Finally got around to the next chapter of chaos wars. As always please leave a review after reading. Thank you for the help Commodore Krevin, I just miss spelled Geordi's name. I guess I should have made it clearer that La Forge was more confused by the Anarchic combination of lasers, plasma, solid munitions and straight up missiles that hit the star base than the damage caused itself. And I ended up low balling the death toll because it did not know anything about the dominion war or other details like you provided about ST lore. I will make sure to account for that in future chapters. It also gave me a good idea for how to explain the speed of the Chaos fleets. I will make sure to up the body count now. Please keep feeding me that Star trek lore so I can present a better story. I do not want 40k side to be too OP against Star Trek, but my story also needs them to be able to swarm ST universe factions. Yes, Star Trek tech has some insanely powerful weapons, but you also need to remember that they are being manned by a Federation that was so hesitant to actually USE it they got their shit wrecked by both their first encounter with the Borg and their conflict with the Dominion. The dominion nearly steam rolled the Federation before they finally decided to stop trying to talk them down and just shoot back.
Chapter 7: And So, it Begins
Federation technology. Wonderous, beautiful federation technology. So very advanced. Faster than light travel that required absolutely no entry into the warp. How novel an idea. So simple, yet so elegant. How had the Corpse emperor in all his supposed wisdom and intellect not thought of it? Mechatendrils quivered with excitement. Yes, federation technology truly was quite something. Easy to use, easy to build, easy to replicate. Above al. easy to install. Like the ancient lost STCs of old. The federation had focused on making the use of their equipment and technology "user friendly". The Warpsmiths of the various warbands that came through to this new reality had found it almost mindlessly easy to integrate the warp drives the federation used into their own ancient ships. Yes, the tainted and often times daemonic spirits of the ships protested the additions at first, but when they realized the new drives sped the colossal vessels to their next prey in minutes as opposed to days or months, the malignant machine and daemon sprits living in their hateful vessels sent their blood thirsty approval. The federation was so trusting, so eager to let others share in that which they possessed. Too eager, foolishly, stupidly naïve. It was as if not a single thought was given to the idea that their technology would be turned against them or that a day would come where they were under all out attack. Even their one true "warship" was shockingly puny. The Defiant class was not even as big as some of the Imperium's smaller escort destroyers.
Warpsmith Krastor looked down at a collection of disassembled phasers taken from the dead hands of Federation "marines". The Warpsmith, a nightmarish amalgam of writhing Mechatendrils, fusion torch tipped hydraulic arms and melta-cutters roughly formed into the shape of a Chaos marine, sneered. Even the weapons of this reality were shockingly mighty. The federation and other races could do surprising damage to The Chaos vessels attacking…. Well, when the finally decided to FIGHT that is. The Federation was most guilty of the sin of hesitation, its Captains seeming to insist on "negotiating" with their attackers even as Chaos warships unleashed full volleys on them. Some of the weapons they had could apparently atomize 2-mile asteroids. But the weaklings of this reality were so pathetically and nauseatingly gun shy with them, that they would wait until it was far too late to use them to full effect. Add to how easy they made it to understand and duplicate them, such formidable firepower was gleefully added to what they already had. And unlike the spineless fools they ground beneath their heels. Lord Draken and other Chaos lords now descending on the Federation at speeds never before dreamt of possessed no such hesitations to unleash the full destructive might of phaser weapons upon their original creators.
"Pathetic fools" Krastor ground out in a mechanical snarl. "They think their so-called Dominion was destructive. We shall unleash annihilation on such scale, that their Dominion war will look like a mere drunken fist fight."
It was as if they learned nothing from their previous conflicts. Even as the Black Legion, Thousand Sons, chaos warbands Like the Gospel of Gore, The Sons of Anarchy, Scions of Change, Flawless Host, and a dozen other minor warbands led all out assaults on Federation worlds near the edges of their domain, they continued to transmit demands to stand down and withdraw. They hesitated to bring their full destructive might against chaos warships when the bulldozed their way into low orbit over their worlds. They were too concerned with what would happen when a chaos worshipped crashed onto their worlds. So, Lord Draken and his men were free to launch assault boats and bulk landers onto stricken Federation worlds. Blood mad cultists and Heretic Astartes spilled out and slaughtered all in their path. The Federation may have had a surprisingly powerful fleet, but its ground military was a joke, practically non-existent. Their guns were strong, but that was all. The Federations foot soldiers were barely more trained than Imperial conscripts, and they were even less accurate and more prone to fleeing than that. Dark gods above Federation "soldiers" did not even have ARMOR to wear by and large. How did such a weak and pathetic government ever survive the war against the Dominion they claimed to have fought?
Speaking of the Federation "Military". It was a complete joke. Barely manned, barely armed or armored. Actual fighting vehicles were few and far between. No troop landers, no tanks. Not a single artillery piece or air defense gun to be seen. Fighter aircraft were nothing but civilian shuttles that had weapons hastily bolted to their hull and were destroyed just as easily. The Packs of Helldrakes and HellTalons sent out to face those puny shuttles tore through them as if they were made out of wet parchment. As for the infantry, if they could even be called that, they barely put up a fight. Many of them screamed and ran in terror the moment Krastor's daemon Engines clanked and snarled their way into view. Their fire was undisciplined and uncoordinated. They dropped their weapons and fled the moment they started seeing their own dying from Chaos fire. They didn't even have commissars to make them stand and fight. They cried and begged to be spared even as they were butchered. Sure, occasionally there would be one or two with the spine to stand against the Chaos war hosts descending on them. But they were so few and far between that they were barely worth mentioning.
"It is almost too easy. When will this Pathetic Federation offer us a true challenge?" Krastor mused nastily as he set to work of converting the latest batch of phasers into new Volkite weapons for The Black legion. It was good to be a Warpsmith.
Federation Galactic News network
"Yet another Federation Starbase was subjected to brutal attack by what citizens are calling the "Hordes of Chaos"
"Death toll skyrocketing as "Chaos war fleet" instigates another genocide on Eden Prime."
"Savage and merciless attacks across the length and breadth of federation Space and Beyond."
"Romulan empire has openly declared itself allied to Chaos attackers. Reports of only a small minority among Romulan population rejecting the worship of a "Prince of Pleasure" and fleeing Romulan space."
"Klingons spotted amongst blood-soaked hordes attacking Shanxi. Shouts of "Blood for the Blood God!" and "Skulls for the Skull throne!" heard coming from these defectors from the Klingon Empire."
"Shocking News from the Vulkan Government today. Reports from survivors say a cult of renegade Vulkans worshipping a "Changer of the ways" nearly wiped out the ruling council of Elders on Vulkan Prime. Casualties mount among Vulkan populace as renegades reveal them selves and aid Chaos hosts in what appears to be power armor sculpted to resemble ancient Egyptian monarchs."
"Death toll now reaching 1.2 billion. Federation and other allied governments in disarray at the speed of the attacks."
"Now known that stolen Federation weapons and technology is being used against us. Unbelievable, what is Federation parliament going to do?"
"I'm Leslie Owens on scene on the Federation world of Tiphares. It is pandemonium here as Federation citizens and non-citizens alike scramble to escape the War of genocide being waged by what some have come to call 'The Black Crusade of Chaos.' *camera pans to show panicking people of numerous races fleeing*. As you can see, people are scared beyond belief as even soldiers…. *shows federation troops coming running over a hill in the distance. Clanking mechanical monsters crest the hill shortly after. Some look like giant spiders with cannons jutting out of their thoraxes, others like boxy crabs with dragon mawed cannons protruding from box torsos. Yet others were swooping metal dragons and clawed beasts with writhing tendrils emerging from their sides. Some were even centauroid behemoths with multi-barreled canon arms and mouths that spit globes of incandescent plasma. Amongst the throng of metal beasts was an armored figure astride a nightmare cross between a scorpion and a lizard forged of metal. The Rider a tall Glaive in one hand, the other holding the reigns of his mechanical steed. The figure looks in the reporters direction and levels his glaive toward them. * Oh my…. What are those things this is madness! They're coming this way now! oh GOD… OH GOD NOOOO…... *Leslie screams as the Camera turns to show a swooping metal beast spew fire toward her. Camera feed goes dead. *
A robed figure turns of the holoscreen depicting the different news networks of the Federation covering the unfolding carnage. They turn to Face a Chaos lord in Terminator armor bearing the colors of the Sons of Anarchy. Two large horns jut upward on each side of the gorget and a cape of black cloth loops under his arms to be fixed by metal rings to the armor. The red helm has a V-shaped visor slit while a sigil of chaos sit atop the armor cowling going around his head. A brutal combi-bolter sits attached to his left wrist while he clutches a long daemonic power sword in his right. Argosax, Lord of the Sons of Anarchy sneers beneath his blood red helm. How thoughtful of this Galaxy's inhabitants to keep a tally of their losses and suffering for him and his men to enjoy.
"See my lord. I told you they would dutifully give full account of the carnage you have wrought in the Dark Gods names. I have delivered what you ask." The robed figure spoke with a woman's voice.
"You have indeed. What you have provided My warband has allowed us to spill blood across the Stars of the weak galaxy. But there is still more yet to be done. The Dark Pantheon demands still more from you before the end." Argosax replied. This one had gained favor with the Dark Gods quickly. Maybe too quickly. Argosax would need to remind this whelp just whom she serves. "Do not let the favor you have been bestowed thus far by The Gods get to your head mortal. You are far from the first to quickly climb high in the Gods favor so quickly, nor will you be the last to meet an ignoble end as a warp spawn when they decide you are no longer worthy, or simply because they can. The Gods are fickle. Quick to pour their favor on to ones like you, and just as quick to retract it."
"I will not forget My lord." The figure bowed in supplication. "I am but a servant, I do only as the Gods demand."
"You will do as I demand, meat slave!" Argosax snarled. "You serve me. You would do well to remember who the master of The Sons of Anarchy is SLAVE. No get out of my sight before I feed you to the warp spawn!"
"Of course, my lord. I live to serve." The figure bowed further. "I meant no offense mighty Lord of Chaos." Stupid thug. The figure thought. She had risen above many of her fellow cultists in a short time. She had only recently heard the call of the Dark Gods, but she new they favored her. The Lord of Change, Tzeentch most of all, had whispered to her a mighty destiny. It would be SHE who attains the ultimate glory of daemonhood, not this petty tyrant in Terminator armor. Keep thinking your are the master you stupid blind fool. The figure thought nastily. My ascension is close. And when I pull your miserable spine from your body, you will se exactly who the real master is. The figure rose again and quickly fled the Chaos lords presence. Her time would come. After all the lies and betrayals and God pleasing manipulations, she would have her reward. Daemonhood was with in her grasp. Tzeentch promised it. She would ascend and become a princess of Chaos. No longer bound by frail mortal flesh. A being of unstoppable power and evil. The Architect of Fate had shown her the path. Only nine more betrayals. Nine more sacrifices. Nine more offerings of blood and death to the Master of the Ever-twisting Plot. An ugly smile split across a face too avian to be fully human anymore. Yes. She had been blessed mightily by Tzeentch. And she would offer up a thousand worlds in his name so she could have the gift ever everlasting life and glory.
Please read and review. Any input and feedback will be greatly appreciated. Once again sorry or the long wait. I've been working almost 11 hours a day at FedEx. Does not leave me much time to write or even think about what to write. And when I have time on the weekends, I'm too tired to think of anything. So please give any suggestions on how to flesh out the details. The timeline is the broad strokes. But I want some ideas that could fill in the details.