Void Keeper Wars - Warhammer 40K Ch22
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 the might of a dragon. Enjoy!
Chapter 22: Conversion
When over a hundred Star Destroyers of various kinds including four Super Star Destroyers appeared over the Chaos planets of Eracikel, the Warmaster Ko'rrell the Undying Devourer, the Chaos fleet of Ko'rrell sworn to Khorne launched their ships against the invaders. Little did they know that their opponent is not some young inexperienced dragon, but one of most powerful dragons, and a black dragon, the most violent of the races of the dragons.
Crushing the Chaos fleet easily, the Elder Dragon Xesrakanos, a seventy six thousand year old dragon landed his ship on Eracikel II, and began to conquer the planet with ruthless efficiency. The forces of Chaos, numbering in millions attempted to swarm over the Clones, but the power of the dragon could not be denied. The blood thirsty roars of the lieutenants of Ko'rrell were quickly silenced by the dragon himself.
Ko'rrell and a large part of his force retreated to Eracikel IV via the Warp Portal. The Warmaster, who once served under the great Warmaster Horus, screamed in rage as more and more reports defeat came from his main planet of Eracikel II. Of course, Eracikel system was only small part of his domain, but the defeat of his fleet and his forces made him angry. It boiled his thick venomous blood.
He sat in his throne made of bones of daemons and humans. Ko'rrell growled as he looked down at his lieutenants. He banged his armoured fist on the arm of the throne and shattered it. He roared at his servants.
"You have failed me again and again!"
Ko'rrell opened his mouth and hundreds of sharp daemonic fangs appeared with long forked tongue behind. One of his lieutenants looked up with malice in his eyes. Ko'rrell noticed it.
"Jacen, you wish to challenge me?"
"No, my lord."
"Good. It is not a time for infightings. It is time to take back what is mine!"
His lieutenants bowed. Ko'rrell stood up with his power axe in his hand. He walked down the pedestal into the ranks of his lieutenants. As he stepped next to Jacen the Disfigured, Jacen jumped up with a power dagger in his hand. Ko'rrell was faster. The axe already smashed into the Jacen's neck and cleanly severed it in one swipe. The Warmaster grabbed the severed head and lifted it up high. The dark blood dripped from the head.
"This is the price of challenging me! Fight me if you dare!"
"I dare."
Everyone's attention immediately went to the source of the voice. It came from behind the throne. A human, wearing thin white armours of the Clones and black robe under it, came out. His hair was black and his eyes more black than the space. He was not carrying any weapon. He casually walked to the front of the throne and slumped in it. Ko'rrell turned slowly to look at the human who dared to sit on his throne.
"Who are you?"
The human laughed as he fondled a large skull of horned daemon on the arm of the throne. He spoke.
"I am your enemy, what else? My name is Xesrakanos the Black Malice, the leader of the invading forces."
Ko'rrell laughed.
"You came here, unarmed and alone? I have heard that you are not what you look like, so I will assume that this human form I see before me is but disguise."
Xesrakanos clapped his hands.
"You are smart, for daemon. Hmmm… You are a hybrid. Interesting. Not as good as some of my own chimeras and hybrids, but good. I came here to give you an ultimatum and a choice."
"An ultimatum and a choice?"
"Ah, yes. I am here to offer you, your lives and the chance to serve me."
Ko'rrell scoffed.
"You are a truly madman. To come to my chaos-palace and speak thus. Look around you. There are hundreds of my Chaos Space Marines and over a thousand lesser creatures. You will die here, and I shall offer your head to my god."
Xesrakanos smiled, and somewhere deep inside the barren soulless hole of Ko'rrell, something stirred. A primordial fear. Something engraved deep into the DNA, and beyond. The fear of death, etched on the genes have been conquered by the madness that is Chaos, but this was something more. Terror beyond something anything he has felt before… or something similar to that of when he stood in front of his god Khorne. The Warmaster growled in fury as he dropped the severed head and gripped the handle of his axe tightly. The dragon stood up and spread his arm as he whispered.
"Then come and try, daemon."
"Die!!"
The Warmaster launched himself at the dragon, swinging his power axe brimming with daemonic energy. The dragon raised his hand and blocked it. With a shower of spark, the axe stoped in the dragon's hand. Xesrakanos raised the other hand and placed it on Ko'rrell's chest and pushed lightly.
"Oh, come on! You can do better than that, Warmaster."
The daemons and the Chaos Space Marines joined in. The bolters and melta fires rained on the dragon and daemons jumped at him. Xesrakanos continued to smile as he waved his hand. A spherical shield formed around the dragon and it reflected all bolter and melta shots back at its shooters. The daemons thrust their claws and fangs, but the dragon casually ripped through their hearts and brains with bare hands.
The dragon's hands were more formidable than any weapon they wielded. He grabbed one of the horned daemon and grabbed the horn. Then he pulled. The head ripped out from the body, with the four spines dangling from the head. At the same time as he ripped out the head, the other hand punched into a Chaos Space Marine, easily going through the thick armour and grabbing the spine. The force of pulling out the spine caused the ribcage being torn out along with lungs and hearts.
A lieutenant of Ko'rrell jumped at the dragon slashing down with his power sword. The dragon caught the blade between his fingers and snapped it. The blade broke, and the dragon, simply placed the broken blade into the skull of the attacker and spun it. It drilled the skull and the brain spewed out from the large hole.
The dragon began to move more actively. He grabbed one of the Chaos Space Marine by the helmet and pushed it deep into body, killing the daemonic soldier instantly, and then stepping on the falling body, Xesrakanos jumped and crash landed into another Chaos Space Marine, drilling a large hole where the feet went through. Then the dragon pulled out one leg from the dead Marine and kicked the head. The head, along with the helmet crunched up and tore free from the body, flying through the air like bullet and punched through a reptilian daemon.
Xesrakanos walked out from the body without a single drop of blood on him. A spider-like daemon plunged its tentacles at the dragon. The dragon suddenly moved at an incredible speed and rammed the creature with his body, tearing an opening along the outline of his body. A Chaos Space Marine fired his bolter but the dragon caught all the bullets with his hand and threw it back at the marine, turning him into a bloody pulp. Ko'rrell and his lieutenants rallied the daemons and other horrible creatures against the dragon.
"Kill him!"
Dragon looked at the Warmaster with a frightening smile.
"It was fun, but all good things must end sometime."
Then he stomped the ground with his feet. The creatures were all tossed into the air by the sheer force of the impact. Only few stood their grounds, and that included the Warmaster. The dragon reached forth with his right hand, and small black portal opened, from where the dragon drew a sword. Ko'rrell walked up to the dragon with his axe. Xesrakanos the dragon spoke.
"Come! Let us fight so that your minions can finally see what true power is all about."
The Warmaster roared as he smashed down with his axe, and the dragon blocked it. The dragon slashed sideways and the Warmaster jumped up and dodged it with surprising agility. From the air, Ko'rrell slashed down again, and the dragon quickly stepped to the left, dodging the attack. Suddenly, the dragon came in close and placed his left hand on the Warmaster's armour. He whispered.
"You will burn in 'Hell Fire'!"
Something flashed from the dragon's hand. Suddenly, the Warmaster began to float and struggle. He began to scream as smoke came out from the cracks in the armour.
"It burns! It burns! NO! It's too hot! I'm melting! My lord! Khorne! Save me!"
The dragon seemed to enjoy the screaming. The smoke became thicker and dark purple flames began to show. The purple flame engulfed Warmaster and began to burn him. Within minutes, not even the ashes remained of the Warmaster Ko'rrell.
"That's that."
When the victorious dragon stepped forward, the daemonic creatures backed down in fear… no in abject terror. They could feel that whatever dredges of daemonic soul that was within the Warmaster was completely burned away into nothingness. It terrified them. The dragon smiled as he sat back on the bone throne. Looking around at the creatures of Chaos, the dragon waved his hand and began to chant something in a strange language. When the chanting stopped, the dragon clapped his hands together. At that moment, all the creatures in the Eracikel IV felt their connection to the Warp being severed. The creatures panicked as their source of power and madness was suddenly unattainable. They screamed and harmed themselves. Xesrakanos the dragon spoke.
"Your leader is now dead, and I have severed your link to the Warp. You now have a choice. You can die here or you can serve me. If you decide to serve me, I will provide you with power that rivals the Warp, to replace it."
One of the surviving lieutenants, who was obviously someone more dependent on the use of Warp than his own fighting skills, came forward on his knees.
"I will serve you. I denounce Khorne and I serve you…"
The dragon nodded in approval, and pulled out a small blue crystal from a black portal. The crystal glowed and floated above his hand. He threw it at the Chaos Space Marine. It went through the armour as if it was a hologram, but when it entered, the Chaos Space Marine felt power. Raw, unbridled power that was not tainted by the blood of the Chaos Gods and their madness, but a pure power that was everywhere. The skins and muscles that were poisoned by the power of the Chaos Warp repaired themselves and strengthened. The dragon approved.
"That power you feel now is called the 'Mana'. It is a purer form of power, and it is quite similar to the power of Warp, since the Warp is a dimension of Mana Storms. In this reality, this… physical realm, the Mana is more stable and tasteful. You will now be my herald into his galaxy. You shall lead the converted Chaos forces on Eracikel IV against the false gods of Chaos. You shall be victorious or die. I name you Valmoran the Black Sword, the instrument of my design."
The former Chaos Space Marine, now Valmoran the Black Sword, bowed.
"Yes, master. I shall obey."
The dragon nodded and placed his hand on Valmoran's forehead. A mark appeared on Valmoran's forehead.
"That is my mark. You have become a Guardian. You have been tied to my will, and my existence and command is your purpose."
"I obey."
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Valmoran the Black Sword, now in command of a large force of formerly Chaos Space Marines of Ko'rrell, and several battalions of Clones, began a campaign to scour the planets of Eracikel of those who still followed the Chaos. Xesrakanos cut off the connection to the Warp one planet at a time and moved on to the next when Valmoran had completely conquered and converted the world. Without the madness and power of the Chaos, the forces of Chaos quickly succumbed to the superior power of the Dracoranian forces, and so many converted to serve the mighty Xesrakanos.
On his throne in the chamber deep within the Lair Ship, Xesrakanos pondered his next move. He was the most powerful of the dragons that were already in this galaxy. Of course, there were few others who could match his power anyway. As he sipped a glass of wine, he whispered to himself.
"When I am through I will be powerful enough to force their hands. I will be the next Dragon Lord."
I hope it was fun. Anything to fix, then post a comment, thanks.