My first story here.
DIVERGENCE PT1
It was a campaign that would go down in history.
Never before had such a force been gathered, for the foe was great indeed.
However history would write that day as the genesis event.
The Emperor and his sons said that we were on the verge of a glorious time.
How unexpectedly true that would turn out.
Opening page of the book, ‘Imperialis manifest destiny’
Slowly but surely more and more ships arrived, already three legions had staged with two more on the way. Horus Lupercal’s Luna wolves, Rogal Dorn’s Imperial Fist, Rouboute Guiliman and his ultramarines had mustered a size able force. They awaited the arrival of Jaghatai Khan and his white scars, Sanguinius‘s blood angels legion rounded out the Astarte’s legions in attendance. All in all 310,000 or so Astarte’s would take place in this crusade.
It was not an Astarte’s only affair with roughly two million soldiers of the Imperial Army and several hundred titans had arrived to take part in possibly the greatest war in this Great crusade.
The Emperor himself with his Adeptus custodes special body guard unit known as the companions, at 300 strong it would take a determined force to come close to their charge. Word spread quickly that this was the single largest force to be gathered and that no other enemy faction would warrant such a force.
Taking up a skirmisher position was the ultramarines 12th expeditionary fleet and an Army battle group of four battleships, eight cruisers, ten destroyers and 15 gun boats. Overall a small portion of the total strength available but it would make any enemy think twice about attacking. Thought Sigismund the first captain of the Imperial Fist legion and second only to the Primarch of the VII legion himself.
Arhcamus walked over to his brother captain and slapped him on the back. “Well brother busy sightseeing again, are we? You know if you continue to stare at the window our young brother Pollux will never learn what we can teach him.”
Turning his gaze to the two other captains, “Never before have I seen such a force of Imperial might. I almost feel sorry for the ork’s”. He pauses for a few seconds and then grins, “Almost.”
Pollux a young captain newly promoted and given command of the 23rd company, placed himself in a powerful defensive position with his power sword to his left side. Captain Sigismund swung his sword in a figure eight. “Remember during battle you must always adapt and be able to put aside the anger that comes when one of your warriors is killed.” He lunged forward, his sword directed at the right side of Pollux.
Quickly sidestepping the attack and taking the hilt of his sword towards Sigismund’s hands. Striking hard but not enough for the walking tank of a warrior to lose his grip, and quickly returns to an on guard position.
“Very good brother but not enough force behind it.” He feints an attack.
Elsewhere aboard phalanx
“Father is everything all right, you seem concerned?” The noble and powerful lord of the Imperial Fist asks with no small amount of confusion.
Rubbing his thumbs together he looks up and to his son. “I feel something odd in this system, I cannot tell whether it is good or bad, and it’s so small that whatever it is I can’t pin point it.” Scratching his head for a few seconds. “Maybe if I had Malcador and Magnus here we could ascertain the truth of it, alas such time we don’t have to await their arrival.” He spoke with his deep, powerful voice of the ages he had lived through.
Just then two massive figures walk in, on the left a man with close cropped hair and a blue robe like garment. At his side he carries a sword larger than most mortal men. He walked with a cool confidence, and was known as a superior tactician among his brothers. He was the Primarch of the Ultramarine's, and his name was Rouboute Guiliman.
The man on the right was a bit taller than the other; he wore a gray colored robe. He carries no weapons other than his lethal skills at hand –to hand combat. Some say that he is the greatest of all his brothers, others that he was just lucky to be found by their father first. No matter how one looked at it Horus Lupercal held a somewhat greater place in his father’s heart.
One that no one could have expected
Both bow before their father before embracing him and their brother Dorn. Horus speaks first, “Father Sanguinius sends his apologies but a matter of honor has occurred and he must handle it personally. He has sent a small contingent of 5,000 warriors to observe and assist if needed. Says that when the planet is in compliance he shall make best speed for here, but aches his heart that he will miss this grand campaign.”
On earth centauri slave masters were in a particular upset mood. Another supply ship has been bombed.
Many where thinking that taking over the humans was becoming a mistake, despite the fact that every time a incident of this nature occurred 500 humans would be killed. House mallari in the last three decades had lost over 400 workers, 25 ships and millions worth of credits to these insurrectionist attacks. They had killed over 15,000 humans in retaliation, but were being looked at to change due to the fact it wasn’t working.
Some days Londo wondered just why his ancestor had decided to invade this world. Granted the conquest was simple only a few minor losses but it was proving to be very difficult. This was a bad week for him. It started out with a sniper attack on one of house guards. The shot was certainly aimed for him but his guard had walked into the path and unknowingly saved his life. Now a supply ship to home world was crashing to the ground after an internal detonation. Taking another drink then called to one of his aids and ordered that 600 humans be killed instead of 500. The additional hundred would make them stop or so he prayed to the great maker.
Kosh was becoming most upset, something had happened to the circle that made no sense. The narns weren’t supposed to be wiped out and the humans were not to be ruled by the centauri. He was devoting every resource he had to discovering the reason behind these drastic problems to the circle.
Three days later the Crusade fleet was fully assembled and all forces new their mission. In twenty minutes the first phase would begin. The white scars, ultramarines and a significant portion of the imperial army forces would launch diversionary attacks to draw the main ork attention away from the prize. Ullanor!
As the order was given and the ships initiated movement a huge wave of energy knocked the Emperor, librarians and navigators out cold. A strange yellow/blue light engulfed the entire force and the shaking began. All systems except life support were shutting down, nothing else worked as crews on all ships tried desperately to get everything working.
Dorn and a custode tried frantically to awaken the Emperor, to no avail as reports came in from all aboard phalanx that every librarian was also incapacitated. A few sparks begun to fly out burning a few unfortunate crew.
After several seconds another custode came and switched out with Dorn. He stood up and yelled, “Status report now!” The strange light made him almost invisible with his yellow armor. His fist balled up and shaking not just from the vibrations which were steadily increasing making it hard for mundane to stand, but his building fury, no response was quickly given.
“Sire all systems but life supports are down. Reports from all over the ship, the librarians are also unconscious, so is the navigator. No way of pinpointing the source. This bloody damned shaking is getting worse.” After that last part all those standing were forced to the deck including the Primarch.
Grabbing onto a rail and crushing it with his massive strength. “Uh is it coming from us or outside the fleet?” He would not get his answer as another wave energy hit and the worst shaking occurred and fears of the vessels breaking apart.
In another dimension the home system of the klingon empire Qo’noS . Over a billion Klingons and 100 war birds were experiencing the same phenomenon. None knew what was happening or the monumental age ahead of them all.
Disclaimer: I do not own of the copyrighted characters, names and story of either babylon5, warhammer 40k, or star trek. They belong to their respected creators. Only my small original characters are of mine. No monetary profit is desired for this story.
A crusade against the circle
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Re: A crusade against the circle
Your scene changes are a bit abrupt.
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Re: A crusade against the circle
Yes well it's more just for the first two parts.
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PT2
Divergence PT2
He awoke a very annoying ringing. At first he thought it was an alarm, but quickly learned it was his ears. Slowly getting to his feet, having to take a knee and push off of it to do so. Looking around he saw that a few crew members were waking up and slowly regaining themselves.
After a few seconds he was finally able move around, he went and helped several crew members to their feet and got them back on their counsels. Slowly but surely all the crew were up and getting their systems online. Over the next 30 minutes all ships reported in, several of the librarians and navigators where waking up. The Emperor however was still out and no sign of his awakening anytime soon. He was moved down to the apothecarian.
His brothers were en route, as well as the Imperial Army Lord Generals, and representatives of the adeptus mechanicus forces. “What happened? What could have done this?” he unknowingly thought aloud.
“Lord Dorn” a soft female voice came out over a vox caster in the ceiling.
He raised an eyebrow, most surprised by his navigators timing to speak. “Yes what is it?”
“Lord I have looked into the warp and as strange as it may sound, I saw a warp that was calm and would be far safer and easier to travel than I have ever seen.”
Moving over to the giant semi dome that enclosed the navigator, “What will that do for us”
“We can travel at a far faster rate of speed my lord. Whatever has happened I feel that we are not in OUR universe anymore.” After that last statement all eyes turned to the Primarch, who had an incredulous look about his face.
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Outside of the solar system Omeloes
A great light appeared and blinded a great number of sensors and satellites of the Dilgar. A fleet of twenty ships was sent to investigate this occurrence on the eve of their war. More than a few thought that the worst had happened and the sun had gone supernova few years early.
War master Jha’Dur was personally leading the investigating ships. She was considered the greatest and would not dare let anything come close to interfering with her plans to conquer and experiment.
According to the scans it the origin point was a light year outside the solar system. Her fleet would have taken years to get there if it wasn’t for hyperspace. The trip only took a handful of minutes.
As they left the jump space all crew froze in shock. An entire solar system has appeared where for countless centuries only empty space existed. The cat like Xenos had no idea that they were flying right into the worst race for a first contact. Though it didn’t matter what contact it was as long as you shot them before they knew you were there.
One planet was close by and it had a great deal of activity. Long range scanners could detect hundreds of vessels moving around. All in a hectic disorganized manner. Jha’dur saw this and thought it was a bunch of young immature and a truly pathetic species or multiples. Most of the vessels seemed to only vaguely resemble each other.
“Order all ships into a wedge pattern with us behind the tip.” The fleet quickly moved into the practiced maneuver and made for the planet. Two hours later they got close enough and tried to communicate with the unknown’s.
At first they tried interlack, then centauri, Vree and lastly they tried the Dilgar language. All failed to get any response, the war master was getting frustrated, very frustrated. She was about to order her fleet to get closer when a crew member spoke out first. “Almost all of the unknown ships are approaching us… this can’t be right… War master it appears that they are shooting at each other at the same time as they are coming for us.”
She raised an eyebrow at this curious course of events. “How many ships?” she asked.
“23 ranging in size from fighters to roughly our size war master?
In space the nearly two dozen ork craft approached the Dilgar fleet, in their species usual manner. Showing no regard for tactics other than whoever gets their first, fights first and might get more kills. The Dilgar fleet re arranged into a wall of four rows and five ships per row, around four kilometers separation between each ship.
A few ships fired warning shots; however they couldn’t know that this would only entice the rushing ships even more. Some fear was gripping the Dilgar, suddenly all ships opened fire at the same time. Several of the small fighter’s were destroyed. At a thousand kilometers the rest of the ships continued on. These vessels were classified by the Imperium as onslaught class Kroozers. Not very dangerous at a distance, but deadly up close.
The barrage continued, now twelve of the unknown ships were still functional. As the distance closed, the Dilgar crews had become very worried now; no sane commander would keep pushing their forces through such a punishing fire. Yet still they advanced to within 400 meters they opened fire.
As diverse and no uniformed as the ships appeared, slug thrower, crude missiles or energy based weapons. That appeared crude but easily destroyed four ships in the first return salvo. When a battle got this close they called it knife fighting distance. It forced them to lose their formation and spread out. Effectively every ship for itself.
Ships broke formation and tried to move behind the enemy, who still refused to acknowledge the attempts at communication. Well except for the barrel of a gun. Easily outclassed and skilled the ork’s are having a great deal of trouble fighting these new enemies. However the classic ork mentality of more is better will prove itself out. Despite the power and skill of the Dilgar craft, the ork’s are just too tough.
Another round struck shaking her command ship violently and another fire broke out on the bridge. “Uhhh contact home world, tell them we need more ships here now. Send everything we have on this battle so far.” Her orders were carried out.
It took another ten minutes and all but one dilgar ship was destroyed. Every ork craft was a burning, floating wreck. What survivors could be saved where collected and the lone ship drifted back towards Omeleos. The Dilgar war started early, and against a foe they never imagined in their worst nightmares. The galaxy would never know that its greatest would be war criminal had been slain. But compared to coming events her crimes would pale in comparison.
As the ship limped back to its home, they had no way of knowing that over a hundred vessels where approaching included where a dozen ork roks.
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Rapid strike cruiser, arrow point was quickly closing on the unknown contact it detected nearby. Clearly this strange bird like vessel was investigating something.
The vessel was of the white scars legion, with full stealth activated it appeared as thou the unknown had no idea it was being followed. “Ship master we have confirmed the readings that system is the Proxima system, Segmentum solar.” The voice of his second in command.
Ship master Ku’lan shook his head at the insanity of the results. “Thrice we’ve checked, now there can be no denying the truth. It doesn’t add up, no Imperial signals and this unknown ship.” Standing up he left his command throne, and walked over to a serf. “Tell me are there humans on that vessel.”
The serf nodded and activated his scanners, “No ship master I detect only Xenos…. They are on to us.”
Four kilometers in space the Vorchan realized it was being followed and scanned. Turning to face the equally unknown it stopped just short of two kilometers. Both ships were halted and now actively scanning each other.
Ku’lan sat back down in his throne, “Can we communicate with these Xenos?” Asked to both the serfs and the astropath.
Her silky, delicate voice rang first, “My lord I can enter their minds and detect no psykers at all.”
“Sir I think I found a way.” A white robed serf spoke out.
The second of the ship Si’tash, aggravated ordered first. “Well man tell us don’t keep us in suspense.”
Standing up and facing the two demi-gods, “It appears they have a very ancient form of tachyon communications equipment. One of the models the Emperor in his wisdom told us our ancestors used.” He coughed for a second before continuing. “I am confident we can communicate, however the video may be distorted.”
“Very well record everything from this point on and have a continuous stream sent to the Khan.” The ship master was losing patience.
“Connection achieved video up in 3…2...1!”
On the main screen a vaguely human looking creature appeared. If it wasn’t for his hair and the scanner readings it might have been mistaken as human. It spoke something in a strange language. After a minute the translation came through.
“To unknown vessel, you are in His Majesty the Emperor of the Centauri’s territory. Identify yourself or face hostile actions.” The somewhat young looking officer, presumably the captain confidently recited.
Thinking over for a minute, “Send what I say….. To Centauri officer you are mistaken this system belongs to the Imperium of man. Why are you claiming it as yours.” The signal was sent with every bit of command that could be translated.
Aboard the Vorchan
Imperium of man… that doesn’t make any sense, man is a slave race to us. Pushing the transmit button. “You are ordered to stand down and prepare to be boarded; Rogue human slave elements will not be tolerated. Surrender now and you will not be killed.” He let go of the button. “All stations red alert arm weapons and launch our sentri fighters. We will give those vermin five minutes to comply before we open fire.”
Back aboard the arrow point, each and every one present was a face of barely controlled fury. “Weapons I want their engines destroyed, turn their guns into slag.” The vessels engines ignited and propelled the ship faster than one would think. Before the Xenos vessel could properly react powerful plasma batteries shot forth knocking out the engines and one of the plasma accelerators.
The Vorchan's Bridge,
Fire erupted all over, several crew were dead or injured. Reports were coming in that the engines were gone and half of their primary weapons were molten slag. The captain himself was nursing a wound to his leg, after some shrapnel from the wall flew into it. “Send out a distress signal, warn the republic. Whatever weapons can still fire, use them.”
A three shot burst struck out and collided with the void shields of the Astarte’s vessel and did no harm.
Another salvo destroyed the gun and now the Vorchan had no offensive weaponry.
Utter terror gripped the heart of the Centauri aboard this ship. How could the humans have gained such a ship? It clearly outclassed them without breaking a sweat. “Self destruct now!”
One of the crew looked back at him, “We can’t let them capture us, or the ship, do it now!” Before the button could be pushed all the hairs of their necks rose and a strange static and ozone smell filled the air. A flash of light and suddenly three massive figures, with a ghostly white armor and a thunder bolt symbol.
They grabbed the few survivors and suddenly they were gone. No longer aboard the devastated Vorchan, but the strange and alien design of the mysterious human ship. He fainted from the loss of blood and shock of how quickly his world turned upside down.
He awoke a very annoying ringing. At first he thought it was an alarm, but quickly learned it was his ears. Slowly getting to his feet, having to take a knee and push off of it to do so. Looking around he saw that a few crew members were waking up and slowly regaining themselves.
After a few seconds he was finally able move around, he went and helped several crew members to their feet and got them back on their counsels. Slowly but surely all the crew were up and getting their systems online. Over the next 30 minutes all ships reported in, several of the librarians and navigators where waking up. The Emperor however was still out and no sign of his awakening anytime soon. He was moved down to the apothecarian.
His brothers were en route, as well as the Imperial Army Lord Generals, and representatives of the adeptus mechanicus forces. “What happened? What could have done this?” he unknowingly thought aloud.
“Lord Dorn” a soft female voice came out over a vox caster in the ceiling.
He raised an eyebrow, most surprised by his navigators timing to speak. “Yes what is it?”
“Lord I have looked into the warp and as strange as it may sound, I saw a warp that was calm and would be far safer and easier to travel than I have ever seen.”
Moving over to the giant semi dome that enclosed the navigator, “What will that do for us”
“We can travel at a far faster rate of speed my lord. Whatever has happened I feel that we are not in OUR universe anymore.” After that last statement all eyes turned to the Primarch, who had an incredulous look about his face.
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Outside of the solar system Omeloes
A great light appeared and blinded a great number of sensors and satellites of the Dilgar. A fleet of twenty ships was sent to investigate this occurrence on the eve of their war. More than a few thought that the worst had happened and the sun had gone supernova few years early.
War master Jha’Dur was personally leading the investigating ships. She was considered the greatest and would not dare let anything come close to interfering with her plans to conquer and experiment.
According to the scans it the origin point was a light year outside the solar system. Her fleet would have taken years to get there if it wasn’t for hyperspace. The trip only took a handful of minutes.
As they left the jump space all crew froze in shock. An entire solar system has appeared where for countless centuries only empty space existed. The cat like Xenos had no idea that they were flying right into the worst race for a first contact. Though it didn’t matter what contact it was as long as you shot them before they knew you were there.
One planet was close by and it had a great deal of activity. Long range scanners could detect hundreds of vessels moving around. All in a hectic disorganized manner. Jha’dur saw this and thought it was a bunch of young immature and a truly pathetic species or multiples. Most of the vessels seemed to only vaguely resemble each other.
“Order all ships into a wedge pattern with us behind the tip.” The fleet quickly moved into the practiced maneuver and made for the planet. Two hours later they got close enough and tried to communicate with the unknown’s.
At first they tried interlack, then centauri, Vree and lastly they tried the Dilgar language. All failed to get any response, the war master was getting frustrated, very frustrated. She was about to order her fleet to get closer when a crew member spoke out first. “Almost all of the unknown ships are approaching us… this can’t be right… War master it appears that they are shooting at each other at the same time as they are coming for us.”
She raised an eyebrow at this curious course of events. “How many ships?” she asked.
“23 ranging in size from fighters to roughly our size war master?
In space the nearly two dozen ork craft approached the Dilgar fleet, in their species usual manner. Showing no regard for tactics other than whoever gets their first, fights first and might get more kills. The Dilgar fleet re arranged into a wall of four rows and five ships per row, around four kilometers separation between each ship.
A few ships fired warning shots; however they couldn’t know that this would only entice the rushing ships even more. Some fear was gripping the Dilgar, suddenly all ships opened fire at the same time. Several of the small fighter’s were destroyed. At a thousand kilometers the rest of the ships continued on. These vessels were classified by the Imperium as onslaught class Kroozers. Not very dangerous at a distance, but deadly up close.
The barrage continued, now twelve of the unknown ships were still functional. As the distance closed, the Dilgar crews had become very worried now; no sane commander would keep pushing their forces through such a punishing fire. Yet still they advanced to within 400 meters they opened fire.
As diverse and no uniformed as the ships appeared, slug thrower, crude missiles or energy based weapons. That appeared crude but easily destroyed four ships in the first return salvo. When a battle got this close they called it knife fighting distance. It forced them to lose their formation and spread out. Effectively every ship for itself.
Ships broke formation and tried to move behind the enemy, who still refused to acknowledge the attempts at communication. Well except for the barrel of a gun. Easily outclassed and skilled the ork’s are having a great deal of trouble fighting these new enemies. However the classic ork mentality of more is better will prove itself out. Despite the power and skill of the Dilgar craft, the ork’s are just too tough.
Another round struck shaking her command ship violently and another fire broke out on the bridge. “Uhhh contact home world, tell them we need more ships here now. Send everything we have on this battle so far.” Her orders were carried out.
It took another ten minutes and all but one dilgar ship was destroyed. Every ork craft was a burning, floating wreck. What survivors could be saved where collected and the lone ship drifted back towards Omeleos. The Dilgar war started early, and against a foe they never imagined in their worst nightmares. The galaxy would never know that its greatest would be war criminal had been slain. But compared to coming events her crimes would pale in comparison.
As the ship limped back to its home, they had no way of knowing that over a hundred vessels where approaching included where a dozen ork roks.
=================================================================================
Rapid strike cruiser, arrow point was quickly closing on the unknown contact it detected nearby. Clearly this strange bird like vessel was investigating something.
The vessel was of the white scars legion, with full stealth activated it appeared as thou the unknown had no idea it was being followed. “Ship master we have confirmed the readings that system is the Proxima system, Segmentum solar.” The voice of his second in command.
Ship master Ku’lan shook his head at the insanity of the results. “Thrice we’ve checked, now there can be no denying the truth. It doesn’t add up, no Imperial signals and this unknown ship.” Standing up he left his command throne, and walked over to a serf. “Tell me are there humans on that vessel.”
The serf nodded and activated his scanners, “No ship master I detect only Xenos…. They are on to us.”
Four kilometers in space the Vorchan realized it was being followed and scanned. Turning to face the equally unknown it stopped just short of two kilometers. Both ships were halted and now actively scanning each other.
Ku’lan sat back down in his throne, “Can we communicate with these Xenos?” Asked to both the serfs and the astropath.
Her silky, delicate voice rang first, “My lord I can enter their minds and detect no psykers at all.”
“Sir I think I found a way.” A white robed serf spoke out.
The second of the ship Si’tash, aggravated ordered first. “Well man tell us don’t keep us in suspense.”
Standing up and facing the two demi-gods, “It appears they have a very ancient form of tachyon communications equipment. One of the models the Emperor in his wisdom told us our ancestors used.” He coughed for a second before continuing. “I am confident we can communicate, however the video may be distorted.”
“Very well record everything from this point on and have a continuous stream sent to the Khan.” The ship master was losing patience.
“Connection achieved video up in 3…2...1!”
On the main screen a vaguely human looking creature appeared. If it wasn’t for his hair and the scanner readings it might have been mistaken as human. It spoke something in a strange language. After a minute the translation came through.
“To unknown vessel, you are in His Majesty the Emperor of the Centauri’s territory. Identify yourself or face hostile actions.” The somewhat young looking officer, presumably the captain confidently recited.
Thinking over for a minute, “Send what I say….. To Centauri officer you are mistaken this system belongs to the Imperium of man. Why are you claiming it as yours.” The signal was sent with every bit of command that could be translated.
Aboard the Vorchan
Imperium of man… that doesn’t make any sense, man is a slave race to us. Pushing the transmit button. “You are ordered to stand down and prepare to be boarded; Rogue human slave elements will not be tolerated. Surrender now and you will not be killed.” He let go of the button. “All stations red alert arm weapons and launch our sentri fighters. We will give those vermin five minutes to comply before we open fire.”
Back aboard the arrow point, each and every one present was a face of barely controlled fury. “Weapons I want their engines destroyed, turn their guns into slag.” The vessels engines ignited and propelled the ship faster than one would think. Before the Xenos vessel could properly react powerful plasma batteries shot forth knocking out the engines and one of the plasma accelerators.
The Vorchan's Bridge,
Fire erupted all over, several crew were dead or injured. Reports were coming in that the engines were gone and half of their primary weapons were molten slag. The captain himself was nursing a wound to his leg, after some shrapnel from the wall flew into it. “Send out a distress signal, warn the republic. Whatever weapons can still fire, use them.”
A three shot burst struck out and collided with the void shields of the Astarte’s vessel and did no harm.
Another salvo destroyed the gun and now the Vorchan had no offensive weaponry.
Utter terror gripped the heart of the Centauri aboard this ship. How could the humans have gained such a ship? It clearly outclassed them without breaking a sweat. “Self destruct now!”
One of the crew looked back at him, “We can’t let them capture us, or the ship, do it now!” Before the button could be pushed all the hairs of their necks rose and a strange static and ozone smell filled the air. A flash of light and suddenly three massive figures, with a ghostly white armor and a thunder bolt symbol.
They grabbed the few survivors and suddenly they were gone. No longer aboard the devastated Vorchan, but the strange and alien design of the mysterious human ship. He fainted from the loss of blood and shock of how quickly his world turned upside down.
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Re: A crusade against the circle
chapter 1 will be up either tomorrow or saturday and it is very slowed down in comparison.
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ch1 here you go!
Chapter 1
The video plays itself again so that the great leaders of the fleet can analyze this new turn of events. Each and every aspect was reviewed from the stalk, first contact, damage and the boarding party. These centauri appeared to be no real threat. What disturbed them all was that they called humanity slaves. Could it be? That they really where in a different universe or time? These two questions were going through the minds of the leaders.
“High magos just was is the possibility with all the present facts that we are in an alternate universe?” The great Primarch Horus asked his long time friend of the adeptus mechanicus.
All eyes turned to the crimson cloaked man, who had more machine bionic parts then normal organic parts. His face concealed but all could hear the strange machine like noises being made, representing the secret binary language the masters of mars use. It takes a few minutes before an answer is given.” Great Primarch I regret to inform that with the facts, there is a 63.4444% chance of this being fact. Once the fleet makes it to Terra or Holy Mars we will know for sure.”
A great sigh is uttered from several of them. “Any update on the Emperor, Milord’s?” Lord General Faokker asks as he unknowingly rubs the thunderbolt badge on his chest.
The great Praetorian guard of the Emperor, the imperial fist VII legion Primarch Dorn responds. “No it appears that the phenomenon hit the psykers the hardest. The weakest of our psykers awoke first, all but the Emperor as he is possibly the most powerful pysker ever and magnitudes more powerful than any of our librarians. It is of little surprise that he was hit hardest. However the last librarian to awaken was around two hours ago.”
“We must make way to terra.” Slamming a fist down, the khans growing impatience was becoming more evident than his usual demeanor would suggest. Several of the members present are surprised by this sudden outburst.
“I disagree brother, we should make for proxima. We can use it as a base of operations. We need to gather information. Terra is humanities home world and if it had been taken over. Than it must be very heavily guarded, and I have no desire to run into a possible trap, there is too much here we don’t know.”
Standing up his anger leaping from his soul, “Brother I never thought you a coward.” He was about to taunt his brother.
Balling his fist,” You insolent savage how dare you insult me on my ship?” Moving to confront his less sophisticated brother, Dorn raised his fist as if he were ready to fight.
“Stand down the both of you father would be most displeased with your bickering. We are Astarte’s Primarch’s above such pettiness.” Horus intervened first with Guiliman a step behind. Both were stone faced on the matter.
Waiting a few seconds taking a deep sigh, “Father would want us to be smart and not rush into something blind. If there are human slaves then we must find and liberate them. Not get them killed in crossfire from poor planning."
A deep, powerful voice interrupts, “Very good Horus, I see my lessons have struck true for you.”
Everyone froze before they collected themselves, standing up and bowing their heads.
“Friends, Sons. I know not what reason the universe has seen fit to bring us here, but we will face it with human courage and control. We will not rush in like savage Ork’s, nor shall we stagnate ourselves like the elder. No! We shall forge the Imperium here. First Proxima then we make for Terra and mars.” He nods to the high magos after that last part.
Everyone slams their fist across their chest and then makes the sign of the Aquila. “Dorn will send a company of his fist and one of the Army ships to scout out proxima.” Raising a hand, “Jaghati and his white scares will scout out to Vega for a secondary base. Horus I want you to send a scout force to sol system.”
“I want the rest of the fleet ready to go at a moment’s notice. Now let’s get to it.” They salute as they leave and he returns the gesture. After every one leaves his two chief bodyguards enter. Lord General Custode Constantan Valdor and shield captain Mikaelor Cobernus. He walks to the window screen.
“What is it my lord?” The chief custode asked.
Turning around to his longtime friend, “This place is so different; I can detect almost none of the same ruinous power of the warp. Whatever happened had nothing to do with those vile intelligences. The warp is disturbingly calm and quiet. I am both pleased and terrified by such a thing. We no longer haft to worry about the threat they pose, but now everyone we left behind will haft to do deal with it. I hope Malcador and my sons are up to the task.”
Mikaelor’s face hardened, “The sigilite is a stubborn old bastard and he will know well what to do. I have every bit of confidence that he will unite your sons and continue what we were abducted from.”
Both the other two raise an eyebrow at the choice word, “Abducted?”
Shrugging his shoulder, “First word that came to mind,” maintain an innocent expression.
A small fit of laughter overcomes the group.
After composing themselves again,” Gentlemen let us return to the cells, I wish to interrogate these centauri myself.
Several minutes later Cor Mollari sat chained to a most uncomfortable metal chair. He was had been interrogated a few times but could tell that whoever they where they were just toying with him. They had put some sort of clock in front of him or so he thought it was one. His best guess was that the roughly twelve hours had gone by.
The large heavy door slowly opened and a man walked into the room, a man with strong golden armor and an over sized sword. The man must have been three meters tall and had every bit the look of a leader about him. There was something else about the man, he felt weird as thou some sort of power emitted off him. The man suddenly stared deep into his and Cor felt that something was crushing his mind.
With utter fear he realized this man was a telepath.
The video plays itself again so that the great leaders of the fleet can analyze this new turn of events. Each and every aspect was reviewed from the stalk, first contact, damage and the boarding party. These centauri appeared to be no real threat. What disturbed them all was that they called humanity slaves. Could it be? That they really where in a different universe or time? These two questions were going through the minds of the leaders.
“High magos just was is the possibility with all the present facts that we are in an alternate universe?” The great Primarch Horus asked his long time friend of the adeptus mechanicus.
All eyes turned to the crimson cloaked man, who had more machine bionic parts then normal organic parts. His face concealed but all could hear the strange machine like noises being made, representing the secret binary language the masters of mars use. It takes a few minutes before an answer is given.” Great Primarch I regret to inform that with the facts, there is a 63.4444% chance of this being fact. Once the fleet makes it to Terra or Holy Mars we will know for sure.”
A great sigh is uttered from several of them. “Any update on the Emperor, Milord’s?” Lord General Faokker asks as he unknowingly rubs the thunderbolt badge on his chest.
The great Praetorian guard of the Emperor, the imperial fist VII legion Primarch Dorn responds. “No it appears that the phenomenon hit the psykers the hardest. The weakest of our psykers awoke first, all but the Emperor as he is possibly the most powerful pysker ever and magnitudes more powerful than any of our librarians. It is of little surprise that he was hit hardest. However the last librarian to awaken was around two hours ago.”
“We must make way to terra.” Slamming a fist down, the khans growing impatience was becoming more evident than his usual demeanor would suggest. Several of the members present are surprised by this sudden outburst.
“I disagree brother, we should make for proxima. We can use it as a base of operations. We need to gather information. Terra is humanities home world and if it had been taken over. Than it must be very heavily guarded, and I have no desire to run into a possible trap, there is too much here we don’t know.”
Standing up his anger leaping from his soul, “Brother I never thought you a coward.” He was about to taunt his brother.
Balling his fist,” You insolent savage how dare you insult me on my ship?” Moving to confront his less sophisticated brother, Dorn raised his fist as if he were ready to fight.
“Stand down the both of you father would be most displeased with your bickering. We are Astarte’s Primarch’s above such pettiness.” Horus intervened first with Guiliman a step behind. Both were stone faced on the matter.
Waiting a few seconds taking a deep sigh, “Father would want us to be smart and not rush into something blind. If there are human slaves then we must find and liberate them. Not get them killed in crossfire from poor planning."
A deep, powerful voice interrupts, “Very good Horus, I see my lessons have struck true for you.”
Everyone froze before they collected themselves, standing up and bowing their heads.
“Friends, Sons. I know not what reason the universe has seen fit to bring us here, but we will face it with human courage and control. We will not rush in like savage Ork’s, nor shall we stagnate ourselves like the elder. No! We shall forge the Imperium here. First Proxima then we make for Terra and mars.” He nods to the high magos after that last part.
Everyone slams their fist across their chest and then makes the sign of the Aquila. “Dorn will send a company of his fist and one of the Army ships to scout out proxima.” Raising a hand, “Jaghati and his white scares will scout out to Vega for a secondary base. Horus I want you to send a scout force to sol system.”
“I want the rest of the fleet ready to go at a moment’s notice. Now let’s get to it.” They salute as they leave and he returns the gesture. After every one leaves his two chief bodyguards enter. Lord General Custode Constantan Valdor and shield captain Mikaelor Cobernus. He walks to the window screen.
“What is it my lord?” The chief custode asked.
Turning around to his longtime friend, “This place is so different; I can detect almost none of the same ruinous power of the warp. Whatever happened had nothing to do with those vile intelligences. The warp is disturbingly calm and quiet. I am both pleased and terrified by such a thing. We no longer haft to worry about the threat they pose, but now everyone we left behind will haft to do deal with it. I hope Malcador and my sons are up to the task.”
Mikaelor’s face hardened, “The sigilite is a stubborn old bastard and he will know well what to do. I have every bit of confidence that he will unite your sons and continue what we were abducted from.”
Both the other two raise an eyebrow at the choice word, “Abducted?”
Shrugging his shoulder, “First word that came to mind,” maintain an innocent expression.
A small fit of laughter overcomes the group.
After composing themselves again,” Gentlemen let us return to the cells, I wish to interrogate these centauri myself.
Several minutes later Cor Mollari sat chained to a most uncomfortable metal chair. He was had been interrogated a few times but could tell that whoever they where they were just toying with him. They had put some sort of clock in front of him or so he thought it was one. His best guess was that the roughly twelve hours had gone by.
The large heavy door slowly opened and a man walked into the room, a man with strong golden armor and an over sized sword. The man must have been three meters tall and had every bit the look of a leader about him. There was something else about the man, he felt weird as thou some sort of power emitted off him. The man suddenly stared deep into his and Cor felt that something was crushing his mind.
With utter fear he realized this man was a telepath.
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Chapter 2
He felt the pain as this overly large and powerful telepath bore into his mind; shifting through his memories and secrets as thou he was reading a book. Judging by the look of anger on his face and the increased pressure Cor guessed he found memories of his time at the human slave camps. Then that was all he could think of and the man’s anger grew again as Cor suddenly thought of the slaves he was ordered to kill. Desperately he tried to feel that he did not want to do it but was simply following orders.
“Your carried them out none the less, Murdering over a dozen unarmed and helpless children who had never done a THING to you Cor Mollari.” The figure spoke in perfect centauri dialect. “Yes I learn your language by shifting through you mind. It will come in handy when we go to war against you. Not one of your people’s ships will survive; we shall crush your armies under our iron fist. Your people’s technology will be taken back to sticks and stones. We will ravage your lands and utterly destroy everything you Centauri” Spitting that word out as a curse.” Hold dear. There will be enough of your people left to rebuild and learn from your mistakes but only a thousand shall have that chance, if they don’t kill themselves after witnessing and surviving our wrath!”
Cor urinated himself, and if he wasn’t so certain he was about to die would have felt embarrassed, for he did not want to see this great tragedy befall his people. He did not want to see the looks on his family when they learnt that he was the first to lose and give these stronger humans the information they needed.
The man grabbed his hand and very slowly started to crush his hand. “Oh no you shall survive all this and will be one of the few to see your fall from grace.” Then with a horrendous series of cracks and pops his hand was broken in over a dozen places. He screamed out and both his hearts were beating so fast he was certain they would explode.
“I hope you live for a very long time Cor Mollari and that you remember the profit to kill humans is always too little.” The large golden figure rose up to his full height and left the room his anger was not quenched in the least. As he left the room he turned back his gaze to the broken centauri. Sending one last message strait into his brain, he saw fire, death, and lightning from the sky, great terrible warriors clad in powerful armor destroying everything he loved on centauri prime. The vision would repeat itself for the next three hours.
The door shut forcefully but Cor is into much agony to have noticed.
“Well I’d say you were rather lenient with the Xenos, milord.” After slamming the rune to activate the walkway, and activating a special device on his arm.
Cranking his neck slightly as the armor allowed, “Well Valdor, we shall see but I want him to know the pain he has caused seeing everything you love be taken from you. It may be lenient but he is a small fish and the big ones… Oh they will suffer and we shall ensure it never happens here again. Once we get to the command citadel I want to talk to my sons. You to deliver a message to the high magos, I want every piece of technology we can get from these xenos to be studied and if we can apply it to our services we will.”
The two custodes looked at each other with surprise evident on their faces.
“Yes you heard me right, from what I gained of their technology they can communicate from several systems WITHOUT the need of a astropath, and it not take months or years to be received. That is the main reason and if we can find more useful trinkets then we will.” He returned his head forward it would be another few minutes before they reached the command citadel.
Several minutes later and a bit of debate between the two custodes and the high magos who eventually came to reason and made the preparations.
“EMPEROR on deck!” A crew man yelled and all including the Primarch’s stood to attention and bowed.
“As you were. Status on the recon missions?”He asked as he sat at the special throne installed for him.
“Father, Pollux and his company are ready, the Golan 41st regiment is also ready they depart in ten minutes.” Dorn spoke up first his right hand curled into a fist across his chest.
The Kahn walked up next, “My liege the arrow is already in flight.” Dorn was only just getting used to his less civilized brother’s method of tactical wording. Still found it a bit annoying at times.
“Father I request your leave to join the mission to sol system?” Horus Lupercal humbly asked. The other three Primarch’s in attendance all stared at him.
Thinking it over for a few minutes,” No my son I need you for a different mission. Rouboute Have two of your chapters ready for deployment. I think I remember something about the time frame in which we have been deposited. If I’m right then there are only two factions that have the numbers and power to pose a threat to us.”
The blue robed Primarch bows his head in acknowledgement, and acceptance, “As you wish father we will not fail you.”
“ Contact all ships masters, that two hours after we receive word of the alien presence in proxima we will make best speed and take it back. The Imperial fist will be the spear tip, into proxima. From there we shall establish our forward operating base and begin our mission to liberate sol system. The Luna wolves will stage themselves two light years outside sol and get us a beach head at Pluto thirty six standard hours after the sol recon group return.”
Everyone’s attention tightened as they felt the emotions of pre battle combining with the feeling of complete confidence emitting from the Emperor.
A few minutes later aboard the Imperial Fist strike cruiser, Dorn’s shot; Captain Pollux was talking to the commanding officer of the army regiment they were traveling with. “Colonel- Aviv we anticipate a substantial enemy presence but the strength of their ships appear on par with our storm birds. Thou maybe a few more numerous weapons possibly, still best to be prepared.”
Taking in the information carefully, “Very well Captain Astarte’s, I think once we enter the system a on line approach is best. With fighters and storm birds out and about to enhance our mobility.” Speaking in his thick Golan accent, as he stroked his saber,” do you think we might have a chance at some close combat Captain Pollux?”
Chuckling,” Colonel from what I understand I don’t think it will be worth the energy to but should the chance come I shall ensure you receive the honor. I agree with your formation plan. We can enter the warp whenever you are ready.”
The colonel salutes and his image disappears as Pollux turns to his bridge. “Activate Gellar fields and open the warp. Let us get this mission going and see just what our soon to be base of operations will be like. We go forward in the name of the Emperor and all mankind!” He yells then slams his fist against his breast plate three times.
The crews return the salute and carry out his orders.
After an hour of travel in real time but a few short minutes in the warp, an ever changing time relation that takes years if not decades to truly get used to, goes by.
Outside the proxima system a great tear opens up, unlike any hyperspace point ever seen by any of the current races ( or old ones) vast colors are seen and terrible and violent lightning strikes out to distances greater then several kilometers. As two vessels, those are larger than the centauri’s new primus battleships or the minbari sharlin battle cruisers, escape the unreal reality of warp space twenty five thousand meters outside of the solar system. Not even thirty seconds go by before the two vessels enter into their pre ordained formation.
A space marine strike cruiser with three storm birds flying cover, while the imperial army battleship flew on the left with a multitude of fighter cover, begin scanning at maximum range and make way into the system.
“Captain Pollux long range scanners detect some type of satellite 20 kilometers out. It small why we couldn’t detect it sooner, approximately 20 meters tall, 12 meters long, energy weapons not missile weaponry detected. Armor is on par with our fighters. “
“Show me on the main screen crewmen.” A few seconds later the image appears of a purple in color and a double circular-ish platform with almost arms like extremities. “Send the storm birds in and knock it out. Get a better scan we must know if any more are in the area.”
A few minutes later the trio of storm birds moved around the object which according to its creators was a blockade mine. However it was by itself thanks to a malfunction in its thrusters and had drifted away from the Geo stationary orbit of the planet it was to keep an eye on. The storm birds were rather large but could easily out maneuver the mines ability to engage them.
After a few seconds they fired a few heavy bolter rounds and obliterated the mine. Striker 8 to Dorns Shot, we have destroyed the satellite, easily able to out maneuver it, by it no real threat.”
He felt the pain as this overly large and powerful telepath bore into his mind; shifting through his memories and secrets as thou he was reading a book. Judging by the look of anger on his face and the increased pressure Cor guessed he found memories of his time at the human slave camps. Then that was all he could think of and the man’s anger grew again as Cor suddenly thought of the slaves he was ordered to kill. Desperately he tried to feel that he did not want to do it but was simply following orders.
“Your carried them out none the less, Murdering over a dozen unarmed and helpless children who had never done a THING to you Cor Mollari.” The figure spoke in perfect centauri dialect. “Yes I learn your language by shifting through you mind. It will come in handy when we go to war against you. Not one of your people’s ships will survive; we shall crush your armies under our iron fist. Your people’s technology will be taken back to sticks and stones. We will ravage your lands and utterly destroy everything you Centauri” Spitting that word out as a curse.” Hold dear. There will be enough of your people left to rebuild and learn from your mistakes but only a thousand shall have that chance, if they don’t kill themselves after witnessing and surviving our wrath!”
Cor urinated himself, and if he wasn’t so certain he was about to die would have felt embarrassed, for he did not want to see this great tragedy befall his people. He did not want to see the looks on his family when they learnt that he was the first to lose and give these stronger humans the information they needed.
The man grabbed his hand and very slowly started to crush his hand. “Oh no you shall survive all this and will be one of the few to see your fall from grace.” Then with a horrendous series of cracks and pops his hand was broken in over a dozen places. He screamed out and both his hearts were beating so fast he was certain they would explode.
“I hope you live for a very long time Cor Mollari and that you remember the profit to kill humans is always too little.” The large golden figure rose up to his full height and left the room his anger was not quenched in the least. As he left the room he turned back his gaze to the broken centauri. Sending one last message strait into his brain, he saw fire, death, and lightning from the sky, great terrible warriors clad in powerful armor destroying everything he loved on centauri prime. The vision would repeat itself for the next three hours.
The door shut forcefully but Cor is into much agony to have noticed.
“Well I’d say you were rather lenient with the Xenos, milord.” After slamming the rune to activate the walkway, and activating a special device on his arm.
Cranking his neck slightly as the armor allowed, “Well Valdor, we shall see but I want him to know the pain he has caused seeing everything you love be taken from you. It may be lenient but he is a small fish and the big ones… Oh they will suffer and we shall ensure it never happens here again. Once we get to the command citadel I want to talk to my sons. You to deliver a message to the high magos, I want every piece of technology we can get from these xenos to be studied and if we can apply it to our services we will.”
The two custodes looked at each other with surprise evident on their faces.
“Yes you heard me right, from what I gained of their technology they can communicate from several systems WITHOUT the need of a astropath, and it not take months or years to be received. That is the main reason and if we can find more useful trinkets then we will.” He returned his head forward it would be another few minutes before they reached the command citadel.
Several minutes later and a bit of debate between the two custodes and the high magos who eventually came to reason and made the preparations.
“EMPEROR on deck!” A crew man yelled and all including the Primarch’s stood to attention and bowed.
“As you were. Status on the recon missions?”He asked as he sat at the special throne installed for him.
“Father, Pollux and his company are ready, the Golan 41st regiment is also ready they depart in ten minutes.” Dorn spoke up first his right hand curled into a fist across his chest.
The Kahn walked up next, “My liege the arrow is already in flight.” Dorn was only just getting used to his less civilized brother’s method of tactical wording. Still found it a bit annoying at times.
“Father I request your leave to join the mission to sol system?” Horus Lupercal humbly asked. The other three Primarch’s in attendance all stared at him.
Thinking it over for a few minutes,” No my son I need you for a different mission. Rouboute Have two of your chapters ready for deployment. I think I remember something about the time frame in which we have been deposited. If I’m right then there are only two factions that have the numbers and power to pose a threat to us.”
The blue robed Primarch bows his head in acknowledgement, and acceptance, “As you wish father we will not fail you.”
“ Contact all ships masters, that two hours after we receive word of the alien presence in proxima we will make best speed and take it back. The Imperial fist will be the spear tip, into proxima. From there we shall establish our forward operating base and begin our mission to liberate sol system. The Luna wolves will stage themselves two light years outside sol and get us a beach head at Pluto thirty six standard hours after the sol recon group return.”
Everyone’s attention tightened as they felt the emotions of pre battle combining with the feeling of complete confidence emitting from the Emperor.
A few minutes later aboard the Imperial Fist strike cruiser, Dorn’s shot; Captain Pollux was talking to the commanding officer of the army regiment they were traveling with. “Colonel- Aviv we anticipate a substantial enemy presence but the strength of their ships appear on par with our storm birds. Thou maybe a few more numerous weapons possibly, still best to be prepared.”
Taking in the information carefully, “Very well Captain Astarte’s, I think once we enter the system a on line approach is best. With fighters and storm birds out and about to enhance our mobility.” Speaking in his thick Golan accent, as he stroked his saber,” do you think we might have a chance at some close combat Captain Pollux?”
Chuckling,” Colonel from what I understand I don’t think it will be worth the energy to but should the chance come I shall ensure you receive the honor. I agree with your formation plan. We can enter the warp whenever you are ready.”
The colonel salutes and his image disappears as Pollux turns to his bridge. “Activate Gellar fields and open the warp. Let us get this mission going and see just what our soon to be base of operations will be like. We go forward in the name of the Emperor and all mankind!” He yells then slams his fist against his breast plate three times.
The crews return the salute and carry out his orders.
After an hour of travel in real time but a few short minutes in the warp, an ever changing time relation that takes years if not decades to truly get used to, goes by.
Outside the proxima system a great tear opens up, unlike any hyperspace point ever seen by any of the current races ( or old ones) vast colors are seen and terrible and violent lightning strikes out to distances greater then several kilometers. As two vessels, those are larger than the centauri’s new primus battleships or the minbari sharlin battle cruisers, escape the unreal reality of warp space twenty five thousand meters outside of the solar system. Not even thirty seconds go by before the two vessels enter into their pre ordained formation.
A space marine strike cruiser with three storm birds flying cover, while the imperial army battleship flew on the left with a multitude of fighter cover, begin scanning at maximum range and make way into the system.
“Captain Pollux long range scanners detect some type of satellite 20 kilometers out. It small why we couldn’t detect it sooner, approximately 20 meters tall, 12 meters long, energy weapons not missile weaponry detected. Armor is on par with our fighters. “
“Show me on the main screen crewmen.” A few seconds later the image appears of a purple in color and a double circular-ish platform with almost arms like extremities. “Send the storm birds in and knock it out. Get a better scan we must know if any more are in the area.”
A few minutes later the trio of storm birds moved around the object which according to its creators was a blockade mine. However it was by itself thanks to a malfunction in its thrusters and had drifted away from the Geo stationary orbit of the planet it was to keep an eye on. The storm birds were rather large but could easily out maneuver the mines ability to engage them.
After a few seconds they fired a few heavy bolter rounds and obliterated the mine. Striker 8 to Dorns Shot, we have destroyed the satellite, easily able to out maneuver it, by it no real threat.”
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Re: A crusade against the circle
sorry but next chapter will hopefully be up friday. I want to make sure its good and work has been hectic lately so yeah.
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Re: A crusade against the circle
Wont lie I listened to some indestructible (disturbed) and other music while putting this chapter together.
Chapter 3
The storm birds were pulling security on the wreckage of the centauri blockade mine, as the other ships approached. They rotated themselves to cover all angles in a semi clockwise manner, ever shifting to cover all axis’s.
“Continue your report brother.” The extremely intrigued voice of captain Pollux came out over the machines speaker’s.
“Yes sir. Judging by all the evidence, it appears that what we just encountered the equivalent of a small mine. Only had the primitive plasma style energy burst our… less sophisticated brothers destroyed. A few concentrated burst easily penetrate the armor. Which from the scans in appears strong against similar plasma or energy type weapons that it carried.”
“So what you are telling us is that our lance batteries and missile weaponry are the effective weapons?” A new voice practically barked out.
A slight measure of annoyance was in the response, but only so slight that it was barely detectible. “Aye Brother-ship master, these xenos will be a simple matter.”
Crash! “I don’t ever want to hear you underestimate an enemy again brother! Four hours in the pain glove for a week in penance. Return to the docking bay for re-arm and refuel. Our Scanners indicate a small group of ships are approaching. Five strong, four match classification of vorchan and one must be the primus cruiser. “The arm rest on the command throne is visibly dented as the captains hand returns to his chin.
The storm birds return to the ship.
Aboard the bridge of the strike cruiser
The xenos vessels are approaching and are maintain a distance of maximum weapons range (for them) at eighty five hundred miles, however still within effective engagement range for Imperium warships. “Is the message prepared?”
“Yes Brother Captain, coded in the language they use. Ready for transmit on your signal.” The ship master’s hand hovers over the rune to send the signal. “Shall I send it now?”
Narrowing his eyes a bit more, “No… do they appear to have a stealth field activated?”
A few sounds go off before the response is given, “Yes Captain, however it is Very, VERY weak and is no trouble for us... Wait one.” A new image appears on the crewman’s screen showing. “Captain they are trying to scan us but they can’t ha-ha.” He depresses a few more runes. “Captain, ship master they are trying to talk to us now.”
Captain Pollux nods his head signaling to put the transmission on audio only.
Several seconds of static before the translation works its magic, “This is a centauri patrol group. You are trespassing, state your intentions or you will be fired upon. You have three minutes to respond.” The authoritarian but young sounding voice demands are snickered at by all on the bridge.
“Ship master take the lead.”
“Aye brother-captain.” He steps over to another counsel and taps a rune. “Colonel Aviv, target to the two smaller vessels on the right flank we will take the two on the left. “
The signal comes in they are ready. “After we send a massive scan, fire! Once we take out the escorts we shall try to capture the primus. We will gain her star maps, technical information and any other high value information.”
With seven seconds left on the countdown issued by the centauri, the powerful scan shot out and caused the vessels to lose control over several systems including their pitiful defense grid and sensor suites. Than four burst of lance fire shot out from the two Imperium vessels and crashed through the beak like sections of the Vorchan’s. The shots tore through the ships causing a horrific chain reaction that resulted in giant fireballs.
The primus cruiser a few seconds after regaining their composer launched every weapon she had, including the energy mines. However due to the maximum range most missed their targets by a great distance.
Aboard the Golan’s height bridge, “Colonel the escorts are obliterated and the enemy cruiser’s fire is failing to find its mark by a few kilometers. Stealth system is only at 45%.”
The colonel’s grin widens, this would prove to be a far easier little war than any other he had survived and commanded through. Like all the commanders he was infuriated with the information about the current situation. “Activate thrusters give us 90% max speed ready boarding tubes. Shut down main weapons, re route their power to secondary’s and shields.”
His orders were followed without question and very efficiently. The cruiser accelerated very quickly which was easily three times the size of its prey. The semi gothic design striking pure terror into the hearts of the xenos, and a grin on the faces of its human crew, as its speed increased continually.
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Aboard the centauri primus cruiser
“Captain the one ship is still closing in, the other is stationary most likely to avoid striking their other vessel.”
“By the gods what are these monsters? Send the distress signal and fire everything we can at them.” The young captain yelled his fear barely hidden. “We are the lion of the galaxy and will not go down without a fight. FOR CENTAURI PRIME!” His attempt to rally his crew was only half successful. The ship soon rocked as several much smaller explosions erupted on multiple decks and sending a few bridge crews across the deck. What they didn’t know was all but one of their weapons was destroyed. A blast from the enemy vessel had a fluke and burnt out rather abruptly.
Growling through the vibrations, “All power to engines run us right down their throat and keep firing do not stop. “ A few seconds later the primus begins to accelerate towards its killer. “What’s the status of that distress signal?”
No answer, after ten seconds he looks back at his communication officer and the sight abhors him. the operator is dead half his head missing from a metal construct falling from the ceiling. Looking back at the image in front of, all attempts to hide his fear are now gone. He looks around and sees that only his weapon station and helmsmen are still alive and functioning.
“I apologize, I cannot lead you home. But we will take this demon down with us.” He grabs his families’ traditional sword as he stands up. Pointing the bladed weapon at his enemy and steeling his face. “RAMMING SPEED!”
The two surviving crew men look at him with fear but then soon realize that it’s all they can do.
As fire continues to spew forth from the one remaining gun port the primus re aligns itself and charges strait for the Imperium vessel.
“Sir the centauri vessel is on a ramming course!”
Turning around a bit surprised, but still firmly in control of himself. “Very well prepare docking thrusters on the port side. As soon as she is close enough, hit the thrusters enough so that we can latch on to her.”
Now his crew looks at him with complete confusion.
“We will board her, contact companies A and B tell them to prepare for boarding.”
“But Colonel Sir wont we be dragged with them if we go with that plan?” The helmsmen ask.
Thinking it over for a second, “Yes so launch one of the anti fortress missiles just before she gets to us. The shock wave should be enough to kill her inertia enough. If not then fire on her at 15% power and only at her engines disabled not destroyed.”
Several seconds later the primus was just about in range, with cold uncaring emotion he spoke. “Fire!” The ship master utters and not five seconds went by before the ships shuddered slightly as the missile screamed out into space.
The missile flew far faster than the primus could every hope match. This weapon alone had turned the tide in many a battle during the great crusade. It could easily destroy the primus( which has no idea its been launched) several times over however. At fifty miles the weapon explodes
A miniature star shines bright as day, bathing everything in the battle with a beautiful, majestic deadly light.
Not three seconds after the light has somewhat faded the primus feels the shock wave of the explosion. More explosions erupt and the vessel slows down to a crawl at a measly three miles per hour.
The engines are fried
The weapons are done
Most of the bridge was knocked to the ground unconscious from the sudden shift in acceleration.
Around twenty two seconds go by and the Golan’s height clamps herself to the disabled primus. The tree boarding tubes shot out and attached themselves to the port side of the bridge.
“This is colonel Aviv to all hunter kill teams, move on kill the xenos, FOR THE EMPEROR!” He yelled over the comm. And every one of his men felt the raw power, emotion and fear that occurred just before they board and any enemy vessel.
Long ago he had learned how to control his fear, as a platoon leader it was essential that he had mastered his fear. His men’s lives depended upon it and after seven wars as their leader he had done them proud. “Let’s go second Hunter!” he screamed!
“Killers!” They screamed in response as the doors burst open to reveal a scene of devastation. Xenos bodies were everywhere broken and bloodied. They bounded along the corridor two at a time as the others covered them from the front or rear.
So far no xenos was still alive… yet
Keying the com caster around his throat, “Colonel Aviv, this is A6 no contact continuing to move clockwise toward possible hanger bay.” Communication was key to combat. It helped avoid fratricide and running into possible traps or it could allow you to hurry to aid comrades in danger.
“Very Goo” the reply was cut off as strange blue plasma like blast came flying at them.
The blue plasma like burst came from about thirty meters ahead and hit the bulkhead around the two lead soldiers. The first six men returned fire, quickly putting accurate and intense laser fire onto the enemy in the mad minute opening of return fire that was standard operating procedure or SOP of all imperial army forces.
The xenos were quickly forced to take cover as three of their number where riddled with laser burns and fell to the ground lifeless.
“LT we have approx a dozen xenos at the twelve o clock, 30 meters small arms weapons!” The lead man called out.
He curses inwardly as he fells as thou he jinxed them. “Very well return fire and advance. Bolter crew be ready to move up!” he ordered then turning to his radio telephone operator or RTO and signaling him to inform the colonel.
His men carried out their orders with the cold professional efficiency as if they had been in this situation dozens of times, which for some they have. The men continued to lay down a rate of fire that was nightmarish to the centauri. Never before have they been under such threat.
It didn’t take long as the soldiers moved up they never relented in there fire. Each one fired and advanced steadily then covering and moving to the side of the corridor to allow the next soldier to move up and engage the enemy.
Suddenly the only four remaining centauri panicked and ran dropping their weapons.
“Rolling T shoot to disable!” The lead NCO yelled and his men carried it out and quickly put the aliens on the ground with shots to the legs and one unfortunate xenos taking a shot to his buttocks.
Pushing through they secured the corridor front the front and rear as they restrained the xenos and applied rudimentary first aid. The NCO’s went to each man and checked them for wounds that adrenaline would have stemmed. Ensuring all equipment was still there and keeping their spirits up. After they all finished they sent their ACE or Ammo, casualty and equipment checks/reports to the LT.
“Well done boys!” Moving over to the RTO and activating the hand held microphone or “hand mike”. “Colonel Aviv this is A6 took contact, assaulted through the enemy killed nine enemy, have four EPW’s. NO friendly wounded. OVER”
Weapons fire could be heard in the reply “Good work LT kassabian secure site and push on. We are outside the bridge under heavy fire, but able to hold and push through on our own.” The somewhat excited voice of the colonel replied.
“Roger that Charlie mike!” Giving the Hand mike back to his RTO and linking up with his squad leaders as the Platoon sergeant handled the EPWs. “OK guys, great work so far. Top is currently outside the bridge and is also engaged, says he can handle it. Now we finish up this deck and then get the EPW’s back to our vessel once done we move to support the colonel. Understood?”
They all nod in agreement.
Chapter 3
The storm birds were pulling security on the wreckage of the centauri blockade mine, as the other ships approached. They rotated themselves to cover all angles in a semi clockwise manner, ever shifting to cover all axis’s.
“Continue your report brother.” The extremely intrigued voice of captain Pollux came out over the machines speaker’s.
“Yes sir. Judging by all the evidence, it appears that what we just encountered the equivalent of a small mine. Only had the primitive plasma style energy burst our… less sophisticated brothers destroyed. A few concentrated burst easily penetrate the armor. Which from the scans in appears strong against similar plasma or energy type weapons that it carried.”
“So what you are telling us is that our lance batteries and missile weaponry are the effective weapons?” A new voice practically barked out.
A slight measure of annoyance was in the response, but only so slight that it was barely detectible. “Aye Brother-ship master, these xenos will be a simple matter.”
Crash! “I don’t ever want to hear you underestimate an enemy again brother! Four hours in the pain glove for a week in penance. Return to the docking bay for re-arm and refuel. Our Scanners indicate a small group of ships are approaching. Five strong, four match classification of vorchan and one must be the primus cruiser. “The arm rest on the command throne is visibly dented as the captains hand returns to his chin.
The storm birds return to the ship.
Aboard the bridge of the strike cruiser
The xenos vessels are approaching and are maintain a distance of maximum weapons range (for them) at eighty five hundred miles, however still within effective engagement range for Imperium warships. “Is the message prepared?”
“Yes Brother Captain, coded in the language they use. Ready for transmit on your signal.” The ship master’s hand hovers over the rune to send the signal. “Shall I send it now?”
Narrowing his eyes a bit more, “No… do they appear to have a stealth field activated?”
A few sounds go off before the response is given, “Yes Captain, however it is Very, VERY weak and is no trouble for us... Wait one.” A new image appears on the crewman’s screen showing. “Captain they are trying to scan us but they can’t ha-ha.” He depresses a few more runes. “Captain, ship master they are trying to talk to us now.”
Captain Pollux nods his head signaling to put the transmission on audio only.
Several seconds of static before the translation works its magic, “This is a centauri patrol group. You are trespassing, state your intentions or you will be fired upon. You have three minutes to respond.” The authoritarian but young sounding voice demands are snickered at by all on the bridge.
“Ship master take the lead.”
“Aye brother-captain.” He steps over to another counsel and taps a rune. “Colonel Aviv, target to the two smaller vessels on the right flank we will take the two on the left. “
The signal comes in they are ready. “After we send a massive scan, fire! Once we take out the escorts we shall try to capture the primus. We will gain her star maps, technical information and any other high value information.”
With seven seconds left on the countdown issued by the centauri, the powerful scan shot out and caused the vessels to lose control over several systems including their pitiful defense grid and sensor suites. Than four burst of lance fire shot out from the two Imperium vessels and crashed through the beak like sections of the Vorchan’s. The shots tore through the ships causing a horrific chain reaction that resulted in giant fireballs.
The primus cruiser a few seconds after regaining their composer launched every weapon she had, including the energy mines. However due to the maximum range most missed their targets by a great distance.
Aboard the Golan’s height bridge, “Colonel the escorts are obliterated and the enemy cruiser’s fire is failing to find its mark by a few kilometers. Stealth system is only at 45%.”
The colonel’s grin widens, this would prove to be a far easier little war than any other he had survived and commanded through. Like all the commanders he was infuriated with the information about the current situation. “Activate thrusters give us 90% max speed ready boarding tubes. Shut down main weapons, re route their power to secondary’s and shields.”
His orders were followed without question and very efficiently. The cruiser accelerated very quickly which was easily three times the size of its prey. The semi gothic design striking pure terror into the hearts of the xenos, and a grin on the faces of its human crew, as its speed increased continually.
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Aboard the centauri primus cruiser
“Captain the one ship is still closing in, the other is stationary most likely to avoid striking their other vessel.”
“By the gods what are these monsters? Send the distress signal and fire everything we can at them.” The young captain yelled his fear barely hidden. “We are the lion of the galaxy and will not go down without a fight. FOR CENTAURI PRIME!” His attempt to rally his crew was only half successful. The ship soon rocked as several much smaller explosions erupted on multiple decks and sending a few bridge crews across the deck. What they didn’t know was all but one of their weapons was destroyed. A blast from the enemy vessel had a fluke and burnt out rather abruptly.
Growling through the vibrations, “All power to engines run us right down their throat and keep firing do not stop. “ A few seconds later the primus begins to accelerate towards its killer. “What’s the status of that distress signal?”
No answer, after ten seconds he looks back at his communication officer and the sight abhors him. the operator is dead half his head missing from a metal construct falling from the ceiling. Looking back at the image in front of, all attempts to hide his fear are now gone. He looks around and sees that only his weapon station and helmsmen are still alive and functioning.
“I apologize, I cannot lead you home. But we will take this demon down with us.” He grabs his families’ traditional sword as he stands up. Pointing the bladed weapon at his enemy and steeling his face. “RAMMING SPEED!”
The two surviving crew men look at him with fear but then soon realize that it’s all they can do.
As fire continues to spew forth from the one remaining gun port the primus re aligns itself and charges strait for the Imperium vessel.
“Sir the centauri vessel is on a ramming course!”
Turning around a bit surprised, but still firmly in control of himself. “Very well prepare docking thrusters on the port side. As soon as she is close enough, hit the thrusters enough so that we can latch on to her.”
Now his crew looks at him with complete confusion.
“We will board her, contact companies A and B tell them to prepare for boarding.”
“But Colonel Sir wont we be dragged with them if we go with that plan?” The helmsmen ask.
Thinking it over for a second, “Yes so launch one of the anti fortress missiles just before she gets to us. The shock wave should be enough to kill her inertia enough. If not then fire on her at 15% power and only at her engines disabled not destroyed.”
Several seconds later the primus was just about in range, with cold uncaring emotion he spoke. “Fire!” The ship master utters and not five seconds went by before the ships shuddered slightly as the missile screamed out into space.
The missile flew far faster than the primus could every hope match. This weapon alone had turned the tide in many a battle during the great crusade. It could easily destroy the primus( which has no idea its been launched) several times over however. At fifty miles the weapon explodes
A miniature star shines bright as day, bathing everything in the battle with a beautiful, majestic deadly light.
Not three seconds after the light has somewhat faded the primus feels the shock wave of the explosion. More explosions erupt and the vessel slows down to a crawl at a measly three miles per hour.
The engines are fried
The weapons are done
Most of the bridge was knocked to the ground unconscious from the sudden shift in acceleration.
Around twenty two seconds go by and the Golan’s height clamps herself to the disabled primus. The tree boarding tubes shot out and attached themselves to the port side of the bridge.
“This is colonel Aviv to all hunter kill teams, move on kill the xenos, FOR THE EMPEROR!” He yelled over the comm. And every one of his men felt the raw power, emotion and fear that occurred just before they board and any enemy vessel.
Long ago he had learned how to control his fear, as a platoon leader it was essential that he had mastered his fear. His men’s lives depended upon it and after seven wars as their leader he had done them proud. “Let’s go second Hunter!” he screamed!
“Killers!” They screamed in response as the doors burst open to reveal a scene of devastation. Xenos bodies were everywhere broken and bloodied. They bounded along the corridor two at a time as the others covered them from the front or rear.
So far no xenos was still alive… yet
Keying the com caster around his throat, “Colonel Aviv, this is A6 no contact continuing to move clockwise toward possible hanger bay.” Communication was key to combat. It helped avoid fratricide and running into possible traps or it could allow you to hurry to aid comrades in danger.
“Very Goo” the reply was cut off as strange blue plasma like blast came flying at them.
The blue plasma like burst came from about thirty meters ahead and hit the bulkhead around the two lead soldiers. The first six men returned fire, quickly putting accurate and intense laser fire onto the enemy in the mad minute opening of return fire that was standard operating procedure or SOP of all imperial army forces.
The xenos were quickly forced to take cover as three of their number where riddled with laser burns and fell to the ground lifeless.
“LT we have approx a dozen xenos at the twelve o clock, 30 meters small arms weapons!” The lead man called out.
He curses inwardly as he fells as thou he jinxed them. “Very well return fire and advance. Bolter crew be ready to move up!” he ordered then turning to his radio telephone operator or RTO and signaling him to inform the colonel.
His men carried out their orders with the cold professional efficiency as if they had been in this situation dozens of times, which for some they have. The men continued to lay down a rate of fire that was nightmarish to the centauri. Never before have they been under such threat.
It didn’t take long as the soldiers moved up they never relented in there fire. Each one fired and advanced steadily then covering and moving to the side of the corridor to allow the next soldier to move up and engage the enemy.
Suddenly the only four remaining centauri panicked and ran dropping their weapons.
“Rolling T shoot to disable!” The lead NCO yelled and his men carried it out and quickly put the aliens on the ground with shots to the legs and one unfortunate xenos taking a shot to his buttocks.
Pushing through they secured the corridor front the front and rear as they restrained the xenos and applied rudimentary first aid. The NCO’s went to each man and checked them for wounds that adrenaline would have stemmed. Ensuring all equipment was still there and keeping their spirits up. After they all finished they sent their ACE or Ammo, casualty and equipment checks/reports to the LT.
“Well done boys!” Moving over to the RTO and activating the hand held microphone or “hand mike”. “Colonel Aviv this is A6 took contact, assaulted through the enemy killed nine enemy, have four EPW’s. NO friendly wounded. OVER”
Weapons fire could be heard in the reply “Good work LT kassabian secure site and push on. We are outside the bridge under heavy fire, but able to hold and push through on our own.” The somewhat excited voice of the colonel replied.
“Roger that Charlie mike!” Giving the Hand mike back to his RTO and linking up with his squad leaders as the Platoon sergeant handled the EPWs. “OK guys, great work so far. Top is currently outside the bridge and is also engaged, says he can handle it. Now we finish up this deck and then get the EPW’s back to our vessel once done we move to support the colonel. Understood?”
They all nod in agreement.
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Re: A crusade against the circle
So what do you think so far?
Chapter 4
They cried out loudly in their foul tongue that was until they got somewhat soft butt stock strokes to the stomach which quickly shut them up. Rushing back the prisoners were almost being dragged, back to the boarding tube.
A hand quickly shoots up in a closed fist, signaling all to stop and pull security.
Rushing up the lead squad leader, talks to his point man. “Ariamech what do you got?” keeping his weapon at a low ready.
“Sergeant look up twenty five meters right side.” Igniting his side mounted light, to high light the area “Looks to be a booby trap, trip wire not one of our designs too obvious.”
Zooming in with his scope “roger I see it good eyes lad” keying his mike. “Sir likely trip wire twenty five meters ahead. See no way around and we can’t back track. Request permission to shoot the wire?”
The LT goes over it in his head, “Negative switch to thermals and launch smoke, have gunner Ariamech get a paint job on it. Last thing we need is a daisy chain of explosions to hit us.” His men all respond by switching their helmet modes to thermal and launch the smoke after the wire is tripped.
Each of the prisoners is gagged and put on the shoulders of the soldiers.
It takes ten seconds for the smoke and paint to be ready. The team leaders signal their squad leaders who inform the LT that everyone is ready. Throwing his hand forward they all move.
Ten minutes later they make it to the tube and drop off the prisoners, without incidence.
Three soldiers waited at the trip wire to see if the perpetrators would show up. They did not have long to wait on the 9th minute a lone centauri male came to check on his work.
The xenos moves and examines the trip wire, seeing the obvious signs that the intruders had passed by his confusion evident. Too deep in thought to notice that three walking up on him, as he shakes his head un able to comprehend how it was avoided.
Turning around his blood chilled and every muscle froze in fear to the sight of three of the invaders in their semi skull mask. Their armor ruthlessly effective and far superior to anything carried by the warriors of the republic, suddenly loud barks and flashes erupt from their weapons.
A sense of his chest being hit hard, he has difficulty staying on his feet, looking down he sees why. Three holes now decorate his chest, the realization hits him as he falls and all life has left him before the corpse hits the ground. His lifeblood begins to pool out and stain the floor of the already doomed vessel.
“Sneaky bastard has been neutralized. B Team moving to rally point.” The team leader keyed over the mike as his team moves out.
Several minutes later at the outskirts of the bridge
Several members of the colonel’s element were either on the ground dead or at the rear of the formation wounded. “Sir Shape charge is ready to go, we are moving clear.” The team of engineers pulled back to around fifteen meters around the curve having to dodge and hurdle over dead xenos almost the entire way.
Seeing them in place he gives them the signal to blow the door, and without hesitation “Fire in the hole!” and the main engineer pushes the button and a loud explosion is heard and the door shatters.
Laughing a bit at his handy work and clearly not expecting the blast door to shatter.
“Push Forward!” They hear the colonel yell as he brandishes his power sword and bolt pistol.
The leading squad moves in and quickly clears the fatal funnel and first corners before shouting, “Round Room.” This gets repeated by several members passing the information back.
They move from body to body and ensure that they are dead by stepping on the ankle or kicking in the presumed groin area. After checking half a dozen bodies no life as of yet so they keep moving to check the remaining dozen or so bodies.
Barely controlling is breathing and hearts beating, he holds the weapon tight as hunkers down behind a piece of debris. Blood and sweat alike and mixed oozed out of wounds across his body, staining his torn and ragged royal uniform. Waiting for them to get closer, before he would die gloriously in a charge and take at least one of them with him into death. He began a quick prayer to the gods and his family that they be with him and protect those he loves from these new devils.
Just before he finishes his prayer he feels it, his terror takes hold completely and he urinates himself.
In a strange and unknown tongue of the devils he hears the commands. “Drop the weapon and slowly rise to your feet, NOW!”
He was not expert in alien languages but the meaning was obvious, his plan failed and he drops his weapon and puts his arms up. Before he could do anything else very powerful arms grabbed him and he was yanked up and over his cover and forcibly driven onto the floor. The air was driven from him and he almost panicked before it returned.
As the alien roughed his arms to his back and secured them he saw the other survivor rise up and with a yell start to fire. He was being stupid and fired from the hip randomly almost hitting him on the ground before several dozen impacts of the alien’s weapons struck him and tearing his body to pieces.
He closed his eyes and began to cry like a little girl, all pride and dignity was lost forever now. His ship defeated, all his men either dead or captured, himself included in that particular disgrace. Should his family ever find out then he would be a laughing stock and they would be disgraced. Until this new enemy came after the rest of the centauri and burned them.
“Very good men, now get this prisoner back to the ship and get that bloody tech priest over here to hack their systems and get the information we need.” Colonel Aviv walked from man to man giving slaps on the back and shaking hands, As he and his protection squad made way back his ship.
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Back aboard the Phalanx
The Emperor was seated in his personal chamber his legs crossed, back strait, his hands interlocks just above his belly. His face appeared peaceful as if in sleep but really he traveled the great sea known as the warp. His body in the material universe while his spirit was on its way to terra to find answers that only he could find.
It was astonishing to him how calm and clear the warp was here. No signs of the great evil intelligences that believed themselves to be “gods”. That made him happy if all the great evils of his universe where not here then the crusade here would be considerably easier.
A minute later he saw the ships of the Luna wolves scout force. His beloved son Horus’s legion were most exceptional. However it would be several more hours until they reached sol system, him a matter of minutes till he was at earth.
When he got there he was appalled, slowly he began to remember this time of human history but it was all wrong. Humanity was not under any aliens rule at this time and wasn’t a war supposed to be about to happen with those cats like aliens? He thought but when he landed amongst the terra firma he was horrified.
He saw slave camps again, humans being worked, tortured and humiliated by these Centauri, whom he vaguely remembered. He had lived for so long that it was surprising he could remember this much. No matter how much his gut told him it was not the way it should be. His anger threatening to boil over to the surface at seeing his people treated so.
Soon his forces would free terra; soon the centauri would be made to pay. But most importantly he would create the Imperium here and No one would be able to threaten humanity ever again.
Spending the next two hours he walked about the world, hidden from all including the primitive psykers of the aliens. It took awhile but he found a group of resistance fighters, held up in a cave in America. He smiled at the ever present human defiance of those who would conquer us.
They were held up in an old building, a small town that was run down and clearly a great battle took place here long ago. Five men were gathered together discussing the issue at hand.
“If we launch this attack they will kill more innocent civilians than ever. Yes it will be a devastating blow to the enemy but at the cost of 10,000 humans? I don’t know.” The man spoke in his thick northern accent. He stroked his shaggy beard that looked to be months in the making.
A younger man with red hair and something of what the locals call a New Yorker accent speaks next. “We can succeed if we follow the rules of insurgency, kill all the send and they will stop coming.” He spoke confidently but with a hint of anger at his comrades seeming weakness to carry on the fight.
Standing up with balled fist he approaches the young red head. “But at the cost of innocents who will outnumber however many we kill. Their blood will be on our hands. We must find a new tactic.”
The young red’s anger flared and rose up to the old man stopping a few inches from him. “We must make the centauri bleed for what they are doing to our world and our people. If you don’t have the stomach to carry on the fight then leave us old man.”
Almost immediately the red head was struck in the face, the others rose up to stop the two from a full fight.Knowing that he had to stop this now he increased his power and appeared before them not fully in physical form but enough to make them stop and stare.
“Men you must not fight each other, I promise you that in two months time you should look to the sky for your salvation. My forces will kill every centauri on this world. We are currently taking the fight to them out in space. Do not launch any attacks for two months, so that they let their guard down. Tell all the other cells of the resistance. Salvation is coming.” The almost ghostly figure spoke out.
One of the other men, black skinned man walked towards the specter. “Who …What are you?” he ask the fear evident in his trembling voice.
The figure smiles,” I am known by many names but you may call me Revelation. Remember two months and we will set you free.” And with that the figure disappears, leaving the room in an eerie silence as each man questions what just happened.
The Emperor spends another hour traversing the earth and finds the alien who governs earth as it is still called. He is a pitiful sight of a creature. In a drunken depressed mood, alone in his private quarters. Peering into his soul he finds answers.
Finding that this Londo Mollari was most depressed because he ruled this world had lost hundreds of millions of credits on attacks, killing off the slaves and other un explainable events from several dubious merchant’s. But the most depressing thing to this xenos was that he was only here because no one else wanted the job, seeing the trouble it would be and not wanting to get their hands dirty on a people who looked similar.
Disgust fills every fiber of his being and he contemplates smiting this creature’s life but decides against. For it will be more fitting to have his victims render justice upon him. So choosing instead to hide his form into that of a tormentor from his childhood he appears.
‘Londo, Londo turn around.” A almost whisper like voice echoes from behind him.
Turning around he freezes, dropping his glass as he sees the ghost. “Great maker, you died on Centauri Prime before I … we came of age.” The terrified and still somewhat drunk Mollari spoke out.
“Londo your desire to leave this world in glory will soon come. I can tell you that soon the human’s will no longer be a threat to your opportunities here. Good bye Londo”
He falls back into his chair, face as pale as the aberration he just witnessed. He needs another drink.
Chapter 4
They cried out loudly in their foul tongue that was until they got somewhat soft butt stock strokes to the stomach which quickly shut them up. Rushing back the prisoners were almost being dragged, back to the boarding tube.
A hand quickly shoots up in a closed fist, signaling all to stop and pull security.
Rushing up the lead squad leader, talks to his point man. “Ariamech what do you got?” keeping his weapon at a low ready.
“Sergeant look up twenty five meters right side.” Igniting his side mounted light, to high light the area “Looks to be a booby trap, trip wire not one of our designs too obvious.”
Zooming in with his scope “roger I see it good eyes lad” keying his mike. “Sir likely trip wire twenty five meters ahead. See no way around and we can’t back track. Request permission to shoot the wire?”
The LT goes over it in his head, “Negative switch to thermals and launch smoke, have gunner Ariamech get a paint job on it. Last thing we need is a daisy chain of explosions to hit us.” His men all respond by switching their helmet modes to thermal and launch the smoke after the wire is tripped.
Each of the prisoners is gagged and put on the shoulders of the soldiers.
It takes ten seconds for the smoke and paint to be ready. The team leaders signal their squad leaders who inform the LT that everyone is ready. Throwing his hand forward they all move.
Ten minutes later they make it to the tube and drop off the prisoners, without incidence.
Three soldiers waited at the trip wire to see if the perpetrators would show up. They did not have long to wait on the 9th minute a lone centauri male came to check on his work.
The xenos moves and examines the trip wire, seeing the obvious signs that the intruders had passed by his confusion evident. Too deep in thought to notice that three walking up on him, as he shakes his head un able to comprehend how it was avoided.
Turning around his blood chilled and every muscle froze in fear to the sight of three of the invaders in their semi skull mask. Their armor ruthlessly effective and far superior to anything carried by the warriors of the republic, suddenly loud barks and flashes erupt from their weapons.
A sense of his chest being hit hard, he has difficulty staying on his feet, looking down he sees why. Three holes now decorate his chest, the realization hits him as he falls and all life has left him before the corpse hits the ground. His lifeblood begins to pool out and stain the floor of the already doomed vessel.
“Sneaky bastard has been neutralized. B Team moving to rally point.” The team leader keyed over the mike as his team moves out.
Several minutes later at the outskirts of the bridge
Several members of the colonel’s element were either on the ground dead or at the rear of the formation wounded. “Sir Shape charge is ready to go, we are moving clear.” The team of engineers pulled back to around fifteen meters around the curve having to dodge and hurdle over dead xenos almost the entire way.
Seeing them in place he gives them the signal to blow the door, and without hesitation “Fire in the hole!” and the main engineer pushes the button and a loud explosion is heard and the door shatters.
Laughing a bit at his handy work and clearly not expecting the blast door to shatter.
“Push Forward!” They hear the colonel yell as he brandishes his power sword and bolt pistol.
The leading squad moves in and quickly clears the fatal funnel and first corners before shouting, “Round Room.” This gets repeated by several members passing the information back.
They move from body to body and ensure that they are dead by stepping on the ankle or kicking in the presumed groin area. After checking half a dozen bodies no life as of yet so they keep moving to check the remaining dozen or so bodies.
Barely controlling is breathing and hearts beating, he holds the weapon tight as hunkers down behind a piece of debris. Blood and sweat alike and mixed oozed out of wounds across his body, staining his torn and ragged royal uniform. Waiting for them to get closer, before he would die gloriously in a charge and take at least one of them with him into death. He began a quick prayer to the gods and his family that they be with him and protect those he loves from these new devils.
Just before he finishes his prayer he feels it, his terror takes hold completely and he urinates himself.
In a strange and unknown tongue of the devils he hears the commands. “Drop the weapon and slowly rise to your feet, NOW!”
He was not expert in alien languages but the meaning was obvious, his plan failed and he drops his weapon and puts his arms up. Before he could do anything else very powerful arms grabbed him and he was yanked up and over his cover and forcibly driven onto the floor. The air was driven from him and he almost panicked before it returned.
As the alien roughed his arms to his back and secured them he saw the other survivor rise up and with a yell start to fire. He was being stupid and fired from the hip randomly almost hitting him on the ground before several dozen impacts of the alien’s weapons struck him and tearing his body to pieces.
He closed his eyes and began to cry like a little girl, all pride and dignity was lost forever now. His ship defeated, all his men either dead or captured, himself included in that particular disgrace. Should his family ever find out then he would be a laughing stock and they would be disgraced. Until this new enemy came after the rest of the centauri and burned them.
“Very good men, now get this prisoner back to the ship and get that bloody tech priest over here to hack their systems and get the information we need.” Colonel Aviv walked from man to man giving slaps on the back and shaking hands, As he and his protection squad made way back his ship.
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Back aboard the Phalanx
The Emperor was seated in his personal chamber his legs crossed, back strait, his hands interlocks just above his belly. His face appeared peaceful as if in sleep but really he traveled the great sea known as the warp. His body in the material universe while his spirit was on its way to terra to find answers that only he could find.
It was astonishing to him how calm and clear the warp was here. No signs of the great evil intelligences that believed themselves to be “gods”. That made him happy if all the great evils of his universe where not here then the crusade here would be considerably easier.
A minute later he saw the ships of the Luna wolves scout force. His beloved son Horus’s legion were most exceptional. However it would be several more hours until they reached sol system, him a matter of minutes till he was at earth.
When he got there he was appalled, slowly he began to remember this time of human history but it was all wrong. Humanity was not under any aliens rule at this time and wasn’t a war supposed to be about to happen with those cats like aliens? He thought but when he landed amongst the terra firma he was horrified.
He saw slave camps again, humans being worked, tortured and humiliated by these Centauri, whom he vaguely remembered. He had lived for so long that it was surprising he could remember this much. No matter how much his gut told him it was not the way it should be. His anger threatening to boil over to the surface at seeing his people treated so.
Soon his forces would free terra; soon the centauri would be made to pay. But most importantly he would create the Imperium here and No one would be able to threaten humanity ever again.
Spending the next two hours he walked about the world, hidden from all including the primitive psykers of the aliens. It took awhile but he found a group of resistance fighters, held up in a cave in America. He smiled at the ever present human defiance of those who would conquer us.
They were held up in an old building, a small town that was run down and clearly a great battle took place here long ago. Five men were gathered together discussing the issue at hand.
“If we launch this attack they will kill more innocent civilians than ever. Yes it will be a devastating blow to the enemy but at the cost of 10,000 humans? I don’t know.” The man spoke in his thick northern accent. He stroked his shaggy beard that looked to be months in the making.
A younger man with red hair and something of what the locals call a New Yorker accent speaks next. “We can succeed if we follow the rules of insurgency, kill all the send and they will stop coming.” He spoke confidently but with a hint of anger at his comrades seeming weakness to carry on the fight.
Standing up with balled fist he approaches the young red head. “But at the cost of innocents who will outnumber however many we kill. Their blood will be on our hands. We must find a new tactic.”
The young red’s anger flared and rose up to the old man stopping a few inches from him. “We must make the centauri bleed for what they are doing to our world and our people. If you don’t have the stomach to carry on the fight then leave us old man.”
Almost immediately the red head was struck in the face, the others rose up to stop the two from a full fight.Knowing that he had to stop this now he increased his power and appeared before them not fully in physical form but enough to make them stop and stare.
“Men you must not fight each other, I promise you that in two months time you should look to the sky for your salvation. My forces will kill every centauri on this world. We are currently taking the fight to them out in space. Do not launch any attacks for two months, so that they let their guard down. Tell all the other cells of the resistance. Salvation is coming.” The almost ghostly figure spoke out.
One of the other men, black skinned man walked towards the specter. “Who …What are you?” he ask the fear evident in his trembling voice.
The figure smiles,” I am known by many names but you may call me Revelation. Remember two months and we will set you free.” And with that the figure disappears, leaving the room in an eerie silence as each man questions what just happened.
The Emperor spends another hour traversing the earth and finds the alien who governs earth as it is still called. He is a pitiful sight of a creature. In a drunken depressed mood, alone in his private quarters. Peering into his soul he finds answers.
Finding that this Londo Mollari was most depressed because he ruled this world had lost hundreds of millions of credits on attacks, killing off the slaves and other un explainable events from several dubious merchant’s. But the most depressing thing to this xenos was that he was only here because no one else wanted the job, seeing the trouble it would be and not wanting to get their hands dirty on a people who looked similar.
Disgust fills every fiber of his being and he contemplates smiting this creature’s life but decides against. For it will be more fitting to have his victims render justice upon him. So choosing instead to hide his form into that of a tormentor from his childhood he appears.
‘Londo, Londo turn around.” A almost whisper like voice echoes from behind him.
Turning around he freezes, dropping his glass as he sees the ghost. “Great maker, you died on Centauri Prime before I … we came of age.” The terrified and still somewhat drunk Mollari spoke out.
“Londo your desire to leave this world in glory will soon come. I can tell you that soon the human’s will no longer be a threat to your opportunities here. Good bye Londo”
He falls back into his chair, face as pale as the aberration he just witnessed. He needs another drink.
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Re: A crusade against the circle
Chapter 5
It’s been two days since the firefights in proxima, two days since he traveled to terra. Two days since Horus’s recon mission arrived in sector. Reports flowed in with alarming quickness in comparison to the now considered old ways. Instead of days, months or even years, it now took minute’s maybe hours.
The main conference room on board the phalanx was crowded with the Emperor, Primarch’s, high magos, and imperial army leadership. All viewing the images captured from sol system, proxima and Vega systems. The plans were being drawn up and finalized for OPERATION PRELIMENARY JUSTICE!
All in all it would be simple the White Scars with its contingent of the imperial army forces would go to Vega, which appeared to only have 100 enemy ships, and a few mines. A human population of around 15,000 in the mines on the planets and asteroid’s, the Khan would relish the chance to kill these xenos. Thou many thought it was overkill to send such numbers after a clearly so weak an enemy.
For Proxima the Imperial Fist, along with a titan legion: Legio Gryphonicus (War Gryphons), would take the system that intelligence revealed to have over forty thousand human slaves and upwards of two hundred ships and a large ground force. The fist would handle the enemy navy and rescue the humans on wherever they could find them. While the titan legion eradicated the enemy ground forces, and turning their cities to rubble.
The Luna wolves and its imperial army group would launch hit and run attacks inside sol with the aim of weakening enemy forces and if possible rescue missions. The Ultramarines and titan legion: Legio Ignatium (Fire Wasps), would go for the major supply and construction facilities of the centauri military whose locations were discovered when the primus was captured.
The plan was to bleed the centauri from several locations as to make it impossible for them to reinforce sol system. The rest of the forces would stage themselves in designated Quick reaction areas should help be needed.
It would begin in three days.
The meeting was concluded and all left except for the Primarch’s
“Brothers there is no doubt in our inevitable victory, so I propose that once this is done we begin construction of new fortress monasteries and home worlds for our legions.” Horus Lupercal spoke out as he looked into the star map.
Moving forward and placing his hands on the projector, but only leaning a little bit so his tremendous builds weight wouldn’t destroy the thing. “I don’t know Lupercal; we don’t know how well these planets will suit our legions… personalities. Can’t just choose a new home world for us, we are all unique because of the worlds we matured on and now recruit to our legions.”
“Rouboute is right, we must be very careful in our choice of new lands. We cannot be too hasty.” The khan stroking his beard walks over to a seat and unceremoniously occupies it. “I need to ride a steed again been far too long.”
This gets a collective laugh from the others, “Can any steed carry your large arse brother?” Lupercal jest his brother. Which a response of a cup being thrown at him which manages too narrowly miss, and a mocking laugh in retort.
A few moments go by with the Primarch’s acting... like brothers before they calm down.
Dorn is the first to speak up next, “What of our few blood angels? Sanguineous is not here and we can’t simply integrate them into one of our legions. I can’t imagine them agreeing to it, even with your charisma and diplomacy Horus.”
They all shake their head in agreement; the meeting goes on for a few more hours before they return to their legions to oversee the preparations.
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Centauri prime
The Emperors royal court was one of usual joy, festivity and sometimes malicious delight, but not this day. Crumpling up a piece of paper he was just handed from his minister of the defense. A migraine was forming; trying to sooth it some he rubbed his temples. “I pray to the gods that this report is some kind of joke, Refa.” The statement was carried with such distaste and venom that he almost wishes it was false.
Dropping to his knee and bowing his head, “ I wish it were so your majesty but we have lost contact with over two dozen vessels, and found numerous debris fields of centauri warships but no other ships. This also started shortly after a strange yellow light and vast unknown energy readings occurred several days ago. As of yet we still can’t identify the energy in question.”
“What can you add to this grand fleet admiral?”
Mimicking the gesture of Refa, “Your majesty I have ordered all forces to alert and to begin aggressive patrolling. However the races that border our territory show no sign of any increase in activity. Which leads me to believe in two options; the first being that they are not responsible and we face a new and unknown enemy, the second that they have somehow found a way to penetrate our territory undetected.”
“What races posses the ability to do that?”
This time the minister of intelligence spoke up, “Sire the only ones I believe capable of this are the rumored Vorlons. However from all our limited understanding on them this is not there method.”
The mention of the Vorlons causes many to mutter and whisper amongst themselves.
“Enough bring me the lady prophetess supreme perhaps she can give us better answers.”
The Emperor demands his growing agitation clear and worrying many present.
Several minutes later the gates open and five women enter. The lead one is dressed in black, crimson and emerald dress, her face is stoic and set one used to being in the presence of such powerful members of the republic. Her four servants were all veiled and wore more practical dress then ceremonial for it was their duty to protect the prophetess against all threats.
They approach to within ten feet and as one bow before the emperor.
“Tell me prophetess what threat has befallen our realm?”
Closing her eyes and concentrating, she found it did not take long to find what was needed; she quickly regretted what she saw. Fire, death, screams of pain and sorrow, warriors in great armor, lightning striking from the sky burning centauri prime. Everywhere centauri died, the palace guard was helpless against them. A large crashing sound and a shadow envelopes her, turning she sees a giant armored foot crush her.
The vision was too much and she collapses to the ground with a shriek of terrible pain.
A great uproar of voices went out the four guardians surrounding their charge and attempting to wake her. The court was in disarray seeing that it must have been a vision of great doom.
After almost half an hour she finally awakens the terror in her eyes horrified many around her. “Your majesty I saw what can only be described as the death of us all. An enemy the likes of which we have never imagined is coming and they will kill us all. The palace guards were helpless, our armies brushed aside and our navy obliterated.” She quickly broke into tears the weight of what she saw and spoke aloud too much for her to remain stoic.
Panic gripped nearly all in attendance, before the Emperor screamed for order.
“We will not be defeated, ready all the forces, increase all munitions and ship production. Call up every man and strong lad able to bear arms. And for the sake of our people begin fortifying our worlds. Send out the signal so that we may weather this storm!” Emperor Turhan spoke only feeling half the confidence of what he ordered.
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On vorlon home planet to the vorlon empire
They were just now awakening from the great and terrible psychic scream that caused the entirety of the race to lose consciousness for over a week. The pain was unrecognizable, it had been countless centuries possibly millennia since the last time something of this magnitude occurred.
Kosh slowly rose up into the air his squid like body floated very unsteadily in comparison to normal circumstances. Then it hit him and he felt the power, the sheer almost limitless of it. Whatever device this power came from was causing a race to feel fear the first time in millennia. No one creature could dare handle such power. It would take almost a thousand Vorlons at full power to equal the psychic might that they all felt.
It originated in the direction of the centauri, which made no sense. No centauri could ever hold such power and they were not allowed to develop such technology. Unless the dark ones had helped them, but no that couldn’t be either for it would be the ruin of them as well.
Turning to his rival and reluctant friend, Kosh naranek called to ulkesh naranek about his worries. They had to get to the minbari and warn them about this threat and use them to figure out what it was. Thou he would never admit it; fear grips his heart as strong as ice grips a comet.
It’s been two days since the firefights in proxima, two days since he traveled to terra. Two days since Horus’s recon mission arrived in sector. Reports flowed in with alarming quickness in comparison to the now considered old ways. Instead of days, months or even years, it now took minute’s maybe hours.
The main conference room on board the phalanx was crowded with the Emperor, Primarch’s, high magos, and imperial army leadership. All viewing the images captured from sol system, proxima and Vega systems. The plans were being drawn up and finalized for OPERATION PRELIMENARY JUSTICE!
All in all it would be simple the White Scars with its contingent of the imperial army forces would go to Vega, which appeared to only have 100 enemy ships, and a few mines. A human population of around 15,000 in the mines on the planets and asteroid’s, the Khan would relish the chance to kill these xenos. Thou many thought it was overkill to send such numbers after a clearly so weak an enemy.
For Proxima the Imperial Fist, along with a titan legion: Legio Gryphonicus (War Gryphons), would take the system that intelligence revealed to have over forty thousand human slaves and upwards of two hundred ships and a large ground force. The fist would handle the enemy navy and rescue the humans on wherever they could find them. While the titan legion eradicated the enemy ground forces, and turning their cities to rubble.
The Luna wolves and its imperial army group would launch hit and run attacks inside sol with the aim of weakening enemy forces and if possible rescue missions. The Ultramarines and titan legion: Legio Ignatium (Fire Wasps), would go for the major supply and construction facilities of the centauri military whose locations were discovered when the primus was captured.
The plan was to bleed the centauri from several locations as to make it impossible for them to reinforce sol system. The rest of the forces would stage themselves in designated Quick reaction areas should help be needed.
It would begin in three days.
The meeting was concluded and all left except for the Primarch’s
“Brothers there is no doubt in our inevitable victory, so I propose that once this is done we begin construction of new fortress monasteries and home worlds for our legions.” Horus Lupercal spoke out as he looked into the star map.
Moving forward and placing his hands on the projector, but only leaning a little bit so his tremendous builds weight wouldn’t destroy the thing. “I don’t know Lupercal; we don’t know how well these planets will suit our legions… personalities. Can’t just choose a new home world for us, we are all unique because of the worlds we matured on and now recruit to our legions.”
“Rouboute is right, we must be very careful in our choice of new lands. We cannot be too hasty.” The khan stroking his beard walks over to a seat and unceremoniously occupies it. “I need to ride a steed again been far too long.”
This gets a collective laugh from the others, “Can any steed carry your large arse brother?” Lupercal jest his brother. Which a response of a cup being thrown at him which manages too narrowly miss, and a mocking laugh in retort.
A few moments go by with the Primarch’s acting... like brothers before they calm down.
Dorn is the first to speak up next, “What of our few blood angels? Sanguineous is not here and we can’t simply integrate them into one of our legions. I can’t imagine them agreeing to it, even with your charisma and diplomacy Horus.”
They all shake their head in agreement; the meeting goes on for a few more hours before they return to their legions to oversee the preparations.
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Centauri prime
The Emperors royal court was one of usual joy, festivity and sometimes malicious delight, but not this day. Crumpling up a piece of paper he was just handed from his minister of the defense. A migraine was forming; trying to sooth it some he rubbed his temples. “I pray to the gods that this report is some kind of joke, Refa.” The statement was carried with such distaste and venom that he almost wishes it was false.
Dropping to his knee and bowing his head, “ I wish it were so your majesty but we have lost contact with over two dozen vessels, and found numerous debris fields of centauri warships but no other ships. This also started shortly after a strange yellow light and vast unknown energy readings occurred several days ago. As of yet we still can’t identify the energy in question.”
“What can you add to this grand fleet admiral?”
Mimicking the gesture of Refa, “Your majesty I have ordered all forces to alert and to begin aggressive patrolling. However the races that border our territory show no sign of any increase in activity. Which leads me to believe in two options; the first being that they are not responsible and we face a new and unknown enemy, the second that they have somehow found a way to penetrate our territory undetected.”
“What races posses the ability to do that?”
This time the minister of intelligence spoke up, “Sire the only ones I believe capable of this are the rumored Vorlons. However from all our limited understanding on them this is not there method.”
The mention of the Vorlons causes many to mutter and whisper amongst themselves.
“Enough bring me the lady prophetess supreme perhaps she can give us better answers.”
The Emperor demands his growing agitation clear and worrying many present.
Several minutes later the gates open and five women enter. The lead one is dressed in black, crimson and emerald dress, her face is stoic and set one used to being in the presence of such powerful members of the republic. Her four servants were all veiled and wore more practical dress then ceremonial for it was their duty to protect the prophetess against all threats.
They approach to within ten feet and as one bow before the emperor.
“Tell me prophetess what threat has befallen our realm?”
Closing her eyes and concentrating, she found it did not take long to find what was needed; she quickly regretted what she saw. Fire, death, screams of pain and sorrow, warriors in great armor, lightning striking from the sky burning centauri prime. Everywhere centauri died, the palace guard was helpless against them. A large crashing sound and a shadow envelopes her, turning she sees a giant armored foot crush her.
The vision was too much and she collapses to the ground with a shriek of terrible pain.
A great uproar of voices went out the four guardians surrounding their charge and attempting to wake her. The court was in disarray seeing that it must have been a vision of great doom.
After almost half an hour she finally awakens the terror in her eyes horrified many around her. “Your majesty I saw what can only be described as the death of us all. An enemy the likes of which we have never imagined is coming and they will kill us all. The palace guards were helpless, our armies brushed aside and our navy obliterated.” She quickly broke into tears the weight of what she saw and spoke aloud too much for her to remain stoic.
Panic gripped nearly all in attendance, before the Emperor screamed for order.
“We will not be defeated, ready all the forces, increase all munitions and ship production. Call up every man and strong lad able to bear arms. And for the sake of our people begin fortifying our worlds. Send out the signal so that we may weather this storm!” Emperor Turhan spoke only feeling half the confidence of what he ordered.
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On vorlon home planet to the vorlon empire
They were just now awakening from the great and terrible psychic scream that caused the entirety of the race to lose consciousness for over a week. The pain was unrecognizable, it had been countless centuries possibly millennia since the last time something of this magnitude occurred.
Kosh slowly rose up into the air his squid like body floated very unsteadily in comparison to normal circumstances. Then it hit him and he felt the power, the sheer almost limitless of it. Whatever device this power came from was causing a race to feel fear the first time in millennia. No one creature could dare handle such power. It would take almost a thousand Vorlons at full power to equal the psychic might that they all felt.
It originated in the direction of the centauri, which made no sense. No centauri could ever hold such power and they were not allowed to develop such technology. Unless the dark ones had helped them, but no that couldn’t be either for it would be the ruin of them as well.
Turning to his rival and reluctant friend, Kosh naranek called to ulkesh naranek about his worries. They had to get to the minbari and warn them about this threat and use them to figure out what it was. Thou he would never admit it; fear grips his heart as strong as ice grips a comet.
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Re: A crusade against the circle
due to a lack of feed back here, this story will only be updated on ff.net