Chapter One

One unbreakable shield against the coming darkness.

One last blade forged in defiance of fate.

Let them be my legacy to the galaxy I conquered.

And my final gift to the species I failed.

-The Immortal Emperor

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Doubt has always been the opposite of faith. Unlike what many heretics and disbelievers say, he hears them. Their suffering, their cries, their pleas and their tears; every last one of them, from the cries of mercy from a psyker dragged from his or her home by the Black ships to the litanies yelled hoarse by one of his angels of death in the heat of a battle as he cleaved the head of a spawn of chaos. He hears them all and as much as he could on his current state, he comforts them as best as he can and if possible, helps them in his ruined state.

However as much proud as he is for the strength and courage of his children; he is as disgusted by them and their acts and he had no one to blame but himself for it. They after all have not turned from his teachings and edicts that he had ordained from them ever since the infamous Horus Heresy that cemented the xenophobic actions of the Imperium. Oh what a waste of potential and help they might have if he, the Immortal Emperor hasn't established the pillars of xenophobia on their culture that time.

Of course he can justify his actions at that time. When humanity rose from the stars during the time of the Great Crusade, he and his vast armada have found human worlds enslaved by hostile aliens whose names have been eradicated though time. To put it bluntly, he had never been a fan of genocide. Immortal and all powerful he may be, but his empathy is also great. This was one of the greatest traits he had that set him apart from the rest of humanity, a trait that his brave son Sanguinis got from him and the reason why the angel fell against his traitor brother.

Now however, with him stuck on this demented chair that was his atonement for millennia already. The Emperor can't help but moan mentally about what might have been possible if he was still around to take charge of things. So much potential and friendships lost. The Imperium, massive as it was, is on the blink of collapse already if not for the sacrifices of brave souls, pure souls willing to give their all to the defence of humanity. Its practices though leave much to be desired on the Emperor's opinion. It is dark, brutal and filled with hate, a feeding pool for the Ruinous powers of Chaos that he battled daily on his psyche.

Chances of lessening the tally of enemies that the Imperium also had are also impossibility now thanks to the attitude of the Imperium against aliens. The Emperor knew he would have welcomed the Eldar with open arms if he was still around and not stuck here. Apparently despite the courage of steel and muscle of humanity against those who plan to decimate them. They have not exercised the most important muscle that they had their brains.

Any idiot strategist with half a brain could see how invaluable the Eldar might be. Their powers of seeing the future is a boon that even he doesn't have. And their ladies, damn! Even as trapped as he was on his throne, the Emperor could see how massive the gender gap between the females and the males of the aliens. Humanity must be really stupid for not seeing that asset. Or it might be because they fear another bullet on the skull either by the Ecclesiarchy or the Inquisitorium.

Anyway the Eldar is an asset that the Imperium would have taken advantage of. As cold and stoic and prideful the Eldar race is. They are still living beings that breathe, hope and most importantly, dream. All it would need for the Imperium to gain the trust of the beautiful aliens is allow passage for their massive Craftworlds into Imperial Space under the protection of its massive armies and the Imperials would have cemented the alliance and friendship of the Eldar as a whole and see them as possible allies and friends.

Other than the Eldar though, the Emperor had his sights also on the rising Tau Empire. Though not as large or powerful as the Imperium is, the Tau is still powerful with its conglomerate of races. With some technology that surpassed even that of the Imperium, the Tau would have been a great ally, a buffer against the incursions of Chaos on that region of the Imperium and reinforcement for the planets there in the case of a Tyranide invasion. But again the Imperium gained another enemy thanks to "His" Xenophobic rule and teachings. Oh how he wished he changed that bloody Philosophy before he was interred on the Golden Throne. The Tau are pacifists by heart and do not fight unless provoked. The Imperium on the other hand picked fights with the Tau since they "look different, smell different and did not adhere on worshipping him," Where did that came from anyway?

The Emperor was sure that he had made sure that worship of any kind of deities were banned during his time. Another mistake on his part, having someone to worship has always been a part of human nature and the Emperor in all his infinite wisdom, completely forgot that and paid for his mistake by being stuck here wishing for many things beyond his power.

Oh he gained everything that he had dreamed after all, alright. Humanity rose from the ashes of the Age of Strife and became the most powerful controllers of the galaxy. Its armies are unnumbered, its courage strong, and its place secured on a world where daemons exist every time they could. Order is present and peace is prevalent though it hangs on a thread always with all the war and threats surrounding it.

However despite all his achievements, the Emperor can't help but mourn. The deaths of so many souls with no purpose at all. The impending doom that is coming for the rising Imperium at the moment of his death. He was sure that without him, humanity would be lost. He is the beacon that guides them when they travel on the stars. When the Astromonican fall, and it will fall; all that the Imperium that had striven for will be gone in an instant. Chaos would be unleashed through the Warp and it would consume all but the most protected of worlds. It can't be stopped and he needed a way for humanity to survive. And the Emperor for the last thousand years had been thinking about that.

Now he is ready to exact his plan. He just hoped that everyone on this galaxy will forgive him for what he is about to do. It is a far much better fate than what would happen in the future of course. In all its strength, in the end the Imperium will crumble, the Tau would be eradicated to nothingness and the Eldar would have their souls feasted by Slaanesh as their Craftworlds fall.

That doom is already set, but he can change it by eradicating all but a few that he had chosen to survive and bring with him. The die he had already cast, it is already in motion. His plan is set, but he can't do it alone. He needed "her" help and he would forever ask her forgiveness and bear the mistakes of the fallen for what he is about to do.

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Isha panicked her hand flailing madly as she was again force fed another dose of foul concoction of Grandpa Nurgle as he pried her jaw open through the bars of her cage. The liquid is slimy, distasteful and it burns her tongue and most of the inner parts of her mouth the moment it touched it. The Eldar goddess tried not to wail as the acidic like substance sizzled as it went past her burnt tongue going past through her slender throat and inside of her.

Immediately the fierce hand gripping her cheeks released her, forcing Isha to trip on her own ruined dress as she fell flat on her rear of the cage, coughing and retching as she could feel the acidic substance within her gut, corrupting her and destroying her from the inside. Already she could feel her powers trying to heal the damage caused by the foul concoction, but this one seems to be the more potent ones made by Nurgle and the Eldar goddess could see the world through blurry eyes and everything is spinning as she felt sickness override her immune system. Oh it won't kill her being her a healing goddess and all. But it would take a while even for her healing powers to defeat the disease and bring her back to health only for Nurgle to repeat the bloody process all over again.

Feeling wretched, sick and miserable, Isha crawled on all fours to the side of her cage which is her home for gods know how long to curl up and cry as she wont to do nowadays. The pain of the poison dipped on her burn like living fire and she can't help but retch to a side, ignoring the sizzling on her skin where some of the poison landed. Oh yes, this poison is more potent than anything tried on her by Nurgle and for a moment she feared that she would die. Her musings about her good self however was temporarily broken as she could still feel his eyes bored on her.

Immediately the sick Eldar goddess freeze in fear. This has been the most different she has ever seen from Nurgle. The chaos lord of decay and corruption normally just tortured her with poisons but never stayed more than a minute and would check only once in a while to survey the results of his poisons. For him to stay here just a hand away from her made Isha tremble violently. She hasn't forgotten what Slaanesh did to her when he or she got his hands on her before Nurgle rescued her from the chaos god of pleasure and pain. That has been the Eldar goddess' weakest point in her immortal life, and one she can't erase to the ends of time. The hands roaming her body, that elongated tongue not living a piece of her untained and unmolested. His or her appendages trapping her as it dove in for its ultimate price and her final sanctum, breaking her, devouring her, de-mapping her soul as she lay there helplessly bound by its appendages, only able to cry for the Eldar and her lost brethren as Slananesh did what it wanted with her.

Another hard thud, Isha curled even more like a whipped animal on the corner of her cage as the enormous form of Nurgle drew even nearer. Weak eyes opened and watery bluish white orbs opened to look at the gargantum god of chaos looming over her cage. Eyes that once held her in boredom now gaze at her in the way Slaanesh only did and Isha can't help but let off a little pleading sound of begging not to do what she guessed he wanted to do with her as massive bloated hands opened the cage that she was in. The first time that happened for millennia's.

Isha did not resist as she felt the large fingers of Nurgle grab her ankle and drag her out of her cage like a rag doll. The poison is now fully taking effect on her and even staying awake is getting harder by the second. It took already all of Isha's concentration not to lose her consciousness. She wanted to be awake for this if her guess was right. She'd rather experience it and feel it than let this abomination which has made her nothing more than a lab rat for years take pleasure on her broken body while she drift off to the world sleep.

It did not take long for her to know that indeed her guess was right. She has been lain face down on the cold ground and she is barely conscious now as she retreated to the farthest depths of her mind as she prepared for defilement that she experienced only once. The sound of the eternity long dress that had been made by her kin so long ago that it was like a memory already are heard ripping and the cold air touch her inner thighs making Isha wonder if this is what fate really had in store for her. Her who had loved and had never been loved, her who cared but never had been cared.

The only sound that left her lips is a small pant of fear as she could feel him immediately inside her. She did not yell, did not scream, and did not beg to stop as he moved again and again. Only her tears show the agony that she was in, how disgusted she was being used like this. Isha had long lost her pride, both as a goddess, when She-Who-Thirsts were born and as a woman when the same creature defiled her. Now she just waited for it to finish, fighting isn't an option anymore. Fate is cruel to her and it would even be crueler if she simply didn't become docile.

What the Eldar goddess didn't expect other than the rutting sounds of Nurgle that is connected with her body was the feeling of something different other than the corruption that had surrounded her for millennia, the feeling of Order, the feeling that she and her brethren once excluded as they kept the ruinous powers at bay during their prime.

Immediately the full impact of what she is doing slammed to Isha like a sledgehammer and the Eldar goddess despite the pain of the poison let off a terrible wail of agony as she retched and squirmed hard nearly toppling Nurgle who is at her behind who is caught off by the sudden act of pure defiance by the docile goddess. His appendage is still connected with her privates and Isha wailed once more as she struggled like a demented well…..goddess trying to dislodge Nurgle off. It's like ants are crawling all over her skin and Isha wailed even more as she realized the full impact of ravaging and defilement Nurgle is doing to her.

This of course completely sent a wrong message to the chaos god for his twisted face morphed from one that had a satisfactory look to one of pure fury thanks to the resistance thrown by the Eldar goddess. Immediately his ravaging of her grew even harder as large stubby hands manhandled the lither goddess to keep her in line.

A keening wail of pain and hopelessness echoed throughout Nurgle's realm as Isha found herself badly trapped beneath the massive form of the chaos god. She had regretted her act of defiance now. The intimate act that they are doing is not so intimate anymore and every movement of his sent spasms of agony inside her. She won't be surprised if that part of her anatomy is still intact if the rutting of Nurgle holding her is any indication.

Isha is just falling back again to the well of despair that she had dug herself in when that warm feeling gleamed over her skin again like sunlight. And this time though it was closer. Much, much closer.

The sound of someone stepping over beside them caught her attention and Isha only had a moment of thought to wonder who and what it is when there is the sound of an unearthly screech from Nurgle whose large bulk suddenly disappeared from her back separating him from her in one pull (much to Isha's relief). Pulling her head to look at the side, the Eldar goddess nearly giggled as he saw the chaos god of poison and decay sailing over the air, his fat body flapping wildly in all directions before crashing unelegantly on the ground not too far away in a heap of meat, fat and goo. Alive, but dazed.

With the large excuse of humongous waste out of the way and hopefully knocked out, Isha could now feel completely the presence of whomever it is that rescued her. What she found out though made her mouth dry both in fear and no small amount of wonder.

You had to understand, Isha is an Eldar goddess. Despite her powers suppressed, she can still peek into the material world and see events that transpire every now and then on her own small little cage. She had seen the survivors of her chosen people, she had seen the beginnings of Earth, she had seen the birth of the one they call, "The Emperor" and his deeds through time to enlighten and help mankind on its path away from Chaos until the Age of Strife came. She had seen it all, the birth of an Imperium which she had to admit, is amazing, its ideals and true purpose before the great betrayal where the anathema of the Chaos gods is permanently crippled and stuffed into his golden throne to be forever the guardian of mankind in pain forevermore.

Said anathema is currently standing in front of her however right now.

Bluish white eyes blinked in disbelief. Of course the Eldar goddess knew that the Eldar are trying their best to save her for centuries already without any sort of progress whatsoever. The closest so far that got near her were five brave Farseers of Biel Tan who managed to pierce the realm of Nurgle. Said Farseers who looked wasted and tired from their efforts are no match of course for the Chaos god waiting for them. However to be saved by the human Emperor himself? Isha is sure that she is dreaming and probably hallucinating. It must be that poison that Nurgle force-fed her. The humans who follow the teachings of their so-called Emperor would kill any "xeno" as they call the Eldar without question or remorse. There's no logical explanation that the human Emperor himself would save her for it's really him. She could feel the anti-chaos feeling that he radiates as he looked down at her almost naked form on the ground covered by the ooze of Nurgle.

"Great! I'm about to be killed and I can't even look dignified. I wonder how he would kill me though. Will he crush my skull? Riddle me with bullets? Shove a sword on my gut? Or will he rape me to like Nurgle did?" thought Isha to herself.

For some reason that thought made the Eldar goddess tremble uncontrollably in fear all over before the stress of events from being force fed poison to being defiled by her-once-chaos-god-savior finally caught up to her.

Eyeballs rolling in their sockets, Isha went limp and fainted on the spot not seeing the panicked look that the human Emperor had at her reaction.

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Great! The Emperor didn't know what to do as he cradled the fallen goddess' lither frame. Centuries of planning on that uncomfortable chair gave him more than enough time to think things through and foresee reaction and interaction on almost all events that might happen once he got his plan up and running. However he did not foresee this. Apparently appearing on Nurgle's realm in all his splendid glory wearing the familiar armor that he used when he battled his traitor son entertained the opposite effect on the trapped Eldar goddess. The moment she saw him, she immediately fainted, either from shock or fear, he did not know. But the fact remains that he didn't take it into account though her reaction is understandable thanks to the action of his children.

Still it didn't matter. He got what he came for (which is her) and his well-crafted plan only needed to be adjusted a little since he expected her to be awake for this and explaining it to her before he began implementing it. Right now though, time is against him. It wouldn't take long for the Ruinous powers to discover that Nurgle has been temporarily taken out and the Eldar goddess that he had ripe for the taking.

Forcing his consciousness back to the Golden Throne with immaterial soul and form of Isha (sacrificing nearly a thousand of ships that relied on the Astronomical along the process), the Emperor began the first stage of his plans with the whole galaxy unaware of it.

Mingling his entire psychic might and power with the knowledge that he gathered from the head of the Eldar goddess, the Emperor of mankind wept as he unleashed the entirety of his power with a gut wrenching howl that ripped through reality and the warp, even to be heard on other worlds set apart from that of the Imperium. For once just for once, he allowed himself again to feel, to be not an Emperor, not a god, but a human.

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Farseer Laetri smiled as she watched the small eldar child wade into the waters of the small pool. Seeing such young generation being so happy gave her saddened heart a flutter of hope. Being an Eldar, she knew the fate that awaits her kind on the jaws of the Great Devourer. Even thinking about it actually made Laetri shiver in fear. She had no desire whatsoever to give up her soul to be a plaything for Slaneesh. This is her life, her eternity. She wanted to be free when she dies, to accept her fate in peace not fear in immortal agony.

Shaking the gloomy thoughts out of her head, the beautiful Farseer focused on her young charge that has been entrusted to her on this duration of the afternoon by her parents who are farmers. Maila, the tsildar child she is charged with is an Exodite of the planet Daltyr and the Farseer with a large number of Craftworld Eldar from Atailoc who is not that far from the Exodite planet and three more beside it which also contain almost five million Exodites altogether had been dispatched to aid the locals on whatever needs they might want. Craftworld Eldar maintained great friendship on their planet-dwelling brothers and sisters and aided them on whatever they might need. Aside from the three planets the Exodites occupied, there are fifteen more on the system. Twelve of these are occupied by mon-keigh though this close to the border space of the Imperium, the humans on this sector are not as xenophobic and dull as their other brethren. In fact they're frighteningly friendly with the Tau and the Eldar despite being Imperials though Laetri is not complaining.

Laetri so far enjoyed her time here right now. It has almost been six cycles since she came here and she can't help but feel at peace as she intermingled with the locals Eldari. It helped a lot that she is beautiful, even in Eldar standards and the males of her kind are friendlier and more open to her thanks to that factor of hers.

The Farseer's thoughts of peace this time was cut off completely though when she felt a rift of the Warp open. Panic completely engulfed her as the rift opened even more in proportions that she had never dreamed of and she can't help but ran after Maila ignoring the fact that she dropped her spear and her dress has been soaked wet, grabbing the Eldar child protectively on her chest who also cried and screamed as the panic that Laetri felt, she also shared as the looming black mass grew closer as it swallowed the planet whole.

The Eldar Farseer felt completely helpless as she watched the dark void engulf the light of the system as Daltyr fell on its maw. She fervently hoped that the planet is the only one swallowed by the rift of the Warp. Atailoc is too close to the Exodite worlds and the Farseer prayed fervently that it escaped else the Infinity Circuit on the Craftworld would be a feeding ground for demons and Slaneesh.

As the warp swallowed the planet, all that Laetri felt was utter fear as the sound of daemons snarling and whispering and cursing surrounded her like a symphony of the damned as she curled there on the small water pool waiting for her fate.

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Darkness, dripping darkness damping the walls with slime and a thousand more things that she doesn't understand or wanted to understand. Time has no meaning her, warmth has no hold. All that she had ever felt ever since she was dragged here is the cold, the icy cold that bit her flesh like the hounds of chaos itself. The only warmth that she had was when they would come and partake their price of flesh from her, ruining her every waking moment and making her aware specifically the weakness of her gender.

But did she regret her actions? No she does not. She fought bravely against the Necrons on Lorn with Gabriel Angelos of the Blood Ravens, brave and foolish Mon-keigh who didn't accept her prophecy that they would fall and held the line leading them to victory at great cost on both their soldiers. She herself had fallen there, struck down by a massive explosion caused by a Monolith that sent her half ruined body on the shores where a dozen Imperial Guardsmen under General Sturnn rescued her and healed her as best as they could with their rough medical equipment. Said Guardsmen though are killed under the orders of the Blood Ravens' corrupted Chapter Master Kyras and took her for "interrogation" under the nose of Angelos.

Interrogation he may have called it, but in truth it was torture. She didn't know which planet she was in, her spear staff they had taken from her, and of course like the disgusting Mon-keigh they are. They also stripped her naked as she braved their torture, physically, mentally and sexually as they tried to extract information from her pertaining the locations of her Craftworld, its defenses, its weaknesses.

However she endured. By all that is holy she really endured even as they left her body a ruined bloody mess only coming close to death to be pulled away. No dignity has been left on her. If she ever survive and got the chance to go back home, no Eldar would look at her the same way again. Her whose womb is full of different Mon-keigh seed. She would be cast out before she can blink, but she would bear it all. Her life she would give for her people and if necessary her very soul to Slaanesh if it meant keeping her people safe.

Yes, Farseer Taldeer is glad even as the Mon-keigh atop her prone form right now devoured her mouth while taking pleasure from her beauty by fucking her immobile body. She had served her Craftworld well and she would continue to do so until her last breath.

Ignoring the sensation of being filled, the Eldar Farseer tried to ease the coldness of the chains binding her limbs on the table as she swiveled her head to the side where the door is.

Three more shadows, three more males to mate with her before the same questions are asked again by that Daemon posing as a Chapter Master. Saying off a prayer to strengthen her soul for another round, Taldeer crept to the farthest back of her mind as another pair of grimy hands reached out for her chest.

Bright light shone out of nowhere though and the broken Farseer can't help but scream in utter terror as she felt the Warp open completely beside the metal table where she is in and something grab her right ankle and dragged her to the rift of the warp, table and all, her scream fading on the room as it closed leaving nothing behind as evidence.

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Alarms, hundreds of alarms and voices rose like a song inside the ship that she didn't even know which way she would turn. The fact remains plain and simple. The ship is in danger of being destroyed and everything along with it as they sailed aimlessly on the void with no map and no plan whatsoever except on escaping the entity that would pop up now and then to laser in half dozens of ships that all that remains of her people.

Executor Selendis slammed her three fingered hand on the panel in front of her in frustration. She is nearly at her wit's end with less than nothing to answer the questions fired after one another by the remainder of the Protoss' fleet that had gone after Amon. They are so foolish. So foolish to believe that they can challenge the Dark god and win.

Amon had fish fried Xel'Naga Kerrigan along with half of the human and the entirety of the Zerg Fleet alongside their Primarch, Artanis and Jim Raynor. The other remaining Xel'Naga Ouros revealed himself a coward and fled into the abyss leaving behind the survivors to fend for themselves against a completely pissed off Amon.

It has been a game of cat and mouse then. The fleet would wander in the direction that ten out of twelve captains guessed would be the way they came in. Then Amon would pop out of nowhere in Xel Naga form and start blasting ships into oblivion. So far, the massive fleet had dwindled to a hundred vessels of Protoss left. Nearly a third of the Golden Armada that had followed Artanis here. Apparently the human vessels are too bulky to avoid the lasers of Amon unlike the more graceful ones of the Protoss thus the reason why they are the only one around left.

Selendis just managed to pull herself up from the console of the Spear of Adun where she is leaning when a familiar malevolent feeling came from the side of the fleet and the Templar Executor barely had time to screech out a warning to her brethren there when the large Xel'Naga appeared and bamboozled three of the nearest ships on it with lances of red energy, their golden bulks floating into Oblivion with the crew.

"Damn it! Evade! Evade!" Selendis yelled at the intercom as the fleet break formation evading more of the energy beams of Amon as the Xel'Naga laughed at their attempts to run.

The High Templar Executor was just giving up hope of continuing after seeing a rather large carrier shielding dozens of smaller ships with its bulk when the energy went on their direction sending the carrier to an almighty explosion that saved the lives of many others.

"Executor! Look!" the sound of the navigator on the helm made Selendis look up. In front of them is a massive glow of a rift of some kind that stood out like a sore thumb on the Void. Light was coming out from it. White light.

"What should we do?"

"What do you think?" hissed Selendis, the desperation clinging in so fast that she would take anything else rather than being trapped here with Amon hounding them. "Send word to all ships. We go into the rift!"

"Are you sure?" asked the navigator looking skeptical at the unexpected exit.

"Yes I'm sure! Now go!" snapped off Selendis as she watched the Spear of Adun soar with the rest of the remaining Golden Armada on the glowing rift.

By the deities, she wished that she would not make the biggest mistake of her life by flying herself into an unknown.

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AN: Hello there readers. This is my second fic only. I try my best to write this hihihi. Anyway, you might have noticed that there are three elements here of crossover. Mass Effect, Starcraft, and Warhammer 40K. I planned it first to be simply Mass Effect and Warhammer but playing Starcraft 2 changed my perspective. I sincerely loved the Protoss. Anyway as the story goes by, please support it. It would occur in the Mass Effect Universe and yes, there would be a Shepard here. Male or Female but for later, very later, Im still thinking about the gender. And maybe a pairing later on either with Farseer Laetri or Farseer Taldeer.

Please review and give me your ideas so I might know your opinions on this story and how I should proceed with it, especially with the Warhammer Elements. If any of you had any idea how the culture of the Eldar and the Protoss works, please don't hesitate to review it so I might read and learn. Especially during peace times where war is not the focus of their society.

And can somebody tell me about the Harlequins and what they do and their abilities?...Please.

Main characters for the story:

Shepard-Mass Effect

Farseer Taldeer- Warhammer.

Farsser Laetri- Warhammer

Executor Selendis- Starcraft

Side Characters

The Emperor

Isha

PS: This story is inspired by "Embrace" of DerelictTyrant

PPS: Please Review and Favorite hihihihi. This is my first fic about scifi. Ill appreciate every review you people make.