On a world unremarkable, in a system still wild from the fall of the golden age.
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Lord Tarter Carf of house Carf was having what would be called, a bad day. The green hoard was menacing the fortress again, and this time, for some reason, instead of throwing rocks or some such from their primitive catapults, they we’re throwing dead animals, dirt, and occasionally themselves.
Te pests always came out of the forests every year, then ran amok throughout his barony. And as usual, he would sally forth in his knight to show them that chainsword beats rock. Thankfully, he had a few squires and his sons and daughters he had personally trained. All of his family were trained, able, and willing to use their knights for the kingdom.
After all, this forest was their honor and duty to guard from both human and non-human aggressors. And it was- BOOM!
”MY LORD, THE SAVAGES HAVE BROUGHT ONE OF THEIR WAR MACHINES!” An adviser screamed.
‘Ah, now is our time. Almost directly on schedule.’ He thought. He calmly began to make his way to the stables. ‘I swear it. My bad day will be theirs soon enough.’
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On a world of green and blue. In a system of silence.
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Worldsinger Kerkara was having a sub-optimal day. Her sight was blinded, and the weave of fate was in chaos and she had no idea why. And she knew the other tribes suffered the same problem.
When she looked into the weave of fate, all she saw, was beings that looked like them, but not, fire, the eldar and these creatures arm in arm, and a lot more. The one that scared, angered, and confused her was the ancient enemy standing with a hand outstretched. She did not know what this meant, but she was worried.
If the ancient enemy was awake, then that was a problem. But why was it’s hand out? What is coming to this galaxy?
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A ship in the void, above a blue orb around a yellow star.
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A man in armor of white and gold stood soon the bridge of his flagship. Across the view screen, a red world shone. On its surface we’re signs of habitation. But that was not what had his attention. Instead, he was focused outward and inward.
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Very confusing. But, as the warp was in chaos, he reminded himself of his goals. For his purpose.
’For humanity.’ He thought, solemnly. For his duty was not even truly begun.
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1.643976 years from the “Oh shit the warp is fucked” incident.
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Amonoket stared down apon his escort. 600 immortals, 10 ghost arks, 50 tomb blades, 50 spyders, 2 Doomsday arks, and at least 30 locust swarms. Truly, it brought a non-existent tear to his non-existent eye.
It took longer then he would have liked to ready the ships, soldiers, and other minutiae. But, he was happy. His plan could finally begin. And, with his sword at his hip and pistol on the opposite hip, he spoke. “Soldiers of the tomb world, we have a duty to preform. Our swords and scythes prepare for war. So I ask this of you. Are you prepared?”
As one, the 10 lychguard behind him and all the immortals chorused. “OUR LIVES FOR THE NECRON EMPIRE! OUR LIVES FOR OUR LORD! DEATH TO ALL WHO CROSS US!”
Amonoket thought that was a tad bit much, but who was he to complain. Soon, he got the signal that the three ships were fully prepared. He immediately ordered his escort aboard his personal ship. A Scythe Class Reaper. His two ship escorts? Two Cartouche Class cruisers.
‘Truly, anything but a battleship and her escorts will probably die in a short engagement. This will make my life all the better.’ He smiled as he boarded. Only 2 days later were they fully ready to depart. The assault craft were aboard along with the crews and soldiers. And now, he could begin.
”Voidmancer, do we have the psy-scanners aboard and operational?” He inquired. And, after a quick yes was given, he gave the order. “Scan for readings. We will go to each and every one if necessary. Though our main quarry is in this sector.” He stated, and showed where he was pointing. It was a truly massive section of space, and mostly unexplored as well. But, time was an ally and an enemy.
With another quick yes, he sat back and began to contemplate. He knew it was in that sector, but he didn’t know where. His search came down to it after over a year and a half while he wasn’t sparing with the lychguard. On another note, he at least was a far better sword fighter now. He even practiced with his sword and pistol combined, giving a headache to the lychguard sparring against him.
It would take many years to find the soon to be totally-not-a-god of humanity. But, he had the time, firepower, and inclination to do it. But, first, he was going to rest. Despite what others said (who they were he didn’t know), rest helped to sharpen the mind. And while he was far from exhausted, it would always be good to catch up.
As he left without a word, he gave a final order. “If there is a large spike in psykic energies close to the vessel, awaken me at once. Now, good day.” He stated, then walked off to his personal chambers. As he walked, enjoying that simple action, he thought to himself.
‘This will be simple. A quick go to find the leader and apex of a race, coming back, then going out to explore this galaxy in all its horrors and beauty. Simple enough.’ And with that thought, he arrived. As he sank into the sarcophagus, and his guards were posted at the door and patrolling the passage ways around his quarters, he smiled inwardly. ‘Simplistically itself.’
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In the cold black of the void, and the maddening colors of the warp, if one was listening, and had the ability to hear, one could almost hear malevolent laughter. From what? Only the gods knew. And they were all dead.