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Emperor: Out of Control

Chapter 2

Archanfel's POV:

Attention, all astropaths and attendants ...

This is your Emperor speaking !

You are to report back to your routine duties !

There shall be no sacrificing today !

Yes, you are free to go !

I said, YOU ARE FREE TO GO !

No wait, all technical personnel … I mean, techpriests, and all astropaths standing within the entire Entrance Corridor are to report to the Throne Room now. You know who you are ! I see your every movement, and hear your every thought. Delaius, stop praying to that mural ! The rest of you ! Stop murmuring and move it ! Don't worry about the guards.

Now where were we, Valdor ?

Ah, yes, you were telling about the events that have transpired in my absence.

Hm, what is it ?

Ah, let me see. You were wondering if I am actually an Eldar ? I do look like one do I not ? Be at ease, I am the same person you knew 10000 years ago. Back then I was already aged, and I had altered my natural appearance through several means. It seems that the Bio-Boost has reversed those changes and restored my physique to an even more youthful condition. If you have seen me from 40000 years ago, you probably won't be surprised by the way I look now. It … is the same, even the hair, the eyes, … ha ! the ears ! no wonder you were suspicious. Hmm … I am a little bit too … frail for comfort, but nothing to worry about.

You are right, I should probably disguise myself. They are not ready to see my true face yet.

Good idea !

( Sigh ) Just when I thought I am finally rid of this thing, it seems I have to wear this infernal device for a while longer. Can you unplug those cables for me ? Yes, those on the other side as well. Thank you. Don't worry, I won't explode.

While I am at it, I might as well broadcast.

Attention all Navigators of the Imperium. By order of the … ( who's in charge now, Valdor ? ah, of course … ) … by order of the Adeptus Terra, you are to temporarily cease all non-essential inter-sector space flights until further notice. If you are in the middle of such a flight you are to exit the Warp and settle down peacefully at the nearest habitable world. ( Though if you really are in the Warp right now, it's probably too late. ) If you definitely must travel, bring as many Daemonhunters with you as you can. The astronomican is being powered down for maintainance purposes. The Warp is no longer safe. We are sorry for any inconvenience caused.

Please relay this message to any nearby psyker as well as your affiliated commanders, admirals and captains.

To add authority to your words, your powers of prophecy are now enhanced. Use them well.

( Chant … )

Hhuhhh … that was … easier than I expected. I wonder how many Navigators actually received that message. Remind me to visit the Navis Nobilite later to make sure. I'm also curious as to what the current Paternova looks like. We have conversed many times on the astral plane, but I have yet to meet him in person ( seeing as how I've been sitting immobile in one spot for 10000 years ).

Don't worry … broadcasting that message did take a lot from me, but it was nothing compared to what I've been doing with the Astronomican. As to boosting the Navigators' powers ? Well, if they believe, they can. That's how the Warp works. Hahaha.

Ah, of course, nowadays, with Chaos rampaging across the galaxy, it's not as simple as it was in the past. That's one problem we'll be working to dissolve … in due time. For now, we pray that the Daemonhunters are still up to the task.

Indeed, from what you have told me, the way the Inquisition is divisioned nowadays can be counterproductive at times. I foresee heavy casualties along the border worlds, as we cope with the waves of instability caused by my rebirth, but after that there will be a time of restructuring, as people realize what needs to be changed and act on it, and this time I will be there to guide them to the right path … the Golden Path.

And to embark on this Path, we must open the Gates to a new Way … a new Web of Ways, a whole new universe of possibilities, previously unexplored by Man.

…

Just nice. Everyone is gathered. The Custodians are here too. Thank you.

( Now where are my beloved daughters the Sisters of Silence ? I cannot reach them with my mind. No telepath can. How ironic that for the very same reason that protects them from the influence of daemons, I am unable to call on their assistance now. Very well, at least their traditions have survived. That much I gather from the hints that I have glimpsed through the Warp. There will be time to find them later. )

Now … we can finish what we started 10 millenia ago.

Valdor's POV

For the whole day ( or what seemed like a day, it was hard to tell time within the walls of the Imperial Palace. It could have been several days … ), the Techpriests and Astropaths worked, guided by Father's psychic voice. My brothers and I lent our hands with the heavier duties. For even more colossal feats of strength, we sent for and modified the war machines guarding the Palace ( much to the chagrin of the conservative Techpriests … ). Eventually, I noticed figures in shining white power armour working amongst us as well.

At first, they were all unable to believe ( as I was initially ) that the man seated in the Golden Throne was now alive and had regained the use of his limbs. Equally astonishing to them, was the realization that situated right inside the Throne Room was a massive piece of ancient technology unsanctioned by the Adeptus Mechanicus.

With a bit of persuasion from Father, they overcame their shock and misgivings, and set to work reviving the Webway Gate of Terra.

Millenia old conduits were disentangled and realigned. New modules were fetched to replace those that had broken down from generations of disrepair. Collapsed walls and platforms were rebuilt or redesigned as per Father's instructions. I was here once when the Gate was first constructed, and seeing it gradually take shape again was nostalgic in a way.

There was one amusing difference between then and now. To ease their minds, Father allowed the Techpriests to chant their prayers and conduct their rituals "to appease the machine spirits" while they set about their assigned tasks.

When we finished, the layout of the Throne Room had changed ( or rather, was restored ) dramatically. An impressive spectacle, especially the towering Gate in the centre, with all manner of giant cables and beams radiating and crisscrossing out towards the far walls, like Sol as depicted in the stone carvings of some primitive cultures. While the Techpriests gazed upon their handiwork with satisfaction, the Daemonhunters commenced with the rituals necessary in setting up anti-daemonic wards. My fellow Custodians and I looked towards Father expectantly.

Now the astropaths, led by Father, stood still at regular positions around the Gate, into which they concentrated the power of their minds.

Various lights flickered to life in the darkness of the Throne Room. A shimmering water-like surface coalesced into existence within the Gate, now resembling even more the Sun amidst a sea of stars.

"All personnel with no experience of fighting daemons, flee the Throne Room, NOW !" Father commanded.

His appearance had now changed. He was wreathed in an almost blinding aura, the same light I saw when he first put on the living armour. The latter now re-appeared, and molded itself around the contours of his body. Dark gold in colour, with black etchings, and biomechanical in texture. A cross between the majesty of Father's old power armour, and the elegance of Eldar war-suits. Long white quills flowed out behind him in an ethereal manner from his head, back and shoulders, some reaching twice his body length, like the remiges of the mythical Birds of Paradise.

He pointed the tip of his palm towards the Gate. A beam of white light shot forth from the tips of his fingers, like a high-powered las-cannon beam, and incinerated the first pack of Bloodletters just as they jumped into view through the portal. The Grey Knights intensified their chants, and raised their halberds in combat as several packs of Bloodletters materialized at random locations within the Throne Room.

Balls of multicoloured flame shot out from various directions towards Father. They were stopped and dissipated by a transparent golden barrier which covered him ( and some of us standing close to him ) like a dome. He staggered a bit from the force of the attacks, but was unharmed. He crossed his arms before his chest and swung them outward. From this gesture, arcs of light expanded rapidly outwards like the shockwaves from a small nova, and sliced through the next wave of daemons just as their grotesque, amorphous bodies drifted into view. Most of them were cut in half and evaporated back into the Warp.

Meanwhile, my brothers and I, high-kneeling in line between Father and the Gate, Guardian Spears in hand, shot and cut down those Horrors which had escaped Father's initial judgement.

Eventually, more waves of daemons flooded into the material realm through the break in Space and Time caused by the Gate, and the Throne Room seemed awash with Chaos.

Through this we prevailed, for Father's presence and guiding light inspired a vigour in us which we had not experienced since the Great Crusades, and seemed to reverse any wounds that the wicked warp entities inflicted on us.

Finally, the Daemonhunters somehow managed to finish their rituals, banishing all remaining daemons into oblivion.

"Onward, my children, to the Unknown !"

Steadily, cautiously, ( and at least in my case, with contained excitement ), we walked forward and stepped through the shimmering portal.