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The general proceeded to speak to Rogal in a commanding voice, "Very well, Eran, I hope you won't mind, but I'll be in attendance for this meeting."
Now:
All across Beacon whispers and rumors spread of the resident Primarch and his companions, some called them fakes, while others feared them. Some thought they came to Beacon to help them defeat the grimm once and for all. The students merely tried to go through with their day as peacefully as possible, not knowing of the grim dark future that would come.
In this institution of learning and battle, there were in truth answers to their thoughts and questions. However, all of them remained kept in their Headmaster's office.
In the Headmaster's office currently, Rogal was making a decision that could very well shift the state of Remnant, so he made the decision.
The air was quiet, the shifting of the surrounding gears, offering an alternative to the deafening silence that was thankfully not filling the air—all of them awaiting the answer from the Primarch in regard to the General's question.
Relieving the tension in the room, the Primarch revealed his answer, "Unfortunately General, your presence in this discussion does bother me. If you could do me this favour, it would be most appreciated." Rogal's voice was frigid and stoic, making the trio of Ironwood, Goodwitch and Ozpin's skin crawl.
However, the general was not ready to let go of this, "Eran, that wasn't a request." The military man spoke with slightly gritted teeth having a thin layer of diplomacy hiding away his ever-growing annoyance. The General's response, in turn, caused the other Imperials to shift slightly and start to ready themselves for confrontation. Glynda and Ironwood, in turn, lacing their hands on their weapons whilst Ozpin took another sip from his coffee.
Rogal and Ironwood were now eyeing each other in the eyes, Ironwood trying desperately to find any sign of backing down in the stark white eyes of Rogal Dorn, ultimately finding none.
Rogal again responded, "Well, General Ironwood, I am afraid that your request was most certainly a request. Again, General, I must ask you to leave." Rogal's voice was reaching a new level of raw anger, this time sending shivers down the General's, Professor's and Headmaster's spines.
Rogal and Ironwood stared down each other for a few moments, Ironwood's face expressing outrage and frustration.
Moments later, an intervention was made by one other than the Headmaster himself, "Rogal, I do believe it would be more beneficial for the General Ironwood to be in attendance for this meeting." Ozpin spoke, using his patented smooth diplomatic tone.
Rogal set his sights on the Headmaster and sighed slightly, "Very well, I will answer the questions you ask me. However, the answers I give may have restrictions in concern to some questions." The Primarch spoke in his ever truthful, unyielding voice.
The General wasted no time blasting one question towards Rogal, "Where did you all get those weapons and armour?" Ironwood spat out the query, in a tone that made the Imperials cringe at the arrogance. The Imperials- minus Rogal- seething at the damnable being that would dare speak to their Primarch in such a tone. The Imperials as if sharing the same mind compared the man before them to the heretical Eldar.
Luckily, for the General, the soldiers contained themselves, for the time being.
"The weapons and armour I am wearing were of my construction throughout a night in the forges of Beacon. However, the location of my soldier's weaponry and armour will remain confidential." Rogal spoke in his ever calm tone, his signature stern gaze placed on the three Remnantians in front of him.
The answer was less than the trio had hoped for but, it seemed that the Primarch would not give in to them. However, they were equally frightened at the consequences of not knowing this, was there someone that made these armours on Remnant without them knowing?
Afterwards, Ozpin took a crack at it and asked a question of his own. "How are you related to these soldiers?" The aged man's tone was curious but more than that it held suspicion.
"These soldiers- minus the Magos- are a part of a Legion, of which I am the leader of," Rogal responded, uncaring of the shocked gazes of the three inhabitants of Remnant. However, they were only getting more and more frightened at the possibilities of this 'legion'.
"What is your legion's objective, Eran?" Glynda asked, her poker face effectively covering the dread that her mind held. There was a tense silence that followed, the non-Imperial trio grew more nervous with each moment that passed.
After, a few more moments of the fretful silence, Rogal responded. "The legion's goal is to eradicate the Xenos on this planet, what comes afterwards has yet to be decided. However, I guarantee I will be the cause of a new era, a glorious era on Remnant. Now then, I must take my leave, I have other matters to attend to. So if you would, excuse me." Rogal's voice was stern and unwavering, allowing no room for argument.
Thankfully, the Remnantian trio did not fire back refusal or attempt to convince him to stay and bid him goodbye. Rogal quickly turned away and pressed the button on the elevator for him and his retinue to leave.
After the Imperials left, the trio remaining sighed in relief, thankful that they did not have a new enemy and possibly a new ally. Sadly, the relief was cut short at what did Rogal's new era entail and what his other matters were.
As Rogal and his soldiers walked towards the landing pads, getting farther and farther away from Beacon's main buildings with each step, the Magos had a report.
The Magos had received a message, a message from the Primarch's fort, the Rediscovery from captain Rodrik.
Bar the footfalls of the Astartes the silence was broken by the synthetic voice of the Magos, "My Lord Primarch, captain Rodrik has sent me a message. It seems that they have mostly finished construction of the base."
Rogal thought for a moment and responded quaintly, "tell them that I will review their efforts soon. Tell them to send a message to our fleet. I require a regiment of Imperial guard here as shortly as possible. I will see to it that this planet is under the imperial fold soon. Additionally, to that, tell captain Rodrik to send a thunderhawk. Magos, I also require servo-skulls to scour the city for the man known as Roman Torchwick. Ragnar, your punishment will have to wait." The imperials were inaudibly very happy with the news, anxious to bring the world under the Emperor's fold.
The Magos was more than happy to send the message, and he was sure the fleet in space would appreciate an order.
What the imperials did not know was that the Primarch had a plan brewing in his mind, a plan that could grant him the best spy network on Remnant.
Rogal gazed into the sky, the sun coming closer and closer it would soon be nighttime, a time when the criminal underbelly of the city bestowed its colours. He would require one of the rulers of the criminal world to serve the Imperium.
Soon enough a thunderhawk would come to pick them up as the day darkened it, however, made a certain general envious. The stench of jealousy was suffocating in the Headmaster's office, but so was fear.
A few hours later team RWBY, with the help of Sun Wukong and Neptune, had split up in search of Roman Torchwick. They split up into three teams of two, Ruby going with Weiss, Blake with Sun and Yang with Neptune.
Weiss and Ruby had split up early on, as they were heading to the Cross Continental Transmit System (CCTS), Ruby having gone off with a certain android from Atlas. Weiss went to collect information from Schnee Company data, consisting of some 'delicate' documents.
Meanwhile, Ruby had a reunion with her friend, the android naming her perils, even revealing to the scythe-wielding teen that she was an android. However, doing so only after stopping a truck with her bare hands. Of course, they ran away after the incident but Penny shed light on it when they were in an alleyway.
Thankfully, Ruby reassured the distressed android in front of her, and they had a touching moment. A moment which was soon followed by Penny putting her in a garbage container. Penny did this solely because her military caretakers had finally found them thankfully they didn't notice Ruby.
Not long after, Ruby got out and headed back to rendezvous with her partner.
Now, whilst this was occurring another of the two-person teams arrived at a bar, unsurprisingly it was Yang accompanied by Neptune. At said bar, the security team was, in other words, lacking well for a huntsman in training that was an easy thing to say.
The person Yang was after was a man named Junior. The man wore a black vest over a white dress shirt, a red tie, black gloves and black dress pants. He had grey eyes, short black hair, along with a matching beard and moustache.
When Junior called off his men, Yang and Neptune proceeded to ask him questions at the bar table. Junior answered the questions without much argument but they weren't sufficient, in turn Yang and Neptune left without a shred of new information.
Thankfully there was one tag team that knew where to look, Blake and Sun found a White Fang recruitment location. They put on masks to fit in with the crowd, as half of them were already militants and the other half recruits. Faking as recruits, they stood in front of a stage with a large banner with the White Fang insignia on it.
Now, the most surprising thing about this event was that none other than Roman Torhwick was there. He gave a speech to all of the White Fang there, of the injustice, and his reasoning for assisting them, revealing to them that he was their logistics officer. Roman finished off his speech with the reveal of an Atlesian Paladin which caused a cry of joy for the White Fang members there.
However, with a stroke of luck Roman saw the two of them in the crowd, in turn, Blake quickly shot the fuse box and all the lights shut down. Giving the two of them a chance to escape via smashing through a window, whilst Roman pursued them in a Paladin.
This led to a chase where the two of them ran and did acrobatics on houses with a massive battle suit pursuing them. As they were fleeing Blake used her scroll and called for help, thankfully they were all nearby and would get there soon. The one thing that neither Blake nor any of them realised is that machines were scouring the city. It so happened that one of them saw the chase and reported back.
At the imperial base, Rogal could certainly say he was content with the fortification. As Rogal was finishing up his inspection with Ragnar, Lothar and Julius following him and Captain Rodrik beside him, talking about the construction of the base. Aurelian came up to him and told him. "My lord, there is a battle suit that may contain our target stampeding after two abhumans that I believe you recognise," Aurelian said in the characteristic indifferent voice of the mechanicus.
Rogal quickly responded, "Captain get a thunderhawk ready, and you'll be coming along too Aurelian." Aurelian nodded in response as Rodrik went to prepare the thunderhawk.
Meanwhile, team RWBY alongside Neptune and Sun faced off against Roman in the Paladin. Thankfully they were now in a secluded area below the bridges above them. Roman knocked out Neptune and Sun, however, Neptune was able to cause one of the Paladin's arms to malfunction, making it useless.
However, as the fight continued with the girls fighting valiantly against Roman, they started to feel peculiar feelings grow within them. Ruby started to feel weaker by the minute, her stomach felt like it was weakening and her swings were getting sloppier but neither could she feel the ache in her muscles or her pounding heart. Blake started to feel a wave of barbaric anger influencing her causing her to miss her intended target on the Paladin. Though it invigorated her to hit with more force, it was exhausting and it was costing her more by the second.
Meanwhile, Weiss had plans formulating in her mind at blistering speeds, but as she followed them out, they changed in her head. Doubt corrupted her being and in the end she looked frightened, terrified of plans not working, petrified of failure. Now whilst she did still act in spite of the fear, there was obvious reluctance. Finally, Yang, she was having trouble focusing on the battle, not due to anger, fear or sickness but due to her desires. For some reason she was getting hot under the collar as the minutes passed by, in turn a lust filled mind distracted her from the battle. To compensate for this she had to rely on her instincts which were per say lack luster.
Unfortunately for the heroines, the man in the paladin noticed the team's incoherency as the fight rolonges and he struck. Firstly, he saw Blake's slowing pace and when she jumped out towards the paladin he backhanded her with the machine's forearm. The force sent her straight into one of the surrounding pillars, the impact cracking the surface before she slumped over and laid on the ground unmoving.
This theme continued as the next to go was Weiss, she too was knocked out cold when Roman noticed her acting indecisively. Roman had sent a few missiles at her, knowing once she jumped out of the way he could and did shoot her with the gun on the remaining paladin's arm, shattering her aura and knocking her out. Ruby followed next in the theme her downfall due to her sluggish pace, well sluggish in comparison to her normally. Either way it made her easy pickings for Roman.
Then lastly, Yang, her muscles were burning and her aura was almost depleted, however, it seemed that luck was on her side. As she was shot at yet again and was forced to dodge a deafening noise resonated through the air. In those moments it seemed a fragile peace was created by the noise.
They looked around only to find their gazes fixed on a massive machine, a machine coming towards them from high up in the sky. A blocky machine, coloured in a thick yellow colour with red accents, with a bold gold coloured bird with its wings spread on the front.
Roman may not have recognised the machines but Yang did. They held their breaths as the beast of a machine landed, and its front end opened up like a gaping maw. It opened revealing none other than Eran or in Yang's mind Rogal.
Yang felt the effects of the unknown influence increase as she saw him, it was gut wrenching and it made her heart beat heavily. However, a new influence came with Rogal's arrival, a certain ethereal tranquility came over her and her heartbeat
The Primarch along with his entourage walking out beside him the sight of him made him feel ill and furious. In contrast, the man inside the battle suit felt fear, Rogal turned to him and spoke out an order, "Marines, capture the battle suit and the man inside, Aurelian ensure the safety of the people." Spoken coldly and stoically as he did characteristically.
There was an immediate response from the stoic armour-clad soldiers, all whilst the Magos stood still as a statue. The marines charged, Lothar took out his Emperor blessed sword as he stormed the battle suit, Ragnar drew out his bolter and fired a shot at the enemy all whilst the chaplain readied Crozius Arcanum.
The impact was instantaneous, the first bolter shot hit the suit in the right arm, ripping the circuitry and armour to shreds, only for Lothar to come and sever the left arm from the rest of it. Leaving the final hit for the chaplain who swung the Crozius at the suit's right leg tearing away the armour and rupturing the hydraulics, the combination of the three making the battle suit a shadow of what it once was. The battle suit proceeded to fall over, Roman still inside and effectively immobilised as the Paladin seemed to have stopped working completely.
Yang gawked at the display of strength, and dominance caused fear to find its way into her heart. As Yang gazed back at Rogal the remnants of her adrenaline filtered out of her and she now felt the agony and burn of her muscles, the pace of her heart and saw her sight going black. Yang fell over in a heap, her heavy breathing heard by most around
The huntsmen in training were brought out of the spectacle when Rogal spoke, "Marines, get the battle suit into the thunderhawk and get the Remnantians as well. We will depart in a few minutes." The Primarch said his voice stoic and void of emotion, that lack of emotion causing the Torchwick to feel his spine rattle in fright.
Rogal turned his gaze towards said Remnantians and his eyes softened for moments. A feeling sprouted in his hearts, a feeling he had not often bothered him, guilt. He started to walk towards them to take them to the ship only to be interrupted.
As the Primarch was walking towards his acquaintances, Aurelin shouted, "Halt!" As the Astartes were hauling the battle suit to the thunderhawk, dragging it by its remaining leg with Aurelian overlooking the situation. It seemed that Roman in a last-ditch effort popped the hatch at the back of the machine and ran for it.
The entire group turned to him as Aurelian's voice reverberated through the area making him stop about 5 meters away. He held his hands up in the air and turned around only for a short girl to come flying in, landing right beside Roman. She seemed to be wielding a parasol which only confused everyone present.
She had half pink and half brown coloured hair with white streaks on the pink side. She also seemed to have two different eye colours, the right one brown and the other pink. Her skin was also very white almost porcelain-like skin. The girl wore a white cropped wide, broad-tailed jacket with a pink interior, collar, a single gold button, and large pink cuffs. She wore brown pants with a dark belt that had a grey buckle and an additional narrow belt under it. Under her jacket was what seemed to be a brown corset, curved in the middle and at the bottom, exposing her hips. She also wore a multitude of black beaded necklaces, which hung haphazardly around her neck. Additionally, she wore black and white spat styled under the knee boots alongside black gloves.
They all saw Roman's smile grow into a grin and knew that he had a card up his sleeve, "Gentlemen and ladies, it was a pleasure, Neo if you would." He spoke in a calm condition, but the ease in his character was apparent.
Then all of a sudden the image of them shattered and the two of them disappeared. The group was in shock, even the Magos. Then the sound of an engine reverberated through the silence. They all turned towards the noise and saw none other than Roman and Neo in a bullhead faraway with smirks on both their faces, but before they flew away a bolter shot rang out and hit one of the bullhead's engines.
Moments later, a single cough rang out in the silence, a weak, frail cough that emanated from one of the girls. Apparently it came from none other than Ruby Rose, who had blood dripping from her mouth. Rogal turned towards her with worry in his eyes. This was quickly followed by the rest of the girls who started to cough more and more with each passing minute.
The Primarch reacted swiftly, he ordered all but one of his posse to help him get the girls and the two knocked out boys into the thunderhawk. The last one who was in this case Lothar, had to get the paladin into the ship by himself.
Of course the marines followed as ordered and rushed through the process and not a minute later the massive thunderhawk was flying through the sky headed towards Fort Rediscovery.
Meanwhile back at the fort Captain Rodrik stood patiently waiting for the arrival of the Primarch. That was until a techmarine came to give him news, "Brother captain, we have received word from the Lord Primarch and he requires us to prepare emergency medical supplies fit for regular humans. He will be arriving in a minute or so and finally he said that he wishes for the base to be at maximum security for the time being."
Rodrik stood in thought for mere moments before turning towards the marine and saying, "If those are the orders of the Primarch then they will be done, get the best apothecaries we have and have them informed of the situation also get all the marines ready for battle if maximum security is needed than it shall be given. That is all." Rodrik's strong voice erupted from his throat, both the marines having the slightest of smiles under their helmets thankful that their Primarch was with them.
Once the thunderhawk arrived the jaw of the hawk opened to allow the exit for the Primarch, his posse and more importantly allowed for them to transport the girls. The girls were then in a more precarious position as they were coughing roughly and blood was leaking from their mouths.
Leaving the Neptune and Sun in the thunderhawk the imperials rushed out of the large thunderhawk they were greeted by five apothecaries and Rodrik.
The Primarch looked at them and spoke with urgency, "Get these girls to the medical wing immediately." The urgency in Rogal's voice did alarm the marines slightly knowing that it must have taken something serious to get their Primarch this worried.
Reacting quickly the marines handed off the girls to the apothecaries. The healers rushed quickly leaving the Primarch and the rest of the imperials at the landing pad behind.
There was a brief silence before Dorn once more broadcasted orders, "Rodrik have the machine inside the hawk sent to the mechanicus for studies and take Aurelian with you. Marines I require one of you to get the boys to the medical wing as well and the rest of you get to where you are needed to bolster the defence of the base." Once more the booming voice of the Primarch was unmatched and all who listened adhered to the orders of their leader.
Rogal soon headed to the medical wing as they all departed to comply with their orders.
In another sector light years away there was space, silence, peace, then ripping through the fabric of space the maw of the warp opened its foul self.
From the oozing black and purple miasma came a demonized version of once great ship, hailed as one of the mightiest in her class. A Glorianna class battleship, it phased out of the purple ooze revealing its blackened hull, tainted by the markings of Chaos. As the purple portal closed behind it as it was finally out of its grasp more opened up behind her. Then eight more portals revealed themselves, and from those portals came three more monumental vessels, a battle barge and two Grand cruisers. Then two strike cruisers and finally three cobra class frigates. It seemed that they all held the symbols of chaos and on each one of their starboard sides held a sigil, a sigil of a hateful being.
The fleet was clad in heretical symbols and in the sigil of one of the most hated groups in the galaxy, the Iron warriors.
The flagship of the fleet was the Glorianna, it was an iconic ship of the Traitor legion, it was the Iron Blood. Inside of it held a being so full of jealousy and malintent you could feel it in the vast expanse of space. Perturabo, the Prince of Chaos Undivided was there on his throne in the command room overlooking his underlings rapidly attempting to get the engines fixed so as to not enrage him even more.
The Chaos corrupted Perturabo had felt a return of a being he long thought dead about a month ago, a being he had hated for an eternity. The being was the source of his spite, his rage, his animosity, his failures. This being was his dear brother, Rogal Dorn, or as Lorgar called him, the Soldier.
Perturabo felt a familiar feeling of the magma in his veins that he thought that would never have to feel again. The feeling that he thought ended thousands of years ago when he felt the Soldier surrender, however in light of current events it seems the Primarch of the VII never surrendered.
Then again, in contrast to the mortifying hatred within his heart, Perturabo was happy, almost gleeful about one thing. This time he would get to see the loyalist dog bleed beneath his boot, this time the Soldier, Rogal Dorn would die at his hands!
For it would take nothing short of a miracle to save Dorn now, and soon enough the demise of Dorn would lead to the death of the Imperium! The Corpse-Emperor may finally yet be vanquished!
As a smile encroached upon Perturabo's face an Iron warrior tech-marine kneeled at the steps leading up to the throne and spoke. "Lord Perturabo, we will reach the destination you have ordered us to get to in two months if we are to continue at current speeds." The baritone voice snarled out, out of the guttural mess that was the things vocal cords, no longer worthy of having the title of Astartes.
Perturabo smiled, they were ahead of schedule, maybe he could even catch the Praetorian by surprise, if news didn't travel fast enough. It seemed that all the pieces were falling into place, the Gods of Chaos were truly smiling upon him.
Across the galaxy in another Segmentum was Admiral Spire, he was currently departing from the Sol system after being charged with three more ships under his command, a Grand cruiser dubbed 'Bellepheron', another battleship but this one was an Emperor class battleship where his was a Retribution-class and finally a Gothic class cruiser. With these new ships Spire was almost certain he could at least put up a fight against Perurabo and with the Emperor's divine help win it and safeguard the Primarch back to Terra.
As the Admiral sat back in his throne in the helm looking over the proceedings of his crew, he smiled, he felt his unwavering faith of the Emperor burn in his heart and he set a stoic look on his face.
"Commodore, tell the fleet to prepare their warp drives, reports have come from Segmentum Tempestus, Perturabo is growing more aggressive and more cocky, we will have to meet him at the Primarch's location." The aging voice of the Admiral reverberating through the helm of the battleship, all the officers paused and turned to look towards Commodore Kage.
Kage responded to their stares and to his CO's orders with fervor, he looked towards the officers around the room and shouted out orders, "Well, are you all just going to stand there doing nothing?! Get to work! You heard the High Admiral!" His strong accented voice blasted through the room and soon the entire fleet was swallowed by the maw known as the warp, zooming towards their destination.
As they were flying through the warp Spire could only smile, he could possibly be the one to save the Primarch alongside his men, what a momentous honour.
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