Each of the champions is looking at a holographic screen which allows them to look up a variety of stuff.
"Rules are simple; each of you will have 1000 credits to spend on supplies, weapons or mercenaries," said by Chosen Emperor Nero from the main screen
Ahriman acquires 14 build drones made by the Tau xenos while Typhus settles with 23 zombie-servitors! Argel Tal hires some cultist while Lucius acquires a Mandiblaster, two needle guns attach to the wearers head or neck. Kharn meanwhile…
"I am patiently waiting for the package you've promised me," –Kharn stares at the screen.
"And… what is the package you seek?" –The Chosen Emperor's silhouette shows him in a confused pose
Receiving a response he did not like, Kharn went into rage mode, throwing a 36-pack of soda at the screen. Needless to say, the other champions aren't happy.
"My Primarch's axe, Gorefather, modified to have a power field in it!"
"Hmm… sorry it's too expensive. Even without the modifications you are still 278 credits short. I guess you will go through this adventure without the company of Gorefather!"
Kharn's raging mood subsided as he realized that he has to make a critical choice. Sadly, he has to give up something to acquire the power-chain axe of his glorious master.
"Then I will trade my plasma pistol," –Kharn presents his pistol to Emperor Nero
"Then you shall have it." –the plasma pistol disappears and then the axe Gorefather appears in its place
Done with their transactions, the five are ready to go wherever the Ruinous Powers would send them. Warp energies surround the entire room, covering the five with particles of blinding light.
"Blah! Warp Sorcery," said by Kharn
Suddenly, the particles blind the entire room, sending the five blasting through the warp!
"AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" –The five champions screamed as their bodies and souls are sent to the far places of the Multiverse.
On a planet embroiled in civil war, the Tzeentch champion Ahriman materialized out of the warp.
"This world would prove to be interesting," Ahriman said as he looks around seeing several of the indigenous aliens lay dead or dying.
Realizing that these dying aliens would be easy targets for mind reading, Ahriman approaches one of the aliens.
("What the hell are you?") said one of the dying aliens in his mind
Ahriman walks next to the alien. ("I am Ahriman, a visitor to your world.")
The Sorcerer puts his right hand on the alien's head allowing him access to the wealth of information the creature has. At the same time he uses his psyker abilities to heal the dying creature.
"Interesting," said by Ahriman as he began healing some of the other protoss, members of the Furinax caste or not
It seems these xenos call themselves the Protoss and are experiencing a brutal civil war following their expulsion of their creators/up bringers the Xel'naga. (Reminds him of how devastated his Primarch was when he learnt about the fate the Space Wolves would give him and his entire legion)
The Protoss have splintered into several tribes. Ahriman is currently standing on Aiur, the capital world of the xenos. The Human thought that if it could stop the civil war, then the xenos would accept Chaos as a substitute religion from which the Protoss can find meaning in their lives.
Walking around with the aliens he had saved and his building drones, Ahriman had noticed the brutality of the conflict. Dead bodies lay everywhere alongside their exotic war machines. One of the memories accessed from the dying Protoss were about the Furinax tribe, the best engineers of protoss society. So after a day of walking, the Sorcerer had arrived at the location of the tribe.
"Stop foreigner!" Hundreds of Furinax zealots march out to meet the group intent on ripping the foreign limb by limb should he make a single mistake
"Wait brothers and sisters!" said by one of the Furinax Protoss Ahriman had saved
"Thank the ancestors! We've thought you were all dead!"
"This man saved us from death. He wishes to speak with our tribal leaders."
Ahriman noticed how schizophrenic the society of the Protoss is. Despite having an advance technological society, the livelihood of much of the xeno race crumbled by their civil war.
"If this keeps up, the Protoss would be sent back to the Stone Age, much as my people did during the Age of Strife," Ahriman thought
Inside a cave, filled with brightly glowing runes, Ahriman met the elders of the Furinax tribe. Wearing very basic attire, the Protoss elders do not give a sense of royalty in them.
"Thank you very much stranger. We have given up hope of seeing some of our loved ones coming back to us," said one of the councilman
"Though we would like to ask what the reason is for you visiting our homeland?" asked another of the elders, eager to know the motives of the visitor
"Simple, I have heard of the great calamity befallen of your kind… and I want to help," said Ahriman much to gasp of the crowd behind him
Shocked several of the protoss elders began to whisper to one another. Smiling underneath his helmet, the Sorcerer Ahriman knows that his great patron will have new followers.
The next day, early in the morning
On the Aiur plateau, two of the most powerful protoss tribes stand ready to clash once again. Massive armies of alien warriors supported by various and deadly war machines and dozens of fighter craft are ready to turn this green paradise into a fiery hell hole.
"For Akilae!" said a Protoss High Templar
"For Sargas!" said a Protoss Zealot
As the battle was about to begin, a magical shockwave of immense proportions engulf the planet! The Protoss feel the blue energy coursing through the air!
"People of Aiur, heed my words!" Said by Ahriman
Suddenly appearing in the middle of the field is the Blue Sorcerer himself, accompanied by several Furinax High Templars. Amazed by such an act the Akilae and Sargas tribesmen surround the small group, yearning to hear the foreigner's words.
"I am Ahriman, a wanderer from another world! I have seen the devastation left by your kind, out of agony, and loss of purpose! (Several of the protoss looked at each other) I am here to end this madness and bring ORDER TO CHAOS!"
For the protoss, they feel a little bit different. Many of them started to feel headaches and nausea.
"Do you hear the voices too?" said Ahriman
"Yes, we hear the voices too!"
"Then the great psionic link has been restored! But I am not the one to thank!" Ahriman raised his staff and with it a giant bird-like spirit appeared behind him and his group
"All hail to Tzeentch!" Said Ahriman
"ALL HAIL TZEENTCH!"
The Protoss tribes have been taken into the fold of Tzeentch and Chaos. Ahriman smirks underneath his helmet, knowing that he personally completed his first 'takeover' far faster than the other four could possibly do so.