RWBY 40k fanfiction – Salem, mistress of Inquisition.

Ep 14: Rogal Dorn.

Inwit is an icy planet whose temperature was among the most negative.

Despite an extremely harsh environment.

The clans there managed to live in their frozen Hive Cities as their territories expanded into large star systems.

It was then that a shooting star fell from the sky on the city of the Patriarch of the planet, belonging to the powerful family of Dorn.

The young child was brought back to the old man and because of his beauty and incredible strength. Lord Dorn decided to adopt him and take him under his wing, taking the name Rogal Dorn.

But one day when the young boy was training with warriors under the eyes of his grandfather.

Warrior: "Try to parry my blows, Rogal."

Rogal Dorn: "..."

The young boy threw himself against the warrior but when the blades clashed, flames came out of Dorn's blade, heating his master's to white. He let go in pain.

Warrior: "What is it?!"

Rogal Dorn: "I... I don't know..."

Rogal Dorn looked at his hands and opened them. It was then that particles of different colors came out and revolved around him.

The old lord looked at his grandson and approached him.

Lord Dorn: "I never imagined that. With these powers... You could command the respect that is due to the Dorn."

Rogal: "Really Grandpa?"

Lord Dorn: "I'm sure of it. These clans oppose my reign too much because in their eyes I'm just a crazy old man. Develop them because you will have to expect revolts at the time of my death. "

Rogal Dorn: "Good, Grandpa."

Rogal Dorn picked up his sword again and began to fight his masters again.

During the years that followed, Rogal Dorn grew and his charisma only grew stronger. He had a physique that no man had, an unparalleled intelligence. Coupled with the shaved face of a king possessing hair as white as Inwit ice.

After Lord Dorn died, what he feared happened. No sooner had Dorn received his new title of Lord of the Dorn than the other clans seceded and their armies would sack the Hive City so that Clan Dorn would never rise again.

But Rogal, with the determination of a thousand men, organized the defense of the Hive City, fortifying the little defensible places, while inside the cultures were set up under the wise advice of the king. These plantations soon showed impressive results, producing 10 times more food than the other cities. Thus, the Hive City had a stable food source.

What was supposed to be a full-scale attack by the clans turned into a siege. A siege which on the side of the besieged was bearable but which on the side of the besiegers turned into hell because of the lack of food, the cold outside followed towards the end by a lack of material. For nearly a year, the siege lasted and Dorn took the opportunity to bring impressive innovations with his genius.

Eventually, Rogal Dorn broke the siege and his army retook the planet's Hive Cities by force.

But unlike its predecessors, the Hive Cities of Inwit are annexed instead of remaining mere vassals.

After this victory, Rogal Dorn had to give land to these impetuous nobles to make them dependent on him.

After the construction of new ship of his inventions, more efficient than the old ones.

He discovered one day in the skies of the frozen planet, a sort of strange moon. A metal disc-shaped moon, drifting around the planet in a fairly distant orbit.

With his ship, he decided to take a closer look.

Captain: "What do you think my king? What is this moon?

Rogal Dorn: "It can't be a moon..."

When the ship got close enough to it.

Everyone was surprised to see what it was.

It wasn't a moon; it was a colossal construct that made the Hive Cities of Inwit look like small hamlets.

A construction in space damaged by previous battles in unknown eras. Despite the abandonment for a long time forgotten or the possible hazards that would have resulted.

Rogal Dorn was surprised to see this thing.

Captain: "This can only be a remnant of the Glorious Era! Look at that! Even our best builders can't replicate this marvelous thing!"

The ship arrived inside the huge station.

The crew disembarked inside. Even if they had lived all their life in a hive city or in a large ship, they remained impressed to see a gigantic iron moon dating from an age that no one had known.

Rogal Dorn: "I don't know what you think. But I see a future ahead of this fortress."

The nobles whispered to each other hesitantly at Lord Dorn's suggestion.

He ignored them and went up the stairs.

Of course, as the city was gigantic. Just going up to this city took weeks.

Rogal Dorn forced the doors that gave access to the top of the huge city.

Finally, Rogal Dorn arrived at the control room at the top of the tower.

They could see that they are in a huge room with quite fine reliefs.

Rogal Dorn arrived at a central desk with a small computer and a dust-covered keyboard.

Rogal Dorn: "If I can turn this on... We can have this base for ourselves." SO

Rogal Dorn turned on the object and after some manipulation manages to find the command.

He turned on the control and the room lit up.

In an unknown language, the computer began to display programs as the station lights came on one after another.

Rogal Dorn: "Succeeded."

Noble: "Incredible..."

But that's when the ceiling opens and a black capsule descends on the center of the room. The nobles of Inwit and Rogal were surprised. It was a woman.

But she was a rather strange woman. She had short black hair, her face was extremely pale, her body was metallic with fairly generous curves from top to bottom. But his right arm was replaced by a kind of plasma cannon roughly installed on it.

(Note: This is basically Sanakan from BLAME!)

Rogal Dorn then heard a voice he could recognize that everyone was hearing too, an automatic voice.

Voice: "Starting Automatic Management System."

Noble: "But what...?"

Suddenly, the woman began to be detached from her capsule. She fell to the ground before getting up awkwardly. She made random movements, writhing under the shocked eyes of the witnesses.

Rogal Dorn was particularly surprised to see this thing move like an awkwardly manipulated puppet.

Voice: "Startup completed."

Finally, the woman after some erratic movements stopped moving and raised her head straight up at the group, staring at them with silver eyes.

She looked at the group holding their breath as the woman rose to her feet. Then in a voice that is both feminine and metallic.

Woman: "Who are you? Identify yourself."

Rogal Dorn: "Hm...my name is Rogal Dorn. High King of Inwit. The people with me are the nobles of the ice planet in which this city floats above."

She looked with her dazzling eyes at the nobles.

Woman: "Your genetic group corresponds to type A-397461K. Descendant of refugees from UTYEJ-049573 during the Deviants Massacre who happened is exactly 7563 years ago."

The nobles look at each other in disbelief, the woman turns to Rogal Dorn.

Woman: "Your genetic group matches...to..."

She stood still for a moment and then...

Woman: "Your gene is unknown. You are not from here."

Rogal Dorn: "...I know I'm not from here. But I became king by force. Who are you, woman?"

She turned to the window and saw the state of the station.

Woman: "Grand City Type Station number 309485, 67% damaged. Needs repair."

Rogal Dorn: "Wait. Can you fix this city?"

Woman: "Yes. With Builder Class Repairmen. Then I'll try to contact the Star Federation Fleet."

Rogal Dorn turned to the nobles.

Rogal Dorn: "I think she mentions the Glorious Era."

Noble: "But there's nothing left of that age! If it's true what you're saying then...that woman won't be able to find the 'Star Federation'."

The Woman turned to the noble.

Woman: "How am I not going to find them?"

This reaction startled the noble.

Rogal Dorn: "It's been several millennia since the Glorious Era ended. We know practically nothing about that, except the fact that we could navigate between our worlds as we saw fit..."

The woman stared for a moment.

Woman: "If that's what you say is true. Then the Star Federation collapsed despite precautions. My role was to bring your predecessors back to safety but given the risk of being exterminated by Deviants, they Forcibly deactivated me and the station to avoid detection. Despite the fact that the station is in a critical state... What to do? Without the federation, I am useless. I have not been provided with a backup protocol. "

Rogal Dorn struggled to understand her words but understood what she implied.

Rogal Dorn: "You know, you can be useful in building my kingdom. With your knowledge and such. We can find a way to restore a stable empire."

Woman: "It's... a possible protocol."

Rogal Dorn: "If you serve me. Great things can be achieved."

He reached for the iron woman's only hand.

She looked at the king of Inwit for a moment and then shook the king's hand.

Woman: "King Rogal Dorn of Inwit. Your DNA data has just been added to Grand City station number 309485."

Rogal Dorn: "A better name is enough."

Woman: "Which one?"

Rogal Dorn: "The Phalanx."

Woman: "It's your choice."

Rogal Dorn: "Your name by the way."

Woman: "My referrer name is Sayla."

Rogal Dorn: "Very well Sayla. We are going to achieve great things together."

Thus, for several years, the Phalanx was repaired with the workers of Inwit and the Builders, gigantic machines controlled by Sayla.

Once done, Rogal Dorn had begun with this station the conquest of the human planets which he added to his empire. His firepower annihilated entire war fleets while his iron skin bore the furies of a dying star from a dead planet he had surveyed.

The Phalanx over the years welcomed more and more inhabitants who wanted to settle in this very warm resort. The population of the Phalanx grew every year and prospered.

In 835.M30. A huge golden ship was in front of the Phalanx, accompanied by a huge fleet.

Rogal Dorn had learned about the Imperium from merchants and was very curious to meet this monarch.

He then saw this emperor decked out in his golden armor but the Great Witch of Terra whose magnificence was clearly real, finally the Space Marines, these warriors whose reputation presents them as invincible and indomitable.

Rogal Dorn understood that he was facing his real parents, he felt it.

When he was alone with them.

Emperor: "It's amazing to see this fortress. I thought they were all destroyed during the Age of Strife."

Rogal Dorn: "Know that father would be by your side. Also, I would be eager to get to know you better mother."

Salem: "Thank you, my son."

The Emperor turned his gaze to Sayla who was staring at the conversation.

Emperor: "I wonder why you kept that Man of Iron."

Rogal Dorn: "Sayla has helped me a lot in my deeds. Besides, she is loyal to me."

Sayla: "You said so yourself my Emperor. The Deviants have been destroyed. All that remains is to restore Humanity to the place it deserves. My creators programmed me for this. Departing from this would make me a deviant and ashaming my very existence."

Salem: "We can make an expectation, my son. She can give interesting information. Also..."

She snapped her fingers and servants brought a large golden armor which they presented to the Primarch.

Salem: "For your protection."

Roger Dorn: "Thank you."

Emperor: "Your abilities will give protection to the Imperium."

Rogal Dorn: "Phalanx will be the seat of my Legion. There is no better fortress."

Emperor: "Well..."

Salem: "Help us find the rest of our family."

Roger Dorn: "Of course..."

To be continued… Intermission 1: Horus, my favored son.

A story about Salem and her son Horus, the only who she truly raised.

Also, Chapter 15: Roboute Guilliman and Magnus the Red.

On Macragge, one of the greatest primarchs will rise. Roboute Guilliman knows a destiny among the glorious compared to his brothers.

While on Prospero, a being whose magic is his life will grow up and have a special bond with his mother, the Witch of Terra. His name? Magnus the Red.