Tenash: Well here you go friend. Hope it sparks your interest.


The first thing Brother Drakken noticed upon reopening his eyes was the lack of light from any sort of eldritch portal or foul daemons screaming at him. Within the second he took in a vast number of things, such as the lack of the terrible screaming alongside the now flashing runes on his helmet's hud. Several pieces of his armor were giving incoming reports of the previous strain put upon them and had led to sort of delayed feedback, even though the danger had long passed, or had it? The warp was a fickle place after all, and even the smallest of warp sorceries could trick the mind.

Brother Drakken pushed himself from the concrete like floor of the dark room, having noticed he had somehow landed face down. Upon reaching a standing position he looked around the room, slowly taking in the details of the catacomb like structure until his eyes fell upon the outlines that lay upon the ground. Instantly his helmet's lenses cycled to night vision. The green glow that was previously darkness allowed for a more intense inspection of the chamber. The previous outlines were actually figures, cloaked in flowing robes. The catacomb supports were stone, etched with thousands of runes. Turning his head slowly, Drakken managed to spot only one exit to the chamber, a great wooden door supported by iron divots. His small inspection came to a close right as the figures in robes started to stir with a few groans. Instantly, his bolt pistol was in his hand, aimed at the nearest figure as it started to pick itself up.

The figure was nigh oblivious to the two and a half meter tall giant before him, slowly standing up and brushing at the front of his robes at some imaginary dirt and even going so far to call out to his comrades before even looking up. His comrades all rang out an okay, picking themselves up from the floor as well, unable to see through the all consuming darkness of the now unlit chamber. A few gathered their inner powers to create globes of blue eldritch light, raising them to hover just above themselves. The light that emanated from the orbs cast long shadows across the room, leaving the walls and far corners still encased in darkness. The one thing that the orbs did reveal different from the chamber was the massive figure in the center, covered in armor as black as night, save for the two pauldrens, aiming what appeared to be a massive firearm in the direction of the nearest member. Drakken, resolute and confirmed that his newest targets were now vile heretic sorcerers, settled upon the trusted tactic to deal with them, by exterminating them to the very last.

The resulting actions happened in a blur. The first thing was the group of mages recognizing that the figure in the middle of them was definitely hostile, the glowing crimson eyes and large firearm doing nothing to help persuade anything else besides that notion. The next thing to happen was the collective screaming and yelling among the group, mainly the five mages screaming and their superior yelling at them to "Contain the Threat.", the figure in the center instantly turned to the one who shouted that, and before anyone else had even begun to move, fired his gun.

The sound that echoed through the chamber was deafening to the mages. Their superior, who was now lacking a head, and most of his upper chest for that matter, was flung a solid foot towards one of the mages, increasing their screaming. In the same instant the firearm wielding figure turned his sights unto the next mage and fired. The unlucky fellow had his chest removed with a loud crack, his organs and flesh exploding into a fine red mist above his legs. By now the remaining mages ran screaming, heading towards the door at the end of the chamber. The third mage fell but four meters from the door, his body flopping as it balanced out the lack of topside weight. The fourth fell a foot from the door, covering his fellows in a dark mist. The fifth had his body ripped in half by the next round right as the door was shoved open, allowing the sixth to escape into the hall. Drakken re-holstered his bolt pistol before charging after the fleeing heretic, who had begun screaming for help in the hall, no doubt alerting his foul kin of the Space marine's presence.

As the remaining mage fled down the halls of the Institute, he wildly looked around in search of anything or anyone to save him from the monster that had been summoned in the catacombs. Rounding a sharp corner he was met with a staircase, the top of it revealing another door, this one leading to the main grounds. The mage, still screaming, ascended the stairs, un aware of how fast his attacker was gaining upon him, or for the massive glowing sword that replaced the large weapon. With an almost ecstatic look upon his features, the sixth mage hauled open the door, with a massive yell, catching the attention of the few figures in the main grounds. He was about to take a step forward before he heard a very deep bellow from behind him.

"NO PITY! NO REMORSE! NO FEAR!" Drakken bellowed out as he impaled his activated power sword into the torso of the heretical sorcerer in front of him. The smaller man released a gurgle, blood trickling out his mouth as the power sword was rammed through the back of his spine and out the center of his chest, raising him up as the blade fully buried itself at the hilt. Just as quickly, Drakken withdrew his sword, letting the body fall to the ground in front of his person, blood already pooling on the ground, the red ichor dripping from his hands. It was then he surveyed the area he had busted into.

Open to the sky, the area was akin to that of a lobby for some gigantic manufactorum. Turning the night vision on his lenses off he took close inspection of the rest of the area. It was too clean, too pristine looking to be the previous idea, supported by the fact that not a single techpriest or machine lying in sight. There was however, several different figures, each looking at him with varying degrees of shock. There were several more of the sorcerer's kin, though several of them wore different style robes, but amongst them were by far some of the oddest looking people. One of them was a large feline looking xenos, covered in leather armor, armed with several weapons and wearing what appeared to be a necklace of teeth. Another was a man, or rather mutant, for his skin was a contrast between blue and purple, who had what appeared to be runes etched into his skin carrying a large scroll on his back. The next was a woman who appeared to radiate sunlight, her armor made of what looked to be gold, even with his helmet Drakken could see the glare coming from her armor.

It did not matter what they looked like anymore, they were all targets in Drakken's eyes. The first thing to happen was for most of the sorcerers to disperse at the sight of their dead comrade, screaming as well despite their massive numeric superiority. The three odd ones however, did not turn like the sorcerers, instead deciding to turn and face Drakken with somewhat angered expressions, save for the feline, it decided to face him with and oddly wicked grin. It mattered not about their emotions for the mage and his kin that Drakken had slaughtered, they would stand and face him in honorable combat and they too would perish to his own might.

"ALL SHALL FALL BEFORE THE MIGHT OF THE IMPERIUM!" He shouted, rushing forward, sword held in both hands and ablaze with power, quickly closing the gap between the trio and himself. The woman and the feline stepped forward, leaving the scroll wielder in the back. The woman raised her massive shield in a block while the feline skirted to the left, trying to flank. The enemy in the back opened a rather large tomb in his hand, channeling an eldritch blue akin to the sorcerers Drakken had slew mere seconds ago.

Drakken closed the gap within three seconds, his power sword slamming into the raised shield of the woman. Surprising for him however, was the shield held against the ancient might of his power sword, the blade and its power field leaving a small streak in the metal that had burned the previous bright gold color to a crispy black. Though the sheild was mainly unharmed, the woman herself was heavily staggered by the double handed blow, having been dropped to a knee and slid a few feet back. Drakken was about to push aside the girl in an attempt to attack the magic weilder, whose odd runes had begun to glow as he channeled his magical powers when a hard impact slammed into his right shoulder, and spark flew as a crude dagger was drug across his pauldren.

Turning to face the offsetting attack, Drakken merely stole a glace of the strange feline xenos as it tried to encircle him , trying to approach him once again, this time from behind. Unfortunately for the xenos, it had underestimated its supposed prey, and with his right gauntlet spun and backhanded the foul creature across the face. With a surprised cry and the sound of a crushed jawbone the xenos went sailing, landing a good ten feet away from Drakken, leaving him to focus on the two remaining combatants. Unfortunately for Drakken, the mage had finished his spell, slamming it's book closed as he forced the glowing orb of magic at him. Alongside the sorcery, the woman that had one second of relief from Drakken's assault regained her posture and with great haste, slammed her shield into him.

The blow from the shield did little to push him back, but it was the eldritch sorceries from the mage that had formed a prison around his persona of solid blue power. The mage held both his hands up, no doubt having to channel his power constantly to contain Drakken's superhuman might. It was at this second that the sorceries that had either fled the area or taken cover rose and begun running towards the blue mutant. It was also joined in that second where Drakken used his free hand to re-equip his bolt pistol and send to shots sailing towards the mage.

The first went a little wide, leaving a streak past the mutants ear as it sailed past him and into one of the sorcerers that was approaching from behind, covering two of his colleagues in blood, electing screaming from the two of them. The second bolt however, was closer to home, nailing the book that had fallen to the mutant's side, the massive leather book containing the bolt until it combusted, shredding the book but also loosening the mage's concentration as he yelled in panic. The loss of concentration collapsed the prison that withheld Drakken, causing him to rush forward and slice at the mutant's head. The mutant was fast however and managed to duck in the nick of time, causing the power sword to merely slice the top three inches of the scroll on the man's back. Drakken followed up in time however with bolt pistol, and the hand that held it, to smash into the man's chest, cracking several ribs with a horrible noise to the collective persons gathered.

"Face The Sun!" The woman shouted, raising her golden sword into the air a small beam of light travelling directly upward. Drakken followed the beam only to have his eyes widen a second latter as a gigantic ray of sunlight smashed down onto him. Even with his genetically enhanced eyes and the protection of the helmet's lenses, the raw sunlight blinded him for several second, making his swing out wildly as the returning sorcerers and mutant surrounded him and imprisoned him once again. With the added sorcery, the magical cage like structure became thick enough to block the swing of Drakken's sword and the rounds of his bolt pistol. Drakken regained his sight right as the world around him was encased in solid eldritch blue.

This new sight elicited a string of curses and litanies from Drakken, revealing himself to be powerless to the situation. Thousands of possibilities ran through his head as he thought of what horrible torture awaited him at the hands of the foul heretics. His ideas seemed to be confirmed as he felt the caged being levitated off the ground, moving him along above the heads of the sorcerers. Unknown to him, the surrounding sorcerers were terrified of the black figure encased by the magic of more than twenty men. They stared with horrified eyes as the litanies and curses increased in fervor, each of them branding them individually as traitors, heretics, and meant to die the most horrible death deemed of those who defied the Emperor and The Imperium.

Though have of the statements barely made sense to the collective persons, they all questions what the "Imperium" was and who this Emperor the figure referred to. Surely the figure did not speak of the current proclaimed Emperor that resided in the Institute. It would be odd if that was such, for the figure encased in black except for his shoulder armor seemed highly unlikely to serve the same person. That deduction made it seem wise to interrogate the figure and contain it, in hopes of learning where it was from and why it was here. Hopefully, if they could reason with the nightmarish being, that they would not would not suffer the same fate as their comrades in the catacombs. Escorted by the woman and the now conscious feline, the procession made its way through the Institute, to a chamber deep within its magical walls.


Author's Note: So real quick here, I won't be doing many notes. I'm going to probably roll these out between every 10 to 15 days apart. I'm sorry for these short chapters however, trying to set the stage early I feel is the hardest part. That and I have a bit of other things going on. To those of you following the story thanks, I really appreciate it. If you have any criticism or tips for me, or if I get something totally wrong with Warhammer 40k lore (Unlikely) I would love to be informed so I can either correct my mistakes or just try and work with it in my writing. This will be my first official fanfiction, but I have been doing writing for a few years now and I really want to expand my boundaries. Nothing much besides that, but I will tell you the story jumps around a bit, we'll be including different members from the Inquisitorial party each with their own little bits. Also if any of you want to know what chapter our Deathwatch friend is, check his first line.