can go home now, right?" Tapu quirked a grin at the Imperial.

At Tapu's side stood Achak, a menacing figure to contrast the jovial lopsided grin on Tapu's face.

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Hearing the zealous cry of a dedicated Imperial, General Maximus makes his way toward the source, taking great care to not fall into a trap or hazard. Upon hearing the command for one to drop their weapons, Maximus proceeds slower, taking great care to minimize his footfall. Noticing now, a man taking cover, Maximus levels his gauntleted hand. Firing the stormbolter, Maximus sends a short hail of about four mass reactive warheads at the mercenary. Should he be unable to dodge this burst, The man or humanoid would be struck and one of two things would then occurs. Either the armor piercing, 20mm gyroget like warheads penetrate their enemy and explode insideof them


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They are rebounded in some way. In the event this occurs, If not properly stopped, even an explosion occurring outside the body carries the risk of collapsing lungs and harming internal organs.

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Hearing the order to drop his weapons, followed by the familiar crack of bolter fire, TorgÀrd continues on his charge towards the two xenos before him, firing his laspistol at the big cat, Achak, the bolt of red light aimed right for the beast's left eye. Should it not be able to dodge in time, the flesh of the creature would prove to be of little match for Imperial engineering, and a fist sized hole would appear in it's head. Should this occur, TorgÀrd would now focus on Tapu, holding out his golden blade, issuing forth a challenge as he gets closer to the beast.

"Comes feel the wrath of the man foul creature."

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(my bad)

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Makya grabbed onto Lerot as the Imperial tensed to fire his weapon. All three of the bolts fired by TorgÀrd missed their mark as the young Mira warrior dragged Lerot behind the cover of a rock. The pair were caught between the bridge and Imperial, and now the Aschen too were approaching from the side of the bridge. If they crossed the bridge. Makya and Lerot would be in a bad position. The arrival of yet another Imperial soldier from the base of the falls - now firing explosive weaponry on the Aschen mercenaries - did little to improve the situation.

Makya grunted. Sometimes it was best to just clear the fuck out. He released the hilt of his knife and grabbed Lerot's arm as he pointed up.

"Can you climb?" he asked. The rock face would provide them cover from the Aschen while they were contending with the Imperial soldiers.

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Corporal Venner had but a split second to hear the bolter fire before the explosive projectile impacted the armor and subsequently spalled before exploding, sending the singular mercenary back and on the ground with critical injuries, but not dead.

Of course being so quick to open fire revealed the man's position, and two other mercenaries swung their weapons about. "We're taking fire!" One called out, before he returned fire, sending a fusillade of brilliant green bolts of energy towards the General. Each bolt carried enough plasma energy to liquefy most armors and cause third and fourth degree burns on armored and exposed flesh alike.

The barking of Aschen weapons continued, as one of the Mercenaries shifted, and now two were opening fire on Maximus in a salvo that would likely leave no survivors.

The Sergeant sneered slightly, and then he fired a three-shot burst down at TorgÀrd, three green blobs of plasma hurling towards him at the blink of an eye.

"Corporal Emerson, get reinforcements on the horn! Notify Commander Norton that we've engaged unknown hostiles!"

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As the lowly corporal falls, Maximus keeps his arm raised, quickly adjusting the aiming point at the Mercenaries now turning to face him. Unwilling to let him possibly call out for help, Maximus reopens fire, sending a withering hail of continued bolter fire. As this occurs, Maximus strafes toward the nearest source of cover, a rock big enough to take cover behind if one knelt.

If they had energy weapons then this wouldn't be an easy battle. The carapace plating could stand up to a few shots maybe, but anything above one or two was dangerously pushing it. He would have to hope his suppressive fire would be enough.

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Despite TorgÀrd's belief to the contrary, the bolt did little more than enrage Achak. The scaled and almost draconic nature of its face took the explosive round largely unharmed; though, he was momentarily blinded as the bolt scorched the scaly hide, but with a shake of its head it threw itself at TorgÀrd with impressive speed.

TorgÀrd would be hard pressed to wield a weapon like a sword against the cat, as the weapon would lose much of its effectiveness in close range where the feline had speed and strength to its advantage.

Tapu meanwhile was reaching much the same conclusion as Makya. The shit was hitting the fan, and it was time to clear the fuck out. He wasn't really sure where these people have even come from, but it was clearly just one of those days where an afternoon stroll wasn't on the agenda.

He let out a sharp whistle for Achak as he melded back into the surrounding rainforest.

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As the bolter fire continued, the Mercenaries continued to remain in cover, each bolt impacting and fragmenting stone. Emerson was watching Venner, before he grabbed his radio.

"Tech Con One Niner, Requesting support on grid one nine seven carom one one nine. Alert the Imperial Military that we have engaged unknown hostile nationals." He called out.

"Tech Con One niner requesting support from any Coalition Assets in the area. Grid One nine seven carom one---" He then ducked as a bolt struck nearby. "One nine, Alert unknown enemy hostiles, motivation unknown. Command Protocol Aschen Imperial Priority One Seven--" He flinched again, but Sergeant Siler had turned to cover, tossing a Deployable cover at Emerson, which sprang to action, broadcasting a large hemispherical shimmering blue barrier around him and facing towards the oncoming bolter fire.

The bolts would impact the shield with an audible 'Twang' and careen out at an angle, impacting harmlessly away from the covered mercenary.

"Tech Con one Niner requesting any Taiyou assistance in the area, Grid One Nine Seven Carom One one nine." He called out, while two Tech Con men, Private Nelson, and Corporal Hawk were setting up a rotary plasma cannon behind a small pile of rocks and a fallen log.

Siler raised his plasma rifle, and unleashed a rapid burst of ordinance in the General's direction, trying to keep up his own suppression.

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Watching as the large feline still managed to charge forth, TorgÀrd growls at the approaching threat. While the beast had the advantage in both speed and strength, the Commissar was all to familiar with fighting a battle against a larger, stronger foe, and as the large cat struck out at him, TorgÀrd parried and blocked each blow, his power sword more than a match for the angry cat's claws. Noting a shimmering light flashing across his jacket, his conversion shield blocking the incoming plasma fire, the Commissar takes a moment to note the appearance of the mercenaries, and their use of energized weaponry, before blocking yet another swing with the edge of his blade. Stepping back, TorgÀrd began firing his laspistol into the lines of the mercenaries, hoping to provide some cover fire, as their shield was deployed, keeping his sword raised to fend of the beast. Hearing a whistle, he would dive behind the cover of a large stone, checking himself over for damage before raising a call on the Vox

"This is Commissar TorgÀrd, requesting acknowledgment from any Imperial forces in the area, by the Emperor, respond."

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"Play it again" A voice commanded. the radio replayed a call for help 'Tech Con One Niner requesting any Taiyou assistance in the area, Grid One Nine Seve Carom One One Nine.'. Without a word the aqua armored soldier turned and headed off. As the armored soldier walked off she said. "Inform Command that we got the call. I'm taking Puma to keep her out of trouble. Keep me aprised of anything up here" With that the soldier left the ship with only a M12LRV deginated as Puma.

Puma recently updated with a new speaker system thanks to Lopez, was blasting said speakers as loud as she could. Only in this case it was rattling off the recent bullfighting scores as she headed for land. Lopez had switched out her LAAG with a EMP system/GAUSS Rocket system, she was ready for anything.

Carolina directly behind in a Helljumper pod. She got on her radio. "Tech Con One Niner this is Freelancer Alpha do you copy ? We are inbound to your postion, hold tight."

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"Best get moving then," Makya told him as he began the ascent up the falls.

Makya was well content to leave the Aschen and the Imperials to shooting each other up while he regrouped with Tapu to report back to Leonis on the situation.

The climb itself proved dangerous between the loose rock and the damp spray of the nearby falls - but once more Makya took to it with remarkable agility. He paused only once to make sure Lerot wasn't far behind before he continued towards the summit overhead.

Once clear of the rock face, Makya quickly led the pair clear of the area.

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”Confirmed One Niner Actual -- standby for the clear skies.”



Onboard the NG-3394, a Globewalker AER craft, klaxons sounded as the flight personnel were rushing to their positions after the most recent exchange of orders: though it was patrolling the arctic wastes of northern Terra it would now be the first-responder to the most recent development, another spat in Hafirjan. Though the crew of the NG, or the Naggie Gertrude as she was known to her sailors, had served on Terra with distinction in the years prior the Gertrude had always been a tertiary platform.

“Satchmo Actual is a launch, we are on vector for mission.”

Through the translucent panelling the Gertrude disappeared in the stormcloud it had been ahead of on its approach to Hafirjan, a spiderweb of raindrops streaking off the skin of the M/D-91. The Trodaire as it was called was a nimble but aggressively built fighter-bomber and interceptor, capable of not only attacking ground targets (more than effectively) but also defending other craft from interception and destruction. As the ghost of the Globewalker faded, the patrol of eight craft were only minutes from making landfall over Hafirjan when the commanding flight sergeant activated the comms.

“One Niner Actual this is Satchmo on-station. High altitude strike, close munitions and cluster-weapons on the platform over. Ready for your targets.”

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Achak was a cat, not a swordsman, and a cats claws were not for fencing. The animals tactics seemed more in line with bullrushing rather than trading blows. Tapu's sharp whistle called the beast off though as it too took to the rainforest rather than engage the shit storm of Imperial and Aschen warriors.

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The Helljumper pod hammered into the ground 50 meters ahead of Maximus. Blasting open the entery breach Carolina withdrew a pair of strange blue rifles and opened fire. Her target was locked. Puma landed directly behind Maximus and was looking around for targets. Finding Tech Con One Niner she turned and rumbled over to the group holded up. Of course her moment of arrival included getting hit dead on from two or three bolter rounds which caused her to barrel roll madly before landing on all four wheels.

Projecting herself in her AI form she floated in front of two of the injured Tech Con mercs. "Hello, I am Puma of ONI Experimental Weapons Division. How may I assist you ? I can provide cover, distraction or extraction as required." Of course it was hard to understand or hear Puma speak as the speakers of her M12 LRV frame wer blasting mexican music.

Meanwhile Carolina faced off against the Space Marine. On her back was her old favorite weapon. Her Grav Hammer. What fun!

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As the General cut and run from his position, the two Mercenaries that were setting up the plasma cannon quickly stopped, the Private grabbed his weapon and started to give pursuit.

"Gods Damnit we're going to need a Reverence uplink if we're going to sift through all this jungle!" The Sergeant shouted, as the second Corporal moved to assist Venner, pulling him behind cover.

"Satchmo, Alpha, this is One Niner Actual, be advised we have wounded and will require Exfil, how copy Also Be advised unknown hostiles have disengaged, Our Sergeant and a Private have broken to pursue, requesting Command-Net Uplink." Emerson called on the radio, as Siler, and Private Nadine moved through the jungle, with their enhanced Aschen physiology after the General.

"We're not going to be able to keep up." The Sergeant said, climbing through some foliage.

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AHSC Chariot of Fire
Reverence I class Planetary Assault Carrier
Geosynchronous Orbit above Hafirjan
Commander Bryn Magus


"Commander!" A Lieutenant turned as the Tech Con transmission managed to reach Aschen waves.

"We have a distress signal from Tech Con patrols in Hafirjan, unknown military hostiles. They're not armed like the natives." The Lieutenant said, while Commander Magus nodded.

The AI then chimed in. "Commander, I have detected unknown radio patterns, Primitive frequencies with minimal encryption, I've analyzed the frequencies and can transmit on your command."

Magus nodded slightly. "Alright, use their radio communications coupled with surface scans to track their movements. Prepare a squad of Marines, I want him alive." The Commander ordered, and the AI Nodded.

"I will transmit a warning."

She then patched herself into the Imperial Vox communications network, broadcasting a smooth, monotone female voice.

"Attention unknown hostiles, your attacks against the Empire will not go unpunished. It is advised you surrender immediately, or face further abrasive action."

The message would simply repeat.

All while the Lieutenant turned to the Commander.

"Marine drop pods are away, ETA One millicenton."

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Stopping at the arrival of this new foe, Maximus raises his hands, ejecting the empty stormbolter off the gauntlet it was affixed to. After it lands by his right foot, Maximus Speaks, using an officers level of command voice and presence.


" I am General Maximus Alexander of the Imperium of Man. I demand to know why one of my own was put at gunpoint? "

Maximus was ready for shit to hit the proverbial fan, his enhanced bionic muscles already tensed and ready to move. He did hope however, that this could be resolved

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Spotting the Imperial general making a break for it, TorgÀrd let loose a curse before taking off after his superior officer, annoyed that the enemies of man were clearly more entrenched on this world than previously thought. Running after the General, he feels the impact of the incoming drop pod, watching the armored figure walk out, briefly feeling a surge of fear. Did these heretics have the forces of the Chaos Space Marine legions at their sides? Truly this world would be doomed to Exterminatus should the arch-traitors be found here. Taking a moment to get a better look at the figure, he lets loose a sign, as he realizes, that this indeed is closer to an armored guardsman than one of the astartes.