43 years prior to Istaaan V – Primarch Varel of Legion II

"Son, come to me." Said Father, his large frame turning as he looked at me. My Armored frame strode across the room, footfalls echoing across it's wide expanse.

"What is it, Father?" I asked, my bronze armor sheening as I stood beside him. The light of Sol was bright this day, perhaps a sign of things to come? I noticed the gateway he'd been working on was humming slightly.

"I need you to leave your Legion behind and do a mission for me – alone. I know your experiments have given you nigh-invisibility on the field. I require you to infiltrate the Webway, to reach a craftworld and bring them to the table. With the Eldar subdued, Man shall be able to reclaim much more. What say you?" He asked, his voice booming even with nowhere for it to echo. I pondered for less than a split second with my altered mind.

"I shall do as you ask." I said. "What shall I require on my journey?"

"Bring Terminator armor, if you can. I'm sure the Webway has it's dangers." Said the Emperor. "Meet me here when you're ready."

I turned and left. A trio of Captains met me at the door, conversing with Abaddon, who was holding a large scroll. "Missive from Horus, Abaddon?" I asked, coming up to them. All the Captains quickly stood up straighter, and Abaddon held an odd look on his face for an instant.

"Y-Yes, I do. If you'll excuse me, My Lord." Said Abaddon, passing by. My reputation precedes me, it seems. Whilist i've seen Abaddon on the field, and said a few terse words to him whilist conversing with Horus, I never really spoke with the man. He seemed fearful, like most. Keeping up a false temper kept the men in line, a testament to the attentiveness contest his Captains were now having. I turned to them.

"I will be leaving for a time. Have your troops make way to Horus' battlefleet. Keep casualties down and take no major risks unless directly ordered. Dismissed." I said, gruffly. The Captains turned and disappeared down the hall, not desiring to speak to me more than necessary. I left the palace alone, and headed for my personal quarters in the districts of the Administratum at the Palace's foot. I had my Servitors unclasp my armor, and I dressed in robes. A few dozen books were piled on my desk. I could get through atleast half while my armor and weapons were gathered by the Servitors.

Three Hours Later...

Twisting, winding tunnels of nothingness. I stomped along in my armor through this strange realm, with little more than my mind to guide me. The Tunnels snaked, and snaked, and snaked. I heard something... footsteps... no... can't b- BLAM! The tunnel ripped open, and harpies flooded in from the void. I swung my Power Sword, cried in fury, but it was in vain. I felt something lifting me high, away from the harpies, and then... Nothing.

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The Presidium, Citadel, Invasion by the Reapers.

"W...What?" I asked myself, as I came to in the flames and fire. I rolled over, only to realise I was ontop of a vehicle of some sort. Dropping, I swung my shield and sword about. Satisfied I was safe, I turned only to be hit by some sort of servitor. I bashed it away with my Storm Shield. The Creature fell over a railing into a lake below. A Xeno bathed in light appeared near me. "Please evacuate the Citadel, using all availible Cover if possible."

"What are you, fiend!" I yelled, swinging my sword.

"I am Avina, and allow me to be your guide to the Citadel." Said the strange light, it's shape human...but different, like the Eldar. I heard screams, and turned as a pair of strange birdlike Xeno with reptillian-avian type features skidded to a halt. One's mouth gaped in horror. "We're screwed!" It shouted.

"HALT, XENO!" I bellowed through my suit's speakers. The Hologram spoke.

"Avina must remind all citi-" CRASH! – Went the Console, my Sword buried in it.

"W-What are you?" Asked the other Xeno.

"I am Primarch Varel of the Bronze Spears. What is your Species, Xeno?" I asked, confused at who wouldn't know of a Space Marine when they saw one.

"You... You gotta help us, Robots! Evil Robots! They-" He never finished. A bullet pierced his head, and I rushed forward to shield the other. Holstering my Sword, I drew an Assault Cannon i'd somehow stowed on my back. Bolt shells exploded like grenades against some sort of barrier – which lasted only seconds before the fiend was dead. "The Machine that thinks is the Machine that murders!" I shouted, the Xeno cowering behind me. "FIND A WEAPON!" I shouted through my vox, ensuring the man heard me. He rushed into a compound near me and came out with some form of Autogun. It spat rounds downrange. Two seconds later, the rest were dead. I hung my shield on my side.

"What is your name, Xeno?" I asked, looking at him. "T..Turok!" He said, folding up the gun and shoving it into a cargo pocket. "What species are you under that thing?" He asked

"Human." I said. He gave me what passed for an incredulous look.

"You? A Human? Since when did ANYONE have stuff like what you're wearing?" Asked the Alien, questioning.

"I suspect, after my trip through the Warp, I am not where I belong. "

"Well, it certainly seems so. You look like the saving the world type, figure you could deal with the massive ship that showed up awhile ago?" Asked the Alien, pointing up. I bent back, staring at the sky. It crackled with Energy, dark like the power that Magnus had once suggested to me. I hissed a curse.

"Where is the way up?" I asked, flexing.

"Through that elevator!" He said, pointing.

"I shall destroy this foul abomination. Perhaps through this I might find a purpose in this accident." I said, stomping off. The man ran for an exit to the burning gardens. I thumbed the button, and a elevator flew down to meet me. It shot up, only to quit abruptly. I looked up at the creature being pounded by dozens of tiny ships. I notice the glass cracked before me, and jumped out into the void. Spinning, I angled myself towards the squidlike creature. I collided with it moments later, searing rounds having flew past me among other things on my descent. I increased speed as I approached, and... CRAAASH!, and the hull spat out massive amounts of atmosphere as I hit the ground full-on, speed buffeted by the rush of air. I attached my boots, and heard a whisper in my head. I bellowed a cry. "YOU SHALL NOT CORRUPT ME, FIEND OF CHAOS!" I shouted, stomping off towards the construct's center. Robotic creatures like the ones before tried to stop me, and I cut them down with ease. I reached a massive room, with dozens of machines, and waded in. My cannon spun like a merry-go-round on steroids, as one of my later companions would put it.

I saw a massive, blue core eminating from the center of the Chaos ship. I heard a voice yell at me from the very core. "FOOL! YOU CANNOT STOP THE CYCLE! WE SHALL HARVEST AS WE ALWAYS HAVE!" Screamed the creature. All of the sudden, the core locked open, and turned red. "NO! NOOO! DAMN THAT SHEPARD! I SHALL FEAST ON HIM WHEN THE FLEET MAKES ME ANEW!"

I primed a Melta-Bomb, set it on a 2-minute fuse, and ran. I hit the thrusters and flew out the way I came as the bomb exploded. A fast ship, no bigger than a torpedo, fired a killing shot through the ship, breaking it apart. I flew for the tip of the tower I had been heading towards. The windows shattered, and I landed in an Atrium, three people stood inside, awestruck at what'd happened. The lead one in a red-striped suit of armor drew his pistol and said. "Hi, i'm Commander Shepard, and you better tell me who the fuck you are!"

A/N: OLY SHITE! I FINISHED A STORY! R/R and maybe I'll keep going. Probably Uber-short like everything else in my documents, but whatever.