Marines Immaculate

"BLEACH FOR THE BLEACH GOD! SUDS FOR THE SUD THRONE!" --The Marines Immaculate's typical warcry

The Marines Immaculate are a chaos offshoot of the Reasonable Marines. Where most marines are only OCD about heresy, the Marines Immaculate extended that definition to include all dirt, germs, and grime. This made them turn against the Imperium, as the Emperor, as a rotting corpse, is one of the most disgusting things they could ever think to follow. They do not follow any of the four Great Chaos Gods, instead worshiping one known as "The Great Clean One", "The Billy of Mays", or the "Prince of Palmolive." Rather than relying on smoggy promethium-based fuels, their vehicles are powered by pure warp power (which has no carbon footprint). Their flamers, rather than shooting sooty flames, fire high-powered UV rays. They are a truly horrible threat to face, always preceded by the horrible, wafting odor of a fresh meadow breeze under a Springtime sun. Their armor, immaculate and polished to an impossible sheen, make it difficult to draw a bead on them. The only signs they leave of their presence is a battlefield so clean, you could eat off of it. Many soldiers do, and fall prey to the Great Clean One's fresh lemon-scented corruption. Now, it must be noted that the Reasonable Marines do not take the potential for these traitors to spring from their ranks lightly. The marines showing the ocd qualities are given a psych eval, and if needed a forced discharge because behavior like that is most unreasonable, they do however provide pension and free drinks at the reasonable marines vxw (veterans of xenos war) lodges, but by the time toe first check comes in its usually too late and the retiree will reject it as he can "feel the germs mocking screaming CORRUPTING! OH GOD THESE GERMS ARE KILLING THE EMPEROR! MUST PURGE ALL GERMS AND THEIR HOSTS!"

Origin

The origin of these marines are clouded in febreeze and myth, it is said that there was a secret 21st primarch “Billy of Mays” that the mighty Emperor tried to hide due to massive corruption in the gene-seed but it was far too late.

During the Great Crusade while the rest of the marines were reunited with their great primarchs there was one legion that was not, the Great Clean Ones travelled and travelled looking for their primarch whom they assumed would be just like them. The OCD, extreme germ phobic marines cleansed the filth that was the universe one planet at a time. With their modified boltguns that now shoot a huge blast of foam that they called “scrubbing bubbles” and their massive maces that look oddly similar to ancient mouth cleaning devices now dubbed “ Oral-B’s” they go about their duties of cleanliness.

Then one day while their fleet was looking for filth to purge they stumbled across a planet, to the IoM it was called ly-sol 3, but the Sanitation marines knew this was their home, upon planet fall they are greeted by the cleanest people they have ever met, not an inpurity in sight nor a smear of dirt on the entire planet.

The clean peoples of ly-sol 3 brought them to their king a great bearded man of impeccable health and cleanliness. The marines knew immediately who this was, THE GREAT CLEAN ONE HIMSELF!!!! Billy of Mays! Throughout the entire legion their warcry was bellowed at the top of their lungs! SCRUBBING BUBBLES FOR THE EMPOROR! CLEANLINESS FOR THE CLEAN THRONE!

Typical Corruption

The reasonable marine looked at his dwelling. It was spotless, pure. In the days since his discharge he finally had the time to get some cleaning done, cleaning that was desperately needed. He let out a sigh of relaxation and went to get some mordian iron brew from the fridge. As he crossed the room to the kitchen he noticed an open window, a window that had a single dust molecule floating through it and into his house. He stood, paralyzed in fear as the hell spawned mite hung aloft over his spotless abode, and then it landed gently on his drinking glass. he stood in silence gaping at the thing, wondering why he was afraid of a pathetic dust mite when he had fought against the FILTHY orks and the vomitious tyranids. A voice sounded, interrupting his reverie "ARE YOU TIRED OF GERMS WORMS DIRT AND FILTH!? WELL PLEDGE YOUR SOUL TO ME AND SAY GOODBYE TO DECAY FOREVER! BUT WAIT THERES MORE! PLEDGE IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES AND YOULL GET GIFTS OF THE CLEAN ONE ABSOLUTELY FREE!!! PLEDGE NOW" as the ringing echo of the voice died out, the marine looked to his armor and devotional image of the emperor. He knew what he had to do. after he cleaned his armor and straightened the picture that it. He leaned back and let out a loud war cry "BLEACH FOR THE BLEACH GOD! SUDS FOR THE SUD THRONE"

Forge World Bubos IX

The crackling of the vox woke up the heretic lord. Rolling out of his perfectly tailored bedsheets he gestured to his polished servitors and they began to completely clean the entire chamber. He grabbed his orthodontal cleansing rod and ocular liquidrops and began the morning ritual. ten times on all sides. His face, once normal but now raw and red from years of consistent scrubbing gazed back at him from the mirror. He would have the apothicleanery attach more pure skin soon. He simply could not have a face that was as tore apart as that of a nurglite. With his gloves on (as ever) he began to inspect his armor for blemishes, marks that would single him out as unclean. satisfied that the armor was sufficiently pure he slowly donned it, preparing it in bleach and incantations of cleanliness the entire time. he then made his way to the bridge of the shining ship. he arrived on the immaculate bridge as the men were beginning one of their hourly scouring rituals. he breathed in good pure air and turned to his aide. the aide, wordlessly pointed at a viewscreen showing the forge world bubos IX. "forge worlds" the bright lord growled "a stain on the galaxy and an abomination to the clean one. their pollutants and sooty factorums must be cleansed lest they push forth their filth onto the entire galaxy. how soon till arrival?" the navbot replied with "eta of exactly 10 minutes sir" the lord again took a deep breath of fresh scented air and said "good. prepare the instruments of purification" the men scrambled to the lower bays. all around the ship soft jazz sounded, the soothing tones of the cleanest. The vessel emerged from the warp in a jolt of dazzling energy above the forge world. from belowdecks the cry came over the vox "the weapon is ready my lord... FOR THE BLEACH GOD" "for the bleach god" came the reply. the lord moved his vessel into position. it had to be perfect. just the right alignment. just the perfect order. no mistakes could be made. Nary a single blemish could escape. from the commscanners came an alarm, the forge world PDF had seen the glittering vessel and had launched interceptor frigates. the lord laughed a crisp clean laugh and ordered the gunners "fire lye cannons. let us clean these scum" the cannons blasted forth in a blaze of light and the frigates shuddered at the impact. the report from the cannons came again, and a third time. at the third blast the PDF cruisers broke apart, their hulls unable to stand the consistent barrage of purity washing over them. the cannons fired twice more. satisfied that the ship was now in prime position he calmly strode over to the command chair and sat down in its squeaky clean cushion. he got on the vox and said "IMMACULATE MARINES! once, we were servants to a disgusting dying emperor and his putrescent filth of an empire, now we serve one greater. one who will not let the rank disease continue. This day we show our devotion! this day we rain clean death upon the servants of the maggot king! this day we cleanse!" and at that he pressed the button. the ship power dimmed as a concentrated UV beam struck the forge world, purging it of all life, germs, filth and atmosphere. the planet, now evaporated into chunks of pure rock and chrome flung itself apart as the servants of the great clean one sang in exultation of their service to the bright god. the lord ordered the astro techs to find another target and make all haste to getting there. one world cleansed, millions left.

Freyr VIII

After many weeks of travel, the Arcadian 118th infantry and 356th armored regiments emerged from the warp to descend upon the Imperium world of Freyr VIII. Not more than a month ago, they had received an Astropathic distress call from the planet's capital claiming that its PDF was being utterly decimated by blindingly illuminated figures who claimed to be serving "the Great Clean One". As the naval force carrying the regiments emerged from the warp however, it immediately became apparent that something was amiss. Where Freyr VIII was supposedly located upon the star map, there was only a bright rock, devoid of all life or any other outstanding features. Even the atmosphere had been blown away from the planet. A small detachment from the 118th was sent planetside to scout out the capital and see if there were any survivors. Upon landing, the soldiers came out to a horrific site. A sea of chrome appeared before them. The land in its entirety was scrubbed clean of any life or personality even though it had a fresh lemon scent. Everything that had once lived now lie dead, never to decay. Never to fall prey to the multitudes of bacteria once present on this world.

As the detachment moved into the city, they came upon an even more horrific site. Much like the plant life all over the rest of the planet, its citizens lay in a similar state. They had become chrome statues, forever a testament to their former lives lost in this great conflict. It became apparent that nothing could be done for this world after the first few hours of scouting and the detachment returned to their ship, not bloodied and bruised like normal, but disheartened all the same. Before the final private boarded the vessel, he took one last look over the expansive landscape before him and mutter to himself "Not even the Emperor's light can pierce this shell of cleanliness. May he help us all."

This is the destruction that the Sanitation Marines seek to bring upon the entire world and if they are not stopped, many more worlds of the Imperium will fall in the same way. Remember friends, the Emperor protects.

Duel

The marine stopped on a small rise, and looked about him.

The battlefield was spotless. The surviving vegetation had been carefully scrubbed, down to the last leaf. Te dirt had been washed away by sanitizer agent. All of the enemy guardsmen, one subdued, had been decontaminated and piled off to one side of the clearing. Cleanliness.

The marine allowed himself one moment of relaxation.

Suddenly, he tensed. Something was wrong. It a moment the source of this feeling manifested itself with a revolting squish as a plague marine emerged from around a boulder.

The marine's hands quaked. The pure blood rushing through his veins suffered a burst of equally clean adrenaline. One of his eyes twitched.

The marine gave into the frenzy, throwing himself at his foul counterpart with a bellow of rage, scrubber sword revving and oxyclean bolter coming up to fire.

The two opposites met.

The plague marine looked about, startled by the sudden scream. He was met by a barrage of soap rounds to the face, which then detonated and released the secondary stage of filtered water. As the plague marine staggered back, stumbling, the cleanliness marine brought down his scrubber sword upon the disgusting marine's neck seal. Careful to minimize the residue that fell on him, the cleanliness marine began to chant his chapter's somewhat catchy battle cries.

Soon, the plague marine lay incapacitated at the clean one's feet. The victorious marine looked with disgust at his grime- splattered sword and gauntlet.

He would have them both burned later. No heresy of the germs must survive.

A Vetran's Tale

Stuck between fact and fiction, a story floats about depicting just how dangerous a daemon of the Great Clean One can be. It accounts how one of the creatures managed to splash a Commissar with the terrible chemical its kind is known to carry about in strange chalices decorated in their naitive tongue. The most steeled marines are chilled by the description of the Commissar being reduced to tears by how soft and downy his coat was made. They say the men under him were forced to save his soul by ending his life.

one produced a strange container and all the heretics began to chant in a strange song "sc johnson, a family company" again and again. and then from the infernal device came a deluge of cleansing chemicals that purified our men and out vehicles. even our weapons. nothing was safe. my... my friends from cadia were the first ones hit. i knew them back in my hiver days, and suddenly... suddenly poof!! *sobs* oh god... the horror. the horror!

forgive my friend there. he has been through a rough patch. we all have. we are the only survivors of our unit after the sudden attack. we thought we had them on the run at one point, but they opened up a warp portal and summoned one of their twisted daemon machines. as the clean-cultists sang "stanley steamer makes your home cleaner" the machine awoke, snorting steam and noxious foam everywhere. those where werent immediately consumed were liquidated and absorbed by the machines inexorable and slow advance and retreat, advance and retreat.the only thing that saved us was the sudden appearance of the world eaters. while the sanitary scum tried to wipe the blood off of kharn and his ilk, the world eaters lost sight of their initial targets and we got the chance to slip into our vehicles and make a tactical retreat. never thought id be happy to see a chaos force come in ya kn-*blam*

Quotes

"Only kills 99.9% of germs?! HERESY OF THE HIGHEST ORDER!" "Hygiene is purity! Let the purgation begin!" "He's been sitting on the Golden Throne HOW LONG?! Oh no, that's way past the expiration date. Think of all the mold that must be growing in there! Must cleanse... must cleanse the... the Emperor... the dirty, unsanitary Emperor. FOR THE GREAT CLEAN ONE! HAND SANITIZER FOR THE SANITARY GOD!" Marine Immaculate about the emprah

links to original heresy:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18204471/

http://sfw.chanarchive.org/4chan/tg/38721

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