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Karuna System
Segmentum Pacificus
998 M41

'Prepare the nova cannon, captain.' Bellowed Surland. He sunk further into his command chair, feeling the command glyphs and neural integration relays bite into his body. A low metallic whine can be heard as his augmentics connected with his ship, Righteous Condemnation.

'Nova Cannon prepped and ready, Lord Inquisitor!'

'fire, captain, and may those blasphemous xenos face the emperor's judgement.' Surland bellowed, already connected to his black ship, feeling every aspect of the ship as if it was a part of his own body. All of the holy, enigmatic, and deadly 5 kilometers of adamantium connected to his body.

Lord Inquisitor Joseph Surland did not care about this xenos anymore. He considered himself to be among the most radical inquisitor of the Ordo Xenos he has ever met, having used methods considered heretical by even some of the more liberal Ordo Hereticus Inquisitors. He has tried to negotiate with this small xenos empire. They had some technologies that would have been useful for the imperium, emperor damn it but they were as xenophobic as the imperium itself, and the resulting war has cost the xenos their empire. Now only their capital world remained.

'Lord Surland, all enemy ships eliminated. Captain Orsfund reports his marines has disabled all the remaining orbital defense platforms sir.'

'Order the stormtroopers to drop and take the planet'

'Your will, my lord'

Surland stared at the blue orb infront of him. Such a waste, yet these xenos were crafty. Indeed, their fleet had cost Surland 2 frigates. Small they have been, but full of surprises nonetheless.

'Captain, belay that command.'

'Inquisitor?'

'Prep order Captain Orsfund to prep his cyclonic torpedo. Two stage, if you please.'

'You mean to destroy the planet, inquisitor?'

'Yes. I wish not to sacrifice anymore imperial lives for the taking of these xenos.'

'Your will, my lord' Captain Juxtra straightened his stormcoat. The stylised I of the inquisition on his breast pocket gleaming from the reflected explotions thousands of kilometers away, showing his status as part of an inquisitor's retinue.

'Ensign, contact Captain Orsfund, and relay the inquisitor's wishes, and tell the rest of the fleet to form up beside the Astartes Strike Cruiser' Juxtra was never comfortable cracking a planet, but then again an inquistor of the Ordo Xenos knows what to do to Xenos. Juxtra only had to command the vessel of his Holy Majesty's Inquisition.

Surland disconnected himself from his command chair, and walked up beside the captain near his viewport. Surland always found Juxtra unsual for a ship's captain. He never used his command chair to connect to his ship, like most naval officers. Then again, Juxtra is a veteran of 2 centuries, he mused. If anyone knows how to run a ship, its Juxtra.

Outside the viewport, he could see the rest of his fleet form up on a line beside his own. 2 Sword frigate squadrons with 5 swords each , 5 cobras and a 5.1 Km long Dominator class cruiser, counting his own and the Deathwatch Strikecruiser Dominus, Surland controlled a fleet of 18 ships and enough firepower to conquer a small empire. And the did.

The Dominus moved up and neared the planet. A few agonizing seconds later, a large torpedo was launched from its portside.

The two-stage cyclonic torpedo is among the deadliest weapons of man. The first stage a powerful melta charge that would burrow deep into the planet reaching its core, where the second stage would result in the detonation of the immesurably strong warhead, resulting in the complete fragmentation of a planet.

As Surland watched from his viewport, the first stage seems about finished, as the Dominus moved up to join the rest of the fleet.

Suddenly, Surland felt something bite at his mind. Surland was a psyker. An Alpha psyker. Among the strongest psykers in the whole imperium, at least if you count only the ones with an intact sanity. He may be strong, but his strength can be a weakness, were he to exposed himself to the warp with less precautions than needed, he could lead to the downfall of the subsector. Maybe even the sector. His mentor, Lord Inquisitor Braxi was himself only a Beta psyker, yet he almost blew up an entire system.

After reciting the necesarry litanies and placing the appropriate mental wards, he reached into the warp to stare down whatever it was catching his attention.

His blood ran cold.

'Captain! Order the fleet to power up gellar fields and brace for unscheduled warp excursion! Warn the astropaths and navigators.'

The captain looked at the inquisitor with only the faintest sign of terror. Centuries of fighting has dulled him to panic.

'It will be done.' And without a moment to lose, Captain Juxtra relayed the commands to the entire fleet.

Outside the viewports, Surland could see the void and gellar fields of the vessels power up, just as the unmistakable thud of the powerful cyclonic warhead detonation. Surland found himself wishing he was wrong, but he had not lived for 3 centuries without knowing a thing or two about the warp.

The explosion was a fierce fiery red-yellow glow from the core, a few seconds later, red became purple, and yellow was lost, as physics meant nothing. The planet had been swalloed by a gigantic portal of impossibilities as a titanic mouth to the empyrean was opened in front of them.

'captain, all ships, reverse now!'

Surland could feel the mighty engines give their all as the ships desperately tried to get out of the massive gravity well caused by the warp rift. As powerful as the imperial fleets gellar fields were, an unexpected war excursion was still deadly.

The ships, regardless of class, were pulled steadily into the warp rift. Engines powerless from the great and mighty pull of the hellish portal.

The fleet was inside the empyrean.

'Navigators across the fleet are down, captain. Alive, but unresponsive!' Juxtra shouted over the small sparks and explosions permeating the bridge. 'Fleet captains report gellar fields are up and no daemon incursions yet! The fleet however is stuck my lord. Without our navigators, we are hopelessly lost in the warp!'

'Tell the rest of the captains to maintain gellar fields, and order the chief medicae up here.' Surland said,.

Surland then drew his mastercrafted bolt pistol. A costum job from a Salamander's forgemaster, who owed him. It was the perfect size for a human hand, with or without power armor. A marvel of engineering.

He checked the magazine and found it full, and chamered one bolt. He passed it to the skeptical captain.

'Shoot me if anything untoward happens'

'Inquisitor?'

But Surland could no longer hear him. Surland tapped into his great reserves of power and wrapped his mind tightly on the 18 ships that made up his fleet and on the thousands of lives they had on board.

And he yanked.

And he yanked more.

And he yanked until he could feel the barriers of the materium and the immaterium once more open.

Finally, like a breath of fresh air after months of recycled gasses, the ships broke out of the warp, and into realspace.

Surland had done it. Transited a fleet out of the warp, unaided by warp engines, fighting daemons and he had done it. He was still intact and alive. Exhausted, but alive.

The last thing Surland remembered was his favourite sidearm being dropped unceremoniously like a rock on the adamantium floor, and the captain with the chief medicae catching him as he fell, and an ensign shouting 'Where in the emperor's name are we!'

-
Orbit of Haven
Korpulu Sector
54 M3

The Hyperion has been at a stand off with the protoss fleet for hours now. Neither side willing to back down.

Jim Raynor stared at the comm. Screen infront of him, Dr. Hanson standing behind him. 'Executor Selendis, with respect, I cannot allow you to commit denocide on a human colony with only the vaguest signs of Zerg infection!'

Executor Selendis stood imaculately behind the viewscreen. Psionic powered eyes looking deep into Raynor's.

"Friend raynor, if you wish to stop us, we will have no choice but to meet in glorious comb-'

Suddenly alarm klaxons sounded on both ships.

'Executor, we detect spacial anomalies a system away!'

'Captain Horner, we detect energy surges, its probably the same thing as the protoss have detected. Sir, its massive.' Said the mechanical adjutant.

'Friend Raynor, I propose we lend each other our strengths and deal first with this anomaly, and settle the fate of haven later. This anomaly seems too big to be left unchecked'