I know that I'm inserting an OC but there are no characters, other than the emperor, from the 25th millennium. I'm going to have a good time with Warhammer's edition of ancient humanity.
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John Shepard
Ancient Terra, Asia, Dark Age of Technology
Date: 25th Millennium
There was darkness.
Then SCIENCE said, "Let there be light", for this is the reasoning of humanity.
Jamul was but a manipular, the lowest form of humanity. Of course, at only 12 years old, not much could be expected, even from a member of the most powerful KNOWN race in existence… if you left out the Eldar, who took all of their power not from technology, but physic potential and mastery of the webway.
His parents had… not been flattered by his behavior. Maybe that's why he had been banished from his family's estate on Titan, sent to live with a substitute family.
His ancilla, Rachel, remarked, "Deep in introspection, I see. Unfortunately, you seem to be ignoring the man who's attempting to ask for directions…"
Perking up, and surprising the daylights out of Shepard, Jamul said, "Greetings, my friend. Do you require any assistance?"
Sizing up the rather tall and suited figure of this… juvenile, he asked, "Yes. I'm Commander John Shepard from the United Nations Space Command, and I would like to ask where the nearest government establishment is located."
Alarms bells went off in Jamul's head, as any person should feel when an armored and heavily-armed individual in strange combat-garb asks for directions to a government establishment.
Frowning behind his non-opaque visor, Jamul said, "Is your ancilla malfunctioning, my friend? I don't believe military-grade AI's would deteriorate without warning…"
Finish this pathetic sprout. Only then will I award you the next step.
Moving with instinctual savagery, John Shepard said, "Yes, lord Vaatu."
Within moments, Jamul was but a memory, his warp-tainted carcass nothing but a smoking bag of flesh…
Master Builder Faber
Ancient Terra, Asia, Dark Age of Technology
Date: 25th Millennium
The last thing I remembered was… no, I should be dead. I had not planned to survive the firing of the Omega Halo, my last act of redemption.
Then, I absorbed my surroundings. Strange… a forerunner vessel. Calling up the ancilla of the vessel, it replied, "Welcome, Master Builder Faber. I am the author of this fanfiction and have decided to temporarily commandeer this ancilla for conveying news. I must tell you: I am doing you a tremendous favor. No other author would probably supply you with a modified 100 km fortress class vessel with a Gellar field generator and a warp drive. Enjoy this chance while it lasts."
The ship suddenly cycled, with the symbol of a 'dumb' forerunner AI appearing on the holo-projector.
The AI chirped, "Attention, we are receiving hails from the planet identified as Erde-Tyrene. Signal analysis indicates forerunner origin. Recommended course of action?"
"Please reply to them, and tell them of my predicament."
The AI responded, "The response has been met with cynicism. The admiral of this system's defense fleet claims that no such thing as the ecumene exists, and that all inhabitants of this system are human. Their fleet requests your immediate surrender."
Growing desperate, Faber asked, "What is the status of our Ancilla restrainers?"
The AI responded, "All offensive and defensive systems are operating at full efficiency."
Faber said, "Target the AI constructs within this system, and attempt to turn them against these humans. Also, drop the neural array generator into this… warp."
"All orders have been carried out. Erde-Tyrene is falling into chaos… signal analysis has determined that constructs known as 'men of iron' are attacking their human masters. Mars is falling…"
As the results of his deeds were prattled off by the vessel's ancilla, Faber couldn't help but realize, with horror, what he had just done to a whole species…
Suddenly, "Master Builder, unidentified warp spike detected in Asia."