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Trami San

"Well, by then I should have already won"

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Long Lost Lius

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The Shaki'lyu Commonwealth of Nations is the congregation of galactic states under sovereignty of the High Emperor; standing as the leading power of Bioscience in the Multiverse.

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Trami San


Age: 45 Image
Gender: Male
Race: Shaki'lyu
Ethnicity: Metrii
Profession: President of Fleeair Ore Processing and Mining
Alignment: Neutral Evil

Height: 7 Feet and 8 inches
Weight: 275 kg
Hair: Greenish Black
Eyes: Green

Clothing: A Formal business suit, A white shirt and black gloves
Weapons: The Zeno Revolver "Dominance" A custom made revolver exceeding any previous gun in pure power. Able to penetrate straight trough almost any material makes it incredibly deadly
Items: None
Ayna Affinity: The Mind
Ayna Abilities: Trami can create incredible shocks out of his mind, creating forcefields or simply crushing an opponent with sheer will. In the case of Trami reaching his peak power then the very earth tremble as his power crushes anything, friend or foe
that dares to approach him.

Skills: Irregular: Wielding the power of the Mind Trami can affect reality. Forcing gravity to bend for his will. This ability also grants Trami a small chance to access a persons general thought pattern, making him to seemingly always be a step ahead.
Cold and Manipulating: Trami always stay the same, rarely showing emotion. He is hardened in every way, Making things such as intimidation or Pity completely ineffective against him. Additionally, Thanks to his abilitiy, years of experience and general nature Trami is a general Mastermind. Calculating his every move to always be to his own benefit.
Riches: Being the President of the leading mining faction in the Commonwealth grants Trami a great amount of credits.


Weaknesses: Cocky: Trami always think he is one step ahead. He will never allow himself to appear weak and always act like he is in the lead.
Inexperienced: Despite Trami's general knowledge he usually tries to avoid fighting himself, even with his powerful abilitiy most of his attacks appears clumsy.

So begins...

Trami San's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii
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Planet: Holy Terra - Throne Room

The remaining two of the Triarchy left the flagship at the same spaceport as before, accompanied by Alekassandra, Morganovicz, Carn and Trami. With them came a strage large case, hovering above the ground as two guards pushed it alongside the group towards the throne room. Within this case lay the great gift the Commonwealth has to offer to their future memberstate, something which will seal the negotiations of integration. The item itself was the cause of the massive smile that plastered the High Emperor's face, it was a smile of victory, a smile of completion, he had finally completed a project which was mere fiction to the past generation. It was the proof of the superior understanding of Biology the Shaki'lyu race held, carefully carried within this case.

"This will be a new mark on history, Daemos. My apologies for hiding such a great creation from your eyes for so long, but wait no longer. It was a long month, but totally worth the hard work and sweat me and my scientists slaved toward." The High Emperor spoke towards his Left King.

Alekassandra, on the other hand, was busy reinforcing Carn's confidence on his new outfit she had professionally designed for him. An act of introducing Shaki'lyu culture to this Imperium, using Carn as an example of such a possibility of true integration for the rest of the Imperium to percieve. A lot of praise was given to her efforts while her fiance, Morganovicz, was still fixated on his glare towards Carn, annoyed at Alek's interactions with the xeno.

"You look like a true captain now, Carn. Don't get all uptight." Her attitude toward the xeno had long changed since their small vacation on Terra, she easily treated him as a true captain instead of just another soldier to shout at. Of course, this still didn't stop her cold nature to be thrown at the space marine captain, her powers still giving the sense of fear in his mind even without the increased anger that was experienced at the majority of time.

"I trust you to keep these interactions completely confidential, Mr. San." Weilacca turned to the corporation leader who tagged along with the group. His powers were needed for the defense should any unsightly scenes take place, many thanks to Carn for explaining their actions against the Commonwealth.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii
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Carn remained silent as he walked through Holy Terra once again, however he was thankful for the robes since this ridiculous outfit actually hid his identity. He was not sure if Ren was safe but he was thankful for distracting the Sisters Of Battle. However suddenly sirens began to sound over Holy Terra. "Attention all citizens to the Immortal God Emperor! Abbadon The Despoiler has unleashed his 14th Dark Crusade. This one is the largest thus far. Pray to the Emperor in our time of ne---" The voice was suddenly silenced replaced with a voice filled with dark glee. "Hello brothers, and people of the corpse god. Today marks the end of the Imperium! We have already broken through your defense line and are already assaulting the few last remaining bastions of defense. This time...we will will this time. Now, I believe its time to say hello to the Emperor himself. AHAHAHAHAHAH!" Arnok The Supreme spoke as he walked away laughing.

Carn Immediately felt fear go up his spine. "We must get to the throne room now...That broadcast is spoken from inside the Imperial Palace! How is this possible! No one can get through Eternity Gate or warp into the Palace!" Suddenly gunfire errupted in the streets followed by the chaotic chanting of chaos. "Fools! Your Corpse god has weakened! He is near death and our gods now seek to finally end his existence! None can stop us now for your only hope cannot stop the forces of Chaos to walk on this planet! BLOOD! FOR THE BLOOD GODS! SKULLS! FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" A voice from a chaos space marine rung out as legions of chaos ran through the streets to be stopped by the Imperial Fist marines who were the guardians of Holy Terra, along with the Custodies.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii
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Trami didn't even get time to respond to the timely question he was asked. He focused deeply on this new arrival, Arnok. He could already feel the many minds around him twist in pain and death, yet it did not disturb him, He had made sure to do a certain amount of research on the imperium of man and thus understood what kind of enemy he was facing, The forces of chaos.

He took two long strides, positioning himself between Carn and Aleks. So these are the Warriors of Chaos I've read so much about? He looked up towards the Librarian. His voice was soothing, unnaturally calm. He then gently moved one of his hands trough his hair. It seems they have managed to infest this entire area. Fighting is going on all over the place... I suppose it would be most tactical if we were to stay in this group? I doubt we would be defeated by any of these warriors if we were all together. Or maybe... He quickly glanced over Alekassandra, Raising both his hands to tighten one of his gloves Should we assist those troops of your's Master Librarian? Trami's eyes was shining with power, he was apparently more than happy to do some fighting.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii
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The warning siren cut through Daemos' stupor, sending a shiver through his body. For about the last month he had just been coasting through life, preforming his duties with no interest, no passion. It had all been so tedious. Diplomacy with the "Firenaughts" or whatever they called themselves didn't even get a chance, instead he had to be here, with a secret his Emperor, his friend, didn't trust him with. Guarding a suitcase along with his Emperor's life, somehow felt hollow for once.

Yes he valued Weilacca's life above his own, yes he understood that whatever was in this case was a step forward for the entire Commonwealth. It was important, that he understood. He even accepted why diplomacy with a smaller race was pushed aside in it's favour. None of it though, none of it..Satisfied him. None of it boiled his blood and made him feel alive. All he had pined for in the last month was a good, old fashion, large scale conflict.

So that siren was like a blessing from Pantheon itself, it snapped his very essence awake and painted his face with the cruelest of smiles. It was like time had been slowed for him, and now it was moving at triple-speed. With a burst of speed he reflexively dashed in front of both Weilacca and his daughter, his body their shield. His massive hammer was drawn already and wreathed in flames, along with his eyes. The air around him crackled and hissed as ambient temperature around his body heightened to ignition point. That was his favorite tactic after all. Namely because of it's two fold usefulness. It would near blind any Shaki'lyu who looked directly at him, and it made him a visible beacon to Shaki'lyu and Xenos alike.

His hammer sang as he swung it back and forth with anticipation. His very blood turned to fire in his veins. This was living. "Permit me your Highness to take point. Though you and your daughter are beyond capable, I am Hetgenii. My body is the armor of our people. Not to mention.." He turned to face Weilacca, glee in his eyes for the first time in a month at least. "The Hetgenii live and die by fire, allow me the honour this day of carving my glory out either way." He spoke that part in tradition Shaki'lyu. His clan's words never rang truer than they did now on Holy Terra.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst
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A warp portal opened beyond the eternity gate within the throne room, millions of demons could be seen beyond the portal as five individuals calmly entered the realm. Chaos had hired powerful mercenaries for their assault on Holy Terra, mercenaries that held the knowledge of the Shaki'lyu race along with power beyond those seen before, a grand addition to the assault which could change the tide of war in any situation. Arnok the Supreme, a great lord accompanied by four of the mercenaries. A Shaki'lyu, Vladimir, dressed in pure black clothing and overcoat, a rag stretched across his blind eyes as the two Rostovii greatswords hung from his belt. He was a Rostovii, a subspecies that could be considered to be a completely different species of Shaki'lyu itself due to their differential biology, no heat was given off from the body, rendering him invisible to the Shaki'lyu eye, no photosynthesis took place which increased the need for food while the dual affinities of the Rostovii node made them much more powerful.
The other three were simply human, one seeming to be twelve years old, Charlotte, an immortal. She held trillions of nanobots within her body which enabled the regeneration of any wounds along with the access to any forms of weapon and ammunition, dressed in a simple shirt and skirt. An undead human, Connor, wielding two automatic pistols paired with the perfect aim of his enhanced eyes and the addition of the eye of Payemyndii itself. And a normal human, Abigail, wielding two nodes as she acted as a host for a recovering spear demon.

The five were met with a welcoming of weapons pointed to their heads as ten guards rushed to their position in the efforts to protect the Emperor of Man. "Don't worry, Arnok, we'll handle this for you." Vladimir spoke out, his voice filled with boredom and concern as he gestured to Charlotte, "Lord Payemyndii won't be happy to miss out on this action, I hope your leader will keep him occupied, Arnok. Charlotte, take them down."




"Daemos, turn that flashlight off!" The High Emperor ordered, "We don't want to make ourselves known. Everyone needs to stick together until we reach the Emperor of Man." A hand was placed on Daemos' burning body with the goal of calming him down, "I have missed fighting by your side, just hang on a little longer."

With that, Alekassandra and Morganovicz beside Daemos as means to protect the case, allowing the group to meet a formation in order to rush to the eternity gate to deliver their package. "It'd be nice if you set up some force field, Trami." Alekassandra stated, followed by a nod of agreement from Morganovicz who held his halberd in a defensive stance.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst
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The ten custodies arrived to where the invaders were, they were the only ones who were stopping them from reaching the Emperor. They were armed with their guardian spears and equipped with golden power armor. They aimed their spears at the enemy, saying a silent prayer to the Emperor. They could not afford to fail, or else the Emperor would die. "Foul xeno! You shall take no step past this point! Glory to the Emperor brothers! We shall not fail him this day!" One of the honor guards called out as they stood shoulder by shoulder. Arnok simply chuckled, it would be interesting to see what these mercenaries could do. One of them had demonic energy, so this should make for a nice show.

Inside the Throne room, one lone centurion stood in front of the Emperor. "Do not worry father, I sense that your new body is near. I will ensure that you survive this day...even if I have to die I will atone for my failure..." The centurion spoke, almost as if he knew him personally.



Carn almost growled under his breath, however they had to make it to the Emperor without being spotted. The faster they could move the faster they can make it to Eternity Gate. Using the Veil Of Time on all of them, they would suddenly move faster and their senses seemed to improve almost knowing what could happen one second ahead of time.




For Abbadon The Despoiler, he watched the battle going from his flagship. As he watched he turned to the Mercenary he had hired and began to question him. "Give me every last detail about your peoples equipment. What are their weapons capable of, Ship weaponry and armor, Tactics, anything we need in case their allies come." He spoke.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst
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Even if none of the answears was directly targeted towards Trami he understood what they would need to do: get to the throne room in as short time as possible, Daemos was already more than ready to "Divert" anyone daring to attack us. But now we needed finess. The moment Carn used his powers Trami was overflowed, His mind was working hard keeping up with the many minds surrounded Him, But now He could feel Carn's power, His mind was working at an incredible speed. He could feel every single presence, even those around the Throne room. His eyes darkened As he become one with the beings around him. Both The friendly and hostile

He took some gentle steps forward, Pushing his way straight past Daemos. Standing infront of the group he stretched both his arms out to each side. Before releasing an incredible burst of power, Creating Cracks in the concrete underneath him. The power blew straight trough everyone blowing anyone unsteady of their feet. he would make sure that not a single being here would not feel his presence. he started slowly walking towards the throne room. He could feel the Emperor's mind, along with the immense power it held. He would not allow that glorious Mind to be hurt, Reaching the first wall he simply walked straight trough it, His power Grinding the concrete into dust, he made sure that the presence he exuded would make his allies not attempt to get too close. No, he made sure His powers would Affect the minds of everyone, Filling them with primal fear, much like Alekassandra's power. No one would dare to attempt to intercept them, But the more powerful enemies, The ones attacking the Emperor would surely know he was coming, Yet That was not to his worries.

Since Carn's "Veil Of Time" Physically speed people up in their acts, Trami's Mind, Wich already was Fast Now worked at such an Speed no one could stand against him, Well, the affect would not last long, And Trami understood this, And thus made sure he would be as much Useful and Impressive as possible.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst
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The hand on his shoulder quelled the flames in an instant, even causing Daemos to wince a little. It must've hurt Weilacca to some degree to shove his hand into fire. The Left King's first instinct was to mentally berate himself, but this wasn't the time. Especially not since the human was doing something..Strange. The good kind of strange, too.

Everything went..Faster..No, slower. Everything was definitely moving slower, it was Daemos that was faster. Much, much faster. In fact as he whirled around he could swear Trami stepping forward was deja vu, same with Alek and Morg stepping up. That's when it keyed in, precognition. This was perfect, so perfect if only he didn't have to be tethered to this damnable case!

That's when it hit him.

"Heh...My dear Emperor Weilacca.." A wicked smile crept across his face as his entire body tensed. Hell, he could feel every individual cell tense. "What say we make a olde dash for it, hmm? I saw we get to this throne as quick as possible. Allow me to take the case, and let us run." Finally, something exciting.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Patraeko SW Payemyndii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst
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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.



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."




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.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Patraeko SW Payemyndii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst
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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.



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.




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."

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Patraeko SW Payemyndii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst
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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~

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Patraeko SW Payemyndii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst
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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.




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.




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.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Patraeko SW Payemyndii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst
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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.



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.



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.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Patraeko SW Payemyndii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst
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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

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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.

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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.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Ralen Nostari Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Patraeko SW Payemyndii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst
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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.




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.




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.




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...

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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.



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.




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.

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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.




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.

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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."

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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.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Ralen Nostari Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Patraeko SW Payemyndii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst Character Portrait: Urlaraz Character Portrait: Filthblood
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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.




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.




"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.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Rogal Dorn Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Ralen Nostari Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Patraeko SW Payemyndii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst Character Portrait: Urlaraz Character Portrait: Filthblood
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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.



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.




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!"

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Rogal Dorn Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Ralen Nostari Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Patraeko SW Payemyndii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst Character Portrait: Urlaraz Character Portrait: Filthblood
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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.

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Character Portrait: Carnaelgaar Cysius Character Portrait: The Emperor Of Mankind Character Portrait: Arnok The Supreme Character Portrait: Rogal Dorn Character Portrait: Alekassandra Vladaminsky Character Portrait: Ralen Nostari Character Portrait: Trami San Character Portrait: Morganovicz Skeel Character Portrait: Vladimir L Rostovii Character Portrait: Weilacca Vladaminsky III Character Portrait: Daemos Hetgenii Character Portrait: Patraeko SW Payemyndii Character Portrait: Charlotte Giornio Character Portrait: Connor Dembra Character Portrait: Abigail Draunhurst Character Portrait: Magnus The Red Character Portrait: Urlaraz Character Portrait: Filthblood
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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."