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Dark Days…
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These are a compilation of mini stories of Dark Eldar activities within the UCAF Universe!
(These are also posted on Deviant Art; check it there if this gets taken down)
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(Overview is at the end, that's where I'll explain everything.)
This is the only time I will ever state it for this series. And also I created the UCAF and started a halo/wh40k crossover on my fan fic account if you're interested just go there.
(To those who read this, this is a compilation of special characters for the favourite artists that I create these characters from, and also the OCs from friends. Enjoy.)
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On the colony of Souza Phi, Thom Batel fired his MA5C at the approaching shadows, the attack had been so sudden, they had come in swarms like the locusts of Tanden Fields, but these were worse than locusts, they were a plague sent from the abyss of the void itself.
The shadows avoided the precise strikes of his MA5, that didn't stop him from blowing apart another one with his grenade launcher. His victory was short as he ducked to avoid the splinter rounds, they blew into the walls and embedded themselves into the wall so deeply, and he could feel the air stiffen with stale poison.
His eyes opened to glimpse the approaching shadow; he brought his M6 out of his left holster and fired 3 successive rounds, each hitting its presented target, the figure dropped to the ground in a pool of its own blood.
He turned to fire upon anything else, but he was struck by a bayonet into his armour, he realised that the blade was deflected thanks to the improved joint plating; he grabbed the sharp edge and twisted it. The bayonet snapped in two, he grabbed the being by the chest plate and kicked it in the crotch.
It dropped to the ground, and he pulled his MA5 and fired into its face. It carcass left the ground and fell into a messy pile next to the other bodies. Thom reloaded his MA5 and began to hunt for the other shadows, but all in response was a wave of splinter rounds.
He ducked and moved from cover as a small ball of black crystal landed in his cover, it detonated and the area was covered in black spikes, he'd rather avoid such things. He moved down the street, covering his back as he rushed to the end of an alleyway.
He was then stopped by an elegant figure; she held very little clothing and wore what would be said to be a mesh shirt and a loose set of lingerie. He set to fire upon the sharp figure, but was surprised that she moved fast, he dodged her first strike by scant millimetres. He then opened fire again on full automatic; the rounds ricocheted off the surrounding alley.
He opened his eyes to see that the figure was only struck one in the shoulder; she gritted her teeth in fury and struck again, this time as he lay on the ground. He reflexed his back and rolled away as the strike was made, cutting a deep line in the ceremite ground.
He fired again, but ran empty, instead he fired his combat grenade, the round detonated as the being made another run, the alley was lit by the HE. Then it was quiet, Thom realised that it was quiet, no sound no ringing of the explosion, he could hear that there was nothing.
And that was when he realised he was hearing anything because of the muffled ear guards and of his blood slowly pool at his body's edge, a shrapnel piece had impaled his lower abdomen, he couldn't breathe.
He could see Angela, waiting for him at home, their child so close on the way; he could only draw his eyes to the small picture of them waiting, his bracelet glowing, and then lighting his face. He passed into unconsciousness and let death slowly consume him.
But the figure was still moving, she approached him and saw such a sight, she picked the small bracelet up, and then she looked at him, she pitied the young man. She'd have to take such a prize from his lover, and turn him into a husk of what he was, but this was her life. As a Succubus, she was expected to do such things and she never questioned it.
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From afar of Batel's position, the remaining fighters of the colony continued to strive for victory, even when faced with utter destruction. A platoon of PDF fighters on the edge of the city gathered to fend the oncoming swarms of darkness, they braved most of their opposition well, though were beginning to tire from the effort.
Luc watched with absolute vigil, keeping all movement accounted for, the damned xeno came in swarms to test each defence, and he had proved to have sharp eyes to pick each moment of attack. As one shadow crept along, he brought his SR-99 out, the shadow seemed to vanish, but that didn't mean it wasn't there.
"Commander, do you think help will arrive, sir?" The sniper asked.
"It will, just not right now solider, just keep your sights on those shadows, and report anything that goes wrong." He ordered.
"Yes sir." Luc replied.
Luc turned his head back to face the empty field; he hoped that by joining the alliance forces, he could do his part for the colony. He'd dreamt of reaching the stars and fighting in the front lines as a proud marine of the UCAF, but that dream had come sooner, but it wasn't against the common known alien homogeny known as the covenant.
He was sure that the alien race that they were fighting was nothing like them, these were aliens who stuck to the darkness and attacked with terrifying grace and ferocity. He searched for the shadow that constantly eluded him. He couldn't see it again, which was odd, it tended to move whenever an opportunity presented itself.
Just then there was something wrong, he watched about, a low hum, it was different.
"Sir is that an engine roar or is it just me?" He asked.
"It's just you corporal, now focus, those slippery bastards will do anything when you're distracted; now turn the other way Luc." He said absently.
Luc did as he was told, but something wasn't right, there was no shadows within range, all of them were either gone or waiting, but waiting for what? Then a thought seemed to pop in his head. He took note of the surrounding, the ground, it was dark, he yelled.
"Sir, there's no light!"
"What?"
"Haven't you noticed that the ground is now dark?" He said.
The commander looked about, he was right, there were no shadows because there was no light, but why was it dark? The commander looked about, and so did the others, they could see what they missed, the humming, it was loud, loud enough that they could feel where it was coming from.
Behind them within the skies, there they saw oncoming despair, the raiders of hundreds of spiked and elongated vehicles all shaped like knives and daggers, they were already on top of their position. And soon it looked as though a black cloud of ravens had dropped from the skies themselves and blotted out the last rays of light.
"Marines of Souza we…" The commander was cut in mid-sentence.
His head was blown clean off by a blast of sharp energy, Luc turned to see the coming shadows that now blended in so well with the darkness. He began firing, and so did the last of the platoon, their weapons barking in the darkness, ripples of bright gold and red, thuds and screams seemed to echo in this absolute void of light.
A crescendo of violet and black danced with them, and so Luc fired out till his last, sniper rounds tearing flesh of the figure nearest to him, and then drawing out his side arm. His muzzle flash illuminated the darkness only enough to see the shadows dance; he fired another 5 times and then ran empty.
He walked back trying to reload; he kept his calm and his cool, but not his fear. He was terrified to the very core, he loaded the weapon and searched for a target… and it found him. He bumped into a figure behind him, and turned to only see his end, the sharp snap of blades and his weapon was knocked away, and he dropped on his side and tried to crawl away, his eyes still focused on the being in front of him, it was slender and very much lethal.
He was panicking at a rate his heart was screaming for help, and only when the figure reached out did he regret truly being here and now. It was of no surprise however that later his wonderful eyes were what gained him the position as a meat puppet for the lady archite named Shyntafae the Lone.
(Here's to Shinobi Raist.)
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Above the skies over Souza, Archoness Xetavia watched from the raider Ethereal Damnation, she watched with anticipation of reaping another world, she'd return to Forte' Gates, Coregrah, soon with a bounty of new slaves and fresh meat, and hopefully some better wine.
Her compatriot the Shyntafae, the Hellcat, was running amok on the grounds with her cabal ripping their way through to victory in the shadows of blood and gore, she could hear of the screams of pain and anguish from all the way up here, which really must be quite loud. Hellcat hadn't had such prey in almost months, this would be a great way for her to stretch her legs and go out for some fresh blood.
Xetavia was happy simply watching the destruction from the skies; she'd only ever join in when she had to, or when she was either bothered to, or really annoyed. She still couldn't believe that even after being announced as the new Archoness of dark eldar, for being human on top of which, she'd still hold her position as a ruthless leader.
She enjoyed the blood spilling and screams, she enjoyed the battles and vicious combat, even if she was supposed to be an ex-noble of some fancy place. She just sat back and enjoyed the view, it was her hobby to watch battles of all kinds, and even if that it meant that she'd be involved in some, still it provided entertainment when she got bored.
Another hour of watching the city burn and then her forces began to fall back, they arrived in the usual manner as they did all carrying living or dead objects for use. Hellcat returning with a prize of her own, and a gift for Xetavia, it was a young man with his armour somewhat intact and clearly in terrible pain.
"So I guess that means you've had an eventful hunt?" She asked nonchalantly.
"You should know Xetavia, the hunt was good and we've reached our bounty, we should leave before those damned colonists forces arrive, I head that they can be quite difficult." Shyntafae replied flexing her claws.
"Very well." She stated.
The wave of her hand and the helm took to leaving the planet, the masses of raider ships would leave as they had come, in a violent swarm of black mist. Only those who hid and survived the battle would ever tell the alliance of the horrors of the dark eldar and their arrival, but not their departure.
(Xetavia is owned by Mako85)
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(Beckjann owns this character)
Within the fleet of Abstinence and Depravation, the dark eldar raider in command of Archon Arnaer the leader of the Kabal of the Dead Reflection watched as the fleet departed the system. It would a long trip back to Coregrah, and with no warp it was a very long trip.
But still they had stealth and speed, enough to avoid detection of the usually hopeless defenders of the foolish mo'keigh colonies. Arnaer drank in the deep red of wine, or blood, if one were to be so frank. He did not seem as pleased as usual, most likely due to his usual dark demeanour, but it might have just been the fact that he had little challenge.
The UCAF marines were too easy a prey, and the Lady Archon may have thought them hard enough to beat, but she was wrong, they were no challenge and they had little to offer except their youthful bodies. The young child soldiers would make wonderful gifts, but they were yet to be prepared in the coming games, and he honestly doubted that any were even remotely experienced in battle.
But he shrugged off the thought and went to plotting, he wanted to outshine the damned human who called herself an Archoness, she only picked out the easiest of targets yet left him and his kabal somewhat unsatisfied. He could tell that the incubi were fidgety and that all his warriors were busying their new haul without the thrill of tasting as much fear.
He wanted a new target a new place that they could harvest, not some backwater pot hole on the side of the galactic road. He needed to find something enticing, something palpable, someone palpable, but the only things he could think of were the more powerful Spartans, which he'd rather not risk immediately. And then there were the imperium forces which remain active in engaging the covenant armies, but there was the tau and the eldar.
From what he had learnt, Spartans, even though not being considered the greatest like the space marines of the imperium, were still very capable of fighting in the field. He could also tell that there were too many factors involved with attacking them, so that idea would need to be planned much more with better intelligence.
The imperium was a target he'd much like to tackle, but there was one problem, range. The nearest imperial bastion was over 250 light years on the other side of the entire Region, he'd need to wait about 300 years to get to his target, and he wasn't that patient.
His other target was the tau, the only other race that was at war with the UCAF, but from what reports say, that conflict is soon to end. The UCAF had forced the tau into an agreement and said to bring the conflict to a close to challenge the covenant threat as soon as possible. That meant an enemy force was gathering its strength and he'd be out matched there as well.
That only left one other force that his kabal would and could easily tackle, the eldar, his pitiful kin who now mongered at the feet of the alliance as their pets. The eldar had lost their powers because this damned universe was so different, and that also removed the ability of warp travel. But no, his kin had grovelled at the feet of the human alliance and asked them to give them the technology in service for their knowledge of power.
The trade went well considering everything, just that they remained as passive allies to the UCAF, even if they were merely humans. At least they were logical in their decision, he'd have just ran off and begin to harass them as much as he could, which is what he was doing now.
The closest eldar forces were on minor trading worlds and a dozen planets, the lost craftworld of Kher-Ys ended up here with its entire population mostly intact. Which meant even more prey, his kin would taste the edge of his blade once he returned to Coregrah.
And he needed to locate a means of FTL for future raids, once he had that technology, he'd put that useless human Archoness to shame, that was if he could get his plan into action as soon as possible. He turned away from his thoughts and remembered his surroundings; he sipped the blood red wine and said to one of his warriors.
"Fetch me Dracon Alaktel; tell him we have some business to attend to." He ordered tersely.
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Part2
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Coregrah- Is a place that the dark eldar took, it was a colony on the edge of a nebula in Nova Stratus, and it is now used as a base and home for the new dark eldar raiders of my AU Halo/40 k universe.
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OCs by these artists on Deviant Art
Shyntafae Shinobi Raist
Dracon Alaktel owned by Docile Dragon
Archon Arnaer-Beckjann
Xetavia is owned by Mako85
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It took about 2 weeks to get back, but it was a better trip of so many other boring ones, the raider fleet of Abstinence and Depravation cleared the misty and subtle darkness of the Borealis Viton Nebula. The ships passed into the system of Verde Stratus, the opposite stretch of space next to Nova Stratus, it was a place where the UCAF called the verge. Here anyone could come and vanish, it was a place where the alliance didn't think and wouldn't look.
Thus the reason that made it perfect for a rebel colony to be formed, there some years back a bunch of rouges and individualists lived, people didn't care here, it was a quaint place. They did care when the dark eldar appeared from nowhere and took their homes though, they couldn't hold the defences though and were soon slaves to their new masters.
Coregrah was then renamed by the dark eldar, who launch and prepare their vessels for every moment they have the chance to begin raids on the fringe colonies. These raids would take days and even weeks to get back from one. The haul that Archoness Xetavia had brought however was the first largest bounty in years, which seemed to stimulate some enthusiasm to their waning situation.
The fleet passed along through the defensive ships all scouring and preparing, they approached the planet, which once was green and lustre was now a shell. It had darkness edging along its forests and plenty of grey that now appeared to mar its perfect surface, murky oceans now smudged once open oceans and the skies seemed to blacken with every passing day.
The fleet went by other ships and went through the cloudy skies, their experiments with local fauna and flora had resulted in some rather unique creations. There were plenty of dark spires of once great trees that once stood and the lakes of blue were now black and silver.
The city, where once hundreds of habitats and prefabs once stood, now blocky black buildings with sharp edges where on each figures in agonising pain where in place, watching and warning and reminding all those who lived in this place, who owned this world and who were the masters of it.
The fleet arrived in port, a massive circular structure with a large spiral case of spiky docking clasps; each looked like an organic stalagmite, but on closer inspection revealed the twisted forms of dark wraithbone and metal. Ornamented sculptures of figures grasped in agonising pain protruded from every level, even if you were a fair distance off, you could feel their gaze.
Xetavia left her ship, hundreds of warriors rushing off either dragging their haul or leftovers of their prey, they all cackled and roared with glee as they enjoyed their precious cargo. She had no tastes for such pitiful things of course; they were merely teenagers and soldiers of simple rank, not a tough challenge. She preferred some of the other archons, because they usually tested mettle of her ability, and to which she delighted to torture.
She strolled by as she watched them screaming and crying in despair, it was a sound she enjoyed so often, she was joined by Shyntafae who quickly finished ordering her subordinates to drag her prey back into the chambers for her. They walked together to their rooms.
"So any plans for tonight's feast?" Xetavia asked.
"Nothing, I really ran out of ideas when I learnt of that colony's deployment of troops from that scout, we barely have anything to do for a good time. I guess I'll just join in on the gladiatorial matches for a bit, I hear that one cabal managed to capture a Fenris." She said with moderate interest.
They glided by through the grounds to their waiting transport, as soon as they sat down, Xetavia waved to depart. The ebony vehicles moved with a sharp jolt and continued to accelerate onwards, its passengers continuing their discussion as they travelled.
"That does sound tasteful, though I'd rather mount my new playmate before I join in; he has rather wonderful eyes even for such a pitiful mon'keigh." She replied.
"Well then I do feel good to hear you've something to look forwards to, during tonight's feast I hear that Archon Vendexi and Anaer had some new ideas as places to attack." She stated rather uncomfortably.
There had always been the still remaining political play launched by the dark eldar against each other, especially with Xetavia and Anaer, this led to much internal conflict, but mostly assassination attempts. Which Shyntafae usually managed to foil at times. Things were always the same here, not much different back in their own universe, but it was a constant reminder for Xetavia to keep her guard up.
"You suspect that they may have something that might undermine your power?" Shyntafae asked.
"He wouldn't call such a feast with Dracon Alaktel at his side if he wasn't." She stated distracted.
She seemed to pause and then waited and then continued. "This could be bad for both of us, if his plan goes through, he'll gain the support he needs to keep you bogged down and depose me. So much for avoiding the useless political bullshit that comes through here, even in another universe we can't seem to dodge something involving this."
There was an uneasy sense of fact, Shyntafae was right with her. "So, do you intend to play cat and mouse with him? I know that he holds a few hidden hands, but surely we'd have a good chance to even the scores?"
"…Yes, which is why I plan to play it, you don't need to worry hellcat, if everything goes according to plan in this universe. Then the cosmos must really have some sick sense of humour." She replied with some thought.
Xetavia was surely brewing something up, and if all went well, then that blind fool wasn't going to be ready for her little part in this game. Shyntafae departed and Xetavia planned, she needed to make sure that fool didn't win this game; he needed to balk at one point, something that made sure he didn't gain ground…
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(Question to anyone of and of Deviant Art, which does sexual content is prohibited, visual or just verbal/written, I'm not sure. Just warning any other readers here from either site.)
Archon Anaer sat upon his lounge, his armour gone and his back arched and tired, he lazed as he usually did, thinking about his coming plan. His body language at this point may not have looked serious but he was deadly serious in his core, and that was what drove him, to prove his worth as the better, the master, he dominate the field in plans, but not since they arrived, timing was all he needed.
Dracon Alaktel, his dear old friend agreed, he needed to grasp an opportunity and soon, or else he'd lose every chance in a long time before he could ever get another chance like this. Especially with upcoming events such as the Endless Dusk celebrations coming so soon, he wanted to make sure that he and his friend reached his goal at his side as the next archon in command and make sure that they were not opposed.
His hands arced over his slick and smooth hair, perfectly the way he liked it, he thought over to what he planned there was so much to do, and so little time, the timing was almost perfect, but there was the constant and unknown. Anaer was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the sound of soft footsteps approach. It wasn't up until those feet reached only a couple of meters away from him that he reacted, in a vicious toss of hands and arms he turned about and jumped about with his hidden wrist blade and pressed it upon the neck of something soft.
He looked to see it was his slave, an ex-banshee he captured sometime on a previous raid; she was trembling as he put the blade near enough to draw a bead of blood. He retracted the blade and said with a muse of humour lacing his voice.
"What might bring you here my dear trophy?"
She replied with a frightened and soothing tone.
"I heard of your return master, I thought you'd like to see me again."
"Ah, yes, it has been a while since I made you mine…" He smoothed his hands over her figure in a motion of lust.
It had been so long since he had been in the comfort of a woman, but that was just him going over his life, never bothering to pay as much details to everyone else, unless he needed them dead. His sharp nailed hands moved so harshly upon her subtle skin, like he did so often he knew that this was just his way of saying he did not love like humans did, he obsessed. This slave was his, he dominated her, his hands reached up to her long red hair and tugged hard upon it, she did not gasp in pain as she used to, as she was used to his treatment.
He began to kiss her exposed neck and began to bite into her, like his usual practice of carnal pleasure he began to mark her body with his clawed hands and smothered himself with her scent; he didn't really pay attention to his surroundings.
If he remembered her correctly she was named, Varesilia, he named her Lucillia as her slave name. And so he drove himself into her, dragging her onto soft lounge and began to strip her down, he did same and began to thoroughly work his way over her skin.
He took in her form before he began to ravage her body, long red hair, green eyes, beaten and welcoming to pain and pleasure, she had the body of the past even after all the sessions. Her skin still pale and smooth, he was going to enjoy smothering her form.
He kissed her belly and worker his way up, she arched in pleasure as he began to work his way around her body, it wasn't long before was gasped at the sheer pleasure of being encompassed by the Archon. He gracefully brought forwards her figure and then let their hips join; he regaled the moment in absolute pleasure before he violently thrust his member into her.
It was then that he began to increase his pressure on her, as he accelerated the patterns of flesh meeting flesh; she gasped constantly feeling the wonders of her master going through her. It was moments later that he ejaculated into her without stopping, and then brought her to his face.
"We're only beginning my dear Lucillia…"
(I'm sorry but I decided to lessen this here… don't know until DA might have some qualms about this, and also some of the guys on might ask me some questionable things, so keep it brief, but good.)
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Into the abyss, that what it was like for all those who survived the raids, especially for Oren-9987-0776, he was a marine, a young one at that. He was born as a clone of the UCAF, part of the Orussian Military ranks, trained and bred for war. He didn't think that this was what happened to those who lived in the stretches of the galaxy.
He had been on Darics Point near the Verger Nebula, he was stationed with over 2000 others, they were the best and the best never surrendered or simply gave into death. But now he wished that policy changed, he might be a warrior clone, but he was no idiot to simply accept this. These bastards had them taken here to be used as gladiators in their ring, he once protested to fight, to which he ended up dodging a lot of their warriors for 5 hours, the crowd got annoyed enough that they cancelled the event. And he ended up in a large set of chains for days on end, which honestly didn't break him.
Then Dracon Alaktel came to threaten him that if he didn't fight then he'd begin to execute them, but he responded with the fact that all of them were willing to die and they'd just make martyrs of them. He knew that Oren was correct in stating this, so instead he kept him on the side lines, and left him with bonding with a female eldar, he made sure to pick her for the next few matches with him, and it was that driven factor that made him fight. As an incentive he also made sure that his lover was always with him.
Alaktel was good in his means of motivation. Oren didn't fight then his lover does, and either way death to one of them, so that left Oren little choice, to keep his lover from danger, he'd fight for her sake until the end. He knew that he could get her and him loose from the control of these dark eldar, but it had to be a carefully planned thing, he needed to win this next Dusk tournament with his life intact for them to be freed to another level.
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The arena doors opened, and he was thrown forwards, his black carapace armour intact, and his blades active and working, he was faced by ripper pack wolves. They weren't like their original form of grey and soft fur. They were twisted and part mottled they looked like horrendous mutilations of their once natural forms wrecked by the dark eldar experimentation.
He ran forwards, his blades lighting his path as he struck forwards, his genetically augmented strength aiding him in battle as he sent a crashing blow to the first of the wolves. The blade passed through the torso and the other through the hind leg, the beast dropped in an instant, split apart.
The crowds roared at the first blood, they loved to see him battle, because he was the best of the cabal's merciless killing machines. He was the only one with purpose and fury, they wanted him to fight, but also win, and once he was freed as a slave, he'd be a gladiator/mercenary and that was one policy that Lady Xetavia allowed if he survived.
He hacked and sliced, blood spilling over his armour and on the sand covered floor, he dodged as a mass of razor sharp teeth bit down where his head had been moments before. He kicked his feet up and nailed the best in the belly and sent it flying into another.
He twisted upwards and dodged more teeth as the wolves tried to overwhelm him, he jumped back and ran at them again, he battled once more, knives and all turning in the air and coming down in furious slices and hacks, and with precision he diced over a dozen more.
He seemed to send these beasts to their graves and in moments it became a bloody haze of gore and blood. He grappled with one and shoved a gloved hand into its torso, he punched hard, and crushed the wolf's heart, and he dropped the carcass and began to finish the others.
It was only after the wolves that he was soon brought to face the dark eldar hellions, their attacks scratching his armour and suit, but most missing anything critical. He leapt up and grabbed one by the board and pulled himself on, the rider was horrified as the marine suddenly kicked him from behind and he was slung forwards into a wall pike.
Oren continued his gory battle with a sense of pride that he could overcome these damned dark eldar on their own weapons and abilities, but that didn't meant that they were to be underestimated.
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In the stands of the stadium, where a massive glass observation sphere watched from above, there all the glorious leaders of the cabals gathered, all enticed by the smells of food and the entertainment, they roared in approval at Dracon Alaktel's efforts in bringing their favourite warrior to fight. They all bartered that his life was to be sold, but Xetavia refused to sell him, he was a warrior of great honour and because of their policy, he earned his freedom from over the years, and besides he was a one man army, practically nothing short of an army of gladiators couldn't stop him.
Shyntafae agreed, the warrior needed to be released as part of his contract, and also because he was a freelance gladiator afterwards, he had no means of leaving the planet. And the only way he'd escape with his lover, was that if he got on a raid party with the cabals, but all the commanders knew not to allow him and that his loyalty was pledged with an automatic explosive range detection unit if he ever disobeyed or attempted escape.
He'd live here as a warrior of the arena either way, which stranded him, and that allowed Xetavia to manipulate him even more. Which was why the other cabals did not like her, she'd keep the best pieces of the arena for herself and use them against the other cabals, and they knew that she'd already agreed for his release if he won.
Many were planning to plot against her for this, but she was over a few steps ahead and they knew it, one wrong move and they were good as dead. Shyntafae was on the watch for her friend on top of which, and many of the other cabals knew that fighting Shyntafae meant an even worse death.
But that was the fact of being the cabal leader, Xetavia was the leader of the cabals, and only the one to depose or overrule her would be the next cabal patron or matron, which made things quite difficult for Anaer. It was then that he decided to release his plan.
Which was why this dinner was special, archon Anaer now toasted and said.
"Let us begin our first order of business, our next raid."
They murmured it seemed a bit unlike the archon to present such an event in light of Archoness Xetavia's success, it was a bold play, but it had their attention. He continued.
"I have come up with an ingenious plan that could and would and will bring in a new stock of slaves, not these pitiful mon'keigh meat puppets." He gripped his face in disgust as he emphasised his displeasure about the human slaves.
"Where would you suggest we get new slaves?" Archon Ixancess asked, his eyes twisting between the two competitive leaders.
"I suggest we go to our old kin and their dying people, they have set themselves within the region of Odessa Proxima, a system over a dozen light years away." He stated.
"Odessa? You mean the trade world in between the edge systems and the UCAF? I doubt that there are many of our kin living there." Ixancess replied questioningly.
"Not exactly, a report for one of my infiltration forces has reported that there is an exodite colony forming there, and sufficient numbers for out taking. And also the colony has drawn its forces to the defence in the front lines only recently, which means that there is low defences for now and that the only ships that are in system are trade vessels."
"Which means an open glass case with a jewel ripe for the taking right underneath their noses." Dracon Alaktel stated.
The archon and the Dracon looked across to the other end, from all the looks of agreement and support the cold stare and mirthless smile of Lady Archoness Xetavia looked at him with guileless flaw, he knew he had struck up a storm, and someone had to either bust or break.
He felt thrilled, he was going to show that mon'keigh how to do things right….
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In the depths of slip-space travelling within its ever present swirls of boundless light, the Mistral Dream rode the endless waves through to its destination. The Mistral was a UCA trade ship, it was 750m of titanium and iridium and plated gravity armour it headed on through the vortex of light.
On the command deck Evans Morden watched as his ship reached its final destination, the high ports of Morpheus, the capital of the Odessa Sectors. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the planet was still bristling with life; he'd be able to get great wares on his cargo, 3 weeks of hard work ready to be paid off by the colonists of the planet.
Morpheus was a critical zone in the UCAF, it was colonised by the eldar and the UCAF, their combined colonisation was a great effort for the people to live. Eldar lived in high rises and their more luxurious homes, apart from their human counterparts who lived in small prefabs and moderate sized homes. These conditions were usually how things were in the UCAF colonies with the eldar, they'd preoccupy the better or moderately good homes, and the human colonists simply accept their homes as they are.
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2531
UCAF Edge of Grace
Warlock Vara Ishal wandered in her usual warlock garb, the tight dress seemed to still grab as much attention as it did when in the presence of the seers; she was always seen as somewhat of a beauty, that alone had her reputation as a warlock constantly changing. She was on this UCAF ship as part of the exchange and patrol program, she was only here as an assistant to possible attacks.
But she had never been in much danger since joining, the odd battles she had been in had seen many minor victories, however the war had seemingly gone quiet here in this sector of space. The covenant advances had been almost non-existent; she wondered where they might have gone.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she was greeted by a peppy faced child, he smiled and said.
"Vara, are you going to lunch yet? I've got some new recipes!"
Jordan Hartman, the hyper active marine who cooked grenades and explosives for fun; he had a record for being the most annoying enemy to kill and had a weapons skill of a dark reaper and a harlequin. If anything could sum it up, it would be young Khaine on cocaine.
"Jordan, what new abominations of flavour have you made this time? Let me guess, flayed soup with a side order of roasted grunts?" She asked sarcastically.
"Nope that's next month. We've got miso soup and a lot of fresh meat from the Angus systems; they're supplying us with a lot new stock, possibly because I put down like 50 orders or something." He shrugged.
"Well, it's good to hear that someone seems to be in high spirits." Vara replied.
He looked at her with a questionable grin. "Well are you going for lunch?" He asked.
"A bit later, I don't really feel that hungry…" She replied truthfully.
Her stomach had enough of an assault since breakfast, to which she wondered why she even bothered to eat that scrambled Moa Egg with toast and Tobuscus Bacon, and that weird orange juice called Valley Forge. She almost had heart burn after the bacon, and the toast with the egg was more than she could handle.
She smiled kindly and somewhat as a front so she could just leave. "Have a good day monkey."
(Yes, instead of Mon'keigh, she calls Jordan monkey.)
He returned her smile and absently walked off to his kitchen, she was amazed that, that child was a marine with a demolitions record and scout profile, she couldn't put her finger on the fact that he was almost impossible to kill.
She walked to her room, the small bull metal grey 5x5 room with nothing more than the bare essentials, she and only all eldar had their own rooms, rather to the dubious fact that they constantly complained about sharing rooms with humans. The UCAF wasn't too happy about the constant complains and simply selected specific ships that had certain rooms that could house their needs and put them on the vessels, afterwards not many complaints were really filed, except the colour schemes, to which the UCAF simply said for them to do it themselves.
Her room was still standard grey, and she honestly didn't care, seeing as she was used to changing ships every so often. The Grace was supposed to be a heavy cruiser; the 5.5km ship was on route to Nevada Theta, the system was filled with incoming ships from over the front lines, and thus her next stop off before being transferred to the UCAF Gates of Haven.
She was being sent along with most of the remaining marauders of the ship to there so that they'd be redeployed across the patrol lines. She heard that there'd been a sharp increase with attacks on the front lines. The covenant may have been planning to breach the front lines and directly attack the colonies or the craftworld Kher-Ys itself.
The eldar patrols had increased steadily over the past year as the war continued and thus a significant force of ships were now slip-space capable, the UCAF was going to pull away their last security and defence forces once the eldar had confirmed full acquisition of military strength.
Vara had never seen the UCAF more than they were, simple beings, they lived simple lives and died simply as they lived, short. But that reality was shaken when she learnt that not all things were the same, she had seen the powers of the advents when in talks with Farseer Taldeer of Ulthwe, their meeting was one that had revealed the difference of this universe to their own.
Now living in a universe where the warp didn't even exist, it was a very odd change from their life styles, Vara had to adapt to the fact that her powers were almost nothing and that she was going to have to deal with going through another set of training just to learn to live in this universe.
She really didn't want to give up on so many years of following the path of a warlock to being some being that happens to possess something called quantum manipulation. Vara liked the idea that she no longer relied upon the warp, but being nulled to a point where her psychic powers were all but nought. Then it really affected her.
She sat down on a couch near the port window that looked into slip-space, it was so different, she could see the wisps of energy rippling by the ship, and they looked entrancing. This was nothing like the warp, nothing to feel or hear, it was pure energy simple and powerful, if she learnt to gain access to this power, she'd be able to do anything that the advents could do.
She closed her eyes, and then went to rest, lying down on her bed, she didn't bother to change, and she had a dinner to attend in about 2 hours. And she really didn't want to bother herself with going over anything in her wardrobe.
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2531- November
Fleet of Glorious Retribution (Engorge of Souls)
Heartslayer had been quite contempt with how much time had passed, 6 months since the end of the first talks and the first launch of his special fleet. His plan to ransack the colonies of the eldar nearby was in progress; however that was not without some question, the prophets had tasked him with ensuring that these eldar were alive and well, they'd be needed for another plan that they had in motion.
He replied to keep his promise of the capture and control of the eldar and their allies; however this was met with a lot of contempt. The other ship masters did not entirely trust him, this maybe in the good of the covenant, and he maybe a kin, but they sensed that he was one without true honour.
He attempted to deal with them by sending their ships to scout out enemy positions, mostly near the imperials, so that they'd be the first to know of his displeasure of their insubordination. The others under his command were manipulated by the demonettes, their enticing forms of dancing an art that had graced even the most brutalised warriors.
Heartslayer was unsure to continue on his path, he had secured his position and that was for sure, but he wasn't in the clear yet, the covenant was so easy to reach via their honour and pride, but he was still lacking, he needed to reach a prophet.
He smiled, he had liked the idea, when he reached the prophets then it was it, the covenant would bow to him, and then he'd tear the whole thing from underneath from their feet. The schism would weaken them for his new covenant, and his order would slaughter all who would stand against him.
He focused back on his temporary work once more, the UCAF was still holding out, he had no doubt that the imperials had probably secured their position within the alliance and the eldar, well he knew who his real enemies were.
"Commander, where's the nearest enemy colony?"
"At sector 233-223." The elite officer replied.
"Good, let's go purge some heretics…"
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(This is going to get a little freaky, and yes I don't really care about hippies.)
Tharsus had never imagined how wonderful the world was, it was like no more war or blood, it was just so awesome, he was sitting on his linen rear end on this bed watching something called Grey's Anatomy; he had no idea how long he had been so angry, but now it was like…
He smoked from the local made pomade bong, the locals were so free spirited, they call this place… haven, or something of the sorts. He arrived 2 years ago when he found nothing to do, he was so high…
"Wow this is awesome…" He said watching the show over the solar celled plasma.
No longer the pain or the damned euphoria, sure it was fun, but it drains so fast.
"Hey man, got some more hash?"
"Sure." His brother replied.
He didn't know why he came here in the first place, all he remembered was that he came to kill them all, but then the acid and the stuff fumed his head, he thought it was toxic crap that they were shoving down their throats, but now he changed his mind, it was so much like freedom.
"Hey man, any more tunes?" He asked.
(Dear Khorne help us all)
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Diary log of Corporal Mikael Arakovski- Marauders 2015th
Now how to explain to one what an ork is? An ork is an 8ft killing machine, without a proper brain, or with one and just doesn't uses it, now to clarify here's an example. 2 days ago on the eastern front of the Operation Stalingrad. 20,000 strong orks were leading an attack on a small outpost in the 'Valley of winter's Grasp', now during the attack the marines who were left to defend the outpost were out gunned 100:1 and only 10 vehicles were available. The teams then formulated a plan, that wouldn't have tricked a 12 year old, but the orks took the bait, the largest threat possible in the valley was an entrenched position above a plateau, and the orks took to with the help of 3 bikes.
When they arrived, the ATV teams signalled for the teams who were watching from above to begin their plan, 14 charges of high explosives were planted in the path of the horde and 24 in the higher mountains, the charges stopped the orks advance. It stunned them long enough for 400,000 tonnes of snow to come crashing on their heads.
At the conclusion, it was pretty obvious that orks couldn't tell the difference from a trap to a bunch of sticks… but you don't want to be saying that when they're up close and personal with you.
-Recording end…-
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The green menace! Do not tolerate the ugly as Orks! Marines take aim and don't let them get too close for comfort! - Warning for all UCAF marines on standard ork infantry.
The campaign on Tertiary Septimus, the war for nothing more than sand and dirt, the orks had been fighting for the control of the UCAF colony of TS-14 for almost 3 months now, it was impossible to say when they arrived, but from track records it seemed some odd leader of the orks had decided to walk the whole army there.
The orks attacked a UCAF pillar post outpost in the middle of nowhere and followed on from there to the UCAF colony of the South Eastern Continental City of Shiou. The city was placed under siege for almost 3 weeks and by the time the siege ended the orks had been driven into the forests of TS 14, UCAF HIGH COM and Imperial Systems command had ordered for the UCAF Marauders of the Jungle specialists of Callistan and Calliban to begin clearing the forests out for the normalities to return for the colonists.
As of now that was supposed to be an easy task, but dealing with brutish orks in their natural habitat, where you couldn't tell the trees from an ork, was kind of difficult. Clark Smith of the Anomian Military Marauders had not liked this idea one bit.
Being part of the UCAF 2332nd Jungle Marauders should have been an easy task, but not in a million years would you ask a UCAF Jungle Marauder to go into a forest where it was literally teaming with enemies who had greater skill at survival in hostile environments. But then again, the orks were brutish and stupid, well a good number anyway.
But those who knew how to just get through without detection were the most worrying of all; the UCAF had to deal with them attacking the UCAF depots and munitions supply shipments. This was the reason why Clark had been ordered along with the whole UCAF Marauders into this soup of greenery and rocks, to kill an enemy that would be just as deadly as he was.
"God I love this job…" He grunted pulling himself out of the truck.
Clark picked up his combat reflective armour carapace, he didn't need the whole suit, seeing as how hard it would be to know of an enemy nearby, his arms in the air was all he needed and one repeater class carbine, the number of orks was going to be the only problem he'd be facing. He signed to the truck to keep going, he'd be rallying with the other marauders in the jungle near a location overlooking the supposed ork positions.
Shifting his armour, he jumped up and ran…
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The Western frontier, the last of the most dangerous fronts, it was the edge of the most brutal combat in the war, 200 planets were being contested over, with 75,000 ships in the region fighting for control of the planets. The covenant had been attacking the planets for over 8 years and now the UCAF was ready to take the fight to them.
The UCAF had brought to an active start new armaments from the Hyperion development departments, the Hyperion development teams had created an Eldar compatible Mobile Suit into the war, the suit was called the Wraith Stalker. A 15m suit with 4 extendable wings, and a beam rifle which also looked much like an eldar shuriken catapult rifle, the suit had 2 beam swords, and a stealth cloak which mimicked the eldar Rangers cloaking gear. But the most distinct feature was the suit's ability to look much like a wraith bone construct.
The UCAF had worked on the idea of bringing the Eldar to the war on an equal plane, and this was the way that they wanted to help, to familiarise the eldar with the UCAF technology, it wasn't hard to get a good grasp upon, and thus the eldar had worked well with the tech. But the eldar did complain that the UCAF made their suits slower, but that was mostly because of the suits being for non-augmented personnel.
The eldar wanted a suit that could live up to certain expectations of the pilots who used the suits, and thus the RND departments had been almost on full tilt to get the MS-EWS01 to level standards. The eldar were soon to use the suit in the field, and the UCAF wanted to make a very good impression for them to build upon the foundations of allies and friends, sure there were times that the UCAF would step on the toes of the eldar lightly, but nothing went sour.
In the testing ship, Evanescence, the eldar teams were being suited into their new MS units, their counterparts were those of the MS-E15 units, the Storm Breakers, the E15 were known as the Zodiac class MS units. The suits were heavy blue and turquoise, the suits only required a single main camera. The suits were made as incredibly versatile unit made to face off against anything that the covenant could challenge them with.
The main pilot was walking from his room; Duo Maxwell had never felt so comfortable being around female pilots, mostly because they tended to pummel him for saying something. But what could he say, he was only 16. He passed down a corridor when he noticed something odd, a man popping out from a closet. He was wearing an odd blue pinstripe suit with a tie and long trench coat. He looked about baffled for a moment.
"Oh, boy titanium hull, UCAF design, standard military for the main navy, hadn't seen one of these in a long time." The spiky brown haired man gibbered.
Duo decided to ask. "Um excuse me?"
The man froze and turned about and smiled. "Hello, just passing through."
"And who might you be?" Due inquired.
The man whipped out a piece of paper, the cover folding back and he showed the pilot who he was, the title stated.
"ONI Section: III, ED-0, rank XO."
Duo figured that the man might have been ONI, but he had never seen an ONI operative as active as the man that was now in front of him. He just said. "Okay commander, what might you be doing here, and why were you inside a closet?"
"Oh, long story, just got from running, and thought that there might have been a tap nearby."
"Drink taps are just down the hall sir." Duo said.
"Oh, thanks, well better get going, I guess you better get to your test." He said and jogged off.
"Who the fuck was that?" Duo mouthed to himself.
The pilot went down to his suit in the hangar; he'd just have to figure it out later.
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Equestria!
Ante Sanchez didn't know if he was cursed or just very lucky, he had been on the front lines when the battle for a certain star system began, but when that drew to a close, the UCAF was being evacuated from the system, a stray bolt of plasma infused itself into the hull of his ship, the whole frigate was forced to drop out of slip-space, the frigate then proceeded to crash on a mystery planet, to which he had figured out when a strange being came up to him and explained it to him.
Now he was on a planet with thousands of other marines on a world called Equestria, where they were live with ponies, talking ponies, where they could pick up cupcakes and muffins with flexible hooves and strange abilities which seemed to drive the Marauder into a sense of complete madness.
Andre wasn't the only marine who had taken to the idea of living on this planet as insane, the ponies were odd to say the least, there was something like a normality once one got into the hang of things, but talking ponies and magic seemed to freak the UCAF Marauder out. He just hoped that being on the planet didn't wear down his sanity, because that weird pink one kept of trying to party with the marines, he decided that it was better not to ask too many questions about that one though.
He sat on his backside and just laughed to himself, of all the places, he ended up here. Why were ponies invading the whole universe?
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Eureka VII
Kara had finally had the long run of her career over, and now she was facing the end of her rope quite literally. Things should have been so simple, the inquisition would have no reason to suspect that she and her sisters had been hiding here, but it seemed that fate would catch up inevitably. A fight with Julia had resulted in her exposure to some of the mortal scum which served the Inquisition of the Imperials, she had tried to lie, trick, kill, but nothing had worked.
And now she was here. "Well at least things could have been worse." She grinned.
"Under orders of the inquisition, you demon, have been found here in the intent of sowing discord and chaos into the population of Eureka VII, you are here by terminated." Lady Inquisitor Lilith Firenze announced.
Kara just smiled and said. "Why don't you just shut up and do it already?"
She didn't wait another moment, a sharp crack resounded and Kara felt herself lift off the ground, her body exited from the window she had been standing at, after that she felt nothing, no warp, no light, no sound, this was absolute death. No immaterium waiting to grab her before absolute oblivion, she just hoped that Julia had managed to escape with her life intact.
She smiled at that thought; it was the first time she had bothered to think about anyone else.
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Lady Inquisitor Lilith placed her bolter away, she couldn't help but feel a bit sad to what she had done, but this was how things were in the Inquisition, and she did them well. She walked away from the place where the body had exited; she had to leave the rest of the city for the stormtroopers and search teams of newly trained psychic adepts to go hunting for other demons. She just needed time to gather herself. So much had changed in time, Alex had become so much a part of her retinue and so did that eldar, and that new addition Rey, she couldn't pin what it was, but the child had something wrong with him.
The UCAF was dealing with the tau in the outer fringe colonies; they hoped to keep them contained from spreading any further, especially since they were trying to gain slip-space technology. Rey had been contained and recovered, after his episode with that lying xeno scum that tried to coerce him into following their damned greater good.
Lilith couldn't help but feel tired from this ordeal, the Tau and now this, what else could possibly go wrong?
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"What the hell could possibly go wrong? Jezebel, this is why we don't say that out loud." Archer said as he stood with 4 inquisition storm troopers surrounding him. Rose had been recovered during a raid on one of the bars down in this small port city, it seemed that the whole place had hidden demonettes in hiding places, but now Rose had been caught up in all of this.
Jezebel charged her powers with Rose, they needed to save their host or they risked death, but they weren't at full strength. Archer pulled his sword and repeater out, he took aim, he knew these storm trooper classes, they were vicious and tough, and he knew that this was going to end badly if he didn't get them out fast.
He waited for one to make their moves. He unhinged a grenade and prepared.
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ONI lieutenant Jorgen worked around the desk observing the recovered pieces of tech from the damaged ruins of the covenant MKV armour, the external exoskeleton was surprisingly resilient, it was also almost all UCAF tech, the covenant had copied a good number of things into creating this suit. It unsettled the officer; he needed to contact high command soon, also about the eldar prisoners that they had recovered.
The Helldiver squad and the Space Marines were busy recovering from their operation, their recovered kin from the covenant was in blue ward, medical intensive treatment, she was psychologically overwritten by the covenant to fight the UCAF it would be a while before the UCAF advents could repair most of the damage, right now they'd leave her alone with Matthias.
Thaea was busy working on helping her tortured kin recover from their ordeal, the covenant had been brutal and blunt on them, they had marks of burns and neural injections, and it wasn't a pretty sight. They had been brutally abused throughout their imprisonment, she was getting them to at least eat, but with the fact that they had been left with the covenant for so long it hadn't helped with their sanity.
From what the reports stated the covenant had managed to acquire the prisoners from some kind of new fleet master, his position was to hunt down the eldar though, and more specifically use the eldar to work against the UCAF. This burned a fury within Thaea, she had never seen such brutality from the elites, and their race was one that didn't seem capable of doing such things? Brutes she could see and understand, but the elites granted their prisoners quick and painless deaths not to waste time.
Whoever this new fleet master was, he had a sadistic streak that bordered on insanity.
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Reverence
Taldeer had been getting used to the fact that she had opened her mind to the universe around her, it was so different, but it let her understand why her race had failed so grievously in the past, if they bothered to go anywhere else with their lives, they'd have stumbled on the quantum universe, but with the webway and the warp their own, it seemed so unnecessary to research into these powers.
She could feel the universe around her, it was so wonderful and complex, it was calm and direct, it was understanding though, no other being besides those who could do what she could ever understand this feeling. She turned her attention away; she needed to remember that there were others who needed her in the material universe, one person specifically.
She opened her eyes. "Ishala."
She left the room to head to her child's cradle, she baby so pale, yet possessing such powers, she'd be the first of a new generation to come into this universe, free from Slaanesh's touch, and capable of finding the future of their race. If all things went well the future would be set of humanity and the eldar to accomplish the one thing that they had failed to in their own universe, peace.
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(Thanks to all of you… we have now arrived at a cross point of the story, I should have mentioned the pregnancy of Taldeer with Ikage, but that was something I was not sure of doing yet, the whole story was still being fleshed out and I forgot. So yeah, I should explain that part a little later, and this was supposed to tie in with the other stories so yeah it was kind of my bad.
Well let's see, we have the necrons and then the whole Tau faction, not to mention the corruption of the covenant to come and then we have to face the flood and the orks!
How should we go on about this? I have no idea!
If you'd like to suggest anything as a story plot that would be welcome, because I have been getting seriously tied up with things on my end with my exams coming up, so all the chapters in other stories will get shorter and this was written about a month ago, I just couldn't be bothered to finish it all till today.)
