Hello, all of my readers! Once again, due to this thing called life, I haven't had any time to write. However, over Thanksgiving break this week, I have special surprise. I wrote two chapters! Please don't hesitate to ask questions. If you have any complaints, I have my violin ready. Thanks.

The one part about warp travel that Alexander hated was not the fact that there was a possibility of huge monsters that could invade the ship at any time and kill him and his comrades. No, the problem was this:
It was too bumpy.

Sitting in metal chair with no padding was more excruciating than the time he nearly cracked his head open on the nose of the sphinx in ancient Egypt while fighting a minor demon prince. (However, the sphinx's nose suffered worse damage than he did.) The satisfaction of knowing that the arrogant Space Marine's power armor had made him punch himself in the face did make him laugh for a few minutes, but after an hour sitting like this, he grew bored. Then he looked towards his comrades and realized something: he didn't even know their names! Granted, he hadn't had much time during the genocide, but still… My brain must still be frozen, Alexander thought to himself.

Let's see… I already know a bit about Hector, a rule-following self-righteous leader, how about the twins.

"So," began Alexander. "What are your names?"

"I'm Fred," answered the one on the left.

"And I'm George!" relied the other.

Alexander was shocked, and a bit annoyed. "Really? Your names are Fred and George? That is so weird, because I remember reading about two mischievous twins with the same name and looks…"

"Our mom and dad were huge fans of the classics, like, you know, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Star Trek, Hunger Games, Lord of the Rings, stuff like that," said George ( or was it Fred? You know what, never mind. I'm just not going to try.) "They were so into it that not only did they name us after their two favorite Harry Potter characters, they made us read them!"

"And did you like them?"

"They were awful! The language was too complicated. We couldn't understand anything!"

"Well, I could," chimed in Fred.

"Shut up Fred."

Alexander decided he knew enough about them, and decided to move on to the girl. "What's your name?" Immediately, the girl turned away. "Come on, don't be shy. I'm not going to hurt you. Well, at least, I won't. These Space Marines guys might." Wrong thing to say. The girl ignored him.

"Don't worry about Mary," said the old sailor guy. "She's a bit shy. I'm her grandpa. Name's Robert."

"Does Bob work?" asked Alexander.

"Yes, Robert works fine, thank you."

Alexander respected that. "Fine. Robert it is. How did you get here?"

Robert was opened his mouth to explain, but at that very moment the doors opened, and a hulking figure emerged. He was not in his battle armor, and he had a very bad bruise underneath his left eye.

Crap. Thought Alexander. This isn't going to end well.

The Space Marine began to pace in front of the prisoners. "An hour ago," he began. "My sacred Power Armour malfunctioned, causing me to punch myself in the face five times, augmented by powerful servo-motors. One of you," he pointed at the group, "One of you did this to me." Alexander almost laughed and fought to suppress a smile. "To those who think this is funny," he continued, "I am Captain Trythos, Commander of the Watch of the Blood Ravens Third Company." The gravity of the situation dawned on the prisoners. The person who had done this was going to die, or be beaten within an inch of their life. All eyes looked to Alexander.

Alexander stood up. "Yes. Yes, I admit, I did it. But you, my friend, are guilty of two crimes which are far worse than messing up your pretty face. 1st, you ordered the slaughter of an entire species due to your superiority complex, and 2nd, you have too much hubris for my taste. Think of the embarrassment as a lesson in humility." He spat at the Space Marine. "And don't you forget it."

Trythos's face turned red, then blue, and then a lovely shade of indigo. Alexander tried to hold a straight face, but he was terrified. This Space Marine was not only stronger than him, but he also hadn't been frozen in cryo for thousands of years, and Alexander was still probably only at 10% physical capacity. Odds are that his brain wasn't at full capacity either, so his reaction time wouldn't be that amazing, coupled with the fact that he really never learned how to use his psychic abilities to their full potential. He wasn't even sure how he had been able to stand up while fighting James on the planet.

"You will pay dearly for this, peasant! I challenge you to a duel!" Trythos drew his sword, which crackled with energy and reminded Alexander of a light saber, with a sword inside it. "Nobody give this heretic a weapon! He does not deserve it!"

"Peasant? You're a coward for challenging a person to a duel without giving your opponent a weapon! Art thou a man?!"

Trythos snapped. Maybe it was because Alexander quoted Shakespeare, or because Trythos was sensitive about having his humanity questioned. Whatever the case, insults were not going to stop a super soldier armed with a primitive light saber barreling towards Alexander. He bent his knees and waited to try to evade.
The odds, however, were not in his favor.

Fred and George watched this scene unfold, finding it funny yet horrifying.

"Fred," said George.

"What?"

"We have to help Alexander. They're gonna kill him!"

"Ok, have any ideas?" Suddenly, their minds went into overdrive. They were able to thinker faster and see clearer. The twins looked around for a few moments, until they saw a sword strapped to one of the space marine's weapon belt on his right shoulder. The problem was that the marine was ten feet tall, so George got on his feet and bent down, preparing to launch Fred into the air.
"Ok George, on 5." At that moment, another marine turned and drew his pistol.

"Five!" They both simultaneously shouted. Fred jumped onto George's shoulders, who gave him a boost. Fred used George as a springboard to grab the sword and toss it to Alexander in midair.

Alexander saw the blade fly through the air and knew that it was his only chance. Trythos was about to swing his sword and decapitate him, so he reached as far as he could. Trythos began his swing. Alexander caught the sword and pressed the button. The primitive light saber came to life, emitting a harsh blue light. Alexander lifted his sword and blocked the devastating blow an inch away from his face. However, the force of Trythos's blow was enough to send Alexander flying across the room, crashing into (actually more like bouncing off of) another space marine. He hit the ground hard and immediately knew he had broken two ribs and at least bruised his left arm, the one that had parried Trythos's strike. As weak as he was, Alexander was a Spartan warrior, born in pain. He had taken hits worse than this, yet he just seemed...out of it. It was probably just because he was frozen for 36,000 years, but that was no excuse. If he wanted to survive in this brutal new universe, he was going to have to be stronger than this! He began to stand up and started laughing.

"You call that a hit?" Alexander kept laughing.

Trythos looked puzzled. "Why are you laughing? You probably broke 2 ribs and bruised your left arm!"

"Because I know something you don't know."

"And what's that?"

"I am not left handed!" With that, Alexander tossed his sword to his right hand and did a few dramatic flourishes. Now it was Alexander's turn to attack. He broke into a sprint, not as fast as Trythos's, but still, the surrounding marines were stunned. Nobody in their right mind would dare charge Trythos, especially after being injured by him.

Alexander swung, attempting to slash Trythos, but he sidestepped and swung his sword down. Alexander blocked the blow, breaking his right arm in the process, but Trythos was knocked off balance. Switching back to his bruised left hand, he stabbed the Space Marine. However, the blade went in between his torso and arm, and Trythos knocked him into a wall.

Alexander watched as Trythos walked towards him unnecessarily slowly, so as to rub it in. When he finally reached Alexander, he turned to the former UN colonists.

"This is what happens," began Trythos, "when someone is insolent to the adeptus astartes." He raised his sword to stab Alexander through the heart, and everyone watched in horror.

Luckily for Alexander, that was the moment when his neural activity began to come back. Suddenly, he felt no pain, and shot two streams of controlled warp fire from his hands at Trythos's sword, melting it immediately. Two more Blood Ravens jumped in, spinning strange staffs that shot warp fire back at him. Alexander responded with more, and the room became covered in blue light.

"Who are you?!" Demanded Trythos.

Alexander's eyes glowed blue. "I am Alexander, last of the 300, brother of the emperor of mankind." Immediately, the warp fire stopped.

"Are you telling me that you knew the Emperor?" Trythos's mind was racing. If he was the Emperor's brother, he might be able to awaken Him and save the Imperium! Trythos felt compelled to bow, but he didn't like him. However, he now saw that he could not be killed.

"Well, we will be arriving at Terra shortly," said Trythos. At that moment, the ship came out of the warp to see a massive blue and green planet, the capital of mankind. "Let the family reunion begin!"

And now, questions and comments response time!

Guest: I don't respect the opinion of someone who can't spell the word story in a 14-word sentence.

SciFiFan96: The name James was a bit cheesy, and I'm trying to imagine some better names.

Spy of Influence: Alexander caused the space marine's power armor to hit the space marine. And thanks.

Mr I hate znt nobles kill em: Since I don't completely follow Warhammer Lore to that detail, I'm just going to nod and say uh-huh.

War sage: Thanks!

Be sure to check out the next chapter and thank you for reading!