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 might be a slightly boring chapter but bare with me, and there will be a fight between Chaos and the Dracoranians.

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Chapter 13: Calm 'After' the Storm

The SCVs of the Dominion busied themselves attaching the giant Lair Ship of the dragon to the fortress-palace. The colour and decorations of the giant structure matched the giant ship that docked upon it. Deep within its marble and metal walls the dragon began to wake from its slumber.

Down the long corridor leading to the chamber where the dragon slept, General Gripps and Lord Linosis walked silently. They did not speak to each other and they kept their distance. Gripps obviously did not like Linosis as he constantly kept slight frown every time he eyed the Goa'uld. After several minutes of walk, they finally arrived in front of the large doors of the chamber. Gripps knocked three times.

The door opened and revealed the dragon, sleeping in his original form. They approached the dragon. Suddenly, the dragon opened one eye. The thick lips moved, revealing the sharp teeth.

"Speak."

Linosis bowed and spoke.

"We have lost many ships, my lord, and…"

The dragon growled, and the Goa'uld bowed again.

"Where is Kahil? Why is he not here to report of the victory of my fleet?"

Gripps bowed his head.

"My apologies, my lord. Admiral Kahil has perished with his vessel."

The dragon raised his head.

"What is the meaning of this? Was the enemy so strong that the victory has costed the capital ship of my fleet along with my best admiral?"

Gripps took a deep breath before breaking news.

"We were not victorious, my lord. Admiral Kahil died in saving what was left of his fleet."

Kafraxialus raised his upper body, stomping the floor with his massive feet.

"What? Kahil died, and you lived, and my fleet was defeated? Why did you retreat?"

Linosis coughed lightly.

"My fleet was devastated, my lord. I had no choice but to retreat in order to retain as many troops as possible."

"Silence!"

The Goa'uld bowed deeply.

"Gripps, speak truthfully. What had happened?"

The general bowed.

"My lord, the battle was a difficult challenge. Their weapons were extremely powerful. My fleet has only retained three Battlecruisers including my flagship. The fleet of Lord Linosis has retained at least fifteen ships and his flagship has taken no damage."

Kafraxialus stared at Linosis. A drop of sweat fell from Linosis' forehead.

"Explain yourself, Linosis. I know that your race is a cowardly race of parasites, but you better explain your case, so that you may live."

"My lord Kafraxialus, I can only beg your mercy. I only sought to preserve the Kull Warriors aboard my vessel. The enemy weapons were tearing through the shields of the Ha'taks and the plasma cannons did no damage to the enemy. My fleet was simply outmatched, my lord. A thousand apologies, but my fleet would not have made a single bit of difference had it stayed in battle."

Kafraxialus turned to Gripps.

"Is this true?"

"Yes, my lord. The Goa'uld ships were easily destroyed, indeed."

"Very well. Tell me what remains of my fleet."

"All Acclamator class ships remain and one Victory class Star Destroyer and three Venator class Star Destroyers remain among the Imperial ships. Among my fleet, my flagship and the two Battlecrusiers that survived are seriously damaged, and they must be repaired. However, their landing gears have been destroyed, and without landing or dry-docks, the repairs will take at least three weeks. As for the Goa'uld fleet, the flagship of Lord Linosis and fourteen Ha'tak class vessels remain, mostly undamaged."

With a flash, Kafraxialus turned into a human form, wearing flowing robes of red silk and gold threads. He walked down the stairs, and stood in front of his two commanders.

"I am sorely disappointed. Not only my most trusted admiral and my good son Kahil is dead, my fleet is devastated and defeated. The Lords of the Elder's Council is pushing for the full scale invasion. Once other dragons begin to enter this galaxy, and know my defeat, I will be humiliated. Do you have any idea how much face I will lose because I could not capture one stinking planet? Do you?"

Kafraxialus red hairs flew into the air, held there by the sheer power exerted by the dragon. Every breath he took vibrated the whole chamber. Gripps and Linosis knelt before the wrathful dragon.

"My lord, despite our defeat, we have almost all the ground forces are intact. We can certainly take this planet, sir. I have brought the materials and schematics for the Thor. The Imperial transports also brought several AT-AT walkers, and other supports. Also, we have the Kulls. They will wipe out the pitiful enemies here."

"Agreed. General, you will command my legions against them. The Eldar on this planet has all but utterly destroyed. They have two strongholds remaining, one on a small island to the north east and one at the edge of their border with the Imperium. You will begin the conquest and purge of the Chaos territories on this world. The Imperium controls most lands on this world and are heavily fortified. I have decided to attack the smaller factions first."

"Yes, my lord."

"As soon as the ground troops are ready, you will command the attack force. Destroy them in my name."

"Very well, my lord."

--

The last battle barge of the Salamander Space Marines finally landed. Giant Terminators walked off the ship as the Tech-Priests and Servitors began repairs on the ship. The sergeant in charge of unloading walked to the Chaplin.

"Chaplin, we have unloaded everything."

"Good. I have good news as well, brother-sergeant. Our brother-captain is alive."

"That is a good news. What happened to him?"

"I don't know. He is safe and returned to the Imperial territory."

"Good, I will set our camp near to north of the city."

"This is a good city. Built by the Space Marines."

"Yes, I hear that the White Hammers are good builders."

--

Jonas walked down the corridor of the alien ship followed by the numerous Tech-Priests and Servitors. He did not like the strange gold decorations with alien writing. It did not sit well with him. It was so… alien. However, he needed answers. Answers to defeat these new enemies.

"Tech Priest, have you discovered anything yet?"

"Well, general, there are a few things about their weapons and defences we found, but we cannot begin a full-scale investigation until a magi of the Mars come to verify that it is safe to deal with this alien ship. We do not have anyone to verify it. The Librarians are busy dealing with the data in the machine sprit of the vessel."

"I need more information, damn it."

"The Inquisitors and the Magi of the Mechanicus will arrive soon. We have requested a priority inspection."

"Very well. However, simply waiting here does not sit well with me."

Jonas ringed down to the town and headed for the HQ of the White Hammers. A White Hammer sergeant came up to him. It was Sergeant Khal, who joined him when they aided Captain Evial against the first attacks. Khal saluted and Jonas saluted back.

"How are you, sergeant? I hope you are well, and killed many heretics?"

Khal smiled.

"Yes, general. I have been fighting under Captain Corha of the 2nd Company for while now since most of our original company has been destroyed."

"Who were you fighting?"

"The Necrons to the west. They were assaulting the mountain paths. If we had lost those paths to them, they would have advantage over this town. We have blocked it for now and fortified it. The filthy Necrons won't be coming through there anytime soon."

"Good. I don't want Necrons here when we have a new powerful enemy to contend with."

"Yes, I heard about those 'Draco-something'. Are they as powerful as they say?"

"They are powerful, but they will fall before the might of Imperium."

Khal nodded.

"I heard from the surviving battle brothers that these 'Black Armours' are extremely difficult to kill."

"Ah… they are the same black armoured enemies we have fought here."

"Yes, they were powerful."

"We will defeat them. I have called in reinforcements. We will outnumber them when the regiments from Gregoris II and the Titan Legion from the Gregoris III arrive."

"What about that ship? Are the Tech Priests making any progress?"

"Well, they say they can't really get into it until it is consecrated. I already received words that Ordo Xenos is sending their agents as well. Inquisition, Mechanicus and Ordo Xenos, they are all coming, along with so many Space Marine Chapters and mighty fleets. We will come out of this as the victor."

"Good to hear, general. I got to go and get my men to prepare for departure."

"Where are you going?"

"To the Bagrith hills to the north of Sanctus Domus. That's the one the two remaining Eldar stronghold. The Eldar will likely retreat through there. The brother-captain and the Librarian didn't really want us to engage the Eldar but to take over their stronghold once they leave, so it doesn't fall to the new enemy."

"Good idea. It will not be good to have the Dracoranians to have a stronghold just north of the planetary capital."

--

It had been four weeks since the victory over Telerix II, and the tensions mounted over all the factions on the planet. The Necrons reinforced their territories, wiping our every living thing in them. Thousands of Necron buildings and defences filled the landscape as the builder scarabs began to spread through the land. The forces of Chaos instinctively knew that they were the next targe of the Dracoranians, since the Dracoranians began to amass troops along the border. The Eldar, with their main forces broken, their fleet destroyed and their strongholds captured, began to retreat through their webway and dismantled their buildings.

As for the forces of the Imperium, who already controlled over half of the planet's landmass, they began to receive more reinforcements. Imperial Guards from the Lord Marshal Hegalis' numerous regiments began to arrive in the Imperial Navy ships, and the Imperial Navy of the Battlefleet Gargosia, under the order of the Lord Admiral Gabris, sent every ship they could spare. Space Marines, of various Chapters both inside and outside the Gargosia Sector, began to head toward Telerix II and other major Imperial strongholds.

Lord Marshal Joshua Hegalis once again pondered as he watched the city outside his window. His life has been rather good so far. Particularly last fifty years has been excellent. His influence and command has expanded exponentially since his arrival. He now commanded over two hundred regiments over forty seven directly controlled worlds, and he is the biggest manufacturer of the ships, vehicles and equipment in six sectors, providing tens of millions of lasguns and armours to millions of Imperial Guards.

A colonel entered the room.

"My lord, General Horiks is calling, sir."

"I'll take it here."

Joshua sat down in his big chair and opened the console. A middle-aged officer with moustache saluted.

"General Horiks of Barracks World Gregoris II, reporting, sir!"

"General, good day. What news?"

"Six more regiments are ready to depart, sir. I have been calling up the reserves as you have ordered sir. May I know what this is about?"

"The High Lords of Terra have been informed that there is a new enemy of the Imperium. These new enemies are called the 'Dracoranians'. They are attacking Telerix II and I have been ordered to reinforce the planetary garrison until the Space Marines arrive."

"Understood, sir. The regiments will be ready by the time the Imperial Navy arrive."

"Very good, general. I will arrange it now."

"Yes, sir. Good day."

"Good day, general."

Lord Marshal immediately contacted the resident Imperial Navy relations officer. A naval office appeared on the screen.

"Lord Marshal, what can I do for you, sir?"

"I need transport for six hundred thousand Imperial Guards from Gregoris II to Telerix II, and the equipments and supplies from Gregoris III as well."

"I will see what I can do, sir. We are stretched pretty thin, sir. Lord Admiral Gabris has summoned almost all ships that can be spared."

"I understand. Make it a priority, if you can, captain."

"Yes, sir."

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