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.
Sorry for being absent for so long. These three chapters are all that I have written for a while... but now I am fired up again!
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Sorry for not updating for a while. I had a writer's block for this story. I lost the detailed plot sheets, and couldn't bother rewriting all that. I still have the general outline, so I am going to fix up the story, and continue on. I also lost several other sheets with details. Now I forgot my own settings about Evial, Lantexia and Augusta... but I have recently been playing a game on , which is apparently inspired by this story. I play Grey Knight Grand Master Amaris Augusta, and I will use that setting here as well... mostly, anyway.
Chapter 52: Escape to Makrengrad
The power of the Ori mothership was undeniable. Its powerful beam weapon only took two shots to bring down an Imperial ship, and three at most. With the reinforcements, the goa'uld fleet pressed forward, firing all their weapons at the Imperial fleet as the table suddenly turned. The Ori ship moved further into the Imperial Fleet's formation, allowing all of its secondary weapons to fire on something. The void shields were nothing to the incredibly powerful weapons. Within minutes, four more ships were destroyed.
Brighter Glory XXII, an old model battleship, sitting at the rear of the fleet was the last main ship left in the fleet, and its captain decided to take control. He believed that such losses could no longer be tolerated.
"This is Captain Julianis Feleth of Brighter Glory XXII, in the name of the Emperor, we must retreat and preserve our forces. We are all that stand between our enemies and the last imperial strongholds in the sector. Launch all escape pods!"
~This is Captain Gilian Terrancis of Bane's Roar IX, My ship and a few others are already damaged. We will hold off the enemy as long as we can!~
"Thank you, brother. The Imperium will remember your name."
~Go with Emperor, captain.~
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With almost two third of the fleet destroyed, the remaining ships broke orbit, and headed back to the main fleet to warn them. Upon receiving the news, the commanders decided to abandon what remaining refugees on the planet. After all, they had rescued all Space Marines, Imperial Guards and PDFs. The fleet broke orbit in hurry, taking all the supplies they could and all the combatants, leaving most of the civilians in terror as the Goa'uld ships moved over the planet, firing their plasma cannons at them.
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Jonas and other sighed in relief as they entered the Warp. While the Immaterium was truly dangerous, they had the Emperor guiding them and they were at least far from their immediate enemy. They gathered to plot their next move. Evial spoke.
"Most of our planets in the sector have been conquered. Except for the key planets of Cafalas and Gregoris, I deem less than ten Imperial planets remaining in the sector."
Lantexia nodded grimly.
"I see… it is disturbing how fast these Dracoranians have conquered our worlds… they are simply too swift in their actions. Even the Chaos or Eldar do not strike this fast and hard…"
Barius slammed his fist on the table.
"So where to now?"
Jonas searched the starcharts and pointed to a planet between the fleet and Gregoris system.
"This is Makrengrad… an imperial world… I believe that it has not yet succumbed to the enemy. There are other planets in the nearby systems that are failing, but the surviving fleet has been heading there. We were able to make connections to a couple of those ships heading to Makrengrad."
Evial raised a question.
"Why don't we just go straight to Cafalas or Gregoris?"
"The Dracoranians have placed powerful blockades around the four systems between Makrengrad and Gregoris, and Cafalas is just a bit too far. As staging grounds for the final push into Cafalas, the Dracoranians have been flooding the systems surrounding Cafalas with ships and armies. Only three systems between Gregoris and Cafalas remain untouched for now."
Lantexia nodded.
"However, I do not see going to Makrengrad is going to help us get through the blockade."
Jonas began to explain.
"We have made contact with two members of Officio Assasinorum who were forced to flee to Makrengrad from their original missions. During their travels they have found a few things that we may be able to use to our advantage."
"Such as ?"
"We now know what the stargate does, and the Assassins have figured it out all by themselves. The Order of Stargate has landed a stargate on Makrengrad and is pouring ground forces on to the planet. Fortunately, the people of Makrengrad and the survivors of seven neighbouring systems gathered there are fighting back. If we can get there in time, we may be able to secure the planet, capture the stargate and create a direct path to Corvinius III, at the heart of the blockade against Gregoris system."
Barius smiled and nodded approvingly.
"Ah, so we can make it through the blockade and reinforce Gregoris."
Evial chimed in.
"And to evacuate the military forces from Makrengrad to regroup."
Jonas nodded. Lantexia raised an eyebrow.
"From what we know… this Astria Porta have dialling of addresses, and we have no idea what that is."
Jonas answered with a smile.
"The Assassins were busy. They have figured out several addresses, including the one leading to Corvinius III, and to Makrengrad."
Lantexia smiled. He turned to a minor officer standing near the door.
"Good. We go there then. Have the captain of the ship direct the fleet toward Makrengrad."
"Yes, Lord Librarian."
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The route to Makrengrad was not a hard one. It almost seemed as if the dark gods of Chaos have withdrawn from this region of the galaxy. Travelling through the warp, the fleet appeared on the fringes of the Makrengrad's solar system. Above the planet was a small fleet of a dozen Ha'taks and a single Apophis class ship. They were positioned above Harengrad, the province where the former capital used to be. The city of Harenov was now in ruins from the bombardment and nearly six thousand Jaffa and two thousand Clone Troopers have settled down across the city to maintain order among the civilian sectors. However, great land battle erupted daily nearly a thousand kilometres from the city. The neighbouring provinces have decided to fight to the last man and woman rather than to submit to the invaders.
One of these battles happened on Ghorhal plains to the south of Mengrad province. Mengrad was the current seat of the planet's central government after it has been driven out from Harengrad and again from the great city of Volonisk. In order to maintain the fight, the central government ordered the 'Total War Alert', the order that has only been issued three times previously, two of them during the end of the Horus Heresy against the traitors. As to the registlation of the Total War Alert, the whole of the planet became militaristic and every men, women and children were forced to help with the war effort. Great factories that once made three-wheeled bikes now made war bikes armed with two forward lasguns. Factories that made summer clothing for the women now made military issue pants. The lasgun factories that had been reduced to mere trickle of their once glorious production capacity were awakened again, now producing thousands of lasguns and laspistols for the conscripts. With even the reserve PDFs, who worked as the police force, now redirected into the frontlines, the conscription forced the capacity to arm these people to the limits.
Fortunately for Colonel Stanislav Dmitri, the 672nd Makrengrad regiment of conscripted foot, which consisted mostly of his former office staff who worked for him, the Director of Information of Mengrad province. Not only the 500 or so staff was part of his regiment, another 2500 from various conscription camps and the servitors were now taken as the communication plantforms for the ever increasing number of conscripted divisions and battalions. There was only one servitor now given to Dmitri, the 'Anchorman' as his people called it.
Dmitri patted his pair of laspsitols strapped to each thigh, and gently ran his hand over the lasgun. As he admired the weapon that saved him life during the last six battles, a man came up to him. Dmitri turned his head slightly to look at the man. The man was slightly overweight and was having some difficulty breathing.
"Director Dmitri! I mean, Colonel Dmitri, we have a message coming through. The central command says that the scouts have found the enemies moving this way. The central command believes that the enemy will attempt to push through here, and then set up a fortification to be used as a staging ground for the assault into the Mengrad. The enemy will be here in an hour."
"Damn it. Do we have backup? When is the reinforcement coming?"
"Sorry, sir, but the 49th PDF Armored Battlion, 543rd, 547th and 601st Conscripts infantry are assigned as reinforcements but they will be here in three days."
"Three days? I only have three thousand… no, less than three thousand 'conscripts' to fight against Emperor knows how many enemies! Get to the Anchorman and alert the nearby conscript garrisons and ask for their help. How about 664th down at the Verelisk valley, and 674th and 677th at the the town of Chenov? Get them here!"
"Yes, colonel."
"While you are getting to Anchorman, get me all the sergeants in command of the battalions. I need to brief them."
"Yes, colonel."
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The Goa'uld General Miridin was looking at a screen when a Jaffa and three clone officers came in. They bowed to her and waited for her to speak. After a few minutes, she turned her head.
"Speak."
"The preparations are ready, my lady. All three regiments, totaling 6900 clones are within an hour's distance from the enemy and we are ready to strike at them. They will be supported by twelve AT-APs and three AT-TEs as well as three TX-130 Sabers and four LAATs."
"Good. Authorise the use of… three AV-7 cannons. Do they know we are coming for them?"
"I do not expect it so, my lady. They will taken by surprise and we shall crush them."
"Good. I already have spent too much time on this backward planet. Other goa'ulds are vying for my position already."
"I understand, my lady. We will press the attack.
"Do that, commander. We must push into Mengrad within two days before the reinforcements from Dovlonisk arrive to help their main force."
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It began to rain. The sky darkened as the black clouds hid the sun and moved up north. Dmitri could not help feel that the enemy was like the stormy cloud slowly advancing upon them. He had positioned his regiment ten meters forward from the trenches. Positioning the heavy weapons teams in the front and the two thirds of the regiment backing them up, Dmitri was hoping that the heavy weapons would cut down the enemies long before they reached the trenches. He breathed deeply and the cool air filtered through his system, clearing his head. Soon, the rain will pour and had this not been the middle of the summer heatwave, they would have fought in snow.
As Dmitri looked through the monocular scope on his lasgun, which was a personalised model which he paid a large sum to have it customised, he could see the small dark dots at the edge of the horizon between the rolling hills to the south. To his horror, he could see the silluettes of vehicles. While his heavy weapons teams had lascannons, the majority of them were equipped with heavy bolters against infantries. Since most of the enemies were infantries, it did not really matter… until now.
"Emperor damn this alien scums! Men, ready yourselves to defend against the Emperor-forsaken filths who dare to attack the Imperium!"
The men roared, but somehow, their cheers were not quite cheerful.
