Jctherebel: Thank you.

Clare Prime of Ultra: James Dantes is a missing person, no one knows him anymore. He lives in the abandoned levels of Tempestus... and he doesn't like the Inquisition (who knows why?). Yes, Tanya will meet Yarrik.

Madara95: It's fanfiction and a crossover. A fanfiction author has one and only method to pay absolute respect for the franchise... do not write.

You say: "It also does not launch high-tech rockets. Just because demons can hack electronics. (Necrons also hacks any electronics.)"

Again, I guess it's 100% canonical and so I'm gonna shut up and rewrite everything... except that again it's absurd. A rocket is... like a firework rocket with absolutely no way to direct it, the trajectory of the projectile looks like a cone. You fire fifty rockets, one manages to hit... if you are lucky.

A missile is "easy" to hack...

Moderns' anti-tank missiles are wire-guided. A long wire deviates from the launcher. Through this wire, an operator transmits data to guide the missile towards its target. Anti-tank helicopters and one-man launchers are equipped with optical pointing systems.

These firing systems are more efficacious than the "Fire-and-forget" (radar/ infrared) systems used by anti-aircraft missiles because the shooter can target a specific point of the tank like the back of the turret (where shielding is less thick) or the treads. It's not futuristic technology and a wire-guided missile is safe from hacking because, fundamentally, the fire system is a human brain and an optic visor, and because it's a wire transmission.

MSala (chapter3): Your question is not very clear and can be interpreted in two different ways:
"Does Tanya see praying to the Emperor in the same way as praying for Being X?"

OR
"Does faith in the God-Emperor protect from being-X?"

In both cases, the answer is no and for the same reason, the Emperor is not a true god and pretending faith in a false god hardly protects from the power of a true god.

MSala (chapter4): Thank you.

Guest: The Emperor speaks only to Tanya, It's not a galaxywide broadcast.

123dal: You're the second person to tell me the same thing practically word for word, so I have no doubt that you are reciting the cannon of w40K to the letter... except that... the First World War killed 20 million people (9, 7 million thousands and 10 million civilians), the Second World War killed between 60 and 70 million people (45 to 55 million of them civilians). Mobile warfare is more effective for "killing every single one of them". Mobile warfare is also more effective in counter-attacks, in defense and it also allows targeting enemy weakness far behind the front line (like Necron's Monolith, Chaos's invocation circle, or Aeldari's portal). This is not MY opinion, it is widely demonstrated. In a universe where the enemy has the means to free himself from the grounds obstacles like rivers and mountains ranges with orbital transport, teleportation, etc... trenches war is not even possible, since there is no real front.

jmknz777: Thank you.

Abysswatcher: I didn't speak of bayonets' charges! I said "frontal infantry attack with the support of armored escorts, (tanks and armored personnel carriers) massive artillery barrages for the preparation of the assaults, use of aviation for deep bombardment and reconnaissance. In other words, the tactics that won the Trench War". That is, the infantry support and offensive jump progression tactics that result from the use of armored vehicles in conjunction with motorized infantry. Like the infantry after the First World War but before the Blitzkrieg.

Bayonets charges are the stupidest action that an officer can command. It was a good tactic at the time of black powder guns and rounds leads bullets. The black powder consumed by the rifle fire created a grey fog that was enough to hide infantry charges. And round bullets - not very aerodynamic- were hardly precise.

Once the nitrocellulose powder (or smokeless powder) was invented and the first machine guns were used, the bayonet charges became terrible slaughterhouse for the assailant and shot in a fairground barrack for the defender.

Incognito74: Thank you.

Author's note: I will clarify certain things because I feel like I am not expressing myself well. This fanfiction is a crossover between Warhammer 40,000 and Youjo Senki: Saga of Tanya the Devil. The purpose of a Crossover is to mix characters and situations from both licenses so... yes, there are changes in the universe of Warhammer 40K. This seemed so normal, logical, and in the very principle of the Crossover that I didn't think until then that I should have to explain this, shall I?

The idea of this Crossover is inspired by Saga of Tanya the Evil, the reincarnation of the Salaryman - an amateur historian with realistic tactical notions- but into the universe of W40K.

Aftermath

Tanya Degurechaff had just spent three days in the devastated and polluted lands surrounding Tempestus. Heavily loaded with a backpack containing the survival equipment found in the Escape Pod, she was advancing painfully.

The soil was washed away by erosion. The vegetation reduced to a few mutant ferns and lichens could not retain the soil, as well as the roots of centuries-old trees, would have done. And the little girl stumbled on the stones and sometimes caused the collapse of sand dunes, shaken by her passage.

So far, so good.

Her Biomancy power allowed her to strengthen her body, making her stronger and more resistant. Thus she was able to endure the ordeal of her shipwreck on Armageddon. An ordeal that would have proved insurmountable for most adults... and let's not talk about an eight-year-old girl.

As long as she had clean water and food, Tanya could survive. The priority was to reach a place where precisely she could find clean water and sufficient food.

Because the canals surrounding Tempestus were only open sewers. The greenish mud and the waste they were carrying were so repugnant that - despite the gas mask she was wearing- Tanya did not stay in the wind when she was forced to approach.

From the first day, Tanya had discovered traces of the Orks' exactions. Most of them had to be inside Tempestus. The roar of the cannons and the occasional presence of planes in the sky proved that the fighting continued there.

But other Greenskins, fewer in numbers, had spread to the region... busy plundering and destroying everything by idleness and cretinism.

Tanya Degurechaff had just arrived on Armageddon and had been given the opportunity to meet her 'new neighbors'. It must be said that the arrival of an Escape Pod was not particularly discreet.
Busy watching the battle of Tempestus thanks to binoculars found in the survival closet of the small spaceship, Tanya had almost been surprised. Fortunately, her telepathic faculties warned her of the presence of hostiles.

Turning around, the young Iptissimus telekinete found herself facing a rather disgusting bunch of creatures.
Greenskins!

Tanya was far from a specialist, but the individual in the center of the troop was an Ork dressed in a kind of dirty dress adorned with a shin belt and wearing a kind of hat reminiscent of the cloth crown of the sphinx of Giza... except that the pans were adorned with two skulls.
The Ork had shiny green skin, covered with warts. He held a large-caliber pistol (Slugga) in one hand, and in the other a whip. Tied up in his back, he carried another strange weapon, resembling an articulated claw with spikes.

Around him swarmed smaller Greenskins and dressed in rags (Gretchins) his... flock and he even has squigs... his sheepdogs. She was facing the Ork equivalent of a rancher with his flock.

No doubt surprised to discover such a small human, Ork pointed to her sending his horde of small, repugnant, and cowardly monsters to the attack. The latter, eager to shred a small, solitary, and unarmed opponent rushed forward.

Wrong choice.

If they could have seen Tanya's smile under her gas mask, they would have gone back in fright.
There were more cunning, cruel, and brutal spirits in the cosmos than that of Gork (or Mork?).
Tanya used pyromancy against her enemies. Having become a creature of fire, she was now invulnerable to pistols and knives brandished by the Gretchins. She then struck in her hands...

Tanya had recovered a pistol... a Gretching's 'Slugga' able to be held by an eight-year-old girl. The weapon could prove useful in case of a bad encounter, especially since the reincarnate salaryman had to conserve her energy to walk in this desert.

The emergency equipment included radio and even a distress beacon, but Tanya had decided not to call for help. First, she was in enemy territory, and then... she had to find James Dantes.
Tanya Degurechaff had many faults but stupidity was not one of them. The young psyker knew that she could not refuse the mission she had received from Being-X.

Nevertheless, the little girl listened to the clear messages broadcast on the radio, including flashes of information intended for the Guardsmen fighting in and around Tempestus.

Tanya learned that part of the Cadian regiments sent by the Emperor had managed to evacuate the ships engaged in the space battle that was raging over the atmosphere. Like her, they made an emergency landing around Tempestus, joining the Steel Legions regiment already on the spot.

The Guardsmen tried to keep control of the east of Tempestus, along the sea, and had built a fort west of the City-Hive to receive the refugees fleeing the city.

The defenders also received reinforcements from Space Marines. The landing pods of the Blood Ravens had fallen on the ruins of the city. Space Marines were not numerous enough to take over Tempestus without help, but they had secured some blocks of buildings and ambushed the Orks everywhere.

This was good news, and Tanya had immediately decided to march to Fort Purity, the Guardsmen-defended camp where the civilians who had managed to flee Tempestus were gathered. That was where she was most likely to find someone who had heard about James Dantes.

However, there was not only good news on the radio...

To begin with, the bodies of the millions of soldiers and civilians who fell during the last days of battle had... risen! The zombies, creations of the god Nurgle, were one of the worst bio-weapons of the forces of Chaos. They infected humans with a single bite and the dead rose after only six minutes, transformed into other zombies.

Quite often, the only way to 'protect' a world threatened by such a plague was an Exterminus... an orbital bombardment!

Evidently, the appearance of the Chaos mark on Armageddon had provoked a panic movement among civilians... and even among some Guardsmen. But the worst effect was among the secret worshipers of the gods of Chaos. Out of anonymity, bands of followers armed with Lasgun and Laspistol had suddenly appeared in and around the ruins of Tempestus. They never attacked the Orks or the Space Marines and rarely the Guardsmen. These bloodthirsty and violent fanatics sought only to attack the weak, the disarmed. They were scavengers, not hunters. They were capturing the civilians who were still surviving in the ruins to sacrifice them to their gods and especially have some fun.

The last bad news was the appearance of creatures called Hormagaunt in the ruins of Tempestus. According to the Xenos lexicon on her hand-held Cogitator (computer), the Hormagauts were Tyrannids, they belonged to a sort of gene thief species with a hive mentality. They multiplied at a staggering speed, devoured all life on one planet and passed to the next!

Armageddon had just been invaded by the Orks but, even if it was the most powerful 'Waaagh! ' recorded in the course of human history, this was not the only problem of Armageddon... and it was perhaps not even Armageddon's worst problem!

Fort Purity was a classic encampment of the Imperial Guardsmen. Rectangular in shape, it consisted of grey concrete blocks built by technopriest Enginseer from prefabricated elements released by cruisers orbiting Armageddon and held back by retrorockets. The blocks of dwellings and hangars formed streets that were cut at right angles. The exterior wall, also made of prefabricated elements, was a metal fortification with corner towers armed with heavy bolters. The fort was preceded by an anti-tank ditch and minefields. It could only be entered through four doors, one on each side of the rectangle.
Refugees continued to arrive at Fort Purity and passed between two hedges of armed soldiers who searched and questioned them looking for heretics and mutants. Fortunately, they were Cadians and not Steel Legion Guardsmen. Born on the planet, Tanya knew that local soldiers were recruited among the gangs of the City-Hives. The fact that they survived in the ruthless environment of the Hives Gangs Wars predisposed them to survive and even prosper in the brutality of the wars against the Orks... But the Steels Legions Guardsmen continued to behave in Gang men. Not hesitating to steal the refugees, rape them and behave... like Orks.

Luckily, the Cadians were the perfect poster men for the Imperial Guard: polite, calm, disciplined, devout. Even the destruction of Cadia had not begun their fanatical devotion to the cause of the God-Emperor.
Of course, they were human and therefore imperfect. There was always an idiot on duty that considered that who entered the camp did so because of his immense goodness and took advantage of the situation.

Sergeant Simms was a 40-year-old man, a professional soldier who spent his entire adult life in uniform, leading the men defending the west entrance to Fort Purity.

Seeing a lonely little girl come in a black outfit, he frowned. On each shoulder, she wore the capital I superimposed on an eye that served as the emblem of the Adepta Telepathica. Displaying a reproaching expression, Sergeant Simms approached Tanya:

"Where are your parents?"

If there was one thing the reincarnated Salaryman hated, that she is addressed as if she were a little girl... Well, okay, that was understandable, but she still hated that. Tanya answered in an icy cold tone of voice:

"Dead and yours?"

Simms blinked, surprised by the hostility of the answer. But he quickly resumed:

"It is forbidden to dress up as Psyker and..."

Tanya cut him off:

"I am not disguised! I am the Iptissimus Telekine Tanya Degurechaff, assigned to the staff of the 489th Cadian. I survived the destruction of the Innomine Veritas an Emperor-class Battleship destroyed three days ago in an Escape Pod and I just traversed a polluted desert ravaged by swarms of Orks."

Sergeant Simms hesitated for a moment and Tanya pushed her advantage:

"I have a subcutaneous ID implant and you have an auspex in your hand. Why don't you check my words?"
The sergeant hesitated and pointed the auspex at Tanya and a red diode flashed for a moment before turning blue. The screen broadcasted a relief photo of the little girl with her identification.

Uneasy, Sergeant Simms stepped back:

"Sorry, Iptissimus Degurechaff, I had to ascertain your identity."

Tanya straightened up and coughed ostensibly in her fist:

"It doesn't matter, Sergeant. Nevertheless, perhaps you could help me?"

Sergeant Simms stiffened, suddenly worried:

"What do you want?"

Aware of the sergeant's fear and the presence of a dozen armed Guardsmen nearby, she made a reassuring gesture:

"I just want some information. I'm looking for a man named James Dantes."

Simms frowned at the little girl:

"Why?"
"I'm a Psyker, and I had a vision about him." With an inner sigh, Tanya took her most persuasive tone of voice: "This is important. Not only for him, but also for the war."

Simms turned around and pointed to the guard post at the entrance:

"Go talk to the Imperial Commissar Salustus."

As he turned and walked away without adding a word, Tanya murmured:

"Thank you, Sergeant."

Finally, Degurechaff could not blame Simms. The non-commissioned officer had acted as any subordinate in his situation. Taking no initiative, he sent her to his superior. Now, she has to figure her own stuff out.

After a final sigh, Tanya began walking towards the guard post.

The Imperial Commissar Edwige Salustus was a very pale young woman dressed in the classic uniform of her function: greatcoat with epaulets and redlined collar and cuffs, officer's peak cap.

If Sergeant Simms had seemed suspicious or even hostile, it was necessary to admit that he had in fact a great open-mindedness... at least in comparison to the political officer.

Edwige Salustus was a block of steel with no opening.

She was one of those people who existed only by regulation and for regulation.

No doubt she thought that the sun rose in the morning in accordance with the regulations and that is set in the evening by the same effect.

When Tanya had explained to Commissar Salustus that she was looking for a civilian, the latter had barely let her finish her explanation before asking to show her orders.

Tanya opened wide eyes:

"But anyway, I just told you that I just spent three days in the desert! I have no order..."

"Come back when you have one, Iptissimus Degurechaff!"

As soon as she came out of the office of Commissar Salustus, Tanya found herself facing several guards in flak armor. They looked at her with a mixture of fear, unease... but also with something less negative in the eyes. Perhaps because Tanya was still in the building and had taken off her gas mask.

Her appearance could hardly be described as terrifying. In fact, the psyker looked like any eight-year-old malnourished child.

One of the Guardsmen hesitated, and then went forward:

"I hear you're looking for someone."

Tanya agrees:

"Yes, I'm looking for a man named Dantes. James Dantes. He had to live in Tempestus at the time of the Ork attack."

The Cadians exchanged looks, but some shrugged their shoulders, others shook their heads. Obviously, the name didn't mean anything to them. The first Guardsman spoke again:

"The refugees have created some businesses. One of these businesses is a Saloon called "The Dead Ork's Saloon". Its owner's name is Kevin Ace, he sells drinks... but mostly information. With all the people who are looking for missing family members, he has money to make. A lot of money. And Ace had no qualms about taking advantage of their distress. If anyone here has heard of this Dantes here, it's him."

And Tanya Degurechaff found herself in front of a prefabricated building illegally transformed into a store of adulterated alcohol...

But she didn't have to come in.

There was an argument between two men at the entrance. Listening to the insults that the youngest of the two threw at the oldest, Tanya understood that Kevin Ace was the white-haired man. Apparently, the youngest refused to pay a debt that he owed (or not?) to Ace. He also seemed angry about how Ace had treated someone he called 'Carry' (a girlfriend?).

After the argument was over and the young man left, Tanya approached Kevin Ace. He smiled at the young girl, apparently little surprised by her arrival:

"I'm afraid you didn't get a chance to see me to my advantage. Well, you're looking for someone... Tanya Degurechaff. Oh, no need to be surprised. People talk here, it's a small community and hundreds of people have heard your talk with Sergeant Simms."

Annoyed that her astonishment was so easy to see, Tanya quickly regained control:

"I'm looking for James Dantes."

"Well, you're lucky. He came here. Not even twenty-four hours ago. He was even in my saloon yesterday... "

Ace gave a boost to the door.

"... but he's gone. He's gone, you know."

"Where did he go," asked Tanya.

"Oh... I know where he went, of course. We talked about it at length. You see, James and I are old pals, Tanya. He needed information about someone and a place. So I guess he went to see this person and then he went to this place. If you leave soon, you'll probably be able to find him."

Kevin Ace's smile and the way he had to beat around the bush... Tanya sighed before looking at information broker with a hard look:

"And you're going to ask me for something in return."

Ace showed his hands in an eloquent gesture of feigned innocence:

"Hey, nothing personal, it's business!"

"I have no money."

Kevin Ace looked at Tanya with a smile:

"But I'm not asking for money... at least from you. There's someone I want you to find, Carry Dan is her name. She is the girlfriend of the guy who just left. You're going to pay her a little visit and take back the hundred Thrones she owes me. And you'll bring them to me. And in exchange, I'll tell you everything I know. It should be a simple task for a sanctioned psyker like you, right?"

Tanya was furious.

First, the idea of doing the dirty work for someone like Kevin Ace had nothing particularly pleasant. But even if she found Carry Dan, she would have wasted time. And in exchange, all she would have gotten was information whose value would only decrease with the passage of time.

Having no leads to begin her research, she entered "The Dead Ork's Saloon".

It was exactly the place that the reincarnated Salaryman had imagined when hearing the Guardsmen talk about it: a filthy bump, smelling of spilled alcohol, sweat, and dirt. The mismatched tables and chairs were occupied by a miserable mob, dumbfounded by the trials of the last days and finished by the filthy moonshine that was sold here.

Most of the customers did not pay attention to Tanya. They looked at their glasses stupidly, stunned by the ethyl stupor.

A prostitute with neon-green Mohawk hairs and dressed in a gray mini-skirt dropped from one of the high stools surrounding the bar:

"Well, little lady, we got lost... where are you looking for someone?" Leaning forward, she whispered: "You better not stay. It's dangerous here."

"I suspect so," replied Tanya. "But I'm looking for someone, it's important."

Surprised by the seriousness of the little girl, the prostitute led her to a table and made her sit down:
"My name is Malone and yours?"

"Tanya."

"And who are you looking for? Your parents?"

"My parents are dead."

Quickly, she summed up what Being-X had taught her. She was looking for a scientist named James Dantes. Tanya knew he was at the Saloon yesterday, but also that he had left since. Kevin Ace refused to tell her anything, demanding that she find a certain Carry Dan in exchange for her help.
"Carry?"
Obviously, the name was not unknown to Malone. As Tanya glared at her, Malone turned pale, seeming to fear that she might be caught talking:

"She is... or rather she was a girl from the bar... like me. Even before we left Tempestus, she worked for Ace. He was also his dealer... That's how it works in the shallows. The bad guys give drugs to the girls they prostitute. Without the drug, they don't last. But in the end, they only work to pay for their drugs. The girls find themselves caught in a vicious circle with no hope of getting out. But not Carry, she was stronger than that and she ran away. And of course, Ace wants his 'investment' back."

The story was as hideous as it promised to be. Tanya didn't care so much about morality but finding a runaway junkie to force her to give her the money she owed her drug dealer was really a job she wished she didn't have to do.

Fortunately, Malone understood Tanya's reluctance and had more to say: the young psyker:

"Yesterday I saw Ace talking to a man in his 30s. Blue eyes, hair, and brown beard. He was well dressed, unlike the other refugees. This is probably the man you look for. They talked about the Blood Ravens outpost in Centertown, northwest of Tempestus, level 234b."

"Thank you, Malone."

As Tanya got up, the prostitute glanced at her:

"You want to go? To Tempestus? But it's a real war zone there!"

"I have no choice."

Tanya would probably have preferred to stay in Fort Purity, even if the place was the gathering of vermin like Kevin Ace. But she had little choice in this matter.

She had to go through a war zone where the Space Marines faced the Orks... since Being-X wanted to!