Sup guys? Lighting Wolf here, back with another story, this one about Warhammer. Enjoy the 2500-word chapter. I do not own Warhammer, Gameshop does.
The thunder heralded the arrival of chaos. It was a precursor and one which split the skies…. Thunder itself was chaotic, never knowing when it would strike and wishing to burn a random object to ash upon striking when it had been summoned.
And thus? Chaos marines came from within the clouds… Thousand Sons and Alpha Legion.
Neither paid the other attention, neither cared for now what the other wanted and having their own goals, legions of Chaos minions prepared to strike at the stars themselves.
There was something that needed to be dealt with for now and for good reason. There was something that needed to be dealt with for now as it was all said and done.
They were soldiers, monstrous ones which cut and killed… But they were not in their home galaxy, not in the war against the Imperium. Their forces spilled across every galaxy, knowing that it was certain that they would be in combat eventually. They would and could fight.
(Within the realm of Chaos)
The four gods of the vile forces of chaos were at odds as were their armies. They cared little for spirit, for acting like a team, their goals were different and they cared little for it.
Two of the four glanced at each other… Khorne and Tzeentch stared at each other.
"Make any good plans, bird?" Khorne questioned.
"More than you," Tzeentch stated. "The only thing that you care for is violence, slaughter… No strategy, no tactics, no creative attempts…" Tzeentch stated.
The god of war growled, knowing that the bird did not care for his attempts to claim battle… Oh, he did not care for life itself… But he plotted and planned which made him far.
There was chaos, the pain of a fight which he held regardless. The only question was what came next because of it all… What it was seemed to be the only question at all.
To be fair? That and that alone was how they were, nothing was off the table, nothing was forbidden and nothing was off the table at the end of the day.
There were a lot of things that needed to be dealt with for now as he clicked his fingers and paused, thinking of it now.
They cut into the fabric of the galaxy which was something that they wanted to deal with for now as he clicked his neck part of the plan into place… This would be fun at the end of it and it would be dealt with it for now as it all came crashing down to the end.
There was a lot more to try and deal with, something that needed to be addressed, it had to be addressed either way. This was a lot more fun when he could relax like he had wished to at the end of the day, this was fun to be dealt with for now.
There was a lot more to try and figure out when all of it seemed to be dealt with before he clicked his fingers against the ground.
Both Alpha Legion and Thousand Sons set out from their appointed place of residence… And both eagerly were thrown into the mix of violence and chaos now, such as life and life dictated them for now.
There was something more here, something new and different… Yes, it seemed as if life would become different enough to shatter them, break them apart, rip into the galaxy like that horrid beast.
Yes, they wished to break their teeth upon the enemy, to shatter them all to pieces upon their weapons.
Still? Both had different goals, ones which needed to be dealt with instantly, there was such glee in their stances and what was asked of him now.
That and their glee in inflicting chaos told them that they would be fighting soon. The only question? Who would bear the brunt of their pain and suffering? He had been too interested in something like this before he clicked his fingers and seemed to be dealing with it for now.
There were a lot of things before now that needed to be dealt with for now. There was pain left on the mind, a pain that could not be dealt with for now.
This sort of pain was growing on his mind to the end of the road and the end of their plans which would grow and grow and grow until they broke everything and crashed downwards onto the ground.
He paused, letting it all come crashing to the ground before as he hummed to try and think of what was growing on before as she seemed to be dealing with it for now.
There was more to it, an eagerness when it was all said and done before it came down to it.
This chaos was growing for now as he paused to let it sink in, to let this end here and now, it would not end as it would have now… He eagerly seemed to await it to break and tear it down with each little step, each little crash upon the floor.
There was a lot more to this, there was a lot more to this as he clicked his fingers before it came crashing down before it was all of it seemed to be dealt with.
The two legions were too different before she seemed to be dealt with for now as he clicked his fingers against before now… Before it went downwards, he was able to try and figure out as he waited to try and figure out was to be done next.
The next plan was to unfold soon and they? Are all wishing to see it? They would greet each other as any would and know it not to be true, to not once did it relax then and there, for that was where he had been able to think at the end of the day.
He hummed, filled to the brink with power and control, for there was only so much power to try and figure out, and figuring it out would have been the thing he wished to control… To grasp in a way, he had not before.
All of it? All of it? Needed to be tossed aside like so much had been dealt with for now as he clicked his fingers and then looked downwards to the grounds.
He had been amused with for now as he seemed to be dealt with for now as he looked upwards and into the sky with each something else.
This all would be fun… This was going to be very fun eventually… All that was missing would be the answers waiting for them, that? And the power they needed to control for a good reason and a good motive at this delicate part of the goal.
There was a lot more to try and figure out as he seemed to be dealt with for now, he clicked his fingers and then looked to the side.
He would be dealt with for now as he clicked his fingers before he seemed to try and think of what to do.
All parts of him would become harder and harder to figure out for now, he would not be able to relax, something that he needed to do next.
This was a lot of things, something that needed to be done… Something chaotic to the end of the day, a pain which would be done and dusted with it all came down to it was all said and done for now.
There was little… But the Thousand Sons would take it all.
They spread through and punched a hole in the warp, eager to find fresh knowledge, to plunder from humanity what they were allowed to gain… For that and that alone was owed to them and they would accept nothing less than every scrap of parchment in the galaxy.
(Aboard the lead Thousand Sons warship)
The battle barge known as Ibex Destiny flew through the stars, carrying an entire horde of Thousand Sons and their servants to the nearest planet. This group, known as the Talons of Prospero was small, compact… Though, to be fair? The Thousand Sons had been reduced to ash.
The commander of this group, a 'younger' Astartes than his brethren, stood at the deck of the ship as it lanced through space, cutting through it. He sighed to himself as he clenched his fists, eager to figure out the next move.
His masters hungered for knowledge and he? He would sate that hunger as he would his own soon enough given time and effort.
(Within 2 normal hours)
The ship slowly drifted out of the nebula. The craft, draped in a thousand profane rituals was like a great shark which he was in command of.
The Thousand Son skimmed through ancient tome after tome. He was preoccupied and their mission was not to slaughter the Imperials here… That he would leave to the World Eaters… No, he had been tasked with finding his masters more knowledge and securing an area where such knowledge was located.
"The pods are launched." He heard.
"Then I shall be busy…. Burn them if they come closer." He stated.
"He has commanded we not waste resources." He heard.
"I do not…. Our brothers can be brought back. The pod is merely launching scouts… Then? We shall do what we excel upon." The Astartes stated.
"As you say brother Nakht." He heard. "I assume you let our brothers from the World Eaters land first for a reason?" He heard.
"Only a fool seeks open battle… They might kill a few thousand but they shall be slain…" He stated. "This world is heavily defended. They will be killed… I plan to undermine the rest of the system, that is why I have hidden our forces." Nakht stated.
His brother was silent. Nakht knew they did not have the forces for a direct battle… Nor did he care for it, his goals were to feed the Thousand Sons with knowledge and sate his master's urge for it.
"You know there are more gratifying ways to do this…" He stated.
Nakht crossed his arms. The part of fighting he enjoyed was the planning. Slowly undermining their defenses and reminding their enemies how smart a tactician the Thousand Sons bred.
"I know… But we are here for something else… Now then? Let us see what has transpired." Nakht stated.
(Surface of Planet Soitis)
The pair of drop pods split open, spilling out an entire squadron of Astartes… Ones were barely sentient… Rubric marines had only the goal to destroy, kill, to rip apart their enemies.
Nakht had sent a group of them with one goal in mind… To scout ahead and find something for the Thousand Sons. He knew they were little more than mindless weapons without a sorcerer.
Yet? They were skilled at the art of killing and that was all he required of them for now. That? And they were part of a plan the commander had set up.
"Remind me what we look for?" Nakht heard.
"The commander of this planet… I wish to find out about the defenses of this system… And break them." Nakht heard.
"Our instructions are to find the knowledge on this planet."
"Not so easy without knowing where to punch holes in the armor," Nakht stated. "When they locate something? We're coming… And besides, this planet belongs to the dark gods… We will take it for the lord of change." Nakht stated.
There was silence, he would fight for that. He respected the commander enough to follow orders that might erase everything he had worked for now, and that alone was worth the pain he would endure.
"We have plenty of minions to put downwards." He heard.
"Hmm… I do not see Imperials… Where are they?" Nakht questioned.
"The invasion is beginning…" He heard as more Thunderhawks began to set down.
(Upon the lead Thunderhawk)
"We spread out… Seize the city, there is a knowledge center in this location… Slay everyone in the way." Nakht stated.
He sighed, knowing that such a thing would be harder to deal with. He wished to complete his ascension to one of the Sorcerers of the legion. There was little to none of his brothers from the legion still alive.
The rest of the Rubric marines stayed silent, their master at the back nodding. He looked at him before finally following silent and then watching as those of his group went to stomp down the ramp.
Nakht sighed and looked at the sky. The Imperials here were either fielding something different or this planet his master had sent them on was… Different.
Still? A new planet meant new knowledge to try and steal.
Nakht trudged down the ramp and he was greeted by rows of Imperial soldiers clad in white… They were not his former brothers as he could see they held no power armor… Unless it was a new pattern.
To his brothers behind him? They did not care and simply fired, one of the soldiers fell, their leg blasted from their side as the remaining fellows spread out and returned fire with a series of lasers which reminded him of lasguns.
He slid into cover, lifting his bolter, and putting a shot through the skull of the nearest imperial… Then he kicked the stone upon a soldier who charged.
The Rubric marines, all powered by one of their fallen brothers? Spread out, firing their bolters with precision as another imperial fell then he kicked it over and it landed on the soldier.
More Imperials showed up and were put down with precise headshots, their armor shattering like glass as they drove forwards, easily taking down soldier after soldier.
He looked at one of the fallen soldiers… These imperials were organized and he saw little idea why they should have been falling apart this badly as a group… It only made him question what was going on.
'Either the World Eaters have wiped out most of their local forces… Or these are not imperials… Not any I know of.' Nakht thought.
He decided not to dwell upon it as he let the sorcerer lead them inside. He was content to be as he would ascend soon… Though he wished for a higher station? He had no desire to take it from another. He would rise when he was ready and he served his Primarch loyally as he had for centuries.
The only problem was what would happen when he ascended. The Thousand Sons did not invade to kill. To kidnap, to experiment on others, and to drag planets into the warp… Yet? They would and could act as viscous as the other traitor marines.
This world was different… As was their galaxy, and now? They needed answers.
Answers like this just fed him further and further.
Author Notes
Phew. Another chapter is done! I want to point out that the next chapter will be in 2-10 months. I also want to point out that the next chapter will be 900-6500 words and will set up the Thousand Sons beginning their conquest of the Galactic Empire and their plans in Star Wars. Until then, Lighting Wolf is out!