Void Keeper Wars - Warhammer 40K
This is a crossover between Warhammer 40K and StarGate, StarWars, StarCraft. I always wanted a new race for Warhammer 40K. The new race is an amalgamation of the Galactic Empire of StarWars, Goa'uld Empire of StarGate, and the Terran and Protoss from StarCraft. I will be using the Clone Wars era for the StarWars, and post Ori-invasion for the Goa'uld, and units from both StarCraft and StarCraft 2. I don't own anything from Warhammer 40K, StarGate, StarWars, StarCraft. I am just writing it for fun.
This chapter will feature some of the weapons from the StarWars universe. One All Terrain Tactical Enforcer (AT-TE) appears.
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Spartan 156: Thank you for your input. I see that you are a StarWars fan. Unfortunately, we are in the Warhammer universe, and frankly, the Clone Trooper armour looks too thin, and their rifles don't seem to do too much damage. Well, they do have the cool machines like AT-ATs. Not even the Space Marines can stand against the huge four-legged vehicles.
Masin: Thank you for your continual input, Masin. I will add the Terminators soon. There will be other Space Marine chapter pouring into this region to fight, so we will see plenty of action and cool vehicles!
R'N'Rer: Thanks for the notice! Necrons are not weak, just not appearing as much as others. Others things will soon come into play. When The full scale invasion commences, all the races of the Warhammer galaxy will use everything they have!
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Chapter 10: First victory
Though they had defeated the enemy and stoped them from setting up a beachhead, the soldiers of the Imperium began to retreat as per their orders. Their current position was far too vulnerable despite their victory. One ship had escaped and fled to the ruins of Morgrogh, once capital of the Eldar forces on the planet. Now, it was something else. The new enemy had begun constructions all over the ruined stronghold of the Eldar and all over other Eldar strongholds that they had taken. As ordered, the Space Marines headed to the fortress town of Desrai and the Imperial Guards headed back for the Sanctus Domus. The Fortress Carrier, personal atmospheric transport for the Lieutenant General, arrived above the battlefield to carry the remaining White Hammers to Desrai.
The Apothecaries were extremely busy as they tried to save or kill the remaining Space Marines, and to extract the glands. The medics of the Imperial Guards did their best to aid the Apothecaries, as they treated the Space Marines who could live. The Imperial Guards who were seriously injured were killed by the Commissars and sergeants as the medics busied themselves aiding the Space Marines. After all, the Space Marines are the elite chosen of the Emperor and were fare more valuable than Imperial Guardsmen. While the Apothecaries were doing their duty, the tech priests who were with the reserves were being loaded on to the Thunderhawks. They were to be immediately transported to Desrai to study the alien space ship.
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Brother-Captain Targrith and the two Salamander Space Marines found themselves on the planet inside a massive valley, with the cliff faces at least fifty metres high. They checked their bolters for ammo, which they found to have one clips each and a couple of extra ammunitions left over, and they headed toward east as they detected several Imperial communication signatures in that direction. They walked for a couple of hours as they constantly tried to contact any Imperial forces. As they were becoming frustrated, they began to hear something. It was not Imperial transmission, but the code was similar. One of the Space Marines, who was taking the point, hid himself behind the rock and gestured Targrith to do the same. The Space Marines hid themselves behind the rocks. The Space Marines carefully peered around the rock and found a ruin of an Eldar fortification, now in smoking ruins. Targrith cautiously stepped out of the rocks and walked toward the wall.
It was strange to see the Eldar-built wall, as the Eldar rarely built anything so immovable and difficult to hide. Targrith then noticed other things. Something not Eldar. Dozens of grey-white ships with long wings in set up in triangular shapes landed and lifted off, and sounds of construction, welding of metal and sound of soldiers marching. They carefully climbed the low Eldar wall, noting the damages on it. From the top of the wall, the Salamander Space Marines could see nearly a hundred white armoured soldiers moving in groups of tens. Half of them were patrolling, but other half were not wielding weapons but construction tools, and building large structures.
The white armoured soldiers were unloading long metal pillars and carrying it to the construction site where they were erecting four tall towers around a half-hemisphere-like structure. They were also digging a cave through a cliff face. They had large six legged machine, with weapons on both front and back. The front had a long turret on the top, which fired a stream of green beam, which cut through the rocks of the cliff.
Targrith turned to face his Space Marines.
"I am uncertain how many we can take on before the lack of ammo and the superior number of the enemy force us to succumb to death."
"We can take them on and die gloriously, Brother-Captain."
Targrith growled.
"No. We must survive. At this moment, dying, even in the name of the Emperor, is useless waste of our lives. We must give up our lives for the good of the Imperium, not for our personal glory."
"Yes, Brother-Captain."
"We must seize that vehicle. It will provide us with shield while we utilize its weapons against them."
"But isn't using alien technology against the will of the Emperor?"
"We have not choice, Space Marine. We must utilize anything to be victorious."
"Perhaps we should turn back, sir."
"No! We cannot let these aliens attempt to build stronghold here. Once we have wiped them out, we will be able to use their machine to get to an Imperial territory faster."
"Yes, Brother-Captain."
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The Salamander Space Marines charged. Targrith, despite the fact that he was running, fired well-aimed volleys from his bolter at the white armoured soldiers. They were surprised to say the least. Targrith quickly understood the level of the enemy's training when the enemy soldiers immediately returned fire. With their blue plasma bolts whizzing past him, the mighty captain of the Salamanders, crashed into the ranks of the white armoured soldiers. The Clones Soldiers, with their training stemming from their very genes and lifetime of training, fired their weapons at the massive hulk that crushed the fellow clones.
Targrith quickly fired five shots into the Clone Troopers and slashed his chain blade across their necks. With sickening crunches and whirring, blood and upper spines splattered upon the surviving clones. With his right arm stretched to left in swinging his blade, his right was open to two enemies. The clone fired, and Targrith felt the small shocks of superheated plasma drilling holes into the thick power armour. He knew that his armour would make it impossible for his blade to reach the enemy. Instead, he bent his arm and smashed the clone's head with his elbow. The thick covering of the power armour's elbow guard crunched its way into the helmet of the Clone Trooper and rattled the brain. The clone wavered for a moment and fell with a thud. During that time, other Space Marines finished off the remaining clones. Other clones saw the Space Marines and came running, firing their weapons at them.
"Marine, go! Capture that vehicle!"
Targrith shouted as he slashed down a Clone Engineer wielding a blow torch. He aimed and fired at the running Clone Troopers, emptying his bolter. When he ran out of ammo, he swore and tucked it on his belt. Then he bent down to pick up the pistol hanging on the dead Clone Engineer's belt. It was made for fingers a lot smaller than his, but the power armour simply crushed the guard and pressed the trigger. The deadly accuracy of the Space Marine Captain's shooting easily took down four Clone Troopers before the incoming hail of plasma bolts forced Targrith to hide behind a stack of boxes.
When he looked back, the two Space Marines already made their way to the vehicle and were climbing it. He emptied the alien's pistol at the enemy. Two more down, and another thirty four to go. The box hiding his head began to shake from the incoming fire and when Targrith moved aside, the box fell down, cracking open. Inside were four rifles used by the Clone Troopers. Silently grinning, Targrith picked one up and looked at it. It was easy to see that the rifle was firing plasma and it had to be turned on. He quickly found the switch and powered it up. As the Clones began to turn their attention to the two Space Marines climbing up the vehicle, Targrith reappeared from behind the boxes and fired. With his chain blade stuck on the ground, the Captain of the Salamanders fourth company fired two rifles, instantly taking down three before taking cover.
Suddenly, a green beam scorched the earth as the Clone Troopers and Engineers got blasted by the long barrelled turret of the vehicle. The Space Marine manning the open cockpit turret seemed very much squeezed in, barely able to fit in at all, but he was able to fire. Then the vehicle began to move. It turned around and the other Space Marine, with a dead Clone Pilot next to him, controlled the machine and targeted the Clone Troopers. The battle was short after that. With the vehicle, the Space Marines easily cleared the few remaining clones, who fought to the very last man, and claimed the stronghold.
As the Space Marines jumped off the vehicles, they saw an unfamiliar ship slowly moving over their heads. It bore the mark of the Imperial Guard Cafalas Regiments. Targrith immediately called in.
"This is Captain Targrith of the Salamander Chapter Fourth Company. This is Captain Targrith to the Imperial Guard transport flying over us, do you hear me?"
"We hear you, honoured captain. What can we do for you?"
"We require extraction and transportation of a captured alien land vehicle. Tech priests will want to study this."
"Understood. We are touching down."
"Where are you headed? I need to get to Sanctus Domus."
"We are heading to the town of Desrai transporting White Hammer Space Marines. The Lieutenant General wants them in Desrai."
"Who is this Imperial Guard general who dares to think he can command the Space Marines. Huh? We are the Emperor's finest!"
"The order was given by the Librarian Gilmore of the White Hammers, captain."
"I see. Where is this Librarian?"
"In Desrai, sir."
"Very well. Get me to Desrai as well."
"Yes, sir. Can you move the vehicle few metres to the cliffs, sir? This ship can't land because of it."
"Understood. Targrith out."
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Greeted by the White Hammers on board the Fortress Carrier of the Imperial Guards, Captain Targrith went straight to the cockpit. He could see four Imperial Navy pilots and an open window. He asked the chief pilot.
"What's our ETA?"
"Fifteen minutes, brother-captain."
"Any news from the fleet above?"
"Which fleet, sir?"
"The fleet of Salamanders Space Marines. I had my entire company up there."
"Oh, I'm sorry to say only one ship survived. The flagship survived and it has retreated to the Imperial Navy fleet near the southern pole. The unknown enemy ship is still floating above the northern pole."
"Damn it. Damn those aliens to the depth of Chaos! By the Emperor's name, I will avenge my men."
"Oh, sir. General and the lord Librarian has captured one of the ships that came down to the planet. The tech priests are studying it now in Desrai. That's why we are going there. We don't want the wretched Chaos or the Necrons taking away our prize."
"Indeed. What of Eldar. They are the… least hostile aliens on this planet."
"Well, the new aliens have crushed their armies here. Only two strongholds remain for them. I think the general and the Librarian had captured one of their leaders and tortured it for information, or something."
"I see. Can you go faster?"
"We are going at the optimal speed, sir. We have some wounded on board, and the Apothecaries said to not to give a bumpy ride."
"Very well, pilot. Carry on."
"Yes, sir."
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The powerful Lair Ship carrying the mighty Kafraxialus the Flame Blade, slowly descended down to the planet. It was so gradual and its engines so powerful, the ship did not suffer any overheating from the entry into the atmosphere. Slowly, but determinedly, the gigantic ship began to descend upon the ruins of the Eldar capital of Morgrogh, where new shiny structures now resided. A magnificent palace-fortress stood in the centre of the ruins, decorated and coloured according to the descend ship, and its top open with many hatches to connect with the ship.
Around the palace-fortress were more structures, various statues of great beauty and glamour, as well as large green parks with trees and flowers surrounded the palace. Just outside the park were the towers with defensive weapons mounted on them. Walls were erected along the towers and great gates, decorated with marble and gold, stood in each of the four directions.
To the west were a dozen great pyramids loosely positioned all over the mesa, and small crude barracks located between the pyramids, and Jaffa marching around them. To the north were metallic barracks and armoury and defence towers, filled with Clone Engineers constructing the buildings and the Clone Troopers marching about. To the east were the empty, but paved ground, with brightly coloured rectangles with large numbers written inside. They would read 'Barracks 1', or 'Factory 2', or 'Starport 1'. Between these drawings were machines about the size of a Space Marine, but hovering, moved about busily, constructing what seemed to be bunkers and missile turrets, and strange storage structures. The Terran Marines would enter and entrench the bunkers, and they were joined by thicker armoured Firebats carrying large fuel tanks on their backs.
The stronghold was ready to receive its master.
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