IMPORTANT Author's Note: Okay, So I think I have come to a decision after taking all the feedback people gave me. I honestly don't think a Harem is the right word or idea I'm exactly looking for here as that is in itself is an entire Genre when we put it into fanfiction or Anime context. Even then, A Harem consists of... God knows how many Female characters, or male... If that floats your boat... This story overall will only have two female love interests, and that is it.
I think this is where the story is going to go:
DOOM GUY BASHES THE SHIT OUT OF THINGS, AND THEN, a few calm scenes to wind down a bit (with possible character and romantic development.) and DOOM GUY'S INTERACTION'S WITH THE WORLD OF 40k, AND THEN MORE DOOM GUY BASHING THE SHIT OUT OF CHAOS AND XENOS SCUM!
Generally, I think what everyone is worried about is any form of Mushy romance taking up a chapter when in reality it will only be like one scene, possibly less. This is just meant to appease the heretics who actually enjoy that heresy. As for the (I know it's definitely a majority.) majority of you who came to see Doomguy kill stuff, I think AlienLizard represents all of us:
"A harem would be hard to pull off, Given the Lone wolf badass that doomguy is, It would be a bit...Odd for a fic that (I assume most people came here for violence like me) involves him killing a fuck load of deamons and xenos. Going from full blown slaughter to a orgy in a chapter or two would be very akward."
And I agree with him, because I experienced stories like that first hand, very awkwardly too I might add. So thanks for all your Feedback and As always, stay tuned.
P.S. I changed the summary, There's not going to be any Orgy's or serious sex scenes as I feel like that would bog down this story. Just Sexual stuff that could possibly go on, Like back in the first chapter with the 'Breast' Demons. The M rating will really be from the shit ton of gore and violence. :D
Elianareth's Gift
"And he what?" The Farseer asked as she prepared her battle gear.
The Captain paused for a bit before speaking again, "He used one of our escape pods to... Board there ship. Whether or not he is alive, I am not sure." The Farseer shook her head, until she heard a voice.
The troupe master was checking his pistol and equipping his armor as he appeared around the doorway. "He is the Doomslayer, Cegorach has told of his deeds. This is minor compared to what he has done in the past."
The Farseer raised an eye before she heard the Captain speak, "Regardless, we no longer can open fire on the cruiser lest we risk the safety of the Doomslayer. I'm reverting fire to the escorts."
The Farseer sighed before standing up, full battlegear as they prepared to get boarded. "Then it puts us on equal ground with the enemy, they can no longer fire us at the risk of killing potential slaves, but we can no longer fire at them."
"Is that a good omen?" The Captain asked, the Farseer shrugged before heading down finally to join her fellow warriors.
"I am unsure."
Torture of Isha
By the time Doom was done with the warriors, he was now caked head to toe in red Eldar blood. He spotted a door at the end of the room before walking towards it, opening the door with both of his gauntlets before sliding through. He looked to the right before walking left in the Corridor, bumping into the face of a surprised Kabalite as the Dark Eldar yelled in shock.
Doom simply raised his hand before backhanding the unlucky Dark Eldar so hard, that his head followed by the rest of his body smacked against the black walls of the ship, leaving a bloody imprint on the metal.
The Doomslayer wiped off the blood from his visor, before peering at two other figures who stood there in blue dirty rags which at some point might have been considered clothing.
The two of them backed up in fear.
It took Doom to realize that they were non-combatants, if their rags indicated anything, they looked to be slaves.
"Uh... Hey?" Doom said as he gave a little wave. The first figure was a Human no doubt, but the second was an Alien of some sort, with blue skin and a I shaped slit extending to it's forehead and it's non-existent nose.
The Human was the first to speak up, "OH THANK THE EMPEROR! WE'RE SAVED!" The Human yelled as he threw his hands in the air for celebration.
"Wait, Shhhh..." The Doomslayer said before looking around, "Listen, It's just me but I'm going to fucking hijack this ship. You guys just find somewhere safe to hide, they will be too busy dealing with me." Doom said.
"You are too noble Gue'la. But how in the Greater good will you-" The Strange blue alien said before Doom cut him off.
"Yea I get that a lot, Stay safe." Doom said before running past them into another hallway.
The Tau and Human simply stood there, before looking at the breached room. They dropped there equipment in shock as they witnessed the carnage inflicted on the Dark Eldar.
And this was from the Man they were having a friendly conversation with just now.
Torture of Isha Bridge
"Kabalite's, status report." Magadh said through the intercom. The Dark Eldar gritted his teeth in anger before slamming the turn off. "Ugh, I clearly pay those idiots too much." The Trueborn said before looking back at the Craftworlder ship. The Trueborn opened pressed a button on the throne, making a holographic screen appear. Showing the forces Commanding Kabalite.
"Let's get this over with, begin boarding procedures. I want the Slavers ready for capture, if we see any aspect warriors, then kill them. Any females go to me." Magadh said through the screen, the Kabalite nodded before Magadh changed the link.
The pale scared face of a Haemonculi appeared, complete with face mask and bald head. "Ah, Trueborn. To what do I owe the-"
"I have no time for games Torture master, are the Wracks ready to unleash havoc against the Eldar warriors or not?"
The Haemonculi's eyes narrowed with a flash of anger before continuing, "Of course Trueborn, I have already implemented them within the Infantry, although my greatest creation will have to stay behind sadly seeing as we don't want to damage the goods."
The Trueborn nodded to himself, "Very well." before looking at his Slave who held the chains in pity. "Start the boarding." Magadh said before pulling the Slave harshly as she tumbled next to the throne, gasping for air.
Elianareth's Gift
"Stand ready warriors! The enemy comes!" Macha said as they gathered around the giant airlock for cargo which was slowly sizzling open by a purple energy tool. Macha donned her singing spear as it glowed with blue power.
As soon as the Doors opened, the Eldar opened fire.
It lit up like a perfect light display as purple contrasted with blue through the Cargo bay. The Dark Eldar elegantly rushed inside, firing before deploying there own grav cover.
Striking Scorpions used the fire fight to their advantage, using the shadows before diving in for a kill. A few Kabalite warriors were surprised before the Chainsword was the last thing they saw as they were quickly decapitated.
However the Scorpions soon met there match, as their shadows began to change. A Mandrake appeared for each Scorpion, armed with a demonic curved sword, their skin glowing with dark warp like power. The Scorpions got over there surprise before countering the Mandrake attack, with most Scorpions succeeding against there own living shadow, some however falling to the ground as the Mandrake claimed another victim.
It was then the wyches rushed forth, maneuvering around the gunfire into a separate point in the Cargo room. It was here the Howling Banshee's came into play.
"Forward Sisters!" Arileth yelled before letting out a howl, amplified by her masked helmet as she charged forth with her executioner. The rest of her kin followed in right after her, engaging the Wyche's in a brutal dance. Dodging and weaving before going for killing blows. The Banshee's however, had the upper hand with a leader in the fray, as Arileth hacked and sliced any Wyche that dared come close to her. Becoming a shining beacon for her warriors to abide by as they let off their own ghostly howls.
Soon the Wracks charged the front line, ignoring the pain from gunfire as they charged forward. High on combat drugs, a few fired their own weaponry whilst others only armed with melee, quickly closed the Distance. Even the Fire dragons could not stop them as there Fusion Gun's went to work on the Wracks, charring their flesh. The Wracks were able to charge through the front line, knocking away Dire avengers as there multiple sets of sewed arms went to work, slicing up anything near them.
Unbeknownst to the Dark Eldar side, a spectrum of bright colors appeared across the battle field, before travelling behind the Dark Eldar lines and into the Torture of Isha. With a plan on their minds. The Troupe set out.
Macha lightly smiled as the Harlequins succeeded sneaking through before raising her spear and jumping forward, cleaving a Wrack in two. Hopefully the future would be clear to the Farseer after this skirmish.
Torture of Isha
Doom stepped into another room, spotting a few Kabalite warriors who were lying on comfortable cushions, this time with their helmets off and eyes closed as they looked to the ceiling. There arms seemed to be injecting all sorts of needles into them with chemical fluid.
"Y'know, drugs are bad for you. You fucking Junkies" Doom said, the Kabalite closest to the door slowly opened his eyes, before he gasped in surprise as his shaky hand attempted to reach a pistol.
Doom laughed before balling a fist and punching the Warrior directly on the right side of his pale face, creating an entirely new bone structure as the Dark Eldar's face caved in. Blood splattered everywhere on the occupants of the room, especially on their faces and armor.
The rest of them attempted to stand up in there drugged state only to fall over when they tried to reach there weapons. "Jesus Christ, this is just fucking sad..." Doom said before taking a grenade from his belt.
"Alright, see you assholes." The Doomslayer said, tossing the Grenade before closing the door behind him.
There was struggled yelling before the gaps of the door lit up in fire, the yelling stopped.
Doom chuckled a bit before stretching his hands, "Alright, guess I'll just go this way." the Marine said before turning to the right and walking further down the dark corridors of the Torture class-cruiser.
It was at some point he was able to spot a figure, all the way at the end of the dark hall.
The figure, now identified to be wearing some sort of power armor, appeared to be producing some sort of light, as the sound of embers cracking filled the air. "Is that Kane?" Doom thought as he walked closer.
He was close enough to begin to discern more prominent features, such as the varying Human skulls that contrasted with the deathly black power armor. Most hauntingly though, it's helmet seemed to be depicting the face of a skeleton as it looked at Doom with fire streaming out of it's eyes.
"Definetely not Kane."
Doom could see the figure drop something, before quickly retreating around the corner.
"Hey Wai-" Doom rounded the corner as well only to see nothing there, "Ooookay..." Doom thought before looking back at the item it dropped. It appeared to be a very oversize handcannon, with a large clip and barrel. However the most defining feature was the endless amount of fire streaming out of it. Embers slowly escaping the muzzle and the barrel.
Doom picked it up, noticing it was heavy but not much effort for a man like him to hold.
He then spotted a Papyrus next to it.
"In Dedicato Imperatum Ultra Articulo Mortis" was all it said.
Doom shrugged, before cocking the barrel of the weapon back, pure fire streamed out of it.
"One of your Friends Kane?" Doom thought, the War god took a second to reply.
"Who?"
"That guy back there, y'know that 'Space Marine' like Kaldor called them, who was on fire?"
"I'm afraid I don't know what your talking about Mon-Keigh. But where did you find that Weapon? It feels... Deadly."
Doom paused for a second, before realizing the God of War was serious. Now Doom was very interested as he picked up the note alongside the weapon before sliding it into one of his pouches. He would have to look at that later.
The Doomslayer was about to walk on until he heard thudding metallic footsteps down the corridor. Doom hid around the corner, before spotting a party of 7 Kabalites who were in the process of walking his direction.
"Alright time to try this badboy out." Doom thought before turning the corner and firing the 'Bolt Pistol' at the first warrior who was at the front.
The result was beautiful, the gigantic bullet fired from the gun breached the Eldar armor before exploding, creating a giant hole between his stomach and chest. The dark Eldar looked at his body in shock before falling face first into the floor. Now dead.
The rest of the Kabalite's immediately yelled in surprise, before bearing there rifles at Doom and firing. Purple crystal fire bounced around the hallway.
The Doomslayer charged around cover, taking the monstrous pistol before firing, scoring a direct hit on the head of the Kabalite. The entirety of the warriors upper body exploded in a red haze as it's leggings simply kneeled before falling down.
Another Kabalite, rushed forward with a monomolecular at the end of the gun as soon as the Doomslayer got into range. Doom scoffed before slapping the front end of the weapon, tearing it off completely as the Dark Eldar's helmet hid his surprise before Doom grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed his face into the black wall. The crack of a skull was heard before the dead dark warrior slumped against it.
The other three kept on firing, but to not much affect as the Crystal rounds merely shattered upon impacting the praetor armor. Doom rained down a few shots with his new weapon.
"Holy shit... Does this thing not even need ammo!?" Doom thought before firing it a dozen of times down the hallway, suppressing the Kabalite's. "It doesn't!" Doom thought before smiling, a stray bolt shot caught a kabalite in the leg. The black legging was now completely gone as the explosive fire power blew it off. The Dark Eldar yelled in pain as he grabbed the stump that used to be his leg.
The other two attempted to run away, ditching their comrade.
"Hey! where you guy's going!?" Doom yelled after them before laughing. However doom heard whispering behind him before spotting the legless Eldar who was silently speaking to intercom on his wrist armor.
Doom cracked his neck before walking up to the Kabalite.
"-gadh! We have a intruder down in the excess deck!" The Dark Eldar said before looking up to see Doom staring down at the wounded warrior. The warrior simply spat, "It's no use fighting Mon-Keigh, you will be wishing for death when the rest of my kin find you." The kabalite said as he glared in defiance.
Doom simply chuckled.
"Funny thing, the last time somebody threatened me...-" Doom said before his chainsaw materialized before Doom revved it up. "-Fucking Died."
Before plunging it downwards into the warriors chest as the Dark Eldar yelled in agony before Doom pulled the chainsaw upwards, slicing his upper body in half like a banana peel.
"Kabalite? Speak to me foo-"
Doom took the dead Eldars hand before ripping it off and speaking through the miniature communication device.
"He's dead dumbass... And your next." Doom said before tossing the hand away.
Torture of Isha Bridge
Magadh growled in anger before opening a new tab. Revealing the Haemonculi from before, "Ah Trueborn, what can I-"
"There's a intruder down in the torture decks. Deal with him."
The Haemonculi smiled sadistically behind his mask, "With pleasure." before shutting off the link. Magadh merely growled before changing the tab on the holoprojector, revealing a Kabalite warrior.
"How goes the boarding?" Magadh asked.
The Dark Eldar paused before speaking, "We have managed to make our craftworld kin fall back. However, it also appears that a Farseer is with them." The warrior said.
Magadh raised an eye, "Capture her alive, a Farseer is worth a fortune back in Commorragh. And I wish to know how many slaves have we have capture so far?" The warrior hanged his head down.
"All of the potential slaves have been sent to the upper decks of the ship. We'll have to fight through the Aspect warriors to get to them."
"Well isn't that why we have our escorts? Send those frigates to breach the upper parts." The Trueborn ordered.
"But Trueborn, it would be certain death as then the frigates will be in the range of the pulsar lances." Magadh growled before cutting of the link. The holographic screen fading away. He turned his head to see the slave smiling to herself.
Within an instant he reached out and struck her, the Sister of Battle smile now simply turned into a frown. She endured much worse than that punch."Amusing now 'Joan'? When we come back to Commorragh once this is over. I will be sure to to take something you Sisters of battle pride yourselves for." Magadh fumed before looking back out.
Joan, the Sister turned slave merely thought one thing. "Emperor Protect me."
Torture of Isha
Doom had stalked the halls, this time not encountering any form of warriors. "Where the hell is everyone?" Doom thought before turning left into another expansive corridor, this time it was filled with torture devices scattered around the place.
"That's the fifth god damn torture room..." The doomslayer thought to himself before walking inside to investigate. The place was built to be spacious as various colors of blood and body parts were littered in the middle, almost like an Arena. Lastly there was also a complete upper quadrant of the room, probably where onlookers could watch.
Within an instant of stepping in the room, a purple yet eerie light came on from a platform above, revealing a bald and masked face of a cruel Eldar. With multiple metallic and flesh like arms, carrying all arrangements of syringes and torture devices.
"Ah... So this is the intruder. My I can sense it, the confidence in your step. The muscular tendons that give you strength." A voice said as if being said through a loud speaker.
Doom looked around for a moment before sighing and looking back up at dark Eldar, Doom immediately noticed the varying number of Slaves who looked down at him, forced to watch from the platform above. Doom sighed before speaking "Alright, here's the deal. You tell me where your boss is, and I'll try to make your death as painless as possible. Deal?", the Haemonculi just laughed.
"Oho! The arrogance in this Mon-Keigh, I can't just wait to break it using my new torture room." The torture master said. "Regardless, We'll be getting to know each other very soon after your capture. RELEASE THE WRACKS!"
A few shriveled slaves quickly turned a lever, before a door at the other side of the room opened releasing a crowd of pale skinned freaks. Each with their faces covered by a metal mask, and a robe acting as their leggings.
They laughed in glee as they charged forward, with various drugs being pumped into them. Doom instantly reacted, taking out his shotgun before blasting the first one that came forward. The Wracks body sprayed open with blood but otherwise seemed to ignore the pain.
"Damn, these guy's can actually take a hit." Doom thought as he raised a hand, grabbing a serrated sword that was swung at him before pulling the it. Propelling the Wrack off balanced and right into Doom's fist as the Metal gauntlet connected with it's masked face.
It's head no longer even existed as green sickly blood went flying all over the place. "Well... I guess they almost can take a hit."
The Slaves watching above actually grew curios as more of them gathered behind there bars to watch the fight. The Haemonculi merely growled, "So you have strength, But that will not save you. All end up on my torture tables."
The other Wracks jeered and laughed, driven insane by the poisons tapped within them as they trudged onward. There pale bodies and surgically attached weaponry at the ready.
Doom deftly dodged a blade before another wrack shot a glob of acid from it's liquifier gun that was attached to it's right hand, scoring a direct hit on the Doom marine as the acid boiled on the praetor armor.
"Don't kill him you fools! I want to take him-"
Before the Haemonculi even finish his statement, the acid shooter was immediately grabbed by Doom before being pulled towards him. The Marine smashed the canisters above the Wracks shoulder before it shrieked in agony as the acid quickly coated it's skin. Eating away at it's flesh before the Wrack fell to the floor struggling before finally laying still as the acid did it's work, sizzling the tiny holes in the floor and through it's flesh.
"Interesting... No armor has ever surpassed my specially concocted acid. You are definitely going to get special treatment." The Haemonculi said, Doom looked up as he gritted his teeth behind his helmet, wiping away the acid off his armor.
"Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Asshole!" Doom yelled, now pissed off as another Wrack came to the left. Attempting to run up on the Marine.
Doom within an instant materialized the Fiery Bolt pistol he received before, firing it off as he spammed shots directly into the approaching fiend. It's bullets blew holes and burned wounds, the Wracks lack of pain could no longer be ignored as it tripped over with many holes through it, finally dead as it's blood began to slowly poor out. The rest of the Wracks slowly walked around him, looking for a opportunity to strike.
The Haemonculi narrowed his eyes, he had suspected he was dealing with some sort of genetically altered human. But it seemed as if he was using powers that would be impossible, such as materializing weaponry out of thin air.
The torture master would have to bring out the big guns.
"I'm impressed Mon-Keigh, normally most would be dead by this point, not even a high ranking Astartes. I suppose you have now earned the right for me to test out my newest creation." The Haemonculi said, "BRING OUT THE GROTESQUE!" the pain master said as two Human's who operated the lever looked up in sadness before pulling it.
A trap door opened up in the middle of the cavernous room, revealing a chained monstrosity. Like a ginormous Wrack but with huge tumors in random areas and pumped full of green steroids. A single green beating machine on where it's heart is supposed to be as it stood hunchbacked.
The rest of the Wracks screeched in laughter as the Grotesque was released, the hooks and chains that held it their released automatically as it's metal masked face looked the ceiling and roared. The Human, Tau, and Eldar slaves quickly backed up in fear as the Haemonculi laughed.
The creature towered over Doom as it stood up, it's right hand with a massive cleaver whilst it's left held, replaced with a metal gauntlet. The grotesque growled at the smaller Human.
Doom paused for a second before cracking his knuckles. "Cue Music.", His visor went to work. Picking out a perfectly named song for this situation.
'Flesh & Metal'.
The Grotesque roaring before bringing it's cleaver downwards, Doom dodged the blade as it cracked the metallic blood soaked ground where Doom was seconds ago.
A Wrack came running up to Doom, raising it's clawed metallic hand. Doom batted it away with his left hand before his double barreled materialized in his right, firing both shots with one finger as it blew a hole right through the Wracks stomach. The former Dark Eldar stumbled back, before Doom swiped his left foot underneath the abomination. Tipping the Wrack into air before Doom bought his right fist into contact with it's body, completely obliterating the unfortunate Wrack as only the bloody metal augments it had remained.
The Grotesque roared, charging forward again as Doom jumped above it, kicking off it's back and into the air. The Grotesque hit the metal wall, bending the metal to an unnatural angle as it was stuck for a moment. The other three remaining Wracks charged forward, intent on incapacitating the Marine for there masters gain.
He needed to dispose of these guys quickly if he wanted to deal with the Bigger threat.
"Mon-Keigh, Take off your left Gauntlet!" Khaine said as Doom threw a Wrack over his shoulder that attempted to overpower him.
"What!?"
"Just do it!"
Doom immediately grunted before sliding the praetor gauntlet off, the triangular brand on his hand glowed before it lit up. Engulfing Doom's hand in fire before something began to take grip.
First a handle and then a blade, until it fully revealed itself.
A sword with a blade of fire, wreathed in the blood of fury as flames danced around it, the handle sported the mark of Khaine. The Wracks immediately Hesitated, unsure what to think of it. The Haemonculi's eye's widened and the few Eldar within the crowd of slaves gasped.
Doom however, felt like a child in a candy store.
"oooooooh... You're all fucked now." The Marine said as he looked at the Wracks, before charging forward. The first Wrack attempted to block, however it hardly mattered, as Doom sliced straight through it. The sword cutting through flesh and metal like butter, refreshing the air with the strong smell of boiling blood as the Wrack was practically incinerated from the upper half.
The other two backed up against the wall, now in complete fear as a sliver of there consciousness recognized the sword of Khaela Mensha Khaine. Doom was about to finish off the last two wracks.
That was until the Grotesque smacked him with it's metal hand from behind.
Doom went flying through the air, before smacking against the black metal wall, going through it as it left a Human sized hole. The Grotesque roared as it rallied it's two brethren, the two Wracks quickly getting beside it. There was an eerie moment of silence before the Haemonculi spoke.
"Is he-?"
A feint charging sound was heard, before a giant Green orb of impossible energy came barreling through. Arc's of green electricity quickly spread to the two remaining Wracks as they screeched out in Agony before there innards became outards, blowing up there bodies like confetti, flinging metal and organs around the place.
The Green orb struck the Grotesque square in the chest. Blowing up a giant burning hole as the Grotesque roared in pain, slumping over as it struggled to get up.
Doom revealed himself, looking genuinely pissed before walking towards the struggling abomination as it attempted to stand up. Doom immediately held the BFG in his right hand before balling a fist in his left and smashed off the creatures mask. It's horrifying stitched face seemed to be an assortment of stitches from every race as it sneered at him, growling in defiance.
The Doomslayer sighed before the mark of Khaine on his left acted up, the familiar fiery sword reappeared again as he bought it dangerously close to the abominations face.
The Grotesque roared in outrage.
"Yea..." Doom said before plunging the sword with his left hand forward into the Grotesque's face. "Fuck you too dude."
Immediately the flesh around the Grotesque's face melted before it's body exploded, starting with the head as the fire started a chemical reaction with the steroids pumped in it's body. It's metal and guts went flying everywhere as the creature was no more.
All that was left of it's existence was it's arms and legs which comically remained in the position the Grotesque died in.
Doom brushed off the blood from his armor before unequipped the BFG and looking at the Haemonculi from above, the Dark Eldar's eyes were wide with fear before the torture master attempted to back away.
"Oh no you don't asshole."
The Doomslayer jumped a tremendous height before the thrusters on his boots propelled him even further, allowing him to only barely grab onto the railing. The Haemonculi's fell back in shock before attempting to fire his Liquifier Gun. Doom however, grabbed the third arm that held it before tearing it off as the green sickly blood splattered on the Marine. The Haemonculis screeched in pain as his other limbs whirled around in an attempt to fight off the Marine.
Doom merely slammed a foot on the Haemonculi's chest, before tearing off his mask as flesh peeled off, revealing the torturer's ruined mouth.
"TELL ME WHERE YOUR FUCKING BOSS IS!" Doom said as he pressed his foot down even further, making the Haemonculi writhe in pain.
The Haemonculi stuttered as the dark Eldar attempted to speak, Slaves slowly gained courage as they looked at their Hero brutalize there torturer.
"I-I-" The Torturer attempted to speak before Doom grabbed the Haemonculi's second arm before twisting it and tearing the limb off, making the Dark Eldar scream in agony. Doom took the Dark Eldars own metallic and fleshy arm, before smacking the Torturer across the face with it as green blood sprayed from the stump.
"WRONG!"
*SMACK*
"FUCKING!"
*SMACK*
"ANSWER!"
*SMACK*
The torturer gasped after the last hit before his bruised and blooded face spoke, "He-He's up at the bridge! Just please let me-"
"Thanks." Doom said before taking lifting his other foot.
"WAIT NO-" Doom stomped down, directly on the Torture masters head and sprawling his brains across the floor. Doom slowly raised his foot up before wiping the blood off of it. The song playing in his helmet coincidentally stopped.
Doom took a deep breathe to control his anger before finally calming down, the crowd jumped back a bit when they saw Doom turn to them.
"By the Emperor, th-that was the work of a Daemon!"
"No it was not, that Warrior... He bears the sword of Khaine!"
"The sword of Khaine? What Xeno nonsense are you talking about?"
"It is not nonsense Mon-Keigh. It is the truth!"
"Do not bother, the Gue'la will not listen to-"
Doom immediately scratched the back of his helmet, "Uh... You guys do realize I can hear you perfectly right?"
The slave crowed turned to him, Doom coughed before speaking.
"Well, uh. I just gotta go up to the bridge to kick their leaders ass. I'll send someone to help you guys later. Promise." Doom said before walking onward. The Slave's watched as he left before going inside the Haemonculi's personnel grav lift.
The Slaves only wondered one thing.
Who in the hell was this guy?
I was really tempted to have Doom finish off the Grotesque with the BFG, but then It would ruin the epic moments that I am planning for later.