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.
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...)
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R'N'Rer: Thank you for noticing the mistake! I will fix it right away. It does make it comical to say 'I shall tear out our intestines!'
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PS: Sorry about the lame chapter name again... I still couldn't come up with a good one.
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Chapter 44: Melethas Rising
Melethas and three Khorne Berserkers entered the chamber and found thelves staring at the carcasses of the five Chaos Marines who went in before them. Melethas also saw the three small figures standing around near the top of the stairs. He pointed at them with his staff.
"They must be the guardians of this temple. Though pitiful they are, kill them."
The Khorne Berserkers growled in agreement and began to climb up the steps.
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Angel & Co stared at the new comers. They looked similar to the previous visitors but these ones were bigger and obviously stronger. They also had a leader of sorts. Illyria spoke.
"I will take out these. They are mine. Do not interfere."
Spike snickered.
"Come on, luv. You can't take all the fun."
"I can. I am Illyria."
Angel sighed.
"We know. You keep repeating your name. We know you have a massive ego."
Illyria nodded.
"Very well. You may take that one on the left."
Spike frowned.
"What? Two on one both ways?"
"It is my generosity that allows you to take that one, otherwise I will kill them all by myself."
Spike sighed.
"Fine, little Shiva. Master brooding here and I will take that one."
Illyria nodded and walked down the steps.
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The two Khorne Berserkers charged at Illyria. The first one to reach her swung his axe, and she caught by one hand then she grabbed the other axe as well. As the Old One and the Khorne's warrior measured each other's strength, the other Khorne Berserker came from behind Illyria and swung his axe at Illyria's waist. The two daemonic warriors smiled as they expected to see her chopped in half. Unfortunately for them, the axe was not strong enough. The leather outfit was grazed but she was unharmed.
Though unharmed, she was knocked foreward. She fell on ther back and the first Khorne Berserker stomped on her with his massive boot. He stomped again and again, and when he stopped to see her dead body, he found himself staring at Illyria's burning blue eyes. She shot up and repeatedly punched into the Berserker's chest. Her punches were so fast that her arms could barely be seen. The chest plate crumbled and cracked.
The other Berserker hit her again and again on her back to no avail. The attacked Berserker attempted to smash her down on to the ground. As she kept on punching him, her feet dug into the stone steps from the poundings. Unable to stand the punches of the Old One, the Berserker punched her in the face, flinging her across the broad step. Not taking chances, the other Berserker flung himself at her and smashed down with his axes.
Gathering her hands she blocked the attack and kicked the attacking Berserker in the chest and used the rebound to get up again. The Berserker stumbled backward and Illyria went on the offensive. She punched twice and landed a roundhouse kick to his left, causing the Berserker stumbing up the steps. Suddenly, the Berserker whose chest plate was now in tatters grabbed her from behind. The massive hands held her arms as the other Berserker regained his posture and punched her. Not giving them any advantage over her, she spun and kicked the attacking Berserker with two feet.
This spinning allowed her to escape the grasp. Before the Berserker could react, she grabbed the lower edge of the chest plate and lifted upward. The force of Illyria and the tattered status of the chest plate allowed her to rip out a chunk from the outer layer of the armour. Then she punched through the hole and caught one of the hearts and pulled it out. She cocked her head.
"You have more than one heart."
The Berserker coughed but laughed as he replied.
"I am a Berserker of Khorne! I will render you bloody!"
"Try it, little being. You are nothing but a grain of sand to a mountain. I am Illyria, god-king of Primodium, a paramount demon even among the Old Ones."
Berserker struck her face with his fist as he replied.
"Only the god of Chaos are powerful. All others are nothing!"
Illyria was interested. She wanted to hear of these gods of Chaos. They sounded like her kind. She squeezed the heart and threw it aside then jumped and elbowed the Berserker on the face. She then noticed the Chaos Sorceror down the steps watching them fight. She decided to ask that one after she killed the two she was fighting.
The other Berserker grabbed her by the waist and threw her down and then kicked her. She quickly got back up and punched him in the chest, which knocked him down. Just as the first Berserker came at her, she evaded him and jumped on to the Berserker on the ground. She sat astride on his chest and pounded him with both her fists. Then she plunged into the helmet of the Berserker with her fingers. With a sickening crunch, the skull cracked as she punched through the eyes and fingered the brain.
The first Berserker kicked her and she was flung down with brain on her hands. Illyria rolled to the side and got back up. Shaking off the brain and the blood, she looked at the first Berserker. The Berserker jumped at her and she instinctively slowed the time and she punched the Berserker right in the middle of the chest. The temporal delay ended and the Berserker went flying into the air and fell several steps below. She charged down and grabbed the Berserker by the helm. The Berserker tried to get up but the punch was far more damaging that he first thought. The impact on his nervous system, though mutated they were, were shaking from the small temporal displacement.
Illyria looked down at the downed Berserker.
"You are an intereting daemon. A hybrid, obviously, but you were forcibly changed. Mutated and then daemonized. Most interesting. Your Chaos Gods must indeed be powerful to have warriors such as you, and have you as a mere footsoldier. Though not as powerful as when I was at my peak, this still interests me. Should I ever regain my powers, I might come to this dimension and conquer it."
Then before the Berserker could spit out a single curse, she plunged her hand into the hole in the armour and ripped out the spine. She made sure that the armour was ripped open so that the spine was undamaged. Her trophies were more important than the lives of millions for her trophies were hers. As she carefully gathered the spine and the skull, she saw that her companions were fighting a winning battle as well. They were battered and bruised but the increased strength allowed them to triumph against a single Khorne Berserker.
When she was done with collecting two new trophies and adding them to the first collection, she saw Angel and Spike walking toward her. Spike waved.
"You had fun, didn't ya, blue?"
Illyria nodded.
"It was enjoyable, but I believe that a real fight is with that one."
She pointed at the Chaos Sorceror and Angel nodded.
"Yes. I believe you are right. That one has that kind of aura that says 'I'm the boss'."
Spike scoffed.
"I say 'Bring it on, ponce!' and kick his butt."
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Melethas watched the fighting styles of the guardians and recognised their strength, but they were physical powers. The blue one had something else, but he was confident that he could take her. As his Khorne Berserkers were killed, he casted a spell on himself for an increased strength and channelled the power of the Warp into his body. Then he slowly walked up to them. He wanted to talk to them first. The tall, dark one was obviously the leader, but the blue one was the most powerful. He stood in front of the three and spoke to them.
"I am Chaos Sorceror Melethas. I am here to claim the artefact inside this temple. I would love to kill you, but I am a wise man. Swear your aligence to me, and to the Chaos, and claim your servitude to the gods of Chaos by surrendering your soul, and I shall spare you. I would hate to see such talent to be wasted."
Angel scoffed.
"Look, Melethas. My name is Angel, and I don't surrender my soul. It's rather important to me, and I would like to have it intact, so why don't we just kill you and get it over with. It's just that you are not getting your hands on whatever you are seeking."
Melethas grinned behind his helmet.
"Well, we will see about that, Angel. I will make you my servants whether you like it or not."
Spike interrupted.
"Hey, you armour-clad ponce, we are not giving up our soul… though the blue there dosen't have one and the Mister Forehead here, well, his soul so flimsy."
Angel turned to Spike.
"My soul is flimsy. It's just the curse."
"Yeah, that's why your soul is so flimsy and flighty."
"What about yours?"
"Mine is not like that. I won my soul back. You have no idea how hard I fought for my soul. Mine wasn't dumped on me like garbage into a garbage truck."
"Hey, my soul is not garbage. My soul is what Buffy loved me for."
"She liked your face, but not your soul. Well, your soul was the part that made you broody, and that's what she fell for. As for me, she liked me in… many ways."
Angel frowned.
"She used you."
"She liked using me… and she didn't need to kill me everytime she gave me a happy, mate."
"Why, you!"
Illyria stepped in.
"Enough! We have an enemy to fight."
She looked at Melethas.
"I do not like sorcerors. One of such sorcerors killed Wesley. I still felt grief and pain. I do not like them, and I do not like you. I think I will crush your skull like I did to the one who killed Wesley."
Melethas stared at her.
"Who are you? I can feel your power. There is something else about you… something ancient."
Illryia smiled cruelly.
"I am Illyria, a demon of ancient world. I was god to a god in the world long forgotten. I was a great power even among the Old Ones. I was all there was to know. I was Illyria, and that was all there was… now I am trapped in this shell… but this shell is enough to crush you."
Melethas growled.
"Try it and find out if you can. I serve the Chaos Gods! I will blast you all to the Immaterium so that I will enjoy an eternity of torturing you."
Then he pointed his staff at them. Angel reacted quickly and grabbed Spike out of the way. Doom bolts exploded where they had just stood and Illyria took the brunt of the explosion. Melethas smiled under his helmet but when the dust cleared, Illyria just stood there. They stared at each other for a moment, and Illyria made the first move. She punched him in the face and he knocked her aside with his staff. Though the helmet was dented, he was unhurt.
Angel and Spike jumped on him. As the fight began Melethas laughed in a maddened voice as the madness that is the Chaos Gods was poured into him.