Void Keeper Wars - Warhammer 40K

This is a crossover between Warhammer 40K and StarGate, StarWars, StarCraft. I always wanted a new race for Warhammer 40K. The new race is an amalgamation of the Galactic Empire of StarWars, Goa'uld Empire of StarGate, and the Terran and Protoss from StarCraft. I will mostly be using the Clone Wars era for the StarWars, and post Ori-invasion for the Goa'uld, and units from both StarCraft and StarCraft 2. I don't own anything from Warhammer 40K, StarGate, StarWars, StarCraft. I am just writing it for fun.

I decided to change the quiz into a competition of a character creation. Whoever comes up with most unique character will win, and I will be forced to write that character into the story no matter what I plan... a good way to add a little twist. Just give me a name, description and faction... or any other details you wanna add

Replies to reviews/comments:

awilla the hun: Yes! Thank you for the grammer error! I've fixed it. Is there another Necron Dragon? I thought there was only the Void Dragon... the Necron machine god. The Void Dragon and the my Necron dragon will have a relationship.

R'N'Rer: Yes, I have fixed the error, thanks. Gordon Freeman... huh... that is a nice idea... and the platium Necron Lord as well...

Chapter 36: War Continues unabated...

General Gripps silently frowned as he watched from his flagship the massive fleet of Ascaralius. His small fleet was hidden behind the moon. As he quietly pondered his moves, there was something else. He felt a burning sensation on his forehead, and it was as if something broke inside his head. He instinctively knew that it was something that linked between him and hs master, the dragon Kafraxialus. The bond between them had been broken asunder. Gripps knew that his master was dead. As he watched the enemies, he also knew that Ascaralius would not let him live. To save his men and himself, Gripps decided to flee. He quickly walked to the comms station and contacted his reinforcements.

"Captain Lukas? Come in, Captain Lukas!"

After a moment, someone answered.

"Yes, General Gripps. This is Captain Lukas! We are only an hour away from your position, sir."

"Abort the arrival, captain. Instead, change course and arrive at this coordinate. Do not involve the Clones or the Goa'uld. Just bring our forces there."

"Sir? Yes, sir."

"I'm sending the coordinates now."

"Coordinates received, general. We are changing course."

"Very well, I will see you there."

"Yes, sir."

Then he turned to the helmsman.

"Helms, set course and engage hyperdrive."

"Yes, sir!"

--

Anuraks watched as his Jaffa brought him the dead body of Linosis.

"Turn him around!"

The Jaffa turned the body over. Anuraks carefully scanned the body then frowned.

"So, he has escaped… Jaffa, Kree! Find what was in that cell."

The Jaffa nodded and left the room. Anuraks pondered in his seat then standing up, he walked out of the room. He walked through the great marble corridor silently, followed by two Kull Warriors. He stopped in front of a great door. He raised his hand device and opened the door with it. Inside the chamber was Ascaralius in the throne he took from Kafraxialus. Anuraks bowed deeply. Ascaralius gestured him closer.

"What is it, Anuraks?"

"My Jaffa have found Linosis. His host was dead but his symbiote was missing. He was found in one of the prison cells. I think the prisoner, whoever it was, killed Linosis then was infected with him."

"I see. When you capture him, you may do whatever you want with him."

"Thank you, my lord."

--

Planet Grimson II of Grimson system was at the edge of the Imperium territory in the Gargosia sector to the edge of the Segmentum Tempest and bordered on the Ultima Segmentum. It was one of the worlds that were beyond the control or influence of the Lord Marshal Hegalis. In fact, it was commanded by a company of Space Marines from the Eagles of Saturn Chapter, whose homeworld lies deep within Ultima Segmentum.

The Brother-Captain of the 8th Reserve Company, Captain Orelus frowned as the PDF reported more of their men missing and civilians being massacred in small villages in the outskirts. Three sergeants entered the room and saluted.

"Ah, brothers. I need your squads to patrol the town of Ira to the south west. That is the largest settlement that has been attacked. The remaining PDF forces there have rescued several hundred civilians but I need to know the foundation of this trouble."

"We will get right on it, sir. Next shuttle to the battle barge is in fifteen minutes. We will go up in that."

"Good, brothers. Report to me once you have completed your searches."

"Yes, Brother Captain."

--

"This is squad two calling squad one. Anything yet?"

"Nothing. We will call you if we need any help. Of course, don't hesitate to call us when you are scared."

"We strike fear into their heart… whoever they are, and you should be more afraid."

"Afraid of what? Your shooting skills? You can't shoot for shit, Orem."

"I still can shoot better than you, Dexis."

"This is squad three. Guys, cut the chatter and search the town."

"Fine!"

The squad two moved in a formation. Eight battle brothers, with two heavy bolters and two plasma guns, and the brother sergeant in the middle of formation. As they walked down the street, they could see the low buildings all around them. Brother Sergeant Orem tensed up as he gripped his plasma pistol. With his power sword on his back, he was holding a custom weapon. His hoby was training and being a blacksmith. Though he did not make anything technological, he would forge his brothers various shrikens, throwing daggers, throwing axes and short swords.

This weapon was made for himself. Forged from adamantium/titanium alloy with a help from a Techpriest, it was power weapon. Taking a piece of broken power sword blade, he set it at the end of his spear, and then forged a fan of six thick blades to encircle the main blade. This allow him to swing it anyway and still hurt his enemies. Not forgetting his role as the brother sergeant, he embedded the flag of his Chapter on to a large metal plate and covered circular area that was connecting the power sword blade to the staff part, where various mechanical parts were exposed.

The other end of the weapon held a sharp spearhead and just above it was a large cylinderical machine which would eject the spearhead with incredible force. In fact, the cylinder contained a magazine of six additional spearheads. This custom weapon was not the only modification he has made to his arsenals. On his plasma pistol, he attached a couple of blades and spikes so that he can smash enemies with it in emergency.

All of his company's battlebrothers equipped their armour with five spikes on the forearm of their armour, and it allowed them greater melee advantage. Also, all their armours are coated with a single layer of adamantium/titanium alloy, allowing more defence. All these modifications were done under the influence of sergeant Orem and his enthusiasm for making things.

Orem looked at one of battlebrothers wielding a heavy bolter. Rather than traditional belt holding the heavy bolter, the heavy bolter was held in place by several metal rods which held it place even when the Space Marine let go of it. While it was slightly more difficult to aim it, this modification allowed the Space Marine to use one hand for a melee weapon or a sidearm, reducing the traditional weakness of the Space Marine armed with a heavy bolter.

"Are you alright, brother Corin?"

"Yes, brother sergeant. These soild harnesses are bit clumsy, but I think I can manage."

"Good, brother. Wait, what was that? Eleven o'clock!"

Orem thought he saw something. The squad paused for a minute but nothing was there.

"I can't see anything… was it an Eldar or something?"

"Possibly… there were some Eldar activities around here too."

One of the squad member in the front right suddenly aimed his bolter on a house.

"I think I just saw something. Two o'clock!"

"What was it?"

"Something greyish blue… pale and lith… I think we might have Eldar here…"

"This is squad two… We have something… We think it might be Eldar."

"What would Eldar be doing around here?"

"I don't know, but I want to fight out by slowly torturing prisoners."

"Man, you are bloody!"

"Oh, yes! I will make these xeno scums bleed!"

Orem laughed as continued to walk. Then he definitely saw something. Something flashed from one of the rooftops. Orem threw himself to the side and crashed into the Space Marine holding a plasma gun. Both of them fell to the side when an Eldar shriken streaked past them. Instantly, the Space Marines took over to the sides. Orem and four marines took cover to left. Orem quickly called other squads.

"This is second squad. We are under attack."

"This is squad one, who is attacking?"

"Wait…"

On the rooftops to the two o'clock of their position, he clearly saw Eldar Guardian squad taking up positions.

"I am seeing Eldar Guardians, but there might be more."

"Stand by, brother, we've just engaged the Eldar as well. Kill them all, brothers."

"Agreed, brother. Just report to the brother-capain without fail."

"Alright!"

Then one of the squad members of the other side of the street gestured.

"Sergeant, twelve o'clock! Banshees!"

"Shoot them down!"

The Space Marines carrying heavy bolters began to fire. Large bolts streak past and the Banshees flung to the sides and took cover. Orem and others on the left turned their guns to the two o'clock and fired at the Guardians. The Guardians fired their shrikens. The cover was not good enough and Orem saw a dumpster between the buildings. He grabbed the dumpster and dragged it to block against the Guardians. The Space Marines on the other side saw it and they also grabbed a dumpster and flung it at them, and they caught it and made a cover against the Guardians.

Orem fired his plasma pistol and shot down a Guardian. Then the Banshees charged. Despite the death of four Banshees by the heavy bolters, the Banshees arrived upon them. One of the Banshees came upon one of the heavy bolter carrying Space Marine. However, he was wearing the modified heavy bolter where he could use his left hand. Taking a bolter pistol, the Space Marine fired four shots at the Banshee. The powerful bolter shots made four holes in the Banshee's armour and blood splattered as the Banshee fell.

Orem stepped out of the dumpster cover and fired at the Banshee in the head. The super heated plasma smashed into the Bnahsee's mask and she fell as the plasma cooked their head behind the mask. Then a Banshee came to him from the side. Orem, growling, swung his custom weapon. The Banshee dodged the first strike, but Orem's weapon had blades on all sides. The backswing dug deep into the Banshee's side. The Banshee screamed but still raised her sword. Orem turned his pistol and fired it into the Banshee's chest.

Taking his weapon out of the Banshee, Orem saw more enemies. Six Banshees came down the roofs. Orem shouted at his squadmates on the left side of the street.

"Banshees above you!"

It was too late. The Banshees jumped down and struck their swords into the Space Marines. Two went down immediately, but the attacking Banshees went down also as the Space Marines squeezed the triggers of their bolters as they went down and pointed at the Bnashees. The blood splattered over Orem, as he fired his pistol at another Banshee. Three Banshees decided to come to him. He growled and charged. He tackled one with his shoulder and stabbed another one with the speartip of his weapon. The weapon went through cleanly as the mighty strength of a Space Marine punctured the head of the Eldar.

Then he let go of his weapon and stepped back, just as a Banshee slashed at him. Orem placed his pistol right in front of her chest and fired. Steam rose as the blood vapourized and the Eldar collapsed. Then the Banshee he tackled was there and knocked the pistol from Orem's hand. Orem did not pause. Straight away, he punched the Eldar with the fist that was holding the pistol. The Banshee stumbled, and Orem snatched up his weapon and swung it down, slicing the Banshee in half.

Another Banshee was there, and Orem struck. The Banshee leader blocked the attack with her sword. Orem's weapons spun and struck again and the Banshee evaded. Just at that moment, Orem saw an opening, and he kicked her. The Banshee leader stumbled and Orem struck down with his weapon, and it sliced off her arm. She screamed but still swung her sword. Her strength failed her as her sword cut through the armour but not deep enough to injure him.

The battle was over. Two Space Marines were dead and at least nine Banshee had fallen. Orem looked down on the Banshee leader and pointed his weapon at her.

"Foolish bitch! Your kind is not welcome here, Eldar. This world is and always have been Imperium World. You shall pay for the death of humans in this town."

The Eldar coughed as her strength slowly ebbed away. She slowly looked up.

"We did not kill the people here, you bigot. We have come to stop an enemy far greater…"

Orem frowned. He did not trust the word of an alien, especially the Eldar who are well known for their deceiving nature. However, he had to know.

"What? What do you mean?"

The Eldar sighed.

"It is too late, now. They have arrived."

"Who? Who has done this? Why have you attacked us if you were not planning to fight us?"

"We were setting a trap for the enemy, but your coming here would have triggered it too early."

"Who is this enemy? The Tyranids? Orks? The Chaos?"

"No… the… dragons…"

She went silent as her life ended. Orem pondered her words as the members of his squads gathered up the deads. Then he heard sounds of engines. A dozen Acclamator Assault ships slowly descended, covering the sky. Orem quickly called the squad one but there was no answer. Orem looked at the incoming ships and gritted his teeths.

"What now?"

Then he heard another sound. Thrumming sound from a rooftop to the left. The rest of the surviving squad members quickly raised their weapons. On the rooftop was a figure clad in completely black armour wielding a red energy blade.

--

The Shadow Trooper reported his location and decided to take on the Space Marine. He jumped high into the air. The Space Marines fired their bolters and plasma guns. The Shadow Trooper used Force Push to knock aside the incoming bolts and deflected the plasma shots. As soon as he landed, a Space Marine swung the chain blade. The Shadow Trooper quickly blocked it, and the powerful lightsaber sliced through chain weapon. Without losing the momentum, the Shadow Trooper slashed down with the lightsaber. With a sizzle, the red energy blade cut into the helmet and then down to the chest.

Just as he pulled out the lightsaber, Orem fired his plasma pistol at the Shadow Trooper. Deflecting the plasma, the Shadow Trooper dodged to the side and evaded Orem's weapon. The Shdaow Trooper rolled fast and before the Space Marine with heavy bolter could aim at him, he thrusted the lightsaber into the Space Marine's chest. The Space Marine groaned in pain, but thanks to the second heart, he lived, and quickly pulled out a short sword made by Orem. It was a personal gift for saving him on one of the missions almost ninty years ago.

Surprised, the Shadow Trooper pulled back, just as Orem slashed at him with his weapon. The power blade of the weapon struck the blocking lightsaber and the two mighty weapons locked together. Orem aimed his pistol but the Shadow Trooper grabbed the gun and pulled it to the side. The strength of the genetically enhanced Space Marine was too much for a Shadow Trooper. If he had been a Jedi Knight or Jedi Master, under the direct authority of the Dragon Lords' Conclave, then he could have withstood it, but the Space Marine was too much for the Shadow Trooper.

Orem let go of his pistol and quickly grabbed for his Power Sword on his back. The right shoulder piece of the power armour cracked under the forceful movement, but Orem reached the handle and pulled it out, and sliced the Shadow Trooper in half. The top half of the body fell backward as the lightsaber went off. Orem looked down at the dead enemy and grabbed the energy weapon that sliced through the Power Armour. Then he grabbed the top half of the dead body and put it on his shoulder. He turned to his squad mates.

"Marines, we are returning to the HQ, now. We must report this."

I hope it was fun. Anything to fix, then post a comment, thanks.