Adsiltia's Story

"I will be sure to crush its skull with this then!" Arnok spoke as he lumbered forward before suddenly vanishing and appearing on top on the beast like a bolt of lightning. With the Daemon Maul in both hands, he swing the mace down with his own unholy strength paired with the strength of his unholy Terminator armor. The Mace would probaly pulverize the beats skull to dust, probaly sink even further into the beast spilling blood and matter onto the floor.

Vrosh pulled his weapons free, unpowering the axe and mag clamping it to his belt sheathing the knife and giving a low chuckle “close enough to a good fight” he glanced about before looking back to the entryway far above them, he then begins walking towards the staircase, leaving the temple, the prize already theirs “our goal is gained, no need to further stay on this wretched planet”

The crimson slaughter chaos lord soon arrived at the entrance looking across his minions “ALL CRIMSON SLAUGHTER FORCES RETURN TO THE FLEET!, WE HAVE OUR PRIZE! Vrosh looked to the sorcerer and recognised the runes upon the psyker’s armour, soon enough the bloody reaper’s teleportarium would power up and return Vrosh to his ship, the thunderhawks and dropcraft would ferry back the crimson slaughter back to one of the six original crimson slaughter ships in orbit.

"Sorcecer, prepare our exit off of this planet. We have what we came for, along with the word of Chaos being spread in this sector." Arnok spoke as he began to march away from the beasts mangled body.

On the surface, Arnok gathered his forces and Thunderhawk transports were already on course back for the Scourging Inferno and other ships. Their work was now done here, and they have their weapons in hand once again. Today was the start of bloodshed.

Adsiltia was still listening to the comms chatter in the micro bead in her ear, nodding a few times to herself while she continued on the repairs on the device. Her mind was racing with plans, ideas and seemed to be debating a few things to herself while she responded to Vrosh and Arnok through the Micro Bead.

"Indeed we have our prize. However, this item so rather badly damaged. It will take a few weeks to fix. I will find you when it is ready. For now, we take our leave. Adsiltia out"

The Communications line cut off and Sil began to set her orders for her Fleet to leave. The Skittarii from the planet had made it back to her ship and were moving themselves into quarantine just to ensure they did not have any sort of diseases on their persons. With her orders given, and their cargo in tow, the ships of her fleet began to turn away from the Armada and right proper warp jumped out of the system and disappeared from sight.

Sil had plans to see to...the Imperium should be met and brought into the fold.

All this were quiet for the Imperium's scanners. Nothing came up from the Auspex Arrays and all seemed utterly quiet as they went about on their patrols. Just a normal day in the life of the Imperium: Dull, tedious and their lives hung from the pearls of the Emperor of Mankind.

That was until their Auspex's picked up something approaching them: Something large and numerous.

From the Warp, a dozen ships materialized with the lead flagship being a near unheard of model of ship: The Ark Mechanicus. It's surface was covered in scrawl of Chaos and at least two of their ships seemed to be Daemon ships of some sort. They were assumed in a standard triangle formation with the lead ship in the rear.

On the bridge of the Ark, Adsiltia sat back in her throne with her wings tucked around the sides of the throne. Her tail patted her lap in irritation at the time it needed to successfully make the warp jump.

"Warp Jump complete. We have several Imperium ships on the array ma'am. Shall we open fire?"

"No...open a communications line to the ships"

The pilot looked back confused but followed her orders and opened up a communications line.

"Imperium vessels, this is Magos Adsiltia of the Ark Mechanicus 'Innovation's Result'. We do not intend a confrontation with you and certainly not at this stage. That being said, I wish to open a brief dialogue with your superiors aboard this scout craft. I will leave this communications line open for your reply"

She gave the signal to leave the line open but to mute it on their end so she could speak freely to her crew on the bridge.

"I wish for no hostile aggression be made on this fleet. If they fire the first shot then we will commence with the teleporting of the murder servitors. Until then, we sit in our usual posture until we get a reply. We cannot risk the Armageddon gun component we carry"

"Captain, warp signature detected! Its the forces of Chaos sir!" A crewman yelled out his findings. "Engage Void Shielding and arm weapons! We will not let them board this ship nor will they destroy us with ease!" The captain voxed his order as the small patrol fleet armed weapons.

However, surprisingly enough the Chaos fleet opened communications with them. But instead of the usual speech about paiting the hulls red with blood and enslaving their souls to the warp, they actually wanted to speak to them. By the Emperor was this some sort of joke.

"Enemy ship has not fired weapons sir, what...what should we do?..." One of the crewman spoke with unease. "Open up communication...Emperor forgive us more talking to fiends such as these..."

"Magos Adsiltia of the Ark Mechanicus! This is the Captain of the fleet speaking. What business do you have here warp spawn?..." The captains voice was of course filled with heavy distrust. And stirring anger. Their mortal enemy right in front of them...

Adsiltia listened to the Captains reply and she soon rose from the throne to walk towards the front of the bridge, speaking as she went. Her voice was heavily synthetic due to her machine upgrades but nonetheless, there was no hint of malice or betrayal in her voice as she moved.

"Ahh someone with some civility. Excellent...I was hoping to engage with you in a dialogue of sorts face to face. I believe there is a situation brewing here in this galaxy that might be of interest to both yourselves and Chaos. A chance perhaps to end a mutual threat together rather then apart. I request permission to speak face to face with you. My Ark is open to you and I grant you safe passage should you desire to join me here on my decks. I believe this might be too good an offer to refuse"

She replied, tapping several commands onto a console towards the pilot's dash. Several squads of Skittarii would move towards the hangar bays to the aft section of the ship while she gave the orders for her ships to shift formation into a forward facing triangle with the Ark at the lead.

"My aft hangar bay is open and you may bring a contingent of your forces with you for personal defense. I will have my Skittarii as surveillence and as my guard. Will you take a chance Imperium or will you, once again, fail to heed advice given to you and go about your own way? I offer a kindness...and a chance to destroy a threat to the both of us"

The captain gripped his arm of the chair, if they wanted to kill them they would have blasted them apart the second they saw them. A face to face meeting though...at least he would feel at ease with some soldiers by his side. But he knew that going up against a Skittarii would not end well for them. However, what sort of threat would threaten them both to warrant an alliance of this?...Tyranids? No...They have not seen any sign of them so far and they wanted it to stay that way.

"Prepare a contingent of Storm Troopers, we will be heading to the Chaos ship personally..." The man spoke as he proceeded to the hanger. In any case even if they were to be attacked at the very least they can take some of them with them.

There in the hanger a ten man squad of Stormtroopers armed with hellguns each entered a Valkaryie transport and began to head to the Innovation's Result.

Adsiltia watched the Auspex track their movements and nodded once to herself while turning towards the doorway.

"Have a the lead ships target their command cruiser but do not fire. I want to see if this meeting will actually progress somewhere towards the destruction we seek"

The Pilots nodded as she teleported down to the Hangar bay, now empty as they prepared for the arrival of the Valkaryie transport to arrive. She was completely alone, holding her Omnisiaah Axe in one hand, her Melta Gun in her other and her Plasma Cavalier in her tail just in case the meeting did end up going sour. She was going to be ready for an engagement just in the off chance it failed.

As the transport flew closer, they could feel the crosshairs on them as the ships loomed over them ominously. Their reports would come in that the ships were lining up shots yet not one round was fired. Simply a countermeasure just incase something went awry. It would be sometime before they would arrive at the Hangar and docked within it with the Magos standing there, in full regalia and colors with her helmet off and watching each of them with a Servo Skull on her shoulder.

"You came. Welcome to the Innovation's Result. I am Magos Adsiltia. Would you care for some refreshment? Tea perhaps?" She asked, giving a bow to the group as they entered. Soon the Skittarii would arrive and set up defensive positions with Adsiltia raising a hand

"Dont mind them. Standard procedure Im sure you can understand"

As the ship landed, the Stormtroopers tooks position around the ship in defensive locations. For the captain himself he was dressed in the standard issued Imperial Naval uniform. He looked at the Magos who offered him refreshments? By the EMperor this was not a normal day.

"Forgive me when I am not jumping at that proposal considering that we both are mortal enemies for millennium. And that you wish to drown the universe in blood and war. Let us keep this quick and simple, the less time I spend on this warp tainted ship the less I have to worry about purging my own self." The captain spoke standing still and straight.

"Very well"

Adsiltia said as she tapped her axe's base onto the ground twice and the Skittarii lowered their weapons as she approached the man, wings unfurling then closing as they settled themselves onto her back. Her Meltagun activated but remained down at her side as the Servo Skull floated off of her shoulder and went about the Valkyrie to inspect it.

"I have heard rumors that there has been a group calling itself the Aschen attacking your boarders as of late. This is troubling news indeed...I believe you have enough on your plates as is. In the spirit of cooperation, I wish to extend to you a piece of information to do with what you will. In exchange, I wish for you to consider a single prospect for me. Just one entertainment of an idea"

She held up a single finger and then pointed to the man.

"A very simple excersise that helped me when I was in need of some deep thinking. What do you say? Will you listen to my query and hear my information Imperium of Man? Believe me when I say I do not care for either Chaos or the Imperium. I serve my Lord because grants me the freedom to choose"

A tone came to her face, making her sound rather pleasant as she opened up her robes to show the power armor underneath slightly then closed her robes once again.

"What say you then?"

The Captain stood still, however as the Magos came closer a bead of sweat dripped from his face. Neither Chaos nor Imperium, she served Chaos just to have freedom? However she offered him a piece of information for his consideration on a single prospect. Now what information would she give them, at least they were not Eldar who always speak in riddles and nonsense.

"Then speak your query. I will entrain your thoughts for a bit then..."

"Is the Emperor a Man or a God?"

She asked very simply, placing her Melta around her side and set it on her back. She soon took another few steps forward and raised her hand to snap her fingers, a flash of light appeared behind both him and two chairs had been brought behind them. Adsiltia sat herself down in the chair and gestured for him to do the same.

"I have learned in my quest for knowledge that the Emperor is many things: A revolutionary, a hero, a visionary. But he is no God. He is but a corpse now on some distant throne and while he speaks to you through the Tarot, he is no divine"

The magos reclined backwards into her chair, now fully relaxed as her tail hefted her plasma cavalier onto her lap and her wings folded comfortably against herself while she continued.

"I have learned of something called The Imperial Truth, a philosophy made by the Emperor Himself during the Great Crusade. It says that there is no God or divinity of the sort. That in order to advance, we must believe in Science and the power of Mankind. Yet you look upon the Imperium, what do you see? Or rather what dont you see? I serve Tzeentch...but not out of any devotion to the Lord of Fate. He prides those who seek out and understand knowledge. The Lord of Fates plans and schemes for his own grand design and I know that in some small part, we all play a part in it. I serve Tzeentch for the freedom of choice"

Sil chuckled a dry chuckle as she leaned forward in her seat

"I had no choice when I served with the Adeptus Mechanicus. My mind is always hungry, filled to find and discover knowledge of any sort. The Warp, Chaos, Xenos, Archeotechnology...anything and everything I could ever get my hands on. I wanted to do the one thing that the Mechanicus considers heretical: Innovate. When I made my first device, I was branded a Heretek. Now, I serve as a Magos of my very own Forge World...would I have ever achieved this during my time served in the Mechanicus?" She asked

"Tell me, can you choose? You look at how the Imperium is crumbling...stagnation and religious dogma drive the Imperium ever onwards towards its own demise. Science and Intellect is squandered within it's boarders and yet...you serve. You see the advances of Chaos and how our Engines are merely unstoppable. Yet you serve faithfully as a son of the Emperor. Answer me this question after taking in all of this information and answer me from the bottom of your heart:

Is the Emperor a Man or a God?"

There was no hesitation, and no pause for though. "The Emperor is but man, he is no god. He has stated as such from back in the old days, and from these days he has made it official we look upon him as a leader, not as a god. To lern from him, and to fix our mistakes." The captain spoke.

"No matter what we face, we face all threats in his name. Be it man, Gods or the daemons below we fight all that threaten man and the universe. The Emperor has gifted us with the means to continue to fight, to see mankind evolve to the point where man can fight all threats and carve their own path to their own fate but his status on the throne set the events of a slow downfall of humanity."

"Fro the past I witnessed a falling empire, but in the present I see a shining beacon in the darkness purging the shadows. We of the Imperium as being rebuilt once again, we are being led into a new golden age far surpassing the Dark Age of Technology. Our beginning has just started, and with a leader of man, the leader of mankind to lead the path once again. This time we of the Imperium will need not fear nor will we see him as God. He is but man same as us all..."

Adsiltia sat for a moment and contemplated his words, optics narrowing if only slightly. His words were pleasent to her ears and she soon looked up and lifted two fingers to her faceplate. She drew them up in the form of a smile, having no lips with which to do so on her own before she let out a bout of laughter.

"Good! Very good! I am glad one of the Imperium finally makes sense. I am quite estatic to see that one has learned of the Imperial Truth as I have. Thank you for answering my question" Adsiltia and snapped her fingers and soon a Skittarii approached the Captain, a Dataslate in hand as he held it out to him.

"The forces of the Crimson Slaughter plan to stage an offensive against the Aschen Empire within the coming weeks. When and where they will strike, I do not know. But this presents us with a unique chance to squash a common foe and for you to plan an offensive of your own. That dataslate contains what information I know of and that you may bring to your superiors. Do with this information as you see fit. I shant be getting involved with the war against the Aschen. Bare this in mind, it also bears a way to contact me again. Should you wish to talk more with the Dark Mechanicus, feel free to. Or dont, the choice is yours"

Adsiltia stood up from her chair and bowed her head in respect

"Now do you have any questions before you depart?"

The Dataslate would be almost complete save for the usage of the Armageddon Gun in their plans. It also didnt have any numbers of how many Crimson Slaughter ships were to take place in the attack or troops under their command.

The Captian stood still, hearing the woman laugh and...was estatic to learn he knew the Imperial Truth as well? This knowledge should have been more common, especially in the Guard and some members of the Space Marines. He was...not sure what to think, but all he knew was that Chaos planned to invade the Aschen Empire. Using their foes to also invade a foe that hides the truth...That sounded like an opportunity.

"I have...no questions that needs to be asked...I wont say thanks to a member of Chaos, but the information will be useful...We should depart and return to our duties then..." The Captain gave an uneasy salute and returned back on his transport and the Stormtroopers also boarded the ship and took off back to the ship.

Adsiltia returned the salute but, after he began to turn she addressed him again.

"Captain..."

She said, the air around her rippled for a moment of psykic energy for just a moment then faded away as she took a single step back and held out a hand in farewell.

"Keep your eyes ever open. Should you see what lies behind the veil, come find me again. Id be more then happy to fully open your eyes to see what truly lies in store. Emperor protect you"

The Magos waved him farewell and soon bade him off of her ship. Once he was away, the ships of her fleet departed all save the Ark Mechanicus which hung there until the Valkeryie was safely aboard his vessel then the Ark moved back like a predator in the jungle, disappearing into the Warp without so much as a second glance.

"Emperor protect...what a strange universe this is..." The captain muttered as he ordered his fleet to continue their patrols. And to send a message back to Imperial Command. This year was going to be full of surprises and they knew. "Call the secondary fleet and have them begin construction on the space fort in this sector. Use the moons as orbital guns, this entire sector must be completely secured."

With that, the Imperial assets in the sector resumed their tasks as normal.

There was a slow clapping sound as footfalls entered the Hall and the sounds of wings flapping ever so gently. Footfalls announced her presence as Adsiltia entered the room, helmet off as well but still clad in her power armor. Her Omnisian Axe rested in her tails grip with her weapons latched onto her back. The clapping continued until she was several feet away from the newly made Daemonkin and bowed to him in respect.

"A just reward for locating our finest work. Commendable and welcome to the realm of Daemon-hood brother on behalf of Chaos. The Daemons of the Warp greet you as Khorne surely smiles upon you. The rush of power, the thrill of your vessel being given the gifts of the Powers that be. Savour this feeling...relish in it. For you have ascended past humanity and have become something more."

Sil would have smiled in politeness if she could but mere settled with another bow of her body, her wings opening for a moment then closed behind her as she looked to Sigun with a nod of her head. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately, perhaps she should have her neck servo adjusted later on.

"I am glad I was able to witness it, if only through the Warp. Good day brothers of the Crimson Slaughter. I apologies for the delay in news, I was having a lovely chat with a member of the Imperium. Things are going better then I had originally hoped"

The Magos tapped the ground twice with her axe as she put her hands behind her back.

"All plans laid out have begun to take root and soon we shall bear the fruit of victory. A victory well earned and hard fought against not one, but two of our enemies"

Welcome aboard the Lost hope, Magos, quite a surprise to see you aboard Vrosh, flexed his fingers into a fist as if put into a new body or suit of armour, the voices, no longer tormenting him but, his mind was clear, the voices protected his mind and would aid him in the coming battles.

Sigan bowed his head.allow us to return to the throne room, warmaster, the other lords will need to swear their allegiance. Sigan turned, leaving to gather the lords. Vrosh, stepped away from the ritual markings, the ground seared and bodies charred, the putrid grip of charred flesh and blood thick upon the hall, watching the Magos carefully.


you must have business with the crimson slaughter to bring you here, other than the repairs to the ship. Vrosh kept walking, his natural stride carrying him far with each footfall, upon entering the empty throne room, Vrosh made his way and took the throne, motioning for Sil to take a chair of her own desire.


such power, at my beck and call...this is how emperors must feel he let out a low amused chuckle, watching as the chaos lords under his command filed through into the room taking their seats, none if not most of them were crimson slaughter and unaligned to any god, taking their places and removing helmets these renegade warriors were visibly agitated.