Arnok The Supreme's Story

With the order given to her, Charlotte quickly nodded as she stepped forward to face these honour guards, her short stature made it first seem impossible as she placed her hands behind her back, cocking her head to the side as she smiled at the guards. Suddenly, her arms began to bulge as nanobots moved through her body to build a weapon, tearing her skin open as two massive miniguns appeared on each arm. The nanobots insane replication rate gave the weapons infinite ammunition as the miniguns began to spin, loaded with armour piercing rounds, they fired. Four streams of bullets fired into the honour guards, slowly being dragged across the line as the weapons ripped into the armour, essentially cutting the guards in half.

Vladimir looked back to the eternity gate, "Alekassandra?" He questioned to himself, sensing the fear inducing power of Trami, yet assuming it was the Princess. A small shrug and the shake of the head before confirming with Charlotte, "6 o'clock, 9 o'clock, 1 o'clock" He spoke out, using his advanced hearing that accompanied his blindness to see the guards that attempted to strike at Charlotte from a blind spot, even protecting the rest of the group as Charlotte decimated the guards before they could get close to the group.

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Alekassandra took Daemos' offer to take the case for herself, picking up the heavy technology in one arm, resting it on her shoulder as she continued moving as fast as she could. "You useless bastards! Get back to the flagship and call the Royal Fleet over here. Bring the Seikham!" She ordered the guards who originally pushed the case, breaking their faces into pure fear as the retreated back to the flagship, taking a few minutes to calm down from the fear of their commander before enacting her orders.

"Let's just go as fast as we can!" The High Emperor agreed with his Left King before nodding towards Carn. "Thank you, Commander Carn, for the boost."

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Floating in darkness, only one bright blue circle of a cybernetic eye was visible as the figure slowly stepped forward. This was within the Chaos Flagship, Abbadon sitting upon his commanding chair as he watched the war, speaking out to the figure in the darkness with his question. As the figure came into view, his cyborg appearance was made apparent, cybernetic left arm and leg, cybernetic right eye. The main difference in his body to any other Shaki'lyu is the presence of a special power, the Peye'ooayna. The pupil of his left eye shaped as 'XX' over the red iris.
Suddenly, an innocent smile came across the Shaki'lyu's face as he appeared behind Abbadon, poking his head from behind the chair to stare at the Chaos leader himself. "How was that entrance? Was I badass enough? Do you think the readers will like it?" he spoke fast, questioning as much as he could be giving a small cough. Straightening himself up as he stood at attention beside Abbadon,
"You're fucked." Patraeko stated bluntly, staring out of the window as hundreds of wormholes began to open both near and far to Holy Terra. The Seikham itself slowly travelling through a planet sized wormhole at the edge of the solar system in order to prevent the disturbance of the gravitational fields of all planetary bodies of the system. It was not long until the whole Navy had arrived.

Hundreds of thousands of Galleon-shaped ships, each differing in size, length and number of solar masts. Giant nets floating from the beneath the cabins, sweeping through space in order to collect dark matter.

The Custodies faught to the last, although easily cut down the the armor piercing rounds they would do their best to fire back before meeting their untimely death. However for each one that fell they knew they were buying time for the Emperors new body to arrive, they knew about the plan and if it was true they would give their life for the Emperor to atone for their failure to protect him when he most needed it.

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As Carn and the rest of the group pushed up, they would encounter a massive group of chaos space marines, there were thousands of them all armed with bolters and their unholy power armor. As soon as one of them spotted the group he quickly warned the rest of his brothers. However by sheer luck, or the Emperors blessing a pair of Imperial Knights arrived just in front of the Chaos Space marines and with their heavy weapons they easily turned the horde into nothing but bits and pieces before arriving in front of their group, their massive frame casing a shadow over them. After a moment of scanning them, they concluded that they had the Emperor with them. "We are the Knights Of the Emperor...We shall escort you...Thousands more lay in path...Save our Emperor..." The machines spoke in unison before turning around and began to lead them to a shortcut to Eternity Gate, all the while gunning down all Chaos forces that dared interrupt them for a second.

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Abbadon simply laughed at his entrance. "It would only be complete if you had some effects...But as for the fleet that arrived they may pose a threat however our goal is the corpse god. You men have nearly arrived at the throne room. Once they kill him it does not matter if we lose the fleet or not. The Imperium will destroy itself then the end times can commence."

Trami was far too focused on himself, He barely cared when the group passed him, He was busy seeing into the minds of the many people around him, Normally he wouldn't have nearly the amount of time to dig this deep, but now, Its as if the very world moved slower. He could feel The Seikham had arrived, This battle would not be won by these Chaotic forces, Now this was about minimizing causulties, Especielly protecting this Emperor. Yet he could feel the minds protecting him being quickly destroyed, They were running out of time. There Is no time for this! Trami's Voice was Immense, The sound seemed to come from his mouth, Yet the words echoed throughout the minds of the rest. Trami then pushed himself forward passing up next to Daemos Imperial Knights! Your Emperor is being attacked! For a moment he seemed to be Channeling power, Stretching his hands to each side, Power crackling around him. His voice then increased to a Powerful Echo, Being able to be heard on the entire Battlefield, No, being able to be heard even to Abbadon's Ship

Forces Of the Emperor! Champions Of Chaos! This battle has now been declared unfit by the Shaki'lyu Commonwealth! Brave humans, You will not fall, The Emperor and the Triarchy stand with you, The Emperor himself is being attacked, We will not tolerate this! Neither will you. Beware "Arnok" You face the might of a new High Emperor. Charge Mighty Warriors! We will wipe this Filth out of our sight! With this Trami's Presence seemed to Diminish, It seems that this was highly exhausting, even with the Veil Of Time active, With a tired voice Trami exclaimed Now, Mighty Knights, allow us to protect your Emperor.

"Man, he felt more tired than ever. It seems that he have limits even in this new state he has discovered. Hopefully all this corny Inspirational stuff would work on these Humans. His power was only temporarily weakened from the use, Hopefully he should have returned to normal once they reach the Emperor. Also.. He hoped this would make The Imperium favor him~

Before Alekassandra could answer to Daemos' suggestion, her blanketed smile quickly fell once again as her father, the High Emperor, spoke against it. "It's better if we keep the place intact and stay in a group, don't go mad just yet." His voice showed fatigue as he continued running alongside the group, his plans still solid with the refusal of any changes. Of course, the plan only covered reaching the throne room, everything else would be improvised from there. That was when hope had arrived from beyond the wormholes.

Three giant Commonwealth Carriers, large heavily armoured ships which looked more like sail-less hulls, descended into the stratosphere of Holy Terra, ignoring the attacks given by Chaos ships as the armour took everything they fired. The front line fleet kept in mid orbit as they fired volley after volley at all attacking chaos ships, further protecting the carriers. From beyond the front line travelled the mid lines of the fleet, escorting a further twenty carriers as the battleships took their side-ways stance to fire the fixed cannons, the same nature of Gregorian galleons of human history. Flagships carrying single graviton beams pierced directly through the enemy frigates, forcing an explosion followed by an implosion as gravity was heavily localised in the contact area.
The back lines had a differing set of orders; to chase down and attack the leading flagships of the enemy. Flanking around mars in order to reach the backsides of the enemy, ready to fire their own heavy ionic weaponry, frigates preparing to fly close to fire their tachyon lances.
Meanwhile, the Seikham superstation had nearly finished departing from it's wormhole travel, the giant graviton laser began to calibrate itself, taking the gravity sinks of the system into calculations as it targeted the high concentration of the Chaos fleet. Soon to fire once it had finally exited the wormhole.

From above the palace and it's surrounding area flew the carriers. Their appearance allowing three small holes in the Void Shield to open, large enough to fit a single soldier through at one time. With only a few complains rattling through the company, it was accepted that these actions were necessary to defend the planet. The carriers situated themselves near the holes to allow an easy jump through the holes. One by one, they flooded into the atmosphere of Holy Terra, personally jumping planetside. Each soldier of the 3rd Company was dressed in the elite armour of the Shaki'lyu: Heavy Seilaikah chest piece, kilt, shoulder guards and full helmet, each part angled awkwardly to encourage bullet ricochet from all angles. Each soldier carried their own personal weapons of range and melee: Assault rifles, shotguns, bolt actions, swords, hammers, axes, the list went on. A rad'da shield was opened from a single armband to act as a heatshield as the soldiers fell. Giant wings opening from the back of their armour to guide their landing.
The skies turned black as three hundred soldiers dropped down, spreading out over the whole palace as they flew through the thick forest of gunfire. Experience accompanied the third company as they easily dodged through most of the shells, their armour allowing the contacted shells to ricochet into an arc, the sparks and colours of these actions gave the soldiers an angel-like appearance as they quickly directed their guns towards Chaos troops, laying fire as they fell, some troops were unlucky enough to misjudge their movements, taking shots to the exposed parts of their bodies, forcing death upon them.

Upon landing, each soldier worked to regroup with their peers, holograms located within and outside of their helmets which fully covered their heads, assisting their movements and shots. The use of Ayna was also used as a tertiary weapon, differing affinities littered across the third company elites, their discipline and experience granting much powerful usage as they fought to secure the palace. Hoping to find their commandress, Alekassandra, who simply smiled as she gained transmissions of a successful drop down.

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The last guard dropped, smoke pouring from Charlottes guns as they slowly degenerated back into her body. She panted heavily as the nanobots attempted to regenerate their numbers within her, pulling a small bar of a strange unnamed food for her to begin eating. "I'm gonna need to tap out for a while," She struggled to speak through her heavy breathing as she returned beside Vladimir.
A small glance to Arnok was made as Vladimir gave a gesture for him to lead the way, allowing the group to travel even closer to where the Emperor would be located, unaware of what waits for them.

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Patraeko pouted at Abbadon's words, "How boring, you need to care for your guys more." He held his arms up as a shrug as he began to wonder towards the exit, planning to travel to the docking bay in order to return to the Seishaw.
"I'm not gonna sit here and watch, I want in on this action. If you don't mind, I'm taking the Seishaw to the planet. Mind opening the shield for me?" He stated, not caring at how Abbadon may object to his actions. After all, the Seishaw carried weapons that would blow a hole in the shielding without effort.

As he reached the door, which opened upon his arrival, Patraeko turned his head to face Abbadon once more, a smile covering his face. "You might want to look behind you," He gestured towards Mars as the back fleet quickly came around, "And if you don't want to be crushed in some gravitational surge, you'll want to end this within an hour. Aim for the heads~"

And with that, he left.

The knights soon led them to Eternity Gate, however what was once a massive line of men was turned into a massive warzone. Bodies of chaos soldiers filled the massive area. Wrecked dreadnoughts, tanks, and other vehicular wrecks lay strewn across. The Honor guard were doing their duty well, but upon seeing the group, the captain of the group quickly made his was over to them. He was not wearing any power armor except for a helmet and leggings. "You must hurry now! The Honor Guard in the Inner palace have been killed. Its only a matter of seconds. Emperor see you this day!" With that he quickly retured to his fellow battle brothers along with the Imperial Knights. Carn wasted no time, and ran full speed past the hail of bullets.

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In frot of the doors of the Throne Room, a lone Centurion stood alone. He looked straight forward as he watched the group led by the Chaos Lord came into view. "What is this? A lone Centurion? There were supposed to be exactly 300 Guards in the Palace...Regardless you guys can easily take out one lone Loyalist." Arnok stated. The Lone Centurion remained silent, and raising his two arms in the air readied the Heavy bolter and missile launcher he had equipped with him.

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Abbadon simply scoffed at the man. "You are free to do whatever you want now. We have our information, now go ahead and do whatever you do. I have a siege to oversee and a fleet to destroy... He did not turn to address Patraeko.

Meanwhile for the chaos fleet, as the Imperium and the Commonwealth ships began to destroy the fleet. They began to resort to every weapon they could muster, Nova cannons, Lance batteries, Plasma Batteries, Even the mot deadly Vortex missiles which tore open holes into the warp which sucked in hundreds of ships. And with the unholy powers of chaos, sure the enemy weapons had little effect on the voidshields but on occasions tears in the warp would open up by the trained minds of the chaos sorcerers which redirected the enemy fire right back at them, they would even use their psychic powers to cause the heads of the commonwealth soldiers on their ships to blow up since they did not have a Gellar Field to protect them from, they would target captains, crewmen, gunners, anyone really as long as it disrupted their actions.

Trami was slowly starting to regret his massive increase in power. All these minds crying out in pain, horror and fighting spirit, that along with his exhausted state made him quite slow compared to the group. He was moving at such an speed even the High Emperor was faster

Still he could see the different parts of the battlefield. Using that he quite quickly concluded the fact that the only real threat remaining was located in the Palace, Wich he was quick the inform the rest of the party about. In between his frequent exhales. If.. If we wipe out... the enemies in the palace. Then we will win easily. N-no doubt!

Trami was regaining stamina quickly, yet he was worried that he would slow the group down. After all, the general success of this battle would all come down to them

Wherever forces of light and darkness meet in a battle so glorious as to shake the very foundations of reality itself, a small window is seen by those who's lives fade, a window that few ever remember once they pass through to the other side. A window into a place not meant to be seen by any, save those who created such a place.

It is from this place that Ralen Nostari comes, and the energies unleashed by the conflict in Holy Terra had drawn him off course, his portal opening in the middle of a battlefield instead of where it was meant to be. For several precious seconds the princely man was incapable of comprehending where he was. He had meant to pass through a gateway to meet with a benefactor, and now he found himself placed in the turbulent battleground between the living and the damned.

In this field of death and destruction he stood. Armor plates adorned his chest, shoulders, arms and legs, wrought of a beautiful steel and in a style that could be seen as nothing less than the highest nobility. His piercing green eyes darted about as he took in as many details as he could, his head turning, causing the auburn locks of his short hair to fly about.

Those of more attentative nature would notice that his hands were adorned with clawed gauntlets, the backs of each hand having a glowing orange jewel filling it. On his right hand, on the very first finger was a ring of gold with a blue teardrop gemstone in it. At either hip was a blade with no cross guard, both handles of burnished wire, one in a sheath etched with vines of rose and leaf, the other etched with the faces of tormented souls, fire, and death. And at the center of his breastplate, sitting over his own heart was a heart sized red stone that pulsed with a forbidding light.

For several moments this man turned and spun, the coat tails that draped from his belt flying behind him like the tail feathers of an exotic bird. After a moment he looked up to see the ships that came down through the air, and closed his eyes to breath deep.

In and out, in and out, deep breaths, and with that all became still, silent, and steady. He opened his eyes and saw the world with a new light. The life force of all things revealed to him, and he sought out information and knowledge, so as to determine where, or perhaps when, he was. He looked about him for answers, but then a shimmer caught his eye and he looked at it with the predatory gaze of a hawk. This Glimmer that had caught his notice would be the god emperor of mankind, or at least the corpse of the being. Something about that light intrigued Ralen, who threw out an arm in that direction. A rip in the fabric of reality formed in front of him, and he paused a moment to allow it to coalesce into a portal through which he could travel.

Daemos' steppes matched Carn footfall for footfall. The Left King had finally found his release in the seething masses around him. As far as the eye could see Imperial and Chaos clashed, waves of bullets filled the air, and at least and the floor was buried under at least an inch of blood of every colour, broken up by occasional mounds of gore and brutalized metal. This was home, happiness, release. This was battle, for honour and pride, and finally, FINALLY the group had no option but to fight to progress.

The ancient hammer of Clan Hetgenii burst into violent flickering flames as Daemos overtook Carn in terms of speed. The marine was tall, and hell trained, but Daemos was taller, less encumbered, and hungry for battle. Carn no bought wanted to smite the Chaos, to save his brothers, his god, but Daemos merely wanted to fight, a desire that lent him more strength than any devotion ever could.

His blood began to itch and burn as the air around him sizzled and ignited, wreathing him in fire. He could feel every centimeter he moved as his feet slid through the muck, every heartbeat rang in his ears. This was it, this was the time. As he approached the line of fighting, the proverbial wall of flesh and metal that stood between Weilacca and the Emperor Of Man, he felt every muscle in his body tense. That feeling only lasted a split second though, because in the blink of an eye he leapt forward as a violent orange blur, crashing down in to the middle of the battlefield like a firey nova.

The weaker, or distracted Chaos Soldiers close to him fell in an instant, their flesh burned away from the vigor of his entry. He spared no time on their charred corpses though, swinging his massive hammer with surprising grace. It connected again and again with the weaker dregs in front of him, each blow sounding like an explosion. In fact in many cases the bodies his hammer collided with did explode, such was the force and fire of Hetgenii wrath. The fools who tried to strike him found themselves burned away, or starved for air.

Such hollow combat thankfully didn't last long, a Chaos Marine, a World Eater no less stepped up to him, frenzied and wildly slashing with chainswords. This was what Daemos had waited for. He danced and wove his way between each berserk strike the marine offered him, toying with the Daemon. It would lunge, or slash, attempt to parry only to be respond to a feint. It's frustration and rage mounting as each blow missed, and Daemos only smiled. The Marine stepped back, noticing that Daemos didn't even peruse it, which only furthered it's anger. He raised his chainsword and threw his head back, shouting at the top of his lungs. "BLOOD FOR THE BLO--" In the split second it looked away Daemos dashed so fast the Marine didn't register it, his hammer coming down on the mans chest and melting clean through it.

The left king merely kicked the corpse of the marine over and smiled, deciding to return the taunt. "FOR THE VLADIMINSKY, FOR HETGENII!" This cry drew more Chaos Marines, although they were smart enough to attempt to gun him down. With a blinding light and surge of Daemos' Anya their bullets disintegrated before they could reach him. He shoot forward, leaving a trail of fire in his wake and swung his hammer with both hands in a wide arc. The high-pitched hum it made as it whipped about at such speed almost sounded like a distant voice singing.

The poor Chaos gunners stood no chance, the hammer didn't even hit them but the wave of flame it projected burned clean through them, bisecting all three, as well as an entire hundred foot line of soldiers behind them. It was going to be hard not to level this palace on accident. Small price to pay though, and it least he truly had their attention now.

More marines converged on him, now openly ignoring some of the Imperial Marines and honour guard in favour of their new orange target. He enjoyed that.

They came at him in seconds, wave upon wave, and each was burned away. Daemos had only been fighting for a minute at this stage, and already his body count rivaled the Knights. This was almost too easy, until he saw what was really going on. The miserable soldiers and marines has been mere distractions, thrown at him or anyone else while robbed figures in the back did their jobs. A horrible scream erupted through the palace, as well as a literal wave of blood that rose to the average man's knee.

Daemons. They had summoned bloodletters. Daemos' smile grew even wider as he shouted at the top of his lungs, gouts of fire expelling with his breath. "MY EMPEROR," his voice rang loud enough it caused the ears of the simple soldiers around him to bleed. "I WILL HANDLE THIS, I WILL CARVE YOU A TEMPORARY PATH. RUN, AND DO NOT LOOK BACK." Pride swelled in his voice.

He raised his hammer high above his head, both hands firmly grasping it's hilt. He only hoped Weilacca knew his plan, because this might just blind an unaware Shaki'lyu. Weilacca was smart though, and had fought beside him before. He would know this trump card, and he could understand it was wiser to allow him to do this, and conserve Alek's energy. His hammer crashed down into the ground at a blinding speed, and Daemos simply smiled as he felt his body grow cold.

The sound of the impact was..Deafening, literally, though non close enough to be so effected lived long enough to complain. A literal nova had erupted from the impact zone, burning away the very gold of the palace at it's epicenter, along with anything Chaos it touched. But that was only the start. The nova then shot out in forks, each resembling the Hetgenii hammer, but at a size that would more match an Escape Pod than a usable weapon. This forks shot down halls, and along the straightest paths, carving a literally path to the very throne, and leaving a large section of the palace coated in ash.

While impressive, and seemingly able to obliterate Chaos' masses, Daemos knew better. As did everyone else likely. The unholy swarms would refill the cinder-laden gaps in mere minutes. Maybe though, just maybe it was enough of a window for the High Emperor and the others to reach the throne though.

Maybe. Just maybe.

The battle continued in Holy Terra's high orbit. Each side was buffeting the other with every weapon and tactic they could muster, the Commonwealth fleets had quickly learned of the strange shielding that Chaos was using. Noting that the graviton beams were the best means to break through said shielding, quickly developing the tactics needed to break through the shield, giving a gap for other ballistics to be fired in to. Other smaller ships, trapped out of angle of these tactics had learned of the repelling of their weapons. Noticing the opening of the shields every now and then, taking these actions as an advantage before being sucked and destroyed in the warp itself. A distance was growing between the fleets as Chaos was pushed back, or the Commonwealth simply retreated to secure the area above the palace.

Within the ships, heads were exploding, many crewmen were strangely killed by the forces of the psychic abilities Chaos held. It wasn't long until those attuned to the energy of the universe itself, the Flow Masters, has noticed the strange flow of energy which caused such tragic endings. Quickly sending transmissions to other ships of the actions, the strategy spreading like wildfire throughout the fleets as flow masters took their positions in the ships. Sitting cross legged against the floor as they focused on listening to the energy flow, altering it with their own abilities, throwing the psychic attacks back to their user in the attempt of reversing the effects. Deaths were slowly reduced, soon to reach a plateau of nearly complete protection. There simply wasn't enough flow masters to cover every ship.

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Planetside, the third company had finally begun to secure the palace. Swapping their ammunition to energy rounds due to their observed stronger effects against the Chaos armour. The flames of the Hetgenii leader, Daemos, was quickly noticed by every Hetgenii national of the third company, calling them to the scene to assist their leader. Each of them proud to be fighting beside their great lord, trying their best to please him as they sacrificed their lives in the enemy fire.
With the destruction of all enemy presence, the company spread out as they set up barricades from the secondary drops. Specialised technology which erected fully armoured Selaikah walls at the press of a button, acting as bunkers as a ring was quickly constructed around the palace itself. Each soldier taking their positions at the gaps to fire through.
Meanwhile, the Hetgenii nationals surrounded their weakened leader as he needed time to recover. All of them offering to link their nodes to their leader's node, giving him access to tens of Hetgenii nodes, quickly giving him power again as the Flow Masters linked each soldier. Medical taking the weaker soldiers away as they passed out from lose too much Sa'ooayna. An irregular's node was massive after all.

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The mercenaries lined up in front of Arnok and the recovering Charlotte. Their target was right before them, a lone skeleton sitting on a throne, all they had to do was destroy it. But now, this massive thing was standing in the way.
"Connor, you and I will take him on." Vladimir spoke out as he pushed his longcoat away from his sides, revealing the two Rostovii Greatswords. Arm-length swords with an extension that resembled that of a scythe blade protruding out from one side. As he pulled the swords from their clips, the hilt angled perfectly to allow the main blades to run parallel to the arms while the protrusions bent away from the body. Essentially holding the swords 'backwards'.
Connor, on the other hand, simply put his arms behind his back underneath his coat. Pulling two automatic pistols from their holsters, pointing the guns at the centurion, his body still slouching forward as the undead mute stared eagerly.
"Arnok, look after Abigail." Vladimir spoke out, keeping an eye on the centurion as he waiting for a single movement, ready to call Connor into action.

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A small smile and the shake of a head was all Weilacca could do as he saw Daemos go off on his own. There was nothing he could do about it, the man was born to fight. It had been many years since the last war of collapse where the two had fought together. He truly was a man worthy of being a leader, perhaps he could even replace the Vladaminsky as the High Emperor. Of course, he had to prove his worth to bring back the lost Hetgenii family blood. Securing his place on the throne with a child.

The group had finally reached the eternity gate...

Above Holy Terra in orbit, the Chaos ships kept advancing forward gunning down hundreds of both Imperium and Commonwealth ships with no sign of stopping. Many more Imperium ships donning different colors and emblems arrived to assist. The Space Marine chapters actually abandoned many different crusades to defend Holy Terra.

With the Chaos Sorcerers spells being redirected back at them, they simply resisted their own spells but they soon decided to just use them for defensive purposes such as redirecting enemy fire. However some of the enemy ships were unprotected and some continued to explode the crew.

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Meanwhile planetside, for Ralen however, his arrival was hostile to both the Imperium forces and Chaos forces. The both though him to be either a traitor or a loyalist marine and upon seeing him bolt round would fly right at him. Even heavier weaponry such as heavy bolters would also target him.

For the marines and Imperial Guard forces stationed on the planet, they would notice the arrival of the commonwealth third company arrive of the planet. They did not like their presence, they were even prepared to open fire on them for trespassing on their holy land however they had to focus on the Chaos forces so with a shaky trust they left them to their own devices...But then came the unthinkable. The Void Shield defending the planet was shut off, a well armed cult hiding on Holy Teraa had stormed the area where the Void Shield generator was and destroyed it leaving Holy Terra vulnerable to orbital weaponry, and free for anything to drop in...

Soon building were hit by Chaos ship fire, and demons soon poured onto the planet.

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Inside the Palace past Eternity Gate, Carn saw the destruction left by mercanaries. The Custodies lay slain on the ground and up ahead he saw a lone centurion making his stand. However he could feel a massive presence from him, something about him seemed different. However he brought his psychic powers to bear and unleashed them at the mercenaries sending bolts of psychic bolts at them

For Arnok he simply brought up a dark shield and protected himself against the incoming fire. "Let us move now, it only takes one of us to take down the corpse god in his current state." He stated as he just marched forward.

For the lone Centurion, he unleashed a hail of Holy heavy bolter fire and missiles at the two mercs. He remained still targeting them with advanced targets to predict their movements. "I cannot show my true form...not yet...I must know their power first and use it to my advantage. Even if I have to fake my loss..." The man thought to himself as he opened fire.

The air in the throne room suddenly went stagnant. Any breeze, any form of mechanical air circulation, any anything vanished. It was an instant shift, but brief, for in the next moment the smell of all the blood, gore, rust, and bolter fire was whisked away. What replaced it was the purest, most focused, most vile, and putrid smell imaginable.

At first the scent just lingered, unbearable and choking. Guardsmen without respirators began hacking, and coughing, some clutching at their throats. As if that wasn't bad enough, it began wafting. The air was moving again, bringing more and more of the stench in. It was like whatever was causing this foulest of smell was moving closer. A Guardsmen screamed as his body broke out in head to toe blisters the size of fists, exploding and oozing pus.

Panic broke out as his body hit the ground, the screams of the dead and dying quickly became deafening as almost every Imperial Guardsmen where succumbing to a host of horrifying diseases.

This too only last a moment, as a scream cut through the noise. It wasn't human, not remotely, it was bestial and full of rage, so shrill, and loud enough to vibrate the palace walls. Out from the darkness of one of the halls leading into the throne stepped Filthblood. Easily twenty feet tall, eyes burning red, s kin covered in lesions and chaffing away. His hands and feet were so gnarled and black they look like roots, and each step he took turned the golden floors around him to black.

This was a Great Unclean One. One of Nurgle's prized Daemons, and he held up a wicked black scythe that was covered in flesh-y growths, and oozing blood and pus.

Everything the ooze touched corroded away, and with blinding speed Bloodfilth dashed at the bunkers, ignoring any who still lived outside of it's confines, and swinging his caustic blade right through the steel. That was the "beauty" of a Great Unclean One's weapon, whatever it touched decayed. They were blessed with the filth from Lord Nurgle's Cauldron. By now the corpses of the fallen were exploding, spreading the uncountable, unimaginable host of diseases Bloodfilth breathed.

All over Terra citizens and guardsmen alike fell ill and died in a manner of minutes. Bloodfilth's very presences was enough to exterminate an entire planet via sickness in a few mere days. Those closest to him would feel it first.

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The hulking GUO was not the only, or perhaps even the greatest threat in the throne room though. A blinding flash of purple filled the room when Bloodfilth screamed. This light of course was a portal from the Warp. The Black Legion in vast numbers began pouring through, headed up by one of their most powerful sorcerers, Urlaraz.

The hulking figure, clad in black power armour and a golden skull mask stepped forward, staff raised high as the GUO charged forward. He cried out, his voice echoing through the entire palace. "THIS DAY, CHAOS SHALL REIGN! THE CORPSE GOD DIES!" Bursts of purple lightning shot from his free hand, slaying Marine and ailing guardsmen alike. A bolt even collided with one of the Hetgenii members of the Third Company, striking the poor man dead. Nothing but ashes left behind.

The Legion pouring through the portal all shouted in chorus, "For Chaos! For Chaos!" as they charged in. This battle was no where near over. It had just begun.

The Portal had solidified just in time, for as he stepped through it a hail of gunfire from either side of the enemies forces struck him in the back. His armor deflected most of the rounds, though he would be bruised for days from the impacts. Only his reflexes had saved him from being slain then and there however, as he dove into the portal the moment he had felt the first round impact his armor.

The portal closed behind him, and he looked around to find his bearings. He stood in a large throne room, although with a glance to the throne, he figured the kingdom must be in dire straights, for only a truly demented land would place a rotting corpse in position to rule. He stepped forward, a few feet from the decaying body of the "king" and inspected the corpse. "Huh... This is interesting." He mused to himself.

Then the foul stench of the filth monster hit him, and he turned to face it, one hand covering his nose and mouth. The vile creatures rotted appearance was disgusting, and Ralen in that moment decided that he did not like this place at all. "Good god, where the hell am I?" He asked no one in particular, though he did draw his blade War from it's sheathe. Already acquainted with the hostilities of the natives, he wasn't about to risk being caught unaware again.

Course then he noticed the forces arrayed around the filthy beast, and his mouth opened in a little 'o'. He looked about, noting the composition of the armies and the forces placed at hand, and quickly deduced that at least two factions were present, maybe three. The most prominent ones were obviously those working alongside that absolutely disgusting sack of rotted filth and nasty, and he quickly came to suspect they were insane, because they began chanting "chaos" over and over.

The other group he saw seemed a little more sensible, although that was at the loosest sense of the word, and even that was barely applicable. These consisted of a rather impressive figure of hulking armor taking substantial amounts of fire from the lunatics standing by the sickbag stink thing, a handful of smaller soldiers who were quickly dying from diseases, which Ralen thought odd until he realized that his natural immunity to most diseases was probably why he wasn't having trouble with exploding in bloody pustules. And then there was the third group, consisting of a handful of people who actually reminded him alot of his own people in Aelria, although distinct differences in clothing choice made him doubt they were related. From this last group he felt something he had not in a long time, soul transference. He realized they were channeling and redirecting their life force amongst each other, and some of them had a far greater store of living energy than they had any right to have. One of them, a fellow with black hair and red eyes, who stood with a degree of strength that Ralen immediatly recongnized caught his attention. The fellow was regal, cool headed, calm in the face of the insanity around him, there was no doubt about it to the Aelrian Emperor. "Ahh, a king who marches to war beside his army, good. Maybe he'll be able to assist me in making sense of this mess."

And in the back of his mind Ralen asked, yet again, the question that was at the top of his list of things to ask.

"Where the fuck am I."

The presences was too much. Too many powerful minds was, one after another joining the fray. At this moment Trami understood that he could not win this inside all these minds. He would have to take a more.. direct approach. Time to join the fight.

My dear comrades! This battle is to not be underestimated. Trami's voice was clear and soft, He had regained his energy. But not nearly the amount he previously had I think we should follow the Hetgenii example and show these people why you do not interfere with the Commonwealth

Saying this Trami took a couple confident steps towards the mercenaries. He made sure to release an hostile presence, He would not allow these people simply ignore him. Thus he strengthened this presence, enough to crush nearby enemies. Trami was more than confident in his own ability. Yet he hoped that he would be given assistance.

This was a battle between groups. None of the people here would be able to beat all the other ones.

Orbital superiority was reaching an equilibrium as more and more Commonwealth fleets poured in to the area via wormholes, instantly unloading their cannons as they fought against the chaos fleets. The flanking Skeel battalion had finally looped around Mars, using it's gravitation field as means to slingshot the small fleet as the main frigates fired their graviton beams towards the chaos flagship, the following battleships followed in the attack, fighting to clear a pathway for the arrivals to wormhole in, essentially working as a strategy to push Chaos away from the planet.
Out of the star's gravity sink, the Seikham had finally exited it's wormhole. The orbiting constructions pushed to the back where they could continue expansion of the superstation in safety. With reports of Holy Terra's shield being lost, power was diverted from the main graviton laser, reaching the smaller lasers which quickly re-calibrated to the system. An entire flood of small gravity beams were fired into the system, travelling at their natural light speed around the planets, the calibrations had determined the right angle through the gravitational pulls in order to reach a direct hit on the chaos fleets. Of course, some friendly fire would have taken place due to minor error being magnified by the movements. It would take around thirty minutes for the beams to reach the Chaos fleet. Graviton contact forcing extreme gravitational pulls which crushed whatever was in the immediate vicinity of the collection.

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Planetside, the third company had successfully locked down the perimeter around the palace, firing through their defences to push the black legions back. All across the planet, more and more companies hit planetfall as they dived into the atmosphere. Quickly jumping into the defence, most of which falling to the diseases of the GUO. Every soldier had been trained in such painful reactions to damage, a single scratch acted on by injection of a special regeneration serum, followed by the amputation of the whole limb to allow a complete new limb to grow in it's place. It was an extremely painful act, but it ensured the survival of a large number of soldiers, before they fell to the disease that is.

Patraeko had taken the Seishaw into the atmosphere, ordering his Fleeair crew to enact 'sneaky sneaky' status as the name of the ship was covered with a slab of damaged Selaikah, making it look like the ship was damage, drawing all Commonwealth fire away as it hovered above the palace. Allowing Patraeko to jump down, disappearing from sight before he hit the palace. The ship then returned to orbit upon his disappearance.

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"Fuck!" Alekassandra screamed as she noticed the appearance of more chaos behind the group, seeing her entrapment between the mercenaries and the chaos legions. She reacted by throwing the case she carried, aimed directly at Arnok with such a great speed and power from Alek's increased strength. Weilacca had drawn his blade as Morganovicz faced the chaos legions, halberd in hand.
"Trami! Get a forcefield up!" Weilacca ordered the irregular, hoping to form a shield around the group to protect them from chaos fire.

Suddenly, the whole throne room had fallen dark. A single light bursting open as a spotlight, showing the appearance of the Shaki'lyu cyborg, Patraeko. The corpse of the Emperor in his arms as a strange appearance of song appeared. He danced with the corpse, dancing the tango. His biological eye closed, his movements swift and perfect, the only sound was the song itself. During the dance, Patraeko's hand even lowered to the backside of the corpse, his other arm used to move the corpse's hand to slap him, returning to the normal dance. The ending followed by strange bangs as confetti fell from nowhere around the two, a single pose as Patraeko held the corpse as the female partner in the dance.
BANG!
A single shot was fired by Connor, the bullet perfectly piercing the skull of the Emperor's corpse. The plan to kill the Emperor had finally come true as the skull collapsed to the floor. Patraeko's face showed surprise, he glared towards his fellow merc, "What the fuck are you doing?!" He shouted, swinging one of the arm's of the corpse towards Connor, the hand somehow pointing towards the undead mute, forcing him to look down in apology, his face confused at Patraeko's words.

The Emperor of Man was dead.

In orbit above Holy Terra, as backup arrived the Chaos warriors were prepared for a flank. More wormholes opened up sending gravton lasers right through only to it the Imperium ships or Commonwealth ships, of course some managed to hit multiple ships tearing them apart and crushing them.

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Meanwhile on the surface of Holy Terra, the demonic presence of the demons grew along with the increased ferocity of the Chaos warriors. With all the blood that was spilled on the world all the warriors would now hear the whispers of the Chaos God of war. Telling them to continue killing, to begin fighting among themselves. The Guardsman already broken after watching their fellow soldiers get turned to walking boils lost it once the whispers began and turned to face the space marines and Irregular allies and opened fire on them. "Blood! For the blood god! It must be spilled in his name!" They yelled as they were lost to the ruinous powers of chaos.

A pair of Guardsman Turned to Ralen armed wit ha pair of Plasma Guns. Even though they should have ignored him they were lost to the powers of chaos. "Your blood shall satisfy the blood God! Your skull shall adorn my armor! BLOOD! BLOOD!" One of them yelled as he fired a ball of superheated plasma.

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Inside the palace, as Alekassandra threw the case at Arnok it harmlessly bounced off of him and he simply continued to walk. "What a pathetic attempt to harm me, to think the rats try to fight back. Its hilariously futile, whatever...This all finally end..." He called behind him as he entered the throne room.

The Centurion while busy turned around when he felt a massive disturbance in the throne room to discover someone was using the corpse of the Emperor to dance around. However, suddenly a single gunshot rung across the Throne room. Everyone across Holy Terra could feel the gunshot echo across the land, they all felt despair for the first time ever. They knew that this feeling marked the end of the Emperor Of Man, the man who they promised to defend was now dead. The feeling washed over the Planet and across the other chapters, the Librarians could feel his presence fade away. The Emperor was dead...

The Centurion shook in place, filled with both anger and despair. He had failed again, he had failed yet again to defend the Emperor. But for Carn, he fell to his knees as they had failed to save him on time. He was silent, soon they were all going to vanish into the warp and die...However that never came, but what came was a massive presence.

Suddenly a light brighter than the sun escaped from the cracks of the case that had been thrown. The Light was so powerful that Arnoks Existance was being burned away. "I-I-Impossible! This light! It cannot be! HE...SHOULD....BE...DEAD!" He yelled out as he was forced to open a tear into the warp and was forced to retreat. Suddenly the case opened up by itself, and the light soon blinded everyone in the room and stood a figure the marines knew all too well. "Never lose hope children of mankind! My son, and my faithful follower. Your Emperor has returned!" The man himself, the Emperor spoke wearing the garbs of the Commonwealth. The Centurion stood at attention once he saw him and took off his helmet to reveal another familiar face in Imperium history. It was Rogal Dorn of of the Space Marine Primarchs. "Greetings father, I am ready to help you protect the Imperium once again."

The Emperor soon turned to the mercs in the throne room, although his mind was still gather piece by piece he looked at Patraeko and gave a subtle nod in his direction. And when he looked at the mercernaries he was not happy to see them. [color=teal][font=myriad]"This is your first and only warning, leave now or face my wrath! My nation needs me so step aside!"

The dancing man with the skeleton he had been closely inspecting caught Ralen offguard, but when the two guardsmen opened fire on him, his blade War simply absorbed the weapons fire. Chaos soldiers, nurgle demons, clashing forces, absolute insanity...


Ralen just eyed the room and shook his head. "No, just plain no." he said aloud, striking out with a casual flick of the blade at the guardsmen, who turned to dust the moment the blade touched them. He then turned and with an exasperated sigh sat upon the throne, the blade lazily hanging from his hand as he held his head in the other one and pondered just where exactly he was.

When the God emperor made his appearance Ralen looked at the blinding display and rolled his eyes. "Great, another showoff, as if there aren't enough of those already." He grumbled, absentmindedly spinning War in circles in his hand.

Urlaraz howled wildly as he felt the Corpse God's mind vanish from the warp. Victory, victory at last! This would be the Age of Chaos, the final Age! He roared with triumph, unleashing bolt after bolt of Warp-powered lightning through each massive hole the GUO tore in the xeno's pitiful defense. By the time the rest of the Black Legion made it to the shattered barricade, the great Sorcerer had killed dozens of Shaki'lyu and Marine alike. Nothing but ash remained as Bloodfilth charged on towards the Throne Room.

Daemos, a handful of marines, and whatever was left of the Third Company had retreated, catching up with the High Emperor and company just in time to see Patraeko's little show. A wave of horror washed over him, and he stood stunned as the case erupted.

None of that however was the important parts. None of that is what truly mattered. Ever event of this battle, of this day, of the last millennium had been carefully planned out in advance. Every breath, ever twitch, ever death had been foreseen and manipulated to this exact outcome. The world was marching along, unaware as ever, to it's truest doom.

The second the Emperor of Man paused his speech, disembodied cackling filled the room. Deep and malicious, it bounced around for what seemed like an eternity. "You've done well, Father." The almost forgotten voice of Magnus The Red spat the final word out with venom, as an Ethereal shade in his image materialized in front of the Emperor. "Unfortunately for you.." Without warning the entire room erupted in lightning, purple and yellow blasts striking everyone in an instant.

What happened next was the fruits of a most horrible plan..

Everyone in hall leading up to the throne room had been torn from the Materium, and forced onto a dead planet within the Warp. Agony and madness surrounding and attacking them all, as Magnus' laugh echoed again. The part was the Emperor's fate, for the unimaginably powerful spell Magnus wove was tearing his mind out of his body, quickly casting his presence back into the Warp.
In no time at all his body would be a useless husk, and even for a man of the Emperor's strength, the pain would be horrendous.

"Did you truly think Tzneetch would be so foolish, Father? Did you think I WAS BLIND? Need I remind you, I only lost one eye, and I've still seen more than you! Still out smarted you! Remember your little Webway project? Well this is mine! Soon you'll be just another lost soul in the Warp for Chaos to do with as it pleases, and no silly Throne to help you." The shade stepped forward again, now turned to face the crowd of everyone else he'd drug into the Warp. "You have all been defeated. There is no escape, and the age of Man is dying before you. Pledge your souls to me now, and I may cease your torture."

Transferring to the warp was NOT something Ralen was going to accept, especially not when it was not by his will. He hopped up and took one quick look around, drawing his sword peace, and striking it crossways with War.

In that flash of steel on steel, a new blade was formed. Balance, The Glaive of Reality, wielded by Ralen the Conquerer. And The Conquerer raised a hand, and the six foot long broadsword raised itself into the air. With a toss of his hand, the blade made a single full circle, cutting a tear in the weave of fate itself, unmaking events as they unfolded.

With a crashing sound of thunder, reality was ripped open, the very warp was torn apart and the fabric of reality was sheared. The Weave of Fate, exposed and left pulsing with raw power was revealed. Ralen reached out and grasped these Celestial threads that bound the All, and remade existence. With an explosive retort, time and space were reforged, and Ralen stood within the Throne room.

And yet the infuriated son of the Nostari Empire was not finished. He unleashed a roar of primal fury and slammed his hand into the ground, whereupon the blade struck into the ground like a spear, and all those beings not of this plane of reality that had not been taken back to the fel pit they belonged in would find themselves forcibly ripped back to their own warp. If they tried to fight it, then their place in the fabric of reality would unravel, an effect made apparent as their bodies were ripped assunder, appearing as though dissolving into motes and threads of light. In this manner, the battle in Holy Terra would be ended, the Chaos soldiers gasping for life as their very existence was revoked, their bodies torn apart on the way back to the warp.

With the smoke cleared, Ralen sighed, his eyes closed. He reached up and placed his hands upon Balance, and the blade dissolved into War and Peace, which he returned to their rightful place at his side. He then opened his eyes and looked out upon the Devastation left behind, and grimaced with hatred. He turned and Spat upon the throne, and departed the place through the twisted remains that his wrath had left.

Trami's mind was finally becoming clear again. Even if this new place was filled with incredible amounts of Psychic power it was nothing that Trami hadn't experienced before when exploring his way throughout the many expanses of mental powers. He was quite relieved as the Emperor seemed to have surivived the inital attack, he finally understood what that Briefcase was all about. For a moment he thought of commenting the fact that he was not told about this, but now they were faced with something of much more importance. The extermination of these fools. But really, They were surely focusing to hard to damage the dear Emperor, Trami could feel how the Emperor's mind was writhing in pain. he had grown tired, It was time to show the power of the Commonwealth, Or more so, The power of Trami San

Okay! That's it! My dear High Emperor, Lets finish this. Alekassandra, Morgan, Daemos I do hope we can show these zealous fanatics why they do now interfere with us. Please assist me in the front. With these words, Spoken between gentle lips Trami flew forward with an unnatural speed, It more seemed like his feet were softly floating above the ground. This sudden attack was directly aimed towards Magnus, Arriving within an Arm distance from the huge man Trami allowed his hand to hover directly infront of Magnus face, Before releasing a crushing storm of psychic power enough to rival that of an Ultramarine Librarian. Even if the attack was such a direct one aimed straightly towards Magnus it was more an attempt to disrupt his attack on the Emperor, Several aftershocks was also directed towards Urlaraz and Arnok, Trami had chosen his prefered opponents. He would at the very least buy the Emperor some time

The battle in high orbit waged on, more and more graviton lasers travelled across the star system towards their targets of the Chaos fleet, wormholes quickly swapping a large portion of them to collide with Commonwealth and Imperium ships. Transmissions were hurried towards they Seikham as they requested the bombardment to stop, informing of the large number of friendly fire as they continued their attempts to push the Chaos fleets away. The reinforcements appearing all around the Chaos fleets as means to entrap them in bombardments of ionic and graviton lasers from all sides. Ships reorganised themselves to allow the limited Flow Masters to cover as much of the Commonwealth ships as they could to prevent as much psychic attacks as they could. The sides were even, with no signs of dominance as ships continued to be crushed under gravitons or explode as their hulls were pierced, debris falling into the gravity well of Holy Terra as a majestic glowing natural bombardment.

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The appearance of the Emperor of Man held a massive impact on Chaos, the Imperium and the Shaki'lyu. The High Emperor's face quickly grew to a celebratory smile of amazement as his hard work has been proven successful, his arms raised in a god like fashion as he called over the sounds of the Throne Room. "I have done it! I have created life from death!" His voice bold and powerful as he continued his cheers, "We have transcended past the creator Lemascu herself! We are gods!" The words were sent to address the whole room, Weilacca's eyes wide with madness as he changed to address the Emperor of Man himself, "Now, my son, let us destroy those who resist our power!"

Patraeko stood speechless as he stared at the Emperor of Man, his mouth open as a wide smile. The small nod thrown in his direction quickly brought him to the reality of the situation, closing his mouth as he continued the stare of what seemed to be friendship, nodding back before calling his comrades back with him. "We're done here, let's get going." He ordered the group. However, Charlotte seemed to ignore these orders with a glare thrown at the Emperor of Man, her orders were to overwatch the death of the man, not the rebirth. More of the strange food was pulled from her pockets as she was about to stuff as much of it into her mouth as possible, only to have Vladimir grab her arm. A small shake of the head quickly regained the immortal's reasoning, lowering the food down once again before joining Patraeko in a group teleport back to the Seishaw. Escaping the madness just before the rest of the room was pulled into the warp.

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The great mood of the group was firmly destroyed as fast as it appeared, falling into the warp as some kind of last resort Chaos held up their sleeve. They were all dragged into the realm of their accursed origin, the Warp. The High Emperor quickly relocated himself beside Daemos, his sword drawn as the scar on his left arm began to leak the pure energy of the Crown. "It looks like things are going to get worse, how about we show them out fight? Like the good old days."

Morganovicz had already noticed the strange energies that flowed in and out of the Emperor of Man, he knew full well that whatever this was, it was dangerous. The Emperor's node was already being affected with such strange power, forcing him to hide behind the human emperor as he channelled his power into the man. Working hard to expel the chaos psychic power in order to protect him. Everything within the Emperor was mad, there was disorder throughout the node which needed to be fixed. And so, he closed his eyes.

Alekassandra had noticed her fiance's actions, a small smile thrown across her face as Trami addressed her for assistance. "Gladly." She growled, glaring towards Magnus as she activated her own power. The density and power of her muscle fibres increasing at an alarming rate, pressing against her armour, forcing it outwards as she gripped her fists. Ready to bring her own assault. "Carn, how about a little tag team?"