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With enough of the sentimentally stuff out of the way
Lets get right into the fic!
Stages one and two had been a success. Simple in comparison to the final step of her escape plan.
Escaping the Eye Of Terror
The transport she was in obviously couldn't accomplish that objective. It lacked warp-travel capabilities and traveling through real-space would exhaust its small fuel capacity. On top of that, even she knew of the futility of trying to travel in real-space inside the Eye Of Terror. The Eye constantly shifts, making real-space travel both dangerous and prone to draw the attention of the ruinous powers.
Still… she noted how their voices in her mind were strangely silent… Maybe they had lost interest after she had failed in her attempt to kill the Emperor. Questions for later…
Now though, she scanned the immediate area for any greater vessel she could commandeer to suit her needs. One such vessel came up on the short range scanner, an Escort class around 800 meters in length, currently stationed in orbit. Perfect, she thought.
As she approached the vessel, she received a hail from the Chaos craft.
"Transport 16-C5, This is the Discord. Identify Yourself. You are not on the flight registry." A gravelly voice came over the vox communicator.
"This is Transport 16-C5, urgent transport request. Transmitting identification." Hathor responded, imitating a human voice that was different to her own as best she could. She pressed a button on the console, lucky she had been trained on these kinds of starcraft from her days during the Great Crusade.
Silence… for about 30 minutes only complete silence was on the other end of the vox relay. Until…
"Received, board on Bay 6. Standby for inspection" The vox rattled in response, relief tinged her face. Now she had to convince the inspection of who she was, or she would have to kill them. Either way, it served her situation quite well.
She landed the craft in Bay 6 as instructed, and as she did, she noticed a large contingent of marines awaiting her arrival, around 30 Word Bearers, and what seemed to be their leader based on the heraldry, and her own intuition. Child's play, she thought.
As she began to lower the landing ramp, she let her psychic presence be known. She wanted the marines to know who she was the minute they saw her.
With the ramp fully down, she looked over all the marines. Frozen, likely in shock. Even their leader staggered to give an order, in awe of her psychic might. She wasn't as gifted as her sister Magnolia at this, but these marines knew…
She was a Primarch.
"Take me to the captain of this vessel" She barked. Authority came back to her as easy as it always had.
"Right away. Lady Lupercal" The lead marine stumbled a response, perhaps she had gone a bit overboard, but for some reason she felt like her psychic presence was as controllable as she remembered… it felt… less stable… She couldn't quite put it to words, but she didn't dwell on that thought, as her attention switched back to the marine in front of her. She was glad he simply obeyed, if he stepped out of line, she would have just killed them all anyway.
As the marine guided her to the bridge, he attempted to speak with the Primarch.
"Lady Lupercal, we were not informed of your… arrival" The marine said, a bit shaken, likely from her display earlier.
"I only recently returned to the Materium, I deemed it faster to arrive myself then rely on vox communications" She stated, attempting to hide her true intentions with a vague response.
"Then may I ask…"
"It is none of your concern marine, mind your place" She responded, she did not wish to entertain this charade any more than she had to.
"Of course, Lady Lupercal" he responded quickly.
"Was that all of the forces on board?" She asked, trying to ascertain how many marines she would have to fight later on.
"No, Lady Lupercal, we are the Red Fist Warband, 80 strong. Servants of the Four, devoted followers of the Word Bearers and The Chosen's word." The marine responded, seeming proud of his Warband's status. As if anyone could be proud to serve Chaos; The irony of that thought was not lost, but it did sicken her.
"Gather your men, I wish to speak to your group as a whole" She said, having them all in one place when she slaughtered them would make it much simpler than tracking down each of the marines on the vessel.
After around 10 minutes of walking through the bowels of the Discord, Hathor was brought to an intersection.
"The bridge is down the corridor, I will assemble the men in this hall. We await your arrival Lady Lupercal" The marine said with a curt tone, clearly he did not enjoy being in her presence, not that she much enjoyed being in his.
"On second thought, I shall wait for the men first. Better to introduce myself to them than the lowly servants on board this vessel" She says with a certain pomp that reminded her of those obnoxious planetary governors she hated conversing with.
"Understood, Lady Lupercal. I shall gather the men…" He said as he ran off, at no short a speed either. Better to nip this issue quickly than let it drag on for much longer, she thought.
After roughly 1 hour of waiting, the entirety of the Red Fist Warband was gathered in the large hall. It seemed this was the ship's Cathedral. A large symbol of Chaos plastered over the pew reminded her of the loyalties of these marines.
"Brothers and Sisters of the Red Fist…" The lead marine said with gusto.
"We are in the presence of a great being. One who possesses power unequal to many, and second only to our great Chosen, Mother herself." At that remark, the marines began chanting, much to Hathor's chagrin. Both at the back-handed insult and at the annoyance of their chant, she is thankful she will be rid of them shortly.
"Today we hold in our company, one of Chaos' greatest servants and one of our strongest allies. She has just returned from beyond the vale of the Immaterium, ready to wreak havoc upon the followers of the Corpse God." This little speech of his was grating on Hathor's already thin patience. However the one thing truly sent her over the edge, was that she was a servant of Chaos…
The memories of that day came back fast. The ring…
She had heard enough…
"It is with great pride that I introduce, The Greatest Warmaster of Chaos, Hathor Luperca…" His voice was cut off by the blades of a lightning claw piercing his stomach.
She is Hathor Lupercal, Primarch of the Luna Wolves.
And she is no one's servant anymore.