Gamers in the Multiverse...WTF!

Chapter 11

Bazerker

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Having sent my short message to Abraxas, I refocused my efforts onto my new home. Prospero was mine now, and I won't let anything endanger it or the fragile humans that live here. I command any and all Golden Army units to begin capturing the closest empty cities near my fortress, and to clear the areas around those cities for any and all hostile life. I had seen a few utterly gigantic wasp-esqe beasts flying around the walls, how ever the turrets were working perfectly and completely annihilated the curious beasts.

The immediate threat of giant bugs having been temporarily addressed, I had the massive factories I have built underground begin to construct a small shuttle transport. My scans of the only human inhabited city on this planet was located high in the mountains where the air was thin, and I wasn't going to leave then undefended and without respawn a single moment longer then what was necessary. The shuttle was very similar to that which I had used to enter the 'citadel' of the primitive council species, it was in essence a sphere, roughly forty-five feet in diameter, equipped with four landing struts in the lower hemisphere, a ion drive for propulsion, and an extremely powerful, hyper condensed, atomization shield. It would have no weapons, as this would be a, hopefully, peaceful conquest.

That being said, I wont be heading into this defenceless, while my shuttle could wistand anything short of a super-nova, I would need to bring added protection. While many Commanders in my former plane of existence had mocked my guilded armor, calling it a waste of good gold, they knew nothing of its actual properties. My armor was actually made of the strongest metals and ceramic compounds ever created by man, I could tank a full barrage of hellfire missiles without flinching, it contained powerful motion assisting servors ;which, when combined with my natural strength, allowed me to lift and carry thirty tons with asbolute ease. The mocked my crimson cloak as well, calling it useless decoration. It was a decoration, one that hid the small shield generator placed in between the shoulder plates of my armor. All of this they had mocked when I first left Earth to create my empire, to win the Championship. When I achieved Top five status, all of the mockery had vanished to the void. As for armaments? I only ever needed two.

As I navigated the winding paths of my ship, my mind turned to my favorite weapons of war as I entered my personal armory. My primary weapon was one that I haven't used in ages, yet it was my pride and joy. One of, if not The, greatest creations I have ever built outside of the Obelisk. I opened the case that protected my creations for any dust that could possibly accumulate, and marveled at my baby. Her hilt was three feet long and was two inches in diameter, she had eight, one foot long flanges encircling a disruptor field generator that was encased in a sapphire orb. She was made of only the finest ropes of adimantium, forged in the heat of Sol itself. The metal ropes had been folded thousands upon thousands of times. Her eight flanges were sharpened to perfection, and her disrupor field ensured that nothing would stand in her way. She was power, she was strength, her name was Grond. Named after the famed battle hammer of Melkor, Grond lived up to its legendary name, crushing any and all who stood in my way.

My secondary weapon wasn't nearly as glamorous as Grond. A small, duel barreled plasma cannon that could be mounted on to the forearm of my left arm. It was capable of firing at a rate of forty five shots per minute, roughly a blast of plasma every 1.5 seconds. It was a mid range weapon, capable of firing an orb of plasma accurately over one-hundred and thirty yards.

Equipping my weapons of choice, I check on the progress of my shuttle, it is nearly completed and will soon be launch ready in the courtyard. Turning from the armory, I rested the head of my mace upon my shoulder, and make my way through my ship heading for the courtyard. As I walked, my mind was whirling with plans and ideas on how to bring these people to my way of thinking. How do I conquer these people without destroying them? The lore of warhammer said that the citizens of Prospero were mainly Psykers, the warhammer universe version of magic users. 'I should be able to win them over with my knowledge of lore perhaps, that along with the immortality Respawn would give them, should allow me to assume the position of planetary leader, or whatever title they call such a position. Walking down the ramp, I enter the light of Prospero's sun, and standing in the courtyard of my fortress, is my new shuttle, glimmering in the deserts heat.

Climbing into the command throne, I take command of the shuttle. The ion drives roar to life and push away from the ground beneath me, kicking up an impressive dust cloud in the process, the navigational program activates and provides me with optimal landing solutions, the best landing site being the center of the city square. From what communication traffic I could understand, the city was called Tizca, and they were preparing for my arrival. I really hope that this doesn't turn out violent, I have no wish to kill these humans. My archives did state that Prospero was almost exclusively a psyker dominated planet, and while Commanders in my perivious plane of existence have altered their bodies to produce similar powers, to my knowledge we didn't have an anologe of the Warp itself...perhaps, after intense study of the psyker biology...I could create artificial psykers? I shook my head to clear my thoughts, now was not the time for that kind of thought. My shuttle flew to the center of Tizca, weaving inbetween the massive pyramidal buildings, before coming to a halt above the centeral Plaza. Gazing out from the armored window, I could see a relatively large crowed forming, activating the landing procedure, I pulled Grond from its resting place next to my throne, and rested the mace head on my shoulder, waiting for the shuttle to open the exit ramp.

Amon didn't know what to expect when he awoke in his dwelling today. He had eaten him morning meal, mediated on teaching of the Great Ocean for a few hours, and even gotten a change to gaze upon the ancient scrolls. While the ancient writtings weren't translated, thankfully there were more pictures then words, said pictures detailing the world eater and how he was created. Many scholars predicted that the world eater would come to prospero, perhaps he would take a champion, as he had in the past? Amon didn't know, but was content to wait and see, hopefully Prospero would survive such an encounter if such a thing were to happen. However he didn't expect that to happen anytime soon. After all, Prospero never received planetary visitors.

So, his shock could be understood, when we left to temple of the scrolls to see a mindbogglingly huge space craft entering the atmosphere. A massive, golden, sphere was slowly plummeting to the vast desert sea, where it came to a stop a few hundred miles away from the base of Tizca's mountainous perch. Suddenly a golden speck broke off of the ship, and a vast cloud of what appeared to be gold dust scattered across the the mountain like sand dunes. Said sand dunes began to shrink, and a vast device seemed to rise up from the dust. The realization hit him like a male psychneuein, the World Eater was here! He was building his planet eating device as he stood there gawking over the discovery! Amon quickly tore his way to the center of the city, he had to access the broadcasting system, the people needed to be warned and the council of Sorcerers convened.

Arriving at the city's center, he found that he wasn't the only person the see the world eaters ship, the whole city seemed to be packed into the plaza, and the council was already convinced : Kopesh the builder, who talent with rituals allowed him to build vast works of sorcery; Peseshet was the leader of the Healing Touch, a group of like minded individuals who used their sorcery to heal the sick and wounded. Their main goal was to find a way to remove a psychneuein egg from the mind of the infected; finally there was Amon himself, chief of the War cult, protectors of Tizca and all of it inhabitants. Together they guided the people to keep them safe and protected against the dangers of the desert sea. And already they were planing on what to do.

" Amon!" Said Peseshet, " thank goodness you have come, do you have any idea on what to do about the vessel that has arrived? It look scarily similar to that of the world eater." Amon took in Peseshet's beautiful features, which were marred by a look of worry and slight fear. Her tan skin and beautiful blue eyes before pushing such thoughts away. There were important things to discuss. Yet before he could say anything, Kopesh voiced his opinion, his thunderous voice easily heard, " If it is the World Eater there isn't much we can do, the ancent scrolls clearly show that only the beam device is capable of harming him, something I must remind you that our rituals have never replicated." He actually seemed to sag into himself, partially ashamed of his failure to build what they need, " the scrolls also show that he never accepted monitory bribes either, only caring for his hunger. " "Ah, but you are mistaken, Kopesh!" Amon interjected before Kopesh could continue his train of thought, " remember the silver one? The world Eater spared his world if the silver one found different worlds for him to consume. All we have to do if offer one to be his herald!" Kopesh' brow furrowed, his golden eyes stared into Amon's purple, " who would take this task?" He asked, " all three of us are needed here to keep the populace safe from the psychneuein, and I don't feel comfortable forcing one of our own to travel with the world eater, besides, whos to say he would even accept?!" He threw his hands into the air in emphasis. However before they could make a decision, a cry came from the crowd, various citizens pointing to something in the sky. The council members turned their gaze to the sky and saw a small golden ship, similar to that of the larger one at the base of their mountain home decending toward the city center.

Amon quickly jumped into action, " clear the area! Everyone back up and make room, and be silent!" He added when a few started to scream, we don't want to offend whoever this is, it may be the current Herald!"

The crowed quickly made room around 30 yards of space between the vessel and themselves, the only people in that thirty yards were the council itself. The vessel deployed landing struts and lowered a ramp, from the darkness came the sounds of metal boots stomping through the metal construct. When the origin of the noise stepped into the sunlight the people were shocked, the being was huge! It towered over their five foot five inch frames by a solid three feet, it was powerfully muscled, even though that muscle was hidden by a suit of full gold colored plate armor, he wore a crimson cloak, and his skin was the color of weathered, white marble. His eyes were a glowing orange, similar to the fires that would be lit to illuminate the shopping district, resting on his shoulder was a beast of a weapon, a massive mace that carried some sort of jewel. And resting upon his brow was a golden crown, with approximately three golden spikes branching off from the forehead before gently curving towards the sky. Before Amon or the other council members could speak, the being raised a gauntlet covered hand, silencing any whispers in the crowd, his mouth opened and he spoke, " People of Prospero! Do not fear me! My name is Bazerker, and I come in peace! "
(Bazerker)
I gazed at the crowd, who seemed to be stunned at my proclamation, perhaps they were surprised that I could speak their language, or were processing what I had said? Three people, one woman and two men stood before me, they two were stunned. I stared back at them waiting for a response, there was none. Slightly confused I was about to check my pipboy to see if my translator was working properly when I felt a gentle tapping on the armor of my lower right leg. Looking down, I discovered a small slip of a girl, barely older the 5 years if I had to guess, looking up at me, she was a cute kid, she wore a simple white dress, had dimples when she smiled up at me, revealing a smile that was missing a tooth, her hair was in a simple braid, with several desert flowers stuck into the braid itself. Her eyes were a very warm shad of brown, and she just seemed to radiate innocence. She looked at me without even the smallest hint of fear, before she pulled out one of her flowers and held it up and put it into my hand. She then pointed at my upper torso and said "swolders pwease!" I couldn't help but let out a boisterous laugh, this kid was a riot! Every other person it the square seemed to hold their breathe while I tucked the flower into my breastplate, and obliged her, placing the girl-child onto my shoulder, where she grabbed the shoulder plate and the left most prong of my command helm to steady herself. The mass of citizens seemed to relax when I didn't hurt the girl. Quite a few began to cheer, having processed my previous words a few even began to laugh as the child began to play with my hair, probably putting her remaining flowers into it if I had to guess. Its hard to fear a stranger who's hair is being covered with flowers by a small child after all. The three that had been standing closer yo me then the rest of the crowd apart from the girl on my shoulder, stepped forward. They were much more relaxed then before, yet their bodies still carried a small amount of tension, good. That meant while they saw I didn't mean any harm, I was still someone new and didn't trust me yet. I still had work to do.

"Greetings!" Said the sole female of the group, my name is Peseshet of the Healing Touch, to my right is Amon of the War Cult, and to my left is Kopesh the Builder, we are the Council of Sorcerers, and leaders of the city of Tizca. Welcome to Prospero." I marveled at their fascinating eye color, before responding, " I thank you for the warm welcome, its not everyday that an entire planet welcomes my landing!" I gave a short laugh, Peseshet laughed as well, slightly faked but it was a pretty sound, Kopesh gave a slight smile, while Amon looked like he was about to say something.

" Is that your ship that has landed at the base of out mountain?" " yes it is" " Are you the World Eater? Or perhaps his harald? What are your intentions towards Prospero?" I quirked an eyebrow at the title, I knew of several world eaters, the first to come to mind was Brodur, but I haven't seen any sign of him while I have been here, or heard any of his transmissions. I needed more info.
"What do you mean by World Eater? I know of several beings that come to mind." The three council members exchanged looks before they turning their attention back to me. " the ancient scrolls show us that the world eater travels the universe of the materium, devouting worlds to sate his hunger. You say there are more beings like this?" Amon looked troubled, as did Peseshet and Kopesh. "Would you be willing to show me these scrolls?" I asked, " if I can see them I might be able to tell you about the world eater you have in mind."

Kopesh nods in acceptence, you may see them, but you can not touch them, they are as old as the city you stand in, they are very delicate."

After I accepted the terms, I found myself being let though the streets of Tizca. I marveled at the beauty this city held, further increasing my resolve to never let this place be destroyed. The girl on my shoulder, whos name I learned was Azshara, was pointing out everything and anything she could from her perch, " over there is the flowershop, my mommy works there and she gives me the flowers that dont fit in the flower bundles, thats the gworcry store, they sell food. And thats the saycwed temple!" She pointed to the building we were heading, chuckling, I picked her off my shoulders and sent her home, not before I used my nanites to change the flower she had given me into solid gold, as a present. She ran down the road shrieking with joy. Amon moved so that when we resumed walking, he would be walking at my side. " you are very good with children" he observed, "Do you have children of your own?" I shook my head, " I do not, I just have a soft spot in my heart for them is all. But that's unimportant", I gestured to the building we were about to enter, " Is this the temple you spoke of?" " yes it is, please, come inside."

The temple was small, only a single story tall, yet unlike the other building I have seen, the building was shaped more like a dome then a pyramid. It seemed to have been carved out of the mountain itself, the winds and the sands have smoothed over the exterior dome. The temple was rather plain, no lavish decorations or symbols of worship, it was honestly more of a museum then a temple. There were many items locked up in clear glass cases, however I didn't get a chance to truly analyze what they were.

The Council of Sorcerers lead me to the very back of the temple, " this is where the scrolls are kept", said Kopesh, his arms sweeping over the room, " these scrolls are the pride of our people, and while they have not been translated yet, their images have taught us much about the universe." I slowly approached the case containing the sacred scrolls, impressed that they held such knowlage, what ancient wisdom could I learn from these writings? What secrets of the universe did they contain? I could hardly wait, I bent down to see the scrolls clearly, the glass having protected the writtings beautifuly. Observing the contents of the case, I felt my hopes of aincent knowlage shatter.

First thing I noticed was the sacred scrolls was that they were a collection of pages not actual scrolls. Secondly, the pages were covered in very familiar images, a man whos body was comprised entirely of silver, and a massive giant cloaked in purple armor, with an iconic helmet. It was the title of the book that sealed my doubts and made me want to hurt these idiots, it was written in english, in big cartoony letters, 'The Origins of Galactus'.

After snapping out of my stunned state, I had explained to the Sorcerers that the scrolls were merely works of fiction. They didn't take kindly to that, being very skeptical until I used my nanites to create a copy of the comic book, completely translated in Prosperoian, as my proof. The stunned looks on their faces was actually quite hilarious. After they came to terms with what they have learned, Peseshet asked why I had come to Prospero, my response actually turned them speechless. " I come to Prospero to ensure your survival, I brings knowledge completely unknown to you, technology that will make life for all a life of ease and comfort. I also give you the greatest gift my people have ever created, Immortal Life." Amon, Kopesh, and Peseshet of course, demanded to see proof, so with their permission we headed back to my shuttle, all the while I explained to them how I wanted to see a galaxy where humans could live free of the iron grasp of death, to know all the secrets hidden through the universe. Needless to say they had similar ambitions, and agreed to my plan of rapid uplifting of the planet.

Within a few months the city of Tizca was completely changed, the city had been expanded, all the food, water, and comfort they could ever want was theirs of the taking. Using the vast amounts of lore in my possession they created spells to destroy the giant wasp creatures that had plauged them. The human population skyrocketed, the cities I had cleared out previously were rapidly filled, and defenses were created, manned and improved upon. Plasma turrets stood proud, guarding the newly constructed walls that kept the psychneuein from entering human lands. Great works of art and science were created, along with spectacular works of warp sorcery. The greatest achievement was the acceptence of Respawn, and the creation of the Warp Academy. Respawn was met with great skepticism until it was proven safe by several different citizens, Amon was thrilled by it. Using his Warpsight, he told me that Respawn created a 'cage tether' around my soul and consciousness, and anchored it to the material world though the respawn points and systems. The Academy was by far my favorite, it was a place of study where all could go to experiment and learn of the warp and technology. I had told them of what laid in the depths, providing all information I could on the beings of chaos and other denizens in the sea of souls. The people learned, adapted, and overcame my expectations. Instead of shunning the warp or, god forbid, worship the chaos beings, the people of Prospero hated them, calling them aberrations of what should be. They actually began to create was of containing the warp anomalies, though trial and error, daemons were ripped from the warp to be experimented on, and several discoveries were made, if exposed to emotions similar to what the daemon expressed, the being grew in strength, however the opposite was also true, they were weakened by their opposite emotion as well. One student by the name of Alexander discovered an entirely new dimensions similar to, yet opposite of the warp. When asked to explain he stated, " imagine pieces of paper, the center piece is the materium, where we reside, om top of that is the warp, a sea of emotions and insanity. However Below the materium is what I call the Relm Ordinis, or the Relm of order. Like the warp it is a sea, but it is calm, smooth as still water." He proceeded to try and expose the warp to the Relm Ordinis, and caused a massive reaction in the warpspace surrounding the Prospero system, all warp currents and denizens found in that area were completely and forcefully 'purified' for lack of a better word. The warp was calm for the first time in eons. And the daemons were wiped competely from existence. Alaxander was made a planetary hero for his discovery.

Bazerker, having made all of this possible, was named 'Najmat Al'iimbiratur', or Star Emperor of the Prospero star system. He was given complete command over the people of Prospero for his kindness and generosity, for the empire he had built for them.

There were, however, a few issues. While everyone had respawn, the War Cult of Amon still wanted to protect the people, but didn't want to use the robotic units that Bazerker himself used, prefering their powerful sorcery. They werent too fond of close range fighting either, prefering powerful area of effect spells, or mental conversion strikes.

Bazerker was lounging in the command throne of his fortress, going over the reports of the verious cities, as well as the raids on the Psychneuein nests. Apperently the beasts were getting bold, attacking the cities when ever possible. The attacks have gotten to the point that he simply ordered all surrounding nests to be exterminated by his mechanical legion and city wide disintegration shields be placed for added protection. So far thirty seven nesting females and eighty nine males have been destroyed. All of a sudden, his pipboy gave a small ping, alterting him to a message. Opening the file his eyebrows rose as he read Abraxas' response, who knew that aliens could be integrated into the network? The report of planets that had been conquered/assimilated were impressive, as was the plan to combat the Horus Heresy.

The plan was impressive, but they would need footsloggers, warriors and soldiers that laughed in the face of death, faught to the very end and ensured that the enimey never stood against them again. He had a plan just for this perpose, it would be a bit dark and far more devious then his usual tactics but it was necessary, Project Mandalore would be created on one of the unnamed planets left in the system. He quickly wrote a response to Abraxas; ' Prospero is mine, we will discuss possibilities of an Alliance between our stars systems when communication probes make contact, along with ideas of what to do concerning the Primarchs...It is good to hear from you Warbrother, it is good to know that all we have built hasn't been destroyed by my foolish bloodlust... I await your reply. Let us show this galaxy of horrors what humanity can really do.' I sent the message, and became lost in my thoughts. Plans and consistencies were made and discarded, before standing and walking out of the room. I needed to speak with the council of Sorcerers, I would need their help with project Mandalore.