Disclaimer: I do not own any Danny Phantom or Warhammer 40k works, this is strictly a FanFiction I was asked to do by a few of my friends, and something I really wanted to do. So! All product belong to their respected owners :D though… One would say I technically own Xeron, but not the Night Lord version. Just the name and character type! Well, enjoy my friends I HOPE you guys like it… Granted, I'm not too savvy with ALL of Warhammer 40k, just go what I needed to make this work.
Chapter 1: In the grim, dark, future!
Our story, strangely, must start in a future beyond comprehension…. In a time, where there is only war in the galaxy and no peace.
Many, in the forty-first Millennia, know of the dreaded Night Lords traitor legion, along with their splinter groups. Due to their ruthless tendencies, and merciless actions, the group was given no chances for redemption. After all, not even the Imperium of Man's Inquisition could piece together the Enigma that was Konrad Curze's reasoning for siding with Horus, in the Horus Heresy. So, it was Imperial Law to execute these mysterious, and murderous, "Heretics" on sight.
Unknown to anyone, there was a Night Lord that wasn't like the other "new age" Night Lords. Despite the actions of his "father", as many of them referred to Konrad, he never lost sight of what their Legion stood for. His name was Xeron, a veteran Night Lord Raptor. He was outfitted with the dreaded Power Claws, on both hands, and a miniature stormbolter attached to his right hand. To make himself a dangerous Hunter, Xeron upgraded his armor to have the Nostos wings on his jetpack.
While he was considered one of the more "elite" fighters, with the Night Lords… Xeron wasn't the most liked in his warbands. His disrespect towards the forces of Chaos and, often violent, outbursts against "non-original" Night Lords. He often blamed the recruits, from Nostroma, for their Primarch's madness and dishonored reputation. This has earned him the ire from many of his "brothers", including a Sorcerer from the Thousand Sons Legion… Who is currently leading a mission against the mysterious Necrons of a desert world.
Unknown to his Night Lord "allies", including Xeron, the Sorcerer was after a strange Necron Artifact. Though, his plans aren't going so well, since the Necron Lord figured the Artifact was the target of these would be invaders.
"Sir, are you sure our mission is a wise one?" A Raptor asked, one of the four with Xeron. "After all, there are numerous Necrons in this area."
Xeron was soaring, jumping from ledge to ledge. "Our Chaos Lord put Blue-Wiggly-Fingers in charge of our Conquest here… So, despite what we think… Our mission still stands." He answered, glancing around.
Before the Raptor could respond, again, a blast of green energy shot him down! "Evasive Action! Evasive Action! Incoming enemy fire rom below!" Xeron ordered, the rest of his team suddenly scattering! When they reached decent cover, and observation points, they could see four Necron Immortals and… The Necron Lord!? "Damnit… Notwhat I wanted to see…" The Veteran Raptor glanced to his remaining members, of his team, and thought of a tactic to use. Once done, he signaled to everyone their targets, and they confirmed the orders.
Once he gave te next signal, all four of them leaped from their hiding places! Both Necron and Raptors started firing at one another, some being killed in the cross fire, until they reached close quarters combat. This was what Xeron wanted, he excelled in close quarters, and tore apart any Necron that got in reach of his Power Claws. It was down to the Necron ORD, Xeron, and one of hi RaptoRs. "So foolish… To think I would not predict this… Do you even know what it is you were sent here for?" The Necron Lord clenched a strange org, giving of a green energy, in his left hand.
"Sorry… But I wasn't sent here to retrieve anything? I was senthere to rip you apart!" Xeron knew the Necrons did not feel fear, so there was no point in trying to intimidate him.
"Foolish child…" The Necron Lord blasted the other Raptor, just before he could make a move. "You were sent here to die."
"I don't thi-" Xeron's body was suddenly frozen, he couldn't move anymore, let alone talk!
"Actually, Whelp, you were.. Only, just as a test subject." A voice said, within his mind.
Xeron knew who it was, the Sorcerer! "Korilath!" He managed to mumble out, the Necron Lord preparing an attack, as another spell started to surround his body. "Now, be a good guinea pig, and wait… For Chaos, remember?"
"Now, child…. Feel the power that you sought to take!" The Necron Lord held out the orb, as it shot out a blast of green energy, the likes Xeron has never seen before! The moment it hit, and mixed with the Sorcerer's spell the veteran Raptor to experience the worse pain one could ever imagine.. It was like every fiber of his being, was being torn apart, piece by piece.
As his body was being, what he thought, was obliterated… He suddenly heard a sweet, tender, voice echo around him. "Xeron... Go back!" Before the Night Lord was gone, without a trace.
"Hm…. Nothing. What a shame, at least we're rid of that thorn in our side." The Sorcerer said, from where he was hiding.
