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.

19. Chapter 17: Lone Survivor

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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

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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

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Chapter 17:

Lone Survivor

The Space Marine left his sidearm on the table. He had just realized he still carried it even while being safe on an imperial ship. Perhaps Talius was still on his guard, knowing they could come back to end his life. After 17 hours of paperwork, The Inquisition had finally collected the testimony. Talius could feel how even remembering those events took a heavy toll on his body. He could barely remember his words, but the Servoskull had recorded everything:

"We had completed the mission, Inquisitor.

After contacting the Armada, we obtained the last artifact from the wreckage and virtually succeeded on our sacred task. The fleet was already on its way while we secured the last of the artifacts into our laboratory. Brother Evander had studied the artifacts along with Chiron and his database, complemented by our captain's database and research.

The navigator had been instructed and the engines were already preparing to jump into The Warp, until the cogitator noticed something coming in range. it seemed like a petty group of meteors, coming towards us. It took only a few rounds from the turrets to grind them to dust. Only a few moments later, a new group of meteors appeared, which were then dispatched as well. It was then when we realized another group of meteors was on its way. No matter how many we destroyed, more of them kept coming, as if we were under attack by the meteors themselves.

The captain perceived this as a possible threat and decided to trace a new course for the

Warp jump, as to avoid any chance of damage for our gellar field. We left the incoming meteors behind with relative ease. As we approached the new jump area we encountered an even more suspicious sight: a massive meteorite passing right below our ship. it moved at a very slow pace. I remember the whole deck going silent as the meteor passed by, as if we were certain of an incoming attack. The whole ship shook violently in the blink of an eye. We monitored the cameras around the haul, the massive meteor was gone without a trace.

Our main deck had a large observation window from which we could see the darkness of space. For a few moments we stared at it, looking for answers about this mysterious meteor. Our team suddenly stopped moving as we all looked at each other as we came to the same realization.

For the first time in our lives, we knew the darkness of space was staring back at us.

A massive yellow eye emerged from within the darkness and stared at our ship. A series of ship sized blue tentacles followed and reached for us, trapping the ship in an instant. The eye then pulled itself out of the darkness in what I can only describe as a torrent of Warp energy that engulfed us. I remember Captain Vendar screaming commands at the tops of his lungs, while my brothers and I pulled every lever, pushed every button, steered the manual controls and activated every failsafe mechanism. It was pointless.

The abomination then took shape: an amalgamation of feathers, scales, skin and metal rearranged right before our eyes, spewing lights all over our appeared to be some sort of transport ship, one created and powered by the Warp itself. It was then when our captain gave the order we all dreaded: To the armory!

We all knew destroying our ship was the only option to destroy the artifacts and preserve our gene seeds from the daemonic corruption.

As we went down the lift, we felt the once hard steel walls becoming soft and unstable. We got out with haste and ran through the hallways at full speed. The hallways seemed to be elongating, like an unending tunnel. We ran frantically at top speed, but the floor below us barely moved. We somehow reached the armory and swiftly reunited every explosive, ammunition and flammable material on a big pyre. Before we could do anything else, we all felt it: we were completely immobile. I heard a voice at the back of my head and blinked twice.

I opened my eyes and was tied up in front of my brothers, we were all hanging from the ceiling of a dark and humid dungeon made of flesh, resembling the innards of a massive beast . All of our team was restrained and made a circle around a group of traitorous Astartes. They were part of the Thousands sons, that I remember well. Four of them sported their corrupted bolters. Captain Vendar addressed them before they could speak:

"Sons of Magnus. You filthy wretched psychers. You were behind the meteors that attacked were you not?"

"There was no such attack" Their captain answered while walking towards him using his staff as a cane. "It was but a mere projection."

"You are looking for the Xenos ' knowledge as well." said brother Gunnar.

"We only follow orders, as you fellow Space Marines do." said the traitor captain.

I decided to defy him with my words as well: "We follow only the word of our Emperor, not the dark schemes of the ruinous powers."

"You love your emperor so much, yet you never question the logic behind his deeds, the orders you receive from above. You seek obedience over the one thing the emperor considered as the most precious commodity in this universe: knowledge. It is all he wanted for humanity: knowledge, prosperity, power. You can embrace this plan once more, you can use this knowledge and bend fate to your will if you join us willingly in our quest. We shall find a way to outsmart the Changer of ways, together, destroy the impure, invasive Xenos and become eternal."

Brother Evander lightly scoffed.

"And to become an empty vessel ? A failed product of heretic witchcraft with a life as hollow as a Servitor? Never! You can not bend us to your will."

The Psycher astartes approached him and stared right into his eyes.

"Is that what you think, brother? We shall see. "

We were immediately released, all but our captain. As soon as we tried to stand up, we felt our body being pulled towards the ground. Our wrists fused with the floor. My body felt as heavy as never before. And yet, the three of us could raise our heads and see each other.

Brother Evander was the first one to suffer. His hands were released but he remained on his knees. With a flick of his wrist, the Psycher broke his fingers and twisted his hand. I could see his bones moving, changing as he screamed from the excruciating pain. All of a sudden, his skin bursted out of his chest plate, as well as between the unions of his ceramite, covering most of his body, even his mechadendrites in a matter of minutes. He became an unholy amalgamation of skin and steel. He then was able to stand, only to be cursed once more by the heretic. Not a second passed and his body started contracting on itself, as if crushed by an invisible force. His spine twisted several times, bending backwards until his posture would resemble that of an animal more than a man. He grew multiple eyes and antennae around his head, his deformed hands sprung out and transformed into tentacles. In a matter of seconds, my dear brother in arms became an abomination, a Chaos spawn.

We all witnessed it and felt the pain, the captain screamed at the top of his lungs and tried to break free with all his might.

Brother Gunnar was next released. He tried to stand up but he suddenly fell on his back. the other traitor Astartes started cutting his limbs with their knives. His bones were curve stomped and fractured to amputate them in the most painful way possible. I can only imagine what he felt. It was a sloppy and meticulous process, his strong bones only prolonged the pain. Gunnar's limbs were piled next to him and started to move on their own. They developed tendrils and mouths in the blink of an eye, biting at each other. The four smaller spawns started fighting each other as a group of feral beasts claiming some territory as their own, while Gunnar remained there, bleeding out and screaming in pain. The Chaos spawn that was once Evander charged towards Gunnar and ripped his head off with a clean pull. It then started feasting on the carcass.

I was then released only to be pushed back to the floor. They traitors stripped me of my armor and started beating me with their fists, with their boots, with the butt of their bolters. They were all focused on their captain, awaiting their order which they soon received. I could barely see but I knew they were trying to get a reaction out of captain Vendar. They flayed the skins on my arms with their blades. They shot the fingers of my right hand off. They put stakes through both of my feet.

I grunted and tried to resist the pain with all my might. Yet, this was a pain I never expected to feel from this kind of weapon. A tear rolled down my face as I could barely see our captain with an enraged expression. I could hear him though, grunting, growling, and shouting with rage as never before. My eyes then regained sight and I looked at the Captain in the eye for a brief instant.

It was then when he transformed.

He screamed until his voice became a feral howl. His teeth grew into fangs and his eyes turned white. His nails became claws which he used to destroy his restraints and tear the two Astartes apart, even biting through their necks. He then ripped the other traitor's head off and threw it towards the fourth as a distraction. The chaos marine fired at the Captain to no avail, as his arm was ripped off his body and used as a club against him. The armours clanked against each other, as if the mighty traitors were but hollow suits, automatons, probably powered by the Warp energy itself.

The enraged captain took a Bolter and started shooting at the Chaos spawns. The creatures charged and kept attacking despite being riddled with explosion holes. My blurry vision became even clearer and I could see our captain fighting with all his might, a fanged creature with claws for fingers, blank eyes and foam running down his mouth. The traitor captain spawned a horde of smaller Warp creatures, flying beasts and deformed brutes. He shot at them until the Bolter ran dry. The remaining traitor got into a combat stance and Captain Vendar prepared to charge him.

Whatever remained of Captain Vendar's sanity addressed me one last time before charging the heretic. He shouted with a deep demonic voice while looking at me at the corner of his eye:

"GO! FINISH OUR MISSION!"

He mustered whatever remained of his strength to throw me his Servoskull and his pistol behind his back. I picked them both and started running towards a flesh door nearby.

I ran as fast as my legs allowed me, emptying the pistol at any target that came across. I could hear the breath of the abominations running behind me. They were catching on me. The corridors seemed endless, leading nowhere. I finally came across our ship's main door and lifted it with all my strength to get in before it fell behind me.

The beasts slammed the door with rage. I rushed through the ship and found the armory once more. The servitors were still functional and helped me slip into my former Salamander armor as the beasts kept pounding even harder at the door.

Chiron then contacted me through my vox channel:

"There is a modified drop missile with a small Gellar Field, inside you may find a backup Servo Skull containing a copy of all the information inside the ship, as requested by the Captain. The reactors are overcharging. Good luck Talius, it's been an honor."

I found the last explosive charge and set a countdown, then rushed towards the missile's boarding gate. As I closed the door, I saw the chaos spawns rushing through the halls like a flood. The muffled explosions could be heard through the door, to be then silenced by the igniting missile.

The missile shook violently as it pierced through the entity's entrails. It seemed endless. I could only hope it would hold together as it pierced through the beast's flesh. My mind went through every possible death scenario over and over in a matter of seconds, raising my tension even more.

Suddenly, the shaking stopped.

The missile seemed to be floating into what I could only infer to be the massive emptiness of the Warp itself. I drifted into unconsciousness. It seemed as if a day passed each time I blinked. My body was cold and the darkness was absolute, not being able to see even my own hands in front of me.

No direction, no movement, only me in a cold, dark and tight space, surrounded by the merciless Warp. I was then pulled by something.

The door suddenly opened and a rogue trader's crew welcomed me. They looked for some experimental drone sent into the Warp on my exact coordinates. I checked into their calendar, only a day had passed within our galaxy and yet, my location was at the farthest corner of it. They delivered me to this Inquisition outpost.

I hope the Astratelepathica can reach Captain Woodthorne on time.

It is all there, inside the captain's Servo Skulls. All our work, our sacred task. It's the only proof left."

The Astartes stared into the wall, with a stone cold expression on his face.

Tell them it is all connected… the nexus forests, the force engine. All of it. "

Talius finally left the interrogation room an hour later. He leaned on the wall and stared at the ground. He took as many deep breaths as he could. He wasn't sure about what he was feeling, at times it felt like nausea, at times like fear, at times it was just plain sorrow. He finally sat on the floor and stared at his hands.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he would never be the same.

The enraged Captain had been captured and was now hanging on the wall, surrounded by a horde of chaos abominations. It had been a long time since the traitor captain had the opportunity to test his enchantments and psycher powers on real living flesh. After picking his books, The Space Marine left his sidearm on the table.