King: Okay. FIRST! I am a serious outsider in this subject. I've never played the game and did some research into the series, but I will never claim to be a master.
Knox: Yikes. What the heck are we doing this time?
King: Warhammer 40K.
Knox: ... Oh dear.
King: If there are any major hiccups, chalk it up to dimensional differences. Hope you enjoy.
Side Note: If you're interested, check out the "Astartes" fan animation. It's what finally broke me and made me need to make this.
Inspiration: Warhammer 40K
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King appeared again to offer snakes and refill drinks. After a moment, his body shook and erupted into blue, an upside-down omega symbol appearing within his body. He shivered back to normal and took in a deep breath. "Oh… Oh no…" His flickered out as the screen started to play.
Jaune could tell this wasn't going to be a kind scene.
The world was black with white text appearing in the center region.
[The warrior who acts out of honor cannot fail. His duty is honor itself. Even his death – if it is honorable – is a reward and can be no failure for it has come through duty. Seek honor as you act, therefore, and you shall know no fear. – Roboute Guilliman]
Jaune blinked. He actually kind of like that sentiment. The idea of fighting for and with honor was something he could get behind.
The world opened to the scene of a bright blue sky. A star seemed to flicker in the sky, before moving slightly. This was not a star, but something far more dangerous should it touch onto the ground. The camera moved aside, showing this was the scene as seen through binoculars. After a moment, they heard someone shout, "FIRE!" Anti-air batteries roared and fired their flak toward the descending item.
"What could be that bad?" Jaune watched on, confused.
Blake's hand clutched onto her chair. The way it was going, it was starting to sound like a nuclear bomb or something.
Turned out, it was or something. The camera caught up to show a drop pod as it crashed into the ground like a meteor. The smoke obscured the scene as soldiers filed out around it, guns pointed toward the impact zone. They each shed sweat in anxious fear. Only one thing descended from the sky like that. The scene went black before showing the world in green with each person as a red silhouette.
A loud metallic thump soon followed as the world returned to the people surrounding the pod. Then another. The camera hung low by the smoke as a heavily armored foot stepped out from the dust. The dust carried away on the wind showing a massive man in powered armor. Easily over 7 feet, possibly 8 feet, tall. His rounded armor resembled that of a gothic knight, a shimmering white armor with golden trim. His shoulder was adorned with a skull symbol on one side and the familiar twin arcs on the other. In truth, he was intimidating, face hidden behind his helmet. The eyes seeming to glow bright red.
Shivers ran up their spines.
Even Cinder was genuinely terrified by this figure. She had no reason as to why, but she was still afraid. It was a primal fear.
Jaune Arc, Astartes of the Arcadian Chapter, Company 2, Shock Trooper of the Imperial Legion. He was an augmented human, born and built to defend the human race from the worst the galaxy has to throw at them. He held his Bolter gun in his hands and glared out to the men standing before him.
These men were simple humans in the eyes of others. But to him, they were filth. Rebels attempting to overthrow the Emperor and his teachings. These men sought to place themselves in his throne. There was only one word for men like these. Heretic. And heretics must be purged.
The men started to open fire with their automatic rifles. But these bullets were too weak to break through the Astartes' armor. Jaune leveled his weapon toward their line. In his hands, it seemed like a simple machine gun. In context, it was a massive personal cannon. He fired one bolt toward the man closest to him. The bolt struck square in the man's gut as the shell exploded, ripping the man in half.
Ruby was torn. On one hand, the weapon was so awesome! On the other… she just saw a man get ripped in half by said weapon. The bloody mist and guts didn't help.
Jaune scared the men to their very cores. As they tried to flee, Jaune continued to fire. Each shot was a kill. Every kill a bloody mist that splattered what was left on the ground. Jaune was a killing machine, a master of war and an angel of death. As he passed by the torso of one of the soldiers, he kneeled down and picked him up by the torso to look at his insignia. Adorning the cloth and simple armor of the formerly living human was a red wolf head in profile with three slash marks. Jaune's grip tightened, breaking the bones of the dead man beneath. The White Fang have fallen.
Ilia was scared before. Now she was terrified. Would this mean she was going to see her friends die now? Would she die in this reality at the hands of this monster?
Sienna was just as worried. This variation was truly a monster. She'd seen this kid as a psychopath, a criminal, and a super spy. But they felt like people. This one was just… inhuman.
Jaune tossed the torso away. Before, he only had the conviction to complete his mission and kill these heretics. Now? Now he'd make it hurt. He'll indulge himself in vengeance for the legacy of Commander Gira Belladonna. He walked forward and toward a large military base. Only one man would be foolish enough to try a stunt like this.
Blake sighed, "Wonder who that could be…" She knew too well who would be that crazy.
The camera faded away to the interior. Within, Blake was tied up, kneeling on the ground, and bruised. Ilia was tossed to the ground next to her. White Fang soldiers saluted as Adam walked in, sword at his side. He looked down at the two with s scowl. "The White Fang will not tolerate treason."
Blake glared daggers at the man, "You're one to talk! You're a traitor to the Empire and the Legion!"
Ilia groaned from her pained position, "A traitor to all of humanity…" She looked up with a similar look to Blake's. "And to the Emperor.
Adam decided to have a little outburst. "The Emperor is a dying husk! It's only a matter of time before he finally croaks."
Blake and Ilia looked to this man like he'd just spit on a memorial. Adam had just committed the most heinous crime of heresy. If this was his plan, there was only one outcome. Blake and Ilia set themselves in kneeling prayer.
"What's going on?" Blake raised an eyebrow.
Ilia shrugged, "Not sure… Something about this Emperor?"
Ozpin had seen this before, "A god-king. The idea of a divine being manifested as a mortal ruler."
Some eyes turned to King as a joke, but… in this world it wasn't wrong. King, however, was confused by their gaze, "What?"
Adam shook his head. "You're be better off praying to me in that corpse's place. But I won't hold that against you." He drew his sword and placed it against the underside of Blake's chin. "But if this helps you, you can pray all you like. But I won't be listening." Adam's blade started to move down to her body, cutting into her uniform top.
"He wouldn't!" Ilia really hoped he wouldn't.
Blake's eye twitched in anger. "That little…"
"Sir!" Adam was cut off by one of his soldiers bursting in a panic.
This got relieved sighs from the group.
Adam growled and turned to the soldier, "What could be so important?"
The soldier was breathing heavily, anxiety and fear coursing through him, "It's a marine sir! The Empire sent an Astartes!"
Adam froze up and spun his body around now, "WHAT?!" Adam growled and slammed his sword back to his side. "I'll deal with these two later! Send them to the hold!" As Blake and Ilia were taken away, Adam returned his attention to the soldier. "What type of Marine are we dealing with?"
"I… I don't understand, sir."
"What color is his armor?! What symbols are on his shoulders?!"
"Oh! Right! He has white armor with golden trim. He has a skull on one side and twin arcs on the other!"
Adam tensed up. "Arcadia?! You're certain?"
"I'm certain sir!"
Blake now found Jaune to be her own catharsis by proxy. She didn't like seeing people die, especially like that, but she couldn't stop it anyway.
The screen returned to Jaune as he walked through the military base. As many of the soldiers tried to set up a defense, he would mow them down without even flinching. He marched on through a hail of bullets bouncing off his armor. One of the soldiers brought up a rocket launcher and leveled it toward the marching man in armor.
Ruby was a little worried for Jaune now, "That might actually do damage…" Possibly kill him.
Or not.
Jaune fired a shell at the man with the launcher and knocked his body back, causing the rocket to fly up instead of forward. The explosive struck a steam pipe and covered the soldiers nearby in the planet's steam, causing serious burns. As Jaune walked over, he killed each of them, putting them out of this misery.
Port shook a little, "Such precise accuracy and awareness… This version is more capable than anyone I'd ever seen…"
Jaune walked on, his steps ringing out into the corridors. As the footsteps rang out, a man with a large anti-armor rifle was waiting for him. An ambush set and ready, finger on the trigger to put this man down. Jaune's footsteps rang out a few more times before stopping. This confused the man with the rifle until he heard a loud shot. Then he heard nothing ever again. The Marine had walked in from a different direction, the echoing halls masking him just enough to confuse those with minimal training. He simply walked off to complete his work.
Ruby felt a chill go up her spine. "Hold on a second…"
"What is it?" Tai turned to his daughter.
"That armor… the other shoulder is different."
Eyes returned to the screen.
This armor's non-arced shoulder now had an X-shaped cross in place of the skull.
"What the heck is going on?" Yang asked.
He hadn't moved, but the footsteps echoed again. Soon, another Marine walked through the hall.
"There's another one?!" This rocked the group a bit to the core. One walking death tank with legs was bad enough. Seeing another one was not a welcome sight. And even then, this was not Jaune.
This Marine's shoulder held a sword, as did he. Jaune had brought with him his complete Company of 10 Marines. Three were remaining at the drop site to secure the evacuation zone. Two remained at the entrance. The remaining five walked through the halls, turning men into mist.
Cinder was feeling sick. TEN?! There's ten of those things?!
The scene returned to Adam as he ordered the defenses to be set. He was able to bring up an old laser cannon and get it working, but this was a dangerous gambit. If the Astartes broke into the area, he'd need to act fast and put them down before they put him down. He swallowed in a nervous act as the cannon got into position. He refused to die here. He was to become the Emperor! But there was an odd light coming from behind him.
Ruby, the resident master of metals, could recognize the effect. "Wait… That's a plasma saw. Then…"
BOOM!
Adam's head erupted into mist as a shell flew in from behind. Jaune stepped through a hole cut into the wall. His fellow Marines marched in and leveled the surprised White Fang. As Jaune walked on, he turned to the camera. He leveled his gun toward it and a blast caused the screen to go white.
This caused the people in the seats to jump a bit.
Black lettering started to form now.
[Let them bestride the galaxy like the gods of old. Sheltering mankind from destruction at the hands of an uncaring universe. – Roboute Guilliman]
"Yikes…" Yang winced a bit. "Jaune was seriously scary in that one."
Knox popped in again. "You think he's scary? You should see the rest of the universe."
King nodded, "Theirs is a cruel universe. Alien beings nearly causing the complete extinction of humanity. They survive only by banding under the power of their Emperor. Humanity now lives as a theocratic dictatorship, simply in order to survive."
Knox turned his circlet up to appear like a halo behind his head, "In the far-flung future of the year 40,000, there is only war." His circlet returned to normal and the two disappeared again.