Hi there... It's been some time since i updated any of my stories and i have a good reason for that. You see, a week after i posted my last update my computer went kaput. It's motherboard and proccesor quite literally gave up on life. The computer itself was 10-9 years old so it was a miracle that it still worked. Fortunately i was able to get almost everything from my disk. That included some of the docs that had my stories in them. This one was saved, but some weren't.
And since i got a new PC built just last week, i'm able to write once again.
I have also included an extra, since this chapter is a little bit short.
Also please read the A/N at the bottom. Now onto the long overdue reviews.
kinght1999: Any psyker ability would just decimate anything that has Aura, since psyker abilites come from the warp.
TheExpl0DiNgaPplE: Ever heard of deception my friend?
decemberblindseer: This is a 40k crossover it will involve war one way or another.
Guest: I've been thinking what i could do with those two little shits and i've already come up with an idea. You'll just have to wait and see.
Artyom-Dreizehn: Ironwood will 100% flip out by seeing the giant construct that's just casting a shadow over Vale.
Ronmr: I would need a word bigger than rape to describe what i'll soon unleas on Remnant.
The ground shook as the giant war machine stomped through the forest. It's massive form towered over the trees as it marched towards it's destination.
This was the Freeblade Vortigan, formerly of the House Drakkus.
It was currently on a mission to purge some mutants that have established an outpost in the forest. Thankfully the forest had a road he could follow, if it wasn't here he would have to cut every tree with his Reaper Chainsword.
He had been wanting to engage in combat for quite a while now. Since coming here he saw the people of this world living in peaceful bliss, if they faced the horrors that the Imperium faces everyday, they wouldn't survive a day.
They also didn't realize that using this Aura thing was a big mistake. If a Chaos Warband had arrived it would be like an all-you-can-eat buffet, the heretics and their daemons would have a field day here.
Anyways now was not the time to day-dream, it was time for purging. The Intel Nox recovered stated that the base should be somewhere in this area.
His optics picked out life-signs just a kilometer in front of him. Vortigan increased the speed of his strides and soon he arrived at a cliff above the base.
It was quite lightly guarded, the entrance had two gun emplacements, surrounding the whole base was a low concrete wall and sniper towers. The walls also had what looked like anti-air guns mounted. It seems the inhabitants of this planet do not take security very seriously.
The Throne Mechanicum's interface informed him that there were around 1500 mutants in there. Vortigan sighed, this was barely a warm-up for him.
The Freeblade slid down the cliff and started slowly marching towards the mutant outpost.
His Battle Cannon thundered as he shot at the mutants. As soon as the shells impacted his enemies were annihilated and the ground was torn up. The mutants on the gun emplacements didn't even know what was happening until it was too late.
From the main building came hundreds of the mutants shooting their puny guns at him. Their bullets didn't even scratch the paint.
Some of the filth thought it was a good idea to run towards him with melee weapons. They probably thought that if they came under him they would be able to defeat him.
Their hopes were quickly crushed as Vortigan unleashed missiles from the Ironstorm Missile Pod. Their bodies were obliterated once the missiles impacted the ground. The ones that survived were quickly taken care of with his Battle Cannon and Heavy Stubber.
Once again he saw the doors to the warehouse open and out of them came a mech a little more than half his size.
It's armor was painted black and it seemed unfinished. It had two guns on each arms and a mounted missile launcher.
Vortigan checked the integrity of the Imperial knight, 99.9%. Barely a scratch.
The other mech began shooting at him, probably hoping his pitiful guns could damage his War-Machine.
Vortigan began charging at the mech while whirring his Chainsword. His opponent saw this and began to retreat but this was quickly denied to him as the Freeblade cut the cockpit in half.
As the upper half of the mech slid of he saw the mutant inside of it, well half of him as the upper half was turned into chunks of meat.
Suddenly a rocket slammed into his back. As he turned around he saw the remaining mutants outside the warehouse.
They armed themselves with rocket launchers and other heavy weapons. Little did they know that their primitive guns barley had any effect on him.
As they shot their weapons the Freeblade merely stood still and let them hit him. Soon dust covered the entire area and the shooting stopped.
Vortigan heard the mutants cheer inside his Knight and sneered, did they really think this would kill him. He once again checked the integrity, it was at 96.7%.
Their entire arsenal could only damage him by four percent. He began thinking to himself how the Humans and the mutants here survived for so long.
Vortigan began slowly marching out of the cloud of dust, once he emerged the mutants cheers became quiet and he could see their shocked expressions even through their masks.
Then his massacre resumed and blood went flying through the air once again.
The mutants tried to run inside the warehouse only to be knocked unconscious by gas. Vortigan was confused by this, was somebody else here?
The gas that was deployed was used by Adeptus Arbites. "Vortigan leave some of them alive, Sariel needs them for experimentation." His interface showed that it was Rueben that voxed him.
"Your mission parameters have also changed, leave the warehouse untouched. If the intel is correct we need their supplies"
A change in plans? Very well. Their weapons were no match for him, where was the fun in killing mutants with weapons such as these.
After a few minutes of standing idly, Vortigan heard the sound of Valkyries coming from the sky. It seems they have arrived.
From one of the Valkyries came Rueben. "Vortigan, I see you managed to do your job without much trouble." The Arch-Militant commented as he looked around at the corpses.
The two stood around for a while until a Guardsman interrupted the silence. "Sir, the mutants have been loaded into the Valkyries along with their supplies and equipment and the bombs have been set, we are ready to leave."
"Very well, Vortigan see you back on the ship." With his piece said Rueben moved back to the Valkyries.
Vortigan watched them ascend until he too turned to leave.
He trekked the path in silence until the mutant base exploded. Vortigan didn't look back at all since they Guardsman did say they were setting explosives.
Soon he will arrive at his extraction point and he will be able to leave this planet.
The newly built cathedral inside the city of Vale was beautiful in the eyes of the Valean citizens, the Gothic architecture really stood out in the middle of such a bland city.
It was finished just the day before, apparently the ones with the huge ship built it after buying the land. It's huge size took almost one whole city block.
The citizens saw the Imperials, as they called themselves, coming in and out almost every single hour. A few of them were brave enough to enter the Cathedral and what they saw inside amazed them.
Pictures and statues of Glorious figures leading men into battle. But what amazed them the most was the biggest statue in the middle of them all. It was made of pure gold and it depicted a man in armor and a sword on fire. The statute alone made them want to prostrate themselves before it.
When the time of the sermons came those citizens that entered were enthralled by the stories the priest by the name of Gallus told.
He spoke of the God-Emperor and his Angels of Death, of their divine status among mortals, of their battles against traitors and xenos alike, of Saints purging the unclean. His stories made the citizens spread the word of the Emperor among their fellows. Truly the stories that were told were glorious.
And soon the entire cathedral was filled with the Valeans, listening to Gallus and his stories.
Up in his tower Ozpin was growing more and more worried. The Imperials managed to buy some land in Vale and built a Cathedral bigger than the main tower of Beacon.
How the Imperials managed to buy the plot of land in the city still alluded him. Just a week back one of their ships left the base and came back the next day. But all of that wasn't his biggest concern, it was the fact that the priest in the cathedral managed to convince that somehow the stories of this God-Emperor were true.
The priest somehow managed to enthrall a fifth of the people in Vale in just under a day. Thus he decided to strike a deal with Sariel. He will send a team of four men into Beacon to act like a Huntsman team and he won't pressure the council to take away their land.
When he told Sariel of his deal, his mood plummeted to the bottom of the sea. The Rogue Trader sneered at the idea and reluctantly agreed to it. Unknown to him he got bamboozled again.
As Sariel entered the elevator a grin came to his face. He managed to trick Ozpin into giving his men free reign in this Institution.
Often his targets would be hard to trick but this one was not even if his soul was older than him.
When he told Belial to examine the souls of some individuals here, he happened to stumble upon the headmaster's soul. It was certainly very old, almost 1000 years old. Perhaps he was a psyker?
Belial began reading his soul like an open book. It looked like someone placed a seal on him, preventing him from ever entering the warp. This intrigued Sariel and since his Father was an Inquisitor, he himself inherited multiple traits from him. Curiosity was one of them.
Now he had a chance to keep a closer eye on the headmaster and communicate with their spy. The only thing to do now is to assemble a team of four men. Rueben was of course the obvious choice, he was the most competent soldier among his crew. For the others he will have to take a look.
EXTRA
Voices in the Dunes
The desert of Vacuo was at it's highest temperature. The base of White Fang was in the middle of this scorching heat. The terrorist around the perimeter were lazing around as usual.
The base itself was located in what the Vacuans called No Mans Land. It was located deep into the Vacuan desert. Nothing lived there so nobody bothered to go there.
Well, only the White Fang.
The day proceeded as normal until somewhere around noon. The patrols outside reported some strange noises coming from... somewhere. A squad was dispatched to investigate.
"Check around here." The lieutenant spoke. His throat dry from the heat.
"There's nothing but sand around here!" One of the exclaimed. It indeed was only sand around them and a single dune stood out in the distance.
The squad lingered around the area a little longer until the lieutenant raised his voice again "Alright we're done here, the patrols were probably hallucinating. Let's go ba-!"
"What is it?"
The lieutenant narrowed his eyes, he just heard something.
"Lieutenant?"
"Quiet I think I just heard something." The others just looked at each other.
"It's coming from over there." He pointed at the single dune in the distance and slowly started moving towards it, his squad just shrugged and followed him.
As they came closer the whole squad heard the voices.
"Hey, I hear em' too!"
"Yeah, I just heard them too."
They soon arrived at the bottom of the dune. The voices were now more loud and clear.
As soon as the lieutenant stepped on the bottom of the dune, he jumped back.
"What is it lieutenant?" One of them asked.
"I think I just stepped on something." He moved back to where he stood and started digging the sand and what he found shocked him. A face wrapped in cloth looked up at him.
"Look up." It said. He slowly did so and where there once was sand there was now a barrel looking directly at him.
The lieutenant slowly looked down sweating even more from the giant barrel pointed at him.
"Surprise!" As soon as the words left the heads mouth he was obliterated by the cannon in front of him, only his legs remained.
His squad behind him were horrified from what just happened. But they were terrified by the whole dune exploding and thousands of bayonets rushing towards them.
Soon the were just minced meat.
Back at the base the commander was getting a little worried, his lieutenant hasn't reported in yet. It has been three hours since he left.
"Uh sir, you may want to see this."
The commander moved to the grunt "What is it?"
The grunt just pointed outside the window.
They were surrounded by what looked like men dressed in cloth, tracked vehicles with large cannons on them and bipedal mechs almost similar to the Atlesian ones.
"Sound the ala-!" His sentence wasn't finished as the men outside opened fire. They didn't stop until the base was turned into sand... literally.
One of these men smirked and said "One more victory for the God-Emperor and the Tallarn Desert Raiders."
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