Sup guys? Time for another story, this one about Mass Effect and Warhammer. Enjoy the 2100-Word chapter. I do not own Mass Effect or Warhammer, Games Workshop, Bioware, and a few others do.

The Thunderhawk entered the atmosphere without any real resistance. Malicious was surprised… Most Imperial worlds had a million soldiers, yet? They had landed unopposed.

The second the doors opened, 10 marines all left the craft. He paused to think as he walked down the ramp, shifting his bolter pistol around before the squad moved forwards, pushing from cover to cover, and sweeping their weapons upon everything with impunity.

"I see nothing." One stated "Permission to secure any supplies?" He heard.

"If you require my permission, I do not know why we are here," Malicous stated. "Do it… Move up." He stated as he shook his head.

They did so. Alpha Legion were many things but they were not stupid, they stuck to cover and did not do anything stupid.

One of them stomped forwards, looking at something as he hummed and then looked at his commander.

"Captain." Malicous heard. "I found something." He stated as the Alpha Legion officer walked over.

He looked over at the object, guessing that it was some sort of machine which he held up, blinking at its glowing optic as he turned to the soldier.

"Recognize it?" Malicous asked before he looked to the side.

"No… It does not seem Imperial." He heard.

"Pack it up… We are checking it and let the others look at it." Malicous stated. "It is odd… There is much here, but nothing in the way of the Imperium… Perhaps they fled." Malicous stated.

"From what?" The marine asked.

"We find out… Move up, slowly. We do not know what is here and we will not until we look." Malicous stated before taking something from his side.

The skull-like object bobbed in the air before it moved ahead. Malicous hummed.

"A servo skull?" He heard.

"Never destroy what you can repurpose," Malicous stated. "I wish the rest would listen… I would have sent scouts out… Being so blatant in our goals is not how we operate…." Malicous stated.

He had no idea why most of his peers acted like this. He preferred deceit, trickery…. They should not have committed to another ground assault until they had been ready.

"What are we roaming the galaxy for anyway? We are so far from home." He heard.

"Finding purpose… Supplies, weapons… We are our masters now…. Now? Do this as the Primarch would." He stated.

He walked ahead, guessing that this might be a very easier-said-than-done goal… They had yet to find a lot and he began to question what the goal out here was.

Even he did, they did not have an object in mind beyond stealing what they could to feed their army and a desire to leave a mark upon the galaxy. Malicous seemed to be eager to find it himself and tear it out from here.

Yes, it seemed so good that he almost could not wait to be done in their sort of thing, their way when it came and went. There was a lot of pain and suffering to be thrown their way.

Malicous paused as he realized that he had yet to try and figure it out once more… There was chaos that needed to be addressed… And he held no such ideas about what would come next.

He hummed, looking to the side before he looked to the skies for but a moment of his time at the very second.

He would perhaps grow more and more confused as he nodded, communicating in serpenta to his friends, knowing that he wished to be dealing with it and they needed to keep throwing themselves into the battlefield.

'When we are done here? I am sending them out and into the world to find more intel… I cannot operate without knowing what we are to be dealing with.' Malicous thought as he cursed.

He had split from the legion knowing their masters were… At odds with things that he did not know, they were shattered into pieces, each warband trying their hand at things… Yet? His was simple, carry out the work and aid the Imperium in his way… Was he of chaos? Was he not? Was he good or evil? He did not know, did not care for this, the only thing he did care for was the Alpha Legion and its future… Along with those under his command.

Which was why he did not entirely care for now.

He paused as he and the group slowly trudged up the ramp, raising their bolters as they seemed to melt into the ground, he had been able to think of what to do… And it would come crashing downwards now.

'I would be happier with air support… But I cannot risk the fleet, losing a ship weakens our fleet.' He stated before he sighed and then looked to the side.

He thought of himself before he clicked his fingers and moved ahead, he wished to get this done… For something to happen and he would not allow it to end.

"Captain, there is a massive heat signature…. Shall I deploy reinforcements?" Malicous heard.

"No…. Not until we know what is here… Keep the fleet ready." Malicous stated as he snorted before he watched as an airship flew overhead.

He held his fire; he held whatever bolter rounds he could fire from his weapon. He knew damn well that a single open fight would turn against them… More Astartes would be the end of their operations when it came down to it for now.

He had been eager to fight… But not as much as some of his brothers, not as eager to have done so for now and for good reason. He had very little reason to deal with it at the end of the day and of all days.

They slowly yet surely walked up the hill, there was a moment of revelation. There were a lot of things that he had thrown to the side.

There was a lot more to this, there were a lot of things that they dealt with, a lot more than before.

"Brother… Is there anything within orbit yet?" Malicous questioned.

"No. There is still the signature… It is different from what has transpired before. I see no warp signatures and no other groups… Though it might be a miscalculation." Malicous heard.

It was not, he knew this. He knew there was something off here, a crack in the glass where they had been let in. This planet was different from others he had fought on and he did not believe the Imperium controlled it.

Which also meant the forces of chaos did not either. There were no screams of citizens falling to the ruinous powers, no daemons ripping into the civilians upon this place… No, it was something else.

Something he did not grasp… Not yet. That was his problem and one he had yet to overcome… It was odd in that way.

The sounds of plasma fire turned and burned on them. There was nothing that amused him more than he wished to try and figure out as he slowly followed them.

He did not know what was going on, not yet… And it vexed him more than it did being under attack.

"Open fire! Open fire!" He heard as they put more and more rounds into the craft.

He was ready for more and more and more pain and suffering on his mind as a squad of robots with heads like flashlights appeared to greet them, he had such an idea as he paused to think.

He would not be able to think, knowing what was growing on now as noticed these were not like any Xenos before.

He had been tired, far too tired, far too interested in it for now. There was some sort of chaos within it for now, knowing what was to happen next, he had to cut it through for now.

There was more fighting which he had to cut through. He fired as the squad moved upwards and cleared the room.

"What are these things?" Malicous stated before he stabbed one in the side, tossing it to the ground.

He paused, not at all knowing what they would or could do. He watched as they fell, one shot through the head, another through the side.

The bullets seemed to be stopped… Slightly by shield technology which did not hold up to repeated shots through the head or sternum. He watched as the last one took a headshot as they collapsed to the ground.

He motioned his brothers ahead, stepping slowly as a squad, checking their entire region as he looked to the side.

He cursed himself for not knowing the first law of combat was to never go into combat with proper intel. These machines could have been far more dangerous and yet they did not retreat.

"Damned machines." He heard as he blinked.

"What are these things?" Malicous asked again as he looked at the machines. "Someone? Get a look at them… I need to know what is going on." Malicous stated as he sighed.

There was a moment of silence, with him knowing that he would not get many if any answers. Knowing that? It would not bother him that way but he did wish to have answers at the very least.

It was so annoying that they were here. Yet? He had been able to act as well as he could… That and that alone would save them.

They looked over the shattered bodies of the metallic soldiers, sweeping the area as most modern soldiers would do… They were unlike other Astartes, their group acted entirely on their own with no loss of command, no greater goals people would be able to understand.

And it worked for them… Malicous motioned to his brothers.

"These are not Imperials unless they have switched to defying their own rules… Are they Tau? Perhaps a Necron design?" He heard.

"I do not know but if it was either? Where are the defensive structures? There is NOTHING here that seems like the Imperium has used it… I see no docking areas, no ammo dumps… And no warships in orbit." Malicous stated.

"Perhaps… Perhaps they have simply been preparing an ambush?" Malicous heard.

"For a moment? Perhaps…. But those screams are from civilians… And there is no chaos present here." Malicous stated. "Set a beacon. We will return and round them up… If they are not wired or trapped? We will need to see what we are up against." Malicous stated to he could and would have dealt with it.

Malicous was silent as he gazed down at the shattered chassis of the machine. Whatever this thing was? it was not of imperium origin, it would not be as it became harder to figure out such a thing, there was a very large number of questions which had needed to be done with for now.

"Move on?" Malicous asked before he raised an eyebrow, knowing what had been transpiring now and for a good reason.

They moved up the hill, transpiring it in ways that pushed him down a road he did not wish to. It was all going to be harder to explain when their assignment was over.

Perhaps he could find purpose here within their side. This place seemed tranquil and far nicer than it looked, perhaps that meant something.

Or perhaps? It meant nothing, for they had nothing else to look forwards to.

All of it was going to be worthless when push came to shove now. The chaos which had to be fixated upon was enough to drive him insane with grief either damn way now.

Perhaps he would die sooner or later. It seemed fitting this wasted rock would be there, it seemed perfect that he dies upon it sooner rather than later. They had a lot more to see and do before it was all said and done…

"Captain? I have spotted several signatures atop the hill… Shall I exterminate them?" He heard before he sighed.

"No. We're not done."

Author Notes

Phew. Another chapter is done! For anyone going 'Well, in Warhammer, the Alpha Legion would…'

1? I am focusing on the Alpha Legion's strategy skills, spying, and dodgy allegiances.

2. If the Alpha Legion curb-stomped everyone? This would not be a story.

3. I know Warhammer is stronger than most Sci-Fi.

The next chapter is in 2-10 months and will show the Alpha Legion fighting Geth and setting up meeting Shepard. Until the 900–6500-word chapter, Lighting Wolf out!