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.

Replies to Reviews/Comments:

awilla the hun: Thank you for the continued advices. I do have a plot, but I find myself difficult to actually apply it into the story yet. I was hoping to use the Lieutenant General as the protagonist, but I have made few more characters than I planned, and thus each of them have less development of their own.

You are right in saying that the readers are watching the unfortunate slaughter of the grunts, but I guess you are perfectly right in saying that I should add more guts and blood. I will do that. Of course, that would make the plot slower, but there wasn't too much of plot in the first place.

There is the nagging concept of the 'Game', which those who know of the Dracoranians speak of, and it will eventually be revealed as the main point in the plot development. Thanks for your constructive comments.

Masin: I know that AT-TE and AT-AT are of different era, but this is AU and fanfiction! Haven't you read the very beginning? Some guy goes back millions of years to specifically plant these races so they can fight the Imperium. It's all in good fun. Also, I agree that the Space Marines would do what Luke did, and so I will add that later. Thanks for your comments!

Remember! Comments feed the creativity!

Chapter 11: Clouds of Storm

Lord Admiral Gabris, hated the Warp. He was a naval officer, constantly going through Warp to get to destinations, but he still hated it. He enjoyed the exchange of volleys of weapons against the enemy fleet and crushing them. That was his only joy on the job. His personal harem was enjoyable, but he had to admit that there was some bloodlust in him that he could not deny. The nausea caused by the Warp almost removed all fun in being an admiral, but only 'almost'. The battles still called him. He was going to enjoy this battle too. Battle against an unknown alien. Fascinating.

His mighty fleet arrived at the edge of the Telerix system.

"Order the fleet to head for Telerix II at maximum speed!"

"As you wish, Lord Admiral."

"Also, prepare all weapons and get ready to raise the shields on my order."

"Yes, sir."

--

They were inside a quiet place. There were no stars. Only the silence. Yet, they did not notice. The time flowed differently inside. They knew that those outside has already experienced three weeks, but inside, they only just entered. Then, the space changed. This was the sign.

"Admiral Kahil, the exit signal has been confirmed."

"Alert the fleet, prepare for short hyperspace jump."

"Yes, admiral."

On another ship, the communications officer received the transmission.

"General Gripps, Admiral Kahil as confirmed the exit signal."

"Prepare for short hyperspace jump in sync with the fleet."

"Yes, general."

The third fleet also received the transmission.

"My lord Linosis, Admiral Kahil has confirmed the exit signal."

The goa'uld sitting on the throne chair nodded smugly.

"Kree Jaffa. Prepare for a short jump through the hyperspace."

"Yes, my lord."

"I will crush the enemies. I will show them my might."

"Of course, my lord."

Then they entered the hyperspace.

--

Deep within the Eye of Terror, home of the Chaos's Gods' physical incarnations, the Chaos Gods gathered. Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh gathered in the whirlpool of the dark and chaotic torrent of the Warp. Khorne spoke in a voice filled with hatred and rage.

"The Void Keeper has begun the Game! His servants must not come here!"

Nurgle spoke, in sickening sluggish voice.

"Agreed! He comes to erase us! He will surely destroy us personally or worse…"

Slaanesh hissed.

"Or worse, he will revive the fake Emperor, curse his name!"

Khorne roared.

"If that ever happens, it will be disastrous! The Void Keeper must not be allowed into our galaxy! He will cleanse the Warp! He will purge all the daemons!"

Nurgle screamed.

"He would cleanse the world of my precious plagues!"

Tzeentch sneered.

"Do not quiver in fear, my brothers. I have a very good plan to stop these 'Dracoranians' from initiating the rituals involved in summoning the Void Keeper."

Slaanesh smiled and chuckled.

"Tell us then, of your plan, Tzeentch. What could you possibly come up with that will stop the unimaginable power of the Void Keeper?"

"You all keep forget that it is not the Void Keeper himself that we must fight off. It is the Dragon Lords who can summon their god. We only have to stop his followers. If somehow, the Imperium 'learns' that the Void Keeper is coming to this galaxy not just to dominate but to destroy their Emperor and enslave the humans."

Khorne growled.

"I prefer to send out our hordes to destroy his servants."

Slaanesh scoffed.

"Of course you would. You know nothing but for blood. You don't enjoy life as I do. What is there for you other than endless battle? Your servants know nothing of the vast number of enjoyments there are in the galaxy. Pathetic."

"Silence, fool! Your decadence knows no bound, and no respect for the true enjoyment of blood and war."

Nurgle stoped their arguments.

"Enough. Let's hear Tzeentch's plan."

Tzeentch continued with his explanation.

"As I was saying, if the humans of the Imperium are informed that the Void Keeper is coming to kill their Emperor, then they will throw everything they have to stop the Dracoranians. It will be enough to stop or weaken them both enough for us to crush them."

Khorne laughed.

"I like it. My servants will lead the assault upon them! Hahahahahaha!"

Nurgle agreed.

"Yes, and if we can capture the dragons, then we can feed of their souls for an eternity. I can still remember the last dragon we have tasted. Haaaaaaaa…"

Tzeentch agreed as well.

"Yes, we really should get our hands on the dragons as well. Their souls are so… powerful and rich in flavour…"

Slaanesh pondered.

"Perhaps we should invite some of the forgotten ones to join. If they are destroyed in process, it won't be too much of a loss."

Tzeentch nodded.

"Well, we do need every hand we can gather. The dragons are powerful after all."

Khorne smiled.

"Yes. We should call An'sl, Sarr'Kell, Mr'rcck and Phraz-Etar, and others to join the feast. Of course, if they are destroyed, we have every right to avenge them… don't we? I will enjoy killings."

Tzeentch chuckled.

"Then, let's prepare for this. We must rally everything we've got against the dragons. We might even have to recall Abaddon from Cadia."

--

On the Craftworld Ulthwe, the core of the Eldar Empire, the various Farseers and Autarchs of numerous Craftworlds and factions gathered. Farseer Taldeer sat at the head of the table where the various Farseers sat around the massive round table. Taldeer spoke first.

"We have known for some time that the Dracoranians are coming. Their Game has finally come to this galaxy. Their god has finally turned their attention to us. The Eldar, despite our might and our pride, are no match for their full force. However, we must not lose hope. We must fight on. We must fight as we have always fought. Unseen and unheard. We will use the humans, Chaos, Tau, Orks and even the Necrons, if we must. We will be victorious. Once again, the Eldar Craftworlds must unite and fight them."

All those gathered agreed with fervour.

--

Deep inside the palace of the Emperor on the Holy Terra, the capital world of the vast and mighty Imperium of Mankind, the Emperor sat on his Golden Throne, kept alive by the machines of the Throne. In the depth of his unconscious-consciousness, the Emperor felt the Warp. He saw the galaxy through the Warp, and guided his fleets through the Astropaths. To his pleasure, he saw the vast and numerous fleets of the Imperium stretching to the edge of the galaxy, driving out the Chaos. Yet, as the time passed, something changed. The Imperium began to shrink faster than it could expand. The technology stopped developing. The battles between the fleets of Imperium and Eldar were felt by the Emperor, much to his sadness.

However, there was nothing he could do. Most of his powers were concentrated in fighting the Chaos Gods and guiding the fleets. If he had any excess power, he would have healed himself, but the Eye of Terror was getting stronger by the day, and it was only his power that held them at bay.

Suddenly, he felt something. Something ancient and familiar. Neither dark or light. Neither evil or good. Something of infinite grey. Something of such immense power. The power resounded not just in one galaxy, but several galaxies. In fact, in his view, the Emperor could feel the limitless extent of the power. He knew who it was. The Void Keeper. A long time friend and guide. A mentor for the mankind. Yet, something was amiss. The Emperor had long known the mischievous nature of the Void Keeper. He knew the extent of time, space and power Void Keeper would exert for a single moment of practical joke. Entire solar clusters would burn for his amusement. It was only the grace of the Emperor of Man that kept this galaxy from the mischief of the Void Keeper.

Void Keeper also brought a feint hope. Void Keeper had great power, power enough to revive the Emperor easily. Power enough to obliterate the Chaos Gods for a long time, and power enough to erase the C'tans from all time. The Emperor knew that the Void Keeper would never do such thing, since it would remove the 'interesting things' from the galaxy. Though not quite like Khorne, the Void Keeper enjoyed the countless millennia of war. If the Emperor could just persuade the Void Keeper once more, then there could be peace in the name of Mankind. The great Crusade will begin once more and all of Chaos shall be driven under. If only…

The Emperor reached forth through the Warp and called forth the Star Child. The Emperor and the Star Child was one. They knew what had to be done. They called forth the Sensei. The Emperor needed to exert all of his remaining power to hold on just a bit more.

--

On a volcanic planet, deep within the largest mountain on the planet, was a cave. A cave decorated with white marble and gold, and silver, and millions of precious gem. Inside were two marble chairs. On them were two humanoids, one with black hair and wearing a flowing robe, and a red haired warrior in full armour.

"Xekaron, we must do something. The Game will collapse our empire."

Xekaron the Black Lord nodded.

"I agree, and that is why I came here to meet you, Kenavoras."

"Well? What do you think?"

"I agree. We were forced to allow our enemies live at the last moment of their defeat. They rebuild, and they attack again and again. I fear that the newest Game will have the same result."

"Agreed. The Borg, the Ori, the Zerg. They have always plagued us during last fifteen million years. While we have not seen or heard anything of them in last seventy thousand years, but that is enough for them to rebuild."

"Yes. I believe this might be our biggest challenge yet. A challenge that we may not be able to survive from."

"What are you saying?"

"Why were there no renewed attacks from the Ori or the Borg, or even the Zerg? They are watching us. They have changed their tactics. They are waiting for us to extend our forces before striking. If all three attack us together, then we may have a difficult and long fight in our hands."

"We have enough forces."

"Yes. We have absolute control over the Dominion and the Empire, but the Goa'ulds are not under absolute control."

"They are nothing. The Goa'ulds only bigger than the Dominion and the Empire in sizes and numbers."

"Perhaps, but they have some technologies that are extremely powerful, and they do have the numbers. Even with a large portion of their fleet and armies serving us, the twelve System Lords are amassing large armies, and if you add the minor Goa'ulds… they do become for force to be reckoned with."

"You are thinking that the Empire and the Dominion will not be able to stop them or at least they will be bogged down with the war against the Goa'uld."

"Yes. I believe that the Game will force us to use much of the forces we have. The armies and fleets of the Dominion and the Empire will be stretched thin. The Goa'uld has enough number to overwhelming both the Dominion and the Empire."

"Troubling. Not only that, the Chaos Dragons of Nari'Kela star cluster, Dark Dragons of Velsha sector, Abyss Dragons of Fre'Dha sector and the Shadow Dragons of D'ri'Kem sector are all ready to attack us. Our empire is falling apart and our 'god' is continuously forcing us to play his twisted 'Game'!"

"The traitorous factions are truly dangerous. If they form alliances with the dark entities of this new galaxy, then our war will bog down our main forces, and our empire will be attack from all sides, and in the worst case scenario, we will have a war in at least nine fronts."

"Recently, my race has suffered some losses against the Dark Dragons. We lost eighteen worlds and six dragons. Their leader Dark Dragon Lord Vel'Krevisos, has been absorbing several minor Goa'ulds and their fleet. Yet, despite these threats, we are forced to play this 'Game'. Disgusting."

Xekaron nodded.

"Yes, it is disgusting. What is more disgusting is that the god of our race is a disgusting… poltergeist or clown! Our glorious, magnificent race of dragons! Not some human or some mortal creatures. We are dragons. We must do something. You know what to do."

Kenavoras smiled.

"Of course. We will be heroes to all the dragons of the empire. We will put a stop this endless war after war."

I hope it was fun. Anything to fix, then post a comment, thanks.