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"Hello, folks at home! Yeah sorry for this fuck huge delay with my work. I'm not really good with deadlines and all that stuff. Plus I really had no ideas for this chapter, It just comes and goes. so if you can send your story/character ideas to the reviews, thanks. Again sorry. Also thanks for 1000 views."
*BANG* A gunshot rings across the room.
WTF!?
Author: "Oi! Where the hell was that for!?" He points at his shotgun.
John: "As a warning." He looks at the story. "Fucking hell that's a lot." He walks out of the room, surprised at the amount of shit written.
WARNING: THE HISTORICAL REFERENCES IN THIS CHAPTER, WHETHER TRUE OR FALSE, DO NOT GUARANTEE AS ACTUAL FACT, THAT IS FOR YOU TO RESEARCH. EVERYTHING HERE IS INSPIRED. THAT IS ALL, ENJOY.
Chapter 6: The Warp and the background of Johnny William Parker. That was a mouthful.
Andel was busy washing Kiri's in a recently built bathroom in his room as she made little bubbles in the tub. He borrowed some soap and shampoo from the Guardswoman in John's Bataillon. They were average but did the job.
Kiri was happy that she gets a bath in a non-hedonistic way unlike how most of her Sisters prefer. She was never really into drugs nor sex that much but she did like going to parties. Granted said parties were just her birthdays where her Sisters took the effort of not ruining her per the request of the mother before her untimely demise. She then felt sad as she will never experience the warmth of her mother ever again. Andel sees that Kiri becomes suddenly sad so he just pick her up, dry her and shows her a holographic film from a book with the help of his projector lens. Thankfully Richard forced him to memorize his ENTIRE section of fictional books for every nearby orphanage every time they land somewhere.
He was showing her the story of Robin Hood, she had already finished the first arc of King Arthur and now needed something else to entertain her. So Robin Hood was the goto choice until she's old enough to read more mature stories, like Lovecraft.
'I wonder what the rest are doing right now?' He thinks to himself.
With Rolf in the cafeteria...
Today's breakfast is good'ole scrambled eggs and bacon. We had enough of those Empower damm Ration bars. Some of the chef lads have even managed to get Amasec! We had been running out of that ever since the previous Major dumped the stuff overboard for discipline.
I poured 2 pints of it into my mead horn I made from my somewhat infamous home planet, Fenris, I mean living next to the Space Wolves is fun but with most of the spread-out, yet extremely sociable people living there had to be conscripted most of the time because of that one incident with the Inquisition and Grey Knights. Oh, and to explain why there were people on Fenris is that the Space Wolves have been taking in refugees from planets that have been Exterminatus unjustly. I was amongst the earlier refugees around the time the cold war between the Space Wolves and Inquisition started.
"Hey, Rolf?"
"Yeah, Kelvin?"
"How come this Regiment has no other Tech-priest other than Hayden, I mean we need more of them if we're going to maintain our weapons. Save The ship's Tech-priest."
"Oh that's easy, he trains us on how to maintain our weapons. He even wrote a manual for us." I bring my 50-page book out from my duffel bag.
"Wait, we get manuals for our Lasguns?" I hand him the book as he skims through it.
"Yep, we got 'How to clean your barrel', 'How to make improvised grenades from Las ammo', '10 ways to improve your aim' and even a section on 'How to make use of a bayonet in non-combat uses'."
"Wow, this is actually useful shit." He was right, most of the manuals provided by the Higher-ups were either propaganda, stupid or both.
Wonder what the rest of Regiment is doing right now.
In Major Parker's room...
In the middle of the room, I was sleeping, still feeling the stress from yesterday and also feeling a weird presence around the ship. It had a familiar feel to it. Like I had felt it before. And then I had familiar memory float up.
Flashback~
"Fucking Ottomans, "I muttered to myself as I was trying to put on my old black Hospitaller armour. They had been besieging Malta for days on end as the walls were beginning to crumble. "Of all the places to siege they had to choose Malta?"
"Calm yourself, Brother John, Malta is the only stepping stone left before their invasion of Europe." Grandmaster De Valette spoke as he handed me my sword.
"Forgive me, Grandmaster." I sheath my sword and ready for war.
"Come, the walls won't hold forever." I followed him outside. "Join your brothers, I will head back and coordinate our defences."
I joined a column of 20 Maltase militia marching to the south walls, a defence line the Ottomans will siege. Reports coming in said that the Ottomans had more than 40,000 men. Shame, they should have brought more.
I bump into a distracted woman in a purple attire with white trim as she dropped her apples.
"Sorry about that, my lady." I help her pick her apples.
"No, I should have paid more attention to my surroundings." Her face was gorgeous with purple eyes and accompanied by ash-white hair.
"You should be inside," I helped her up. "They will be here any minute now."
She waves her hands "And miss this wonderful weather?" It was a sunny sky with minimal clouds.
"Still, you have to go inside my lady."
"Please, just call me Jane." She says and curtsy before leaving pass me.
"Yes, lady jane." I turn around to see her go inside a building, a bordello.
'Ah, she must be the new handmaiden I heard about.' (A/N Just something I made up. It's basically a title for woman caretakers/doctors for you know.)
At the walls...
The Ottomans have sent several companies of soldiers our way and open fired on us.
When a siege ladder landed in front of me I drew my sword and stab an Ottoman climbing up. I pushed the ladder down and see a line of arquebus infantry aiming at us.
"GET DOWN!" I shout as a hail of steel balls met my plate helmet. I was thrown off the wall and landed into a stack of hay inside a stable. I get up and walked outside to see many dead bodies thrown from the walls. I run up some stairs to look at the battlefield. I also threw my helmet down as it had a large dent in it that would impair my eyesight.
As soon as I get up I see the military Sargent in charge, dead with a hole between his eyes. I took command of the Maltase militia and ordered them to volley fire on the Ottoman arquebuses. A loud thunder was heard and I see many of the Ottomans dead as they retreat.
Many lives were lost but we managed to repeal them off for another day, for now.
I walked back down to see many stretcher-bearers carrying dead men as many now widows weep. I see lady Jane comforting a weeping woman in a pale green attire with short dirt blonde hair and pale blue eyes.
"There there Isabel, he is with the Lord now." She says as the blonde woman's tears drop onto a militia spearman.
"Oh, why did they not let me help him? I could have saved him!" She breaks down into Jane's arms as she unleashes an ear-piercing scream that rings across the courtyard.
"Excuse me Lady Jane but you and your friend need to get inside," I told them as I cover the body.
"Can you say a prayer? Please I don't want him to suffer in the afterlife." The blonde woman croaks out to me.
I sighed and brought out my collection of verses from the bible and other books and began to recite Isaiah 57:1-2
"The righteous perish, and no one takes it to heart; the devout are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil.
Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death."
"Amen." I close the book to see the blonde woman crying less. They both thank me and lave back into the Bordello.
Later I walked on up to the southern walls to see Ottoman artillery blasting Fort St. Elmo. Those guys will not hold out long.
I get back down as artillery shells from the western hills began to fall on the citadel. I was running back to the courtyard until a shell explodes near me knocking me unconscious.
2 hours later..
I woke up with a really bad headache inside a bed that was not my own. I look around to see many 'unholy' items in the room. I realised that I was inside the Bordello.
"You're awake." I look to my left to see Lady Jane on a chair but something's different about her, I don't know why.
"We found you outside the Bordello knocked out with a massive crater next to you. You had almost joined the Lord." She gives me some water which I gladly take.
"Thank you but I have to leave now." I get up but not before she put a hand on my soldier. She began to utter some pagan words as a purple light came forth and I felt my headache go away.
"No, thank you." She got up and left. That was...weird.
I got out of the room and walk down a surprisingly bloody hallway. I look inside rooms where brothel workers try and help injured soldiers and civilians alike. All these rooms had one thing in common there is always the colour purple, in whatever form it's always there. Downstairs chairs and tables have been turned into improvised medical beds. The girl, Isabel, was busy sewing a wound on a soldier. The soldier in question was in considerable pain even though he had drunk a pint of beer. I saw what was going to happen I grabbed a bucket and carried it to the soldier.
The soldier got up and vomited in the bucket and promptly fell back down.
I look to my left to see a startled Isabel. "Mixed some herbs into the beer, it will help. I have learned this through an Arabian doctor that used to work for the Knights Hospitaller." I pointed to some pain-killing herbs. She nodded and tells the rest of the girls of this.
30 minutes later...
Most of the patients have expressed either less pain, no vomiting and even partial healing. I look next to me is Isabel with a small smile on her lips.
"First you say a prayer for my love and now you saved these lives. You're really are an angel."
"To be honest my lady, I'm far from being an angel." I look outside to see it was nighttime with a full moon in the sky. "How much for a beer?"
"10 silver," I hand her the amount and she poured me a drink for the oak bar. I sat down on one of the few available chairs and chug down the beer. "I thought you knights refuse luxuries?"
"Even angels need a drink." I smiled at her as I put my now empty mug down. I got up and handed a bag of more silver to her. "A tip." I bowed my head and go out into the night, my black attire glowing with the moon.
The next day...
Fort St. Elmo still holds but I can only count a few more days until they fall. The Ottomans have also brought their guns on Fort St. Angelo forcing us to duck for cover. I peeked over the walls to see trench diggers digging towards the fort. I can only hope Oll will alright considering he is immortal, like me.
Oll's POV...
"I need more ammo here! Brother Jalan put you god damm helmet on! Do you want to be shot!? And where is the gunpowder!? Do you not want to fire your weapon!?" Brother-Sergeant Ollanius Pius was busy giving orders to his brothers as the Ottoman began digging trenches and fired artillery. He prays to whatever gods are there to help his people in these trying times, whether his or others.
Back with Brother John...
Yeah, he's probably going to die again, damm it.
I head towards the orphanage owned by my Order to find many Sisters under the stress of handling many now abandoned children of now-dead parents. I unsheathed my Longsword and pointed the tip into the ground and stabbed the ground, I got their attention.
"Sisters I would like to ask you to leave."
"I'm sorry Brother John but-"
I stop her. "No, you're too stressed to continue to work. Let me handle this."
They all nodded and one by one they left. I sighed, this is gonna hurt. I poured my soul into my sword and summon ghost into this world, temporarily. I split my soul into small pieces and put them inside wandering empty ghost without souls. These ghost's souls have already gone into the realm of souls golden boy told me about. He then gave me this Claymore made from Damascus steel with a golden eagle on a steel curved hilt, it was quite heavy but had a good balance spread out.
The ghosts all began taking care of the children. All of them have half of the knowledge of care from me. Many of the children stop crying and started giggling. Each and one of these ghosts I have chosen had been father-like figures that had died protecting their charge. While their souls left their ghost, a residue of their kind and warm personality still lingers inside these empty shells.
I feel my eyelids shut as blood trickle down my nose. I hit the cold stone floor feeling no pain as I blackout.
The days after...
I woke up with an even worse headache as I get up, and vomit into a bucket.
"Brother John. Are you alright?" A Sister holding a bucket was next to me asked.
"Well," I look into the bucket. "There's less blood then there should be so that's nice." I got up and sat on my bed. My armour still on apparently, the thing's hard to get off.
"You have been out for 2 days." I look outside to see it was daytime.
"Does Elmo hold?" I asked.
She nods.
"Wheres my sword?"
She points to my side. I look to my left to see my Longsword.
I get up from my medical bed and picked up my sword.
Later...
I stop in front of the bordello to see Lady Jane talking with a priest. He was wearing a red robe with a very odd hat.
"You're a witch!" He grabbed her hand. His face showing madness and insanity.
"Let go of me!" She shouts as she slaps the priest in the face.
"You dare hit a man of the cloth!? YOU HERETIC!" He unsheaths a hidden blade from his robes and began pulling his arm to stab her.
I ran up and rammed my shoulder into his side. I soon followed up with a high defensive stance in front of Jane.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked this man as he gets up showing his livid face.
"I am Jelani Amano of the Spanish inquisition! And you, Hospitaller, are defending a witch!?" The man who still holding his blade points at me.
You have to be goddam kidding me! I had it with dealing with these turds ever since they burnt FIVE of our ORDERS MEMBERS in bloody Spain.
"Yes, Inquisitor, I just defend a poor woman from an insane man." I turn my sword around so the tip of the blade faces to the ground making it the holy cross.
For the next few tense silent minutes, the inquisitor and I were just staring at each other. I know that if he would attack me he would be assaulting a man of a higher rank and from a more likeable organization.
"Brother John, are you in need of assistance?" A group of five Hospitallers came to my aid as the Inquisitor's hands began to shake violently.
"Yes, this Inquisitor had attacked this woman with no reasonable cause for it, arrest him." The Inquisitor's face then turned pale. The Hospitallers of Malta were experts of law and justice. When one breaks the law, one gets the pommel.
The Inquisitor books it with five armoured knights giving chase. I look behind me to see Jane holding her wrist. Her wrist seems to have a witch mark on it, by branding.
I look a bit closer to see that it was a german branding, only germans use the lip symbol as a sign.
"Lady Jane, you should go home." I Look around to see Isabella rushing towards us.
"Sister! Are you alright?" Wait they are blood-related?
"Yes, Isabella, I am fine." She smiles as if she had not been attacked by a lunatic in robes.
"As if we had enough trouble. Now we have the Spanish Inquisition here." I bowed and leave as shells from the Turks fall nearby.
After a few days on August the 7th...
Fort St. Elmo has fallen. Many soldiers had given their lives away to buy time for the people of Malta. The Spanish armada is coming, but now the Turks are focusing on us now. They had begun to roll up siege engines up towards the walls. Musket and cannon fire battered the walls as many knights and Infantrymen hold their ground on the walls. Seeing through my helmet a ladder is placed on the wall. Several Turks climbed over the wall and a battle ensued. I swing my blade from the right and hit hard on a Turk blade. The Turk reacted by pushing his blade back. I grabbed his shoulder and threw him off the walls as many presents began stabbing the Turk with knives and pitchforks.
I turn around to see a Turk swinging downwards with his sword. I responded by raising my blade as sparks fly from the two swords. I kicked him into other Turks trying to get up on the ladder. I ran up and with help with another Knight, we pushed the ladder down, taking the Turks climbing it. I grabbed a crossbow from a dead Maltase as another volley hits the wall, more men fall around me as I aim my crossbow. I let loose an arrow as it hits one of the Musketeers in the leg. His mates focus on me as another volley is fired. I ducked as more men die around me.
I look over the Turks to see a contingent of Spanish cavalry charging into the enemy camp. The Turks seem to notice as well as many of them withdraw back to the camp. I took another shot with the crossbow as another man falls. Soon the Ottomans left and headed towards Mdina. I was then told that the Spanish relief force was here. I was also told that several companies of Knights were going to charge the artillery in the hills. I decline as I went to see my brother.
An hour later...
I walked to the blacksmith to see my brother, Hayden, sitting in his chair, putting his legs on the counter and sleeping. His face is shaved and covered with sweat. We were both the same height, 6 feet and 2 inches. You know, brothers and all.
I throw the crossbow on to a nearby counter. Waking my brother up with a shock.
"The fuck?" He rubs his eyes looking at me with a confused face. He sits up showing his standard blacksmith attire. Hanging from his side is a small steel Warhammer.
"We won." I took a seat on the anvil, still cold.
"Really?" He lays his arm down and rested his chin on his knuckles.
"Yeah, the Spaniards have finally come and lifted the siege." I looked at the bordello across the street. Hayden brought out a beer and chugged like theirs no tomorrow
"I also found a witch." He chokes on his drink and sputters. His blue eyes widening at what I just said.
"Again? Where in the world will we not find another? I mean we found some in Denmark, Syria, England, France, Spain and even in Rome of all places." He was right. Everywhere we go we found cults, schools, brothels and, surprisingly the most common, nunneries.
"So, what do you want to do with her?" he looks at me with an eyebrow raised.
"Do you remember Edward in London?"
"What? Golden boy? Why would you say-" He stops halfway and then his eyes and smile grows.
"You're gonna ship them aren't you?"
"What? Nooo. I'm just sending her to a man who will protect her." I winked at my brother and he just laughs. He punches my arm and I punch back. Today had something good come out.
A few weeks of travelling later to England...
We arrived at night with the salted fish hitting my nose.
Jane was quite happy today. She and her sister will under the protection of Brother John's friend and the best bit, she no longer have to whore herself out for money. Her sister Isabella was quite excited about visiting England. She always wanted to know about its culture.
After we arrived in the port of London John walked towards a man with two swords sheathed on the back and wearing mail with a gambeson on top. He looked similar to John, Like a twin. But he had pure blue eyes instead.
"Jack." John stood in front of the man, only 2 inches shorter.
"John." The man, Jack, folding his arms covered in mail armour from the shoulder to his master crafted steel gauntlets with an engraved wolf. His legs are also covered in mail.
Hayden walked up and said over John's shoulder "What about me?"
A second after that line they all laughed.
"It's good to see you, Brothers." Jack then hugged the two and they hugged back.
He looked over to see me and Isabella. His smile still on his face.
"Come, Edward is waiting." He then prompts us to follow him into the busy streets of England.
After a minute of walking, we arrived at a largely abandoned cathedral turned into a permanent house. All the windows are shattered and cover with boards, the door reinforced with iron bars and the stone looked like it was constantly covered with lime mortar.
The doors open and a handsome man with black hair and brown eyes dressed in what appears mail armour. Why is everyone in mail armour?
The man speaks "John, Jack and Hayden." he looks at the brothers one by one. He then looks at us. "So you brought some new guests. Welcome!" He spreads his arms as to great us. "Let us go inside."
After entering the candlelit gothic cathedral...
There were wooden walls where pews should be to make makeshift rooms, tents and makeshift beds held witches from across Europe inside, an entire upstairs halfway up the walls and the back of the cathedral turned into a soup kitchen. This was a haven for witches.
"As you can see the refuge intake have increased since Queen Elizebeth gave us that loan back in December last year. Some of these people were actually hunted down for protestants views then being witches really. I mean Queen Mary was insane, she thought a tumour was her baby." Henry says as we move to a doorway with stairs going down. Candles in cobblestone holes lit the way as we ventured deeper and deeper.
We finally entered an underground hall of sorts with armed men all around. Most of them holding spears and wearing a lot of mail with plate armour on top. All of them had had a coat of arms with a golden eagle on a red base with two swords behind it. Their helmets had an eagle engraving on the sides.
"Now," Henry puts his hands on what appears to be a map of Europe with metal round objects painted red spread across. "What do I owe you?"
"Nothing, just friends helping friends." John smiles. He shakes Edwards hand and leaves.
"So," Edward looks at us while holding a parchment in one hand and a pen in the other. "You names, my beautiful ladies." My sister and I blush.
With the Parker brothers...
"I can't believe that just happened," I said as my brothers as we find a secluded place in the nearby woods.
"What? Do you mean helping the Warhammer realm? Or the fact that you relived the siege of Malta again?" Jack told me as he summons a portal back to our original realm, our home.
"Both." I raise my hands and let them fall. "We just united Big E, Isha and Slannesh under one banner. And also, why the hell would Isha, an Eldar Goddess living amongst humanity AND be sisters to what appears to be pre-Fall of the Eldar Slaanesh?" I ask my brother who just got a beer from the portal and drunk it.
"Well to make your job easier bro. You're going need all the help in the far future. This is just baseline for something more. Something Legendary." That last bit had a deep echo to it. Jack's Eyes turned bright teal for a brief moment before turning back to his normal deep blue eyes.
I sighed. At least I have support from three of the most powerful gods/superhuman in this realm. FUCK YOU AUTHOR! (A/N FUCK YOU TOO PAL! MWAHAHA!) dick.
"See you next time, brothers. I have a Fenrir Branwen in the RWBY realm to find and a Multiverse to build." He enters the hissing portal as it closes. (A/N More on this at the very bottom.)
Hayden stands next to me. "So what now?" He puts his hammer on his shoulder.
I look at him and sighed. "Now? We prepare."
Cue montage of Joh and Co...
1858/China/After Opium wars
In the streets of Hong Kong as the new British government spread modernization, trade between the west skyrocketed bring goods and services as well as ideas. While in the governers office two men. One brown hair and the other black hair.
"How's being the governor of Hong Kong for the past few years?" The man in a United Kingdom Officer Uniform said to a man with black hair and brown eyes.
"Well for one the Chinese people here are surprisingly nice and very hard working compared to their nobles or even their emperor." he brings out a cigar from his coat and smokes it. He takes another cigar and hands it to his friend, John.
"You do remember I don't smoke? right?" John chuckled as his friend grinned. "how are your wives?"
"Fine, Jane's brothel empire and Isabellas' hospitals have been doing well. With all these wars and all business is booming." He puffs a cloud of smoke from his cigar. "How's home?"
"Hayden has a contract to design something called an 'Ironclad' and he was offered 10,000 pounds. He will then have them built by next year." By the sounds of it, John figures it was a ship made of iron.
"I heard the french doing something similar." He muttered under his breath.
For the next hour or so, they talk about what the future will bring. For better or for worse.
At London docks...
"We need more steel here!" Hayden orders his men to lay more steel unto the hull as sparks fly everywhere. "And for the last time, STOP USING CHILDREN TO CLEAN IT!
1865/USA/Civil war
"Hayden! Help me with the cannon!" I yell to my brother as we push the cannon forward. He turned the angel to an accurate range of 200 meters as musket and rifle fire echo across the battlefield. "Wait, where the fucking ammo!?" I look into the box and saw that no ammo what so ever came with it.
Hayden then ran back to our camp and grabbed a box, it had hardtack in it. "We can use these!" Seriously? Their not that hard right?
We loaded them in and fired, taking out 10 rebels. "Huh," I look at my brother. "Load some more."
For the rest of the day, John and Hayden fired hardtack at the enemy. Even After the battle, they noticed that they still had tons of hardtack left.
Many centuries later in the Year of 2050...
On Earth...
In the UK, Edinburgh, a man in a trenchcoat with a woven union jack on it reads on galactic news via his vintage pocketwatch hologram as he sits in a cafe. His military SAS beret covering his head from the afternoon sun. The title on the front says 'Britsh Assassin murders Dictator of the United Middle East, The Middle East declares war on the UK of Britannia.'
Shit.
I get up and rush towards the castle-turned-fort of Edinburgh, placed upon the hills. On the way, I passed by many Challenger 7D's heading into the underground garages underneath the castle, an updated design of the Challenger 2 with the gun being replaced by a 140mm smoothbore railgun with an accurate fire up to 10km at speeds up to 80Kmh. Inside the tank was a car-battery size generator producing a thin one-inch deflector shield on the tank. It also had new armour around it, electrically charged armour that passively releases EMP to disable airburst and direct fire missiles and stops jet HEAT rounds. To compensate the weight and energy usage it had been refitted with a new engine, the 2,600 horsepower corgi sized Royal-Royce NOVA-class magnetic tokamaks thermonuclear fusion engine(A/N look them up, all of them are real). Able to go up to 60kmh off-road and 82kmh on-road. It's machine guns are now replaced with 20mm short-barrel Autocannons and airburst ammo. The auto-loaded turret no longer needs to be maned as they have semi-sentient AI inside to calculate firing for the gunner who is now able to control the turret from the back. The tracks also have been widening by 3 inches for better handling and better traction on hills with special rubber made to stick to surfaces. Thanks to the extra space more armour and clever spacing have improved the crew's survivability by 70% and shot engines down by 50%.
I entered the castle gatehouse, it's stone walls reinforced with tough iron and steel. The soldiers in the courtyard were wearing standard-issue titanium Mk 4 power armour with two Gatling guns on their forearms and an armoured battery pack behind. They had enough armour to handle a lot of high-calibre bullets and most of the early kinks had already been ironed out in the first stages of the civil war in China after it was literary money bombed into poverty by the United States of America before sending in their version of the power armour. All the exposed joints have been replaced with interlocking plates, the metal boots have rubber soles, the helmet's visor doesn't give glitchy data, the guns don't jam as much and the groin area has been extended. These power armours were actually British designs updated by fleeing American scientist after the USA's people, mostly rednecks and toilet-stealing assholes, declared their own state in the south. It's still happening as most of the south is being held by the new confederates. While the north was held by US and Canadian troops.
To clarify the Chinse civil war happened before the 2nd American civil war. The latter is still happening today.
I rushed up a flight of stairs and entered my office. I open my drawer to find my bulletproof Nokia touch-screen phone.
"Come on, pick up, pick up." My foot tapping repeatedly.
Then a voice was heard. "Yo, this is Edward."
"E, hey man." I sat in my chair.
"John? Hey man, what's up?"
"The Middle East just declared war on us."
"Shit, and here I am on mars."
"Why are you on mars?" No really, why?
"Do you remember the Void Dragon?" Oh fuck, what now?
"Last time we met him he gave the UK the mark 1 tank." I was there when Big E asked the dragon to live on Mars instead of destroying our world. After that, my brother started visiting him and ask about these 'Aeldari' and 'Necrons' and this 'War of Heaven'. By the end of his story, I was intrigued by these other gods. Getting a little tired watching Zeus and Odin have Theology debates.
"Nope. Dude has a tech cult."
"Oh for fuck's sake." I open my other drawer and grabbed a bottle of scotch.
"Yeah, he asked us to get rid of, and I quote, 'Those annoying machine-wannabe flesh bags' endquote"
I pour myself a glass as I asked another question. "Have you seen Jane or Isha? Lately, they had been ignoring my calls."
"Funny you should say that. I haven't heard from them since last month when we went to a swingers club in Chicago." My holo screen pops up with orders from the top.
"Well, you better get back here soon. I just got orders that my Divison will be transferred to Cyprus." The Middle East rolled into Turkey and are now engaged with local authorities. Chinese tanks and equipment have been spotted within the army.
In a place unknown...
Jane wakes up and rubs her head. Her nose picking up smells of what she can recognise as sexual fluids.
"AH! My head!" Her head throbs with headaches as she could only remember the swingers party and being hit on the head.
"Hello, there little Mon'keigh." A sensual feminine voice is heard in her ears as she looks around. Her eyes laid upon a nude woman with pointed ears. Her face was similar to that of her sister, Isabella.
"Where is my sister!? What have you done to her!?" I screamed at her. I tried to get up but my body can't move.
"Oh, you had a sister? Must have missed her." She takes out a knife from her pussy, a very bloody knife. She moans a bit.
"Oh well, at least I will have fun with you, perpetual Mon'keigh." She walks towards me as I struggle against my body. Bitch must have drugged me. She drags the knife across my nude body from my chin to my pussy. "For this will last for a long time. HAHAHA!" I scream in agony as she plunges her blade into my snatch and twists it. More of her kind come out of the shadows with blood and scars across their bodies, all with curved smiles.
God, I hope Isha is okay.
Somewhere nearby...
Isha wakes up in a soft bed. Her return from earth was met with great joy as many of her children were celebrating. However, her return had to be short as she forgot to bring her sister, husband and the family friend along to be human ambassadors. She also wondered why her children also have a weird smelly room with a brass door on the Craftworld. Her children told her that room was only allowed for the pleasure cults. She asked who were these pleasure cults. Their answer shocked her to the core. But calmed down as she remembers that her children can't die. Still, however, she has to tell them to control themselves when she meets them.
After a while on the Craftworld Isha begins to feel her sister's presence. How did she get on? She walks throughout the Craftworld, taking days to find her. She only stops on the 7th day as she could hear muffled screams from the smelly room. She cautiously walks towards the brass door. As soon as she opens the warm door she vomits.
Her sister's arms were held up by chains as her guts spew outwards and onto the floor, her regeneration fighting back a green acid that smelt awful. Her face was covered by her long white hair. Surrounding her are nude Eldar all who have scars and blood around them. Each and every one of her children is dead with smiles upon their faces. She hears whispers of dark temptations in her ears as she slowly moves forward to her sister's nude godlike form, was she always this beautiful?
I stopped and thought to myself 'Did I really just wanted my sister in a lustful way?' I gagged at that thought. I keep moving forward and as soon as I put my hand on the chains my sister speaks.
"Your kids are assholes." Sigh, at least she still has her humour.
I turn to the sounds of footsteps from behind me. "Mother? Are you alright? Why is their a Mon'keigh in here?" One of her daughters says as many of her children enter the room, not the least bit disturbed by the bodies of their siblings. Yeah, she's going to scold her children later. I cut my sister's bonds and carry her bridal style. I turn around and gave a stern look at my children, they all look down in fear and shame.
"Children," my voice echos coldly out of sheer disappointment. "this is your, Auntie, Jane. She requires medical attention, understood?" They all nod in fear, good.
"I wish to take a bath. When I come back she better be alright." I give my sister to one of the doctors and as I near the door I say something to really grab their attention. "Bring me Eldrad afterwards." Eldrad was probably the dickiest of her children but she has to admit he has his uses.
Back on Earth...
Cyprus was quite a lovely place. I took a stroll on the beaches near the docks awaiting orders to either reinforce or send supplies to United Jerusalem, a heaven for all relations after I had painstakingly, during the fucking Israel-Palestine war of 2022, combined the Quran, bible and Tora into a more tolerant book. I pass by the latest tank in the British army, the Black Prince MK 2. A massive Heavy Cruiser Tank with a single 260mm 65-degree composite frontal slope with a huge powerful smoothbore 200mm cannon that shoots 80 KG of HEAT shells at 1500 m/s. Weight is 70 tons so they had to instal two Nova-class Fusion reactors for the damm thing, it also had a 50mm double-track system sillier to the Tortoise tank destroyer to spread the weight. The sides were 200mm composite armour at 50-degrees. Its 240mm composite armour turret front was angled at 20-degrees. This thing was designed by Russian and Britsh cooperation. Shame that it can only go at 35kmh, but it's a hell of climber. Big lug can go up a hill at fucking 40-degrees. It has a hull length of 9 meters and is 5 meters wide. Tracks made of special rubber that allows it to swim in rivers, calm deep waters and mildly rough shallow water with deployable fins underneath in the middle. Does surprisingly well in western urban conditions but also exceeds in plains and rural areas.
I hear jet engines in the sky as I look up to see Chinese Fighters in the sky. I hear air-sirens ringing in the air as SAM defences fire at the jets. The Chinese jets dive at the dockyard with rockets underneath, I can see that they were old jets from the early 2000s as one of the SAMs gets a hit and blows it up. The jet's parts fall down as people duck to avoid them. I look up to see Arab paratroopers coming down with the worst flak armour I had ever seen. I fired my 12.7mm Heavy London-class rifle at them, ripping them to shred. More British bullets come and rip the rest up
"We need air support! NOW!" I yell to my men as I run-up to a Phalanx CWIS and take the controls as hundreds of jet Bombers and Fighters come out of the sky. "Eat lead motherfuckers!" The sounds of 20mm rip the open sky.
1 Hour Earlier...
Before the Air raid, high command ordered the naval invasion of Acre start now and John had to stay behind after he got diarrhoea from eating an expired army ration during the battle. Hayden was drinking tea inside of the Black Prince as the transport carrying it sways side to side. He was the tank commander of the 5th "Brawlers" Tank Regiment and had a hand in the design of the tank by putting an emphasis on armour. He was glad they took his advice and made a very heavy tank. It was also designed to be chemical and nuclear resistant.
The sounds of beach landing bring Hayden out and he takes a look at the cameras. The tank drove forward and went into shallow water as Arabian anti-tank guns and machine guns get absorbed and deflected by the tank. Hayden orders his gunner to aim at a bunker and fire a shell at it. The gunner elevates the gun and auto-loads a HEAT shell in it using a heavy auto-loader. The gun fires as the recoil are negated by the weight of the tank. The bunker explodes as Royal Marines start to land and assist the encircled Isrelies inside the city. Within 3 seconds another shot is fired and destroy another bunker.
Hayden grabs his command radio. "All tanks, move up and provide cover for the Marines." Black Prince's advance into the city as his own tank moves forwards with Marines, not far behind. Hayden scans the area with his cameras and spots an old Abrahams tank, the tank fires a HEAT round and it bounces off the sloped front armour. The Black Prince's cannon fires it's own HEAT round and blows the Abrahams turret.
Hayden almost reached his first objective, the capture of the central square, only to be told that Cyprus is being under an air attack. "Continue the plan but after completing your mission head to the nearby airfield to distract their forces to the east." Hayden marks it on his map and heads towards the airfield, this should be a piece of cake.
Back with Isha...
Isha told her son, Eldrad, to gather information on her degenerate children as well as to increase security around her sister. Eldrad complied, though a bit confused on why news of his 'auntie' had not been told earlier. He asked many sadistic friends of his to give a general outline of their works. He found out that their goal was to summon an Eldar god of sex, pain and parties. But the god in question is still a mystery as he does not know what it looked like nor the knowledge of its possession ability. He dismisses this as just another god joining the Eldar pantheon and should be treated as such, his mother should be happy about a new sibling and not this sister.
He went to his own room and tried to telepathically contact his mother, with a strange amount of difficulty.
Isha felt a sudden pain in her gut as if a friend of hers is suffering, a man in black armour with a white cross.
Back with John...
The situation has gotten bad to worse as the Chinese military came out of nowhere and lunched a nuke at us. It melted half of the naval forces before a retreat order was sounded. His brother and his tanks have swum to still-operational transports before the radiation reached them.
John's nose bleeds before alarms ring in his ears.
John wakes up as the ship shakes. He exits his room and heads to his nearest window. What he saw was 3 Chaos vessels, preassembly slaughter-class cruisers judging on how fast they're going. He picks up his shotgun and prepares for boarding actions.
With the Sisters of Battle in the chapel section...
Alya and Jessica just finished their regular 40 wipings before the alarms started to blare. The hastily join the rest of the sisters, albeit not putting on their breastplates leaving their nude G-cup boobs to hang out of their battle suits. Before any of their superiors could scold them, the alarms for an imminent boarding action sound. The Repentias smile at them, maybe they seek to repent as well?
Chaos boarding ship...
The cultists chant as the ship charges towards the undefended ship. They all follow the great Slannesh and her children. The vanguard Daemonettes play with some of the cultists as they tease them and not give them release. The keeper of secrets, a Daemonette that looks like a regular woman with white hair and in power armour, gazes through the ship with her black eyes. What she saw made her gasp as one word left her lips. "Sister?"
End of Chapter 6
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