Some of you might consider this heresy; you have been warned.
This is a story of a Khornate Berserker that's grown tired of the meaningless bloodshed and gore filled violence, (except for xenos, he still loves killing those fuckers) all he wants is a calm, peaceful life begging for the Emperor's forgiveness and mercy, but...well, you'll just see what happens won't you?
(Also, unlike the common depiction, he doesn't have the ugly as fuck fuckity fuck face...but he's not some vision of beauty either though)
I also realize some of this might seem like bullshit to the die hard 40K guys, but this IS just fanfiction.
(This also may have some 40K meme stuff sprawled throughout)
THE POWER OF JUST AS PLANNED FLOWS THROUGH ME!
Oh, and this is a RWBY crossover, because I can't seem to get enuff of this shit.
Let's turn on the heresy train on track shall we?
He can't remember how long he had been wasting away on this planet, trapped after his corsair "The Star of Dawn" crash landed on this pathetic rock, could it have been only a few years? Or maybe decades...like said before, he couldn't remember, not since he became so lethargic, the Butchers Nails seemingly quit working after the crash, how he survived it he didn't know, all he remembered was waking up and actually being able to feel something other than anger in the first time in forever, he could experience joy. And he could remember his betrayal, to his brothers, to his emperor...he felt a deep, stinging sadness in his chest, it felt like it was crushing him, it followed him everywhere he went, he couldn't get away from it, so he did the one thing he always did when he was conflicted back before he blindly followed his primarch to the traitors side of the war. He prayed, more so than a normal marine on their average day, probably assisted by the fact he had nothing to do, but it still counted.
In fact, he was doing it right now, muttering hyms he leaned when he was just a young marine, but mostly, they were prayers of forgiveness for his crimes against his emperor, his crimes against his brothers, and the people he swore to protect, he had been doing this ever since he was able to collect the bits of his mind back into a cognitive thing.
It may have been an almost unreal thing for a member of the world eaters to pray, but he had always heard the other chapters do it, and he always wondered what it felt like to actually have faith. He would never admit it, but he used to mutter silent prayers, not specifically to the Emperor, but just to and god or higher being that could or would listen, he did it not only to see if faith could be rewarding, and to see if any god had the adamantium balls to actually try to actually interfere, but to actually help them, which always seemed like along shot to a very pessimistic marine like him, but he always did feel like he had someone standing over his shoulder when he muttered the prayers, either it was just him going crazy, or it was actually some form of higher being, he never knew, and he wasn't sure if he ever really cared.
He still had his berserker armor, but it's normal red and brass had been replaced, he had found some -what he only assumed was- Paint and had recolored it in his legions pre-heresy fashion of blue and white after he stripped it of it's bloody red color and and the like, he was no techmarine, but he did all he could to purify his armor. He had been living a normal, although lonely life, that was, until it seemed fate was against him as a small detachment of marines accompanied by a fucking Grey Knight squad had arrived on the planet at the reports of "Possible Chaos presences". Just when everything was going well to, he didn't hide from them by any means, sticking just at the tree line and watching them, sprinting off if he was seen and hiding from them as best he could, making his presence known, but also attempting to show non-hostility by not taking shots at them when he had the chance, it felt so foreign not to want to slaughter them, but to hide from them, but it also felt nice enough to be calm for once that he actually enjoyed it.
But his luck had eventually ran out, they had found him when he was kneeling in front of a makeshift shrine to the emperor, the Grey Knights could sense he was a traitor, but a traitor seeking repentance, so they did what they should do in this situation, they waited for him to finish praying, then surprised him with a holy bolter round flying by his face, seeming to challenge our dear berserker, perhaps in a last chance for redemption, expecting the Chaos warrior to fight back, they were to-say-the-least surprised by him slowly walking over to them, removing his helmet, and kneeling in front of them, speaking the first words he had spoken besides prayers since the crash landing.
"Oh holy warriors of the emperor, I am Alken Ven-Sorath, former member of the World Eaters, and I beg you for forgiveness in the name of the holy emperor, and I expect you to deliver it in the way you know is best." He lowered his head as he waited for the merciful piercing bolt shot that was expected as the only redemption he could gain to end his existence, but it didn't come, instead, there was a large, explosion esque noise, all of them turning to face the sound revealed a portal that immediately spewed out Zteentchian daemons, the Grey Knights thought they had been pulled into some kind of trap and aimed to blow Alken's face to bits, but before they could even raise their arms to shoot with their forearm mounted storm bolters, Alken had leapt up off the ground with his helmet back on and charged at the deamons with his chainaxes held high as he screamed "FOR THE EMPEROR!" as loud as the vox speakers could blast, catching the deamons by surprise as a two of them were felled by a flurry of vicious slashes from the crazed berserker turned loyalist, the deamons screeched in protest of the destruction of their physical forms as well as in fear as the Grey Knights charged them, their forcehalberds (I think that's what they are called...or am I thinking of Eldar weapons?) burning their very essence away like it was paper. The screams could be heard back at the marine campsite.
It was coming back, his anger, when he saw these deamons it made the hatred he hasn't felt in emperor knows how long resurface, blossom back into it's all consuming state, it felt good to be angry again, and for it to be solely pointed at the deamons? Even better.
He screamed his rage with such force that any human man would be knocked over, he could even feel the Grey Knights desire to recoil from the wave of pure hatred, he honestly felt like he could stand to Kharn at this point, but he knew no sense of focus as he spun like a mad man, weakening the daemons in a frenzy of flesh rending strikes with his chain axes, not bothering to fully kill them, no, he left that to the Grey Knights that were right behind him, using their holy armaments to purge the daemons from existence entirely as they followed the mad berserker.
But as the last of the lesser daemons fell, and Alken looking for a new opponent to slaughter with mad eyes, his eyes only drifting to his grey armored allies, he took charge of himself, his chest piece heaving with his heavy breaths as he attempted to calm himself, slowly evening himself back to normalcy as he stared at the still open warp portal, his axes ready in case of further incursions, but had only time to gasp as a massive tentacle reached out and grabbed him, pulling him in at a speed that even the Grey Knights could not react, all they saw was the redemption seeking traitor reach out for them in desperation before he disappeared into the warp as the portal closed, they Grey Knights knelt in a small prayer for Alken, imagining the soul tearing pain he must be experiencing.
He was never more confused in his hundreds of years than he was at this moment, he felt reality tearing around him as he drifted through the warp, watching the twisting forms of Tzeenchian daemons flow around him as if they were formless, he swore he could hear endless snickering followed by a slightly geeky voice saying: "Just as planned." In the span of mere seconds he was flung back out of the warp, falling from the sky a ridiculous speeds before crashing through the roof of some sort of storehouse, crashing through boxes filled with red crystals that glowed brightly at his disturbance before they erupted in a fiery blaze, his vision fading to black form the force of the ensuing explosion.
He woke in fire, the place was burning down, chunks of building dropping to the ground as more, albeit much small explosions kept occurring, he pushed a steel beam off of himself, groggily standing up and trying to get his bearings, he noticed the front of his armor was scorched from the explosion, vaguely noting the light damage to his systems, mainly his filtration system which was obvious by the fact he could feel the smoke burning his mouth, he walked over to the doors of the warehouse and pried them apart with a grunt of exertion before stepping out, being greeted by many guns being pointed at him, they appeared to be PDF of some kind, and they naturally seemed rather terrified by this mass of metal that just ripped open steel doors like paper.
He slowly raised his hands, splaying them open to show he had no weapon, which only seemed to slightly relieve the gathered enforcers as they kept their guns trained on him, but were noticeably less tense as a man, seemingly their commanding officer, walked out in front of all the others to confront the metal giant before them. And when Alken just watched him he assumed that he was some kind of machine as he pulled out a strange clear device and spoke into it.
"Get Ozpin out here immediately, it's some kind of advanced looking robot, probably some Atlas project...I don't care if he's asleep, he needs to get reins on this thing and get ahold of Ironwood!" He ended the communication, and was about to set up guards around the perimeter before everyone was stopped dead when they heard a loud, mechanically assisted voice.
"While I appreciate your concern, I do not need to be watched over like some kind of child" It was spoken with a menacing undertone that sent chills down everyone's spines as the officer spun on his heels to face the now slowly approaching towering figure of Alken, but he was pleasantly surprised when the metal man stuck his hand out for a shake, which he graciously accepted. But emitted a strangled cry when he felt his fingers breaking in the crushing grip.
"I can tell you are a sensible man, so I ask you to tell me, where am I, where am I going to be taken to...and why the hell do those people have animal ears?" He pointed over to a small group of said animal eared individuals who were trying to sneak away, when the officer saw them his eyes went wide, forgetting about his smashed fingers as he yelled to his men.
"White Fang! We got White Fang over here! Arrest them!" As soon as he barked this order the "White Fang" opened fire on them, pelting them with bullets, the officer was immediately gunned down while bullets bounced off of Alken's armor like the insignificant stubber fire it was, though he did notice they had a strange composition for their bullets, as he could see no visible gunpowder, but nonetheless, they were attempting to kill him, so he is going to return the favor in kind, brandishing one of his chainaxes he charged them at a speed that was almost unreal, tanking their pathetic gunfire as he shoulder checked one of them to start off the melee, turning the mans rib cage to dust as he split another down the middle with his axe, laughing as one of them pulled out a hand axe and attempted to actually deal damage with it, it may have worked if it was a power weapon, but as it was he was rewarded with a lightning fast backhand to the side of his head, effectively ripping it off from between his shoulders as he turned and threw his axe into the one that was currently reloading, tearing a massive hole through the center of his chest, leaving one standing, well, standing was a bit of an overstatement, she was a small girl, hardly standing a 5'3" and shaking violently from fear, her legs threatening to give out at any second, he felt a twinge of pity for her, and merely smacked her in the side of the head hard enough to knock her out, sparing her not only because of how much younger she was than the others, but because she actually hadn't fired a shot the entire time, not even at the officer. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and started walking back towards the policemen, who were, needless to say, rather terrified of him at this point as they cleared a path for him to walk through as he went over to a nearby not burning storehouse opened the doors and walked in, closing them behind him as he went to a calm corner and sat the unconscious woman down as he sat a few feet away from her and waited.
Blake scrambled as she woke up, her eyes darting around the darkness before they quickly pierced the veil of the inky blackness, her eyes, wide with panic, slowly turning to their normal state as she thought she had just had some kind of nightmare, and that the other Fang members were alright, but such hopeful thoughts were crushed and replaced with mass amounts of fear as she saw the form of the massive armored man who had just slaughtered her teammates, and he was just sitting there, watching her passively with still wet blood dripping from his axe and coating his armor.
She thought about screaming for a few seconds before realizing he might kill her if she did so she stayed silent, flinching when the psychopath before her started to clean the gore off his axe and armor, looking up at her through his helmets visor.
"So...why did you open fire upon me and the PDF?" His voice sent very uncomfortable chills down her spine, but she found her words, speaking them shakily as she tried to meet his gaze.
"W-w-we w-were t-trying t-to escape without b-being caught...s-so we defended o-ourselves..." She could see him smile under his helmet.
"It's all good and well to want to defend yourself, but do try and think about what you are getting yourself into, you fired at a giant soldier with unknown capabilities, and the resulting punishment was in accordance to such foolishness." His calm demeanor thoroughly shocked her, how could someone be so calloused to murder?
"Th-then...w-why am I still alive..?" She could see his gaze visibly soften as he put his axe down.
"Because even for all you brashness, you are still young, and you did not attack me, you deserve to live your life better than those I killed." His words were genuine and caring beyond what one would think someone of his size and gruffness should be capable of. "And I have some degree of pity for you. But, as of right now, the PDF outside this building would most likely wish to capture you, but I've never been much to obey the law, so I will let you go without a fight. I will say that you fought me back and escaped after you awoke, or just leave with you, either way you get to go free, what do you say?" He could see she was in deep thought, on one hand, this was the man who just slaughtered some of her species, on the other, she gets a get-out-of-jail-free card, and possible protection, it wasn't very hard of a decision despite the circumstances.
"I...suppose you could follow me out, I mean they won't let you leave normally so..." He slowly stood up and offered her his hand, which she cautiously took, expecting him to crush her hand like he had done with that officer, but he was much more gentle than he had been then, but he still almost lifted her off the ground when he helped her up, he made sure she could stand properly and grabbed his axe and mag-locked it to his back, he chuckled a little when he saw her hold the sides of her head. "I tried to be as gentle as I could when I knocked you out." she just gave him an exasperated look as she pointed to the doors, he obliged, walking over and prying them open before gesturing for her to go out first, she was still wary despite his now friendly nature for...obvious reasons and took caution stepping past him and out the back of the warehouse.
It had seemed a decent choice, after all, the only way out besides him tearing the door was to go out and face the police, and there was no way they would be caught unless they just stood here like idiots, and that's because the only way to get here aside through that warehouse was to go all the way around, and they couldn't drive that way, and on foot it would take about 15 minutes to get here even at full sprint for a normal man, and since that huge armored guy thing had just wrenched the door back in place and rendered it unopenable to all but him they would have plenty of time to make their getaway.
Blake noticed the huge man was surprisingly nimble and quick for all that armor he wore, he could keep up with her without too much trouble, and was even able to follow her across any rooftops they jumped across to get even more distance from the police, he was mostly silent, only making a few grunts on the rougher landings, and saying yes or no to confirm how he felt about going through certain paths through the city, it was peaceful, except for the still fresh memories of what he had done earlier and the clunk of his boots.
They made it to the edge of the city where her extraction was waiting, Adam was standing patiently but shifted into a guarded stance when he saw the hulking mass of metal approaching him, but faded into a slightly less hostile form when he noticed it was walking peacefully beside Blake, who ran over and tackle hugged him, knocking him to the floor of the airship and knocking the air out of him. Once he had regained his composure he had pushed her up a little and looked to the quickly retreating form the the metal behemoth.
"Blake. Who was that?" She turned her head around to see Alken jump off the building and charge past anything in his wake and into the dense forest well past the outskirts of the city, she looked up at Adam with a new and shaken look.
"It's a...bit of a story, i'll have to tell you when we get back to base." He seemed to grunt in annoyance before signaling to the driver to go, watching the last glimpses of Alken as he ran dissapeared into the forest.
"Finally, good enough size, good enough for me." Was all Alken said as he walked into the new cave he would make his humble home/meditation center, it would not take long, he was an astartes after all, he could make the most of a bad situation, and maybe this planet, wherever it was in whatever section of the galaxy, he saw fit to make home, he had already seen so many things foreign to him even in his old age.
'Yes indeed, this will make a good land of redemption for one such as me.'
For you more perceptive ones, you would have noted that this should be a few years before the cannonical events of RWBY, and you would be correct, for Blake is still in the White Fang.
I really do want to know what you all think, especially the RWBY 40K, fans I know you're all out there.
Also on of scale of 1 to 4Chan. How heretical is this?
I'll be going now, Heresy man DarkWraith out.