Void Keeper Wars - Warhammer 40K
This is a crossover between Warhammer 40K and StarGate, StarWars, StarCraft. I always wanted a new race for Warhammer 40K. The new race is an amalgamation of the Galactic Empire of StarWars, Goa'uld Empire of StarGate, and the Terran and Protoss from StarCraft. I will be using the Clone Wars era for the StarWars, and post Ori-invasion for the Goa'uld, and units from both StarCraft and StarCraft 2. I don't own anything from Warhammer 40K, StarGate, StarWars, StarCraft. I am just writing it for fun.
This chapter will feature Dragons! Please, post reviews. It feeds my creativity!
Chapter 8: Across the Stars
Lord Admiral Gabris, recently appointed the commander of the Battlefleet Gargosia of Tempestus Segmentum Imperial Fleet, watched the star chart of the Cafalas sub-sector. The Lord High Admiral of the Segmentum ordered him to support the defence of the Cafalas sub-sector. He was not ready to go down there but he was planning to send one of his rear admirals, but then the orders from the High Lords Terra came. To launch a sizeable fleet enough to pacify the whole sub-sector. Thus he launched his fleet and took orbit above the Supply World of Vessecti III, making it his base of operation.
A tech priest stopped his pondering.
"Lord Admiral, an urgent message from the Telerix II, my lord."
Gabris sat on his chair and gesture at the tech priest. The screen showed a Salamander Space Marine Chaplin. Gabris had much respect for the Space Marines. He saluted lightly and nodded.
"What is this about, Chaplin? Why is it you, not your captain who calls me?"
The Chaplin saluted the Lord Admiral.
"Our Brother-Captain has been lost during our battle against an enemy's fleet. We have lost most of our fleet while the enemy's ship still stands strong. We request the reinforcement of the Imperial Fleet. Our space combat capacity is not very good right now. We believe that the enemy has kidnapped our Brother-Captain, but our pods won't get through their shields."
"I understand Chaplin. I will personally reinforce you with my fleet."
The Chaplin nodded and cut the transmission. The admiral turned to face the Astrono.
"Astrono, can we enter the Warp?"
"Yes, Lord Admiral. I sense no danger."
"Very well. Geller shields to full, and ready the Warp Drive!"
The tech priests and servitors busied themselves.
"Yes, Lord Admiral."
The Victory Class Battleship, followed by one Dictator Class Carrier, three Gothic Class Cruisers and thirty or so smaller ships, moved into the Warp toward the Telerix System.
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In the home galaxy of the Dracoranians, in the massive capital world orbiting a white giant, in the depth of the massive citadel, a group of individuals gathered. The planet itself was at least fifteen times bigger than the Holy Terra of the Imperium. The citadel, the fifteen million years-old home of the Dragon Lords was nearly the size of Terra's entire northern hemisphere's landmass. The fifteen kilometre-high structures were covered with artistic decorations as well as weapons of horrifying powers. However, it had only one purpose. To house the Lord of All Dragons, the Dragon Lord of the Dracorania, who was the only conduit to reach their god Void Keeper. The sheer size of the structure allowed the dragons to gather in their true forms, rather than the humanoid forms they enjoy. On this particular day, a powerful gathering was summoned in the name of the Dragon Lord.
In a large dark circular chamber, a light suddenly appeared, brightening up a chair made of white marble with decorations of gold and gemstones. A young man, fully clad in some medieval armour, with his bright red hair flowing, came into the light and slumped into the chair. Another light showed a chair across the first one. This time, a young woman in a simple peasant clothing, with long blue hair sat down. Both of them were exquisite in their beauty, and both had such aura of majesty. A third and fourth light showed two more seats. A green-haired female elf, with pointy ears, came through the darkness and sat next to the blue haired woman. She was wearing skimpy clothing made of leaves and vine. The other person was a black haired man, not burly but more masculine than the red haired one. He was wearing a sort of flowing robe, so black that it ate up the light from above. Two more lights. A silver haired woman, wearing a strange toga sat next to the black haired man, while a white haired man, wearing a priest's robes, sat down next to the green hair. There was enough space for one more seat between the silver and the white. The red haired one spoke tartly.
"Where is the old fart? Is he not the first among gentlemen? Should he not be here before us?"
The white haired one replied calmly.
"Please, Kenavoras, we know you are impatient, but the matter we discuss is of grave importance. Be patient. He will come… eventually."
Kenavoras, growled.
"I still don't like it."
The black haired one scoffed.
"You don't like anything."
The blue haired one interjected with sneer.
"Xekaron, do not encourage him. You know how he gets when goaded."
The Kenavoras half stood up from his seat.
"Silence, Zellecalis. I do not need your interjection. I know what I do. I am in full control of myself."
The green one let out a laugh. The Kenavoras glared at her. The green one spoke.
"I'm sorry, dear Kenavoras, but was it not your temper that burnt the lush jungle world of Gal'Motrin III into ashes?"
"I was provoked, Gederigas. Your young ones dared to taunt the Lord of the Red."
"Is that why you killed four of the green dragons? I thought you could control yourself."
A voice, strong but gentle, rang across the room.
"Enough, children. We are in a holy place. Our Lord watches over us as well as our god."
The dragons sitting in their marble chairs bowed his head in respect. An old man, with his rich golden hair and beard, walked across and sat on his chair between the white and the silver. The light appeared above him and in front of them in the middle of the room. The gold one spoke.
"Let us begin. Summon them."
Zellecalis the Blue Lord waved her hand. With a flash, three being appeared on the other side of the room. A low bluish light shined upon them.
Kenavoras turned his head. He spoke to the one in the middle.
"Kafraxialus! Speak! Why have you not established a foothold yet?"
Kafraxialus walked up to the bright centre of the room, and bowed deeply.
"My lords, the enemy is stronger than I have expected. Their infantry called the Space Marines, are modified humans with powerful armour. Our marines are similar but the enemy's Space Marines are still far superior to ours. Had I known…"
Xekaron the Black Lord shouted.
"Excuses! You should have been prepared for any possibilities! To underestimate the enemy is a mistake most critical. Did we not make you our vanguard because your forces command all three Orders of Stars? Utilize them!"
Kafraxialus, bowed again.
"My lords…"
Zellecalis interrupted.
"The real question is why did not know this 'Space Marines'? Should we not have been prepared? What had happened to our espionage capacity?"
The silver hair sighed and replied.
"From the reports, these 'Space Marines' are humans. Their empires rise up and fall so often and so quickly, that the long-living beings such as us cannot fathom how fast they grow. They must have formed their empire within last fifty thousand years. That was the last regular espionage. Next one is still not due for another ten years."
Xekaron nodded.
"Agreed, Seletora. Perhaps a mistake was ours in underestimating the spread of these pink-skinned critters. They spread like Orcs do."
Gederigas nodded too.
"Yes, like Orcs. I think they have their own version of Orcs. They are called the Orks. Similar name and similar colour, I hear. We might have to use 'it' again."
Zellecalis shook her head.
"You know the danger of 'it'. Even the cleanup is messy."
Seletora raised an eyebrow.
"You know how difficult it is to get rid of Orcs, and I should assume that the Orks are as plague-like."
Kenavoras nodded.
"Agreed, but we can deal with these Orks later. Let is deal with the incompetence of Kafraxialus first. He is disgrace to my race."
Kafraxialus bowed deeply in shame. Seletora raised her head.
"Well, no dragon has lost so many ships for two million years, despite our war against the Ori during the last Game."
Xekaron nodded.
"Yes. It seems that we have been negligent in teaching our young ones of the Game."
The white hair spoke.
"Perhaps this loss of fleet is not so bad."
Xekaron turned his head.
"Speak what you mean Velrakis."
Velrakis the White Lord spoke.
"The Game must be played. Thus was the Ori introduced to our galaxy and challenge us. It is not about victory, but the Game itself. Even though our new objectives are slightly different from before, they imply that simple victory is no enough."
Zellecalis nodded in agreement.
"Yes. You have a valid point. Kafraxialus should land and fight them, even if it costs his life."
Xekaron agreed too, and Velrakis and Seletora agreed as well. However, despite his disappointment in Kafraxialus, Kenavoras seemed to disapprove that the Lords would ask Kafraxialus to sacrifice himself. Then the old man in gold hair spoke.
"I believe what the Lords are agreeing is that he should land, even if he will be in danger. If he dies, it is a loss, but I am sure that he won't die that easily… will he? If he does, what great loss it would be to have a weak dragon die? If he is truly strong, then he wouldn't die."
Kafraxialus looked stricken. He bowed.
"Yes, Lord Galevaris the Gold Lord. I will obey."
Then he disappeared with a flash of light. Other two who came with Kafraxialus, disappeared as well.
Galevaris spoke.
"We must consult the Dragon Lord. We must decipher the intention of our god, in order to carry out the Game properly."
Zellecalis nodded.
"Agreed."
Galevaris whispered something. Others followed suit. The room began to vibrate. Eventually, the vibration began to create thumping sound. It sounded like heartbeat. The Lords of Dragons stood up and faced the wall behind Galevaris. The wall opened up and revealed a magnificent creature. Its head was about 12 metres long, with hundreds of horns sprouting on the head, and the neck was about five metres thick at the thinnest part, while it was at least 15 metres thick at the base, as it stretched for 70 metres. The body was massive. The legs were about 7 metres thick each, and the claws on them were massive. The wings, though folded, showed the sheer immensity of it. The creature opened one eye. A glow of power existed there. When lights came on, the silhouette of the creature came into life and its bright gold scales flashed in light. The creature lifted its head. When it spoke, the voice rang through the room like earthquake.
"Why have you awakened me?"
Galevaris bowed.
"Father, there is a question we must ask our god."
The massive Dragon Lord stared at his son for a moment then snorted. A holographic projection appeared in the middle of the room.
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A naked human male, with dark brown hair appeared in the hologram with a dozen naked females of humans and elves. The human was drinking some sort of beverage as he was fondling the naked women. The dragons bowed. The human looked up cheerfully.
"Oh! How are you, old boy? You don't call me enough. Your predecessor called me so often. It was nice to talk to him."
The Dragon Lord bowed with his long neck.
"My god, these Lords of Races dares to ask you a question."
The human raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"Ask away, boys and girls."
Galevaris bowed and asked.
"My god, the current Game is beginning, and we wanted to know if it is the battles that you would enjoy or the achievement of the objectives at the best possible speed?"
The human snorted with laughter as one of the women touched his genital.
"Of course, I enjoy the battles! I can achieve the 'objectives' with click of my fingers. I want to see blood, screams and conquests! To WAR!"
The dragons bowed as the hologram disappeared. The Dragon Lord spoke.
"Now you know the answer. Play the Game."
Galevaris nodded.
"Yes, father."
I hope it was fun. Anything to fix, then post a comment, thanks.