Am I dead? These are the first thoughts that come to my mind as I wake up in what can only be described as the afterlife. The ground beneath my feet are white, and nothingness stretches as far as the eye can see.

I am clad in civilian robes. Another sign of my death? A moment ago I had been purging traitors with my blades. I remember a white flash... and now I'm here.

Suddenly I hear a voice from behind me. "Welcome, my son."

I spin around, and find myself in the presence of none other than the Emperor Himself! Immediately I fall facedown onto the floor in reverence. "My Lord!"

"Rise, my good and faithful servant."

I dutifully do so, still trembling slightly. While I do not believe the Emperor to be a god, I believe he is the first among men, the epitome of mankind and the greatest hope for our future.

"Come, let us take a walk." he gestures for me to come closer.

As we walk, I notice rumblings and flashes of lightning in the distance. While I am curious, I dare not ask.

Somehow he notices my wonderings. "Aah, you are curious on where we are. We are in the Immaterium. Quickly, for time is of the essence. I must not vacate my duties for long. Already many have fallen without my guidance."

As we continue to walk, I notice openings, little windows that seem to lead to somewhere. Again, I dare not ask him anything.

He stops. "My son, what is your understanding of the Immaterium?"

Still getting over the shock of meeting the Great One Himself, I find myself stuttering in speech. I curse myself. Why has weakness overtaken me at this most holy moment? "It, it is the underlying dimension of pure psychic energy, Father. It is the source of all psychic energy and is the home of the cursed Ruinous Powers."

He nods. "Close, but not quite." He points to the strange windows I noticed before. "Look inside, my son."

I look closer, and find myself staring at a galaxy. Then, the perspective changes to a view of a planet. Then it shifts into a city, a primitive city of stone and brick.

"What is this, Lord?"

"This, child, is an alternate universe. There are an multitude of other universes besides our own, where Mankind has taken a different path. Some are in the past, so to speak. Some are vastly in the future. There are many, but not an infinite amount. But they are all connected by the Immaterium." He looks at me, fire burning in his eyes. "But the Ruinous Powers were born in ours. At first, not even they were aware of these other universes. But slowly, they came to the understanding. We are not alone."

The implications of this stagger me. We are not... alone? Are there other universes with no Emperor? No Imperium? Impossible. And yet, here I am, in the presense of the Emperor himself, looking at another universe.

"And slowly, Chaos has begun spreading its tendrils out. I have been able to keep them at bay, within our galaxy. But I fear that will not be enough. Eventually they will break through and will engulf these other worlds, tearing them apart until they have completely fallen to the Ruinous Powers. For millenia upon millenia I have fought them to prevent them from their heinous goals. But every year, every month, every day they come closer and closer to penetrating my defenses and flooding into the other words." He stares deeply into my eyes. I want to look away, but I know I must not. "Son, have you ever noticed anything different about yourself? Your physique, your intelligence?"

I think. I have always been one of the better warriors in the Black Guard, and my tactical abilities have always been praised by Chapter Master Cain. Slowly I nod my head.

"That is because you are not a Son of Corax."

I almost fall back. Not a Son of Corax? Preposturous. Then why would I have been a part of the Black Guard?

"No, you are not a Son of Corax. You are my son."

This time, I do fall back. Son of the Emperor? Is the universe playing a joke upon me? Perhaps all this is a Chaos manipulation attempting to turn me traitor.

The Emperor chuckles. "Fear not, my son. This is no vile scheme of Chaos. No, it is true. You are my last and best creation. You are the last Primarch."

Thoughts race through my head. The son of the Emperor? The 21st Primarch? Me?

"You have been created for this day, this hour, this moment. You contain not the gene-seed of Corax, but the gene-seed of me. You are humanity's secret weapon, humanity's last hope. Do you not understand? The Imperium is dying. Every day the forces of the xeno, of the heretic and of Chaos push us further back. There's a storm coming, my son, and when it hits, the Imperium will fall. Mankind will fall. The High Lords of Terra are blind to the coming threat. Corruption rages throughout the Imperium. No, Mankind will not save itself. Mankind always looks for a savior, a messiah. For a short time, I was that savior. But my time here is almost complete. Mankind needs a new savior. Mankind needs you."

I am speechless. For the first time in my life, I am speechless. Utterly, completely speechless. I cannot even begin to comprehend the enormity of what He has just told me. He had just told me I am the next Emperor. Of Mankind.

He chuckles again. "I figured you would react as much. But you must accept this great responsibility." He sweeps his hand. "Of all these worlds, one particular world is in most danger. Humanity is in its rightful place as the dominant species of the world. But the Ruinous Powers have begun converging upon it, and will overwhelm it. The world is not accustomed to full, total war. I foresee that they will face such war in the future. But as of right now, they are naive and foolish. You must shine onto them the light and show them the path. You must save them from themselves, and then come back and save the Imperium. It is unfortunate, but you must use force, perhaps an excessive amount of force to turn them from the path of self destruction. And after you have completed your mission, you must return. And you must take up my mantle and become the new savior, the new leader of Mankind."

I have still not yet fully comphrehended my new responsibility. I am... to save the universe? And then save another one? But before I can complete my thoughts the Emperor gestures for me to come. I dutifully obey. He waves his hand and a white doorway appears. Beyond is only stars.

"Step forward, my son. A heavy burdon has just been placed onto you. All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to you. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, even to the very end of the age."

I stepped forward into the doorway, and I was engulfed with a white flash, then darkness.

So I just came up with this idea in bed and so I woke up at 3 AM to write this... then my damn internet broke so I couldn't publish until today. Anyways, this'll be basically this Space Marine/New Emperor kicking everyone's asses in the Star Wars universe. Sounds good? Okay. So, a few review questions (yay)! 1: Name of this Space Marine? I'm thinking of Nicator something, since Nicator means "conquerer". Any suggestions? And if this idea seems too heretical I'll take it down :P (AKA if nobody likes it I'll delete it and silently weep in the corner). So 2: What SW era should he go into? and 3: What God-powers should I give him? Thanks! And make sure to check out my other two stories, No Rest for the Wicked and Mercy is for the Weak, SC/Halo and HP/SW crossovers respectively. Both have similar ideas to this one. So, anyways, please R&R, and yeah. Bye!