Authors note: I have just been introduced to the Warhammer 40000 Universe and of course, Warhammer Fantasy Battles. I have an interest of them and this is the first time I am writing such a fic. So if there are any errors or weird things that happen in here, pls feel free to comment. And one more thing, have fun, and since I like twisting stories, do not expect it to follow a canon 40k universe story. Cheerios!

Unusual Alliances

Prologue: Remembrance

Aboard the Space Marine Strike Cruiser Relentless Avenger, Captain Arkhon Vakeros stood at the bridge of the ship, gazing out at the swirling and ever-changing streams of the Warp as they travelled through it towards their destination, Macragge, also known as Ultramar, the Ultramarine's homeworld.

It was here that most of the 3rd Company was decimated, and this world also witnessed the total annihilation of the 1st Company as they defended this world against the Tyranid Hive Fleet Behemoth invasion. Amongst them was his very own blood brother, Seargant Murdoch.

He was the Commander of the 8th Company, and every single year, without fail, he made it a personal point to travel to Macragge as a memorial pilgrimage of some sort. He was brought out from his thoughts by an armored hand resting on his shoulder power armor. "Still thinking of Brother-Seargant Murdoch, Captain?"

Arkhon turned and faced the Death's Head visage of his Company Chaplain. Like him, his Chaplain was also a Space Marine in the Imperium of Man, a member of the Adeptus Astartes.

"Aye, Brother-Chaplain, that I do. It has been five years now, since that great battle. Macragge is now even heavily defended more than ever, and no damned xeno is going to get the jump on us again. By the way... " He paused, a slightly amused look on his face. " You would want to refrain from surprising people by appearing out of the blue. Though we are of the Adeptus Astartes, angels of death that know no fear, but that death's-head headgear that you Chaplains use might still unnerve some people. "

"On the contrary, Brother-Captain, this Death's-head helmet and my Crozius Arcanum would remind our Brothers that our death would never be in vain, as we do it in the Emperor's name."

Arkhon nodded and replied. "Quite true." He fell silent for a moment, still observing the ever-changing swirls of the Warp. "Have you lost someone too, Carlos, at Macragge?"

"Aye, Arkhon, I did. He was part of the 1st Company, and I am proud of what of he has done. The Emperor Bless him. "

"It must have been hard on you then."

Carlos just shrugged. "As do you, Brother-Captain. But rest assured that they are with the Emperor now. It is a great honour to serve and die for the Emperor."

Soon the Battle Barge dropped out of the Warp and took up orbit above Macragge. He then turned to a Sergeant who was on bridge duty. "Sergeant Malloren, summon the Brothers to gather at the Battle Hall. It is time."

"As you command, Brother-Captain." The Space Marine Sergeant saluted and made the sign of the Aquilae, before leaving the bridge.

"Shall we go as well, Brother-Chaplain? We are in need of you to perform the Remembrance Rites for our fallen Brothers."

Carlos nodded as they turned and both left the bridge, walking towards the Battle Hall. When they arrived, they witnessed the squads of Space Marines from the 8th Company that they have brought here. Some of them were still in Skavros, helping to guard the Agri-World with some Brothers from the 5th and 6th Company. When they saw both of them arrive, they threw a salute, then made the sign of the Aquilae, which Arkhon and Carlos returned.

He then stood in front of them and said solemnly. "Greetings, Brothers. I am sure you all know why we are gathered here in this place. Year after year, we remember our fallen Brothers that sacrificed their very lives at our Homeworld, to defend it against the vile Tyranids that threatened to decimate all that live. This is a time of Remembrance, and a renewal of our Oaths to the Chapter, as well as to the Emperor himself. Brother-Chaplain Carlos shall lead us with the Rites." He then stepped aside and stood in front of his men and kneeled, making the sign of the Aquilae and closed his eyes, which was followed by the other Space Marines.

Carlos stood forward, raising his Crozius Arcanum, and began intoning the Rites of Remembrance, followed by the Chapter Oath, the atmosphere solemn.

Back on the bridge, Brother Matthias was on the sensor panels, monitoring the different Warp signatures of the different factions that exist within and outside the Imperium. A beep was heard as the sensors detected an erratic Warp signature, which for some reason, seem to appear and disappear in a organized pattern. He frowned, but was not too overly concerned as the signature did not originate in the vicinity of any planets in the Imperium. Rather it originated in one of the planets where the Eldar Craftworld Biel-Tan was in some proximity. He correlated the Warp signature to the known races that the Imperium encountered and was alarmed. He reached for the button that activated the barge's warning klaxons, and pressed it.

Warning klaxons blared throughout the barge, including in the Battle Hall, where Chaplain Carlos has just concluded the Rites. Arkhon looked at Carlos and he shrugged, not able to tell him anything, as both of them rushed to the Bridge. Once there, he barked out an order. "Brother Matthias, Status report!"

"Dark Eldar signatures detected, Brother-Captain. Their numbers, inconclusive, heading for Fek'dar VII. An Agri-World Classification in Eldar Territory under the Jurisdiction of Eldar Craftworld Biel-Tan. Defenses, minimal, almost virtually non-existent."

Arkhon pondered for a moment, weighing his options before saying. "Brother Matthias, set course for Fek'Dar VII at your best speed. The Eldar won't thank us for this, but it is in my nature and my duty to defend the downtrodden, no matter the race. Besides, the Dark Eldar has been a thorn in our sides as well."

"Aye, Brother-Captain. Plotting fastest possible route to destination. Course and speed set. Departing." Brother Matthias replied as he punched in the required commands as the Strike Cruiser swung around slowly, and made some distance from Macragge before slipping into Warp once more.

"Are you sure about this, Arkhon? I mean, the Eldar are not going to thank us for this. The best reply or thanks we can expect to get is to be requested to leave peacefully of their world, once this is over." Carlos voiced out his concerns.

"I know Carlos, but civilians should be protected at all costs,"

"Correct me if I am wrong, but it is my understanding that they do draft the civilian population to become Guardians, do they not? So why do we even need to bother to act as their reinforcements, so to speak."

"Aye, but the numbers on that world might not be able to repel a full fledged assault or raid by the Dark Eldar, hence it is up to us, to assist them in defending their world, even if this job is a thankless one."

Carlos nodded as Arkhon looked forward, gazing at the swirling mists of the Warp that unfurled before him as the Strike Cruiser sped towards their destination. He hoped that it was not too late, when they arrive.

Arkhon suddenly asked. "How is Brother-Librarian Raleigh's condition? "

Carlos said. "He is still in a healing trance, Brother-Captain. Brother-Apothecary Sirius assured that he was fine, but he still needs some rest, and it will be some time before he will be fit to join us in battle."

Arkhon sighed. "That attack by the Necrons we encountered has taken its toll on him the most. Very well, it is regrettable that we might lose his Psyker abilities for some time. Let us hope that he recovers in time though. We might need his help."

Carlos nodded. "I hope so too, Arkhon."

End of Prologue

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