Starhammer: Chapter One
On Venus, in the Terran solar system, an alarm signalling a warp storm dying down activated in the Explorator headquarters underneath Venus's surface.
The adept unsteadily walked into the commander's quarters, carrying a small, beeping data-slate with a gene-encoder.
"Sir?"
"Yes, adept Dogadon, what is it?" The commander asked.
"Well, sir, we've found that the warp storms surrounding mini-sector 59000, has suddenly cleared up. What would you have us do?"
The commander dropped his glass of amasec, which shattered on the ground.
"What? Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes, sir. What would you have us do?"
"Dispatch five colony ships at once to the sector. I want to find out what kind of systems there are, and if any hostile enemy races live there."
"Alright, anything else? Oh, and this data-slate is for you, sir. It has a carmine-level gene-lock on it, so it must be pretty important." The adept said, scratching his head a bit around the newly-placed cybernetic implants that were irritating the skin near them. He handed the slate to the commander, who took it with a curious glance at the glowing rune-encoder.
"Yes. I want you to make sure that the colony ships have an extremely strong escort fleet. I want that bodyguard to have one Emperor class battleship, one Retribution class battleship, ten cruisers, two spacecraft carriers, two squadrons of Cobra class destroyers, and a Battle Barge." The commander stated, matter-of-factly. "Hmmmm. Also, add some cruisers equipped with Cyclonic Missiles and Virus Bombs."
"S-sir, what are the planet-killers for?"
"That is none of your business. Now get out of my sight, you ask too many questions that you have no right to know the answers to."
The adept shuffled out nervously, a bit angered by the commander's harsh words, but dared not say anything about it.
The commander slipped his finger under the gene-lock, and grimaced as the tiny needle inside it took a blood sample. When it had successfully recognized his DNA, the data-slate activated. As the commander read the scrolling text on it, his eyes slowly widened. Once he had finished it, he hastily opened up a comms channel to the adept's office who he had just spoken with.
"Adept Dogadon, I want a full complement of Space Marine bodyguards with the ships. Get me as many Battle Barges as you can, as well as Strike Cruisers. They're going to need them when they get there."
"Uh, y-yes sir...I'll try my hardest, although I don't know how good that will do..." The adept stammered.
* * *
Admiral Ardon Lesaud, captain of the Emperor's Majesty, an Emperor- class battleship, sighed. He did not like escorting colony ships, it made him look bad to his colleagues. He was captain of one of the deadliest ships in the Imperial Navy, damn them! He couldn't play babysitter for a bunch of colonizers! He just hoped they would be attacked, so that he could get at least a LITTLE enjoyment out of this. Lesaud slouched into his pulpit, and sighed a second time, closing his eyes.
* * *
Admiral Christian, commander of the Battle Barge Magma's Glow, glanced out through the 24-inch-thick titaniglas viewscreen at the other Space Marine Battle Barges. They were an impressive sight; six others steadily lumbered alongside his. One from the Ultramarines, one from the Space Wolves, one from the Blood Angels, and one from the Dark Angels. Four of the first founding Chapters, along with two others, one each from the Patriarchs and Apocalypse Warriors Chapters. Surely seven Battle Barges were too many to defend even five colony ships, surely not all were needed. His own Chapter, the Lava Marines, could handle anything that came at them, so why were so many ships required to defend these colony ships, and why wasn't he let in on any of the details? He continued to wonder as he noticed a distortion of light near one of the Barges, though nothing showed up on the tactical screens. Then, suddenly, it was gone.
"Must be a trick of the light, I hear the sun around here causes people to see things..."
He smiled at the thought of himself, a Space Marine, having hallucinations.
* * *
Two weeks later, the full colonization fleet, now known as the "Emperor's Guiding Hand", set out for the mini-sector. As the ships approached the warp jump point at the edge of the Terran system, a large rift opened up in front of them, and each ship flew in. As the last one went through, the hole in reality closed up, as if nothing was ever there in the first place.
* * *
Alright, this was my first foray into a SERIOUS crossover. In case you haven't figured out what the two series I'm combining for this series is, you'll have to find out next chapter. I don't want to spoil anything, though I'm sure if you know what a Space Marine is, you'll know what one of the series is. Or possibly both. This is Captain Invictus, signing off.
On Venus, in the Terran solar system, an alarm signalling a warp storm dying down activated in the Explorator headquarters underneath Venus's surface.
The adept unsteadily walked into the commander's quarters, carrying a small, beeping data-slate with a gene-encoder.
"Sir?"
"Yes, adept Dogadon, what is it?" The commander asked.
"Well, sir, we've found that the warp storms surrounding mini-sector 59000, has suddenly cleared up. What would you have us do?"
The commander dropped his glass of amasec, which shattered on the ground.
"What? Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes, sir. What would you have us do?"
"Dispatch five colony ships at once to the sector. I want to find out what kind of systems there are, and if any hostile enemy races live there."
"Alright, anything else? Oh, and this data-slate is for you, sir. It has a carmine-level gene-lock on it, so it must be pretty important." The adept said, scratching his head a bit around the newly-placed cybernetic implants that were irritating the skin near them. He handed the slate to the commander, who took it with a curious glance at the glowing rune-encoder.
"Yes. I want you to make sure that the colony ships have an extremely strong escort fleet. I want that bodyguard to have one Emperor class battleship, one Retribution class battleship, ten cruisers, two spacecraft carriers, two squadrons of Cobra class destroyers, and a Battle Barge." The commander stated, matter-of-factly. "Hmmmm. Also, add some cruisers equipped with Cyclonic Missiles and Virus Bombs."
"S-sir, what are the planet-killers for?"
"That is none of your business. Now get out of my sight, you ask too many questions that you have no right to know the answers to."
The adept shuffled out nervously, a bit angered by the commander's harsh words, but dared not say anything about it.
The commander slipped his finger under the gene-lock, and grimaced as the tiny needle inside it took a blood sample. When it had successfully recognized his DNA, the data-slate activated. As the commander read the scrolling text on it, his eyes slowly widened. Once he had finished it, he hastily opened up a comms channel to the adept's office who he had just spoken with.
"Adept Dogadon, I want a full complement of Space Marine bodyguards with the ships. Get me as many Battle Barges as you can, as well as Strike Cruisers. They're going to need them when they get there."
"Uh, y-yes sir...I'll try my hardest, although I don't know how good that will do..." The adept stammered.
* * *
Admiral Ardon Lesaud, captain of the Emperor's Majesty, an Emperor- class battleship, sighed. He did not like escorting colony ships, it made him look bad to his colleagues. He was captain of one of the deadliest ships in the Imperial Navy, damn them! He couldn't play babysitter for a bunch of colonizers! He just hoped they would be attacked, so that he could get at least a LITTLE enjoyment out of this. Lesaud slouched into his pulpit, and sighed a second time, closing his eyes.
* * *
Admiral Christian, commander of the Battle Barge Magma's Glow, glanced out through the 24-inch-thick titaniglas viewscreen at the other Space Marine Battle Barges. They were an impressive sight; six others steadily lumbered alongside his. One from the Ultramarines, one from the Space Wolves, one from the Blood Angels, and one from the Dark Angels. Four of the first founding Chapters, along with two others, one each from the Patriarchs and Apocalypse Warriors Chapters. Surely seven Battle Barges were too many to defend even five colony ships, surely not all were needed. His own Chapter, the Lava Marines, could handle anything that came at them, so why were so many ships required to defend these colony ships, and why wasn't he let in on any of the details? He continued to wonder as he noticed a distortion of light near one of the Barges, though nothing showed up on the tactical screens. Then, suddenly, it was gone.
"Must be a trick of the light, I hear the sun around here causes people to see things..."
He smiled at the thought of himself, a Space Marine, having hallucinations.
* * *
Two weeks later, the full colonization fleet, now known as the "Emperor's Guiding Hand", set out for the mini-sector. As the ships approached the warp jump point at the edge of the Terran system, a large rift opened up in front of them, and each ship flew in. As the last one went through, the hole in reality closed up, as if nothing was ever there in the first place.
* * *
Alright, this was my first foray into a SERIOUS crossover. In case you haven't figured out what the two series I'm combining for this series is, you'll have to find out next chapter. I don't want to spoil anything, though I'm sure if you know what a Space Marine is, you'll know what one of the series is. Or possibly both. This is Captain Invictus, signing off.