Author's notes: This fiction is set around chapter 37 of the manga, right after the Japanese bomb the Saderan Senate building with F-4 Phantoms. In the original canon series, a Japanese soldier had just beaten the Crown Prince of the Empire nearly to death in the throne room over a single enslaved Japanese citizen and then bombed the Imperial Senate as a show of force. The manga also mentions that there is a G8 meeting where Japan intended to reject the other earth powers' demands for access to the fantasy world gate. In other words the situation is FUBAR.

I can't put images in , so please check out the story thread at the spacebattles . c o m forums.

As a further note, this story takes place in Warhammer 40k's 8th edition setting with all that implies (i.e. Guilliman's return, the Great Rift, Cadia destroyed, Primaris Marines, Tau empire rising, etc).

Synopsis: Ten years before the Saderan Empire opened the gate in Ginza, starships from the Imperium of Man and the Tau Empire crash landed on the planet of Falmart. The two groups of marooned survivors continued their genocidal war, thousands of light-years away from help and continents away from the Saderan Empire. But now these shipwrecked soldiers hear of a gate on the other side of the world, a gate that allows travel between worlds. Conflict is inevitable.

~I~

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I am Magos-Artisan Veran Tytos, former apprentice of Magos-Dominus Tybalt Serkono of the Forge World Ryza and chief Mechanicus Liason aboard the Mars-class battlecruiser INS Domitable. I write this log, in hope that other followers of the Emperor-Omnissiah will find this and enter our names in the records as faithful servants of Mars and Terra.

We, the crew and passengers of the INS Indomitable, have been marooned here for on this planet, Falmart, for over a decade in standard Terran years. Yet it has not all been in vain. Already we have converted many primitive humans and abhumans in the jungles and mountains of this continent to the service of the Imperium. It brings me warm reminisces of my three decades of service in the uplift missions in the Missionaria Galaxia as a youth as we spread the glories of the Emperor-Omnissiah in all his aspects.

The Magos-Logis and Strategos-Savants project that within three generations, our forces will have the industrial development and population to overwhelm the fallen marooned Tau forces and their allies on the other side of the continent. I will revel in their extermination for crippling the Indomitable and stranding us so far from civilized space.

Yet I write not about the righteous extermination of yet another Xenos minor race or the conquest of this world. Our spies and scouts on the other super-continent of this world, across the ocean, have discovered an artefact that could change everything. It is an interplanetary teleportation gate; it is the only method we have to contact the greater Imperium. We must seize it, divine its secrets, and deliver it upon the Lord Regent Guilliman.

I am to depart on the morrow aboard an Overlord gunship. May the Emperor-Omnissiah bless my journey.

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~I~

The Imperial Capital of Sadera was ablaze with rumors. The savage Japanese warrior woman who had beaten the hated Crown Prince Zorzal within an inch of his life in the Imperial throne room. The gods punishing the Emperor for his arrogance by shaking the earth and destroying the Imperial Senate chamber.

By the end of the month, all those rumors would pale before the realization of the powers that lurked in the unexplored continents of the world.

"Setting us down now" the Overlord gunship's pilot called out over the internal vox systems as the two hundred fifty ton super-heavy flier descended upon the primitive city upon raging jets of fire like the great dragons that plagued this planet. Two ventral transport bays capable of holding half a company of Astartes in total, slid open with a pneumatic hiss.

The crowds of onlookers and city guards collectively gasped as the passengers emerged. A trio of hulking Space Marines, followed by the metallic bulk of Magos Tytos and a platoon of Imperial Guardsmen arrayed themselves in parade formation in front of the ruins Saderan senate building, still smoldering after the Japanese aerial attack.

The leading warrior, a Primaris marine in the cobalt and gold livery of the Ultramarines unsealed his scowling helm, revealing a set of aqua blue eyes and a broad, patrician face akin to a lesser shade of his noble Primarch.

"I am brother-lieutenant Cordus of the Ultramarines and I bid you greeting in the name of the Golden Throne of Terra." He said in perfect Saderan common.

In the distance, men and women in the mottled green fatigues of the Japanese Self Defense Force struggled gaped like fish out of water as they struggled to formulate some sort of coherent report to give to their commanders.