AN: Hello readers. I have come across some good ideas in this week and I am attempting to implement those now that I have some time to write.
Well then sit back and enjoy.
Chapter 1: 1337th Crow Guard
Holy Terra, Golden Throne.
"And pray to tell me, what is such a big problem that it requires the presence of your kind." Emperor's thick distaste of present company could almost be cut with chainsword.
"For you to fully understand the gravity of situation I need to bring forth the history of chaos and all seven aspects of it." Tzeench's voice could be only described as a screech of some carrion bird.
"Yes. There are seven aspects. I am Pride, Nurgle is Gluttony, Khorne represents Wrath an Slaneesh is personification of Lust. There are three more." Seems like chaos prince of change was almost reluctant to part with that information.
"Cthulhu the Sloth, Nyarlathotep tied to Envy and finally Catillatio of Greed." Truth to be said that part of monologue captivated the rest of the gathering.
"Cthulhu sleeps in his plane of R'yeleth, he is dead and yet still leaves almost like you." Tzeench's barb seemed to make God Emperor uncomfortable.
"As for Nyarlathotep he is away in other galaxy, unable to stand our presence and power. One could say he was green with envy." Alas prince's of change crude humor was left without appreciation.
"And that leaves us with Catillatio, he is or rather was imprisoned in a place of complete solitude, Blank Citadel if I remember correctly. What he was imprisoned for? Well let's just say he laid his hands on our possessions without intent of relinquishing them." Tzeench's beak twisted into a caricature of frown as he continued his explanation.
"You felt the energy waves just a while ago? That was his energy. Even after more then twelve millennia I still remember his sordid presence."
"How he escaped? He is personification of greed, so my guess is every single time you denied a planet to your enemies by exterminatus he got massive boost in souls and power. After all he was known in denying his enemies what he could not have." All gods and psykers present paused to evaluate their situation. Most saw an opportunity to one up four chaos princes or humble them with their old rival. Some saw a dangerous opponent and finally one Farseer came upon the idea of salvation for her people.
"I shall do nothing until he tries to strike at me, as far as I see he has for more reason to seek revenge upon the four of you." Anathema of chaos has spoken with barely visible smirk already calculating the profits his empire will reap from chaos civil war.
"You upstarts always amuse my kind, your machinations are imperfect and almost always blow terribly in your faces. It is your problem not mine." That was general consensus from C'tan.
"THIS WILL BE RIGHT PROPER WAAAGH FOR ME BOYS! I NO NEED YOUR CHAOS BOYS PUSSFOOTIN IN NICE FIGHT!" Any hope of assistance from orkish patrons melted like snow in heat.
"For the Greater Good we will not ally with you. I shall not allow my people to fall into your manipulative claws." Tau were next to reject any ideas of alliance with ruinous powers.
"My people have already once fallen to your treachery, we will wait when he weakens you and then our brethren shall be free from your vile grasp." And so the Eldar turned their backs on chaos unspoken offer.
On by one gods and mortals left Emperor's pocket dimension, last four unwelcome visitors were forcefully ejected deep into the Warp. All four of them seething at their rivals rejection. Realization of great threat to their monopoly over Warp forced them to unite in the face of common enemy. One that quite possibly I more powerful then all of them put together. But what could they expect of an entity that gorged itself on billions upon billions of souls throughout the millennia.
Pavonian Heartlands, Kronus , Ultima Segmentum.
Black ball of light crash landed in the middle of lush green grass next to lake. Grey prefabricated structures that belonged to imperial guard could be seen on the other side of the nameless lake. It were the first hours of the dusk and multi colored falling starts could be observed streaking towards the surface of the planet.
"Well that was one hell of a ride" Muttered Blackwell as he dusted himself from rough landing. Once he spotted the imperial outpost his destination was decided.
15 minutes later he knew that the outpost was desolated, laser fire and bolter holes marred the grey walls of guardsmen headquaters, the barracks were missing a southern wall and most turrets were in various state of disrepair. All in all the outpost was abandoned in the aftermath of, if Mike was right, a chaos raid.
"You have successfully acquired your first base of operations. Here you can construct your vehicles and train your troops. Army customization option unlocked. Remaining Army Visual Points: 20, remaining Army Skill Points: 10. AVP to ASP exchange rate is 2 to1." The voice of tutorial was welcome help for beginning commander.
"To begin customization process please enter faction headquaters an use main terminal. Waypoint added." Green arrow appeared above Imperial main building, distance and elevation figures were include in waypoint information. Blackwell thought it would be mighty helpful for future artillery barrages.
Once he found dust console, Michael put his hands on the interface keyboard paying no heed to his lack of knowledge pertaining High Gothic language. His hands worked by themselves accessing plasma generators, turning them back online, establishing black hat connection to orbiting fleet an getting real time display of region he was currently residing in. Finally he accessed troop deployment menu and his gaze fell upon standard imperial guardsman. Epitome of average. Statistics. Type of weapon. Armor quality. Troops available in total an etcetera.
"Now that's not going to work at all. Those guys might be cheap but calling them cannon fodder is just an insult to cannon fodder as they are now." Sighed Blackwell as he browsed through all statistics. Seems like he could only deploy three squads of guardsmen 9 men each. Hardly a noticeable force in any conflict.
"That wont do at all, it's no wonder these guys get their asses handed to them in almost all fights. Time to improve my infantry." With that said new commander pressed modify option on the console and went through the same process as when he was creating the body he is now on control of. He let his mind create the visual appearance he desire for his soldiers to have and his body started to unconsciously input commands necessary to change it.
The end result were men in thick black combat vests lined with multitude of pockets for ammunition and other utilities. Black and olive BDUs reminiscent of his own, ilve knee, shin and elbow guards and black tactical backpack. Tan hood covered metallic black helmet and grey Hammer facemask. Tan outline of a beak was painted on the mask and black and blue optic sensors in eye space, left optical sensor was blue and shaped in horizontal rectangle, right was circle with blue outline and red center.
As far as weaponry was concerned. Blackwell used a rifle from first F.E.A.R game. G2A2 Rakow, modified to use gauss technology, basically it almost elevated it to the level of a bolter. Anyway it was better then standard issue laser rifle most guardsmen were carrying, but not quite the space marine cheapest bolter. Something in between. Aside from that he gave them single shot railgun handgun as sidearm an available additional weapons that require requisition and power. Those additional weapons were Coil Sniper rifle which worked like a railgun only on much greater distances and cost 50 units of energy apiece. Underbarrel 40mm Grenade launcher with three types of grenades, EMP against armor, incendiary for light armore targets and high explosive for dealing with buildings.
Lastly he added a squad leader with 'Suppressive fire" ability which instantly slowed enemy to crawl and imposed great penalties on their accuracy. The second skill is "Entrench position" which made squad start digging foxholes and trenches in which they were impervious to suppress effect and gained bonus morale. Squad leader could be distinguished among other troops by lack of hood and helmet, instead h got grey boonie hat.
All of his units and building got a scorpion emblem he had designed and white 1337 number.
"This ump needs renovation. Spawn three techpriests and three full squads of Crow Guard Guardsmen." The computer acknowledged his orders and hummed working. Big green 'COMPLETE; information appeared in next 5 minutes. Blackwell nodded to himself and walked outside the building to organize his troops.
"Ready for your orders sir." Chorus of voices welcomed his appearance among his murder of crows.
Here is the second part; it is slowly moving forward and in next chapter I hope to introduce some fighting.
Anyway Relax, Read and Review
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