To fully understand what's going on read the commentary and omakes of the previous chapter. Also the new character Nadarr that appears in this chapter is from the Dark Sun D&D setting and He will have a very unique perspective on the Warhammer World compared to other characters because on His World of Athas:

There are no Gods, with the closest things being powerful and greedy Sorceror-Kings and Elemental Spirits. The former are worshipped by bureaucratic priests called Templars whom are given elemental powers and the latter are worshipped by Clerics and Druids.

Abuse of Arcane Magic is dangerous because it's powered by life as it turns plants to ash and destroys the environment creating dry infertile desert which is what happened to most of Athas. There are only two types of Arcane Magic Casters, Defilers who use magic recklessly and see people, plants and animals as disposable resources and Preservers who use magic carefully in order to preserve and restore nature.

Most animals that we would recognize from Earth or traditional Fantasy Worlds don't exist on Athas because they either never existed or died out a long time ago. So things like chickens or pigs are foreign to him.

The traditional D&D Races that do exist on Athas are drastically different. Halflings are conservationist cannibals. Elves are lazy bandits, hippies and conmen. Dwarves are tan and hairless. Dragonborn are called Dray and don't have breath weapons. Dragons are god-like and are not natural beings, the Ultimate End Goal of the Sorcerer-Kings is to become a Dragon.

Most people in the Dark Sun setting are kind of assholes and it's more likely for a protagonist to be an Anti-hero or Villain than a hero.

Metal is so scarce that coin currency is made of ceramic material and Water is so precious that people would kill for it.


"Beware the fury of a patient man."

-Publilius Syrus


Somewhere along the Altdorf Middenheim Road

After a while of studying, Balthasar Gelt had sent Shirou on an errand to retrieve potion ingredients from the Great Park and magical reagents from the Wizards and Alchemists Guild in Middenheim. Much to his discomfort and initial complaint he had to wear the traditional gilded robes of The Gold College as a sign of his status. So now here he was traveling on the road to Middenheim in annoyingly flashy clothing laced with fire-retardant lead. As he did this, he sensed a presence nearby.

Shirou could smell magical energy in the air, when Balthasar had learned of this he had excitedly asked Shirou what each of the Winds of Magic smelled like. Shirou could at this very moment smell the presence of a Beastman hiding in the forest.

"Come out I know you're there." stated Shirou dryly.

As Shirou prepared for the creature to emerge, he was surprised to see a Beastwoman emerge from the foliage. She was an Ungor with short antelope horns and cat-like eyes and familiar scars around her torso.

"Martha?" asked Shirou in recognition.

"Shirou is that you?" asked Martha in surprise.

Martha had a much more athletic build than when they had last met. Her muscles were much more pronounced than before and she had grown taller she was as tall as him now. She then went to hug him. Her chest pressed against his much to his slight embarrassment as she still wore almost nothing. He was happy to see her none the less.

He had actually grown fond of her. She was a nice girl after all. However, he was concerned now. After having read the Liber Malefic and Liber Chaotica he had started to worry about Martha even more.

After she let go, he took something out from his robes. It was a red cloth of some sort. Martha stared in confusion at the item. He placed it around her like a cloak. He had gotten it on a mission once back on Earth, it was given to him by Caren Hortensia the Daughter of Kirei Kotomine.

"This is the Shroud of Martin it will protect you from being corrupted." Shirou told Martha.

Martha blushed bright red at the show of concern for her.

She then got close to Him and wrapped her arms around him before she kissed him deeply. Shirou was taken aback at the sudden passionate display of affection. He had no idea what to do. After thinking about it for a moment he then made his decision. He wouldn't leave Martha alone anymore.

"Martha." said Shirou as he turned to her.

"I'm taking you with me."

He had made up his mind.


Somewhere in The Dark Lands

As The Hunter got a closer look at the enemy he noticed their emotionless faces with cold unblinking eyes. His Albino Dwarf companion pointed at them shouting, another sign that something wasn't right. He drew his Dual Blades as they got within range of him and his companion. He did a double slash, a double slash return stroke and a circle slash cutting the first Northman to pieces. The rest of the Tong paid no mind to their fallen comrade as they advanced.

He dashed backwards and then continued attacking. He then heard a loud crack and turned to see his Dwarf companion sent flying with a strike from a club.

"NO!" he cried out at the apparent death of his only long-term companion in this World.

He then went into a Rage as he clashed his two swords together and entered Demon Mode. He attacked in a rush of reddened blades as he cleaved through limbs and eviscerated bodies. Yet they still showed no signs of fear or hesitation as they threw themselves onto his blades, some even attempted to kill him with their bare hands. They continued to fight even as they were cut down to the last man. Then all was silent and quiet enough to hear his still beating heart.

He then realized that one was still alive, sat up looking at him with its cat-like eyes even after It should've bled out already. As The Hunter approached the thing in the shape of a person It showed the first display of emotion so far. And it was disturbing.

It began to close it's eyes as it appeared to be crying until it slowly changed into hysteric laughter with a manic, wide-eyed grin.

The Hunter decided he'd finally had enough of the Tong and bisected him, finishing the job.


The Black Fortress, Dark Lands

Nadarr decided to get out of his chains. He spit acid on his restraints which burned through, releasing him. This was a mutation that was unique to him as far as he knew. He had read the Dwarves' surface thoughts and knew exactly where they put his belongings. Luckily it was nearby.

(Timeskip)

Wall the Warforged didn't know how he had got here. All he knew was that he was being held against his will by some sort of Cult of Dwarven Artificers and their slave work-force. They planned to take him apart for study. Fortunately, they couldn't pry off his Adamantine Armor so they had left to obtain the proper tools. Luckily the Dwarven Cultists hadn't returned.

Then suddenly the door was kicked down revealing what looked like the ugliest Dragonborn he'd ever seen. It was skinny, It's scales were mottled and uneven, It had a whip-like tail and It's body was slightly bent and mutated. It wore equipment that reminded him of that worn by the Lizardmen of Q'barra.

"So, not a Golem huh?" asked Nadarr sarcastically as he looked at the Warforged.

"I'm different, I'm Sentient I have a Soul." muttered Wall.

"Well, that's some fancy looking armor you have there. Are you a Templar of some sort?" asked Nadarr suspiciously.

"Not a Templar, a Paladin." answered Wall.

"Never heard of a Paladin." said Nadarr dryly.

"This isn't my World. I can tell because I felt the presence of my God got severed suddenly." explained Wall.

"That would explain the pale, hairy Dwarfs and why I killed a few Goblins on the way to the storage closet." said Nadarr while rolling his eyes at the absurd notion of Gods.

"So, you're from another World too? One with tanned, hairless Dwarves and where Goblinoids were wiped out?" asked Wall jokingly.

"Yes." replied Nadarr seriously in response.

"So, what do we do now?" asked Wall in regards to their current predicament.

Nadarr smiled savagely.

"Something I've had prior experience with. We're starting a Slave Rebellion."

Nadarr had a plan. He had heard when reading minds earlier that the Dwarfs performed sacrifices to their so-called God Hashut. The first that were going to be sacrificed were the Elf and Dwarf slaves. The Elves were to be flayed alive so their bodies could be harvested for reagents. The Dwarves would be sacrificed first due to a historic grudge towards their untainted kin.

This meant that the Elves and Dwarves were probably caught recently and their equipment may not have been destroyed yet.

Nadarr had seemed to get positive attention from the Enslaved Orcs and Goblins due to killing the tall Goblins in charge that were called Hobgoblins. He had the most favor from the ones called Black Orcs. He had also noticed that the Evil Dwarves' machines had to be restrained like wild animals as if they would rampage if left unattended.

There were also Humans, Ogres and Trolls being kept for slave labor. Nadarr had decided the strategy would be to release the possessed machines as a diversion to keep the Evil Dwarves distracted while they gathered the slaves. The Orcs, Goblins, Trolls and Ogres would be on one side of the Fortress while the Humans, Elves and Dwarves would be on the other. It would be two rebellions on two separate fronts. There was one thing that bothered him though.

The Mutations visible on The Evil, Bearded Dwarves indicated the presence of Arcane Magic. Dwarves of Athas couldn't use Arcane Magic, but it was plain to see the influence of it being used irresponsibly in these Dwarves. This could only mean that they likely had Defilers among them. And the Mutations would indicate that these Dwarves had been using Defilement Magic for generations. This presented an unknown factor.

Judging from previous experience with Arcane Magic it could be a group of Casters relatively weak compared to a Sorceror King or in the more likely scenario it could be One Powerful Caster comparable to a Sorceror-king that would kill anyone else who practiced Magic to eliminate any threat which would potentially leave others to practice in secret. If they had an equivalent to a Sorcerer-king then there would possibly be a group similar to Templars. There was also the problem that on Athas Orcs, Goblins, Ogres and Trolls were long extinct either from the Cleansing Wars or The Dragon, Boris' rampage that scorched the Planet meaning he hardly knew how to negotiate. Judging by the Prevalence of Metal Armor this could mean that all these Dwarves he's seen are equivalent to Nobles or Templars. While their God, Hashut must be a Powerful Defiler.

Then suddenly two Chaos Dwarf Engineers arrived from down the Hallway with Power-tools. The sight of the escaped prisoner made them pause and draw their weapons. One was armed with a double-handed axe while the other was wielding a blunderbuss.

The one with the blunderbuss attacked first and fired Burning Coals from the firearm. Luckily, Nadarr was resistant against fire and heat due to both his Dray Physiology and his Braxat Hide Armor inlaid with Fire Drake Leather. Both helped protect him against Fire Magic and the harsh desert elements of Athas or in this case, the burning coals fired from the blunderbuss. If the Dwarf was confused of the rather miniscule damage, he didn't show it.

The other Engineer charged with his axe causing Nadarr to block with his steel shield. Nadarr then did a low stab at his exposed arm with his steel gladius. The malevolent Dwarf grunted in pain as the weapon was driven into his flesh almost touching the bone. The Dwarf still stubbornly held on to his axe. Nadarr pulled his sword out and thrusted aiming for his exposed neck between the helmet and chest-plate.

The Dwarf moved to block but was bashed with Nadarr's shield while he was distracted. Nadarr managed to knock the Dwarf slightly off-balance and took advantage of it as he stabbed into the Dwarf's now unprotected neck and gave a brutal twist of the gladius. The Chaos Dwarf silently dropped dead to the floor below. He then slashed at the other Dwarf wielding the strange weapon cutting Him across the neck causing a spray of dark-crimson to spurt out. A muffled gurgle was heard from within the helmet as He too died.

"How's that for Shoddy?" asked Nadarr with a shit-eating grin.

Later

After the two had all of their gear they snuck atop the catwalk towards the area where the Daemon Engines were being kept. They then noticed a Hobgoblin that had spotted them from a distance away.

Nadarr used his magic sling, flinging a rock which caved in it's skull causing it to fall off the catwalk and into a cauldron of molten metal causing a large cloud of smoke to emerge that seemed to vaguely resemble a grinning demonic face. It grabbed the attention of the two Dwarf Guards below. But Nadarr acted before they could alert anyone.

Nadarr prepared his magic sling again then fired at the restraints of a Daemon Engine, snapping them and releasing it. The Daemon Engine killed one Chaos Dwarf guarding it and ate the other, then it proceeded to break the restraints of the other Infernal Machines. Then they all went their separate ways rampaging as they went, the only trace left of any Chaos Dwarf Guards was a bloody skid mark. Now it was time to commence with phase two of his master plan!

A bit later

"What? Do ya wan us to shake 'ands with the pointy 'ers next while we at it?" commented the Black Orc sarcastically in regards to the plan.

"I'd rather face the Chaos Dwarfs alone than have a Druchii's knife at my back." said one of the High Elves.

"Oh, such harsh words from such a pretty face." Retorted one of the Dark Elves in amusement.

"Whatever differences you've had before don't matter right now, know that the longer we're here the closer we are to death it's better to die free than to die a miserable death in bondage. You need to set aside your differences if you are to make it out of here alive. My acquaintance Nadarr said that the Elves will be flayed alive by these 'Chaos Dwarves' very soon and they will sacrifice the Dwarven slaves first. So you don't have many choices." Explained Wall.

"We're all probably taking the Slayer Oath if we survive this Kruti plan, but you do make a good point. I'd rather not die as a sacrifice. I'll die on my feet like a True Dawi taking those Unbaraki Dawi Zharr Wazzoks down with me." said a Dwarf.

"I suppose I have nothing left to lose might as well side with the tin-man and the scaly mutant." Commented a human.

"Oh, for the love of Khaine." cursed a Wood Elf.

"We'z only gonna do dis plan 'cause the Scaly Boy's good at krumpin Gobbos an' Stunties." Commented an Orc.

After convincing them, they gathered the weapons and equipment of the Elves and Dwarves whom were as suspected only captured recently. The Humans, Greenskins and Ogres took whatever weapons they could find improvised or otherwise. Nadarr's burns from his escape and the fight earlier were healed by Wall by placing his hands on the wounds as he explained that he could still use miracles because a Paladin's power comes from their beliefs just as much as their patron. Now as they prepared for escape, they were anticipating what they were soon to face in the coming battle.


(Flashback in the Reikwald Forest)

Mugrub realized the Soldiers of The Empire couldn't be reasoned with at this point as He drew his Blade and then sprang into action, cutting down the men with rifles first as he determined they posed too much of a threat due to prior experience fighting Artificers who wielded similar weapons in his World. He then proceeded to go for the Crossbowmen next as he cut one down and took his crossbow to shoot the others. Goblin Slayer then proceeded to throw a Smoke Bomb obscuring the vision of the Imperial Patrol. Then as the smoke cleared both of them were gone. Mugrub had killed several Hunters, Pistoliers, Crossbowmen, Outriders and even their General.

(End of Flashback)

"Why did you attack those people?" asked Goblin Slayer.

"There are times that a fight can't be avoided Goblin Slayer." Said Mugrub Fiendslayer.

"I see." Answered Goblin Slayer.

It made sense to him after all as he had killed another Adventurer once, one whom had turned on The Adventurer's Guild and attacked Him and the Guild Girl. But that was different from killing Soldiers of a Nation's Military, it just felt wrong.

"Hold on a second what is that?" asked Mugrub as he saw a paper pinned to a tree.

It was a Wanted Poster with the inscription saying:

"Upstanding Citizens of The Empire, keep watch for these two Malignant Ne'er-Do-Wells! One is dressed like a Mercenary or Ruffian wearing leather, steel and plate armor whose face was concealed underneath a Horned Helm, while the other is a Hideous Mutant resembling an Orc in the equipment of a Nipponese Warrior. The threat posed by the former is as of yet unknown but he seems to be equipped with Explosives as he demonstrated the use of a Smoke Bomb, the Mutant was capable of slaying several armed infantry and cavalrymen, even the valiant General Adolphus Schwarzenegger was killed in battle. They must be brought to Justice, Dead or Alive."

Above the inscription was an incredibly inaccurate representation of them. Mugrub was portrayed as a fish-lipped meat-head, while Goblin Slayer was portrayed wearing an Undamaged horned helmet with evil eyes underneath.

"Well, that was quick." stated Mugrub at how there were wanted posters already.

"That looks nothing like us." Commented Goblin Slayer.

"Well, at least no one will recognize us." Added Mugrub dryly.

Then they heard screaming in the distance.

As they ran to investigate, they saw a village under siege as Beastmen and Greenskins pillaged everything. Shrines and temples were demolished by Bestigors and Minotaurs, while Orc Choppas cleaved through the defenders. Goblins and Ungors used torches to set houses on fire while descending upon anyone who came out fleeing for their lives, some villagers chose to die a fiery death than to be brutally mauled or tortured. Goblin Slayer watched in horror as a small child was thrown by two Gors into the gaping maw of a Minotaur. Then an Ungor forced a young woman to the ground and began to tear off her clothes. Goblin Slayer had, had enough.

They were just like Goblins!

He fired an arrow into the Ungor's skull killing it instantly as it fell on top of the girl. She screamed and then pushed the limp carcass off of herself.

Goblin Slayer went to help her up, but she panicked and smacked his hand away before fleeing. Goblin Slayer then decided to charge into the fray slicing the throat of an Orc Choppa causing black blood to spill out.

Mugrub joined as well, decapitating a Big 'Un and firing his newly acquired crossbow into a crowd of Night Goblins, Forest Goblins and Ungors.

Goblin Slayer was knocked over as he was hit by the most ridiculous thing. A Goblin with makeshift gliding wings tied to it's back and arms wearing a pointed metal cap with a flame-design. It had died from the impact screaming, he then noticed what looked like a giant slingshot was used to fire it from a few feet away. The Goblins began to panic as Goblin Slayer started to charge in their direction cutting down any Beastman or Greenskin that got in his way. Until he heard something.

"Oi! I remember You! You killed ma Boyz 'n den shot an arrow into ma Eyeball!"

Shouted a Black Orc wearing an Eyepatch and pointing at Goblin Slayer.

"Da names Izot the Eye-Patch now 'umie remember dat when I krump ya 'ead in!" Shouted the Orc.

The Black Orc charged and then did an overhand swing which the Goblin Slayer blocked with his own sword. He then forced the Orc back by shield bashing him. Then he cut off the Orc's sword arm before cutting off both his legs and then his head.

Then a Bovigor wielding a one-handed axe in one hand and a wooden shield bearing the painted iconography of a wolf in the other appeared, lifting his head and mooing loudly in challenge. It swung down at him causing Goblin Slayer to dodge before he threw a hollowed-out eggshell filled with chili powder in it's face and then when the Bovigor covered it's eyes in pain he stabbed it in the chest 3 times causing it to stagger before he stabbed it in the back of the neck. As it slowly bled out, he discarded his dull sword and took the Beastman's axe to inspect it. It was evidently stolen as instead of being crude it was well made and not crafted to fit in the Beastman's hand.

Goblin Slayer then took out a gunpowder bomb which he threw at the Doom Diver Catapault. The Goblins attempted to run away but it exploded before they could escape in time sending Goblins and pieces of Goblins flying in all directions.

Then suddenly Goblin Slayer was grabbed by an elongated arm which returned to it's owner, a Wargor. The Bestigor gored him on his horn and bucked his head again and again before discarding him on the ground causing him to cough up blood as it left him to bleed out.

Then suddenly lightning struck the monstrous Beastman and knocking it out instantly. As a strange cloaked figure emerged. The "Child of Taal" as the locals had called him had arrived.


Ostermark

Geralt of Rivia hated portals, not only did they make him sick to his stomach and cause his head to spin. But they were dangerous and unpredictable at times. Something could go wrong and a person can end up inside a volcano or at the bottom of the deepest ocean. It could even end up putting one half of a person in one location and the other half someplace else. In his case a portal had sent him here out in the middle of some forest.

He then heard the sound of a horse running from a few feet away. When it finally reached him it whinnied rearing back on it's hind legs in panic. Something clearly had it spooked. Geralt calmed it down using the Axii Sign and then realized that the horse was covered in blood. He inspected it for wounds and found none so he determined that it was likely covered in the blood of it's rider.

"Must've fled from an ambush, raiders probably." Determined Geralt as it was a riding horse not a war horse, though a bit smaller than average with a thicker mane and a broader chest.

He decided to spend a few moments brushing the blood out of it's mane and after he finished he mounted it before going on his way.

"C'mon Roach." He said affectionately to the mare.

They passed through the woods passing by various woodland animals ranging from Elk to Woodcocks. He rode for some time as the sky darkened. Then the glow of dozens of red eyes appeared from the shadows. As a swarm of Forest Goblins emerged causing the horse to rear in terror. Geralt proceeded to draw his steel sword. He then dismounted from Roach.

As the Goblins nearest to him lunged with their spears expecting an easy kill as after all he was just one man, they were cut into even halves in the blink of an eye. The other Goblins hesitated so Geralt used Igni to set their clothes on fire. The Goblins started to panic with some attempting to pat out the flames while others rolled on the ground and the extremely stupid ones ran around screaming while still on fire. The surviving Goblins fled in fear knowing the man was dangerous and deciding the attack wasn't worth it.

"Why people throw their lives away attacking an armed Witcher is something I'll never know." Muttered Geralt to himself.

Then he looked up to the sky only to see a Green Moon that seemed to give off an unstable magical aura.

"That can't be good." regarded Geralt in regards to the Moon's likely mutagenic influence.

He mounted his horse again and after a while he stumbled across three mutants (the same vagabonds encountered by Shirou and Martha in Kislev) squatting around a tree and a man who seemed to be from the Skellige Isles, whom sat on a fallen log.

"Good evening Gentlemen." Said Geralt as he sat down next to them.

"Who are you?" asked the Mutant with frog eyes.

"Geralt of Rivia, Witcher" answered Geralt.

"Abram." muttered the Mutant with a burning skull.

"Alexander." said the one-eyed Mutant.

"Yuri." answered the Frog-eyed Mutant.

"Falkner the Wild, Dragonborn. Doubt you've heard of me though." answered the man who looked Skelligan. Geralt saved that as a note for later.

"What's a Witcher? A fancy word for Witch? Because you're sure as hell no Witch Hunter." asked Abram looking at Geralt's viper-like eyes suspiciously.

Geralt took a moment to think about how to explain it.

"A Witcher is a specialized Monster Slayer who is trained in swordsmanship, alchemy and petty spells." he explained.

"I got here on a drunken bender; do you know what province we're in?" asked Geralt.

"Ostermark." answered Abram.

Geralt had never heard of such a province before.

"If you'll excuse me kind gentlemen, I need to speak to Mr. Witcher in private." stated Falkner as he got up and indicated for Geralt to stand up.

Geralt politely complied standing next to him as they walked a safe distance from prying ears.

"You're lying." stated Falkner sternly.

"How can you tell?" asked Geralt.

"If you had been drinking you would be hungover about now." explained Falkner his eyes narrowing.

Geralt weighed the pros and cons of telling the truth and decided to confess.

"Alright, let me explain. I didn't actually get here drunk. This is going to sound bizarre but I don't believe this is my World." explained Geralt.

"Well that makes perfect sense." stated Falkner casually.

"How so?" questioned Geralt.

"One, you didn't know where you were and Two, I'm not from this World either." said Falkner smiling.


I've actually realized that Mutants in Fantasy and 40k have a lot more in common than I first thought. As even in the Deamonculaba story there were Mutants that still worshipped The Emperor and wanted revenge on The Iron Warriors whom disfigured them not to mention that was in the Fricking Eye of Terror!

Khazalid lexicon:

Krut - a discomforting disease contracted from mountain goats.

Kruti - a Dwarf suffering from Krut; a goatherd; an insult.

Dawi-Zharr - Fire-Dwarfs.

Unbaraki - Oathbreaker(s), an extreme insult.

Wazzock - Foolish, gullible, someone who has exchanged valuables for something of little or no worth; an insult.

Omake (non-Canon)

Somewhere in a safehouse on a planet in the Milky Way Galaxy during the 41st millennium. An Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus was receiving a report from one of his Acolytes.

"I have received information on a potentially dangerous Heretic reported to have been involved in the fall of two Agri-worlds. We believe he calls himself Khorneholio."

He then pulled out a pict-recorder of a crazed lunatic shouting with his hands raised in the air.

"The streets will flow with the blood of the non-believers!" shouted Beavis aka Cornholio the alleged Heretic.

"By the Emperor." Muttered the Inquisitor in horror.

Omake2 (Canon)

"We all just held our breath and watched as one by one them monsters started to drop.

Yeah, that RFI worked all right.

News said even some folks overseas were keeling over. Poor bastards must've been Conduits and didn't even know it.

But it was worth it.

Cause for the thousands that died, millions were gonna live.

The plague … man it was just gone.

I could already hear people starting to party. Just celebrating being alive.

I thought my friend was going to go down as an unsung hero, but here in New Marais, they knew what he had done for them.

Who'd a guessed that the 'Demon of Empire City' would become the Patron Saint of New Marais.

I wanted to say goodbye to him alone. He had been my best friend and now he was gone.

Sometimes, I hear folks talking about Conduits and humans like they're totally different.

That's bullshit.

Because there ain't nobody with more humanity than Cole MacGrath.

I love you brother and I'm sure going to miss you."

As Zeke went on a boat with his best friend's coffin into a storm. Lightning struck as they disappeared into the distance.

Cole MacGrath hissed with pain as he woke up with a splitting headache in a place that looked like a futuristic boiler room. He stood up and looked around to find a way out until he finally saw a rusty door.

As he pushed it open his nostrils were assaulted by the stench of exhaust and fumes. He was greeted by two half-naked women with mohawks whom were wielding futuristic weaponry which they pointed at him before shouting in an unknown language in a threatening manner. They looked like freaks and smelled terrible.

"Woah! Hey! Easy! Calm the fuck down!" shouted Cole in response to the aggression.

But then suddenly the women were gunned down by three individuals. One was a giant goatman, the second looked like Andre the Giant with Down Syndrome and the third was a guy in creepy black power armor. The third guy waved him over in a friendly manner.

"Hey, buddy! You seem pretty new around here since you're speaking English and not Low Gothic. Those Escher bitches almost got ya!" shouted the man through his helmet microphone.

"Um, who the hell are you and where am I?" asked Cole understandably confused. The two next to the guy in armor looked like Mutant Conduits bringing back memories of the Corrupted and Vermaak 88 at least they appeared to be sane.

"Just call me The Lone Wanderer, the Beastman next to me is named Grog and this handsome devil to the right of me is named Oog, he's somethin' people 'round these parts call an Ogryn. As for where we are, that's actually gonna be a long story." Explained the man in a casual tone.

"Okay then I like long stories." Said Cole in a friendly manner.

"Alright, fellas get the Attack Bikes let's ride!" shouted the Lone Wanderer.

"No shit! You have Jetbikes?!" exclaimed Cole in one part excitement and one part disbelief.

The Lone Wanderer just chuckled at his reaction as the bikes came by themselves via remote autopilot. As they mounted the vehicles Cole was told to mount behind Oog much to his discomfort.

"So, anyways it all started when I woke up in the ass-middle-of-nowhere surrounded by irradiated ruins, Mutants and some ugly bastards whom I later learned were called Gene-stealers." said The Lone Wanderer as he began with his story.

"Don worry, Mista Wandawa tot me 'ow to dwive!" said Oog to Cole in a childish voice.

"Oh God." Muttered Cole.

Omake3 (Canon)

Later after the ride to The Lone Wanderer's Base Cole was doing his shift of Guard Duty. He still couldn't believe he was on another planet in an Alternate Dystopian Future where most of Humanity was ruled by a quasi-fascist feudalist theocratic oligarchy. The Wanderer told him to be careful who to trust and to be ready for anything here. After hearing all the crazy shit he described, he couldn't blame him. This place was called a "Hive-city" the Wanderer had said that Cole was lucky that no one else had got to him because there were all kinds of shady sorts and that even the Law Enforcement was dangerous.

He shuddered remembering what he had heard the man say describing the worst part the "Under-hive."

Then suddenly Cole heard a distorted baby cry coming from nearby. Cole used the "Vox" to radio for backup incase things went south.

He slowly approached the location that the noise was coming from and what he saw when he got there disturbed him.

It looked like the ugliest baby he'd ever seen with synthetic wired wings scratching the back of it's neck with it's leg.

"Um, hie." said Cole awkwardly.

It turned to look at him before hissing and then flying towards him aggressively.

It was then shot down by a repeating laser fire and reduced to melted waxy flesh and sparking circuitry.

The one responsible was the Lone Wanderer with his Gatling Laser.

"That little mechanical bundle of joy is called a Cherub. You never know when they might malfunction and attack people. So, I shoot the little fuckers on sight so they never get the chance. You'll get used to it." said the Wanderer.