Warhammer
Star Wars
Episode III
Two Galaxies Saga
The Awakening
Prologue
Dramatis Persona
Alexander Durin, Magi of the Adeptus Mechanicus - male human
Arkan Lathorise, Captain of the Custodian Guard – male human
Bas Grant, Lord Militant General of the Imperial Guard – male human
Dominic Hue, Captain-General of the Custodian Guard – male human
Emperor, God-Emperor of the Imperium of Man – male Ascended human
Fabricator General, High Lord of the Adeptus Mechanicus – male human
Lion El'Jonson, Primarch of the Dark Angels Space Marine Legion – male human (Immortal)
Master Inquisitor, High Lord of the Inquisition – male human
Roboute Guilliman, Primarch of the Ultramarines Space Marine Legion – male human (Immortal)
Void-Dragon, C'tan Star-God – unknown
Xavier Winters, Admiral of the Imperial Navy – male human
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The Emperor walked down the ancient corridors of the Imperial palace, taking in every grey stone, the tapestries on the walls, the fragrant whiff of incense. He took it all in and sighed in satisfaction, it had been so long since he had walked the halls of the ancient palace, the centre of power for the Imperium he had forged for the better of humanity and the galaxy.
So much had changed in ten thousand years, he had watched it change. Powerless too stop the spreading corruption and injustices taking place across the galaxy. Powerless too stop those who abused their positions to meet their own ends instead of the needs of the masses. He was not so powerless anymore, changes would be made and the Imperium would rise too its height of power once again.
The dissolving of the High Lords of Terra and the reduction of their political powers was just the first step. A cleansing was necessary for the Inquisition and the Ecclestriarch, those who used their powers to destroy and slaughter needed too be replaced. Planetary governments needed too be scrutinised and, if need be reformed.
To do this he needed to hand pick a new council of war. He needed to summon every surviving loyalist Primarch back to him. He needed to choose proper commanding officers from the best military personnel, Lord Militant Generals, Lord Admirals, Warmaster's, strategists, certain former High Lords. He needed the best.
Finally he came too his destination, a set of double doors made of solid oak with the engravings of the four great assassin temples etched into its surface. He opened the meter thick doors without breaking his stride and stalked into the realm of the Lord Assassin, the most powerful warrior from the four temples and the former High Lord, the former representative of these organisations.
The Lord Assassin sat behind a great oak desk, his body covered in sleek midnight black armour with ablack, skull shaped mask over his face. He rose as the Emperor approached him, bowed deeply and remained standing. No words were spoken from him, there was no need.
"Lord Assassin" the Emperor began "I created your organisations for the betterment of the Imperium of Man, giving your predecessor, the first Lord Assassin absolute authority too assassinate anyone who posed a threat too the security of the Imperium"
The Lord Assassin nodded in agreement, but continued too remain silent.
"But over the millennia things changed, the alliance of assassin temples ended up becoming lapdogs for the other High Lords, you became a shadow of what you were supposed too be" he took several steps towards the assassin and as they stood face too face it became apparent that the Emperor towered over the former High Lord by almost a meter and a half. He handed the assassin a datapad "This device holds the names of those that need to be removed from power. Inquisitors, planetary governors, military leaders, cardinals, I leave the ways in which they are too be disposed off too the discretion of the assassin temples"
"As of this moment Lord Assassin your position as a High Lord is over" the emperor continued "But I have another purpose for you, as of this moment you are too have a permanent seat on my new council of war, you will be given responsibilities which must be followed through perfectly. Do I make myself clear?"
The assassin gave a curt nod, and as the Emperor turned too leave he bowed deeply once again. Once the Emperor had gone and the double doors closed behind him he sat back down on his chair and began reading through the list of targets for his assassin temples. His thoughts were ones of joy and excitement, at last the assassins would have an important role too play, and at last they were given a voice. At that moment the Lord of Assassins realised that he would follow the Emperor until his bones had been ground into the earth.
The Emperor continued to stalk down the corridors away from the assassin's shrine, a small squad of Custodian Guards flanked him as he walked, their guardian spears held high and proud.
"Captain" the Emperor called.
"Yes my lord"
"Bring me the Fabricator General. There is a serious problem which I need to discuss with him"
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On the surface the red planet of Mars remained as barren and desolate as it had been since the Horus Heresy. The red mountains and wastelands remained devoid of life. The ruins of ancient cities dotted the surface. Skeletal remains of thousands of war machines from the great battle that took place there ten thousand years ago were scattered across the landscape, half buried into the poisonous soils and slowly rusting away.
But below the surface was a different matter. Below the surface of the red planet were hundreds of catacombs from ancient underground bases and research stations. These catacombs stretched across the red planet like dried up arteries and went as deep as two kilometres.
An army of angry spirits was silently using these underground passages. Gleaming metal skeletons, crafted after some ancient alien race whose name was long since forgotten eerily wandered through the passages and corridors. Among this army were the forms of Tech-priests and Tech-Guard, their implants and mechanically enhanced brains corrupted by the unholy powers of their new master.
In an ancient chamber the Void-Dragon sat on a black high-backed chair which glistened even though the room was devoid of any light, silently watching the events taking place across the solar system through his unnatural eyes. Fleets of Necron Tombships were on the move, travelling across the sector to the Sol system. Their lords drawn to the awakening of their master like moths to a naked flame. Armies of Necron warriors and converted humans were gathering on mass, fortifying this world and turning it into a stronghold to repel the pathetic human empire all around them.
His own powers had returned and with them his true form and ability. No longer could he act like an adolescent child, his mind had grown with his powers. With the completion of his physical body and the restoration of his powers he had turned into a silent wraith, a phantom ready too tear all in his way apart.
The Imperium would fall.
And the Star-Gods would feast on a ripe galaxy.