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Chapter 13
Flashback
Fehsadera Mehabrique once thought that her people's way was the only solution from escaping the horrible faith of It-Who-Thirsts. She once thought that it was in the right
Born and raised in Commoragh, she joined the ranks of the Kabal of the Bloody Storm, and quickly rose through the ranks as Dracon, through typical backstabbing and deception, but none the less, this was how things were back then, and were achieved, and she defended her position well
She would lead her Archon's forces into many raids and battles, Whispers of her feats and prowess quickly spread amongst and across the denizens of Commorragh, and many attempts were made on her life, but thanks to her skills, did she kept anyone from even harming a single hair on her.
But then things started to change
While raiding the Imperium World of Attila in the Segmentum Ultima, while fighting some Planetary Defense Forces, she was about to be killed by a squad of Guardsmen at point blank range, and it was here at that moment of her life that she had unknowingly unleashed a mysterious wave of power at the group, force pushing them hard into the side of the wall, with enough force to crack their spines, killing them
She thought at first that she was a Psyker, but when she realized she was, she hid that fact away from her Archon and other 'fellow' comrades, as Psykers are forbidden in the Dark City of the Webway. When she wasn't hunting down people, she was secretly training herself in new powers, only managing to know little more about her powers. It was then that she realised that she wasn't a Psyker, as the power of a Psyker feel more darker than the one that she possess. What she possess, is one of Anger, cold and hatred all channeled into her abilities.
And ever since she thought that she was a special odd one out, out of the billions of lives in the Galaxy...
But she was wrong
It was during a raid on a World that her Archon thought belonged to the Imperium, that she realised that she wasn't.
Navaria Prime, Navaria System, Veiled Region
Navaria, before the Tyrannic-Sith Wars, in the context of the Imperium classification was once an Agriculture World, and was once one of the main major contributors of Food suppliments and Supply to the Sith Empire.
Although it may just be an Agriculture world, it had a steady growing industry present on the planet.It was on this planet, that her life took a slight change.Her Archon thought it was just another simple backwater world of the Imperium, isolated and alone from the rest of it. Her Archon cackled with glee at the thought of the mass of rewards present on the world, and her warriors had similar thoughts, but she had a feeling that things would not go well, like something was telling her that the raid would not end well for them.The mere unfortunate irony about it, was that she was right.They've managed to sneak past the planet's defences, which consisted of a Single Bellator-Class Dreadnaught and two Imperial-II Class Star Destroyers, but unknown to them, it was all part of a plan to box them in.
She still remembered the battle on the surface.
She remembered the dreaded defence that they had prepares for them. The large town that they targeted for, was devoided of life, save for the awaiting garrison of soldiers there, in armour that, back then she never seen before. The defence was brutal. Alot of blaster fire, but they managed to get close enough, close enough for them to start falling back, but this was where they sprung their surprise.
Behind their backs, they landed down large monstrosities called AT-AT walkers behind them as well as AT-ST Mk.II as well as their assault variants, the AT-ST/A. Then fresh troops landed behind and front, surrounding the large raiding force on both sides, and finally, when she asked for reinforcements from the Cruisers above, and when she recieved no response, she looked up, and that is where she saw a massive monstrosity, its size dwarfing any known ship in the galaxy. She watched as that ship, and the garrison ships tore apart the Kabal's fleet, like it was nothing. It was a ship that she later come to learn as an Eclipse-Class Star Dreadnaught.
It was more of a massacre, than a battle really. Kabalite warriors fell left and right to the immense blaster fire from all sides. She and a small group of Kabalite Warriors managed to sneak away from their attack force, and when she led her group past that building, it was there that she saw them.
Her Archon, fighting a strange, but beautifully red skinned alien woman, with black tattoes all over her body, fighting against the Archon using a beautiful red glowing saber staff. Around the woman, layed the dead remains of the Archon's Incubi guards, their bodies filled with red scorching marks. She watched as the Archon attempted to defend himself, but to no prevail he could not overpower the alien woman. Everytime he would use a weapon against her, the blade would slice the weapon in half, rendering it useless. The Archon with one last ditch attempt, tried to stab her when her guard dropped a bit, when he 'surrendered', but the woman saw it coming a mile away and Force-pushed the Archon away, and it was this, that she found that she wasn't the only one with such abilities, and that the abilites that she and that woman possess aren't part of the warp. They did not feel like it, they did not have the same feel as where every Psyker, with the exception of Orks draw from. From what she felt, was that it was instead drawn from a differant source, and mixed in it, was nothing but hatred, anger and coldness in it.
The woman had forced pushed him in her direction as the Archon landed in front of her feet. Her path is clear, she knows what she needs to do now. She has seen it. A new, better solution to her current one.As the 'faithful' servant, she helped her Archon up, and when he had his back turned, she killed him. Gruesomely cut off his head with her Whip-blade, ending the Archon's long life as leader of the Kabal of the Bloody Storm.The Clones weapon's were raised against her, but a hand from the woman told them to stand down. She approached the now Ex-Drachon, and the Drachon herself presented the head of her used to be Archon, and herself included, in exchange of learning this new power, a power that has offered her a new solution to a problem.A solution that would free her from her bonds.There was never Peace in this galaxy, there never was. It is a lie. There is only Passion, the seductively actions that she used to rise to the top. Through Passion, she gain Power, the power as Drachon, through years of backstabbing and deception, to gain her rightful place. Through Power, she gained Victory,The victories that she has brought forth, her skills bringing forth her Archon's fruitations. And now, with her ultimate victory, her chains have been broken.For now and ever, till the end of her lifetime, The Force, as she would come to learn Shall finally set her free.Flashback ends"We're all set ma'am" A Cline trooper reported to Paleva, as they had finished loading up the finally supplies onto their Upsilon-Class Shuttle. "Shall we get going?"
"We're still waiting for one more" Paleva told the trooper "Just get the engines ready if you don't mind sergeant"
"Yes ma'am" The sergeanr saluted before headed up the ramp to do just as he was ordered to. Paleva turned her head to the side and saw the person that she was waiting, walking towards her.
Fehsadera Mehabrique, after her counter with the red-skinned woman, that is now her master, had learned many things from her time with her. She had learnt the ways of the Sith, their history, their power, their skills, and she had taken them to heart, for she knew that they shall free her.
No longer she was the Dark Eldar Drachon that raided vulnerable worlds, but now a Sith Warrior, of the Sith Empire, the new rising power that she had sworn herself to, and she was glad that she did.
She dropped her hood, revealing her flowing dark red hair and saffron eyes, no longer the light purple that she once has. She still wore some parts of her old Kabalite Warrior armor underneath her hooded cloak. Her whip-sword, now enhanced by Sith Alchemy to be able to cut through anything, rested in its scabbard on her hip, and her duel-phase lightsaber, a gift from the Emperor himself rested on the opposite side of her hip.
"Fehsadera" Paleva greeted her student with a smile
"Master" Fehsadera greeted back
"Took you long enough" Paleva said
"Shush" She responded back "Not my fault that I had to get my cloak, heard there were some Eldar here"
"Yes there are" Paleva confirmed for her, but she already knew that her pupil had already seen them "You haven't done anything funny to them didn't you?"
"Funny?" Fehsadera gasped mockingly "Oh no I didn't do anything~" She said "I only gave them a death stare, thats all"
"Fehsadera they haven't done anything to you, and yet you hate them with a passion" Paleva sighed
"Hey, its not my fault that they wont shut the fuck up about the past. They bitch, moan, complain about the old days, when the we once had our empire, before the birth of Slaanesh and vusa versa" She let out a frustrated groan "So fucking annoying!"
"Well we can't help them with that anyways" Paleva spoke "If they feel that way then leave them. Let them remain in the past, while we remain in the constant and everchanging future"
"Yes master" Fehsadera nodded, as she boarded the shuttle along with her master.
"Arc Trooper Lloyd" Paleva adressed the Arc trooper waiting for them in the shuttle. The Arc Trooper saluted "What is the status of the Fleet?"
"The Star Corps has assembled outside of the Calamity, an Eclipse-Class Dreadnaught, two Bellator-Class Dreadnaught, and Four Imperial-II Class Star Destroyers""Good" Paleva nodded "Its time that we get going then"
Bridge
"Sir, Lady Paleva has left the hangar bay" An officer reported
"Good" Karna nodded "I believe its time to head to Tartarus"
"At once general" said the Officer. Within a matter of seconds, Karna's fleet jumped into Hyperspace.
Starkiller Base
They've done it.
After many attempts of replicating Gauss Technology
They've finally done it.
Darth Rezar stared with wonder and glee at the energy container that contained a replicated version of the energy used to fuel a Necron Gauss Flayer.
"Congrats sir" Said a scientist working with Rezar "You've finally done it"
"I did" Rezar said, lifting up the container, and inspecting it
"Energy levels normal, no signs of reaction" continued the scientist
"After trials and errors, we've replicated the very thing that gives Necrons their power"
"With this we can provide a new power source for the civilian population, create new weapons for the Military"
"Thats the Idea" Rezar told him "Now begin constructing the Assimilator-Class Star Destroyer. I believe its time"
"At once my lord"
Grimoire, Grimoire System, Veiled Region
"Com on boyz!" shouted a large Ork Warboss, motioning a crooked claw at the approaching Soldiers "Dey ain't tuff!"
The remaining Ork boyz, Ard Boyz, Shoota Boyz and Rocket Boyz rallied behind their warboss as they charged the approaching Galactic Marines
The Ork Warboss, Warboss Ironskull for the past few days, ever since he had formed his own Waagh! Had been attempting to take control of this world, and the surrounding planets for his dream of a Waagh! Empire. But unfortuantly, this little humie, and his Marines had been stopping him from achieving his dream. These humies were unlike the regular humie troopers of the Empire. These humies were fierced. They were fierced, so fierce that they do whatever they can to stop them or win a battle. At one point, they ran out of ammo, and they did something that the warboss found absurd. Using their rifles as clubs, they beaten his boys to death! To death! Just what kind of soldiers were they! And now here they are, fighting a final battle against them, and he sure ain't gonna let them win!
Ironskull was the first to charge in, creating a swatt of death as he broke through their ranks. A Galactic Marine with a rocket launcher attempted to blow his organs out, but Ironskull using his claw hand he crushingly grabbed the trooper's head and flunged him into his comrade.
A Galactic Marine shot down a Shoota boyz before using the club as a weapon, wacked an Ork in the face, while another tackled another ork down before starting to choke the life out of the poor Ork.
It was a mess. Orks were cleaving a bloody mess through the Galactic Marines ranks while they in return were either gunning them down, or beating them to death with their weapons, fists or uding the Ork's own melee weapons. Amongst the ranks of the Orks was Darth Kaiser, a young Sith. Like what the Ork said, Kaiser was short, at a height of 4'9 with Brown curly hair and green eyes. He wore Sith Reaver Armor that gave him enhanced strength and power during combat.
Kaiser spun his blade at some Orks, decapitating them of their heads as he then Force-Push an Ork armed with a flamer into a firing squad of Shoota Boyz, the bullets impacting the Ork flamer's fuel tank, exploding in a mass of flames, setting the orks ablaze. Kaiser then visected an Ork from hip to right shoulder before visecting another one from left shoulder to his waist. A Shoota boy tried to kill the Sith Lord only to be put down by a well placed shot to the head by a Galactic Marine.
The battle was becoming more and more intense. With even some vehicles being through into the mix. A Kill can sliced through 5 Marines before an AT-AT leg stepped on the machine, destroying it. The same Marine that was wacking an Ork to death with his rifle, smashed an Ork Choppa into an Ork's head before pulling his pistol and firing a well aimed shot into another Ork's brain.
Ironskull, disengaging his claw from another Marine looked around him. Seeing his boys beginning to lose, he believed its about time to go now. He attempted to retreat, only for him to suddenly freeze in his place.
"Oh! Wat da!" He cried out before he was suddenly drawn towards Kaiser, who awaited the Ork Warboss with his hand stretched out and lightsaber in other hand, a smirk on his face. The last thing that the Ork saw was the glowing red blade swinging towards him as he was brutally sliced in half.
"What are the casualties commander?" Kaiser asked his Clone Commander, Ramses
"30 dead, 25 wounded general" Ramses told him
"Press the attack general, don't let the Orks even breath!"
"Sir yes sir" Ramses saluted before rushing off to help the others. Kaiser sighed as he watched the battle beginning to settle down, with Orks attempting to flee from the field, but the Galactic Marines were having none of that as they gave chase. Finally, after a few weeks, this troublesome infestation on Grimoire is over.
EndThings are kicking into gear now! Karna and his legion has finally set course for Tartarus, and the Imperium there will be the first to come into contact with them. Don't forget to leave a comment, and any suggestions and feedback. Till next time everyone.
Oh and my new Crossover will be a Magic: The Gathering x Warhammer Age of Sigmar. Still in the stages of planning.