Ranma 1/2 & Warhammer 40K Crossover Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½ or Warhammer 40,000. All characters used belong to their respective parties. Ranma ½ belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Warhammer 40,000 belongs to Games Workshop. This piece of fanfiction was created solely for entertainment purpose only.
The Forgotten Primarch of Chaos
By Montymouse
Chapter One - Guardian Angel
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"Thought Begets Heresy; Heresy Begets Retribution"
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Timeline: 41st Millennium, far into the future . . .
Somewhere deep in the Eastern Fringe of the Imperium, beyond the scope of Astronomican is uncharted territory unclaimed or undiscovered by the Imperial forces. Empty space and stars was the only thing you could see in this vast region of space, aside from a few space dust clouds and asteroid fields that littered this region of space. Most of the planets that reside in this region are dead worlds although some of the planets have populations which are feral or barbarous. There were some signs on some of the worlds that suggested a once advanced civilisation and culture long forgotten most likely due to interstellar conflict, disaster or simply complete isolation from fierce warp storms. Other worlds are just merely bases to strike the Imperial planets in pirate raids. There wasn't much activity happening in this region of space due to the low priority status. The worlds occupying the sector were either too inhospitable or have very little worth or just merely dead worlds. The only forces that actually venture this far into the remote sector were mainly traitors, fugitives escaping from the watchful eye of the Imperial forces or rogue psykers on the run from the Inquisition. Some alien races like Eldar Pirates operate in nearby asteroid fields, using webways paths to conceal their operations.
In a nearby asteroid field, you could just make out a ship floating through space, operating on minimal power which suggests that ship was trying to avoid detection from its mysterious pursuers. The actual ship was a heavily modified Cobra Class Destroyer bearing the similarities to the pre Horus Heresy colour scheme used by the Dark Angels Space Marine Legion. Looking at the current state of the Cobra Destroyer, it seemed it had taken quite a beating from whatever it been through lately. The modification made on the ship predates to the Dark Ages of Technology. Some of the technologic modifications made to the fast strike ship would be highly sought after and valuable to the Adeptus Mechanicus. Modifications such as the advance detection sensors and thrusters were thought to be lost or to even exist. The meant that the destroyer could outrun most ship in the Imperial and Adeptus Astartes Fleet roster or avoid detection before the enemy knew where they were. Against a Capital Class ship, the Cobra Destroyer would stand no chance bur against smaller ships or escorts it could prove to be a worthy and dangerous foe.
As the Cobra Class Destroyer hid amongst the large asteroids, emergence repairs were being conducted but due to the small crew onboard the ship, all hands were on damage control and restore power to the forward void shields. In fact without the brave efforts from the ship's crew and quick action from Captain, the ship would have torn itself into pieces as it had suffered heavy damage ranging from total shield failure to major bulkhead damage. Additionally to the damage, there was a particularly large gash torn across its forward bow. Fortunately due to the quick thinking from the Captain, they managed to lock down the relevant compartments down in time otherwise most of the crew would have been sucked out in the cold vacuum of space.
Their pursuers were the ones responsible for the damage inflicted on them were the ships from the Dark Angels Chapter. Fortunately for the Cobra Destroyer, they had successfully disengaged during the skirmish and were now just hiding n the Asteroid field hoping the magnetic fields would distort Dark Angel long range sensors. A few hours ago, they managed to restore temporary power to forwards shield in order to avoid further damage to the hull as makeshift repair were made.
In one of the remaining sealed compartments stood a tall, hooded robed man, his stature was impressive and easily those of the Space Marines of the Adeptus Astartes. His thoughts as dark as the night as he removed and placed on nearby table his master crafted plasma and bolt pistol along with a modified C'Tan Phase Sword, a relic he found on a backwater world. He then proceeded to unhook the power pack strapped to his back, letting it fall on the metal floor with a thud. He turned off his vox communicator, refusing to contact or listen to anyone.
The enigmatic man reached out and pulled back his hood, revealing his feature for the first time. He was quite handsome, with short pitch black hair, and dark blue eyes which behind them lurked the intellect, wisdom and intelligence of a battle harden warrior. A deep scar ran across his left cheek attest to his years of battle experience. Physically, the man was in excellent condition, but there seemed to be something calculating and emotionless about him, a common characteristic only to be found in the warriors of the Dark Angels Chapter. Further evidence linking him to this specific chapter he was once a former Space Marine was that beneath his white robes, you could just see the hint of dark green colour pre-heresy power armour. Attracted just behind him across his waist was a sheathed beautiful crafted Powersword with a golden insignia of a roaring Lion's head on the end of the pommel. He would always be seen carrying the blade, never leaving it out of his sights. Strangely enough, no one had ever seen him use or unsheathed the sword in battle which led to some significant theories regarding the sword within the inner circles of the Dark Angels and the Inquisition.
In the past, the man had once been in the service of the almighty Emperor of Mankind, under the command of Primarch of the Dark Angels, Lion El' Jonson. He had proudly fought in the name with unquestionable loyalty and commitments during the Great Crusade. Once a former Dark Angels champion, he held the rank of Captain and commanded hundreds of the Emperor's finest before Horus Heresy. Today, he was now an outcast, a fugitive in the eyes of the Imperium and branded one of the Fallen, cursed to wander through time and space, never able to return to his homeworld. He former battle brothers now hunt him down in attempt for redemption for the treasonous act by Luther. Having no master to follow, the man now wanders the void but he wasn't alone for you see, many of the Fallen Dark Angels have joined him, viewing him as the last hope in otherwise pointless life. Always seeking him out wherever he goes, knowing where he would be whilst his pursuer could not still remains a mystery.
The enigmatic man pulled out a metal chair and sat down as he started to view the stack of data slates and hololithic cubes on the table, reading the battle and intelligence reports from the recent planetary incursion. The man closed his eyes, bringing the events from his memory.
"Alpha Legion," he muttered. "Once a traitor, always a traitor, there is no honour amongst them now."
The man opened his eyes and looked down and saw the reports from the field and noted that they recorded everything into account. A slight chuckle escaped from his lips as he should have known better than to trust them, but it was the means to achieve his objectives.
"Heh, that the last time, I'm working with those traitorous back stabbing bastards," he said, slamming his fist down on the metal table causing the stack of files to go everywhere, almost breaking the table into two.
"Four Fallen dead, two captured by the Dark Angels . . . hmm . . . they should be on route to the Tower of Angels by now. Damn their souls." he whispered under his breath, regaining his cool composure again.
He then lay back against the chair and recalled the events in the past thirty six hours in which he narrowly avoided capture by his former battle brothers . . . the Dark Angels Ravenwing Company. His involvement and eventually consequences came as he had predicted when dealing with his clients.
He was asked by the small Alpha Legion Fraction Commander, Chaos Lord M'Jarka to assist them in recovering an ancient relic hidden on the surface of a death world class planet in the Inarze system and in return would be richly rewarded for his efforts. Now to him . . . he couldn't trust the bastead as far as he could throw him, but the relic did intrigue him greatly if it was true, his curiosity eventually gave in to his sense of paranoia and distrust. It should have been a simple search and recovery mission but in galaxy where nothing was ever simple, there was complication that M'Jarka failed to mention to him . . . Azrael.
Supreme Grand Master of the Dark Angels Chapter, Commander Azrael was well aware of his current whereabouts. His determination to capture the most elusive of all the Fallen Angels was so great that he taken command of the operation by personally leading the second company known as Ravenwing. Arriving in the system a few days before the others, Azrael put in motion his plan of action to capture him, using one of the moons that orbits the death world from detection, the Ravenwing waited for their opportunity. Allowing them to make planet fall on the world, Azrael led the assault, their mission to capture the Fallen Angel one-zero-zero. As soon as the Alpha Legion sighted the Chapter Fleet of the Dark Angels emerging from the moon's shadow, Chaos Lord decided that it time to leave as soon as possible, as soon as he had recovered the ancient relic.
Flashback
His first suspicions had been right. M'Jarka had double crossed him.
He was able to recover the ancient relic from an old disused underground complex. The actual relic itself was actually made up of three thin metallic discs which to anyone would dismiss them as rubbish but not him. He knew what they were and recognised the true value of these discs. He knew that these disks contained something so rare and valuable that entire civilisations were wiped out just for the possession of these three small disks. Within the metallic disks held the ancient STC, Standard Template Construction application programs. The STC contained the blueprint designs used by earlier pioneers from basic survival equipment to forgotten advance weaponry and equipment. Carefully placing them away in a small metallic cube, he managed to escape the traps and pitfalls out of the complex and was on his way out, he happened to notice something lurking near the exit. It was Chaos Lord M'Jarka and his personal retinue of Bodyguards.
As soon as he locked eyes with M'Jarka, hearing bark orders and see the bodyguards raise their weapons. He dropped to the floor as bolt shells blasted through the narrow corridor, popping chunks of rock concrete.
"Damn," he thought as he kept his head down as shells peppered around him, shielding his face with his arm, rising to his knees and fire both his guns at them. Most of his shots went wide due to the fire superiority by the Chaos Space Marines as he kept firing.
Then suddenly the firing stopped. There was eerie silence as Cypher peered around the corner.
"Cypher!" exclaimed M'Jarka. "Give it to me now! Give me the relic now and I will let you live!"
"Somehow I doubt that," Cypher murmured, taking the brief opportunity to slam in a new load into pistols.
"I don't think so, M'Jarka." Cypher shouted. "What guarantees do I have you won't just kill me after I hand you the relic."
"Don't be a fool, Cypher! Give me the relic now and we can all leave this wretched planet. You have my word." M'Jarka sneered at him.
"Your word means nothing," Cypher replied calmly. "I can wait. My men should be arriving in few moments."
M'Jarka cackled evilly.
"Didn't you know . . . the Dark Angels are already here?"
"You're buffing," Cypher responded.
"Face it, Cypher. You're outnumbered and outgunned. They will be here within the next few moments. Give me the relic now or do you want to die on this backwater planet." M'Jarka gave his ultimatum to the Fallen Angel.
"Damn," Cypher cursed under his breath. Seeing that he had no choice, he tossed the box at M'Jarka feet.
One of his bodyguards moved to pick it up. Cypher immediately fire twice. Searing bolts of incandescent fire slammed straight into the Chaos Space Marine, taking it square in the chest and fell down on the ground, dead and smoking.
M'Jarka looked at the dead warrior before glaring at Cypher.
"That was for the ambush. Now pick it up," Cypher said, gesturing with his plasma pistol.
M'Jarka bent down and picked up the metallic box. His bodyguard shifted around him, forming a defensive line.
"You are far too trusting, Cypher. Do you honestly think I would help you once I have the relic in my hands? Who do you think informed the Dark Angels to this planet?"
Cypher was silent.
"It was I, Chaos Lord M'Jarka who will be your downfall. It's been nice working with you but it seems like our time is up. I do hope we never meet again." M'Jarka cackled eve n more as he and his bodyguard teleported back to their ship.
Cypher climbed out of the corridor and looked ahead at the horizon and saw distant rumble in the distance. Bikes and Landspeeders were heading towards him bearing the colours of the Ravenwing. He was nearly a kilometre away from the pickup spot. An undesignated Rhino transport was heading towards him from opposite direction.
Things were now officially messed up.
End of Flashback
Cypher opened his eyes. He had barely escaped with his life. He still feels the sensation of fiery red pain flared across his abdomen and side. He felt his blood pumped, hot and fast. His vision blurred as he snapped off a couple of shots. Fireflies spun before his eyes. More shouts sounded behind him as he parried a powerful downward blow from his opponent in front of him. At that moment he had thought that his luck had finally ran out as duelled with members of the Ravenwing and Grand Master Azrael.
Cypher remembered vividly, Azrael's glowing power sword bought down on him when suddenly he felt a tingling sensation. Everything slowed, his senses paled as this feeling grew stronger and stronger until there was a bright flash and everything went blank. Last moment image he saw was Azrael's face in sheer astonishment.
He almost blacked out, and struggled to keep himself from slipping into unconsciousness. Next thing he knew, he was standing at the designated pickup spot, as he realised that he had just been teleported away from the battle scene. It couldn't have been a teleportation beam as the Dark Angels had jammed all signatures coming in and out of the area sector.
Cypher rubbed his forehead as he always did wonder who or what it was that would spirit him way at the last moment of danger. His thoughts then turned to the Chaos Lord M'Jarka.
"I wonder if he open box yet?" Cypher thought wistfully.
A cunning smirk appeared on his brooding facial feature as he had anticipated something like this would happen although the appearance of the Dark Angels Chapter was unexpected.
"At least he didn't get these," Cypher then pulled out from his robe, three metallic disks containing the STC programs.
Suddenly without warning just like the time when he was whisked away on the planet's surface, Cypher's vision blurred. He felt his strength faded quicker than the last time as the tingling sensation grew again.
This time he blacked out into unconsciousness.
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Alpha Legion Chaos Cruiser Mayhem . . .
Chaos Lord M'Jarka carefully walked toward the altar, placing the metallic cube on a small stone pillar. M'Jarka grinned gleefully at the potential contained within the box.
"At last, I have the means to destroy the wretched Imperium!" M'Jarka slid back the metallic lid of the box and peer in.
Inside the box was a small detonator connected to some sort of device instead of the three STC disks he had thought them to be. M'Jarka eyes widened in fear as recognised the device that was connected to . . . it was definitely a rare relic of the dark ages of technology . . . valuable and powerful . . . a deadly VORTEX GRENADE.
"What the . . . DAMN YOU CYPHER! DAMN YOUR SOUL TO HELL!!!"
M'Jarka didn't have time to utter another curse as the red light on the detonator suddenly changed to green and an electric charge activated the dormant relic.
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Cypher had no idea how long he had been unconscious.
He woke to the strange sensation of weightlessness. Was he being carried to stand before the divine Emperor and judged? Or might it be his immortal soul was being delivered to be consumed by the denizens of the warp. Somehow he didn't imagine that his final journey would feel this awkward or as painless. Crackling his eyelid and mustering his courage, Cypher noticed someone hanging over him through his bleary gaze but as soon as his focused his vision, the stranger moved away.
Cypher rose to sitting upright position and rubbed his eyes. He realised he was sitting in a large bright lit white room with some sort of white mist roaming the floor, making it difficult to see the actual ground. Hauling himself to his feet, he looked around cautiously for any immediate threats. At that point, he realised the wounds he suffered had miraculously healed.
"This isn't my quarters," whispered Cypher as his hand moved towards his sidearm around his waist.
"That's a new one for me," Cypher realised that both his pistols were missing.
Cypher sighed slightly. "Should have figured that wouldn't let me be armed, never mind, I probably can handle anything that is thrown my way."
'I wonder where I am,' Cypher wondered.
After an uncertain amount of time wandering through the mist, Cypher was getting annoyed. There was no recognisable landmarks or indications to seen, he could have been walking in circle for all he cares. One thing for sure, his natural instincts were telling him, he was being watched very closely. He knew better than himself to trust these instincts as it had saved his sorry ass many times over in his dealings. Unfortunately Cypher was unable locate the general direction of whom or whatever it was that was watching him. It seemed that it didn't want to reveal itself yet so Cypher simply went along with this game of hide and seek feinting ignorance.
Suddenly Cypher stopped as he saw something happening. The white mist slowly dissipated into nothing and scenery changed almost instantaneously.
Cypher was now standing in front of very heavy looking one hundred foot double door gateway. Stood at front of the gateway stood two humanoid figures and it wasn't until Cypher got closer that the mere sight of one of them that his jaw dropped. It wasn't a illusion or the trickery of the mind as his conditioning enable him to see through that nor did he detected any chaos magic which he was well adapt in sensing considering his time near the Eye of Terror.
"It cannot be," Cypher whispered with a hint of surprise.
The man that he recognised immediately was someone almost long forgotten in his long memory. Standing before him was the Primarch of the Dark Angels, Lion El' Jonson. His dark brooding feature and stature in his presence confirmed that it was indeed him. The other man he couldn't identify due to what he was wearing but he had his suspicions. He was dressed in head to toe in white hooded robe and cloak and was fully adorned with golden chains and iconic symbols of the Imperium and Mankind.
"Sire," Cypher immediately got down to one knee and bowed his head low in respect.
A silence descended between the two parties. The silence was deafening. Cypher had no idea how long it had lasted or how long it had taken him to realise that it was over. It could have been just seconds or even minutes as he remained still before the Dark Angels Primarch.
"Fallen Angel One-Zero-Zero, Cypher, former Dark Angels Champion, you may get up arise now." Jonson announced in authority tone, breaking the silence.
"How did you find me?" Cypher asked as he rose to his feet.
"We have been watching you for some time. As for finding you, that wasn't hard, despite keeping a low profile, your reputation has far exceeded your expectation whatever you like or not." Jonson stated firmly. "Explain your reasons for your actions to warrant some of your deeds."
Cypher nodded. "Yes, in my defence, I have my spent my life dedicated to protect the Imperium from the encroachments of the Ruinous powers. I work alone and answer to no one. I sometimes employ Fallen Angels and agents to work towards my agendas. In short, the ends justify the means I employ, no matter what the cost . . . by any means necessary."
"I see . . ." Jonson gazed down at him. Cypher felt his soul being scrutinise under his intense gaze. Still he remained unflinching as he met his gaze directly.
"I know that you do not have the purpose in your existence . . ."
Cypher knew what was coming next like the way a condemned man knows the next thing he will feel will be the full force of the Emperor's judgement on his soul. Jonson felt a hand on his right shoulder and turned his head slightly at the hooded robed man. There was a brief exchange of looks before Jonson nodded slightly.
Jonson then turned to face the Fallen Angel. Cypher braced himself for the final judgement.
"We have a proposal for you, one that will give your direction in your existence. Would you be interested?" Jonson stated.
"What if I refused?" Cypher inquired.
Jonson grinned. "Then your life would end very shortly but I doubt you would refuse our proposal."
"Huh, is that so . . . what is this plan?" Cypher asked.
He was beginning to be a bit wary. There was a chance that it could possible be a trap set by the ruinous powers of Chaos. His paranoia and cynicism kept his sanity in check and he wasn't going to drop his guard even for the Dark Angels Primarch.
"By the holy authority and decree of the Emperor of Mankind, you are assigned to protect someone of significant importance and it is vital that he does not scum to the influence of Chaos. The Chaos Gods are beginning to become aware of." Jonson stated in imposing voice.
"SO . . . let me get this straight, I understand you asking me to baby sit someone?" Cypher repeated in simple terms.
Jonson laughed at Cypher's behaviour. The man standing next to the Dark Angels Primarch remained silent and despite his covered feature, you could sense he was smiling beneath his hood.
"Yes, Cypher, we are asking to protect someone, but this person we are assigning to you is actually . . ." Jonson paused for dramatic effect.
"The Emperor's chosen one, his heir," Jonson finished. "Do you accept?"
"WHAT?!" exclaimed Cypher, not quite hearing what he just said.
"Do you accept our proposal?" Jonson repeated his question.
"Why should I accept? I am one of the Fallen, an outcast and a traitor," Cypher stated firmly, stating the fact that he was no longer part of the Adeptus Astartes, disowned member of the Dark Angels Chapter.
Jonson chuckled at Cypher's statement. "Who do you think has been watching over you? Who do you think has been protecting you during times of great danger all this time? Who do you think has given you a second chance at redemption?"
"It was the Emperor who has watched over you and spared your existence for this simple purpose." Jonson grinned as he saw the revelation sink into the Fallen Angel.
". . ." Cypher was silent in awe.
'I was under the Emperor's divine protection all this time, and I didn't know realise it sooner.' Cypher looked up at Jonson.
"Why?" he demanded, wanting to know why the Emperor has chosen him for this assignment, there was better heroes within the Imperium that could do this task easily.
Jonson was about to explain when suddenly the man standing behind him spoke up. Cypher was sure that he was not under any manipulation but still he had to remain cautious despite what was being said.
"The forces of Chaos and Patron Gods that have sworn to have decided to venture into other dimensions in order to gain more influence and power. As we speak now, the Ruinous Powers are gather their resources and power to invade a weaker universe. They have found that this dimension too exhausting to control as new races are entering into our games of control of this dimension. The Chaos Gods have lost their chance at claiming dominance at Horus Heresy. The Dark God Tzeentch is aware of the Chosen Primarch but do not know his exact location. We are unable to act as our own resources are centred on this dimension. They will try to corrupt him like they did with Horus; we must not allow this to happen." The man in the white hooded robe explained in gentle and influential voice which Cypher paid close attention to every word.
Jonson nodded and decided to add more to his statement.
"They will try to corrupt the fledging Primarch and have assembled each of the four Ruinous Powers Daemon Princes to the task. You must not let this happen, like you said, by any means necessary." He added to make Cypher aware of what the stalks were.
"You still haven't answer my question, why me?"
Jonson paused and exchanges a brief look over his shoulder. Jonson coughed in his hand before continuing.
"You are and still are one of my most promising men under my command. You have shown intelligence, courage and leadership during the Great Crusade both tactically and on the battlefield. These are the qualities we were seeking, and you meet the first requirements. You also meet the second requirements which you understandably should have figured out by now." Jonson paused again. "There something you should know, Cypher."
"Like what?"
"You have come under the impression you were created from the gene seed and genetic code from me. That is not the case for you see you care created from the Emperor's chosen heir." Jonson explained another hidden truth.
". . ." Cypher was surprised again despite his calm expression.
"Have you ever thought why you cause such animosity and chaos everywhere you go despite doing nothing? You have suffered none of the warping of chaos that had inflicted so much amongst that resides in the Eye of Terror. Cypher your true loyalties and pledge of honour should belong to the Primarch you belong to. Cypher, you were never truly a Dark Angel . . . as you were not one at the beginning . . . seek out your true Primarch."
Cypher held his hand up in protest. "Now hang on second, as I recall, all the Primarchs during the Great Crusade were recovered and accounted for. As I remember the records clearly state that twenty Primarch were found."
"Yes, all the Primarchs including me were accounted for with the exception of one who we have thought to have died or lost in the warp. He is the only chance that could possibly repel the incursion of Chaos of the dimension he resides in. We cannot afford to divert any of our resources in combat this new venture that the Ruinous Powers had taken part in. That is all I can say for now. Will you accept our proposal?" Jonson said for the final time.
Cypher took a moment to think about the offer being given to him.
'Hmm . . . a chance at redemption, a direction and to meet my real master,' thought Cypher/
"I accept your proposal on two conditions," Cypher said.
"Name it so," Jonson demanded.
"Who are you?" Cypher pointed to man next to Jonson.
There was a pause before the man spoke up.
"You already know it in your soul, Cypher. You have been chosen and I wished you success as the road you will take will be difficult."
"I see . . ." Cypher said, not convinced as he really getting a straight answer.
"Your second condition," Jonson asked.
"I would like to have the Emperor forgiveness to absolve my past deeds and start afresh. A chance to redeem my actions is all I ask for."
"It has already been given," Jonson grinned.
"Then I accept," Cypher bowed and salute formally when addressing a higher officer which in this case, a Primarch.
"Then it is by your word and decree of the Emperor along with the acceptable condition you have stated, you accept the mission. As proof of your word given . . ." Jonson stated, gesturing to Cypher to raise his hand.
Cypher felt a tingling sensation in his right hand as a strange tattoo appeared. "As a mark of the Emperor, you vow to protect my heir with you life at all cost, by any means necessary."
"Ensure that you give my sword to him when you finally me, this will reawaken his dormant spirit and memories for who he is destined to become." Jonson stated. "Use your instincts in these perilous times, Guardian Angel Cypher."
"It is a matter of urgency that you must reach him before the Daemon Princes."
"Yeah, I know . . . so where is this Primarch? How will I know what he looks like, I mean it's going to pretty hard unless I know what I'm looking for."
The hooded man spoke up. "You will know when you meet him."
"That's helpful," Cypher whispered sarcastically.
"The time for you to go is approaching rapidly. Only you must go. No one else can follow you in order for you to remain undetected. You will receive only your personal belonging only, nothing more, nothing less." Jonson announced.
"So when should I go?" Cypher asked.
"Never mind . . ."
Cypher felt that strange tingling sensation coursing through his body as he felt suddenly weakened, his mind slipping into darkness of unconsciousness. Jonson watched Cypher being whisked away to the preset dimension. He then turned towards his hooded companion with a concern serious expression on his face.
"Did you think we have made the right decision?" Jonson asked.
"That question has been asked already. More importantly will he prevail?" his mysterious companion said pulled back his hood and smiled.
Lion El' Jonson gave assuring smirk. "I believe he will."
TBC . . .
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Ranma 1/2 Timeline: Somewhere before the events leading up to Lord Saffron and the battle at Mount Phoenix. It is noted that Ranma has fought and beat everyone e.g. Pantyhose Taro, Prince Herb, Ryü Kumon except for Saffron and Kiima.
Author Notes:
Character Profile: Cypher, Fallen Dark Angel Champion
Cypher is an enigmatic and deeply sinister character. He appears as if from nowhere, bring death and destruction with him, and then vanishes as abruptly as he appeared. Strangely, it is rare that Cypher himself instigates the violent acts that invariably occur when he is present, it is rather than he seems to act as a catalyst that fans any feeling of hatred or mistrust into a raging, uncontrollable fire.
Cypher rarely speaks, and no one knows his real name. However occasional glimpse of dark green power armour beneath his long robes means there can be no doubt that Cypher is one of the Fallen. In many ways he epitomizes the fate of the Fallen, being cursed to wander through time and space, never able to return home.
Some whisper that Cypher may represent the Fallen Angels' only chance of redemption and that his seemingly random appearances hide a pattern which reveals that he is slowly moving across the galaxy towards Earth and the Emperor's himself. They also point to the fact that Cypher carries a sword which he never draws or uses in combat, and that this could be the fabled Lion Sword, wielded by Lion El' Jonson himself, thought lost forever following the Primarch's final confrontation with the arch heretic Luther. Whatever the truth of this, it is certainly the case that if he Is ever in one place for any amount of time then his presence seems to attract others of The Fallen, thought none know how they able to find him or why they gather.
Probably because of this, the members of the Dark Angels Inner Circle hate and fear Cypher more than any Fallen Angel, and would willing perform almost any act, no matter how vile, in order to capture or kill him. Cypher's continued existence bears testament to his almost supernatural prowess and ability to escape capture.
(Source: Games Workshop® 1996 Chaos Codex 2nd Edition)
Cypher is one of my all time favourite special character in Warhammer 40,000 and is a recurring character throughout the many editions. Initially he can be used by Chaos and the Imperial Guard forces. Somehow he not in the new chaos codex for some particular reason, oh well I used the previous versions for reference.
Deathwing and Ravenwing Companies really do hate him that much.
The reason I chose him was because his gene seed could originate from Ranma Saotome, which would make sense of his chaotic aura? I have seen his profile it states that he causes animosity among people which causes chaos to happen during the battle without him having to do anything to start it. As you looked at the other Primarchs they seem to inherit genetic traits and pass it down to their generation of Space Marines such as the Blood Angels and Space Wolves chapters. Ranma does not have a chapter to control yet as he was created as a single individual character.
One thing...All the Daemon Princes of the four Chaos powers and their minions are about to invade the anime universe which opens the doors for many characters from others series. This means the evil characters in the Anime will serve the Chaos and gain the benefit of better men. This means in general no pathetic Youma or monsters, as they will get their ass kicked in by the Daemon forces of Chaos. Extremely bad news for Sailor Moon cast and for any other Anime character who fights evil.
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