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...)

Replies to Comments/Reviews:

R'N'Rer: Great advice! Though I will try to make the Berserkers stronger, but cut me some slack on it this time please.

warhammerlover: I assure you that Angel and his friends will soon be gone!

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Chapter 45: Death of Melethas

The Chaos Sorceror made the first move. He pointed his staff at the two vampires and fired Doom Bolts. Powerful Warp energy crashed into Angel and Spike. The two vampires, reacted quickly by dodging to the sides. The stone steps exploded and showered them with stone fragments. Angel growled as he turned his face into a demon's ace.

"Oh, you are so gonna get it."

Angel flung himself at Melethas. Melethas, a veteran of millennias of war, was not to be taken lightly. Melethas smashed Angel aside with his free hand. Spike came upon him at that moment and grabbed on to the staff of the Chaos Sorceror. Melethas turned his head to look at Spike. Spike grinned foolishly as he tried to take the staff. They stared at each other for a couple seconds. Melethas smashed Spike in the face and he toppled over. Melethas laughed.

"Both of you are not quite human… a mutant perhaps. I will enjoy killing you."

Spike shook his head.

"I don't think you know what I am, you bloody ponce. I am William the Bloody, damn it!"

Before Melethas could reply he was kicked in the back. Illyria stood over his body. Melethas instantly sprang back up and smashed her face with a backfist. She spun and fell to the ground. Then Melethas raised his left foot to smash her. Angel tackled him and they rolled down the steps. Angel sat on Melethas' massive armoured body and punched him. The helmet dented but it did not break. Melethas growled as he calmly grabbed Angel by the head.

"I think I will crush your skull."

"Don't bet on it."

Angel knocked aside the hands and jumped off Melethas, and quickly grabbed a chain blade on the ground. Melethas stood back up and blocked Angel's attack with his staff. The chain saw of the weapon locked on to the hard metal of the staff. Melethas chuckled.

"I don't think that will get the job done."

A voice spoke to him from behind.

"I guess, but I am certain this will."

Spike trusted the power sword from a Chaos Marine and shoved into the Chaos Sorceror's back. Melethas screamed as he collapsed, with Spike grinning over his body. Angel threw away the chain blade and sighed.

"I guess that's done it, right?"

Illyria came up to them and pushed Spike aside.

"He is not dead yet."

"What?"

Melethas sprang back up and hit Spike in the face with a headbutt and then thrusted his staff into Angel's gut. Illyria reacted instantly, and knocked the staff from his hands. Melethas turned to face her. He whispered in a maddened voice.

"So, it is just between you and me, Illyria of the Primodium. I shall deliver you unto the Chaos Gods!"

Illyria cocked her head.

"Your pitiful banter amuses me. I think I will take apart your jaw."

Melethas punched her in the face and her head turned to the side. A small cut and dark bruise appeared but she turned her head back to face him. Then she smashed her fist into his helmet. The helmet did not dent or crack, but it exploded, revealing Melethas' real face. His face was truly horrific. Two pairs of glowing purple eyes flitted around and a vertical opening that appeared to be both his mouth and nose drooled sickly green ooze. There were no hairs but instead thousands of tiny thorns that seemed to move independently of each other had taken up their space. On the back of his head were six slug-like tentacles that wrapped themselves around his face. Under his face, where his chin was supposed to be, two long horns grew outward.

Illyria was indifferent to this, for she had seen uglier faces in her time. Spike or Angel would have commented on Melethas but she didn't. As the pieces of the helmet fell, Melethas kneed Illyria, pushing her back. Illyria responded by landing an upper roundhouse kick to the head followed by a reverse roundhouse kick. The sorcerer took a step back, but slammed his massive fist into Illyria's chest. She flew couple of meters up the steps and landed on the ground. Melethas did not relent. He stomped his way up the stairs to her. The Old One retaliated instantly by jumping back up and kicking him in the chest.

Melethas caught her kick and grabbed it by both hands. Illyria punched his face and kept on punching but he did not let go. Instead, he lifted her up and smashed her on to the stone steps to the left and then to the right. Still grabbing her leg, Melethas kicked her in the face three times. Illyria's shell fractured and the dark blood and blue bruises appeared. Yet, her eyes were still filled with power. She caught the fourth kick and gave Melethas some of his own medicine by throwing him down the step. Then she flung herself at him, punching his face continually until he screamed.

As Melethas opened his mouth to scream, Illyria caught the both side of this vertical mouth and spread it open. Illyria smiled as the scream got louder. Suddenly, with squelching sound, a dozen tentacles with tiny thorns shot out from the gaping hole and latched on to Illyria's face and neck. As she stretched his mouth further, the tentacles began to squeeze. Her skin broke and dark blood began to pour, while his jaw began to crack. With a sudden burst of strength, she tore apart his face, splattering his face all over the steps. The tentacles lost their strength and went limp.

Smiling smugly, she grabbed on to the head and began to pull upward. His neck began to come out from the armour, and after some more pulling, the rest of the body came out. His body was no longer humanoid but a large slug with tentacles. Attached to the humanoid husk, the slug was the Melethas. Just as Illyria lifted it up, its tentacles came back to life and wrapping themselves around her. Her body began to crack under the pressure, but she was Illyria, one of the most feared even among the Old Ones. She calmly dug into the flesh and grabbed the various daemonic organs and pulled them out. Three hearts, six pairs of lungs, four very large stomachs and other organs were pulled out and destroyed. The struggle was elemental. Whoever kills the other first was the winner.

With a last ounce of strength, Illyria punched through the body and found the spine. As Melethas screamed, she pulled it out from the body. The tentacles spasmed and went limp again.

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Spike came around and screamed as he tried to set his nose. His whole face was bleeding as he limped down the stairs for his friends. Angel was groaning on the ground. His guts were spilled out on to the stone steps but he was gathering them up. He didn't really need them but like any creature who has intestines that had not become redundent, he couldn't move well with them hanging outside. Illyria walked up to them. She looked worse than the vampires. Her entire body was covered in cowebs of cracked skin that bled dark blood. She limped and half of her face was collapsed. Angel winced as he saw that. Illyria had the face of Fred and it pained him to see it like that. Illyria ran her fingers across her face.

"These wounds will heal. The increased power has increased my healing rate. I will heal within hours."

Angel laughed weakly.

"Good for you. I still have my guts to take care of."

Spike frowned.

"So when is the guy who's suppose take that sword arriving?"

"I don't know. I am paying attention to my pain right now."

"Oh, come on! It's only a small nick in the gut. You are not even going to die from it."

"It still hurts."

"You chicken."

"You got your nose broken and knocked down. You can't say that to me, Spike."

"Yes, I can. You are a brooding Mr Forehead and I am the handsome vampire with soul who Buffy loves."

"She used you! She didn't love you."

"Well, for your information, she said 'I love you'."

"Just before you died!"

"Still, she said that, Mr 'You can't eat the dough'!"

"Why, you!"

--

Jonas felt small throbbing in his head as he walked aboard the battle barge of Captain Evial's company. Captain Evial and Chapter Master Barius decided to tag along in the same drop pod. As the fleet closed in on the planet, the headaches began to increase, not only for Jonas but for Evial and Barius, while no one else felt it. Upon discussing it, Lantexia concluded that the sword Jonas saw in the vision was drawing him in, and it had connections with all three of them.

As he climbed aboard the drop pod with his bolter, Barius tapped Jonas on the shoulder. Jonas turned his head to look. Barius gently raised his hand in salute.

"So, general, first time in the pod?"

"Yes, my lord. Though I have been given this power armour as a gift, and I wear it because of my deepest admiration of Space Marines, I have never been on a pod."

"Ha! It is not too bad, general. The initial crash and disorientation is a bit rough, but no Space Marine gets hurt by it. Since you are wearing a power armour, you… won't have any problems."

"I hope so, my lord. I am not augmented as a Space Marine, and that make it difficult for me just to operate this armour. Only thing that gets me going is the traditional genetic augmentation from my home planet."

"Which ones are those?"

"A couple of adrenaline glands and few bone marrow exchanges. Nothing too great, but the aristocracy of my planet has been doing it for centuries. It does not affect the base genetics but it does make us stronger than normal humans. Something of remaining nostalgia about the Space Marines who were on our planet long time ago."

"I see. I believe you would have made an excellent Space Marine. I don't think the Space Marine chapter who gave that armour would have given it to you unless they thought so as well."

"Well, thank you, my lord. When I was young, I hoped to be a Space Marine. Our planet was one of the planets chosen as a recruiting planet and the boys on my planet always hoped to be a Space Marine. I still remember them. Marching down our streets in their golden armour… it was so… magnificent."

"I remember something similar… though not so glarmourous in my case. My world was under constant threat from the feral Orks in the jungles. The Third Company was regularly stationed on my planet a couple of months every few years to clear out the Orks. Of course, the Orks were always there but it was so… the Space Marines were so… grand. I was overjoyed when they recruited me."

"Yes… Unfortunately, I wasn't picked. My family was overjoyed that the heir to the house was not taken away, but then I joined the nearby Imperial Guard Academy. That disappointed my parents greatly."

"Ah! So that kind of recruitment. I would have recruited you, general."

Jonas raised an eyebrow and asked skeptically.

"Really?"

Barius scoffed.

"No. Probably not. Only few selected ones are chosen."

"I guess so, my lord."

A Space Marine came and put his hand on the hatch. He looked in.

"My lords, I am closing the hatch. You will be dropped in a minute."

Evial nodded and the Space Marine closed and locked the hatch.