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.

Sorry for being absent for so long. These three chapters are all that I have written for a while... but now I am fired up again!

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Chapter 49: The Guide and the Orb

Angel winced in pain as he aimed a bolter at a Cultist and fired it with his left arm. Four large bolts hit a cultist, whose body exploded in a shower of blood. His right arm was now a stump, bleeding slowly, and he lost his left leg below the knee. This injury stoped him from fighting with hands, so he leaned on the wall with one of the Chaos Marines' bolter and fired at the enemy. Angel and his friends have been slowly pushed up the steps and into the chamber. Illyria was still standing strong and fighting the Chaos forces, killing them one by one. However, even she was wounded. Her shell was covered with web-like fracture-lines that oozed dark blue blood. Spike had lost an eye but he was still fighting with a chain sword, chopping down a cultist.

Just as they finished off the last Chaos Cultist, they heard others from the gate downstairs. Angel winced as he raised the bolter. From the door came through the Space Marines of the White Hammers and two Space Marines from the Crimson Gorgons. They climbed up the stairs, clearing the path of the dead Chaos Marines with glee. Jonas, Evial and Barius followed them with the Terminators behind them. They thought that it was strange that all of the Chaos Marines and the Cultists were dead, and the Chaos Sorceror was dead too. Evial presumed that there were guardians in the temple, protecting the sword from the Chaos. As they arrived at the top of the stairs, they found more Chaos corpses and the three figures standing between them and the sword in the pedestal.

One of the Crimson Gorgons walked forth but Illyria got in his way. The Space Marine growled as other Space Marines raised their bolters. Illyria did not even flinch.

"You are not the one to take the sword there, insignificant maggot. Come any closer, and you shall meet the same fate as other maggots that I've killed here."

The Space Marine roared.

"How dare you! We are the Emperor's finest! Do not compare us with the filth of the Chaos! That artefact belongs to the Emperor and his Imperium!"

Angel spoke.

"Sorry, but we have to guard it until the rightful owner comes along, and you are obviously not the one."

Strangely impatient, the Space Marine struck Illyira with his sword. The other Space Marines were alarmed at this as such irrational move was clearly ill-advised seeing the dead bodies of Chaos Marines and Berserkers on the ground. The sword skewered Illyria. Then she looked up. Frowning slightly, she grabbed the Space Marine's arm by her left hand and pulled him closer. The Space Marine attempted to resist, but Illyria's powers were greater. She raised her right fist and began to punch him in the face. White Hammer raised their bolters but when Angel fired few shots at their feet, they stopped. They were confident that a dying female, though she may have killed so many, would not hurt a Space Marine with armour. They were wrong. Her punches broke through and she pulled out the Space Marine's head.

Illyria tossed the head at their feet, and the Space Marines, looking down at it for a moment, all raised their bolters. Then Barius roared.

"Halt!"

They all paused. Barius raised his power sword and pointed at Illyria, and asked a question.

"You must be the guardians of this place. Am I correct?"

Illyria answered.

"We are not the guardians of this place, but we have been charged with the protection of the sword."

Jonas and Evial looked at the sword and the two vampires standing guarding it. Unlike Illyria, they looked human. Barius noticed them too.

"They appear to be humans. It is impossible for two unarmoured and unaugmented humans to defeat the Chaos Marines… especially this many. You are obviously not human."

Illryria smiled.

"I am Illyria, the god-king of Primodium, a paramount demon of ancient times. I have been summoned here with my… companions."

Barius raised his power sword.

"If you are a daemon, then you are a servant of Chaos Gods… Why would you fight the Chaos Marines?"

Illyria's temper flared.

"I am servant of no one! I am that I am. I do not consort with these… Chaos Gods. I was god to a god! I will not bow to any mere daemonic gods of your world!"

Barius bit his lips to stop himself from answering that with an insult. Instead he decided to get the sword first.

"We have come to claim the sword in the name of God Emperor and the good of the Imperium."

Spike walked up to them and sniggered.

"Well, that's though. We were given specific instructions as to who we should give it to."

Jonas joined the conversation.

"Who is that?"

As soon as Jonas approached a certain range of the pedastal, the sword began to glow blue. Illyria and Spike turned to see it. Angel nodded. Smiling, Spike answered.

"Apparently, it's yours, mate. Go and get it so we can get outta here."

Everyone stood rather awkwardly before Jonas made a move. As if he was under a trance, he walked toward the sword. Slowly, Jonas reached forth and grabbed the handle of the sword. Feeling gentle vibrations as the metal glove of the power armour wrapped around the soft fabric of the handle, Jonas pressed his fingers and gripped it hard.

A sudden rush of power filled Jonas. Every ends of his nerves sizzled with strange ecstasy of power and they moved up through his spine into the brain. His eyes rolled upward as he felt the power flow through him. The pedastal exploded and the sword was revealed. It was rather big. It was slightly longer than a normal power sword. For a Terminator it would have been a good sized sword but big for a Battlebrother. Jonas lifted it as if it weighed nothing. He held it up for a minute or so until the euphoria passed.

Just as Jonas lowered his sword, they all heard footsteps of a child. A boy of ten years or so came from the dark end of the room. He was wearing a strange white cloak with hood. His dark blond hair and deep blue eyes seemed to fit him perfectly. The boy stood in front of Jonas and positioned himself so that everyone could see him. Before Jonas could speak, the child spoke first, his voice ringing clearly within the chamber.

"I see that you finally got the Sword of Man. Good for you! Though it would have been easier if you used your orb."

Jonas inquired.

"My orb?"

The child seemed surprised.

"You don't have your orb? I am my master give it to your Emperor."

"I don't understand? Who are you?"

The child smiled.

"I am the Guide. I am to guide you through the trail to complete your ascension as one of the Chosen Ones."

"What are you? Are you a daemon of some kind?"

The child raised his shoulders.

"Well… not exactly. I am more of an amalgamation of human and daemon. Of course I am not a daemon of this universerse and do not serve the Chaos Gods."

"Can you prove that?"

"Well, I can't prove anything if you are sceptical about it anyway. However, I do have a job. It is to guide you and your fellows to complete your quest. Unfortunately, without your orbs, you cannot begin your trail… Even if you have one of the pieces. Of course, this acquisition would allow you to go through physical challenges with some ease."

Barius stepped up and raised his power sword.

"You will tell us whatever it is that you know, foul daemon!"

The child smiled and flicked his hand. Barius suddenly crashed into the wall as if he was thrown. The Guide spoke.

"You are not strong enough to fight me or force me, human. Not yet. When you have the orbs, I will guide you. Until then, goodbye!"

Spike shouted at that moment.

"Hey what about us?"

The Guide paused and looked at Angel and his friends' injuries.

"Well, I am guessing that my master promised you things right?"

Spike sniggered.

"Damn right, he did. He promised many things."

The child sighed and narrowed his eyes.

"Well, I guess I should… deal with you first."

Then he waved his hand. Much to the surprise of Jonas and others, Angel, Spike and Illyria disappeared in a single moment. The Guide just smiled and turned to Jonas.

"Now, I have to go… but when you get the orbs and reach the next point in your journey… I will be there. Oh, I think you may want to get out of here soon."

He peered upward.

"Your enemies have followed you here. You better hurry."

"What?"

"They are coming from the stars."

Then with a small flash of light, the Guide disappeared. Everyone was confused but when the whole temple vibrated under the stray fire from the starships, they immediately recognise the need to escape the temple. Evial rallied the Space Marines.

"Come on, brothers. It is time to leave!"

--

Just as the Chaos Lord killed the Captain of the Crimson Gorgon forces, a hyperspace window formed a thousand kilometers from the planet. From the hyperspace window came out six Goa'uld Ha'taks came out and moved toward the planet. One of the Ha'taks was slightly bigger than others and it seemed to command the other ships. Inside the bridge of the flagship, a Goa'uld sat in his throne watching the planet haughtily. He barked at his Jaffa.

"Jaffa, scan the planet for the temple!"

"Yes, my lord."

The scans revealed the temple with four ships in low orbit. Apparently they had noticed the Ha'taks and three of the ships began to rise. The Goa'uld raised his hand and the screen filled with a face. The Goa'uld bowed his head lightly and spoke.

"My lord, I have found the temple on the planet."

The man on the screen also spoke in Goa'uld voice.

"Excellent! Our master will be pleased. We know that the ships of this 'Imperium' are powerful. I will reinforce you. Our master will also be joining us soon. Until then, engage them."

The Goa'uld seemed startled.

"Engage them, my lord? My fleet is small… and I hear that these… primitives have powerful ships."

The Goa'uld on the screen sneered.

"Are you afraid, Jaroks?"

"No, but…"

"I will not have this discussion. You will obey!"

The Goa'uld bowed his head.

"Yes, my lord."

The screen reverted to show the three ships rising from the low orbit. The Goa'uld growled as he stood up and pointed at them.

"Fire all weapons on those ships!"

--

Large orange plasma balls rained down upon the three ships, exploding upon the weakened void shield as the shield was unable to maximise protection of the ship because of the atmosphere. Even though they were large ships, the constant bombardment took their toll as the bits of the Imperium's ships fell off. A dozen plasma balls splattered against the side of the front-most ship and they melted and destroyed several lances and torpedo launchers. As the bombardment continued, the ships of Imperium began to head toward the space, allowing them to minimize the total surface area being under attack.

With a great spark, one of the consoles exploded and a Servitor quickly moved to put out the fire. The ship shook again and the captain of the ships growled as he picked himself back up and sat down on his chair. He barked orders at his officers.

"Report!"

The resident Techpriest reported first.

"The machine spirit is suffering! The Void Shield is not as effective when we are within the atmosphere."

One of the operations officers spoke.

"My lord, we are receiving reports of casualties throughout the topside and the front most sections, sir."

"Return fire!"

The Techpriest screamed.

"The Machine Spirit cannot guarantee accuracy, lord captain."

"Just fire!"

The surviving torpedoes launchers fired their payloads. As they sprayed themselves across a large area, sometimes exploding against the shield of the Ha'taks, the plasma fire continued. Many of the plasma balls were simply too inaccurate and bombarded the planet's surface, hitting the temple.