Hey guys, Uncle WAAAGH! here!
So here is a special treat for you guys.
I talked to a fellow friend, Doomsdayguy12345, writer of the 'Death Korps of RWBY'
And we decided to make a crossover event.
Now note.
THIS AINT FUCKING CANNON
So I hope you guys can understand. Normal chapters will be coming out normally.
We are still working on chapter rotation between me and him (So, we will let you know on this stuff)
Also, Doomsdayguy12345 says hi.
"You are a sad, sad, piece of work, you know that right?" A figure asked, slowly walking around, throwing a massive brown tarp of cloth over the massive figure that 'laid' in bed. Emphasis on laid, as the massive greenskin warboss had completely flattened the damn thing.
"Yoo know, I'm gunna kick yer arse when dis-" The warboss snarled, before he was interrupted with massive coughing fit. The human sighed, and took out a golden and ornate watch, and it fell out of his palms, only being held by a simple golden chain. The figure started to slowly time the coughing fit. The warboss let out a howling wheeze that erupted from his lungs, a vile cacophony of his lungs smashing against his ribcage, his diaphragm pushing them to the brink. Finally, the warboss was done, who let out a groan, and lifted his arm. The power klaw attachment snapped itself open, and then shut itself slowly. The warboss let out a groan, shifting himself slightly.
"Oaahhh… dat hurts…" The warboss mewled softly. The Grenadier almost felt bad for him. Keyword was almost, as the warboss was quite literally the epitome of scummy, annoying, and downright asshole.
"Seventeen seconds. That's a new record you know." The Grenadier replied humorlessly, putting the watch away, shoving it in his pocket. Another vile wheeze erupted from the warboss, though not nearly as long.
"Go zog yerself ya twat." The warboss growled wetly.
Grenadier 652733-172948 'Klaus' of the 5th Death Korps of Krieg Siege Regiment, sighed, smoothing out the crinkles and folds in his uniform with his gloves. Watch duty. Watch duty was fine, and he didn't mind it. It was simply just who he was watching. A notorious Ork Freebooter Kaptin. Kaptin Bluddflagg, who was infamous for his pillage and slaughter of the sub sector 'Aurelia'. And unfortunately, and regrettably, he could not kill the damn creature.
To put it in a nice way, Bluddflagg looked like complete and utter shit. There was no safe way to put it. His previously thick green skin had now turned an entire shade paler, the blue veins and red arteries now visible. His skin was beginning to peel away in entire sheets of dead skin, like he was shedding his skin like some sort of slithery and disgusting serpent. His blood red eyes had now turned lighter, and his chest was heaving heavily with every breath he took.
The source of such a sickness was a disgusting black blade, that was lodged deeply within the greenskins chest. The veins around it had turned green, and it appeared that it was simply corrupting Bluddflagg, from the inside and out. Klaus wanted to pry it out, but currently, they didn't have any medical supplies, and their rations were running low. And with the Blizzard outside, he certainly couldn't go hunting. So he let that black blade stay within the greenskins chest. The green squiggles originating from the blade seemed to be poisoning the ork.
It could also explain the Greenskin's new 'eye', which was previously a small black hole, covered by a simple patch of metal. It was now a torrent of green flame, that licked the inside of his skull hungrily, leaving a small little line that traced the outside of his skull like a fiery tongue. Bluddflagg's nose ring pushed itself out as Bluddflagg inhaled, and then collapsed back into the bridge between his nostrils.
Klaus adjusted his chair. It was luck, and luck alone that they had managed to find a cabin in quite literally the middle of nowhere. The howling winter wind could be heard outside, and it constantly smashed at the flimsy logs that held up the cabin. Frosty hands pressed themselves across the window, letting out an eerie howl that would chill most men to the core. But Klaus, was not like most men. He was a Grenadier of the Death Korps of Krieg, and he wouldn't let no damn wind scare him. The thought itself was simply absur-
Bluddflagg let out a howl of pain, clutching his chest. Klaus jerked back in surprise, as the greenskin's boot had pushed the chair he had sat on forward. Klaus caught himself in the fall, preventing further injury. However, the flimsy chair did not have such luck, and was shattered into pieces. Klaus growled in anger, looking around the one room cabin. Fireplace was not an ample place to sit, and they had already cut the wooden table to pieces, in order to fuel said fire. The bed was out of question, and the floor was rather cold. So now he had to stand. Splendid.
"Ooooaauaauhahhohhohoh… me spleen…" Bluddflagg grumbled, his one remaining hand going to the side of his belly. Klaus came over, and gave it a good punch just to satisfy himself. Bluddflagg roared in pain, squirming around in pain and anger.
"YOO TWAT! I'LL RIP YER HEAD OFF, AND SHUV IT SO FAR UP YER ARSE THAT ITS GONNA BE COMING OUT THE OTHER WAY, YA SQUIG ZOGGIN GROT!" Bluddflagg snarled in anger. Klaus took several steps back and chuckled to himself
"Quite the smoothtalker, aren't you?" Klaus leered, smirking to himself at Bluddflagg's long and fiery rant that quickly followed. Then he heard something. A little rasp on the door. He raised an eyebrow, as he quickly went to get his helmet and gasmask. He rubbed his hands over the iron crest of the helmet, as he quickly wrapped the straps around his chin, and buckled them. Then, he grabbed his gasmask, and fit it firmly onto his face. He wrapped the strap around his head, and quickly secured it with inhuman agility. Resting in the corner of the cabin, right next to the door, was his weapons. One was a Gold and Black Bolter, that gleamed in the fire light, letting out a small sheen across its metal surface. It already had a full bolt clip inside, while the rest was in his sack, which always was kept on his back. The second was a glimmering power sword. The adamantium metal reflected a blurry image of himself, and then his hand slowly reaching for it, grabbing it by the pommel. He flipped it around, the razor sharp edge twirling in the air. He then snatched it by the handle, and firmly put it in his scheathe. Always felt good doing that, though he had so far, not had any accidents. To be honest, he hoped it stayed that way.
"DA ZOG DO YOO FINK YER GOIN? HUH? YOO STILL HAVE TA CHANGE THE BANDAGES!" Bluddflagg yelled in anger. Klaus ignored the greenskin, as he opened the door, letting in the frosty chill. He took a deep breath of air. The air went through his filtration system, and then forced it into his mouth. He shivered in delight, feeling the winter chill go into his lungs.
"Relax Bluddflagg. I'll be back soon enough. Just investigating a potential target." Klaus replied calmly, with a tone of sadism in his voice, as he stepped outside. He always did enjoy watching the greenskin suffer. As he could not kill him (as it would have been very suspicious that Bluddflagg had died of sickness with a splattered brain and shattered skull, along with a ruined face) he could enjoy watching the greenskin suffer, for all of the quips and insults that Bluddflagg had thrown at him for months.
"YOO BETTER! I AIN'T WAITIN FOR A WHOLE, ZOGGIN, WEEK, BEFORE DA TWIG KUMS BACK!" Bluddflagg roared, as Klaus firmly shut the door behind him. His boots trudged through the snow, as he walked outside of the cabin, and took a few looks around. The serene, white landscape was wrapped in a shroud of grey and smoggy skies. The wind howled and snarled at him, frostbite biting and nipping the corners of his uniform, and the very few parts where any skin showed up. Then he heard the sound of wood creaking. To the right. Klaus turned to the right, and began to cautiously trudge through the snow. His boots crunched and stomped at the snow beneath his feet, crumpling it into the soft ground. He pulled back the firing pin on his bolter, sensing trouble. He leaned against the edge of the cabin, as he took a deep breath.
"HALT!" Klaus ordered, as he leaped out from behind the cabin, rolling through the snow. In an instant, the gilded bolter was raised up, his fingers on the trigger, ready to blast this degenerate scum. Klaus lowered his bolter in confusion shortly after, as he began to slowly walk along the side of the cabin.
There was nothing there. Klaus looked around, looking for footsteps. Perhaps the assailant fled in the snow? But their was none. And besides, it would be rather difficult to run away in such temperatures, along with the near foot of snow that was slowly but steadily piling up. But something did catch his eye. A small light came from within the snow itself, several feet away from the cabin itself. Klaus slowly came forward. He stopped, and looked at it intently.
It appeared to be a bright blue gemstone. It let out a bright and light color of blue, one that looked like the blue skies many planets had. He reached down and grabbed it, looking it over. His thick leather gloves crinkled as they scooped up the gemstone. He brushed off the layer of snow that had encased it, revealing its beauty. Klaus held it up to his face, looking over the jewel like a prospector. Perhaps this was the object making the noise?
"Interesting." A voice said, that was not his own. Klaus would have turned immediately and fired, but he knew that voice. It was a voice that was light, yet heavy and dark at the same time. It fluctuated in tone, from a booming bellow to a whisper that could barely be heard. Who else, but your friendly neighborhood Damned Legionnaire, Legion?
Klaus turned around slowly. The midnight black armored giant stood right behind him, looking him over with its blood red eye lenses. Legion had the tendency to show up out of nowhere. Quite literally, as he only showed himself after a quick bath of warp fire, and sometimes, the sounds of church bells. Legion stood at eight feet tall, his black mark four power armor containing… whatever was under it. All around Legion's power armor, small torrents of red warp fire danced and leaped around his bone white pauldrons. Bones and skulls were embedded all along the Legionnaire's armor, ethereal flame of red and orange and yellow running across them. Legion tilted his head slightly to the right, as to level his vision with the gemstone.
"Do you mind if I examine it?" Legion asked, though to be honest, it sounded far more like a demand. Klaus decided it was in his best interests not to disobey the Damned Legionnaire, and handed it over. He dropped the gemstone into Legion's open and outstretched gauntlet, now looking tiny and miniscule compared to the giant's size. Legion rolled the gemstone to his ceramite tipped fingers, and looked it over.
"Interesting. This gemstone seems to be exuding warp energy at an astonishing level." Legion noted. Klaus scratched the back of his head. It began to itch, as usual. He considered studding his gloves just to help soothe that damn itch, as it always felt like bugs biting and nibbling at his brain and skull.
"Let me see." Klaus asked. Legion glanced down at him, and stared at him for a few moments, before he glanced back at the gemstone. He then put it in the grenadiers hands. Klaus looked it over, and shook it slightly, as if it would do anything. As he shook it, a blinding light shot right into his eyes, and he winced in pain. Even his tinted lense photoreceptors could not handle such a light, and he squeezed them shut in pain and discomfort. His hands went up to protect his eyes, and as he did, he heard that insidious gemstone crack and shatter. Good. After Klaus was done rubbing at his lenses (as if it would do anything) he blinked several times. However, he did not even have time to register what had happened, before a hand snatched his throat. He gasped in pain and exasperation, as he clawed futilely at the black gauntlet that encased his throat. He noticed that he was slowly lift up from the ground as well.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Legion demanded, bringing his blood red eye lenses right to Klaus's own. Klaus gasped for air, as Legion applied enough pressure to hold him in the air, but not enough to strangle him.
"I don't know! I just shook it!" Klaus spat. Legion growled, and dropped Klaus. Klaus fell to the ground with an oomph, and sat there, taking greedy breaths of air. He cracked his neck, feeling a bone pop. He quickly rolled his neck, getting out all of the aches that still lingered within his system. That hurt.
"Well then. Take a good look at what you have done." Legion growled. Klaus sighed, as he slowly rose up.
"You are overreacting, I mean, how bad could it possibly be?" Klaus said, reassuringly, before he paused. Oh. This. This was bad. Bad, bad bad.
The scenery was completely, in every way possible, different. Long gone were the completely white plains of Northrend, but now a woody forest, that seemed to be in prime spring time. It also seemed to be nighttime, as the moonlight cascaded down into the small clearing. He looked up and noticed something odd. The moon was shattered. While one part of it was somewhat decent looking, the other half was in multiple fragments. Klaus shrugged mentally. Strange.
Gone was the wooden cabin, but now a series of boulders. Klaus turned around, scanning the environment. Everything was different, everything. There were several possibilities. Judging by Legion's uncharacteristic anger and panic, he could assume a few things. One, he was no longer on Azeroth, and possibly two. He wasn't in the same DIMENSION. And if that was the case…
"Legion. Please tell me we are still on Azeroth." Klaus asked, glancing back at Legion's direction. But of course, he wasn't there. Of frakking course. Klaus growled in anger, grasping his bolter so hard he heard his knuckles crack.
"Damn Legionnaire…" He fumed, quickly boiling in anger, kicking a small rock with his prosthetic leg so hard that it cracked into several pieces, each that were flung in a separate direction.
"Well. This feels AWFULLY familiar." He snarled to himself, as he sat down on a small boulder. How badly this reminded himself of his own little tale of being sucked out of battle and being put into the most uncomfortable, weird, and downright insane adventure. And that wasn't even finished. But it appeared that he was in ANOTHER ONE. When he found out the force that was responsible by it, he would beat them to a bloody pulp. Then, he would tie them to a stake, put said stake into the ground, and throw birdseed all around their mutilated body, and let crows and vultures pick at it, and leave the corpse for the flies. In short, they were going to die a slow. SLOW. Death.
Klaus took a deep breath, and sighed, calming himself.
"Come now. What son of Krieg would not be able to control himself in such a situation?" He told himself, as he stood up, and looked around. There did not seem to be any paths or trails of any kind, or anything that would suggest civilization to begin with. So it appeared that so far, he was all alone on this rock. When he thought about it, that actually wouldn't be that bad. He really wanted some alone time. Just him, his weapons, and nothing else.
But then he remembered Lofn. And then he realized just how badly he needed to get off this rock. Lofn was one of his xeno/abhuman companions in Azeroth, and by far the most friendliest of them all. However, he had noticed that when she got mad… bad things happened. Very, very bad things happened. And the kind of meltdown that she would have if she thought that he was dead, or at the very least, missing, would be cataclysmic. World Ending.
He got an idea suddenly. Though it would be a waste of ammunition, he decided that it was a necessary sacrifice. He pointed his bolter to the sky, and fired a single shot. The Gilded Bolter let out a ear cracking boom. Cordite and smoke filled the air, as a shell the size of his thumb was discarded out of the gun, and fell to the ground, making a sharp ping as it dug itself into the soft dirt. The bolt round traveled into the air for a few moments, before it exploded mid air. Klaus waited patiently, as bits of metal and other shrapnel fell from the sky like lethal rain. The metal pinged off of the black iron that encased his shoulders, others lodging themselves into the dirt. Finally, when the last bit of metal fell, he nodded to himself. He patted his sheathe, feeling his Power Sword still firmly tied to his belt. He certainly did not want to lose that.
"If anyone heard that, then they know where to look." He mumbled to himself, as he closed his eyes, stuck out his finger, and started to spin on his heel. Finally, when he was done, he opened his eyes. North. Klaus shrugged mentally, as he let out a whistle, and began to stroll through the woods. Business as usual.
But then he heard something. Movement. Klaus stopped walking, and stood there, quietly and motionless. He listened very closely, limiting his breath to barely a whisper, though his rather 'unique' gasmask made it sound more like a wheeze. Branches snapping. They were breaking at a similar rate too. Right behind him.
Klaus turned around, firing a quick burst of bolter fire. The bolter screamed, as red hot fiery bolt shells were propelled forward, slamming into their target. The darkness lit up in a fiery red flare, and revealed the midnight black beast that roared in pain, as it slammed into a tree, sending dozens of pine needles falling to the ground. Klaus scanned the environment, shuffling with each step of his feet. It appeared that the area was clear. Klaus turned back to the beast, only to realize that it was gone. Even in the darkness, he couldn't see a bloodtrail. It was if the beast did not even bleed.
"What?" He mumbled in confusion, looking for the wounded beast. But it was nowhere to be seen. Several months ago, this would have been the weirdest thing he had seen. But now, this was rather tame. He took a good minute or so to look around some more, before he simply shrugged.
"Alright then. Not even going to question that." He said aloud, as he turned and left, not aware of a separate pair of eyes watching him.
Beacon Academy…
All through the halls of the prestigious academy not a single soul stirred about, the teachers and students were all in their beds, some dreaming of days where they would save the world, others dreading in their sleep about the upcoming test they had not taken the proper amount of time to study for. No matter their dreaming they were all fast and steadily asleep.
Except for a certain Headmaster and his Vice Headmistress as they had both shot out of their bed as an ungodly loud alarm sounded in their room.
"Dust damnit!" Professor Goodwitch growled pulling the bed sheet down to the floor, "Ozpin, what is that?!"
"It's the alarm for Emerald Forest, a massive energy spike must've occurred." The gray haired man said with a sigh as he tried to straighten his back after falling with so little grace.
"That means there's more of them, again?" Goodwitch groan as she wrapped the bed sheet around herself like a robe.
"Of course there is," Ozpin whispered rubbing his eyes, he pulled his scroll off of his dresser's counter switching to the monitors, "Oh you've got to be kidding me."
"What?"
The Headmaster nodded his head, "Hansel has a new friend."
Glynda saw the image on her scroll and bowed her head with a sigh, "Of course he does. Great, just fantastic."
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Emerald Forest
/
As morning came, Klaus collapsed onto the ground, wheezing. His bolter skidded to the ground, and his power sword nearly fell out of his sheathe. He had walked for all night, and he hadn't slept in nearly two days. However, that wasn't what was bothering him. What was really bothering him, was food. He slowly pulled himself up, and sat down again, unbuckling his sack from his back, and putting it in front of him. He slowly started to dig through it, desperately looking for something to chew on. Although he necessarily wasn't starving, he knew that to keep up his constant search of civilization, he needed energy.
For the next few minutes, he would dig through his sack, throwing out the following
Several moldy apples
A score of bolter clips
His shovel
A blanket
The Imperial Guardsmen Primer
His personal journal
A wooden carving of the aquila
And a dozen potions (which was really in the side pockets)
"Emperor dammit." He growled, throwing the moldy apples as far as he could. He pulled himself up, taking a deep breath. He snatched his bolter, and started to look around. It was hunting time. He started to put most of the items back into his sack.
However, as he heard the sound of a stream rippling nearby, he decided it was worth investigating. He started to walk towards the stream, still keeping an eye open. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched by… well, something. Caution was always advised in an unknown environment, and judging by the local fauna, he should always keep an eye open.
Finally, he reached the stream. It was a rather long stream too, though it was a couple of feet deep. Klaus sat down, and unbuckled his canteen from his belt, and unscrewed the cap. It popped like a cork, and landed right in his palm. He slowly took off his gasmask, and rubbed his eyes with one hand.
"Still got it." He mumbled, as he shoved the canteen into the stream, filling it to the peak with water. He began to down it, and it was only when he was finished with it was when he noticed that he had a guest. It was a deer, on the opposite side of the stream, roughly twenty feet away. And it was peeing into the stream. Klaus took a moment to register this, as he quickly spat out whatever water he still had in his mouth. He immediately took his bolter, and fired a shot at the deer. Its head exploded like a melon, sending gore and chips of white bone flying. The body collapsed partially into the stream, sending great gouts of blood into the crystal clear water, turning it into a fine pink and red color. Klaus sighed, as he began to wade into the stream, keeping his arms above the water, and rather dry. He would need them.
"I guess I owe you friend." Klaus said, smirking at his own joke, as he hoisted the deer carcass over his back, and onto his shoulder. Blood poured down the ruined and mutilated head, covering his face with blood. He licked his lips of the irony liquid, as he slowly carried the body of the deer to the other side of the stream. It must have been young, judging by its weight. However, he necessarily didn't care for something like age. As long as it was edible. Finally, he threw the body of the deer over the bank of the stream. He slowly pulled himself out of the waters, shaking off as much as he could. Of course, he couldn't get rid of all of it, but he would at least try. Finally done with that, he began to start gathering rocks to make a fireplace. Though if he was ever seen again he would have been considered a savage, he wasn't going to play the part and eat it raw. He also would have to skin it, and then select the pieces of it he would want. The flank, most likely.
However, said cooking process would have to wait, as he heard movement within the woods. Klaus raised his bolter in the direction of the noise, shuffling to the left in order to get to cover.
"Yoo smell dat?" A voice said in the woods. Klaus furrowed his eyebrows. Greenskins. He quickly shoved his gasmask onto his face and buckled it.
"Yeah. Smells like Veel." Another voice said, as they entered the clearing.
It was indeed greenskins. Seven of them. However, due to their notorious tunnel vision, they did not yet spot him. They were sweaty and hunched creatures, each standing roughly at five and a half feet. They each wore disgusting and sweaty T-shirts, tank tops, whatever they could wear to cover their bodies. Similarly, they all wore varying degrees of sweatpants, to even jeans. However what got Klaus interested was that few of them were even armed. Only two of the seven actually had weapons visible, both being Shootas. They would be his targets. He slowly moved around the rock, staying crouched. He would spring an ambush, with legendary cunning. The orks circled around the deer carcass and the small pile of rocks.
"Lookatdat boss! Freebie!" One of the orks hooted, putting their shoota to the side in order to touch it.
"Da hell doo ya lads fink dat dis deer fing is ere?" One boy asked.
"Probably some plot point that everyun is gunna furget er overlook, simply cuz un of da Authors wanted an action scene, so he could lure us boyz into a foight. Even doe that we are Blood Axes, and are sumwut smart when it comes to dis kind of shtuff, since ya know... We are da most cunnin orks 'round." Another answered. All of the orks glanced at the specific ork for a few moments, and then slapped him all at once, getting a high pitched squeal for their efforts.
"Stupid madboy. We ain't in a trap!" The leader growled. Oh, how wrong he was.
Klaus fired a single shot. The bolt shell was ejected from the gilded bolter, and collided with the greenskins throat, at the back of the neck. It exploded outward, showering the orks closest with gore. A hole the size of his fist was now at the back of the greenskins neck, and the ork's head lolled backwards, until the neck bent into itself, and the body fell. The orks looked at their dead comrade in dumb shock. Perfect.
Klaus then shot at the remaining greenskin mob. Another three were brought down by his gunfire, until the orks were smart enough to get into cover.
"Zog! Its a humie!" One of the orks hollered, pulling out his shoota, and letting out a burst of gunfire. Klaus ducked down, though he noted that it probably wasn't even necessary. Orks were notorious with their god awful accuracy. Klaus got up, and pointed his bolter at the ork who was stupid enough to be in the open, and pulled the trigger. Click. Klaus glanced at his bolter, and sighed, ducking down as a torrent of golden shells forced him down. He put the bolter aside, and unsheathed his power sword.
"Is da humie dead?" One ork said aloud.
"I dunno. He aint screamin dat loud." Another said. Klaus snickered. Stupid orks.
"Roight, lemme go check on him yeah? He had sum flashy kit!" Another ork shouted. Klaus gripped his power sword one handed, as the sound of footsteps was heard. Finally, Klaus struck.
He leaped out from his cover, and stabbed the ork right in the chest. The ork howled in pain, but it would be even worse for the ork, as he activated the power field. A bright blue field of energy surrounded the sword, and began to sear and burn at the greenskin's insides.
"Zog! Shoot em!" The ork shouted. Klaus began to push the greenskin forward, using him as a meat shield. The sound of gunfire was heard yet again, as bullets continued to smash into the greenskins back. Finally, Klaus got close enough, and pushed the greenskin off of his blade, and smashed his boot into his chest. The carcass was propelled forward, colliding into the greenskin with the shoota. The shoota was knocked out of the greenskins hand, and was sent skittering to the ground.
"Die humie!" The other ork hollered, as he pulled out a massive knife, the size of Klaus's arm. The greenskin swung his choppa clumsily, a blow that Klaus easily dodged. Klaus shuffled to the side of the greenskin, slicing his power sword along the side of the orks leg. The ork shouted in pain, as he was sent to the ground, one of his legs now inoperable. Klaus then thrusted his power sword into the back of the greenskins skull. The greenskin let out a gurgling noise, as he was effectively lobotomised. Klaus twisted his blade, just to be sure, before he yanked it out, and pushed the greenskin's body out of the way. He turned around to face the last greenskin. He was still struggling underneath the body of his fallen kin, and as Klaus came closer, he saw why. One of the greenskins legs had been twisted. Klaus almost felt bad. Well, not really. Seeing such a disgusting green
"Eat shite humie." The greenskin spat.
"How about you die?" He retorted. Klaus came over, and plunged his sword into the greenskins heart, and twisted the blade. With that, the greenskin was dead.
Klaus glanced back at his breakfast, only to find that the deer body was basically inedible at this point. With nearly three greenskins bodies all over its body, with guts and intestines spewed all over its body. Klaus sighed. No breakfast today.
"Damn Greenskins, always ruining everything." He mumbled to himself, as he turned off the power field on his sword, and put it back in his sheathe. He began the laborious task of dragging each greenskin body into the fire pit, before he lit the wood and firestarter aflame with some flint and a empty bolt shell, and patiently waited for each body to burn into cinders. Business as usual.
Nearly three hours later, as he rose up from his little nap next to the pyre of burning corpses, Klaus decided it was ample time to take a pee break. As he quickly ran over to a nearby tree to take a leak. He heard footsteps. Emperor damnit, more greenskins it seemed. Klaus quickly zipped up, and told his bladder to keep it in for now, as he shoved in a new magazine of ammunition into his bolter, and pulled the firing pin. He peeked out from behind the tree, when his jaw dropped. Was that… a Grenadier? The Grenadier brought a Hellgun to bare, but lowered his sights upon getting a better look at Klaus, "Hallo. Ave Imperator Kameraden."
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Beacon landing pads…
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The Headmaster and Vice Headmistress stood patiently as the Bullhead that carried Hansel and the new arrival descended, Ozpin prepared himself mentally as the door opened and two Kriegsmen walked out.
Wow, this one sure looked different.
His armor looked somewhat more battle worn, less refined, almost like he had been through the wringer and had managed to rebuild it for the most part if not improve on certain aesthetic qualities. This soldier looked more like a medieval version of a Krieg soldier; his sword looked like it belonged to someone of a higher birth status, almost like it belonged to a Lord of some sort. How this boy got the sword must've been a story of its own. The gold and black gun also must have been a good story, though he didn't get to see to much before it was put away.
Hansel stopped and saluted the Headmaster crisply, "Headmaster I have brought my fellow Guardsman as you asked."
"Thank you Hansel, now, who might you be?" The Grenadier cracked his neck with a little roll of his head, and then his knuckles. Finally, he spoke.
"Grenadier 652733-172948 'Klaus' of the 5th Death Korps of Krieg Siege Regiment. And who may you be?" Klaus said slowly, almost as if he was talking to a child.
Ozpin frowned for a moment, "I am Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon Academy, and I am asking you just this once to address me with some respect. I am your host after all."
Klaus suddenly looked to the right of Ozpin, and shivered in unhidden hatred. One that made Ozpin glance behind himself.
"I apologise. It's… been awhile since I have seen a fellow citizen, let alone spoken to one. I must smell like the scum underneath my boots. And speaking of scum… Vostroyans…" Klaus growled. Each letter in the word 'Vostroyan' was spat and laced with poison, almost as if he was proud of his sudden hatred of the word.
Not more than thirty feet away Nicholas and the other Imperials were walking up one of the ramps leading to the Bullheads.
"I'll be damned," Julius, the heir to the Armageddon governorship said, "Another Korpsmen, praise the Golden Throne."
Klaus relaxed himself somewhat at the sight of Julius. That seemed good.
"An Armageddon Steel Legionnaire. A privilege." Klaus said, as he offered his hand, one that Julius took.
"Name's Julius Romano, suppose you met my best bud Hans eh?" Julius chuckled.
Klaus glanced at Julius, and then at Hansel. Then Julius, then Hansel.
"Yes. Your… 'best bud'. I have met him, though somewhat… informally." Klaus mumbled, glancing back at Nicolas, who was still walking up the stairs.
"Throne damnit, Ed, my leg is malfunctioning." The Vostroyan said to a Tech Priest coming up the steps. Ozpin glanced back at Klaus, and could actually hear something underneath his breath. Cursing and excessive swearing. He had quite the potty mouth.
"Tsartrov, roll up your pant leg." The red robed priest commanded.
The Vostroyan rolled up his red pants leg to expose his prosthetic leg, three mechadendrites came from underneath Edison's robe, they started to zap and screw in some bolts that seemed slightly unhinged.
"Your leg needs an upgrade Tsartrov." The Techpriest noted.
"Oh I'll give it an upgrade. When I cut it to pieces." Klaus grumbled, his hand firmly grasped on the handle of his sword. Hansel glanced at Klaus.
"Control yourself." Hansel ordered. Klaus obeyed. Somewhat, "I don't like the Vostroyan either, but friendly fire is not an option here." Klaus then released his grasp of his sword, though keeping it centimeters close to the handle. However, when he saw Saladin, his hand instantly snatched the handle of his sword again.
"Hey," Julius said pulling out two red bars, "I got you both some schokolade." In a flash the Kriegsmen took their respective bars. Klaus however, seemed very hesitant to dig in, unlike Hansel, as his bar disappeared within seconds.
"I shall… keep this for now." Klaus said awkwardly, as he slowly slid it into his bag. The sound of glass clinking against each other was heard as the bar fell into his sack, and he froze. Suspicious glares all around were handed out.
"What was that?" The Tech Priest asked. Klaus scratched the back of his head furiously.
"Only a good luck charm. Now come. We have much to speak about." Klaus said, as he grabbed Hansel by the shoulder, and started to lead him down the stairs.
"What is it that you need to discuss so urgently? Stop pulling me." Hansel said slapping Klaus's hand off his shoulder. Klaus gave him a quick look, before he sighed.
"Nothing. I merely wish to exchange information, of how I got into such a… a strange place. And besides, no Son of Krieg deserves to be near that… rabble." Klaus hissed, pointing out to the Vostroyan, who was still staring at him.
"I admit, I do not like the Vostroyan very much or the Tallarn man but I can attest to their skill as warriors. Julius however is an honorary Korpsman, treat him as you would your fellow brothers. What specific information do you require?" Hansel asked. Klaus shifted to the side slightly, making sure he was out of view of the Imperials.
"Anything. Anything really, just tell me something. And preferably, alone." Klaus blurted out. Hansel raised an eyebrow under his mask. This was VERY. Suspicious.
Hansel nodded to Klaus's request and began with the bare basic information, "This world is called Remnant, this is a school that is designed to train these warriors called Huntsmen to fight the creatures of Grimm, said creatures are attracted to negative emotions, fear specifically, they are however repelled by me. They are pathetic beings. These Huntsmen have this ability to weaponize their souls, it's called Aura, I've studied it immensely, it is nothing close to what a Psyker can use, they in fact knew nothing of the imperium before I came here." Hansel stated. Klaus absorbed that information for a few moments, before he asked another question.
"If that is so, then why the hell are there greenskins here?" He demanded. Hansel paused.
"Come again?" He asked. Klaus sighed, snatching Hansel by the sides of the head, and bringing him closer.
"There are Greenskins here, I dispatched a few before you found me." Klaus whispered.
Hansel stood silently as his hands started rolling into fists, "First that cowardly Tau xeno, now Greenskins? Frakk. We will need to inform the Headmaster so the forest could be searched."
"Are you insane? Let him know, and the whole world will start asking too many questions. No. You keep this a secret, between you, and me." Klaus hissed.
"Questions? I told him about our alien foes, I've even told them the bare basics of the Great Enemy, enough to where they know about them but I doubt they believe me." Hansel stated. Klaus snorted.
"Good. If they don't believe you, they won't believe… IT. But you think word of mouth is enough to make them warriors? To fight Greenskins, let alone a WAAAGH!, if the situation goes bad?" Klaus growled.
Hansel pulled his Scroll from the inside of his coat and showed a video of a certain girl in black and red dragging a Nevermore up and cliff with her scythe, "I believe they can handle a few Greenskins." He stated. He then slapped the hands off of his head, and pointed right at the girl.
"This is my Rosenrot. Mine, are we clear?" Hansel growled. Klaus glanced at the scroll for a few moments, before chuckling.
"Hm. A Scythe and a Sniper Rifle. I thought such weapon was for farming." He mumbled, before he sighed.
"Rosenrot? Rose so Red? I hope that's a nickname, because she looks nothing like a rose. Both in color and… other qualities." He added onHansel stiffened at the implied insult, even though it took a few moments for him to register it. Klaus then shook his head, the painted red fire emerging from his yellow lenses moving with the motion, as if it was really fire.
"Fine. Let me see these so called 'Warriors'."
"They are not here. They have left for Vale, but they shall be back soon." Hansel reported. Klaus sighed.
"I wish to know, how badly doomed this planet is before I leave." He stated, before he paused. It seemed that he didn't mean to say that part.
"Leave? What do you mean, leave?" Hansel asked. Klaus sighed, taking a few steps away from Hansel, as he left a couple of curious students get past them, to whatever destination they were heading to.
"I am not staying at this academy. I shall leave soon." He said, repeating himself.
"If that is decision then fine, but where exactly will you go? And besides, it's not like this planet has space craft, which it does not. Besides, this school offers us sanctuary and food, we are even reaching out to other schools and nations to see if they have any other Guardsmen." Hansel explained. Klaus chuckled, and took a few steps back, and turned around.
"You wouldn't understand. And I don't expect you to." Klaus merely said. He then reached into his pocket, and took out a golden circular… thing, and looked at it for a few moments, before shoving it back into his pocket.
"Fine, at least stay for a night, I can vouch that their food is to die for." Hansel suggested. Klaus shrugged.
"I prefer to hunt it for myself, but… I guess I can have a quick… snack." He mumbled.
"Good, lunch was actually going to start in thirty minutes, just sit next to me, the Vostroyan and Tallarn sit on the other side further down usually with Edison." Hansel said. Klaus nodded, as he began to walk away, before Hansel stopped him.
Hansel nearly face palmed, "I almost forgot, they begrudgingly have abhumans called Faunus here, they have tails or ears. Filthy mutants. I wished we didn't have to tolerate their existence." Hansel muttered. Klaus waved his hand in an 'eh' gesture.
"Mutants are far different from Abhumans, in my opinion. I can tolerate Abhumans. You just worry about yourself." Klaus mumbled. Hansel regarded him with a tilted head, he must have heard that wrong, "I'd prefer Ogryns. They are at least sanctioned." He stated.
"Whats a sanction worth? A few pages, and a couple of purity seals?" Klaus
asked. He didn't let Hansel finish. "As long as these… 'Faunus' keep a distance, I shall behave."
Hansel nearly gritted his teeth. This one was… off... "That is an odd thing for me to hear from a fellow Korpsman. If you must know there is a group called the White Fang, they are anti-human Faunus that wish our race's demise."
"Tails and Ears... cannot stand to Steel and Faith. Now come. Let us dine." Klaus shouted, as he began to walk in a random direction. Hansel face palmed himself, shaking his head.
"Wrong way." Hansel then pointed out. Klaus turned on his heel.
"I knew that!"
/
On an ancient derelict of a space ship that floated throughout space, there was barely any sound that echoed throughout the ancient and heavily damaged Imperial Battlecruiser. However, there was one sound. The sounds of hammers being smashed, and the sounds of drills being whirred.
Inside the massive cargo bay, an ork mek worked furiously on his newest creation. His temporary home was in uncharted space, and it was almost like that he was alone. But he knew that he was being watched. He looked out of one of the many viewing ports that he had carved out into the hull, and could see the faint shimmers and illusions of Eldar Cruisers and Ships. They had this place locked down harder than a Bad Moon Teef Jar, and he knew that if he even tried to get off of this ship, he was going to get blasted.
Unkle sighed, adjusted his commiork hat and uniform, as he went back to his work, and continued to fuse the plates shut.
"Nibbla, be a bud, and pass me sum screws." Unkle shouted, as he shoved in a new plasma core into his welda, and slipped on his goggles, and continued to fuse the gaping hole shut. Suddenly, a massive toolbox was sent his way, smacking him right in the head. Unkle's head smashed into the metal bulkhead, and he let out squeal of pain. He shook his head slightly, rubbing the side of his skull, which a bright red bump had appeared.
"Fanks Nibbla." He grumbled, as he took out several screws from his completely ruined toolbox, and shoved it into his mouth for spare keeping. Nibbla let out a growl, as it began to prance around. Each step of the Hive Tyrants massive hooves made the floor vibrate, making it infuriatingly difficult to keep the welder steady.
"Nibbla! Stop movin damn ya! I'm tryin to weld dis shite!" Unkle snarled, glancing at his pet. Nibbla gave him a hungry look, his yellowish greenish eyes peered into Unkle's one remaining eye, and then proceeded to barf bio acid all over the floor. Unkle let out a groan of disgust, as he put the welder away, and took off his mask, wiping a crease of sweat from his brow.
"Hungry ain't ya?" He asked, though the bubbling hole in the floor kind of confirmed this answer. He started to hike up the massive mountain of scrap and materials that he had asked for, in order to get his lunchbox. After ten minutes of climbing, he had gotten to the junk mountain, and snatched his lunchbox from it. He then slid down the mountain of junk. As he reached the bottom, he stumbled, and fell over, spilling his lunch all over the ground. Nibbla immediately came over, and started to spew acid all over his lunch. Unkle groaned in anger.
"Nibbla! Dats my lunch!" He screeched. Nibbla continued to ignore him, though he was not above giving him a hiss as Unkle tried to reach for what remained of his sandwich.
"Foine! Be loike dat, but no squig jerky for yoo!" He shouted. Nibbla ignored him. Then, Unkle heard a knock on one of the doors. He sighed.
"Great. Wot do dose space elves want dis time…" He growled, as he started to walk over to the door. Finally, he opened it, by prying the malfunctioning doors open with his bare hands. He looked up to who it was, before a black fist snatched his throat. He gasped in surprise, as he struggled to breath.
"Unkle. It's been awhile, hasn't it?" Legion asked, as he took several steps into the room. Nibbla immediately snapped his attention to Legion, and let out a long and steady hiss. Legion started to walk forward, and pulled out a chair from a pile of garbage, and put Unkle on it. Unkle gasped, breathing in as much air as orkly possible, before he grinned slightly.
"Ah Legion! Me old pal. Me, cour de cour. How's da warp eh?" Unkle asked, trying to small talk the warp entity. That wasn't working.
"I have no time for your 'charisma' Unkle. I need you to help me out." Legion stated. Unkle rubbed his neck slowly with one of his hands. Damn, that hurt. Badly.
"And wot is dat? I suppose yoo didn't kum all da way here for me, incredible cookin." Unkle growled. Legion didn't reply at first.
"No. I need you to retrieve someone from a different dimension." Legion replied. Unkle's eye went wide in surprise, while his cybernetic eye brightened in contrast. He immediately stood up, and turned his back to Legion.
"Nope! I'm done with dis dimension jumpin... mumbo jumbo! Da Eldar are already blackmailin me to make der frikkin Dimension Tellyporta! I ain't doing anything fer ya!" Unkle snapped.
"Really? Not even for a… Necron Artifact?" Legion asked teasingly. Unkle turned around immediately, to see a Tesseract Labyrinth within Legions fiery gauntlet. His brain began to salivate at the thought of using Necron tech in his machines, as he slowly reached out for it, but then stopped himself.
"Nope! Not even for a Cron cube!" He snorted.
"How about… two Necron Artifacts?" Unkle paused. It took all of his willpower to resist the first offer, so how could he possibly refuse the second one?
"Ergh. Foine. Who do ya need removed?"