Chapter 2:

Dammit Ahriman!

Stop, its update time! I have plans for a couple of story arcs, maybe an appearance by the 'Nids, perhaps? Please review, and thanks to AlwaysBetOnVoid for the review, as short as it was. This chapter will be a bit longer and hopefully a little funnier. Also, this chapter is written in first person as I felt 3rd person writing didn't really suit this kind of story.

Chaos finds a home

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It is the 41st Millennium. And there is only war.

The God-Emperor lay writhing upon his Golden Throne, writhing with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is fed with the souls of a thousand every day, they die so he may live. A beacon of his glory, a guiding light, named the astronamicon, guides ships through the Warp, a realm of twisting emotions, feelings and desires.

Beyond the light of the Holy Astronamicon, alien races lurk and plot the downfall of humanity. They're twisted minds dictate that humanity is unworthy of its success.

Also battling them are the deities of Chaos. The four great lords of emotion. Khorne, god of blood, battle and rage-quiting. Nurgle, god of pestilence, rot and acne. Tzeentch, god of change, sorcery and nerd rage. (Why does Fateweaver increase his invuln. Save! GRAAAAHHHH!) And Slaanesh, god of excess, lust and Hedonism.

This is getting tedious, so I may as well end here. (Epic Plot Twist Music que)

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I looked over at the leaders of the Chaos Space Marines. I had played Chaos for a while and recognized Ahriman the sorcerer and Typhus the… something. I had always been a Tzeentch kind of guy. I gazed at the freak show before me, and immediately realized the place they belonged.

5 minutes later:

"AND STAY OUT!" I yelled before I slammed the door. I had no second thoughts about what I did to them, as I realized that they were probably the biggest threat to my well-being and belongings.

The Eldar Farseer, Varasi or something, smirked at me as I walked away. "A good choice, Eric." She said in a haughty tone.

"Shut up." I said back, then whacked her with the golf club, sending her flying towards the wall. She poofed into smoke, then reappeared on my shoulder, grinning. "A pitiful display of power." She said.

Suddenly, I heard a crack as the Necron Phaeron appeared on my other shoulder.

"What do you want?" I groaned in a weary tone.

"I believed you would wish to be informed, the Orks are attacking out of the basement."

"Well, S***."

Around 30 seconds later:

I heard yells from the Imperial Guard as they fired into the midst of the Orks, who were charging up the stairs in a giant green wave, with several of their "Deffkoptas" flying above them. I watched as one unleashed some kind of bomb into the ranks of the IG, and gazed in horror as around eight or so bodies went screaming through the air.

"Stop it!" I yelled at the forces. Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked up at me.

"You!" I yelled at the Orks. "Stop fighting! You can fight each other for all I care!"

"Dat wouldn't be Orky 'nuff though!" An especially large Ork who looked incredibly similar to the original Warboss yelled.

"Yeah!" yelled several more Orks, than more, and it expanded through, the horde, until every Ork in the horde was yelling.

"wait, I thought I killed that Ork? Hold on a second…" I stopped and looked again. Sure enough, the Ork seemed to have slight delay in its movements. Almost appearing like it was slightly blurry around the edges.

"Varasi, whats up with that Ork?" I asked the Farseer.

"It appears as though that is actually a psyker in disguise. They appear to be using a sort of holographic style suit to hide their true appearance… give me a second… there!"

Sure enough, the Ork disguise faded away and was replaced by a Chaos Space Marine wearing blue armour and carrying a gold staff. I recognized him from the Chaos Space Marine codex perfectly, right down to the weird horns on his head.

"Ahriman!" I yelled.

"Dammit, foiled by the Eldar again!" he yelled.

"Wait, dat's not da boss!" an Ork yelled, followed by several yells of "Get 'im!"

Ahriman found himself being swarmed by the hordes of Orks, muttered "Damn.", then disappeared in a blast of light that blinded seemingly everyone in the room. "Ma' eyes!" one Ork yelled.

After recovering from the shock of their boss being revealed as a sorcerer of Tzeentch, they began yelling and charging at the forces. By now, the Tau had come over from the kitchen, and when they saw the battle that was raging on the stairs, they ran towards the battle lines.

The IG commanders reacted with the commanders panicking. First the Orks from the stairs, then the Tau from the flank! No way could they stop both armies! Then the tau lined up beside the Guardsmen, and began firing on the Orks, while the Crisis Battle Suits attacked the Deffkoptas. , gunning them down with ease.

Shas' El Ario'Vanatasor' Buelos flew onto my shoulder and began to speak, using a loudhailer built into his armor.

"Attention all Imperial forces. If you could refrain from firing on my men, I would immensely appreciated. Also, if your tanks could please move to make space for our own armoured forces, we could add our firepower to yours."

I couldn't believe my eyes. Imperials and Xenos were fighting alongside each other!

I watched as A Tau Hammerhead tank and a Leman Russ Battle Tank fired at the same target, not each other. "Maybe miracles can happen." I thought to myself, then resigned it to wishful thinking as I watched a Tau fire warrior start fist-fighting with a guardsman.

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Okay, so maybe the chapter wasn't that big. I've been busy with (insert lame excuse here). Although football is just starting up, and it's been tiring so far. There's my legitimate excuse, so HA! I can't believe I wrote a chapter in only a few day's though. Oddly, that scares me more than short chapters… anyways, please review, follow, favourite, that sort of thing. I'm just a humble teenager trying to bring back an almost dead style of fanfic. See ya!