I'M STILL KICKING HERE GUYS! The writer's block shall not have me!
Here is (finally) chapter 12 for you hungry readers! Lets hop to the reviews that need to be answered:
Apocalyptic Wanderer: Not sure about their reaction to the Guard. I hadn't planned for them to come face-to-face yet. There will be operators with a wide variety of psionic powers arranged in different orders.
And for your first question, it's not good (to the family).
SPARTAN-626: Carter is part of the Lunar Wolf Legion, not chapter. I'll think about the details.
mr I hate znt nobles kill em:
-yes they are divided in chapters. Its for better tactical movement and arrangement to allow them to respond quickly. It works on a similar level for the rest of the military.
-There are female spartans. Sisters of Battle Chapter are a unique all-female chapter of spartans in the legion.
-She would happen to look much more beautiful than the average female or as a female warrior.
-Yes, they still have their feminine looks compared to their male counterparts. They still need to look good in battle.
-Yes they do. For the Imperium: 'Imperial Credit'. Covenant: 'Energized light'.
-At the beginning, yes they will because they don't know the difference but later they will learn it.
-The Halo Array would be too well defended for orks to loot plus the fact it very difficult to rip stuff that is made from decomposable matter. For Hurogok, they would just use for target practice.
-Yep. They ARE sentient after all.
-Yes they would (except maybe chaos) because they were created in this story by the Precursors themselves, who are much more advance then all three races. They probably might go crazy with ork tech, or maybe not.
-No manual labor, the Imperium is too advance for that crap.
-Anti-pysker is not big deal in the Imperium. Unless you were an Insurrectionist, they not only want independence from Terra but to have humans to return back to pure status: as in no psionics genes, augments, and bionic limbs since to them its "unnatural".
-Yes there are, unfortunately.
-The augments changes mostly focusing on the unborn fetuses so the newly discovered humans can accelerate in evolution to where the Imperium is.
-Crime is a minor issue, sure there is plenty od stealing but if caught, they get placed in community service for how long the punisher feels like. While those who commit worse are sentenced to Servitor for a last chance to redeem themselves.
-Not to big since the Imperium has a massive economy to support themselves from tens of thousands of worlds.
-yes they, it depends on your ranking in the society and position in branch you hold.
-Yes I will, soon. They are still here, just not at the rate like we have.
-As annoying brats
-Something like a big problem (especially to the Eldar)
-There a re a few hidden ones but located in younger colonies.
-The 'Lord' is mostly a title awarded to families whi have shown tremendous achievements and accomplishment whether in the military (most of the time) or in other branches.
MEleeSmasher: The legions that do have female Spartans are Humanity's Children, Ultraspartans, Dark Angels, Alpha Knights, Raven Guard, Word Bearers, Eternal Scars, and Sons of the Empyrean.
Okay enough talking, I have a chapter to show to you guys!
Spoiler's Alert!: there's a fact twister that will (might) blow your minds! Heheheh…
Now…Lets dive into the story!
Battle of Curwen II
Why do you say that Darkness is the essence of evil? Mm? Is it because it torments races to the oblivion or turns them to the shadows? Is it because their servants use ghastly powers and speak in vile tongues? Or is it the fact you believe those who use the strength of the shadows are no better than an abomination?
Yet I stand here before you wielding the power that would be despised by those who see themselves as the righteous and the pure. I hold knowledge that would be destroyed and called unspeakable by those who believe in the Light. I utilize weapons capable of turning those not of the shadows to a moment of untold agony with but a mere touch.
Yet I still stand without you trying to strike me down and prevent my 'evil acts' from coming to fruition. I can see the doubt and curiosity in your eyes. You wonder what is true and what is false? That if you can trust those that taught you this knowledge?
Let me tell you something that your 'righteous' people don't tell you.
Is it a terrible crime to choose one Cosmic force over another? Is it wrong to go into the embrace of the Darkness simply because it does not look friendly? Do you believe those who join the shadows are nothing more than horrendous people who commit heinous acts for fun?
Yet I stand here before you without trying to slaughter you and bathe this world in a storm of agony to appease my gods. You accuse me as a monstrous that forgoes the peace for war instead. Yet your naïve minds of the Light blind you from many truths. My mind may belong to the Dark Powers but my heart still belongs to the Humanity. I serve one end and stay centered while grasping their primordial truths. A balance in the fabric of the Cosmos that must constantly be shifting.
Where both sides subjugate their wills on anyone regardless of how it is done and what they feel about it.
So tell me now, who is truly evil here?
-Grandmaster of Shadows Eldiner Valgus to a 'Champion of the Light'.
Unknown location
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A blurry vision greeted Thel's sight as he drowsily opened his eyes. He could feel the nerves around his body flared in pain while his senses felt clogged and impaired. He could feel something attached to his mouth that supplied him with air.
Straining his head around, he could see that he was in a small room filled with several Sangheili wearing white robes and fiddling with machines. He could barely hear the faint voices the medics were making with his ears.
"…Patient has numerous broken ribs and his left arm is nearly shattered."
"The Primary heart had been punctured and has lost 10% of his blood."
"Sonar scans show small fractures in the skull and possible brain damage."
"The patient is waking up! Quickly, sedate him before the pain gets worse for him! We must start the operation now."
Feeling the piercing of a needle and the injection of its contents in him, Thel began feeling the effects of fatigue slowly placing him to sleep. Feeling the strength in him leave, he could see above him a circular object lower close to him wielding multiple arms each holding a medical tool. His last sight was the face of a Sangheili medic putting a surgery mask on before blacking out.
Nova Prime System
Agri-World Curwen
First Ascension Installation
3.532.M36
Jonson pulled the Lion Sword from the skull of the dead Warboss Bonestomper and gently wiped off the blood on the corpse. Deactivating the sword and stowing it away in its scabbard, he observed his surroundings to see his Spartans clearing the last of the orks from the room. With the death of their leader, the orks had lost all cohesion and had disintegrated into different warbands each one with their own Nob vying for control of the ork mob.
"Primarch Jonson!"
Turning his head, his mind froze momentarily at the sight of Luther being supported by a Darkwing Astarte.
"Luther! Are you well my friend?" Jonson asked worryingly. He'd remembered seeing him stabbed and thrown at a pillar by Bonestomper in a quick succession.
Luther gave a hearty laugh that quickly turned to coughing. "Huff…nothing that won't heal at all in the Apothecary Jonson. I'm more concern about the aftermath of the battle." He finished while giving a subtle indication towards the gathering survivors of the Humanity's Children.
Unsure with Luther's reasoning he expanded his mind around the room to see what he had meant. Shifting around the place, he could feel the minds of his own 'sons' and several of the third Legion until coming in contact with another presence. At first, he thought it was Magnus's own mind, but closer inspection and familiarization of the presence told him otherwise.
He could feel the mind trying to retreat from his presence but quickly blocked its attempt of escape and gripped it in shackles while his voice boomed through it. ~You will tell me who you are and why you have the presence of a Primarccc…~ He trailed off as the identity of the presence became clear to him once he forced it open. Confusion and disbelief filled his mind as he processed discovery until disappointment and anger replaced all emotions.
"Luther," he spoke in a noticeable calm voice.
"…Yes, Jonson?" Luther's voice answered back with nervousness in it.
"Finish securing the chamber while I have a, ah…sibling discussion." He answered too calmly much to the discomfort of his men. Without waiting for a reply, he strode off towards the cluster of Humanity's Children where he pinpointed its origin.
The Spartans made a solid blockade in an effort to deter him, but a quick glare shot at them made a clear message, -Do not interfere-
Slowly as a wave, the Astartes of the third Legion parted aside Jonson's gaze as he approached his target. Visors carefully watched his movements for any sign of aggression but did not attempt to stop him. Behind him, the Dark Angels observed the event and kept an eye on their fellow comrades for hints of ill intent.
Watching as the last Spartan moved aside from his path, he stepped past them and faced a small band of Phoenix Guards positioned around a human standing slightly taller then them and wearing a beautifully crafted armor.
Coming to a halt, he looked at the human for several seconds before he broke the silence. "Victoria…"
Taking off the helmet, a young women's face is shown with Caucasian skin, platinum-silver hair, and light-blue eyes staring back at him. "Brother…"
… … …
Space Hulk Grave of the Stars
In the a chamber of a fused ancient ship, Martin summoned up a wall of darkness from numerous rounds of slugs fired by excited slugga boyz.
Breaking the barrier down, he swung his Black Glaive halberd in a spinning arc and cleanly sliced a trio of orks in half. Not a second later, he whipped his left hand out, launching a dark pulse towards a cluster of grots trying to run away, dissolving them to ash.
In a flash of movement, Martin battered aside several slugs aimed at him and threw his halberd at their origin. Briefly watching his weapon cut through the ork ranks, he closed his eyes and immersed himself into the shadows and entered the Evershadow Plane.
Opening his eyes, he found the chamber of the derelict hulk replaced with boundaries of shadows imitating its dimensions accompanied now filled with countless dark forms of orks. Jumping aside to the wall on his right, Martin raced across the wall as he watched the aura of his weapon silently slice through the shadow figures before jumping off at a figure and felt reality distort around him before coming face-to-face with a surprised ork.
Not giving the ork the chance of reacting, Martin quickly punched him the face and sent him soaring through the air and crash into his fellow greenskins.
Hearing the sound of flesh being torn apart behind, he sprinted forward towards the orks and leaped up unto the wall next to them and performed a one-eighty degree flip over their heads and into their mist.
Landing on his feet, he held his right hand behind his back and before a response could be made, the ork behind him was quickly cut in half by the sailing glaive halberd and clamped right back into Martin's opened palm.
Faster than the eye could follow, Martin spun his halberd above his head in a whirlwind of death, decapitating any orks in range and driving the tip of the blade into the chest of another one.
The glaive easily tore through the tissue, muscles, and organs of the ork before exiting out in the back and stab a choppa boy behind. The blade immediately flared to life in dark energy and the ork began breaking apart slowly in flakes of ash in utter silence.
Yanking out his weapon out from the chest of the dead ork, he jumped aside as an axe slammed in the empty spot and thrusted the glowing glaive into the skull of the offender, reducing the ork's brain to powder. Launching out a pulse around him, he sensed the orks greatly outnumbering him five to one.
Knowing that he didn't have the sufficient power, he slammed the butt of the pole on the floor, causing a series of jagged black runes to form around him in a circle. With the circle completed, Martin began chanting in a dark tongue, the each word burning through his throat.
The orks closest to him suddenly dropped their weapons and grabbed their ears in a futile attempt to block the terrible words carving into their minds. Ears were ripped off or crushed to block the agonizing sounds.
The runes surrounding Martin soon started glowing in a dark shade of green and released wisps of shadows quickly absorbed into his body. He could feel his strength rising threefold and his reserves increasing. Finishing his ritual chant, he released the flow of power channeling into him, causing the runes to burn out.
Taking his halberd in both hands, he gave it an experimental spin before adopting a battle stance with his legs spread out, his left hand stretching down to the floor while his right laid on his back with his weapon resting on the forearm.
Watching the orks carefully for any surprises, silence filled the air before broken by an ork. "Letz git 'im boyz! WAAAAGGHH!"
Roaring in agreement, the ork mob charged straight at Martin, ready to clobber him into mashed meat.
Smiling at their eagerness to fight him, Martin waited for a second before spinning to his right and slice two orks in half. He then swung the halberd around and removed an ork's left head from the body before pulling the butt ends backward, crushing the windpipe of choppa boy behind.
Back-flipping over their heads, he landed and shifted behind an ork before reappearing behind a Nob ten paces away, cutting him in vertical halves. In a blink of the eye, he jumped right back into the mist of the orks and slashed his way through.
Martin could feel himself move faster than he would normally be able to do. In his vision, one moment he would be stabbing an ork followed by removing the head, the next he would be deflecting slugs fired at him while hacking apart more choppa boyz all while he kept switching into the Material and the Evershadow Plane.
~Notice their Pain and Agony.~
He faintly heard the whisper in his head as he ripped apart orks with his bare hands using darkness. He knew what it was; he could feel it in his mind.
~Hear their Screams as you tear them Apart.~
He tore a panel off the wall and jammed it into a Nob, embedding both into the opposite wall. He shifted through the shadows and exited with his fist buried in the back of a surprised ork before tearing it out with a spinal cord in his grip. Letting power flow into the piece of flesh, he threw at another ork and turned around to cut in half the weapon of a slugga boy before slicing him in the chest, causing guts to spill out freely. Flaring in miniscule runes, the spinal quickly slithered up the shocked ork and coiled itself around the throat, crushing the windpipe.
~Let their Pain be your Senses.~
An ork slammed brutally into a wall followed with a choppa driven into his chest and activated. Martin thrusted his right hand behind him, causing old power lines to break free from the ceiling and ensnare several orks around their necks before dragging them up back up into the small panels.
~Let their Anguish be your Tool.~
The whispering started becoming louder as he slammed the glaive into the floor, causing a cloud of shadow to envelope a seven meter diameter around him, slowly suffocating any orks in it as they desperately clawed their throats for air that no longer existed.
~Let Hatred be your Weapon.~
Pointing the halberd in the direction of three orks, beams of dark energy shot out and shredded the orks into ashes. He could feel the pressure increasing over his head; he could not stop nor end his fight. He tried reciting to clear his head.
~We are the Shadows.~ Weare the Unknown.~
He could feel the whispers influence his recite, slowly trying to break him down.
~We are the Watchers of Night.~ For Darkness is our Soul.~ Yet we are Loyal~ To US Forever.~ We have BROKEN the Light.~ And embraced the Dark.
He could feel the whispers puppet his mind, his body reacting to their overwhelming power.
To become the Silent ones~ To take the Duty of the Damned~ And Eternally be Bonded…~
~ LET THE OBSIDIAN GATES BE OPENED!~
~SNAP OUT OF IT MARTIN!~ A voice rang out.
A gauntlet quickly connected with his head and sent him crashing into the wall, breaking the link. The whispering immediately stopped and he felt cold metal touching the chink of his armor where is throat stood.
Looking up, he could see Shadow Master Vincent of the Silent Guard holding a dark sword at his throat while pointing a crafted Void-pattern hellrifle at his chest.
~You almost allowed it to control you~ Vincent calmly spoke to him while raising the blade a little higher. ~Had I not felt the sudden change in your aura in time, I would have had no choice to but kill you before you fell beyond recovery~
~I…I apologies for my moment of weakness Shadow Master.~ Responded Martin shamefully at the implications. ~I had made a grave error in underestimating it. It will not have another chance again.~
The Shadow Master took his words under consideration before nodding and removing his blade. ~Make sure you remember that well Novelus Martin~ Dematerializing his weapons, he looked around to see the countless ork corpses all gruesomely killed by the shadows. ~Should you devolve deeper past the pronounced line, fate will not be kind to you and your existence…twisted~
His back shivered at the implications of the sentence. He didn't want to think about the consequences if he had indeed dug deeper.
… … …
Outside the Installation
"I lovz dis challeng!" Cried a large choppa boy as he joylessly smashed the skull of a human soldier with his hammer. Hearing as roar of anger next to him, another human soldier jumped at him to avenge his comrade with a revving chainsword.
Not breaking a sweat, the ork pulled out his hammer and swung at the charging human. The hammer connected with the human on his right side, knocking him to the ground and out of breath.
Taking his choppa hammer with both hands, he prepared to deal the final blow. "WAAAAAAGG-*BLAM*-!" His shout interrupted with his chest exploding outwards, covering the downed soldier in the charred remains of guts.
Four kilometers away from the fight, the Vindicator Assassin shuffled his Exitus to the right slightly and fired. The rifle produced a loud explosion as the rail gun technology of the weapon launched an EX-Round at FTS speed straight into the upper back of a lesser Warboss and plunged through the armor and muscle, digging further into the body until the delay fuse reached its time limit. Suddenly, the back of the ork exploded in a gory shower of muscle and bone shards, the ork unable to scream in pain without a spinal cord left in the body to help register this.
Watching the watching the corpse collapse to the ground, he continued scanning the battlefield for more targets that posed a threat and needed to be eliminated. Placing the view of the ancient installation in his scope, he carefully inspected the walls and nearly concluded his search before something barley visible caught his sight.
Pointing his scope to the area, he zoomed into the spot until he got a clearer visual of his discovery.
Sneaking through the Imperial lines in some sort of camouflage cloak was a humanoid figure silently weaving around the alcoves and walls surrounding the structure. Synchronizing his helmet to the scope, he tried scanning the figure for any information.
+Scanning life form…/+ +/…Scanning complete+
+Species: Unknown+ +Technology: Unknown+ +I.D: Unknown+ +Status: Unknown – Threat Level Gamma+
+Eliminate threat+ That was all he needed.
Aiming the figure into the center of his scope, he slowly started pulling the trigger. He was quarter through the trigger when a tingling feeling nabbed him in the back of his mind.
Widening his eyes, he moved aside as a energy beam sheared through the left side of his helmet and his shields and badly damaged the rest of the helmet. Using the last of HUD's power, he quickly spun around at its direction and calculated its trajectory before firing back instantly.
Over two kilometers away from his position, a similar figure like the first one hiding in a garden of stone dodged the shot. Unfortunately the Vindicator's aim proved true, the round flew past the head of the humanoid but struck an outlying protruding rock and exploded, showering the figure in explosives and stone shards.
Tearing off the useless helmet, the Vindicator took out a set of eyepiece that soon morphed into a new HUD set. Aiming his sniper rifle at the outcropping boulders, he could see a figure walk out with a weapon and noticed it didn't wear a helmet.
Taking in the new xeno, he could see it looked alarmingly Human-like features except appearing to be far fairer and perfect compared to the ruggedness and sharpness of a Human. Almost suspiciously close to the elves of ancient mythology in Terra's past.
+Re-calibration status of Species now Designated as Elves…/+
+Status: Threat Level Alpha+
+Exterminate with Extreme Prejudice+
Both sides stared at each other as they tried to gauge each other's motive. Even though they were separated by a long distance, the augmented eyesight of the Vindicator and the uncanny sight of the 'elf' allowed them to see each other's details.
Tightening his fingers on the handgrip of the Exitus, he stared at the xeno before swiftly aiming his rifle and firing off a shot.
Spinning around to let the round miss, the elf brought out its own weapon to play and fired lances of energy at him.
Rolling to his side to avoid the fire, he took cover behind an outcropping boulder and huddled behind as energy beams chipped the stone. Unable to take a free shot at the xeno, he releases a tube-like device from his belt and placed a flash on the tip. Taking a moment to check the ammo count in his rifle, he could see he had twelve rounds left in the clip.
Waiting for the firing to slack a bit, he ran calculations on the distance of his target, wind speed, the ejection force, everything a sniper needs to know make the perfect shot.
Hearing the firing rate dwindling slowly, he quickly pops out from cover and fires the device and returns to cover just as a new wave of energy fire strikes his former position.
The elf meanwhile was to preoccupied with his opponent to notice the approaching device until it struck the ground next to him and exploded. Grunting in pain at the sudden bright light searing through its iris lens, it stopped firing as it tried to regain its sight.
No longer being fired at, the Vindicator sprinted out from cover and fired round after round at his distracted enemy.
Even though blinded, the elf used its heightened sense of hearing to dodge the approaching rounds and dodge them within a nick of time. Pulling the trigger, he hears a 'click' from the rifle and curses while rapidly disengaging the magazine for a new one. Noticing the elf seemingly recovering its eyesight, he swears under his breath and drops a grey canister to the ground.
Having recovered its sight, the elf takes advantage of the Vindicator's weakness and returns fire. Lances of energy strike around him with two smashing into his shields, bringing them two-thirds below. Slamming a new clip for his weapon, the grey canister immediately activates, covering twelve meters of area with smoke and obscuring the view of the elf.
Firing several experimental shots into the smoke, it growled in frustration at the lack of visual it had at the moment. Continuingly to watch the mist for any signs of breaking to spot it opponent. Seconds passed before the smoke began to slowly dissipate when a new sound enter the field.
Recognizing the sound to be coming from a machine using anti-gravity technology, the elf looked everywhere trying to discern the origin of the noise. Unable to find the culprit around it, realization dawned upon its eyes as it whipped its head back to the mist and points its weapon just as the culprit made its appearance.
Breaking through the dying mist like a phantom rider was the Vindicator himself riding his jetbike with a smug expression.
Backpedaling to keep a distance from the new threat the elf desperately tried to eliminate him quickly with bursts of concentrated fire but couldn't make any of the shots connect to the fast bike.
Using his legs to expertly control the jetbike, he held his rifle with both hands and steadily fired at the elf that desperately tried to drag itself from the deathtrap it found itself.
Gritting its teeth in anger at the human making a fool out of it, it presses something on its belt resulting in its figure to blend into the terrain.
Raising an eyebrow at the show of technology, he fires several shots at the estimated position the elf occupied before disappearing. Suddenly, the area of the target explodes in a shower of multi-colored fragments, dispersing throughout the air as they assembled themselves in a jigsaw puzzle while moving forward in a direction.
Now knowing where his target was located, streams of explosive rounds flew towards the distorting space. To his surprise, several of the shells lost balance or exploded once connecting with the field while other passed through with little effect. He wondered if he managed to injure or perhaps kill the elf.
His musing is quickly answered with lances of energy erupting from the rainbow cloak towards his direction. Manipulating the controls of the jetbike, he narrowly avoided the beams while continuously returning fire with his own rifle.
But like any of his past shots, none of his were seemingly making any headway of hitting while the elf's own fire came dangerously close to hitting him despite the fact he was moving very fast.
Narrowing his eyes at the shifting field while loading a new ammo clip to the Exitus, he twisted the controls of the bike and sped towards the anomaly. Aiming his rifle, he pulled the trigger of his weapon repeatedly, feeling the gun kick back into his shoulder with each shot without relenting in emptying the magazine.
As he neared the target, a lance clipped his bike, nearly causing him to lose control while another one struck his torso, bringing his shields down by 23%. Increasing the speed of his vehicle, he ignores another energy bolt striking his shoulder as he nears his multi-colored destination.
With a yell, his bike smashes through the field, shattering the barrier to countless fragments and exposing the elf's shocked expression in his vision. Quickly freeing his left arm to the side, the elf's face is immediately greeted with a gloved fist traveling at over two hundred and fifty kilometers per hour smashing squarely in the center.
Sufficient to say, the Laws of the Cosmos were not kind.
Stopping a kilometer away, the Vindicator turned around to observe the body of the elf for any signs of life. Believing the xeno do have been put down from the strike alone, he placed the Exitus on his lap and silently worked own is communicator to contact his superiors.
Without warning, an energy bolt strikes his arm housing the communicator device followed by another melting the mechanism of the Exitus. Pressing the pedals to maximum speed, he quickly places himself a distance of a roughly half a kilometer from last position and returns his vision to the origin of the shot.
Dragging itself to its feet with the support of its weapon was the elf itself, much to his chagrin. Standing to its full height and cracking some of its limbs, it spat a glob of blood to the ground disturbingly similar to Human blood.
Frowning at the elf's refusal to die, he revved the bike's engine and sped towards his opponent. As though knowing of his intent, the elf rolled aside and fired a single shot, striking one of the anti-grav devices.
With the loss of an anti-grav, the bike instantly loses balance and crashes into the terrain with its driver. Quickly reacting with speeds allowed by his augments, the Vindicator jumps off the doomed vehicle and uses its momentum to roll unto the ground safely without suffering any major injuries whiling coming to a halt less than forty meters away.
Rolling to his feet and placing his hands to his twin holsters on his hip, he pulls out two Exitus pistols in a duel wielding style and fires their smaller ammunition of EX-Rounds at the elf.
Taken off guard by the human's fast recovery, it fails to avoid several of the rounds from damaging several components of its armor suit. Outraged of what he had done to its armor, lances of energy are fired from the barrel of the weapon in response and batter down the Vindicator's shields and burning through the carapace armor and synskin.
Performing a barrel roll to avoid a fresh round of energy beams, he cries in pain as a bolt burns his left hand, knocking the pistol from his grip. Smacking another grey canister to the ground with his right hand, his figure is soon covered with another smokescreen from the elf's sight.
Knowing two can play in this game, the elf activates its cloaking device again, causing it to disappear. Just as the device finished forming, it sees a strange squared-cylinder flying at him from the smoke. Widening its eyes in recognition, it shuts its eyes and braces itself as the device activates, creating a bright light mimicking that of a sun.
By cutting off its own vision, it, however, failed to notice the Vindicator rush out from the smoke and fire aggressively at it while cutting down the distance separate both of them.
Feeling several rounds passing by with one striking its right chest and cause a non-fatal injury. Raging in the inside at the action, it opened its eyes and charged at the human assassin, completely disregarding its advantage with the cloaking device.
Reacting quickly, he dodges an energy bolt and fires a single round from the Exitus, connecting with the weapon of the elf and completely disabling the device from functioning.
Throwing the useless weapon to the side, the elf instead decides to collide with the human and roughly knock the remaining pistol from his hand.
Falling to the ground in a heap, he quickly responds with a heat butt to the face of the elf. Grabbing its face in pain, he uses its distraction to switch places with it and slam a fist towards its head.
Faster than the Vindicator believed it could move, the elf dodged the incoming fist as it dug into the soil instead. In a quick succession, the elf punches him across the face and throws him overhead to gain space.
Heaving slightly once his back connected with the harsh ground, he pushes himself to his feet and looks back at his opponent. A fist immediately greets him by smashing into his chin followed by a powerful kick to the left torso. Tumbling on the ground, he could feel broken rib or two on his left as the elf smacks him once more across the face.
This time, he was better prepared for this for once he spun around from the strike his foot lashed and delivered a harsh kick to the mid-chest of the elf, nearly denting inwards the center of the armor and restricting its ability to breath properly.
Jumping to his feet, the Vindicator charged straight at the elf, delivering a strong uppercut that whipped its head back to nearly break its neck. Not giving it a chance to recover, he performed a roundhouse kick to the torso of the elf while feeling the satisfying sound of armor and bone crunching under the force.
Sending the elf rolling a couple of meters away from him, it slowly stood to its feet and casted a hateful glare promising untold pain. Slowly behind its back, it took out a thin blade and held it in a menacingly pose.
Eyeing it carefully for deception, he carefully searched for his Exitus pistols but found them to be too far for him to reach safely. Deciding to entertain the xeno, he took a pair of kukri knifes from his belt and held them in a battle pose.
Both opponents slowly circled each other like two apex predators readying to commence a duel to the death on a strength of superiority.
Without warning, the elf struck first with an overhead swing to decapitate the Vindicator's head in a blurry speed. Barely keeping up with the speed, he blocked the strike with both knifes and shoved it back.
Fumbling back for balance, it responded with a downward thrust at his torso but he quickly dodged it and intercepted with the flat edge of his knife to force it off while slashing at the neck guard with the other.
The attack was deflected with the elf's own gauntlet but left it opened that allowed him to deliver a slash to the abdominal suit. Hissing in pain and anger, it spun around him and swung at him in a two-handed attack.
Meeting the sword with the left knife, the elf quickly tilts the blade slightly at several degrees, allowing the blade to easily slip pass the guard. He reacts with a low sidestep and swings in the other blade held in a backhand grip.
The elf blocks the knife with a parry but pushes too deep under the blade when the Vindicator swings in his left kukri at the opening to target the unprotected wrist holding the pommel. It instinctively reacts with pulling the sword backwards to allow the knife to harmlessly strike the flat end of the blade instead.
Twisting around the sword, he surprises the elf with a deep stab into its left chest, drawing a strangled growl of pain from it. Moving quickly, he elbowed it hard in the torso, knocking its breath out and throwing it over his head with the knife still attached.
Spitting out globs of blood from its mouth, it inspected its wound and let out a pained laugh, confusing the human. "It see-seems you have accomplished what o-others have failed to do, human." It spoke the last word with abysmal intent.
"So the xeno decides to speak now." The Vindicator coldly responded.
"I could have sp-spoken before but to use this primitive tongue would mean to lower one's se-self to an unwelcome position." The elf spoke each word in the Human's Latinus language with unconcerned pronunciation.
He growled under his breath as his grip on the remaining kukri tightened. "What are you?"
"I'm afraid I-I do not under-understand." It questioned with a grim smile.
"Do not play games with me xeno!" The Vindicator snarled as he spun the knife to a halt at its neck, pricking it. "Answer the question or the earth will be drinking in your blood!"
The elf laughed quietly at the human's brash tone. "What am I? We are something your mortal minds can-cannot understand. We are the elders to many races including yours, high above your reasoning of existence."
"What?" He faltered at the information, his stance slacking in confusion for a split second. A split second was all it took.
Faster than what the Vindicator could see with his own augmented eyes, the elf shifted forward and slammed him to the ground several meters away, losing his grip on his last kukri. Feeling his head ringing loudly and blotches of colors covering his vision, he tried to stand up but was quickly struck in the face and felt a blade slice through his armor and skin.
Stumbling to the ground, he shook his head and succeeded in ridding most of the distractions. Spitting his own blood from his mouth, he could feel the lingering taste of metallic from his own life source. Hearing the sound of metal tearing through skin, he looked up to see the elf slowly pulling out the knife he had previously placed there. It showed no signs or emotions of suffering pain from this action or acknowledgment of blood still pouring from its wound in small quantities. He realized that the elf had been playing him for a fool by acting as though the injury had done great damage to it. The elf approached him a placed a foot to his chest, pressing down its weight that he could hear his ribs creaking under pressure.
"While I enjoyed our exchange of fighting as respectable warriors, I have more important matters that must be seen to at behest of my Archon. I prefer not to miss my chance of prizes, especially those of a new species that can provide more excitement." It said in a sickening tone, coupled with a sadistic grin.
Growling in hatred at the xeno, the Vindicator tried to push it off but stopped as pain racked his body and he could feel his muscles spasm slightly. "Wha-Arrggh!-What have you done to me you damned xeno!"
"Oh that? That is poison coursing through your body, bringing intensive pain and chemicals to overwork your muscles so they tear themselves apart." It answered in uncaring, deplorable tone. "The blade was coated with the substance when I cut you. I was surprised that you had taken longer for it to take effect compared to many others previously. Then again, your biology had been vastly different."
The human had not been listening to its explanation, instead struggling in agony as the poison tore his body apart while the elf heartedly laughed at his fate and basked in his pain. For a brief moment in his tormented mind, as a single conclusion came: he was not going to simply lay down without a last fight.
Roaring in hatred and pain, he struck his right gauntlet to the ground, producing a hidden blade covered in a wreath of energy. Swinging aimlessly, his blade struck the foot holding him down, severing tendons in the elf's foot.
Crying in pain from the unexpected attack, the elf lost balanced and was shoved off by the enraged human. Rushing forward to pick up the kukri knife it had pulled out from its wound, he launched himself at the shocked xeno.
The elf barely deflected the powerful blow of the gauntlet knife as the human fought in an animalistic state, swinging his blades in brutal attacks without style and ignoring any successful strikes the elf caused to him. His body still continued to wrack in abnormal pain, now being both suppressed and bolstered by the vast amount of adrenalin being pumped into his veins. He could feel his muscles tearing themselves faster than before from the high doses being pumped in but didn't care, he was going to die and he was going to drag that filth with him.
With a bellow, he shoved the kukri deep into the abdominal of the elf then proceeded to grab its head with his right and pull it down to his swinging knee.
Howling in pain, the elf snarled with malicious intent glowing in its eyes as it ducked a blow and grabbed the left arm before breaking the elbow into two places. A sickening 'crack' is heard as the joint is broken accompanied with an agonized scream.
Falling to the ground in pain, he tried to get but quickly fell with major spasms racking his body in greater frequencies. He could feel the muscles in certain parts of the ripping apart as the poison and adrenaline overworked them.
Instinctively knowing he didn't have much time left, he supported himself in a hunched position with his fully functioning right arm whiling taking his left to grab a sphere from behind his belt.
Charging at the elf, he brought his right fist to bear and swung at it. Reacting faster, the elf quickly caught the fist in its place with its own hand. With an effort, he swung his other hand but was also caught.
Glaring with malice at the smirking elf as his body harder with most of the muscles nearly close to tearing. Already he could feel froth building in his throat while nerves throughout the body died from the overwhelming pressure.
"Its seems I've change my mind, I will instead take my time to torture you while you still breath until only agonizing pain is imprinted into your soul by the time you ascend from death." The elf calmly spoke while ignoring blood flowing down its face and grinned with a sadistic smile. "We will have a very enjoyable time together."
Giving a grunt as the only answer, the Vindicator slowly brought his left hand to the center of the struggle and twisted it around, revealing a unique Nova grenade.
Staring at the grenade in shock, the elf stared back at the grinning human. "Ego sum dignus!" Was his last shout as he primed the grenade.
The grenade 'beeped' in activation before engulfing both beings in a ball of expanding energy.
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Veteran-Sergeant Neider thrust his chainsword into the chest of an ork, the diamantine teeth easily ripping through the muscle and bone of the greenskin. With a cry, he dragged the weapon out sideways, throwing the orks innards everywhere and covering himself in more alien blood.
Hearing an ork shouting behind him, he twisted his body around and collided his chainsword with the chain weapon of a choppa boy. Holding his weapon steady against the incredible strength of the ork, he switched the grip of his chainsword and pressed a button. The teeth of the chainsword immediately changed direction, wrenching the weapon of the orks in a different direction.
Not giving his opponent a chance, he swung the chainsword and brutally tore the head of the ork from his body.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, he suddenly heard a loud 'boom' in the distance behind him.
"Sir look! An explosive matching an Alpha-grade Nova grenade!" Pointed a young Lance Corporal in the distance. Walking beside to see where he could see the expanding haze of energy signaling a leftover from an explosive.
Taking a moment to look back to see the condition of the platoon, he could see they were still sweeping the region filled with orks with their parent company.
He placed a hand to his helmet and spoke, "Asker? Do you read?"
"I read you loud a clear Sergeant. What's the report?"
"One of my men has spotted recent remains of a nova grenade, alpha grade at least over two kilometers away. I'm requesting to investigate since we have no known men in that area." Neider replied.
"…Copy that. Your squad is in charge of the investigation. I will be sending in two more squads after you once we're done here. Asker out."
"Understood. Neider out." He turned to his men waiting for his orders. "Everyone reload. We're going to investigate an explosive that might be signaling a battle where none of our men are registered. Let's go!"
It took around thirty minutes of jogging to reach the scene of the battle and once they arrive, they were immediately greeted with the sight of a blackened circle measuring fifteen meters in diameter with two charred corpses in the center.
"Secure the area for any more survivors! Dalis and Weiss, check the bodies." Ordered Neider.
The two men obeyed and walked to the corpses while everyone else scanned the area for anything else alive but found none. Minutes passed before the two men reported.
"Sergeant, we identified one of the corpses as a former Vindicator Assassin. ID is 2746A34D-LII." Informed Dalis
"LII? What is he doing here? His last report placed him three kilometers to the west from here!"
"And the other corpse…"
"What about it?" He inquired.
"It's not Human," Weiss replied.
"What?" Questioned a squad mate.
"Do we need to go further?! The DNA readings came up with little results." Berated Delis, "the assassin had been fighting a xenos."
Neider took the information to thought. "Mm, vox this in Henry."
Nodding in acknowledgment, he placed a hand to his helmet while Neider turned around to stare at the bodies.
"Warrant-Lieutenant Asker, this is squad Silver reporting. We have found the corpse of Vindicator Assassin 2746A34D-LII and the remains of a xenos spec-AAAGGGHH!"
Neider spun to face the crumpling form of Henry gripping his head in pain now that the helmet looked fused to his cranium. His shields immediately lit up at eighty-six strength once an energy bolt struck his left shoulder. "SEEK COVER!" His words barely left his mouth as another beam narrowly missed First Corporal Johann's head.
Jumping to his command, the squad dove to any cover in the area whether boulders or trees as energy bolts assailed them. Another squad mate dragged the injured Henry behind a large rock and propped him against it.
Neider whipped his Hellrifle at the directions the bolts were originating from and fired quick bursts of energy in retaliation. Faintly he could hear one of his men calling for help.
"This is Silver Squad calling Platoon Command in we are under attack! I repeat, we are under attack! Unknown enemy forces firing ion-grade energy weapons at us! We already have a man down! Requesting reinforcements for needed assistance ASAP!"
A gruff voice answered the call. "Copy that Silver squad. Squads Nickel and Steel are rushing to your position as fast as they can go. Hold out fo-…-fif-…"
"Command?! Do you copy? Can you hear me Command?! I'm not getting a signal Sergeant! We're being jammed!" He could hear the panic in the young lad's voice.
Twisting around as lances struck his shields, Neider fired bursts of lasers at the direction before jerking in back to cover. "Keep the channel open and find that signal!"
"Sir! We have xenos surrounding us and nearing our positions!" Yelled Dalis over the dim of his Nonlinear weapon charging and firing.
Hearing the sound of feet connecting with stone behind him, he whipped around and holding the rifle with his right hand, unloaded hundreds of joules of energy into an armored humanoid. The lasers punched through its protection, causing the body to seize up and collapse next to him. Not hesitating for a second, he brought his foot on its neck and crushed the supporting bone structure to pieces.
Hearing a cry from one of his men, he spun around and froze at the sight.
Standing over the halved corpse of Weiss was a humanoid wielding a massive single-edged sword inscribed with green runes and coated in blood. The armor it wore looked both sinister and ancient to his eyes. Its pauldrons, gauntlets, and greaves were decorated in spikes while its helm had two glowing eye visors and two horns jutting out from the top and bending backward. A single crevice traveled down from where its nose would be and ending below the where the mouth would be located. Additionally, two large razor blades extended from its shoulder blades and arched over half-meter above the shoulders.
"KILL IT!" Neider yelled as he fired a stream of lasers at the xeno. Moving faster, the armored humanoid easily dodged the incoming fire and launched itself at Johann. Screaming in terror, he tried to avoid the attacking enemy but the xeno proved faster of the two, easily slicing past his shield, armor, and body with its massive sword.
At a different cover, Conrad and Henry screamed in agony as steam seeped through grooves located around their armor. Their own blood boiling beyond imagination.
Steeling himself at their direction, his blood turned could at the sight of another one, this one with a blood-red stone as big as his fist fused to its armored chest. Feeling a tingle in his neck, he ducked and rolled aside as a blade cleaved through the empty air.
Yanking the chainsword from his belt, he swung the chain weapon at the armored humanoid that lazily deflected the attack. Twisting around for an opening, he dropped his rifle and gripped the hilt with both hands before swinging at its head. Faster than he could see, the humanoid moved its head in avoidance and slammed the hook end of its blade into his chest.
Feeling the air escaping from his breath and his chest constricting, he stared speechless at the sword as it was calmly pulled out and caused him to collapse to his knees. Desperately lifting his head to face the humanoid, they both made eye contact for several seconds before the armored one swung its massive sword at his head.
Veteran-Sergeant Neider managed to see the blade whipping at his eyes before his vision turned to black and ceased to feet anything.
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Incubi Darhil silently watched the headless corpse of the human warrior collapsed to the ground in defeat. Behind him, he could hear his two blade brothers finishing the last of the human group judging from their screams of pain followed by silence.
"What are our losses Darhil?" Spoke an eerie voice.
Slowly turning to face the speaker, he saw Hierarch Kelith Vesperax walking towards him with two more blade brothers trailing behind him.
"Three Kabalites have been lost in the trap along with Vastix to a human assassin." He reported.
"It doesn't matter." He replied uncaringly. "Take their bodies if any remain to the ship. Urien will restore them once more."
"What of the rest of the humans shortly arriving?" He inquired. 'Shall we eliminate them? This fight held no satisfaction."
Kelith waved off the concern. "We will be gone by the time they arrive. They are no concern to us and do not deter us from our objective."
"Your Archon promised to the Shrine of Grey Blades when he hired us that we would be facing much fighting and death." Darhil coldly responded. "He appears to be failing to carry out his promise."
Anger glinted in Kelith's eyes as he strode to the larger Incubi, "watch what you say worm. When your shrine agreed to the arrangement, you would be fully under Archon Vect's orders regardless of what he commands you to do. If you cannot handle a moment of peace, then he will simply dump you fiends back to the stone where you come from and acquire better Incubi from say, the Shrine of the Black Shield."
Bristling in anger at the insult of his shrine and the nerve to speak the name of the despised shrine in their presence. Darhil resisted the urge to simply strike down the Hierarch and let him drown in his own blood. Around him, his blade brothers stood at hidden readiness should things turn downhill.
"I…withdraw." He finished, releasing his grip on the Klaive that he had been previously holding tightly. The rest of the Incubi relaxed their stances at his sentence. "We will still follow."
"Excellent," replied Kelith quite evilly. "We leave now. We have no business here now." At once, all the Eldar in the area vanished into the air.
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Space Hulk Grave of the Stars
Novelus Martin silently followed Shadow Master Vincent with Novelus Henrico through the desolate hallways of an ancient starship. Searching for the command of the orks in this place had been proven to be harder than they though. The death of the WAAAGGH's Warboss had resulting in multiple fractions erupting across the ship each one vying for control of the massive junk station.
So far, they had managed to eliminate two minor warbosses and were now searching for the one calling himself 'Redskulla' who had gathered a considerable large number of orks including Mekboyz needed to run this place.
Turning around to another corner into a large hold, the Shadow Master stopped walking, prompting Martin and Henrico to stop as well.
~What is it Master?~ Martin asked.
~I feel something vibrating wrongly in the shadows.~ He answered in a deep trance. ~I can feel the shadows relaying unbalanced sensations and demented feelings…STAND STRONG!~ He shouted out with his eyes glowing in dark green.
~What? Against what?!~ Henrico cried in confusion.
~A servant of the mad ones is approaching!~ He snapped back whiling activating out his dark sword and hellrifle. ~I can feel the shadows flinching from its corrupting filth!~
Re-materializing his black glaive in his hands., he held the weapon pointing at the other end of the hold where a set of large decayed doors stood hanging from their clamps.
Heavy 'thuds' could be heard as something large neared their position with each step. He could feel the corrupting presence the thing was emitting as it came closer.
Just as they began, the footsteps stopped before reaching the doorway but the Silent Guard could still feel its chaotic presence trying to unravel reality around it.
Suddenly, a screeching echoes across the rooms as metal components connect with each other and scrap together, producing a horrendous sound. The doors immediately begin bending and slowly tearing apart s something sharp breaks them opened. Not a moment too soon, the doors collapse under the intensive pressure.
What comes through sends both Novelus flinching at the sight of the horror standing in front of them.
Standing over ten meters in height, the daemon had the appearance of an ancient, twisted organic-metallic body in a hunched position. A pair of long arms similar to that of an insectoid ending in claws with seven razor-sharp blades/fingers on each hand. eight massive appendages extended from its back with each one ending in a tri-prong claw supporting the weight of the body. At the bottom where its legs would be located were instead metallic tentacles constantly shifting around and grabbing anything lying on the floor. At its head, six eyes glowed in ethereal light positioned in a cross form. Unlike most daemons, its mouth instead took the form of an insectoid coupled with pincers. Around its body, tomes and scrolls hung from its detailing forbidden knowledge capable of driving mortals insane from simply reading one word. All in short, a Greater Daemon.
Crawling across the floor with its appendages it observed the room with its multiple eyes before settling on the three humans.
"What is this?!" It hissed in demand in a croaky voice. "Agents of the Dark Pantheon here? Be gone off this place this instant, the hulk does not belong to the Darkness but to the Ruinous!"
Vincent strode forward and pointed his sword at the daemon. ~Everything the shadows touches belongs to them! And your presence is not welcomed in the Materium, Greater Daemon Remembrance of Time, servant of Lazori!~
Martin briefly wondered how this particular daemon managed to appear here, but suspected that it possessed a weirdboy on the first chance.
Staring deeply at the bold human, the Remembrance of Time growled in annoyance, clicking its mandibles together. "You dare tell me this? The hulk stands between the planes of reality and the souls even when enclosed in one end. Something you should be aware of Shadow Master of the Silent Guard." Vincent flinched at the announcement.
"Surprised?" The Remembrance of Time asked, 'smiling' at the smile. "I know of many things in the Cosmos that you have no idea. The knowledge that even the wannabes Lord of Changes would be envious of since they cannot hope to attain such knowledge that we have."
Skittering closer to the group, it continued to press in. "I can give you such knowledge that would not imagine. Information that could potentially fill the Archives of Voltas to brim with knowledge no other race could hope to achieve."
~Lets see…~ he placed a hand to his chin to 'think' about the proposal. ~How about NO and you can go fuck with a Keeper of Secrets while proclaiming yourself inferior to it!~
Hissing in anger at the insult, it flared its mandibles and claws in a threatening gesture. "Fools you are. Your will to the shadows blind you of the potential you could gain for so little sacrifice if you swear allegiance to the Keeper of Time!"
~Men.~ At their mention, Martin and Henrico placed themselves in battle stance. ~Let us banish this fiend back screaming to the warp and to its master!~
With a yell Martin hurled his black glaive halberd spinning at the daemon while Henrico slammed his to the floor, releasing a wave shadows at the it. Vincent rushed forward and slashed the air with his dark sword, creating a black crescent shape rushing at the warp being.
As the strikes sailed towards it, the Remembrance of Time takes a tome from its torso and flickers through the pages at will, its eyes glowing with greater power.
"Let us commence NOW!"
Ruinous Powers Codex:
Lazori, The Keeper of Time: from what me know of, Lazoki is a ranking mild warp (between major and minor) deity in the vast Pantheon of Chaos Gods inhabiting the Realm of Souls. He represents the aspects of intelligent life form's memory, detest, permanent, and stubborn. Noticeably known to clash constantly with the opposite aspects of Tzeentch, The Changer of Ways. His traits shown with his followers and servants are preservers and scholars whom show interest in keeping information and knowledge infinite regardless of its importance.
His Greater Daemons are known as Remembrances of Time, who are said to know everything that exists whether it is an invention or a new word. To them, knowledge is vital and sacred.
His Minor Daemons are referred as Heralds of Comprehension, who come forth with tomes of terrible knowledge for mortals willing to risk reading them. They appear as hunched robed figures with a hidden face only betrayed with their six glowing arranged in a pattern.
His domain is the Library of Lazori and like any other chaos deity, is located in the Realm of Souls, or known to some mortals as the Warp/Immaterium. For anyone to enter his home, they must first pass through the Mausoleum of the Forgotten, a massive structure encircling his home encompassing catacombs of hallways and chambers. In these walls lie the whispering and wailing of knowledge either destroyed or purposely forgotten in the mortal plane, desperately pleading to be read or listened by anyone. Most beings, whether mortal or immortal find it difficult to ignore the words for all this is lost knowledge, but to read even one word or listen for just a second can potentially trap you in the Mausoleum, your soul trapped forever to read the forgotten.
If successful in navigating through the structure to the center outside, you come in view of the Infinity Library,a tall structure covered in ever-shifting existing runes of power capable of driving mortals mad simply by reading them while spires constantly rise and fall, representing the use of specific knowledge through time in all realms. If able to enter the gates into the library, a being must brave through the corridors where endless elements of tomes line the walls and are constantly preserved and guarded by legions of Heralds. In these halls, knowledge can break free from their prison tomes and enter reality while driving anyone insane incapable of understanding or ensnaring any unfortunate daemons to be trapped in the pages. Only Keepers of Time are capable of passing through the information safely and enter the center room of the library, the Sanctum of Wisdom, where Lazori keeps his prize tomes of the greatest knowledge and lore in existence.
The Sacred number is 11.
Mark of Lazori gives followers' enhanced intelligence and unlimited knowledge in regards of what they choose to know.
Gifts of Lazori: Daemonic name: Lazori himself shows a champion of his own his true name in the Realm of Souls. Book of Lazori: a tome containing the finest lore from the Lazori himself that allows the wielder to know the fabric of existence. Daemon weapon: a weapon granted to a champion containing the essence of a Herald of Comprehension daemon. Face of Lazori: a champion is gifted with Lazori's visage of ethereal eyes coupled with his mandibles and metallic skin. Banner of Skill: a conglomeration of scrolls containing indescribable lore that glows in power, granting skill beyond understanding to a wielding host. Staff of Perpetuity: a bearer who wields this staff carries the will of Lazori himself, able to tear knowledge straight from the minds of mortals and the pages of tome without physical contact. Eon Spear: a weapon that is capable of tearing enemies apart with but a touch through the overwhelming flood of knowledge of complexity. Face of a Herald: a bearer features the face of a Herald daemon. Face of a Remembrance of Time: the champion is featured with the face of a Remembrance of Time daemon. Runesmith: a bearer is rewarded with the ability to create and utilize advance and powerful runes in any shape or form regardless of its origins. Crossbreed with Herald: the champion becomes a hybrid of their original form and a Herald of Comprehension.
Imperium Codex:
Black Glaive Halberd: as the namesakes suggest, this weapon is imbued with powers of the Darkness and is a popular choice of a tool by the Silent Guard. Forged in black forges in the realms of shadows, these weapons are destructive when utilized correctly and assist the bearer in managing their powers without fear of falling.
Dark Sword: similar to the black glaive, this weapon takes the form of a sword instead that is usually wielded only by seniors in the Silent Guard. These blades channel far more power and link the bearer's mind dangerously close to the shadows.
EX-Round: a more powerful cousin of the bolt round used in large sniper rifles and autocannons in the military. These shells are tipped with tungsten shards for maximum penetrating of a target with a special deuterium core much more volatile.
And that's for chapter 12 guys!
Let me know if I did well with creating a chaos god in this story cause it took me forever to think and research for this, so you lot better appreciate this!
And before you guys start raging and sputtering 'heresy' at what I did with Fulgrim. To tell you guys the truth, when I rewrote the third legion to Humanity's Children, the character of Fulgrim did not strike me as the right guy to have in charge of this group. Then I remembered that none of the Primarchs have sisters plus the fact Fulgrim tends to act a little bit feminine. So I thought 'hey, why not make him female instead and rename it Victoria? That'll twist the story' and thought is was a good idea. So I'll let you guys decide how you feel about it. Oh and one last thing, there is one last female Primarch but she is not in any of the two new legions or popular ones. I'll leave you guys to the guessing but if any of you succeed, your awesome!
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How will Johnson react to seeing his sister in this place without his knowledge? What about Magnus himself?
The Dark Eldar seems to be up to no good for our unfortunate Agente. Will he find out their plans before its too late?
What did Martin nearly fall to? How will the three Silent Guard succeed against the greater Daemon?
Find out next in Galaxia's Wars series!
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