The four gods and goddess watched the great spectacle, eating pop corn, pretzels, bird seed, random passing demons and snot, in Nurgle's case. All was going surprisingly well, with the Tyranid horde taking substantial losses. The many defending armies, especially those stationed at Egle hill, proved to be a foe unmatched, fighting with a fury unseen since Khorne's last blood beer-fest. The bugs would not win. Or perhaps?

"I say, this is going marvellously well!"

"Yeh, yeh. Pass da' pretzly bitz, birdy-fing!"

"Of course, here you- what the," the pretzels flew all over Gmork, who was too happy to notice anything was wrong. He could feel some new, powerful entity. Tzeentch's arms went into the air, "show me the source!"

"What's going on, Tzeentchey?"

"We'll soon see," the image in the orb shifted, showing the insect fleet. Attached to the fleet's mothership, the five saw something resembling an egg, but of incredible size, bigger than some of the surrounding hive ships, "well, whatever it is, it can't be good."

"I dunno' beak-boy. The fight could be fun to look at."

"Everything involving huge monsters is fun in your book!"

"Precisely!"

******

The allied fleet saw the very same image and Akitol had the egg as priority number one on his 'Crap that needs blowing up' list. But the Haxxor fleet let nothing pass. Fighter squadrons were annihilated by massive spore-clouds, while larger ships risked getting rammed by countless bioships. And every one of them was There was nothing they could do. Well, except for plan C, 'run around the bridge for a few minutes, screaming like a little girl, and then call those on the ground and start preparing funerals'. Akitol was ready for any situation, really.

The massive egg then detached from the bioship and headed straight for Carridia. Not good at all.

******

The sorcerer was resting within the command centre, holding two items. His still-damaged helmet and the daemonic blade, which feasted on the blood covering its warped metal. Which was a bit creepy. Seriously.

Suddenly, there came a beep from the now-somewhat-repaired console. That meant, the damned thing was stuck together by chewing gum. Seemed to work, though. Rakul walked over to it and clicked a few buttons, making Akitol's face appear on the screen.

"Sir!"

"What's is it, Akitol?"

"We may have a big problem. A BIG problem. Some kind of... egg has been released from the largest bioship. It's heading straight for you."

"Oh, goody. How big is it, exactly?"

"Can you imagine a Warlord titan?"

Rakul's eyes grew wide in seconds.

"You can't be serious!"

"I'm sorry, sir., but I am. Good luck. 'Twas an honour serving under you."

"You sure know how to raise morale. Rakul, out," with that, he rushed outside and spotted Macha a bit farther, resting, as well. Running to her, he shouted, "we need to boost our defences and start calling reinforcements!"

"What, why?"

"We're in deep, deep crap," many soldiers around him started pointing to the sky. The two psykers turned and saw a massive, flaming orb in the sky, "scratch that order, we're dead."

Many of the defenders stopped attacking, choosing instead to gaze at the massive object. Even Nagosh did so, while in the middle of the horde and holding a Carnifex. The egg then crashed into the ground, sending a massive shock-wave of dust, Tyranids and other such objects everywhere. But Nagosh still stood there, impervious to the power. And when it all settled, a nightmare was in view.

The creature was massive and stood on eight thick, armoured legs. Its hide was covered by uncountable bio-weapons and spore-releasing glands, all ready to annihilate any opposition. The monster gazed at the small, green ork before it with several large, green eyes. Its jaws were filled with man-sized teeth, which were probably strong enough to bite through a Baneblade's armour. The abomination roared with force enough to smash rock. Yet the warboss stood. The roar ended and he shouted:

"Ya fink I'z afraid of ya? Fink again, bug-boy! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH," he charged and punched the beast straight in one of its teeth. A small crack appeared on its surface, but otherwise, nothing, "okay, maybe I'z a itzy bitzy bit afraid. Uhhh... I'z gonna' go now."

With that, he ran in the opposite direction, the beast roaring behind his back. One of its legs then rose from the ground and came down with a deafening crash. The defenders looked at it in horror, many contemplating retreat. That would not do.

Rakul saw the fear in their eyes and something had to be done about it. And so, he sent a psychic message to all around. The psykers felt it in particular, but all could sense it:

"Warriors! I know what you feel! Utter horror and despair grips your very souls! But now is not the time for retreat! If we fall, everything else goes with us! These beasts will evolve further, perfecting the ork genome within them and shall be unstoppable! I will not lie, the odds are against us! But a mere surrender will only mean our demise! So, I say, fight! Fight for Chaos, for the Greater Good, for the Emperor, for Squig pies! Let's show these disgusting monster what we've got!"

Macha smiled at him.

"Quite a 'speech'."

"Well, thank you."

"Yeeeeeeh! Dakka dakka dakkaaaaaaa!"

Gobroz's massive gun was the first to unleash volleys of bullets and las-beams at the bio-titan, but the rest of the force soon joined in, unleashing massive storm of projectiles at the beast. It didn't seem to mind, though.

"Ya redy, Ugu?" asked Muskit, with a wide grin.

The little squig nodded and was soon loaded into the experimental cannon once again. One shot later, the black ball flew threw the air and landed upon the Tyranid's head, though, the creature didn't seem to notice. That soon changed, however, as Ugu jumped on one of its eyes, enraging it quite a bit. Its head moved in every direction and Ugu managed to hold on for a while, before finally getting catapulted onto the beast's back.

The little black squig looked around, a bit dazed. He was still on the thing's back, which certainly wasn't good. But then, he noticed another being nearby. Golden hide, blue chitinous armour. Claws too weak to even scratch. Huge, black eyes staring straight at the squig. The creature was even smaller than Ugu. And it let out a high-pitched squeak. Ugu growled back. It seemed... amused and squeaked again.

One Banshee was not very happy about that.

"Oh, no! Uguuuuu! Someone has to save him!"

Altian was nearby, along with several other Swooping Hawks, getting ready for an aerial assault. He turned to Kilina and spoke:

"Don't you worry! I'll get him on my way back."

"Oh, you're the best."

"Okay, Hawks! Let's show that thing what our grenades look like from up close!"

Their jetpacks fired up and the aspects rose to the sky, with their Exarch in the front. It took them seconds to reach the bio-titan, yet it seemed like eternity. Then, all Chaos broke loose. The air was filled with spikes, spores and venom-bolts, which were nearly impossible to dodge. But they were trained for such situations. The grenade launchers strapped to their legs released their explosive payload, but it did little else than scorch its chitinous hide. Several screams came from his brethren. This was useless. Telling the others to retreat, they followed the order. He still had one mission, however.

And its target was already in sight. A black ball... along with another, even smaller creature. What was that other thing? No matter, he was only here for the squig. Descending, he quickly grabbed Ugu and then rose back up. Unbeknownst to him, Ugu managed to grab the other critter with his little feet, so the Hawk Exarch now carried both. He flew over the beast's head, but this time, not all went as planned. One of the spikes pierced his left wing and Altian lost control. A few Tau soldiers stepped out of the way just in time, while the Eldar crashed into the ground, the two critters falling close to Rakul and Macha. Kilina forgot about the cute critters and rushed towards the fallen Hawk.

"Altian, are you alright?"

"Just a few fractured ribs. I'll live."

Meanwhile, two psykers and Muskit watched the two tiny creatures.

"Oy, Ugu! Who'z dis?"

"It's even smaller than the squig. Strange," the black ball roared and then started jumping, the little Tyranid mimicking him, "though, it is rather cute."

"Looks creepy, if you ask me," the little bug seemed offended and Rakul suddenly got a quite large headache, "ow, what the?!"

"You feel it, too? Is that little critter...?"

"A synapse creature, yes. Owwww... okay, okay, you're the cutest little bastard in the universe. Now stop," it roared in delight and the pain went away, "a psyker on such a small scale. Incredible!"

"Oh, look at that little cutie," the Banshee Exarch grabbed the little 'nid and squeezed. Ugu looked on with sorrow, "oh, come here, you idiot," the black ball happily obliged, "see? We're all happy now! I'll call you Bitey!"

The most pimped out Necron lord pointed with his finger.

"I haaate myself for breaaaking such aaa cute moment, but we're aaall going to die."

The bio-titan was indeed almost upon them, its many weapons already felling defenders. There was nothing they could do to stop it. After all, Nagosh was already pushing against its legs in vain.

"Well, this seems like a fitting last stand."

"I suppose. We die defending the Craftworlds, the human colonies, everything."

"Oy, but I'z wanna' fight sum moar!"

Ugu and Bitey let out weak growls. Both were obviously scared.

And then, the abomination suddenly stopped, its many eyes looking beyond their positions. Turning back, the defenders saw a ray of purple ray rising from the ground. It vanished and was replaced replaced by the sound of roaring engines and... stomps. A bike suddenly roared through the sky after hitting some rubble on the road, painted completely red and came to a crashing halt right next to a now-retreating warboss. A green head stared from the rubble, with bloodied clothes covering the rest of the ork's body.

"Hullo, boss!"

"Oy, Grimog! Great ta' see ya! D'ya get 'im?"

"'Ow do ya fink we got 'ere? Took us longa', cuz wez didn't know da wey!"

More orky vehicles came over the hill, followed by lotsa' boyz. However, there was only one dominant figure. An only too familiar daemon, with colour-changing skin, bat wings on its head and uncountable other wings on its back. Also, lizard-head and flaming eyes. Rakul gazed at Cambius, his jaw wide-open. The greater daemon scremed, the tone of his voice still changing:

"Well, look at what we have here! A big spider, how cute!"

The Tyranid roared and charged at full speed, crushing numerous creatures under its massive claws. But the daemon of change would not go down that easily. He vanished, only to reappear on its back, warpal energies already pulsing in his hands. Massive doombolts struck the bug, burning through its carapace and insides. The beast roared in fury and somehow twisted one of its legs to grab the daemon and smash it against the ground with massive force. Cambius' many eyes watched the bio-titan open its mouth, ready to devour. He was not just going to be part of some menu, though. Quickly, the daemon readied another doombolt and shot it straight into the monster's open maw, annihilating most of its head. The remainder of the bio-titan collapsed onto the ground. Cambius walked back to the defenders slowly, injured. Rakul was most confused.

"How? HOW?!"

"How come I am still here? Foolish sorcerer, one cannot simply destroy a daemon of my calibre! But because of the still-intact summoning circles within the fortress, I could not return into the Warp proper. That's when Nagosh here found me."

The warboss was grinning and Gobroz shouted:

"Oh! So dat'z why youz been goin' dere all da' time!"

"Yeh! Poor fella' was just a liitle disgustin' blobby fingy. I 'elped 'im."

"Therefore he technically became my new master. And now, I have repaid the debt? Please, I am weakened because of no warpal contact for such a long time. I am wounded even now. Let me return to the Impossible Fortress!"

Nagosh scratched his chin with the blades on his chain-choppa' and then looked at the greater daemon.

"Okeyz."

"Yeeeesssss! Finally free,a free all these millennia! Thank you!"

And with a single flash of light, Cambius vanished into thin air. Rakul spoke:

"We just sent away an impossibly powerful weapon of Chaos. Oh, well, at least he killed the spider."

"Yeh. An' Ugu an' Biteyz is safe! We all iz," incredible masses of spores landed within the canyon. The insects were not pleased and neither was Muskit, "or notz. Iz don't fink even da boyz will be enuff dis time."

"Well, good thing you have us here, then," they all turned to see a well-known Bloodletter Champion and Daemonette, "hello, master!"

"Nebulon! Perfect timing, my friend!"

A large, blue portal appeared behind the pair and figures started appearing from within. Starting with a humanoid with a flaming skull. Doomrider laughed maniacally, while a whole host of Daemonettes appeared right behind him, all in black leather. Deja vu, much? Right behind them, were daemons of all four deities, ready to have bug meat for lunch. Unbeknownst to all, Darug had a 'Oh mah frikin' Gork, of courze!' moment and ran off to Tzeentch knows where.

"Hahahahaahaaaaaa! Time for LSD rampaaaaaaaage!"

"I hope we brought sufficient reinforcements. Also, I'm sorry, but ol' flaming skull insisted on coming."

"Oh, indeed. Especially because of that," several winged, flat creatures emerged from the portal and one of them almost instantly flew to the sorcerer, "oh, I do love riding the wild ones," He jumped onto the daemon, able to hold his balance perfectly. Turning to the farseer, he smiled, "you need a ride? Or do you have your own?"

Macha looked at one of the Screamers, who looked a bit hungry. Nope.

"I think I'd rather go with you."

"Excellent! Come on up!"

Holding a hand out to her, which she took, he helped her stand onto the beast. She was visibly not used to such a mount, however, and held onto his shoulder with one hand.

"This is certainly... different."

"Awesome, isn't it? Now, denizens of Chaos! Orks, Eldar, Tau and humans! Let's have some fun!"

Before the charge could start, however, Bitey became restless. The little 'nid wiggled out of Kilina's grasp and jumped onto the occupied Screamer seconds before it flew forward. It held onto Macha's leg, who stared at the little guy, confused.

"We have an unwelcome passenger!"

"Oh? Who?"

"Bitey."

"Heh, little rascal probably wants to see his siblings or something," The two forces were about to clash, when the little bug emitted a other Tyranids around the trio started fighting each other, making them ideal targets for doombolts and psychic blasts, "or maybe he wanted a part of the fame! This is certainly useful!"

Doom rider's mini-titan rose from the allied horde and shot into the insect one. The day was theirs, it seemed.

******

"Do you know what you get for getting here ten thousand years late?"

"Uhhhh..."

"A big hug! Welcome back, sonny-boy!"

Tzeentch's arms grabbed the, in comparison, small Cambius and squeezed, his three heads showing happy smiles, which were hard to do with beaks.

"Dad, you scared me!"

"Just as planned!"

The other four stared at the duo in utter confusion.

"Sonny boyz?!"

"Dad?!"

"Strange," followed by a massive cough.

"Awwww, look at how cute they look!"

Tzeentch put the greater daemon down and looked at the others.

"Yes, this is my son, Cambius! And these, my boy, are the other three I told you all about. And the fat guy is Gmork."

"Hey! Dat'z not nice!"

"Hullo. Pleased to meet you."

The Blood God was not satisfied.

"Wait, wait, WAIT. We've been living here together for over a bajillion years! How come we didn't know you had a son?!"

The Changer crossed his arms.

"Well, I didn't want him to be exposed to all of your shenanigans. Also, he was a pretty shy little guy, so he generally hid when any of you showed up."

"Awwwww, why? We don't bite, do we? Well, I do, but only on Thursdays."

"That's another reason why I've kept it a secret. However, that is all in the past. Now Cambius can travel the plains without fear."

"Yeah! And I'll grow up and be as strong as daddy!"

"Great, just what we need. TWO know-it-alls!"

"Oh, soften up, Khorne! Our picnics will be even more fabulous now!"

"As long as they're not in Nurgle's garden... that reminds me, 'papa', when the Warp are you going to let Isha out of her cage? I can't take the screams, any more."

"Who's Isha, dad?"

"I'll show ya later, when we let her out of the cage. Seriously, man, give her some rest. And access to a shower."

"But, but..."

"No buts! Now, Hanumos! Get me some tea!"

"Yeah, for me, too!"

A single tear escaped the schemer's leftmost eye.

"Just like his old god..."

"Oh, be even more sappy, won't you?"

"Youz guyz are weird."