Dkarporian Spear

A foreboding weapon of incredible power, the Dkarporian Spear is an oft-used measure of the Sect of Structure to impress upon the enemy the power of the VIIth. Cowing enemies as seemingly impenetrable defences are decimated in one strike, it is the ultimate result of the hubris of the enemies of mankind.

## **History**

Though the origins of the weapon itself are not currently known, it is rumoured to have been introduced as the Legion was reorganizing itself under Tenzin's new rule. Gifted to the Sect of Structure, it would find itself laboured over with great reverence befitting of it's Ganden namesake. Named after one of the hundreds of mountain gods of their homeworld, Dkar-po-ri was known as a particularly vicious god, striking down fools whose souls weighed heavy with hubris. Though the mythology was eventually replaced by the monastic rule, the name and the legend would live on to haunt the enemies of mankind on many a world.

On one such world the Monastic Ascendants would find themselves under the baying tide of the greenskins, and losing badly. Though matrices would bait and harass the living wall of fungi to drag them in every direction, attempting to wear their numbers down through the world's misty swamps, it was proving to be a hard task. No matter the numbers isolated and gunned down the orks would simply amass again and renew their push towards the remaining imperial HQ on the planet. This small bastion was a ramshackle thing, built in haste to establish a method of slowing the greenskins down, a tactic that was clearly not working.

The hours ground on, more pockets were cut off and destroyed but finally the orks had the command post in their sight. With their objective in sight the warboss gave one final scream, pushing his boyz on to destroy the Imperial base.

Before they could though, arcing lightning began to appear on the roof of the building, before the atmosphere itself seemed to quiet everything, including the greenskin's screaming. At the apex of this pause a bolt of lightning fired upwards into the sky before falling silent again.

Confused by this display, the orks have momentarily paused, looking to their warboss in confusion as a single marine jumped down from the roof. Though he had the muzzles of his brother's bolters at his back he advances alone, directly toward the ork warboss before stopping, and levelling his spear.

Understanding the challenge, the mountain of an ork strode forth, easily double the height of his foe. Power claw snapping and orange sparking energy reflecting off his grim, scarred face, the warboss wasted no time, lunging at the marine like a charging grox. Managing only to grab air as he made a swipe, the marine had already shifted out of his path, testing a few blows against the great beast's side as he passed him.

The marine was somewhat impressed and annoyed to find his blows turned aside, the orange-lightning striking out to manifest itself in the form of a crude energy shield surrounding the greenskin's body. Assessing this further as the warboss made another wide-armed swipe he stepped back, looking at the HQ and the ork horde almost encompassing him before looking at a small indicator in his helm. Baying for blood and violence they still maintained a wide berth for the sake of safety, knowing any one of their boss' strikes could take them out as well.

A careful dance then played out over the next minute or so, the warboss making clumsy but powerful strikes and the Monastic Ascendant finding his blows rejected by the energy-shield or far too shallow to be of any use. All this changed however when a opening seemingly appeared.

Having lost patience with the marine the warboss began to attack wildly, leaving easily exploited openings as the spearhead sunk into flesh over and over again. Green blood pouring down his body, the marine moved in. Looking to cut his opponent down he brought his spearhead down onto the creature's skull before the blade bit into flesh.

It was however, the wrong flesh as the ork's right wrist held the energised blade in place. Power field crackling it managed to slowly cut through the meat and bone of the wrist, leaving it dangling on a thread of sinew, but far from it's original target. Launching out with his other arm the ork's power klaw bit deep into the marine's shoulder in return, quickly buckling the armour. The pauldron groaned, cracks formed and it finally broke as the heavy impellers of the klaw crunched down and with a mighty roar the warboss tore the arm clean off.

Landing in the muck behind the two the marine recoiled at the loss, managing to pull back his spear into his other hand he was knocked backwards as the lumbering weight of the klaw smashed into him like a rhino.

The warboss stood up, blood pouring all over his body, and with a toothy grimace looked at his severed hand. Taking the limp remains in his mouth, he ripped it clean off, and spitting it into the ground before turning his attention to the marine. Scrambling in the mud, he tried to move away from the warboss, clutching the quickly clotting wound in the side of his torso. Seeing his opponent near death the greenskin strode up to the marine, leting out a wet, gurgling chuckle as he raised his power claw, and the timer in the marine's helmet hit zero.

Without a whisper the clouded sky was torn open as a lightning bolt cracks back down to earth. A thundering wave of mud and debris rocked the entire area as the duel was interrupted. Knocked flat around the area, it took some time for everyone to recover. When the dust and mud cleared however, even the normally unshakable boisterousness of the orks was quieted for a time.

The warboss was standing where he previously had been, but not of his own volition. A three metre long spear of solid metal had impaled itself through the bulk of his body, entering above his back and exiting through his stomach, continuing into the earth, pinning him to the ground like some sort of agri-world statue for scaring away birds. And standing next to him, spear in hand, was the Monastic Ascendant.

Looking down at the quivering wreck of the boss, still somehow alive thanks to the toughness of greenskin physiology, the marine watched the orange sparks play over his opponents body as the shield generator spat it's last coils of energy into the warboss. Lifting his head he looked to the orks around him, the wreckage of his arm wound having finally clotted he lifted the spear with one hand levelling it at the base of the warboss' neck, before raising it into the air one last time and slicing it clean off.

In that single strike the Waaagh caved in under it's own weight. The psychic backlash leaving the marines to mop up the local area and begin a further campaign of hunting missions to rid the world of the remnants. Though it was a hard campaign, it solidified the name of Dkar-po-ri, mountain god of Ganden, as the punisher of hubris, no matter where in the galaxy someone may lurk.

## **Design**

An unsuspectingly simple device to look at, the Dkarporian is anything but when it comes to it's function. Made from an angular, dark silver material it's lower body has all the functionality of a regular rifle weapon. Fitted with a pair of large energy cable connections they feed the enormous energy requirements of such a weapon. Menacingly protruding from the body of the gun are a pair of magnetic accelerator catapults pulsating with lightning as if it were a living thing. With these linked in sync they can propel metallic objects to extreme speeds, some even making comparison's to the Primarch's sidearm, the 'Mindful Clarity'.

Though a great loss overall, the original ammunition used was either lost or never recovered along with the weapon itself. In this instance there was no shortage of materials to replace the originals, but alongside the re-founding of the legion and Tenzin's acclimatization to Imperial systems, it was a length process in finding the right combination. It is even said that for all the rebuilding and fortification work that took place on Ganden's peaks after Tenzin was found, the strangest thing seen by the locals was consistent storm would hang over the fortifications. Even stranger still would be the lightning that would ascend from the construction site, piercing the storm's clouds before quickly recovering.

What would emerge from this would be the distinctive 'spear' ammunition the Dkarporian would use, light as a feather, but tough as adamantium. Seemingly made from a singular material and fashioned into shape, the 'spear' can even be used as a formidable, if primitive melee weapon by a space marine. Though it lacks in a power field the spear-head of the object can easily penetrate armour even with little force applied behind it, somehow 'repelling' the molecules of an object out of the way to allow it to pass through.

Put together, the end result allows a user to weird one of the most deadly ranged weapons available to the legiones astartes. Whether put to use destroying superheavy tanks near the frontlines or annihilating high-value targets from over the horizon it stands unchallenged the punisher of hubris.