Lord Drake Misadventures 56
By: Vyce Dryke 2009

The Fortress shakes and explodes a few more times in several areas.

Drake: Well so much for the tea party at 1600. I'll have to apologize to Mr. Snugglesworth and his wonderful friends again for missing it. I'm sure they'll understand. An if not. Well... I'm a Chaos Lord.
Tlanextic: So Icil was loyal to them after all..
Drake: Seems so.
Tlanextic: Where the hell is Vyce? You think he'd be around during this.

Lord Drake shrugs.

Drake: Not my problem right now... I'm more concerned about their secret weapon secreted in the basement.
Tlanextic: So.. What is the secret weapon?
Drake: I don't know. I tried to ask Roy and Roy just told me he didn't know, it's a secret.
Tlanextic: We're in the middle of a break out, and you have no idea what their or our secret weapon is?
Drake: Wasn't that Vyce?
Tlanextic: He's not exactly secret, now is he?
Drake: This is true.
Tlanextic: So where is it located?
Drake: That's a secret too! D:
Tlanextic: Is it possible Roy lied to you and we don't really have a secret weapon?
Drake: No. Why would Roy lie to me. I trust him.
Tlanextic: And you trusted Icil?
Drake: Hm..

Rhuemwight walks up from the stairwell of the Fortress tower, aheming.

Drake: What do you want?
Rhuemwight: I've been under your boot for too long my Lord. It's about time I revealed who I truly am.
Tlanextic: A good for nothing cultist?
Drake: A Robot from the future sent back in time to assassinate John Conner to prevent him from the machine uprising?
Rhuemwight: No!
Drake: An unstable cultist ready to explode for no reason at all and be reformed by Khorne for his amusement?
Rhuemwight: Well.. that's kinda accurate.
Tlanextic: Weak and frail?
Rhuemwight: Maybe. I'm actually an Inquisitor.
Drake: That's a load of garbage right there.
Tlanextic: I'm skeptical that our comic relief cultist is -really- an inquisitor.
Rhuemwight: I've been undercover for years. Remember when that one Inquisitor was here, saying he wanted to join us?
Drake: yeah?
Rhuemwight: And remember how I exploded on him?
Tlanexitc: Yes.
Rhuemwight: I made sure he wouldn't be a problem. I know your ways, I know where everything is.
Drake: So do you know where the secret weapon is?
Rhuemwight: What secret weapon?
Drake: I don't know. It's a secret.
Tlanextic: Your hopeless.
Drake: That still doesn't explain you coming back to life after dying. Or Spleens.
Rhuemwight: Welll... You have me there. I have no idea either. But regardless it's been fun, but I need to destroy the both.. of.. you?

Drake has Rhuemwight lifted by the neck with the gloves of his armor, snorting and holding him over the edge of the tower.

Drake: You don't scare me cultist.
Rheumwight: That's Lord Inquisitor Rhuemwight to you!
Drake: Yeah yeah, you don't scare me.

Drake drops Rhuemwight, and he begins falling to his death.

Drake: That takes care of that.

Five minutes later, while outside and inside the fortress, a fight for the fate of the Black Dragons and Black Draconis continue. Troops here and there, the Chaos Dragon nowhere in sight, Lord Drake watching from the tower, Tlanextic leaving to summon Tzeentchi Daemons, explosions and vehicles humming to life.

Rhuemwight: I hate these stairs.
Drake: Come to fall again?
Rhuemwight: I have friends.
Drake: Friends?

Ezra and Icil step onto the top of the tower, Icil licking her lips, and Ezra with his chainsword roaring.

Ezra: It's time to put an end to this...
Icil: Your time is over Lord Drake. The Imperium is ready to strike every major Chaos planet, Black Legion, Alpha Legion, Word Bearers, and many other legions. You need to fall first, for being the only one to lead a Crusade to victory over Cadia.
Drake: Well first of all...

Before anyone can move, Drake throws Rhuemwight over the edge again, and the newly revealed Inquisitor screams to his death, and screams about his liver.

Drake: And where is Tlanextic. Where is Vyce? Tlanextic should be here.
Icil: Him and I negotiated you being detained. What he didn't know was that we're going to kill you instead and Tlanextic will go with him.
Ezra: As for Vyce, we haven't seen the Chaos Dragon either.
Drake: Very strange...
Icil: But we have you outnumbered...
Drake: Well before you try to kill me.. I was always wondering.. Where do you dragons come from?
Icil: We-
Ezra: Don't answer him, the heretic doesn't need to know.
Icil: But..
Ezra: No.
Icil: Oh come on! I want to do the revealing.
Drake: What the hell are you two talking about?
Ezra: It's classified.
Icil: Need to know basis.. And you don't need to know.
Drake: When I find this out, it better be important or I'll be disappointed.
Icil: You won't be.
Ezra: You've fallen too far brother, there is no turning back.
Drake: But the Inquisition just admitted to betraying us! The entire chapter? Are you STILL blind to the truth?
Ezra: I'm not blind to the truth... I think I'm turning the chapter renegade.. The Emperor is right, the Imperium is too corrupt. It needs to be destroyed.
Drake: But we have the same goals!
Ezra: We do.. But your at the mercy of a higher power. The Chaos Gods.
Drake: So be it! Have at me!

Lord Drake growls, chain axes roaring, Ezra smirks and leaps forward. The two pass each other and hit each other Japanese stand-off style. Except Ezra lept too far and fell the hell off the tower. Lord Drake stops and turns, stunned, even with a gaping hole in his power armor. Icil stares for a moment.

Drake: Huh. I could have sworn we installed a rail guard there.
Icil: But.. Why.. Huh?

Icil recomposes herself and leaps off to go to catch Ezra.

Drake: This is almost too easy.. Heh.. That hole isn't supposed to be there...

Tlanextic arrives back on the tower, hissing as if he were in pain.

Tlanexitc: Those.. Those fools.

Drakee stands back up, walking over to the Sorceror.

Drake: YOU! You meant to betray me. Steal my legion!
Tlanextic: My Lord. I can explain!
Drake: Explain this!

Lord Drake raises the bolter hoisted on his side, and fires. Tlanextic stares at Lord Drake, a shocked expression on his face.

Drake: You don't DARE betray me. Nobody will. NOBODY!
Tlanextic: But my Lord... You.. you need me..
Drake: I need noone by my side! No one.

Dragonspit walks in at the wrong time. Drake stares.

Drake: no! no! Thjat snot what I meant.
Tlanextic: My Lord... I wasn't planning on it.. They.. They lied.. They're trying to break apart the legion. Break apart the command structure. Don't you get it?

Drake sighs softly.

Drake: I would expect better than you. I expected the backstabbing... I built this legion with my own hands. My own sweat, blood, and tears. I admit to try to get rid of you too Tlanextic.. But I've realized this legion is like a family to me, the command structure.. Everything.. And now I've killed my Chief Advisor.. I'm some sort of monster.
Dragonspit: My lord. Isn't this not the best time to be having a meaningful and emotional time about your feelings of all of us?
Drake: No.. no. I must make a speech. I don't care what's going on. I know we're Chaos, but I have heartfelt feelings for all of you. Your like a borther to me, kids even. Rampaging about and killing in the name of Khorne. I think it's time we stopped screwing around and finally took our revenge on the Inquisition and the Imperium. I say we mop up this mess and take the fight to them!
Dragonspit: Amen to that.
Tlanextic: my Lord.. I'm still dying from a massive chest wound.
Drake: I think I have a solution..
Tlanextic: What?
Drake: You'll see...

Later, Ezra and Icil make it back to the top of the tower, followed by Rhuemwight.

Rhuemwight: You idiots! Now where the hell did they go? I've been tormented for too long while working undercover and it's about time I killed somebody over it too.
Ezra: It's not my fault they didn't install guard rails up here. It's a small tower.
Icil: But it does make a good spot for a running joke.
Rheumwight: Running joke?

Icil nods, and shoves Rhuemwight off the tower.

Ezra: Shouldn't we like.. Detain him? Since you know.. we ARE now officially against the Inquisition.
Icil: Where's the fun in that?
Ezra: You derive a sick pleasure from it?
Icil: I have my own reasons against the Inquisition, as does Vyce.
Ezra: Really?
Icil: Yeah.. Let me tell you...

Elsewhere...

Drake: This place has been here since I got here.. This better work...

Lord Drake looks around, in the deepest and dustiest bowels of the Black Draconis fortress, staring at a stone door coated in glowing runes, a creepy glow coming from inside.

Dragonspit: What better work?
Drake: Well....

Suddenly, the stone doors burst open, and the silhouette of something large coems into view, the red glow behind it masking it's features. The first thing coming into focus, and looking at the red glow at the moment hurt the eyes, was a large staff, bestowed with the Mark of Tzeentch all over it, but still held the iconry, holding at it's head pair of serpents, twisted in the form of Tzeentch's holy icon. A clawed, bird-like foot stomps out from the door, a creature coated in feathers. Neck and head ending in a raptor-lick wicked beak, massive feathered wings sprouting out from it's back.

Tlanextic: BEHOLD! I HAVE ASCENDED! BY THE WILL OF TZEENTCH THE IMPERIUM OF MAN WILL FALL.
Drake: Oh.. wow... That worked better than planned.
Tlanextic: ALL WILL FALL! BLACK DRACONIS WILL BE VICTORIOUS! AND.. And... Do I smell girl scout cookies?

The trio whip around, Icil is there. She smiles innocently, holding a plate. Ezra stares at the new Tlanextic, jaw dropping. A squad of Black Dragon Space Marines gawk at the new Greater Daemon Tlanextic.

Ezra: What in the name of the God-Emperor!?
Icil: Is that.. Tlanextic?
Tlanextic: Foolish mortals.. TZEENTCH CALLS FOR YOU!
Dragonspit: I suggest fleeing.
Drake: I suggest staying put.