41st Millenium: a Star Wars Story

by Lewis II

Darth Vader and his master Darth Sidious tap into the ancient wisdom of the Dark Side and enter the 41st Millenium universe. This Fanfic tells their exploits and struggles in this new universe, as Vader searches for redemption and Sidious for Power. Inspired by a Youtube video made by Commissar Gamza, this is my first fanfic. Hope you guys like it. Any feedback is welcome.

6. Chapter 6: Broken

Author's note: Long story short, I tried to upload this last Thursday but it was impossible. Sorry for that.

I'm looking for an Imperial Cult expert to answer several doubts for the next chapter, any volunteers feel free to PM me. As always thanks for your reviews and feedback. Enjoy.

Disclaimer:

This story is a fan fiction of my own creation inspired by various sources. Both Darth Vader and Darth Sidious along with any Star Wars franchise reference belong to Lucasfilm, while all secondary characters, environment and locations belong to Games Workshop. I do not claim any ownership of the source material. This story was created for entertainment purposes and not intended to be linked directly to either the Star Wars universe or the Warhammer 40,000 universe official canons. All rights reserved to the respective owners.

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41st Millennium: A Star Wars Story

By: Lewis II

Original Idea by:

YouTube (2018). " Could Darth Vader survive in Warhammer 40k?" Commissar Gamza: YouTube. From: /p0czd32HPQw

YouTube (2018). " Could Darth Sidious survive in Warhammer 40k?" Commissar Gamza: YouTube. From: /p0czd32HPQw

Logo by Lewis II, both emblems are property of Games Workshop and Lucasfilm

Chapter 6:

Broken

It was a never ending nightmare.

He was on a dark corridor illuminated by the thunder of a nocturnal storm. He saw a figure and walked towards him. He then roughly grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. It was the slave boy. Small and fragile yet his eyes were full of rage. Staring at him. He turned around and saw her: an old woman, dressed in humble slave clothing, looking at him in disappointment and disgust. He could not stand a sight of them and with a swift slash from his sword dispatched them both. He then turned around and found them again. His rage augmented and slayed them without hesitation. Then, a younger woman joined them. She was modestly dressed and yet, her glowing face and proper pose revealed something about her: she was no ordinary woman, she was a queen. Her eyes started tearing and her expression changed into one of rage and impotence. Her eyes cut through Vader's stare like a poisoned blade, and so Vader responded slashing her with his lightsaber. He then saw the three again and kept trying to end them.

No matter where he turned, no matter how many he killed, they were always there: The lady, the boy, the queen. Then, flashes. Sensations, images, memories of

all the beings he had slain, all the lives he ended, the families he maimed. All what he suppressed on behalf of the Jedi code.

He felt his suit burning to his skin, sticking to it as a calcinating torture. His eyes were being pierced by the helmet sockets. Cables crawled under his bones and muscles. He could not scream and felt fire coming from his insides and exiting through his mouth. He felt his rage inside his heart and focused on that emotion. The pain became bearable and he tried to use The Force on himself. Inadvertently, it all faded into white.

He woke up and tried to stand, but could not since he was missing his limbs. He was laying on a metal surface, resembling some kind of table or altar. He knew he was not alone and decided to look at his right side.

A figure dressed in a blood colored robe with white details was examining his body, opening gaps within his limbs and torso, as if to see where his body parts ended and his robotic life support started. Two emerald lights and a tube came out of what appeared to be its face, under a connected mask.

He turned around and saw a row of 3 similar robed men whispering and chanting. He seemed to be part of a ritual and his clutches would not allow him to move out of it. Vader changed from doubt and surprise to rage and confusion, preparing mentally for the fight. The instruments and the bed of operations started shaking, as Vader attempted to use The Force now with his limbless body. One of the beings addressed him with a transmitter, speaking with a soft whispering voice:

"The link with The Warp is strong with you, brother. But your dedication has made possible for you to still reconcile with the Omnissiah. Please let us finish, let the Mechadendrites do their work. We promise no unnecessary pain."

"Mechadendrites", that was the name of the mechanical limbs, Vader thought. Somehow, this trivial revelation distracted his mind and he unflinched his neck. He kept staring at the row of strange beings praying, chanting, whispering.

He then remembered it. His last fight with the gargantuan mighty warriors, the explosions that wounded him. He should not by any account be alive, and yet there he was.

Vader turned his head upwards and noticed his breathing was heavyweights was no more. He was connected to a respirator, making a soothing, fluent sound, as if it were his own lungs. Maybe he could sleep for a few moments before they finished.

Few moments ago at another place, a shadow pushed a button. A monitor was lit up and a dark figure appeared on the screen. A voice saluted the shadow:

"Lord Inquisitor"

"Captain Vendar. We are much satisfied with your progress and find your methods as free of heresy, adequate for the Inquisition. Collect all information possible from his testimony and bring him to Galathar station."

"I must insist on declining the interrogation and ending this Xeno's life, my lord." The Captain responded, face lit by the monitor.

"The need of such a threat is virtually useless, for we can take whatever data is necessary from his lifeless corpse, or by using a Psyker. Also, he presents energy and marks related to Chaos, he could become a portal for Chaos Daemons to appear as far as we know." Vendar concluded.

"Must I remind you of your obedience duty with the Deathwatch and your extraoficial circumstances, Captain?" The shadow replied. "Your team still serves under Epistolary Galius and Brother Chaplain Mordran, which specifically instructed you to stick to your orders.

The files provided by the Mechanicus team will further inform you. The information they possess is a complement of your prime directive, the cypher unlocked by the Omega Vault, linked to this Xeno. Finish your assignment as requested, Captain."

"Yes, Lord Inquisitor" Vendar answered and saluted as the screen shut down.

He left the room quietly yet gripped his teeth in discontent. He hit the wall, bending the surface where his fist landed. It had been 10 years since they embarked on the assignment, and although the Captain's faith remained strong, his patience was growing weary. Most of the missions had no tactical sense or had scarce background information. He walked into the lift and descended while trying to remain calm.

While the ritual took place, Captain Vendar walked along with the Magus and the Genetor in silence down the hallway. The Magus was using his arachnid legs to keep up his pace and the Genetor was walking by the other side, using his Mechanicus staff as a walking cane.

They were at the bottom levels of the Solitudinem, a Kill Ship. Four hours before, the last ship had left orbit heading for the Warp gate. The Ultramarines fleet had provided 2 transport cruisers to evacuate as many civilians as possible, supporting the rest of the Imperial navy which surrounded them. While the world was finally set aflame, the Solitudinem remained well hidden as the fleet left the orbit, later remaining as the only imperial vessel left, cloaked by its camouflage system.

Captain Vendar reflected about the nature of his guests, almost astonished: They were both sent with 5 Tech Priests and a servitors team, Segmentums away from a holly Mechanicus world. They were awoken by Chiron.

Although a million doubts assaulted his mind, The Astartes preferred to inquire on his retrieved objective:

"How is he?"

The Genetor turned his translator on and with a coarse, static voice, answered in Low Gothic:

"His condition has been stabilized and his basic structure presents damage but is still functional. His biological main drive is now online although the integrated cogitator and its vital support systems have been rendered useless due to shrapnel."

"Have you narrowed down his possible origin?" He further questioned

The Magus responded with a higher pitched voice:

"Although it resembles some of the Tau basic armor, his suit presents symbols unknown for my Tec Brethren. He could easily be mistaken as a heretic, but some of our team speculate that he could follow the Omnissiah as well. His life is deeply linked with the Machine Spirit and depends on it for his existence, not so different from us: His voice, his basic needs, his very breath. Truly a perplexing specimen."

Vendar stared into the emptiness of the hallway while his mind slipped into recent memories. The rage of losing two Space Marines under his command against an insignificant foe was something he could not tolerate and pushed his patience even forward. He snapped back into the conversation.

"Your superiors have instructed us to provide you this information." The Genetor stated. A flying skull with electronic components and a blue light on its right eye socket floated forward and landed into Vendar's hand. It was a Servo-skull.

Vendar thanked them and retreated to a small room where he connected it to a cogitator. The screen immediately lit up and a charging bar appeared. Whatever it was, it would take some time to decode. Vendar's earpiece resounded with static, followed by a fast paced voice:

"Mylord, we have a situation"

"What is it ?" he replied.

"We have multiple contacts."

Vendar jogged out of the room and into the ift at the end of the hallway. He went up and appeared at the control room, in front of an electronic display table with images of the fleet and their location, currently arranged into an arrow formation. At the other side a monitor showed the face of a young bald man with a red robe and a tattoo on his forehead,it was Chiron, the ship's A.I, A War Spirit.

"How many do you detect ?"

"Nine for the moment, the planetary scans point out no other activity." Chiron affirmed.

"Keep an eye for more movement, set all systems on attack mode."

"Aye, Captain" Chiron responded.

"Eavy Landas, according to my database." A deep voice spoke from behind. It was Evander, who entered the room. Talius and Gunnar followed him from behind, taking places at different sides around the table.

"Orkish Transport aircraft. Although these must have been modified to move through space. Damn crafty Greenskins" Vendar replied.

"They move slowly but can transport up to a hundred or more each" Evander resumed.

The team contemplated the table, being their heavy breathing the only communication between them. A voice broke the silence:

"If we leave them, they will become a problem for the next world they encounter" Talius argued.

"It is not our problem, our mission has been completed. We must return as ordered." Evander retorted

"They are enemies of the Imperium!" Talius acknowledged, raising his voice.

"They survived because the Ultramarines failed!" Evander yelled.

The squad hushed as Vendar looked up to see what remained of his team now squabbling. He examined them and took a deep breath to speak:

"We are the champions of Man, inheritors of our mighty God Emperor. We are Astartes, just like our Ultramarine brothers. And an Astartes never fails unless there is heresy involved. Are you a heretic, Evander?"

"No, Captain" Evander nodded in resignation.

Vendar looked over his shoulder and delivered a swift series of commands to Chiron:

"Adjust the trajectory, engage the cogitator and ready the main firing batteries, maneuver 0763-50, activate code Classificatae, calculate the course for a proper pick up point."

"It will be done" Chiron answered.

"Talius, you, Gunnar and me will drop on the Landas on the left flank , destroy them for good one by one. Evander, you will stay and assist Chiron by eliminating the rest on the right with Thunderfire Cannon support. Should we fall, it is your duty to complete our mission. All you need is in my personal cogitator and in that Xeno. Now move it,Team Avalon"

Evander took place at a screen near the observation deck where he connected his armour and helmet to the control mainframe and turret systems.

The three remaining Astartes descended to the middle level into the armory. They equipped a jump pack each, Chainswords and bolter pistols for close quarters, a Meltagun, a Lascannon and a Heavy Bolter for ranged attacks, along with explosive charges.

They entered the landing bay and the door sealed them inside. Gunnar approached to a lever and looked at Captain Vendar as the team readied their helmets. The brave Captain mumbled their warcry, not as a zealous conviction, but as a plain statement, which echoed in a similar tone by the others:

"For The Emperor".

A hatch opened and from it, the Space Marines were thrown into the dark of space. The team started their jump packs and soared into the massive ships, which opened fire at the now visible Kill Ship. The vessels barely moved, it seemed, appearing to be vulnerable in the eyes of the Astartes, yet their fire was intense and constant. The impulse from the jump packs was enough for the Space Marines to hit their target, landing feet first.

Talius tore through the thick armor of the Landa with his Meltagun and found some gretchins from between the walls, which the team hurled into the outer space. The second layer was thicker but no match for the Meltablast, leaving a wide breach where the squad entered using their jump packs. The flying Greenskins were violently sucked out by the void until a Mega Nob blocked the entrance with its very body, leaving it twisted while it howled in pain, trapped within its own armour.

The team landed on the main floor and opened fire on the remaining Boyz, yelling with fury and bitterness.

The Lasrounds and bolts pierced through them as corpses piled into natural cover for the Space Marines. The floor around them became an immense pool of blood and soaked bolt shells. A Lasround penetrated the control room and beheaded one of the pilots, opening a new gap, which became a hole. The team opened the breach using their weapons. They escaped, leaving a demolition charge behind. Once the explosion took place, the Astartes redirected their trajectory and landed on the next Landa. They shot a gap through the haul and kept firing to all the moving targets inside.

They effortlessly tore through the Orks the moment the Heavy Bolter ripped them to shreds and the Lascannon blew their heads by the thirds or pairs. Those who survived could only see a charge dropping as the Space Marines lept for their next target.

The third Landa in an attempt to contain the Astartes opened fire over its own haul, creating a gap through which the team threw the last charge. The biggest of the turrets was pushed by both Gunnar and Talius, unleashing its raging fire on the Landa behind and detonating it from within.

Meanwhile, Evander took manual control of the turrets and with a stoic expression, fired against the roaming Landas. The rounds pounded on the slow ships and exploded through their hauls, leaving more than smithereens and scores of floating butchered Orks. Although the destruction seemed overwhelming, Evander remained steady and could see the real intentions behind his fellow Astartes on erasing this small army: the team was not purging, but mourning.

The team jumped into the last remaining ship and made a hole with what was left of the heavy bolter. They jumped in and fell to the main deck as some kind of emergency hatch sealed them inside. They opened fire on a group of Boyz who immediately engaged them. The Lasrounds and Meltablasts evened the field while the Greenskins tried their best to overrun them. Gunnar discarded the Heavy Bolter and used a Greenskin as a precarious meat shield while he shot his Bolter pistol. Talius dropped his Meltagun and did the same while both provided cover for Vendar. Each shot disarmed or killed an Ork with graceful precision. The sound of empty firearms resounded as the last Boyz charged. The team unsheathes their Chainswords and engaged them. They were too few to be a threat and were easily eliminated. The team then noticed a platform above the main floor and saw a group of hulking Greenskins jumping down.

Six Skarboyz, two MegaNobz and a larger than usual MegaNob, sporting two additional saw tendrils, a massive armour and an a wristmounted Shoota-Skorcha. It was their leader, a new Warboss for the new and now almost extinct Waagh. He spoke with a deep voice:

"Wel, wel, wut do we'ave 'ere? Dem Spaze Marines com ta' finish uz? Then we'z gonna tek 'em widduz! Le's show'em who'z got the dakka boyz! Waaagh!"

The Skarboyz charged first, either with axes, knives, pistols or swords. Behind them, the Mega Nobs tried to split them in half with a sword, a massive axe or with their Power Klawz. The team moved swiftly to avoid the incoming fire. The careless strikes from the Skarboyz costed them their arms and legs, while the MegaNobz almost caught Talius, saved by a bolt from Gunnar as he dispatched the last Skarboy. Vendar sprinted towards the leader and flanked the MegaNobz. the leader shot its Shoota-Skorcha in an attempt to kill him, wounding and burning his last underlings to be finished by Talius and Gunnar.

The Astartes team took their time with the leader. They avoided the incoming fire and pierced through its thick metal armour with their Chainswords. They struck seemingly exposed points and through them thrusted into the Greenskin's flesh, revving their weapons inside the Meganob's body. They dismembered it limb by limb and as it let out its last painful scream, emptied their pistols on its skull. An uprising beeping was heard by the team and they immediately guessed the cause. Somehow the leader seemed to have connected explosives to a remote heartbeat based detonator. The team ran with all their might towards the small cockpit and attempted to seal the door before the explosion.

Evander saw how the last Landa exploded from within.

The Solitudinem maneuvered as swiftly as possible and approximated making a half moon maneuver around the massacred fleet. From inside a ball of bent metal and twisted rubble, Team Avalon emerged and jumped towards their ship.

The jump packs ran out of fuel. Nevertheless, the force behind the last impulse kept the Space Marines floating forward. Vendar and Gunnar reached he hatch and grabbed Talius. The team was alive and seemingly well.

"Damage report" Vendar muttered panting while removing his helmet.

"All systems up and running" Chiron informed through the ear pieces.

"Those damn Greenskins never stood a chance, using weak guns" responded while chuckling.

"We were too close, yet no projectile touched the shields or the haul. According to Chiron, something detonated the projectiles midway." Evander denoted.

Vendar went immediately silent. He somehow knew what, or rather who served as their protector but had to find out for himself. The team stormed into the lower level and found the Tech Priests waiting for them.

"It is done, the Xeno has been deconstructed and analyzed. His structure is strongly similar to a human, with minimal variations. What is it to be done now, Captain ?" The Magus hissed.

"Take him to the interrogation room".

Vader layed on the wheeled Medtable, staring at the wall and still connected to the respiration device. He was still open with his vital organs separated into an amniotic recipient connected through a tube. The shrapnel and dead tissue lied inside a transparent water jar. His throat was pierced with a needle connected to a Mechanicus translator.

Through the polarized glass, Vendar analyzed his movements: As calm as a man on his deathbed, stretching his arms almost like trying to touch the wall. Talius entered the room and checked at the monitors and measuring devices. He nodded at the Captain through the window: he was stable.

Vendar passed his fingers through his stiff, dark brown hair, combing it backwards. With one last deep breath he opened the door and walked in.

He entered and grabbed a metal crate, where he sat on, facing the Sith. He stared at his red and yellow eyes and spoke softly:

"I am Captain Cornelius Vendar. Blood Ravens, Kill team Avalon. You are now a prisoner under the Imperium of Man and the Imperial Inquisition. You will answer my questions and do as you are told, do I make myself clear?"

A shy nod by Vader started the interrogation.

Vader answered openly with a monotonous voice. It took mere minutes before they were now knew all they ever wanted: His galaxy, his rank, his master, his military prowess, The Force, his alliegeances, all. Yet, they did not seemed interested in his motivations or his origins, "but again, why would they?" Vader thought to himself.

Vader was pushed away surrounded by a weaponized servitor squad. In silence, he mumbled the words his master so long ago spoke to him, now repeating them to himself:

"Embrace it. Embrace it."

Vendar glared into his notes. More than he expected, and certainly much to think about. The existence of another galaxy seemed not too far-fetched, yet still hard to take.

His limited knowledge on body language confirmed truth behind Vader's affirmations, also depicting a constant feeling: regret. Perhaps he could find out more about it later, it was a long trip after all and his team needed food and resting.

The Captain collected the recordings into the Servo-skull, along with his notes and the now unencrypted cypher. The first time he read it he found it ironic. Yet now, it sounded concerning, as it seemed this sacred text had been written more than 18 Millenia ago:

"When fire consumes all among the stars, a new beast shall behead the All Seeing Eagle. The schemer encounters his equal and rises over the lights, devouring the things that are and are not. The forgotten shall come back to the shadow. The fallen knight will rise again from the rock as the key to evil's demise lies within a broken voice."