Date Published: 30/09/2013
Date Re-Edited: 07/12/2016
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So be it.
Writing Styles
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Thinking/Projecting Thoughts
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Chapter 2
- Arrival -
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Perception.
Connection.
Threat.
The first step, was smothering, an overwhelming mental pressure.
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The second step, openness, an overwhelming spiritual vastness.
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The third step, he sensed… nothing.
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The burning man, came to a halt.
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He turned to face those that followed him.
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His eyes passed through each and every living soul.
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As he turned to his squad, he saw the light in their crimson lenses die.
He saw through their chest-plates, beyond the flesh and bone.
Their hearts still beat a pure tune free of corruption.
He gazed into their minds, they were still their own.
He reached out to pluck their life lines.
Their souls still rang true.
He cast his witch-sight back, along the tunnel.
Back past immaterial league after immaterial league.
Far back into the chamber, back toward that golden throne.
As his spectral form crossed the threshold, he was blinded.
Before him there were two suns, they burned so bright.
The larger seemed to burn through the smaller one.
He couldn't bring his gaze upon the brightest sun.
He couldn't even touch the largest of the suns.
So he reached out toward the smaller star.
Malcador stood waiting at the base of the golden pyramid. He was becoming anxious. Sigmund's Squad had been gone for hours, they had lost all contact the moment his Squad had crossed the threshold into the Warp.
Should I send someone els-
Something crossed the rippling barrier of energy, something the Sigillite couldn't see... so he opened his third-eye, and shifted his gaze into the realm of the Immaterium that lay beyond. To his astonishment, before him rose the majestic form a large spectral dragon, its long serpentine tail trailing behind it... back into the Webway. The ethereal creature raised its right forepaw, and – before the Sigillite could even raise his mental defences – the immensely powerful creature touched his forehead with its wickedly sharp claw.
My Lord, echoed the words… the thoughts of perhaps one of the most powerful minds he had ever come in contact with, we have secured the other side of the portal. Armour systems are down and we have lost Vox-communication.
Realisation dawned within the Sigillite, Sigmund?
Affirmative, rumbled the spectral dragon emotionlessly within the confines of his mind.
Malcador was stunned; most Warp Constructs he had encountered over the course of his long life were creatures of pure emotion. Of Anger... of Rage... of Lust... but this… machine, was constructed – almost completely – out of pure willpower... a single pure thought untainted by any emotion. With that in mind the Sigillite turned to the Gate, and signalled Captain Braxton's Squad to move forward.
"I have made contact with Sergeant Sigmund; the threshold of the Webway is secure. You may proceed."
Captain Braxton signalled to his Command Squad to advance, in the Vanguard was the Ancient Domitian bearing the Company Battle-Standard, he and Sergeant Braellen were the first to cross the barrier…
Sigmunds thoughts turned back to his Squad, projecting his mind towards them, he passed on the words, I have made contact with the Sigillite. They are sending the Command Squad through.
He felt a deep rooted feeling of disgust flare within the mind of Brother Julius at the smallest of his mental touches. He sent a sense of apathy back down the mental link, his distinct lack of empathy, warped that sense of strained feeling of disgust into a smouldering… burn of Anger.
Dismissing the fuming Julius and his impotent anger, to the back of his mind, Sigmunds focus turned back toward the rippling entrance of the Webway. With the Sigillite as his mental anchor, he was no longer cast about upon the temporal maelstrom that was the Warp. With clarity, he began to reach out toward the Command Squad individually with his mind. He reached out and touched the minds of the first Marines to cross the barrier that stood at the threshold of the Webway. He felt the measured and controlled thoughts of the Ancient Domitian – the Company Standard Bearer – and then he felt the sharp and tactical vision of First Sergeant Braellen, as his mind came into contact with his thoughts.
He began to pass on the information he had gathered on the surround Warp, but before he could finish the transfer, another being began to pass the barrier. He reached toward the latest arrivals and began to pass them-
A Continent of thought, shifted below their feet…
A tidal wave of emotion struck the Webway…
It was a Torrent... unending... implacable...
Again and again… Strike after strike…
It took all of his concentration…
To Hold onto the…
Fragile connection with Malcador…
And then…
Just as suddenly as it came...
The sea of emotion, just… ebbed away…
His mind turned back to his Squad, he could feel their confusion.
He reached out to sooth their-
The Continent surged upward again, and struck the Webway…
Shattering... fracturing... the connections to the Gateway…
And allowing the raw essence of the Warp…
To flood into the Palace through…
Horror...
Triumph...
Fear...
Success...
All these emotions and more bleed into the Webway...
Sigmund didn't feel any of that.
He didn't sense the barrier break.
And he did not witness the Horror…
That entered the gilded Labratorum.
He did not feel the outright panic of the hordes of Tech-Priests.
Or the utter sense of certainty within the minds of the Custodians.
All he felt… was pain.
All he felt was the agony… of his body being torn apart.
All he felt was the horror… as his soul was ripped to pieces.
Again and again…
Unendingly until…
The pain stopped…
He looked up to see –
A bolter levelled at his head.
"What. Did. You. Do," screamed Julius his voice muffled through backup manual respirator built into his helm.
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"The perimeter is secure, Commander," came Kaiden's voice from somewhere behind the Commander.
They advanced down the gently sloping hill, until they reach a stream and began fording along it, straight into a dead-end.
"Damn… a landslide," Shepard muttered as she tried to climb her way over the blockage, "we'll have to hike around or mantle over that."
"Ummm… Commander," Jenkins tried to meekly interject, from the nearest bank of the stagnant river.
"Not now Jenkins, we need to find a way around this quickly."
"The thing is –"
"Private, if you try to disrupt my concentration one more time, I'll –"
"S'cuse me, Ma'am," began Kaiden placing himself between Jenkins and the volatile redhead, "but Constant, Eden Primes Capitol – and the objective – is in that direction."
Shepard looked back at the rockslide, noting that it seemed more... solid... at a second glance, and then in the direction Kaiden was pointing.
"Are you certain Lieutenant?"
"Yes, Commander," replied Alenko clearly and succinctly, as he brought up the Navigation Software on his Omni-Tool.
It didn't take a genius to see that the bright red arrow indicating their direction of travel was pointing in the opposite direction.
"Very well… carry on then," responded Shepard imperiously.
She advanced past her squad to take point, that her team couldn't see her face at the time was just a technicality. Which as it turned out had turned a rather interesting shade of crimson.
How embarrassing, thought Shepard mortified, I didn't think my sense of direction was that bad.
Before they could get out of the blocked stream, the Comm sprang to life.
=This is Nihlus, keep your guard up. The Colony got hit hard.=
They all took his warning to heart. The Squad began to move slower, with their rifles raised and their formation spread out... Shepard didn't want her entire squad taken out by a single rifle burst.
A minute later they rounded a small outcropping of rock; and Shepard brought the squad to a halt with a sharply raised fist. Ahead of the Squad was a thin strip of barren land, sandwiched between a steep drop-off (on the left) and a steep – almost vertical – cliff (on the right). The area ahead of them was liberally sprinkled with boulders... not much cover at all...
There is something wrong with this approach, thought Shepard warily, as she panned her Assault Rifle across the cliff-side.
"Jenkins, you take point," Shepard whispered as she gestured him forward, "no unnecessary risks."
Shepard had intended that they'd cover each other, as they advanced, leap-frogging from position to position until they reach the cover of the forest on the Hill.
It was a good plan…
Jenkins dashed forward…
But as General Patton once said…
Shepard and Kaiden took cover…
That no plan…
Jenkins leaped behind the cover again…
No matter how good…
Jenkins tried to go just that little bit further…
Survives first contact…
Fzzzt… BOOOM!
Before Jenkins could react…
An EMP pulse dropped his shields…
The secondary blast slamming him down…
Into the ground, ripping his suit and pulping flesh…
Before the dust had settled…
Before they could reach Jenkins…
A pack of Drones strafed his fallen form…
Shredding the fallen Marine into bloody broken bits…
That left Shepard and Kaiden, exposed and on the defensive…
They ducked into cover, fzzt – Bang, then redeployed to a new position…
Put a burst into one, take cover over here, wait for your shields to recharge over there…
On and on this went; there seemed to be no end to the damn off-white circular drones...
After awhile her body just started going through the motions; fire, cover, repeat…
Then she swung round from cover, brought up her Rifle to find…
Nothing.
They had eliminated all enemy contacts; Kaiden was already out of cover, before she could call him back.
He sprinted over to the fallen form of Jenkins, trying to check his vitals manually, hoping against hope.
A hope which flared in her chest, his suit-computer had flat-lined, but there was still a chance that –
Kaiden turned and shook his head bitterly…
"Damn-it!" the Sentinel cried pounding the ground with a clenched fist, "I should have scanned for Mines. That two-phase Tech-Mine was near god-damn textbook!"
"It wouldn't have made a difference," Shepard muttered coldly, "your scans probably wouldn't have picked up anything… did you notice how our targeting suites were jammed after those blasts?"
She went down on one knee, and dragged a gauntlet through the pock-marked ground... small pieces of blackened shrapnel trickling through her fingers.
"We're dealing with intelligent mines made from weapons-grade superconducting materials here, they're probably going to be all but impossible to detect with our Omni-tools."
She reached down to Jenkins and pulled off his digi-tags, they were fastened to the inside of his armoured chest-piece. She'd keep them and submit them with her report... his more analog 'Dog-Tags' would remain with the body until the Alliance retrieved his remains for burial.
"Which begs the question," responded Kaiden flatly, his eyes never leaving the mortal remains of one Corporal Anthony Jenkins, "who fabricates disposable munitions from weapons-grade superconductors?"
The question was left unanswered, as they advanced cautiously up the hill toward the forest.
The two Biotics took turns firing kinetic-blasts at the ground between them and the hilltop.
If technology failed them, then they would fall back on a tried and true method.
The precision application of overwhelming destructive force…
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Agony.
Retribution.
Purpose.
Pain… all the Sigillite felt…
Pure… seemingly endless pain…
There was just… too much energy…
The Spectral Dragon?
Gone…
Captain Braxton?
A carbon smear…
What of Sergeant Sigmund where –
An image, appeared in his mind-eye…
The image, of… a bolter, levelled at his…
No… Sigmund's… head. The figure holding it…
…Warped…
…Twisted…
…Radiating…
...Anger...
…Malice…
…Hatred…
"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO!" bellowed the tainted figure.
His finger tightening upon the trigger until…
"Noooo," screamed the Sigillite, his mind revolting against the horror of the vision... no... premonition.
Turning to his Custodian guardians he yelled, "we need to act."
Gripping his staff tightly, he used it as leverage to struggle to his feet.
"Take two of the Sisters," he instructed Fabius Durio abruptly, "Sigmund is imperilled by a tainted… creature."
Durio hesitated, "but my Lord, you –"
"Go now… before we are over-run!"
Durio deciding to act, he turned and signalled to a pair of nearby Sisters and Gordian (another bodyguard to the Sigillite), and charged the seething energies of the Portal. The Sigillite… exhausted… passed-out, into the arms of his remaining guardian. His dreams filled with visions of a red-headed woman floating before a glowing eldritch pylon... it's strange exotic viridian light seemed to shine through her…
Sigmund had often woken up to find something trying to kill him, like a twenty-foot giant scorpions for instance.
So when awoke to find Brother Julius, with a rather large looking bolter aimed directly at his skull. He really shouldn't have been that surprised, nothing bad had happened to him in awhile, so the universe was just waiting for an opportunity to throw a metaphorical lightning bolt at him. He gazed into the twisted mind of fallen marine before him, what he saw filled him with nothing but the deepest sense of disgust.
So… he began to reach down… deep within himself.
He soon realised he had more than enough raw energy…
Permeating through him that he could obliterate this...
This feeble little speck before him… with but a thought.
All it would take was –
And then he felt it… the construct flexed and cracked bellow him.
Only then did he realise the true danger they really were all in...
All it would take, to break the bonds holding the construct together.
All it would take… was one more Death.
All it would take… was one more Soul.
All it would take… was one more Sacrifice.
And this entire section of the Webway would collapse… casting them all into the chaotic ocean of the warp. He had to talk the deranged Marine down; they couldn't risk anymore blood being spilt.
"Calm down, Brother. You need to listen to –"
Crack!
Julius struck out at the Sergeant, with the butt of his bolter, knocking him down and splitting the skin on the left-hand temple.
"No! You Listen. Finally I will be rewarded. Finally they all will see the Truth. The Emperor in all his wisdom knew –"
In his concussed state, Sigmund didn't hear the rest of the rant... or whatever the Warp-addled Marine had to say… to be honest he didn't much care what the little shit had to say. In his confused and concussed state the only voice that went through his mind was his own.
Where is my helmet?
On his hands and knees, he swept his gaze drunkenly from side to side, looking for his errant headgear.
Where is… why isn't Julius wearing his…?
There next to –
His eyes were drawn to the form of Grammaticus hunched over, and tending to a clearly wounded Braellen, and lying next to them was an almost catatonic Domitian. It showed true dedication that – even unconscious – the Ancient still held the company standard in a near immovable death-grip. The rest of the Squad… were scattered about the tunnel... floating… drifting… frozen... trapped in Time, like a cloud of flies in Amber. He left Julius to continue his rant, while he returned his helm to its proper place.
He needed to gather his forces and marshal his faculties.
He needed to stem the flow of warp energies, which were bleeding into the Webway.
He began to reach out with his mind towards his trapped squad-mates. The first mind he touched was that of Grammaticus, he then felt the pain crippled mind of Braellen, and he then touched the blank mind of the catatonic Domitian. Sensing the empty wound that was the Veteran Marines mind, Sigmund felt for the fractured pieces of his fractured mind... after a moment... after an eternity... he finally began to piece Domitian's identity back together. While tending to his fallen brothers psyche... his own mind continued to reach out searching for his other brothers – lost... scattered through time.
Each mind he touched felt like treacle; thick and slow… first he found Merrik, then Gaius. He kept searching for the sluggish thoughts, the skewed perceptions of those that were trapped in time. He found Vespasion and Greavus at the exact same instant, but it took him several agony filled minutes… or was it hours… of searching, until he finally found… ah... at last Delaphor.
But before he could draw them back into real time, a palpable sense of dread began to fill the halls and pathways of the Webway. The Tunnel began to solidify, and stabilize, but the Marines remained trapped outside the flow of time. Trying to find the source of this phenomenon, he looked behind Julius and his heart sank into a deep pit that had formed in the very bottom of his stomach.
Behind the unhinged Marine, advanced a malevolent pair of women upon the unsuspecting and ignorant… fool. As they advanced he felt the warp energies leave him, sapping his strength, as he became blind to the swirling maelstrom around him. The Silent Sisters were unaware of what effect they had on the surrounding Warp, a construct made purely of Warp-Energies and Will that couldn't exist in the enforced Real-space surrounding the Pariahs. His warp-strength leaving him, he sank to his knees, and collapsed feebly to the bottom of the Tunnel.
"Noooo…" he begged… pleaded weakly as the first sister drove her power-sword through Julius, his pack and out of his chest-plate.
Stunned... the tainted Marine dropped his bolter, as the Sister stepped back withdrawing her now crimson blade. The trauma of the injury began to make itself known, as his legs gave out. His hearts torn, his spines severed, and the power-supply for his armour dead. Julius's form sank down to the tunnel floor; shock the only emotion that seemed to find any purchase upon his rapidly paling visage.
A shadow fell upon his face, as the two sisters stood over his crumpled form. The very last thing he saw, as the second Sister brought her down in a descending arch toward his throat, were the names upon their armoured collars.
Wyrd and Andlat.
Fate and Death.
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Advance.
Encounter.
Horror.
Silence; filled with naught but the muffled crunch of vulcanised rubber-soles passing over dry – long dead – leaves, under the vaulted canopy of a thickly forested hill. Between the heavy closely woven branches; two figures were seen advancing in between the gnarled trees, hugging the trunks and bowls, spurning what little open ground could be seen.
What little light that could pass through the thick canopy, was deathly weak. The light was blotted out by the thatch work of leaves... the raging maelstrom of fire and lightning above them all, which swirled around an abysmal black… creature, hovering above the Capital… Constant hidden from view. As they advanced through the forest, the strange dual-toned voice of Nihlus came across the radio again, the interference doing its damndest to make his words sound even more otherworldly.
He had frightening news. He had found civilians, or at least their charred remains anyway, cut-down right next to the defending forces. With this terrible news guiding their actions, the solitary pair advanced with steely determination toward the edge of the forest, and crouched behind a boulder just beyond the edge of the tree-line. The edge of which rested upon the crest of the hill, which then sloped down gently into a small crevice below.
Shepard stopped and raised her left-arm; the orange glow of her Omni-tool quickly sprang to life. She examined the map of the area (a map that she had already memorised back in the garage on the Normandy), to see that the dig-site was only accessible (from this direction anyway) by the small gorge down below. She was about to signal Kaiden to advance, when –
BA-BA-BA-BANG!
A panicked soldier wearing white (and… was that pink?) armour, ran out of the Gorge... she was being chased by a pair of flying drones up towards the hill. Suddenly she tripped… and just when Shepard thought that Barbie was done for…
She tumbled, rolled…
Rose up on one knee…
Brought up her side-arm…
And blew those drones away…
Whoa… impressive, now get out of there, thought Shepard tactically, wait… what is she doing. No don't stop stare… at… the –
Some robots had grabbed a nearby 'Civie', and were dragging him toward some kind of squat cylinder on a tri-pod. They held him over the rounded end of the device, and…
My God it was horrible…
The machines then turned their cyclopean attention on the lone – and very pink – marine, and began to open fire.
Shepard and Kaiden charged –
No-words need be said at all–
Down the hill, point blank –
They need not feel any fear –
BANG
The sound of gunfire, the flash of Biotics…
No need to ask for mercy or surrender…
No need for control, finesse or subtlety...
And then… it was over. Nearly a dozen of those strange alien corpses lay strewn across the field, cast aside like leaves in the wind... left to fall where they died. Shepard knelt down on one knee to examine the dead aliens, a strange white fluid was seeping from the dead creatures wounds. She drew a finger through the fluid and brought it up to her nose.
It smelt of… synthetic grease?
"What are they, Commander?" Kaiden enquired, from his position guarding their left flank.
"I think these things are Geth," muttered Shepard incredulously, surprised by how factual she could make such a confused statement sound… especially when she wasn't even sure of the facts herself.
"But… the Geth haven't been seen beyond the Persius Veil, in almost three hundred years," interrupted the still unidentified Marine, "um… sorry, ma'am. Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams of the 212th."
Almost ignoring Williams, Kaiden responded with… confusion, "Geth? What are they doing on Eden Prime?"
"One problem at a time, L-T," Shepard interjected diplomatically, "first off… Chief where's the rest of your Squad?"
Ashley hung her head, "Gone… we were on patrol, when the attack started. We tried to regroup with the rest of the Division at our Barracks, but…"
Silence pervaded the clearing until Ashley sighed and explained that, "we were ambushed trying to reach the main fallback position. We tried to send out a distress call, h-huh, but they have been blocking all of our Comms. I don't know if we managed to transmit the Vid or not. We tried to withdraw to a more defensible position, but… they just cut us to ribbons…"
"It's okay Chief... it got through," Shepard replied as she placed her free hand on the suffering women's shoulder… it was clear that the Marine blamed herself for surviving… when the rest of her Squad… well, let's just say that she knew that feeling well; "the best thing to do is complete the mission. We need to do what we can… here and now."
Shepard turned to Kaiden, Williams wasn't the only one that needed purpose right now, "we can mourn the fallen later, for now we have a mission to complete. We need to get to that dig-site."
Ashley seemed to perk up slightly at this, "when the Beacon was found, my Division was deployed to guard the Site. I can lead you there."
Damn, thought Shepard angrily, word probably got out about the Beacon before we could even get out of dry-dock…
"Lead the way," Shepard instructed her new Squad mate.
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Visions.
Cataclysm.
Retreat.
He floated on a Sea of energy.
The current was swift and strong.
He was being swept along and away.
The energy current was brutal and chaotic.
He had no anchor, no guidance, no support, he –
A Tug.
A Pull.
A Gentle Grasp.
At the core of his very soul.
Contact.
Intimate.
Sanctuary.
He was drawn – downward – toward an eldritch pulsing vein.
He drew the calming energy from the link into himself.
His vision flickered and changed, his senses grew.
No longer trapped within his mortal flesh.
The realm of mortal senses shrank.
He saw all within the artery.
Webway, his memory provided.
He saw all within the Webway, he saw the flickering souls within.
He was drawn toward the brightest figure on his knees.
The tunnel was filled with silvery veins of light.
Dozens of twisted lines extending outward.
At the centre, lay a blue dragon.
His soul touched everyone.
Everyone except…
The only creature that his soul didn't touch… was an ugly, twisted, broken thing.
A sense of wrongness pervaded his mind, as hideous twisting energies, snaked along its form.
The energy poisoned everything around it; it poisoned his soul and his mind.
He reached out toward the dragon, he recognised, his task was vital; crucial.
He must succeed, he must –
A hand closed around his wrist.
He turned… and beheld an Angel.
A being made of pure energy and light.
Flowing through her robes and across the…
Hieroglyphs that wreathed her form in energy.
Flowing across her entire being from head to toe.
He must fail or succeed on his own, spoke a feminine voice – a voice that sounded like ringing crystal – she spoke directly into his mind.
I have seen… we cannot let him fail, wept the man across their link.
So have I, soothed the spectral angel, calming the seething turmoil within his mind with warm trickle of soothing memories... fleeting... ethereal... indistinct.
She turned back to the psychological duel continuing bellow them; she looked upon this grand spectacle and saw the final players of this act approaching.
And so the curtain rises on our little play, spoke the angelic vision, I must leave to await my cue.
And so the spectre of serenity departed leaving the lone watcher bereft, to continue on with his morbid task. Bellow a new party approached the battle of wills, two shining giants and a pair of… wounds within the warp. The walls of the Webway thinned and trembled at their approach... at the approach of these monstrous titanic entities. The wounds broke off from the shadows of the pair of giants and charged ahead, to strike down the twisted-one. Moments later the broken body of the twisted-one fell to the ground, one of the shadows raised a shard of malice, and struck –
Raw energy flooded into the Webway, as the Death of Brother Julius shattered the walls of reality holding this small segment of real-space together... holding back the unending torment that was the warp. The nightmarish denizens of that twisted hell-scape of a realm began to flood into the Webway, only to break harmlessly against the armour of the defenders. The field of enforced real-space that surrounded the Silent Sisters began breaking the bonds of psychic energy that held the Daemons together. None of the nightmarish creatures could reach the figures within the Webway, but their continued attacks began to eat away at the psychic walls holding this small pocket of real-space together.
Sigmund reached for the Warp Device, it was their only hope, for the way back had been Lost to them.
He pressed the second bevelled button, and he felt a surge of energy travelling up his arm. He channelled and corralled the raging energy into the very centre of his chest, at the very Apex of flowing Norse-like script upon his Runic-power armour. It built and built within his chest, his body fighting against the raging surreal energies and the influence of the enforced real-space that surrounded him, struggling for dominance within him. His body was torn; his mind divided, he struggled to channel the seemingly infinite raw energy from the warp device, and defend his psyche from the feral psychic attacks of the denizens of the Warp, all at the same time.
As the battle continued to rage within the halls of his mind, the strain just grew and grew, as the struggle between the real and unreal realties was slowly tearing him apart. As the energy levels grew and grew, it threatened to tear its fleshy vessel apart, violently releasing the pent-up power in his chest.
A single thought pulsed through his mental link between him and his Squad.
I must hold.
I must hold.
I must hold.
I must hold.
I must hold.
I MUST HOLD!
The device emptied the final trickle of pure warp energy into the body of the poor Marine Sergeant. His soul began to ring and echo throughout the caverns of the Webway, with a single pure crystalline Note.
Sensing the inevitable, he speared his consciousness – outward – searching for the Custodians and the Sisters of Silence. The very essence of the Sisters and their existence tore at the fraying edges of his mind, trying to undo all that he had accomplished through his Warp-Sorcery.
Unbidden the pure Note continued to grow, and grow, eventually reaching a most deafening crescendo. The feral energies snatched away the broken corpse of Brother Julius, casting his broken body from sight. With a blinding flash, his Sorcery ripped them from the Warp, casting them all blindly into Real-space.
When his sight returned, Sigmund found himself prone – on his hands and knees – lying at the edge of a small grassy clearing.
He tried to reach out with his mind, to survey his surroundings, when a blinding pain spiked and burnt all conscious thought from his mind. He withdrew from the flow of energy around him, and the mind numbing pain receded. Obviously his journey through the Warp, had left behind more than enough scars... some physical... some mental. The pain was excruciating... far beyond even the tolerances of his super-human biology... it prevented him from channelling the Energy of the Warp through his mind; without it, he couldn't access his abilities… it left him completely blind... as if one of his senses had been ripped from him... a sense that he had only just gotten back.
He looked down at the small Warp Device in his hand, flipping the open its ornate cover, to reveal that all energy within the Device had been spent. He looked to his left and then to his right, he could find neither sign nor trace of his Squad. He lifted his gaze from the grass beneath his boots... his shield lay there, flat on the ground... he quickly picked it up and ran a systems check of his Armour.
Most of it still functioned, more or less, the plates had cracked, his left pauldron had warped and his right knee servo was sticking. However Sigmund had more pressing issues... he found himself on a small grassy knoll, he had no idea where he was... he quickly swept his eyes across the small forest at his back to the gleaming city on the edge of the Horizon searching for a land-mark he could recognize.
He didn't find one, but his eyes were irrevocably drawn towards the giant beetle-black leviathan that drifted inverted like an ancient Kraken in the centre of a biblical maelstrom.
At the sight of the malevolent leviathan, a memory stirred within the caverns of his battered mind... a handful of words spoken in parting; it will become apparent in time…
The Scrolls…
He reached into the satchel at his waist blindly, and pulled out the first cylinder that the palm of his hand came in contact with. He pulled out the bronzed scroll, and gazed upon the intricate crimson wax seal. It bore a stylized double 'I' within the intricately embossed seal, the bronze casing was engraved with the imagery of two entwined dragons, feral in appearance, both circling the other. Without further thought he broke the seal and opened the scroll. It looked like someone had taken the time to transcribe a short message into high Gothic... it was stilted and lacked any form of prose...
It was Six Lines of absolute Gibberish...
Tutus vestri Maniplus est
Reperio Beacon
Sequi Shepard
Persequeris in Spectrum
Revela Lancea in Peregrinorum
Et mente capi et una cum Concilii ... in partem tuam
Wonderful, clearly this had been translated by a machine... or some trying to be deliberately Cryptic... no matter it was the work of but a moment to decipher, the first line read:
Tutus vestri Maniplus est
Which roughly translated to; Safe Your Squad is... easily enough, the second however was not so easy.
Reperio Beacon
Detect Beacon... or maybe; Ascertain? Or perhaps in this context it would be... find the Beacon...
Sequi Shepard
To follow Shepard... then again it could possibly be a job title and not a name, so perhaps it is; Follow the Sheepherder... or not. That one would require further thought...
Persequeris in Spectrum
Now that's a tricky one... Hmmn... 'Persequeris'... the base of that is 'Persequor'... Break that up and you get 'Per', which means through and 'Sequor' which means follow... so; follow through the Spectre? That's even more confusing than the last... never-mind, next.
Revela Lancea in Peregrinorum
No... just no... that just looks all wrong... 'Revela' means reveal... 'Lancea' could mean Lance or Spear... and 'in Peregrinorum' could mean; to the Pilgrim... which leaves me with something so highly suspect, if I were to ever attempted such a thing in Public... NEXT.
Et mente capi et una cum Concilii ... in partem tuam
This one's very tricky... let's work our way backwards... Hmmn... 'In partem tuam' that's; your share or perhaps to share... now the first part again... 'Concilii' is Council... in this sentence it is most likely; were arrested and together with the Council... No... that's not it at all. Perhaps the last part changes the meaning; to share... wait... maybe it's not a Group but an idea... to share your Council with... with what... the Arrested One? The Imprisoned One...? That makes even less sense...
Damn it... none of this gives me any actionable Intel!
Your Squad is Safe... fine that's a weight off my Chest, but it doesn't say where they are?
Sequi Shepard and Persequeris in Spectrum... is so out of context they may as well be drivel...
Revela Lancea in Peregrinorum... not even going there...
The final line was less of an Order and more of a Directive...
So that leaves... Find the Beacon...
What Beacon?
…and then suddenly Sigmund sensed it, on the very edge of his mindscape, resting upon the very edge of his half-blinded witch-sight, a small trickle of the Warp Energy bleeding into this reality. It was barely there, so weak and inactive; flowing straight and true across the lay-lines of this world, a nexus of the power that was near the very heart of the burning city. It glowed like a star on the Horizon... a Marker... a Waypoint... A Beacon...
Sigmund now knew the course he had to take...
So he rose up from his dirty and scuffed knees to his full height - his scuffed shield in one hand, his battered bolter in the other - without any conscious thought or direction he quickly began to run one quick final systems-check of his war-gear. Once he was sure it was all still intact, he racked the bolt on his bolter, and began his inexorable march toward the glistening city upon the Horizon.
And from the crest of the hill behind him, two solitary figures watched. A brown-cloaked figure with an organic looking bone-white rifle trained upon the back of the retreating form of Sergeant Sigmund, and the Astral form of the First Lord of Terra.
Malcador the Sigillite.
Code Entry: Time Travel
For centuries Citadel Scientists have debated the 'Theoretical Existence of Alternate Realities and Time-Travel'. Salarian Scientists first postulated the 'Improbability of Time Travel' that – simply put – the very action of utilising a Time Machine would alter the events leading up to the Development and/or Deployment of the Time Machine itself and/or alter the events of the individuals whom developed the machine, etc. Ergo/Therefore the moment a Time Machine is activated; it would cease to exist. It wasn't until Dr. Sari D'Lan (an Asari Physicist) postulated the 'Existence of Alternate Realties and/or Plains of Existence', that actual time, effort and research was expended upon the Concept. From that research, a Theoretical Particle, the "Tachyon" (in English) was first postulated (approximately 325 Standard Years ago). Over the centuries many countless individuals have claimed or asserted to have either observed or recorded Tachyons in a variety of interstellar phenomenon. It wasn't until the 11th of February 2183 (see. Human – 'Gregorian Calendar'), that the First – and Second (if not disputed) – recording of Tachyons occurred aboard the 'SSV Normandy' during the Geth Assault on Eden Prime (see. 'The Saren Affair'/'First Battle of the Citadel'). It would later be determined that Tachyons, were one of the many forms of radiation emitted (and observed) during Warp Transit (see. Warp Tech/Teleporter/Gellar Field).
Codex Entry: Sigmund "The Terrible" Tyrannus
Citadel News Network: 23rd March 2184
Audio Transcript:
Emily Wong:
So Captain, with almost two Centuries of combat experience under your belt, you must have some interesting stories.
Captain Sigmund:
Well… there was this one time. We were about to conduct an inspection of some representative Council, on a Moon above their home Planet. So… there we were. Flying in on this little Stormbird, and out of no~where… we start getting radar locks, and the Sky just filled with Flak. We~ll… at least I think it was a radar lock. I was standing at the door. I heard a Beep, then a Bang, and felt a Bump. After that the world just started spinning as I went ass-over-tea-kettle out the door.
Emily Wong:
My word that does sound harrowing… I suppose you were wearing some sort of arresting gear?
Captain Sigmund:
Na~ah, all I had was an out dated Mark III, the trees broke my fall. The Jungle was mostly Sub-Tropical, vines and conifers and such. So I get down out of a tree, and boy… was I pissed. We were there as diplomats, we were there to discuss terms and bring the system into Compliance, and here these bastards were shooting at us. It's-
Emily Wong:
Sorry to interrupt Captain… but could you please explain the term "Compliance?"
Captain Sigmund:
Not a problem miss Wong, standard Imperial military practice, during the Great Crusade (otherwise known as the Great Unification) was to Scout out each system systematically. When a Civilisation or Lost Culture was found, we would give them a choice, join us or else. If they said no, we'd send a fleet to force them to join us. Either way once they agreed to our terms, an Imperial delegation would be dispatched (usually spear-headed by a Space Marine detachment) to ensure that they complied with Imperial Law. Brutal I know, but all we truly enforced upon them was an interpretation of Imperial Law.
Emily Wong:
Could you explain the legal requirements of Imperial Law further.
Captain Sigmund:
Well, it's not exactly set in stone. It's more a series of loosely interpreted conditions required for Compliance.
The first requirement was the Rule of Law. A loose interpretation of the Magna Carta; the right to own property, the right to a fair trial, and so on and so forth.
The second requirement was Imposition of Civilisation and Planetary Governance. To extrapolate further on that; we would impose structure upon Anarchy, the observation and monitoring of Psychically Gifted individuals, and other such measures to create a semblance of Order and to prevent incursions of Warp Entities into Real-Space.
Then we would appoint a Planetary Governor to manage the planet and if necessary the system. If the World is sufficiently advanced and unified, we would appoint the overall ruler of that World as Planetary Governor. If the world is divided or not significantly advanced enough an outside governor would be appointed.
The Final Requirement is the application of the Imperial Tithe. The Tithe is simply a logistical requirement. There are several grades within the Tithe; each corresponding to either a certain size of population, a specific resource unique to that world, or a certain type of technological development. These resources would be used to govern the System and provide further resources for the Great Crusade.
Emily Wong:
What about those worlds that do not have significant population or resources, would the Tithe still be applied to them?
Captain Sigmund:
Of course we wouldn't impose unreasonable requirements upon such worlds. There is a Tithe Grade – Adeptus Non – it roughly translates to 'not applicable.' These worlds would not be required to contribute and would actually be eligible to receive outside resources to provide the necessary protection and services for governance. My home-world of Sycorax, fell under the Tithe Grade of Adeptus Non. It is a Death World and as such could not physically provide resources beyond subsistence levels for the population. But I digress, you wanted to hear a Swash-buckling tale of adventure and here we turn to talk of standard government procedures…
So... the reason I was so 'upset' was… well they had already agreed to join us, we were there to discuss terms, without even the threat of violence. So there we where, on a Diplomatic Mission, on Neutral Ground, and they were shooting at us. This little hell-hole we were meeting on didn't even have a name, it was just a little moon (an extra-solar capture) best maybe described as a dwarf planet. The damn thing was smaller than Pluto. However it still had a biosphere, transplanted from its parent planet, Varestus Prime. The place had scorpions the size of main battle tanks, everything on that place was either poisonous or carnivorous, even the plants! So there I was, on foot, basically trying to triangulate the radar guided flak batteries, by trying to 'eye-ball' it.
So I tracked down one of the flak-guns, I killed the crew, and tapped into their Comms. I managed to find where the enemy commander was going to be. What I found was his extraction point, so I headed over and got ready waiting for him at the LZ. He showed up six hours later, as I was about engage, this little stubby V-TOL flew over me. The pilot landed in the clearing and rotated the nose of the craft to face me, head-on. I had a choice; let him get on that craft, or take out the shuttle. If he flew away we'd never catch him, but if I shot now he'd bolt and I'd lose him. Either way it was a lose-lose situation.
So… I took the Shot. Right through the Canopy. In such a confined space, it was like a grenade going off in a fuel drum. The shuttle hit the ground, blew sky-high, and the enemy general bugged-out of there faster than a Politian from the Truth.
(Audio Disruption: General Chuckling)
Captain Sigmund:
So they fled into the Jungle. His men weren't prepared for that environment, they were dropping like flies. They left a trail of bodies – a mile wide – right to their camp. But by the time we got there, I had pursued them across three not-quite-continents, and I had exhausted all my ammo. After a dozen ambushes the enemy had set for me, and the local flora and fauna, I didn't have a single bolter round to my name.
There I was, looking for a way to get to him, and all I had was an empty bolter, my trusty combat knife, and a rusty entrenching shovel – that I had picked up from a corpse a few miles back. So I started hunting them, first I trapped them. I took out their vehicles, then their pilots and their Enginseers.
Then I went after their leaders, first their platoon leaders, and then their squad leaders. At this point, the enemy commander started panicking, and he just started throwing his men at me. I had to fight through an entire battalion. Lucky me, they didn't have any anti-armour weapons so they couldn't even put a scratch on me. I finally got to the enemy commander and in desperation he tried to fight me in hand-to-hand. Needless to say it didn't work. After I killed the Commander, I moved to secure the camp. Not a single soldier remained. I had killed the entire enemy force, with nothing but a combat knife, an empty bolter and a rusty shovel.
Emily Wong:
Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration, Captain?
Captain Sigmund:
I suppose your right, maybe it was a bit of an exaggeration…
Emily Wong:
So what happened to the people of-
Captain Sigmund:
It wasn't that rusty.
Emily Wong:
Er… I beg your pardon?
Captain Sigmund:
The Shovel… it wasn't tha~t rusty.
There you go, Chapter 2 – "Arrival" of Upon the Wings of Eagles… and on a lighter note always Google the name of whatever your about to publish, before ya publish it. I found that out the hard way when I gave them the Keywords to Google my story and they came across; On the Wings of Eagles, an Assassin Creed Fic instead. Since I felt that this Chapter was a little short I added a little 'Omake' thingie ma-whatzits at the end of the Codex Entry, hope you enjoy it (for reference it takes place a year after the events in my Story). Anyhoo… thank you all for your Reviews, they are much appreciated, and I agree there was too much bold, I was weak, I have joined a support group, and I will no-longer binge on bolded words… that much… kinda like now. To respond to one of the better critiques, I'm sorry I didn't notice the misuse of "there" and "they're" and I will focus – grammatically – on these more in the future. To the other Trolls, which fortunately I only have an infestation of one so far, if you do not like my story… then don't read it. To those of you who do enjoy my stories… Thank You… and I will be posting Chapter 3 – "First Contact" on the 15 of September (15/09/2013), please review.
Sorry for the lack of an update last month things were... hectic.
As recompense I am uploading the first Chapter in my new story: Atlas Unbound.
It is a Warhammer 40K / Stargate: Atlantis Crossover.
I'm trying a new style of writing.
Less description more dialog.
Shorter Chapters... much like this Authors Note.
Thanks for Reading, next update expected on 30/04/2017... hopefully.
P.S. there might be a slight delay in the next couple of Chapters due to Mass Effect Andromeda... we thank you for your patience.
P.P.S. That was sarcasm.
P.P.P.S. Obviously.
