Hello everyone! Really sorry about not posting in a while, but I was sick and very busy, but mostly very busy.

We last left hour seven heroes as six of them were charging a space marine with 36,000-year-old weapons and no way to pierce the armor. Let's just say that it did not end well.

The sailor met the Blood Raven head on, stabbing into the marine's armor but doing no damage. The bayonet did not even seem to make contact with skin! "What type of armor is this?" he wondered. However, it was the last thing he said for a while, because James elbowed him in the face, causing a major concussion and knocking him out instantly. James drew his bolter and prepared to fire, when suddenly a figure flashed by and stole his gun! It was the girl that has not been mentioned that much yet. James became angry. A girl dares steal my sacred weapon? He then rushed the girl, angling his shoulder in order to pummel her, but at the last second, she sidestepped the Space Marine, tripping him in such an embarrassing way that she couldn't help laughing.

"What was that you did, heretic?" asked James. He was a Blood Raven after all, and he wanted to know how she did it. Knowledge is power.

"I have studied ju-jitsu, the art of using the opponent's strength against himself. But between you and me, I sneak a bit of my strength in there too." (FYI to readers, yes, I know that is probably not a ju-jitsu technique.)

James got up, infuriated, and tried to tackle her again. However, when she sidestepped, he adjusted, and finally pummeled her to the ground. Two down. He thought.

The twins looked at each other; now they were mad. Both of them had a small crush on the girl at this point, so of course they tried to take out the Blood Raven. They charged, holding the guns by the barrel so as to use them as clubs. Both of them swung their weapons simultaneously, but James stepped back at the last second. The twins missed and hit each other in the forehead. They were knocked out instantly.

Now there was only one left, the olive-skinned one. He had a grim look of determination on his face, and James could feel the anger radiating from his body.

"Why do you dare oppose the might of the Adeptus Astartes?" James bellowed.

Hector smoothed back his hair and began, "well, I don't know, maybe it's because you JUST FUCKING COMMITTED GENOCIDE!"

The boy's insolence surprised him. No commoner would dare show such disrespect towards a Space Marine. And genocide? He had never heard that word before, although he knew enough High Gothic prefixes and suffixes to get the gist. Did he mean righteous cleansing? It sounded like purifying a planet of vile xenos was wrong in his eyes. What a heretic! "We purified the planet in the Emperor's name, for the good of mankind!"

Now it was Hector's turn to be shocked. "You mean that, you represent the government of mankind?" He threw up his hands. "God! Did Hitler come back from the dead? You know, where I come from, killing is illegal according to UN Space Code 1162!"

James was about to say something, until he saw movement in his peripheral vision. Without thinking, he turned around, bolter drawn, to see Alexander stumbling towards the other boy. His nose was bleeding, and he had a deep cut on his lip. "Wait, you said you represent humanity? What year is it?"

"Why, M39 111, of course!"

"M39?" Asked Alexander perplexedly.

"Yes, M39, millennium 39. Or, if you are feeling like saying the whole thing, it's 38,111."

Alexander nearly collapsed from shock. "God help us."

"How can this be possible?" Hector wondered. "We all should have died!" Cryo pods only last 100 years, maximum. It's almost like we-"

"We represent the government of the United Nations of Earth, which stands for freedom and humanity," interrupted Alexander. "We would have come in peace under different circumstances, but the Eldar portrayed you as evil." And rightly so.

"You killed one of our battle-brothers," growled James. "I may not kill you now, but the Blood Ravens will never forgive you. However, knowledge is power, and you ancients may have knowledge we could use. You will come with me to the captain, who is aboard the Ravenous Spirit. There, we will decide your fate."

With that, the seven men painfully began to shamble towards the Space Marine, following him to his ship. What else was there to do? In situations like these, the only thing someone can do is make friends with the guy with the gun (and massive power armor).

Alexander hated the Ravenous Spirit the moment he stepped onboard. It was a massive, ugly metal monstrosity; it looked like a medieval gothic cathedral converted into a space ship. He could almost imagine gargoyles jutting out from the sides. Medieval Europe was the bane of his existence. It was like Rome but…worse. At least the Romans had a sense of honor, but knights…he never got along with them. Not only did they not bathe, but they destroyed everything in their path. The Romans did too, but knights' tactics were…inhuman. And quite honestly, they were nothing like Romans. They were barbarians who claimed that they were trying to build a second Roman Empire. Alexander was so disgusted with them that he left Europe, allowing his brother to become King Louis XIV, who, though despotic, brought civility back. Meanwhile, he left for Japan, where he mastered the katana and ninja.

Japan seemed pretty tempting right about now.

He did not trust these, what did James call himself? These Adeptus Astartes. They reminded him of knights, leaving a trail of destruction in the name of an unachievable greater good. There was something redeeming in the warrior's words, "knowledge is power." So they were scholars as well. Great! They're literate! They were already better than most knights. Maybe he could engage in an intelligent conversation, but first he looked at his surroundings. They were in an uncomfortable conference room, probably in the center of the ship, and it joined with the bridge. There were no seats, so the prisoners had to sit on the cold metal floor.

"So…" began Alexander. "Since we've been covered in ice for 36 millennia, do you mind telling us what has happened?"

James explained everything to them. The Golden age of Technology, the Emperor's conquest of the earth, the Dark Age of Technology, the First Founding, the Horus Heresy, and the semi-death of the Emperor. He told them that they, the Space Marines, genetically-modified bad asses, were divided into chapters and charged with protecting humanity from different alien races.

The story took quite a long time, as James tended to embellish the Emperor's glory like a good Space Marine. All the while, Alexander began to speculate about who this Emperor was. There is only one psyker in the world who's that powerful. He thought.

"So," asked James, finally finished with his story. "What was Terra like in ancient times?"

"I will gladly answer your question, but… why are we not moving yet?" The ship had been floating in space for a few hours, and the group was starting to become bored.

"We have to fix the Warp drive first," replied James.

Alexander began to ask, "why in the world would you need a…" Alexander's eyes widened. "Are you insane!? You are artificially boring a hole into one of the most unstable areas that humanity can reach, which is full of demons and God knows what!"

James shrugged. "Well, we have Gellar Shields."

Alexander threw up his arms, wincing in pain (His arms were bruised from trying to block the blow of a Space Marine with a bronze shield). "Of course! Shields! Manmade unstable energy systems on an archaic vessel, defending us against the most powerful beings in the universe! Oh, that makes perfect sense!"

"Even if daemons breach them, there is still an 80% chance that you'll survive."

He stared back at James. "Whatever. Anyways, our government was the United Nations, or UN, a coalition of nations led by the five victors of an ancient war. At one point, all of these countries had their time of being the most powerful in the world. Their names were Russia, France, China, Britain, and America." Alexander winced at the sound of all of these names. That was where he belonged, (or when he belonged) back in a world where medieval Europe was only discussed in history textbooks, and people argued over first world problems. (However, by 2115, most countries only had first world problems. Except of course for Antarctica. Yes, the treaty regarding Antarctica's independence was destroyed. Their living conditions were not up to par with UN regulations when Alexander left Earth but now…) "Anyways, our leaders were elected by a popular vote, or, most of them at any rate."

James looked surprised. "What an interesting way to rule. How did anything get done?"

Alexander opened his mouth to explain how nothing got done, but just then another Space Marine entered the room. "Lieutenant," he said. The Warp drive is ready. The Captain recommends that our…" he turned towards the colonists with disgust. "…guests are strapped in. Their frail bodies could not handle the turbulent ride through the Warp." The new marine laughed at them, as if he thought he was superior. Now Alexander knew he was a bully, like the average medieval knight. He thought he was better because some superstitious priests gave him a flashy suit of armor and a gun that goes boom. Well, he wasn't going to get away with this. He began to walk out of the room.

"Computer," said Alexander as he strapped himself into a rickety chair. "Hack that guy's suit's control center, whatever it is."

"And what should I do, sir?"

The old Spartan smiled. "Use your artificially constructed imagination."

The ship began to shudder, and a tear opened up in Space. As the ship left reality, Alexander heard a howl of pain as a certain Space Marine's armor went haywire as it made him punch himself in the face.

Now, to respond to comments!

Philip222: Quite honestly, I have no idea what's going on either.

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