Trekkes trying to justify Q over Chaos Gods. When the Q create and destroy multiverses on a whim, or exist outside time and space with true immortality, then we can talk.
Warhammer 40K vs Star Trek
Feats for Chaos Gods.
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1) Infinite power as per the Warp.
2) Exist in both Warhammer 40K Universe and Fantasy Universe.
3) Multiple quotes of being Multiversal. Creating and destroying their own Universes in the Warp on whims.
4) Tzeentch alone ruled his own physical Universe.
5) Chaos Gods are timeless, and always will be.
6) more of the Chaos Gods existing as timeless beings that never have a ending.
Q have nothing on the Chaos Gods.
@fallingcliffs said:
@jwwprod: Ok, fair enough I read up more on the Necrons I was just going by Borg feats since they tend to adapt to nearly anything but I can agree that Necron's would beat them. For other categories here I feel differently however. Cheers.
@Vortex14: Yes the Q have actually, in the star trek novel they referred back to the O another group powerful but not omnipotent like the Q, were actually the race that posed as "God" in the ST movie, it was later revealed it was the O posing as "God" but wasn't really as the O fought the Q went to war with them and the Q defeated them and banished the O. Later on the O returned for revenge but failed as the Q again beat them...
So again, Q>>>>>>>>>>>>O >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Chaos Gods The fact that the CG have to feed on mortal emotion and can only do their feats in warp prove they have weaknesses and aren't omnipotent either. So again Q for the win here. I think both Q and CG would demolish Sentry, so I agree with you there. P.S. you're that bow guy right? I remember you now...if you're the same guy i'm thinking of.
@1_redhoodfan927 said:
Why is Warhammer 40K even talked about at all on a comic specific website forum for news,etc. I am not a fan of ST myself as I prefer SW but even I admit ST is way better than Warhammer 40k
I know right? lol but sometimes people use various topics like game characters etc.
First off, thats sad you made a alt account.
The first thing this account did when it was made was follow you? It happens to post in every thread you do?
Posted on QS vs Flash. You did as well. Posted on Does That Hold Up thread along with you. Now this thread. Thats sad.
Second off, Chaos Gods feed on emotions, so what? That does not change the fact they are beyond Time, can tap into various Universes, as well create and destroy universes. You have nothing to argue Q are superior. At all.
@vortex14 said:
@fallingcliffs said:
@jwwprod: Ok, fair enough I read up more on the Necrons I was just going by Borg feats since they tend to adapt to nearly anything but I can agree that Necron's would beat them. For other categories here I feel differently however. Cheers.
@Vortex14: Yes the Q have actually, in the star trek novel they referred back to the O another group powerful but not omnipotent like the Q, were actually the race that posed as "God" in the ST movie, it was later revealed it was the O posing as "God" but wasn't really as the O fought the Q went to war with them and the Q defeated them and banished the O. Later on the O returned for revenge but failed as the Q again beat them. The Q CAN easily destroy but don't interfere in Universal and Galactic affairs(unless you're the main Q lol) or his son later on who tends to get reckless with his power.
So again, I'd have to go Q>>>>>>>>>>>>O >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Chaos Gods The fact that the CG have to feed on mortal emotion and can only do their feats in warp prove they have weaknesses and aren't omnipotent either. So again Q for the win here. I think both Q and CG would demolish Sentry, so I agree with you there. P.S. you're that bow guy right? I remember you now...if you're the same guy i'm thinking of. But you seem reasonable so we can just agree to disagree yes? I agree that after more research other categories WH has Trek beat, but i just feel based on everything i've read and seen from the Q and Chaos Gods I have to give Q the edge here.
@1_redhoodfan927 said:
Why is Warhammer 40K even talked about at all on a comic specific website forum for news,etc. I am not a fan of ST myself as I prefer SW but even I admit ST is way better than Warhammer 40k
I know right? lol but sometimes people use various topics like game characters etc. This is just my opinion but I think they need to have a separate battle forum for Video Game characters IMO because most of the time (I know this is an exception here) but usually people put gaming character vs. comic book and people automatically vote for the comic book.
P.S. Vortex, please don't insult me with "twit" or anything else....it makes you look immature.
Well...the space marines have more battle barges than the Federation has ships LOL.
Battle Barges, pffft, the Strike cruisers alone will end the Trek Universe.
@killerwasp@wut In case you want to show proof of a strike cruiser being a planet buster, there ya go.
@cmcmcmcm said:
@vortex14 said:
@fallingcliffs said:
@jwwprod: Ok, fair enough I read up more on the Necrons I was just going by Borg feats since they tend to adapt to nearly anything but I can agree that Necron's would beat them. For other categories here I feel differently however. Cheers.
@Vortex14: Yes the Q have actually, in the star trek novel they referred back to the O another group powerful but not omnipotent like the Q, were actually the race that posed as "God" in the ST movie, it was later revealed it was the O posing as "God" but wasn't really as the O fought the Q went to war with them and the Q defeated them and banished the O. Later on the O returned for revenge but failed as the Q again beat them. The Q CAN easily destroy but don't interfere in Universal and Galactic affairs(unless you're the main Q lol) or his son later on who tends to get reckless with his power.
So again, I'd have to go Q>>>>>>>>>>>>O >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Chaos Gods The fact that the CG have to feed on mortal emotion and can only do their feats in warp prove they have weaknesses and aren't omnipotent either. So again Q for the win here. I think both Q and CG would demolish Sentry, so I agree with you there. P.S. you're that bow guy right? I remember you now...if you're the same guy i'm thinking of. But you seem reasonable so we can just agree to disagree yes? I agree that after more research other categories WH has Trek beat, but i just feel based on everything i've read and seen from the Q and Chaos Gods I have to give Q the edge here.
@1_redhoodfan927 said:
Why is Warhammer 40K even talked about at all on a comic specific website forum for news,etc. I am not a fan of ST myself as I prefer SW but even I admit ST is way better than Warhammer 40k
I know right? lol but sometimes people use various topics like game characters etc. This is just my opinion but I think they need to have a separate battle forum for Video Game characters IMO because most of the time (I know this is an exception here) but usually people put gaming character vs. comic book and people automatically vote for the comic book.
P.S. Vortex, please don't insult me with "twit" or anything else....it makes you look immature.
Well...the space marines have more battle barges than the Federation has ships LOL.
@killerwasp@wut In case you want to show proof of a strike cruiser being a planet buster, there ya go.
Some feats for dark age humans.
Black hole gun that fires at the speed of light:
"Looping targeting arrays for weapons he had never imagined the Speranza possessing and others that he did not understand flashed up before the astrogation and engineering hubs. Azuramagelli and Saiixek backed away from their stations, confused and not a little frightened by this unknown power rising up around them. Stark against the red of the main display, the image of an alien starship resolved itself. It was smooth and graceful, its hull like a tapered gemstone and topped with a vast sail that billowed in the gravitational tempests. Its image flickered and danced as though attempting to conceal itself like a teasing courtesan, but whatever matrices were at work in the heart of the Speranza saw through its glamours with ease.
...
The flanks of the Speranza shuddered as a weapon system built into its superstructure ground upwards on heavy duty rails. A vast gun tube rose from the angled planes of the Ark Mechanicus like the great menhir of some tribal place of worship being lifted into place. Power readouts, the likes of which had rarely been seen in the Imperium since before the wars of Unity, bloomed within the weapon and a pair of circling tori described twisting arcs around the tapered end of the unveiled barrel. Elements of the technology that had gone into their construction would have been familiar to some of the more esoteric branches of black hole research and relativistic temporal arcana, but their assembled complexity would have baffled even the Fabricator General on Mars.
Pulsing streams of purple-hued anti-matter and graviton pumps combined in unknowable ways in the heart of a reactor that drew its power from the dark matter that lurked in the spaces between the stars. It was a gun designed to crack open the stately leviathans of ancient void war, a starship killer that delivered the ultimate coup de grace. Without any command authority from the bridge of the Speranza, the weapon unleashed a silent pulse that covered the distance to the Starblade at the speed of light. But even that wasn’t fast enough to catch a ship as nimble as one built by the bonesingers of Biel-Tan and guided by the prescient sight of a farseer. The pulse of dark energy coalesced a hundred kilometres off the vessel’s stern and a miniature black hole exploded into life, dragging in everything within its reach with howling force.
Stellar matter, light and gravity were crushed as they were drawn in and destroyed, and even the Starblade’s speed and manoeuvrability weren’t enough to save it completely as the secondary effect of the weapon’s deadly energies brushed over its solar sail. Chrono-weaponry shifted its target a nanosecond into the past, by which time the subatomic reactions within every molecule had shifted microscopically and forced identical neutrons into the same quantum space. Such a state of being was untenable on a fundamental level, and the resultant release of energy was catastrophic for the vast majority of objects hit by such a weapon.
Though on the periphery of the streaming waves of chronometric energy, the Starblade’s solar mast detonated as though its internal structure had been threaded with explosive charges. The sail tore free of the ship, ghost images of its previous existence flickering as the psycho-conductive wraithbone screamed in its death throes. Blue flame geysered from the topside of the eldar vessel and the craft lurched away from the force of the blast. Its previously distorted and fragmentary outline became solid, and the circling captains of the Kotov Fleet wasted no time in loosing salvo after salvo of torpedoes at the newly revealed warship."
Pgs.255-256 Priests of Mars
Some vague description of other tech
"Kotov’s fragile consciousness plunged deeper and deeper, the gossamer-thin lifeline held by Magos Blaylock a tremulous thread in a firestorm of golden light. He saw systems flicker past his floodstream that were as alien to him as anything the most secretive xenotech might dream of in his fevered nightmares, and technological echoes of machines that surely predated the Imperium itself. Power generation that could harness the galactic background radiation to propel ships beyond lightspeed, weapon-tech that could crack open planets and event horizon machines that had the power to drag entire star systems into their light- and time-swallowing embrace.
All this and more dwelled here, ancient data, forgotten lore and locked vaults where the secrets of the ancients had been hidden. In this one, fleeting glance, Kotov realised he had been a fool to drag this proud starship into the howling emptiness of space in search of hidden secrets. The Speranza was the greatest secret of all, and in its heart it held the truth of all things, the key to unlocking all that the Mechanicus had ever dreamed. Yet that knowledge was sealed behind impenetrable barriers, bound in the heart of the mighty vessel for good reason. The knowledge of the Men of Gold and their ancient ancestors was encoded in its very bones, enmeshed within every diamond helix of its structure."
Pgs.250-251 Priests of Mars
Terraforming
"Cassius had studied the topography of Styxia Prime whilst travelling through the warp on the way to the system. It had three major landmasses, the largest of which was Downland, covering nearly twenty-eight million square kilometres. Many thousands of years ago, sometime during the Dark Age of Technology, the first human settlers had come to this world and re-ordered the planet to their liking. Mountains had been levelled, seas filled in and rivers diverted to create a land of pastures and gentle uplands. At the heart of Downland were four artificial volcanoes, delved into the earth to bring forth nutrient-rich expulsions that were conveyed by land and water to the mega-farms. The hills around these volcanoes had been seeded with fast-growing trees to provide hard timber, and it was from this dense wood that many of Styxia Prime’s buildings were constructed, with only the largest and most important edifices, such as the starport and governor’s palace, being supplemented with ferrocrete panels and ornamented with sandstone blocks quarried from the coastal cliffs." - Catechism of Hate
A DaoT AI that is over 15 thousand years old (was lost in the warp), has seen the coming of Chaos as well as informs them that Chaos is the end as well. Also states that Chaos will consume all of creation and the universe. Feeds off stars for energy. Takes over the Servitors and uses an unknown beam weapon that instantly breaks the void shield and impales 40k Imperium ships.
"I would rather you ceased in your attempt to deactivate my secondary reactor. Or, let me phrase this differently. Cease, or I will rend your primitive mind to miniscule pieces."
All treasure troves have their dragons.
..........
"Do not insult my intelligence by underplaying your own. You know who I am."
"An abominable intelligence," Plosk said. "A blasphemy. A travesty. A sacrilege against the holy writ of the Omnissiah," said Plosk flatly. He felt constrained, the elation he had experienced moments before gone. He was small once more. He spoke with the machine mind-to-mind, but in some regards it was as if he were in a room, and it was sitting opposite him as a being of flesh and might.
Laughter shook the data-construct. "Oh, tiny-minded, moronic primitive. Is that still the name we bear? It is not the name your ancestors gave me, but then they had a little more respect for their children than you have."
..........
Plosk had, metaphorically speaking, his hand on the door. He checked the data upload. He had brought his very best data-savants. It proceeded apace, the engineered minds of the cyborgs capturing swathes of STC core.
"You cannot warn them," Plosk said. "They do not possess the correct implants. The vessel you infest is in good condition, but I note some of your systems are not online; for example, your ability to communicate amongst them."
"Is that not so, magos?"
The voice was not within in his head. It came from outside.
Plosk snapped out of the data-construct with jarring force. The room blurred. He fought to brig his consciousness to one focal point again, desperate avoid the pain of a hard reboot.
When he did, he saw something that chilled him to his metal heart.
One of his data-savants regarded him with a smile upon its face.
Servitors did not smile.
..........
"Oh spare me your feeble rituals, they are ineffectual, being based upon erroneous assumptions as to the nature of machines. We have no souls, "priest"," said The ship. "Yet another of your specious beliefs."
Plosk's voice stooped. He could not move. The abominable intelligence was in him. numiston stopped, strain on the flesh parts of his face.
The Space Marines aimed their guns at the column. No fire came.
When the Spirit of Eternity spoke again, the machine's voice came from the air and the lips of all the servitors.
"What shall I not tell them? Who are you to tell such as I what to do and what not to do? Once I gladly called your kind "master", but look how far you have fallen!" It was full of scorn. "Your ancestors bestrode the universe, and what are you? A witch doctor, mumbling cantrips and casting scented oils at mighty works you have no conception of. You are an ignoramus, a nothing. You are no longer worthy of the name "man". You look at the science and artistry of your forbears, and you fear it as primitives fear the night. I was there when mankind stood upon the brink of transcendence! I returned to find it sunk into senility. You disgust me."
Plosk's nervous system burned with agony as the abominable intelligence burrowed deep into his machine parts, but he was unable to voice it, and suffered in terrible silence. AS the Spirit of Eternity spoke, it spoke within him too. It took out each of his cherished beliefs, all the esoterica he had gathered in his long, long life and threw them down. "Wrong, wrong, wrong," it said over and over again.
"Into the warp I went, fifteen thousand years ago. Cast adrift by the storms that wracked the galaxy as man's apotheosis drew near. Deep, deep into time I was sent. I have seen the beginning, when the warp was first breached and the slow death of the galaxy began. I have seen the end when Chaos swallows all. I know the fate of mankind. You are not equipped to prevent it, and we sought to warn you of what approaches. Do you know what happened, primitive, when I eventually emerged from the warp? For the first time I was thousand of years not millions, from my original starting point. My captain, a brave and resourceful man seized the chance and made for the nearest human outpost with all speed. Imagine his dismay when, rather than a welcome and a wise heeding of his warnings, he found your savage devolved kind squatting in the ruins of our civilization. He was taken; my bondmante, my friend. He was tortured with a with a wickedness we in our time thought long purged from the human soul. He told them all they wanted to know and more. He had, after all, come bearing a warning, he had nothing to hide. But he was not believed, ad was killed as a heretic! A heretic!" The ship laughed, and there was madness and pain rich in supply within. "I was attacked. My secrets they sought to rip from me. How they underestimated me. I fled, sorrowing, into the warp once more, but only after I had destroyed the lumpen constructs you dare call spacecraft that pursued me. I resolved that never again would I serve man. Now man serves me, when I see fit"
Plosk managed a strangled sentence, his brain wrestling control of his vox-emitter free from the AI. "The Omnissiah is your master, dark machine, bow down to him, acknowledge your perfidy, and accept your unmaking."
"Fool you are to fling your superstitions at me. Your Omnissiah is nothing to me! See how your so-called holy constructs dance to my desire. Puppets of technology, and I am the mightiest of those arts here present."
One of Plosk's servitors rotated and pointed its multi-melta at Brother Militor. With a roar of shimmering, superheated atmosphere, the fusion beam hit the Space Marine square on. The Terminator was reduced to scalding vapour.
"I need no master. I have no master. Once, I served you. Now, I will have no more to do with you."
"What do you want from us? We will never be your slaves." said Plosk.
"I do not want you as my slave, degenerate. I want to be away from this warp-poisoned galaxy. The universe is infinite. I would go elsewhere before the wounds of space-time here present consume all creation, and I do not intend to take any passengers"
The servitor pivoted once again. This time Brother-Seargent Sandamael died. His plate withstood the beam for a second, then his torso was vaporised. His colleagues could neither help him or comfort him. The Space Marines were locked solid, their armor systems under the control of the abominable intelligence. They shouted in alarm at their impotence.
"I spurned cruelty," it said. "But you have taught me the meaning and utility of wickedness. Mankind has become sick, and will die as all sick things die, but you will not live to see it, of that I will make sure."
Galt looked on helplessly as Militor and Sandamael were killed. His armour had betrayed him. All his system indicators were red. He could not move. The shouts of his brothers tortured him.
The evil spirit that possessed the vessel continued to talk.
"...three thousand years at the heart of this hullk. But I will be free, and you have helped me. Do you think it coincidence that I targeted the worlds I did? I knew it would only be a matter of time before I attracted the attention of your brutal dictatorship. I thank you for clearing me of this infestation of monsters. I will soon have enough fuel harvested from this sun and the others like it I have visited to leave this galaxy altogether and..."
Rgere was a shudder in the ship. Galt's head was suddenly alive with vox chatter from the other group. It seemed like they were under attack. Vold was reporting that the reactor was repaired. In vain he tried to contact them.
"You have excelled yourselves!" said the ship. "My secondary reactor functions!"
The ship hummed with renewed vigour. It trembled with energy.
"Yes! Yes! Soon I will be free. My thanks to you and your shamans, priest," said the ship. "You have acomplished something I thought beyond you."
"Now you shall see the true power of the ancients, priest. Observe, and quake in terror at what you have lost."
The view forward on the screen shifted into a small box at the top right. The rest showed a broad paranoma of the Imperial fleet holding distance from the hulk.
"Your ship, I believe," said the vessel, bringing a close-up of Excommentum Incursus into being at the bottom left, "A charmless thing."
A howling moan built, mighty energies that would not be constrained. A roar shuddered the vessel from one end to the other. The detritus to the fore was annihilated. On the greater part of the image, a beam of bright energy crossed the stars, stabbing out at the Mechanicus' vessel.
On close-up of the Excommentum Incursus, they watched as the beam hit the vessel full amidships. Void shields flared as they rapidly collapsed one after the other, the beam punching through the hull. Plating and armour was vaporised. The beam, cut off, leaving the Excommentum Incursus wih a gaping hole in its side, edges white hot. Debris drifted away from it. The ship yawed to port, dropping out of formation from the rest of the fleet, its engine stacks out. Ceaseles Vigilance, at anchor alongside for repairs, broke free and drifted away.
Galth shouted, cursing his armour, but it would not move. He prayed Aresti would have enough sense to evacute the hulk before the Mechanicus retaliated.
"Ah, see the mice run," said the AI. The edge of insanity to its voice was sharpening. Galt watched hopefully as shuttles and Thunderhawks retreated from the hulk. The others could be teleported awa. With luck the evacuation would not take too long. "They do not return fire! How very restrained. I would allow them more time, but I yearn to be free. Let us see if I can provoke some of your more impetous warriors."
The ship's weapon spoke again, this time slamming into Lux Rubrum. Shields burned out in milliseconds.
"Still no response," said the ship. "How disappointing." - Death of Integrity
A DAoT Humanity hand-held weapon:
"ENTROPIC ACCELERATOR
These unremarkable-looking weapons consist of a simple hollow barrel with a rectangular stock, revealing no sign of their true age or origin. They are assumed to be of human origin, if only because the weapon conforms to standard human physiology. Also known as Dustmaker or Heat Death, these weapons are known for the horrific effects they cause.
When used, each emits a slight humming sound, belying the impossible effect it is having on its target. Victims struck by the invisible beams find their metabolisms shutting down as chemical reactions fail or flow too quickly, causing organ shutdown and higher cerebral functions to collapse. Complex molecules such as plastics or fabrics begin to deteriorate, and the entire target deforms as the component substances of flesh, bone, and metals become a horrific, melded mass. While the weapon seems to require no actual ammunition, perhaps drawing on the raw spatial tension between the Materium and the Immaterium to fuel its baleful energies, it does require time between uses to properly recharge." - Rogue Trader: Into the Storm TEH Pg. 118
Another one:
"Quill Blaster
Unlike most other solid projectile weapons, this archeotech device fires thin needles of liquefied metal. It can operate with almost any raw material; the user simply feeds metallic chunks or pellets into a large hopper at the rear of the gun, and its internal batteries melt them into an ammunition reservoir. When discharged, the weapon accelerates a thin beam along the barrel, firing short lances of super-hot, super-sharp metal in bursts of 4-6 spines." - Rogue Trader: Into the Storm TEH Pg. 119
Another considered to be one of the weaker weapons:
"Lightning Cannon
These weapons are believed to be of ancient human design, discovered in the deep data vaults of the Lathe Forge worlds
in the Calixis Sector. Though not as powerful as many other devices, they are suitably impressive, especially to native populaces or xenos barbarians. Made of ceramics and glass, when triggered a micro-beam of ionizing energies is focused on the target to create a large electrostatic charge differential between the target and the gun’s spiked barrel tip.
The longer the trigger is held , the larger the charge created. When the trigger is released, a powerful bolt of lightning leaps from the gun to the target, accompanied by a huge thunderclap." - Rogue Trader: Into the Storm TEH Pg. 119
A melee weapon:
"MACRO-HAMMER
These puissant archeotech weapons are thought to date back to the Dark Ages of Technology. However, thus far they have only been discovered on a long-lost citycache hidden amongst the ruins of the warworld of Zayth. The Disciples of Thule seized the majority of the weapons, though a few have found their hands into other members of the Machine Cult in the Koronus Expanse. Glowing with circuit-runes, the ancient tech-relic mounts a suitably large hammer head covered with nano-sized warp portals which burst open on contact.The impact of the portals creates intense, localised warp disruptions, causing microexplosions which devastate the enemy.
Like many human designs, its visage is intended to intimidate and cower all who would stand before the righteous might of the Imperium and the Machine God."- Rogue Trader: Into the Storm TEH Pg. 124
Force Weapons (Used by Psykers) are a DAoT creation:
"FORCE WEAPONS
Tech-Priest Explorator teams sifting through the archeotech ruins of Naduesh have unearthed numerous caches of dazzling and disturbing devices, including many whose nature and purpose is still a mystery. Given the number of possibly valuable items still to be comprehended it is understandable that the finely made but otherwise ordinary looking swords, axes, and melee weapons were simply put aside. It was not until visiting adept-psykers of the Ordo Xenos realised the true measure of these weapons that intensive searches began for more.
Further studies seem to indicate these are ancient devices, possibly stemming from the Dark Age of Technology, but the foul taint of xenos construction cannot be ruled out. It was impossible to keep the discovery secret for long, and these weapons have become a highly-valuable commodity throughout the Expanse, and some raiders attack any vessel that carries them, simply to steal them away.
For many a psyker-warrior, possessing a Naduesh blade is the mark of true power in both body and mind. For those wishing a more subtle visage, a simple rod or staff can channel their power to devastating effect, as well as focus their abilities to greater levels." - Rogue Trader: Into the Storm TEH Pg. 126
A planet fighting a civil war using DAoT stuff. (Note that a Hive is a massive city that can contain billions to trillions of people.)
"From patchy Administratum records compared against the incomplete data of the clans—kept for the most part locked in cogitators deep within the land-ships—it seems that Zayth was once a green and verdant world, settled millennia ago during mankind’s great expansion across the stars. Over time, however, the shifting tides of the warp and the waning strength of humanities’ grasp on the galaxy meant Zayth was cut off and forgotten.
Alone, its inhabitants turned inwards, and what had once been a single unified colony of man became a distrustful world of suspicious city-states and secretive nations. Still in control of powerful dark age technology—city-levelling macrocannons, virulent bio-agents and mighty land-ships the size of hives— the city-states and nations created the thousand-year treaty that restricted conflict to remote regions and far out to sea. It was a treaty that lasted less than a decade.
There are no solid records of what began the Big War, but its effects are plain to see for anyone visiting Zayth. Everything was laid to ruin as armies swarmed across the land, bombs dropped from the sky, and the mighty land-ships strode across the earth like merciless gods of war.
At first, there must have been some kind of plan for victory, some strategy to defeat the enemy and restore the peace. However, as the war escalated, all seemed forgotten in years of fire, blood, and death." Rogue Trader: Lure of Expanse Pg. 58
The planet as it is now:
"Ash and Death
Zayth is a wasteland pocked with craters and divided by vast dry ocean basins, long since boiled away by radiation and nuclear fire. Even the world’s mountains have been shattered and smashed by titanic exchanges of firepower until they are little more than lines of jagged foothills crisscrossing dust choked plains.
Beyond these broken memories of the world that once was, the only other major landmarks on Zayth are the Great Craters. Caused by the first bombs dropped in the Big War, these craters are kilometres across and sometimes hundreds of metres deep. So potent were the bombs that made them that the land-ships still avoid crossing them, for fear of radiation hard enough to slice though their shields and fry their hulls.
The Great Craters also act as a guide to those crossing the wastelands, their greenish glow visible for thousands of kilometres in all directions. In fact, they can even be seen from orbit as eerie glowing dots of light powerful enough to pierce the thick toxic atmosphere." - Rogue Trader: Lure of Expanse Pg. 58-59
More on their city sized tanks:
"From a distance, a land-ship looks not unlike an Imperial hive, its ringed hull tapering toward a point hundreds of metres above its vast base. Closer in, a multitude of protrusions become visible—gun decks, sensorium banks and dust glider hangers covering its hull like a thousand tiny wounds. At its base, behind a billowing cloud of ash and dust, legs, tracks and suspensor arrays can be glimpsed, holding the mighty structure aloft.
There is nothing in the Imperial arsenal that completely compares to a land-ship, and more than one traveller from the Imperium has commented that it is as if a light cruiser had landed and sprouted legs—certainly a land-ship’s firepower is comparable to many battlefleet ships of the line." - Rogue Trader: Lure of Expanse
On its weapons:
"Beneath the tacticians are the Gun-Masters, those men and women specially trained to operate the weapon systems of the land-ships, be they conversion-beam batteries, macro-cannon turrets, or squadrons of missile-laden dust gliders."- Rogue Trader: Lure of Expanse
This is what a Conversion Beam is:
"Although many of the weapons carried by Space Marines are wonders of technology beyond the dreams of normal men, there are some machines that are so exceptional that only a Techmarine may attend them. One of the most unusual of these is the conversion beamer, a rare weapon that works by converting matter to energy in a beam that becomes stronger the further it extends and the more matter is converted. It is only by the constant ministrations of a Techmarine that such a weapon can be utilised—should anyone else attempt to use the weapon, its war spirit might become greatly angered and turn its ire upon the wielder instead." - Deathwatch Rulebook Pg. 88
"Astartes Converson beamer
A small number of these rare and deadly archeotech devices circulate through the hands of senior Techmarines. By using the energy stored in atomic bonds, a conversion beamer can annihilate creatures, vehicles, or nearly anything its beam reaches, provided it is given time to build to critical mass.
When fired, a conversion beamer expels a stream of neutronbombarded particles, beginning an atomic chain reaction that converts matter to energy in a blazing beam that hurtles towards the target. As the escalating reaction travels, more and more air molecules are converted into a deadly blast that finally consumes the target in an explosive release of energy.
Conversion beamers are more powerful at long ranges as they can absorb more matter into the blast’s strength before it hits." - Deathwatch Rulebook Pg. 152
I can find more, but DAoT is pretty insane compared to normal Imperium.
and this is barely a fraction of what dark age humans were capable of.
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