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 mostly 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.
The competition of character creation is still on. Whoever comes up with most unique character will win, and I will be forced to write that character into the story no matter what I plan... a good way to add a little twist. Just give me a name, description and faction... or any other details you wanna add.
Any ideas on what questions to ask Linosis the Goa'uld? (Please send me ideas... standard questions are so boring... and this is a time for you, the readers, to know more about the whole story...)
Replies to Comments/Reviews:
Shadow Archon: Thanks very much!!
awilla the hun: I know it is frustrating to only see battles and no plot, but I assure you that the plot is coming... albeit really slowly...
warhammerlover: I know that the forces of Warhammer galaxy is not as strong as they are supposed to be, but soon the real power of the Imperium/Space Marines, etc will be shown. Titans will make an appearance soon, and there will be a quest... One main quest which is to be the basis of the plot. All the battles are just background story and because of my personal liking of wars/battles.
The MAIN PLOT is about to unfold...
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Chapter 40: The Temple
The Chaos Marine Lord had thought that once he withdrew, the enemy will pause and he would have time to think about his next move, but the droids under the command of the Grevious Clones did not relent. They continued to push forward, punching throught the thick gates and doors, and clearing out the altars and sacrificial tables. Trapped inside the massive throne room, the Chaos Marine Lord and his three hundred elites roared and screamed, but it instilled no fear in the hearts of the enemy, for their enemy had no heart to instill the fear into.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
A series of strange thumping noises startled the Chaos Marines. It came from everywhere. In fact, they could hear three distinctly same sounds from all three directions where doors were. Dividing his warriors into three groups the Chaos Marine Lord ordered them to guard the doors. With a great bang, all three doors exploded and showered the Chaos Marines with splinters.
Super Battle Droids and Droidekas charged in, firing at the Chaos Marines. The Chaos Marines fought back hard, but they were slowly mowed down by the unrelenting waves of droids. The red bolts continued to fly and the daemon bolter shots were beginning to thin. The super battle droids knocked aside the small mountains of destroyed droids and continued to fire at the Chaos Marines. One by one, the powerful Chaos Marines fell. Suddenly, the droids stopped firing. The Chaos Lord looked around to find only about a hundred remaining.
From each door, a single caped figure came through. They were all identical and all were wearing white robe with a stone mask of a strange design. They joined up in the middle and came toward the Chaos Lord. One of the masked figures spoke to the Chaos Lord.
"I am a Grevious DG431 and I am here to offer you to surrender."
"I will not surrender. I shall crushed you!"
"Then come at me, pitiful excuse for a warrior. You cower in your throne room and let your warriors die."
"I am warrior of five centuries of experience. Do not call me a coward for I am no such thing. I have slain thirty Space Marines throughout my career! I have laid waste to a dozen worlds! I shall crush you and your pitiful metal soldiers!"
"Then fight me, coward!"
As the Chaos Marine Lord drew his daemonic sword imbued with the power of Chaos God Khorne, and grabbed one of the power axe from a dead Chaos Marine. Grevious DG431 took off his cape and grabbed four light sabers. His arms split and lit up four lightsabers. Two of them were red and two were blue. Grevious DG431 chuckled and raised his body in a stance.
"These two blue ones are my prize trophies from two Jedi Masters. However, I don't think I will take your weapon as a prize but your skull."
"The only way you can get my skull for trophy is when the False Emperor suddenly jumps out of his Golden Throne! Ha!"
The Chaos Lord swung his sword and the Grevious Clone blocked it with the lightsaber. The daemonic power of the sword and the energy blade of the lightsaber sizzled against each other. The Grevious Clone jumped back and began to spin his two blue lightsabers while the two red ones were readied to strike. The Chaos Lord was slightly surprised as he has never seen anything that could do this, not even among the daemons. Growling, he conjured the power of Tzeentch and spewed a great ball of daemonic fire. Grevious Clone increased the spin and the fireball was dissipated by the shield of lightsaber blades.
Grevious Clone suddenly jumped and landed on the otherside of the Chaos Marine Lord. The Chaos Lord reacted surprisingly fast and swung his axe, but the red lightsaber blocked it. As soon as the axe and the lightsaber were locked, the spinning blue lightsaber came down and sliced through the arm. Just as the Chaos Lord let out a short scream, the red lightsaber on the other hand of Grevious Clone sliced through the Chaos Lord's other arm. Then the Grevious Clone opened his arms and struck all four lightsabers into the middle of the Chaos Lord's chest.
The Chaos Lord gurgled as his throat began to fill with dark purple blood. Then the Grevious Clone opened his arms again, and the Chaos Lord tumbled over in pieces. The Grevious Clone, chuckling in pleasure of victory, turned around. Suddenly, six daemonic tentacles shot out from the lower half of the Chaos Lord's body and punctured through the Grevious Clone's chest. The Grevious Clone coughed as the tentacles ravaged his chest cavity, churning the organs into bloody puree. Before he died, the Grevious Clone struck back with the lightsaber by folding his four arms backward, slicing apart the lower half of the Chaos Lord's body.
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As Gordek pondered, a Chaos Marine came to him.
"What is it?"
"The machines have just reinforced the Chaos Gate. We canno retake it."
"Are you telling me that I must flee form this world like a vermin?"
"They are too strong. There are other worlds to conquer and pillage."
"This is an insult to me!"
Gordek seethed for a moment then relented.
"Very well. Set course for nearest planet."
"Perhaps an Imperial Planet, my lord?"
"That is most welcome. However, we must take a planet that we can take with certainty. Our strength is weakened at the moment."
"Yes, my lord."
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Back in the Gargosia Sector, the forces of Imperium and the forces of other races were driven back by the inexorable invading forces of the Dracoranians. With new fleets and new dragons arriving every day, the forces of the Imperial Guards and the Space Marines were being pushed back by the sheer number. Indeed, stretched by the ten thousand years of war throughout the millions of planets of the Imperium, the forces of the Imperium rarely had a chance to fight a war of such scale. Even when fighting for several planets in a single system or even several neighbouring systems, the scale of war rarely surpassed a million soldiers.
It was truly rare, unless it was a Crusade, that small local wars and battles consumed tens millions. However, the Dracoranians were driven. Each of the dragons had fleets of nearly a hundred ships and several hundred thousand soldiers. Some of the more powerful dragons amassed fleets of hundreds of ships and millions of troops. Such dragons were the most dangerous of them all. When millions of Clones or Jaffa or Dominion Marines simply overwhelm the PDFs, there is nothing much anyone can do. Not the Necrons, not the Eldar, not the Chaos, not even the numerically superior Orks could withstand the invaders.
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"Return fire!"
Jonas roared at his techpriests and servitors as the ship rocked again. He and his flagship the Retribution class Battleship Righteous Claw, was one of the many ships out scouting for enemies when he encountered a Victory class Star Destroyer and four Acclamators and two Venators. Despite the size and the weapons aboard the Righteous Claw, she was outnumbered. The ship rocked again as the Star Destroyers hit the battleship.
"Turn portside and ready all the portside weapons! Which one is the target?"
The screen showed a Acclamator class that was following close and firing laser cannons.
"Turning!"
"Prepare to fire! Fire from the rearside weapons."
"Yes, general!"
"Target is in arc."
"Fire!"
The torpedo tubes, lance batteries and other powerful weapons on the rear of the portside fired their salvos upon the Acclamator and the rest of the portside weapons of Righteous Claw continued to fire. The shields of the Acclamator rippled on its staboardside and as the barrage continued it gave way and the powerful weapon exploded across its hull, destroying its weapons as well. As the hull of the Acclamator buckled under the firepower, explosions began to show from the inside as the torpedoes of Righteous Claw punched through the weakened hull and caused internal damages.
Righteous Claw shook again and this time, something was different.
"What now?"
"Our Void Shield on the aftside is thinning, sir. More and more impact is coming through! We already lost power to two of the engine ports, sir."
"Reroute all auxillery power to rear! Where is my fleet?"
"Rendezvous in four minutes, general!"
"Four minutes is five minutes too late, Emperor damn them!"
"Enemy approaching from starboard side!"
"Correct our course and reroute power to the starboard weapons!"
"Yes, general!"
"Turning starboard and enemy is coming into arc."
"Fire at will!"
"Yes, sir!"
A Venator class Star Destroyer approached Righteous Claw from the starboard and as she corrected her course, the Venator came into the arc, and Righteous Claw also came into the arc of the Venator's weapons as well. The powerful broadside laser cannons fired from the Venator and struck the void shield and the weakened shield allowed three shots to hit the hull. Large explosions rocked the ship just as Righteous Claw returned fire. Hundreds of torpedoes launched at the Venator class ship.
Not flinching from the powerful attack, the Star Destroyer fired several of its forward weapons that were still in arc. Powerful green energy beams streaked across the side of Righteous Claw and explosions were the trails. Fortunately, the torpedoes hit home. The deflector shields of the Venator Star Destroyer gave way as the torpedoes blasted its broadside weapons and the engine core. When one of the torpedoes penetrated the shielding mechanisms of one of the generators, the whole of the Venator's portside exploded and it began to roll. An Acclamator which was trailing close to the Venator was caught in the explosion and it got tangled in the Venator's crippled shell.
"General, we are detecting… our ships! All seventy six ships minus the scouts!"
"Excellent, tell them of our situation and get them ready to fire on our enemies."
"Yes, general."
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"Where to now, general?"
"Any casualities?"
"Some, sir, but not too serious. However, we are low on supplies. We will never make it to Cafalas without a resupply."
"Where is the nearest planet?"
"There are several planets nearby but our scouts tell us that they are all fallen. There is a conflict world… Ish'Mashak, under the command of the Crismon Gorgon's 7th Company. It has not been attacked by the Dracoraninans yet, sir."
"Very, well. Set course for it. What is the ETA?"
"Three days, sir."
"Alert the fleet. We are moving out."
"Yes, general."
Jonas and his fleet had been fleeing from the continual fall of Imperial planets by the Dracoranians. He tried to rescue and evacuate as many as possible, but the planets fell faster then they could rescue. Indeed, he had no idea how the Dracoranians were taking out the planets so fast. The fleet of the Imperium under his command travelled for three weeks and now the planet ahead of them had fallen. The spread of the Dracoranian invasion was faster than the speed of the fleet. The hyperdrives were far more efficient in travelling between the stars, and that was a distinct disadvantage Jonas and his fleet faced.
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Planet Ish'Mashak, a contested world where the Space Marines of Crimson Gorgon's 7th Company and a legion of Chaos Space Marine Word Bearers continually fight each other for the control of the planet. Its 17 million civilians and the three hundred thousand PDFs support the Crimson Gorgons 7th Company against the Chaos. In fact, the planet was evenly divided, and a large front existed on the large center continent. In the northern reaches of the main continent was a small mountain range where a hidden temple existed without the knowledge of neither the Imperium nor the Chaos. The temple was so hidden by a powerful cloaking technology and it was hiding something inside.
Inside the temple, where all things were dark, a being appeared out of nowhere, and as he moved, the lights came on. He was a young man but there was a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He smiled as the light was cast upon a pedestal where a sword was stuck. He waved his hand. The air rippled and a strange blob of energy appeared, expanded then contracted and disappeared. When the energy was gone, three figures were standing dumbfounded.
In the middle was a tall, handsome, dark haired man holding sword in water-soaked black coat. To his right, another handsome man, but more cheerful looking in short bleach blonde hair. To the left, a lean female, blue eyed and blue haired, and clad in a strange leather-like outfit. They looked around, confused and found the young man standing in front of them. The dark haired man spoke.
"Where are we?"