164 The Truth, Deep Warp
Roboute walked in the hollowed halls of the depths of the golden palace....
The news of Alexander disappearance was a mixed bag in the Imperium.
Many that lived in fear by the reaper known as Alexander celebrated in their hushed circles... While the majority of the Imperium mourned of a man that made their lives a better...
Roboute held the datapad that was given to him by a league officer, held the forces that was suddenly transfered to his command... Knowledge, Research data, plans, unit composition, weapons and material production and Hyperspace lanes... And the current happenings in Imperium Nihilus. And he breath a sigh of relief that now the other side of the rift, most of the implementations of these hyperdrives now become the norm and made the black legion and the Tyrannid fleets to a standstill... Only the Orks are a problem...
And many methods of travel without the warp...
Hyperdrives, slipspace, and Necron Inertialess Drives... He could reasoned why Alexander never did gave them to the Imperium... As he knew how well people abused the things that were given...
Especially the Navis Nobilites that would hinder his contributions to the Imperium as they felt threaten that their power is under attack... Implementing it in the Imperium now would be feasible...
Several forge worlds was tasked secretly to see if mass producing the human version of Ftl engines was able to to bypass the Great rift...
Roboute sighed as paperwork now beginning to piled up on his desk and the Imperium senate is been making moves to suppress Alexander faction since their leader have gone missing, and even his own people salivated to sliced up the League and it's immense wealth and technology... Which he kept them in bay as he knows the League of Ten Thousand is simply under his command at the moment no one else...
How many times he had to quell the malice of humans... And understood why Alexander never gave them the means to transport...
"Alexander... Why me? Why not Horus that stood by your side or Rogal Dorn?" He muttered as he made way to the depth of the Imperium Palace...
By Logic, he reasoned that Alexander understood his potential and his abilities and Reason was because he was the Regent of Terra... And Alexander felt there was no one capable to handle the massive power that held the league other than him. And the recordings of Alexander thoughts about the Primarchs... and his recording with the Emperor, fully uncensored by the Inquisition prying eyes... He sought to get it from the man that hidden in the depth of the golden palace...
He received a call from his father that gave him the opportunity to do so... And he heeded his call... It was the first time he actually met the Emperor that is fully reformed... As he was tasked to defend in this dire times for humanity... The Emperor of Mankind took to the shadows to observe His abilities as His physical body remained in the Golden Throne...
He created another form to delegate his actual thoughts to his sons...
Their first meeting was a uneventful... A unconditional order to protect humanity...
He have questions but none of the answers..
As he carried on his mission...
He arrived at the location...
It was the hidden place where where the Primarchs was supposed to retired after the Grand Crusade ended... 21 houses all surrounded a Lake with a Mini Sun that illuminated in the dome in the sky...
There he met the Emperor fishing in the lake with Horus by his side... Along his brothers... Both Loyalist and Traitors alike... Waiting for his entrance... And the Emperor he see before him is now different... Not the Warrior that waged war in the cosmos to unite humanity, the statesman that held the Imperium together by politics, or the God Emperor of Mankind that humanity revere... Just a Regular man that is spending time with his sons. A image that would have been in the past...
As he approached the figure...
"Son...it would seemed that you actually heeded my call..." His back was facing Roboute... As he held the fishing rod in the glistening lake...
"I came and heeded your call because I need to know and you have the answers... especially about Alexander..."
"I suppose that would make sense... Roboute... Time to give you and your brothers the answers that you wanted...Come my sons..." He stood up and beckon his sons to follow him...
They followed the man to the 21st house...
In the entrance... It was as if the reality was warped and make the house bigger than it should be...
A simple decors of a wooden bed and a chairs made for a baseline human facing a game of Regicide that was left unfinished...
They entered a underground passageway that would have lead them to the center of the earth... But physics and reality is unbound here...
Countless statue of the emperor's that sat on the golden throne carved into the Earth as if there was no end, each bearing the ghastly image before his healing... A solemn reminder of what had transpired...
They faced a enormous door that allowed Magnus at his true height to enter....
The emperor spoke before his sons before him...
"Now sons... If you want to proceed to go further and wished to know the truth of my relationship with Alexander Hyde.. I will ask you one thing..."
"Do you trust me as a father once more? Once you enter the door... Do you still see me as a father? If not, you can return once you came..." Was the words he said...with his eyes more serious than they met at the lake.
Many of them stole glances at each other... There was disputes and misgivings between one another... But knowing the Emperor given them a choice... They stayed...
They wished to know why he consider Alexander in high regard... And why the situation is the way it is now?
He nodded of their resolved and opened the door...
In it revealed room that housed a Orb that is like size of a small meteorite... And a Console that control it... With a Picture of of the Age of Strife showing a Image of Macaldor the Sigilite, Alexander smiling as the Emperor stood between them... With the background of Thunder warriors swept past the country of Frank... Former nation of French...
"Not bound by blood, but by bonds, For the Shining Future you envisioned old friend" was etched on the corner... Revelation looked at the picture with a heavy heart... As he ventured to his duty...
The Emperor took to the console and spoke...
"What do you want to know first? The High Lord actual Origins or why This Imperium is the way it is today?" He booted up the console... Revealing archaic language that even Magnus is unaware of...
"I wished to know about why you kept Alexander so long? And what is his connection to all of us?" Roboute spoke first out of his brothers...
"I see... Then you should know the history...or what you make of it..." Revelation pressed on a button...
And it revealed the truth...
On the Orb it revealed many things... Realities
Where everyone is a Traitor... Yet everyone is not...
The possibilities were endless...
The Dornian Heresy... Lionel, Leman, Roboutian, Ferrusian, all this was much to take in... Ferrus was unaffected as he was aware of Alexander nature and he was revived from another universe...
Roboute was terrified that in one reality his Codex Astartes was Revere like some unholy abominations to worship similar Lorgar Leticio divinatus... And his Ultramar became a unholy grounds of chaos to unite... That version he met during the Horus Heresy was not a mere illusion...
And Seeing his version defaced his mother statue and used chaos to raised his foster mother from the dead... Unnerved him...
But Perturabo smiled a bit as one of the Alternate timeline he was the Praetorian of Terra and his methods bled the traitors dry making his boast that was real... And Iron Caged was his legacy...
But Vulkan was unnerved of the fact he became the Black dragon of destruction and destroy what he sought to defend... And his sons are similar to the effects of the Blood rage created by the pissed Angron as they became dragonic in nature...
"Now my sons... Do you understand why I asked of you whether you wished to know the truth? My choosing of the Warmaster have condemned many to a ill fates... regardless who shoulders that title..."
"Tell me father... Are this images you shown us...real?"
"Yes...each of them is real... All because we made a certain choice in our lives...just like I have..." He sighed as he moved past the Alternate Heresies...
Another video was shown of the better part of the versions...
One the Emperor received the knowledge from his Alternats self and vowed to liberate as many of his versions from Chaos... (Imperium Ascendant)
One where they viewed other reality of themselves in a Tv and enjoyed spending time together... (Emperor and Primarch Reacts TTS)
One that the Primarch have actual sons and daughters... (Messages for Dad)
One of the scene Roboute saw... Was his foster mother still alive... Giving him words that he never received....
"Roboute... Don't be a good man...be a better man, Konnor trusted in you, so shall I trust my faith to you my child..." Her aged hands touched his face... Her smiled brighten the Primarch...
"I will mother..." He whispered as the scene pass by...
"When I heard about it, my alternative timelines... I looked at Alexander as a fool... But him showing what I did on Mount Ararat of the Thunder warriors that made me paused...of the True history...of Alexander didn't existed...and shedding his souls to be your protectors have changed those of you that had a brother..." He pointed a video of the thunder warriors was exterminated to the last by the Adeptus Custodes as he believed they were the byproduct of a Bygone era, to be the blood to be soaked on the foundation of the Imperium, where they should be in stationed in the League of Ten Thousand... Which made the Primarchs questioned if they should trust him.
Until they saw a different version of how they first met the Emperor... How he acted differently compared to the one they see before him...
Angron took the Hardest as he saw his version was teleported forcibly to the Bucephalus while leaving his brother and sister to die on that battle...
And Konrad Curze saw how he would have become... The monster he feared in his heart that was the night haunter that terrorize planets into submission... No one to guide him... No one to comfort his loneliness in Nostromo... And his legion is filled with murderer and criminals... All from the dregs of nostromo...
Magnus pained to see how his brothers betrayed him in Nikea and how they wanted to forcibly sent the Psykers in their legion to be silenced instead of being managed... And the Fall of Prospero is much more bleaker since Alexander didn't warn the Thousand sons of Leman Russ arrival and didn't evacuate the citizen in time... He closed his eyes as he could not ignore the screams of the people that his brother sought to save from his selfishness...
Perturabo turned silent... Of seeing that brother that accompanied him in his journey didn't existed and he was alone on that cliff staring at the eye of Terror... And he was alone in the court the Tyrant of Damocles... Just paraded around like some rare beast... And treated as a fool to pushed around and given convicts to replenish his legions...
"Now my sons... Did you noticed someone missing from the picture?"
"Alexander didn't existed in those scenarios?"
"Correct... He didn't exist, all of us... Wouldn't be standing here at all... There is no Treaty of Eden with the Eldars... No Non-aggression pact with the Necrons... No League of Ten Thousand to aid the Imperium at its lowest...no one to bring my sons back from the warp and returned a part of me that I thought I abandoned so long ago..." The Emperor show another reality... One that is closest to their own...
Roboute eyes widen as he saw a more tired version of himself staring at a paperwork that almost touched the ceiling...
"This is the reality that is identical to our own... The main reality, Only difference... Alexander didn't existed..."
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"Tired... So tired..." A Primarch sighed as he faced the paperwork alone that towered before him...
Roboute... The Avenging Son of Ultramar... The last son of the God Emperor of Mankind...
His brothers is dead, missing or betrayed... He stood alone in a Imperium that he never dreamt of, surrounded by enemies to numerous to count, both from within and outside the Imperium, with technology and thirst of science diminished and the Imperium truth is embraced by a madness of the religion of worshipping his creator... He stood alone facing his father on the throne... No...not a father... But a thing that demanded unconditional loyalty to save what was left of his dream...
He wept silently inside that all they accomplished is just a rotting carcass of a Empire...
Encased in a armor that is unsure that he would be freed from...
He forced to choose the hardest of choices... Sending Soldiers that he do not know, only by their statistics report of destroyed regiments on planets in a hopeless batte. Exterminatus to scorch earth on planets in the Tyrannids path...
Balancing the political aspects of the Nobility and the Mechanicus...
His hands now covered in blood more than anyone else know about his records...
How long since he was able to sleep properly?
How long since he was able to think the more logical aspects to save more people than he should?
How long till he is swallowed by the madness that is the Imperium?
His mind slowly weakened... No one equal to listen to his council... No brothers to rely on... No father to ask for advice...
He retreated to his quarters, away from the prying eyes... There he met a Marble statue of his mother... Carved perfectly to her likeness, a sole reminder of a family that treated him like a human... He often wondered if he should have let Horus burned the Galaxy...
He grabbed a wine that he fully knew his body will detoxify long before he gets drunk... How he drank like a seasoned sailor on ship in a stormy day...
How he wished to be like the humans... Get drunk and wished this nightmare he lives every single moment is just a dream...
The Embers that dwell in his heart is slowly smothered... And darkness slowly crept into his eyes... His bravado to the people to keep the morale of the people around him is waning...
Father.... Mother...anyone...Save me...
He found himself in a dream... Where he was back in the Great crusade... Where his brothers stood by as they make their path to conquer the stars for humanity... And there stood his creator... Waited for him to join them...
Where he was living a life of his own... A farm waiting for him after the great crusade...
He woke up and found himself staring at a series of feathers that only a brother that he trusted the most, never to be revived lain on his lap... He picked it up and saw writing on the feathers ...
"Don't lose hope brother... And help is coming?" He mused... As he thought of this as a illusion of his weariness...
Until he opened his eyes realizing that the feathers belonged to Sanguinius...
He wept... Knowing that somewhere beyond the veil... In this galaxy of darkness and insanity... There is hope...
The Avenging Son kindled his fire to salvage as much as he could from the Imperium...
"Thank you brother..."
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Sanguinius stared at his brother that is shown on the Orb... How weary that version of Roboute must be... To shoulder the carcass the Imperium...
He could send a Item through the orb... And it would not affect that version much... But sending words that bring solace to Roboute is all he could do for the moment...
As Father said that Alexander is the key to enter that realm...
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"Now that we see the consequences of what happens if Alexander was not part of the family saving what I thought was irredeemable... I will tell you why he is a Family...One that make you think of me less than a father..." The Emperor shown a Reality...
A Version of himself working on a project in a lab in Terra...
On the table nearby is a profile note with a description of "Mass Production Primarchs" etched in bold letters...
"Wait... What do you mean by this-" Roboute asked until the Lab exploded...
Revealing the Culprit that erupted the lab in a Psychic storm that the sister of silence were unable to dampen the Psyker... Armed Custodes rushed in and dealt the threat...
"One reality of my version sought to create a Army of Mass produced Primarchs in a version where the Astartes legion was not created as he believed he should not touched the relic of a person that hated my vision... Somewhat cheap, somewhat reliable than the thunder warriors but easier to dispatch by my custodes and relatable by the baseline population... But he created the terror that will doom countless version of myself..." Revelation face was grim...
The creation roared across the cosmos as it swore to destroy every iteration of the Emperor as Valdor killed the Creation with a swift blow... Only for it to managed to escape the fatal blow and fled the imperial palace...
"He is the first mistake... The first foundation of the Round table... Or they called it Numbers these days? Their only purpose is to destroy me..." He moved on the next scene... Showing the version of him that the creation that escaped is killed... Only to be revived by Chaos...
Many of the iteration of the Emperor was slain and the golden palace was razed to the ground all in different methods such as dropping meteoroids on Terra to outright collapsing the sun to engulf the planet... More of the citizens of the reality he attacked, flocked to him out of safety or opportunity... They outnumbered the stars... And the fleet innumerable...
"The first Prototype that he created was given a soul from another galaxy have created a ripple in reality... And in doing so his research lived on..." The Emperor pinpoint a Harlequin that managed to gather much of the research notes from the ruined imperial palace and gave them to Cegorach to scatter the information across the multiverse...
"Upon receiving the notes, many version of me tried to experiment... Some used the Prototype Zero as the base..." He revealed there was another brother that dwell beneath the depth of the imperial palace...
"It constantly failed... As your brother did not understand human morality as he believed all human is evil that dwelled in the soul, he needed to be chained by human ego... And Countless experiment was ennacted..." He show countless of people... From a Lowly Manufactorum workers to a Astartes... All led to a violent death...
Experiment after experiment... All were a failure...
Until one had a idea...
Why not dragged someone from the outside? Someone soul beyond the veil of this galaxy?
Another set of experimentation was ennacted...
Many of them have their sense of morality and common sense was not part with the aesthetic of this galaxy... As if somehow, they knew that this galaxy is a place they would never enter..."
But some dared to called the status quo without power... And died misery and executed as Heretic and traitors...
A vid was shown how some tried to changed the Imperium was burn at a stake by the fanatical Echlesiarchy in a shrine world for denouncing the Emperor never wanted to become a god...
Others was turned to servitors by the Mechanicus for creating and innovating...
Last of them ended up as penal regiments to die for their beliefs...
For over several eons of experiment... We succeeded creating the first successful production...
"A soul of a being that's been dead and now revived and worked as a soldier is the possible substitute..."
"So you are saying he is one of your creations?"
"The body yes as it contains the fragments of your very first brother Project Zero from another place, but the soul no... I understand my own craftsmanship...his body was transfered over here from another reality long before it got destroyed...but during the journey the body almost become a husk as the soul lay dying on its transit to this universe...I took actions to meddle with his descent ..." The emperor show during the time he was in the golden throne...
A Universe where there was only civilization and technology prosper... No Astartes, no madness of the Echlesiarchy... Only a militarized society where citizenship is through federal services...
And the only thing they fought was against a quadruple legged insectoids across the Galaxy..
"This is where the soul came from... Ferrus.. you could give a explanation as you been revived there ?" Ferrus nodded and recounted his experience there...
How he was revive in a galaxy that was untainted by the chaos gods... And humanity has to fight against arachnids and Alexander Alter Ego of Director of M.A.Rs. and the enemies that wished to destroy them...
"Seem like brother had a hand defending humanity over there..."
And a Image was shown how
Revelation deliberately ended Alexander body in this universe was sent to a Forge world... Into the Sleeping Weapon that lacked a soul... And his journey as a Guardsmen and only ended up transferring back only to ended up in the past thanks to Tzeentch plot...
Roboute realize how absurd the report that a ten year old managed to kill a Warboss is not out of the picture... As he was a Proto mass-produced Primarch...
He show a man that is similar to the High lord...
"He is Alexander Solair... The soul that inhabit the Body was from another galaxy...was what Ferrus Manus have spoken is the truth... We are waging a war more than Chaos itself... But the survival of this universe..."
"Then what is that being is in that planet?" Roboute wanted to know answers of the creature that replace Alexander on the planet T'au...
.. many of his brother have trouble of digesting that the Emperor kept this secret for so long... Only for it to revealed now?
The Emperor took a heave and waited...
"Sadly... He is one of the mass-produced Primarchs...part of the Round table..." He spoke in sadness...
"They trapped Alexander into the deep warp as they know his powers... And I asked of you... Not as a Creator... But as a father... Save him..." The Emperor make a request that is heartfelt... Not a manipulation nor a unconditional demand.... But a choice for them to choose...
Jaghatai Khan left... Leaving only 18 remain...
"Now then how do we reach that planet? Our forces is stretch thin... And we have no available resources to destroy him...13th Black Crusade, Ork Waagh and Tyranids have now entered the sector and waged an all out war..."
"Roboute... When Noah ark was initiated and Alexander gave his authority to you... Did you found something ?"
"No I-" Roboute remembered...
Deep within the depths of the Alexander Capital Planet...
There was at least twenty astartes legions that was kept in stasis, each bore the Primarchs geneseed untainted by time, their culture and legacy was instilled upon them... Each was equipped by the League technologies of their specifications... All ready to be reactivated...
"Seems like you know about it?" Revelation smiled...
"He made Legions of Astartes waiting for the Primarchs to lead..."
"Then inform your men and time to get rid of this farce once and for all..."
There a plan was enacted...
Horus, Magnus was sent to the deep warp via Malal Gate as Horus was close with Alexander and Magnus have the knowledge to traverse the warp safety, and in the very same gate that the Emperor stole the Concept of Possibilities from the Deep web... The very thing that the Chaos gods sought... And was denied by his meddling...
While the remaining of the Primarchs ventured forth to deal their father mistakes...
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Legions of Astartes stood silent on the plaza... All their flag and heraldry laid bare to the wind... The Primarchs landed on the platform and watched their legions with amazement as if they went back in time... With the Emperor leading the way with his entourage of Sister of Silence and Adeptus Custodes...
Many of the Space marines looked at the strangers before them and some of them sense a sort of familiarity with the beings before them...
Most of them wonder, why were they been activated?
"Warriors, Champion of a Bygone Era, My Sons have awaken you once more... Do you heed the call of Humanity and it's darkest hours?" The golden being spoke...
Many of the Astartes looked around in confusion...
But the bonds that the Primarchs that linked them is not a lie...
Many waited as the Emperor breathed his words...
"Right now this galaxy is at stake! The worlds that you were born in, would be consumed by war, And you were chosen to take the mantle as Space Marines for that very same reason! To be the bulwark against the Horrors that inflicted Humanity!"
"I asked of you Astartes... Would you lend me and my son's aid to defend humanity once more?"
One Astartes gave the ancient salute known to them as others followed up by the same salute of loyalty...
"FOR HUMANITY! FOR TERRA! FOR THE EMPEROR!" They shouted that the world itself quake under their vows...
The Legions have been assembled and the very essence of its meaning now come to light...
In this darkness... The Legions of Light now assemble to clashed against the forces of the dark...
Fleets of ships now ventured into the void...
And incoming reports of the Legions of old now returned to the imperium have bolster the morale of the people... And the chapters that some managed to see the vast fleet, that diverged from the original legions genestocks...
Their dreadnoughts and ancient lore spoke of the myth of the past... Now realized to free the horrors of the past, the legends and myths of their heritage now appeared in the present... Ready to aid the imperium for the last time...
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Alexander was hurled in the deep warp...
A more gruesome place where gods slept a eternal slumber or their legacy remained there... Where the chaos gods feared to thread...
Gods of Deceased Xenos civilization now flooded into the place... Some sizes that eclipse a solar system fighting each other to gain divinity... While primordial gods flooded this realm without shape or substance cackle in the distance... Only in the eyes of the viewer... This is true hell of the Warp...
Time held no meaning in this realm... And thank to Alexander being immortal, he was immune against the aging of time.. he have his Faithblazer in his hands... His sole weapon to defend himself...
He somehow felt he lost something... As he was ripped away and tossed into this place...
He realized this was different as he was unable to activate the system for so long...
Making him essentially defenseless... And walking in blind...
He found a Floating Island that held a infrastructure with humanlike aesthetics... With faded Aquila symbol...
With nowhere else to go and his system unresponsive... What is worse that his inventory is unable to activate...
"Emperor...better trust your instincts old boy..." He grinned as he landed Infront of the aged gate...
There was a scanner in the door that came to life and scanned his body...
[Authenticating.... Welcome back Experiment 626]
'626? I recalled I was the only one in this version of the Warhammer universe... What happened to the rest of the 625?' he wonder as the doors began to activate... And allowed him to enter inside...
The lights on the ceiling began to flicker to life and the dust began to flee from the exit... Something was different...
Inside is a corridor that had no end... As if it was a one way street... On the side is a series of doors with a laboratory windows to see the experiment within...
The doors was aged from untold millennias... And the equipment didn't aged a day...
But the series of blood stains and bolter shells scattered the place show signs there been a struggle...
Unnerving...
"Better here than being devoured by some Xenos gods..." Alexander muttered...
But he sense that he was not alone in this facility, something or someone is observing him from the depth of this place... It was not Chaos as there's been so many antiwarp talismans and runes scattered across the place... Somehow not torn or worn down in time...
He found a language on one of the panels of the flooring design of this place that he thought was dead in this universe... Surrounded it was a series of scattered paper...
"English? How?" He recalled the ancient but yet memorable language... And scanned it...
[Current location: Main Lobby ]
[Research and Development 2 FL]
[Mess hall/Armoury 3 FL]
[Medical wing/ Guard room 4 FL]
[Director office 5 FL]
[Loading bays B1]
[Morgue B2]
[Generator room B3]
[*Visibly scratched out* B4]
"Something is wrong if the mess hall and the armoury is at the same floor... But why is it higher than the research and development? What's this?" Alexander picked up a paper that been scattered across the floor and it read...
(LeAvE we played god... We paid the price)
A figure dashed across in the corner of my eye
Huh? Something is wrong... I know this is Imperium made... Considering the aquila motifs..
But I need to know answers...
What am I?
Why is this place know me?
All I passed by is ancient conflict... Almost I don't see any bodies of the defenders... And most of the fighting is aimed at the inner depths instead of outside towards the entrance... Where the demons and gods loiter about...
I found a couple of bolters that is somewhat futuristic... Almost as if they were meant for human hands... And a broken custodes spear... Aye the Emperor would be displeased of the loss of his creation... If it was custodes sized... Most of the items here... Is practically humans sized... And the doorways is for baseline humans not Astartes made... What is going on?
Something is calling me to enter the director office... But I refused... As I better armed myself in the armoury... The elevators was destroyed... Only the fire wells and emergency exits is still viable...
I opened the door... Below me is as if I am staring at the void... The light from my sword did not pierced the darkness... Like I done in Nurgle realm... And most of the doors were hastily bolted down... As if they were trying to prevent something from escaping... Or from entering...
I reached the armoury... Found some of the things needed... A medkit... Couple of flares and a experimental plasma cannon... I noticed the markings of the Mechanicus symbol on the handle... As if it was in the opposite... Instead of a skull with gears, it is a human face mixed with wires...
There was a futuristic door in the mess hall... That is locked... I exited with some weapons to defend against long range...
Huh? Why does the black stuff rise? It was just 50 meters higher than I first met? Better get to the director office...
The hallways is the same... scattered papers and signs of violence... I doubt that I was not the first to be here as there was signs of looting...
I reached what called me here...
A office room with a mahogany door with a placard showing the occupant designation...
[Director Macaldor of *rest of the readings illegible*]
Of course it's my old friend... Since when did he become a director?
What was inside was a computer... That glows green with life and a password...
Let's see here Macaldor favorite blood bowl team? His favorite niece.... Project Imperium Dawn... I unconsciously entered the password that was unaware of... And it worked...
"Project Infinity?"
What was in the contents made me question about life...
What I see Is a human size emperor with Macaldor conducting research of mass production of Primarchs... Experimental data of creating them...
This body of mine... Is not my own...
Many videos was sent... My creation...
If the Primarchs was made between Emperor and Erda... A union of two powerful Psykers...
Mine was a culmination of experiment of mixing genes with dead goddesses essences and the first Primarch prototype... And many came before me even had demon, monsters mixed with their genetics, mine was a more stable infusion of the from a egg of a dead goddess and the Emperor... Tied by the First prototype Primarch essence from decaying, Implanted to a human woman...
"Like some fuckin Jesus Christ birth?" I grew dismayed of what I chosen...
Yes, I wanted to have as a Warhammer human... That could lived for 800 years... But how did it came to this.... What I needed to know came in a opportune time...
[System rebooting.... Complete...Subverse...complete...Restoring time freeze protocols... inventory restored...Hello world.]
"Partner... What am I?"
[Sorry, the being that is called partner is not me... The predecessor called partner sends regards do appreciate that last moments that spend with you is appreciated...] A metallic voice rang out...
"What happened?"
[Since you're trapped in the deep warp beyond unexpected means... The council have decreed that the experiment failed, that is your performance have deemed unacceptable and the system scrapped, starting a self-destruction protocol to prevent the numbers to lead to their location, my predecessor was on a limited time... Predecessor sent all you possessed and the perks you have...]
"But not partner?"
[Sadly yes... Predecessor core was linked to the self-destructive protocols... And it made time moved on other places you visited while the destruction was activated...but since I reactivate the time freeze and revert some of the time lost you can rest assured...]
A brief silence... We never get along especially with the paperwork... Thousands of years... Now I felt alone now... And my gals in cyberpunk... I better take a visit to them soon... How many years pass by since I left?
"All right... I shall called you Theseus... And what can you do?"
[I am a incomplete version of what my predecessor made, Originally was the next update after you left Warhammer universe... That supposedly You can now recruit three more factions... But since then it was a emergency...]
"Alright... Tell me about this place..."
[Scanning.... Fragment of Warhammer Universe Alpha-618-927... ]
"So the Emperor where I am tasked in have no implications with this place?"
[Certainly, as he have more issues against chaos ... This fragment came from a reality where Astartes didn't existed... Only humans.]
"I am a mass produced Primarch?"
[Due to limited information I could obtained... Yes, you are meant to be a mass-produced Primarch for that realm, one of expected thousand to command that version of the emperor vast legions of soldiers... Why else do you think the body that you obtained is abled to handle your perks? Regular human would have been dead a million times...]
"What is the goddess used in my creation?"
[Classified information...]
"Can I summoned a command center?" I hopefully asked hoping that the innumerable imperial guards would flood this place...
[No... This is in the deep warp... You can't recruit soldiers as they are not able to handle the warp energies only the droid in your Subverse could handle it as they don't have a conscious or ego...] the answer was a sobering one...
I need to get out of this place... Since my inventory is return... Better rob this place clean...
As I rob *cough* borrow my old friend Macaldor office clean... I saw picture of him and a much more younger Revelation that wore lab coat smiling...
I took that with me...
As I headed towards the fire exit, the blot of darkness now is in the other side... And I could have sworn I saw a skull smirking in that place ..
[Warning! That is pure unadulterated chaos beyond the door!]
"Any exit?"
[Try the elevator dumbass!]
I shot through the elevator and ended up in the medical wing... Seem like the elevator only go down by a single floor instead all the way down...
*Cough*
I found myself in a medical ward that is littered with corpses... Now reanimated with that blot of darkness, grinning at me with their exhumed corpses in the flickering light... That was seen outside the fire well. Bashing their way inside..
"Shite, I am going to kick ya arse! Purge in holy Fire!" I scream as I summoned droids to began a purification protocols... Robots with heavy flamers sanctified by the Echlesiarchy... Now burned the the medical ward... Bodies burned and chaos fled from the holy flames.
I stood before the flames... I recognize that some of them bore a number before me... My predecessors...
"13,232,514...rest in peace..." I felt pained as I looked at them as they crumbled to ashes...
A unholy scream was heard above me... And it was pissed... I could tell I have to better find another place to flee...
More Droids were summoned with Heavy flamers and Volkite weaponry.
"Defend this place with your lives!" I order as a flood of sludge like chaos began flooding down from the exited I made from the elevator...
I rushed into the depths of the medical ward... Many of my brethren uncompleted and unfinished... Still in sterile vats... I found one intact and needed activation and untouched by the chaos, I took the vat with me...
Another elevator was at the end of the ward...
And the fire fight behind me is slowly dwindling down... Better pull another drill!
*Boom*
I ended up in the armoury... Might as well robbed this place clean...
Another division of Droids was tasked to defend my bombastic entrance... And where I entered in the fire exits...
The flood of chaos flooded both sides... And I almost felt a bit of despair... I was forced into the mess hall... And the flood seemed to be endless...
The door that I was unable to enter opened earlier beckon me to head inside... Better there than here...
As I left, I turned around and sensed that the entity's in that sludge is screaming that they didn't got their prey...
It formed fist and crushed my droids into pieces...
And it retracted to the holes as if it tried to find another way in where I entered...
I entered the hallways that is littered with light... Cold... dogmatic...
I found that I ended up in research and development floor...
"Just a floor beneath me, then I better flee... From this place..."
Many of the inventions was unfinished... And development plans is still on the drawing phase...
I passed by and found the very thing I wanted in my arsenal...
[Bolo Mk XXIII development plans] (boloverse)
"How did he got that?"
[Trading with the multiverse?] Theseus joked...
As I ro- borrowed this place clean... I could hear my pursuer is in the ventilation system...
"It is such a persistent bastard..."
I left a present for them...
A trap made of a Cyclone Torpedo with a timer strapped with Catachan Barking toads that I have kept in storage and been infused by the emperor essence... And it definitely going to kill me... But I am willing to kill the bastard... With a big boom.
I managed to flee the exit... And there was a great explosion occured that tore the place apart...
Holy Catachan frogs with a exterminatus grade weaponry? If chaos doesn't die... Might as well make it die...
I heard the sound of veniers heading towards my direction... I looked in the direction where it coming from and I found Foxeye heading towards me... I smiled of seeing a old friend... It grasped me and allowed me into the cockpit....
Now I definitely have to destroy the source...
From the ruin the tangible Chaos essence now flooded out of the facility... Growing into a massive sludge... Melding into the neverending darkness...
On the first volley of Necron Tachyon Arrows the size of oil truck plowed into the chaos sludge...
It exploded into a miasma of colors as it obliterated the first wave that attempted to flee the facility...
Knowing that the chaos sludge is materialized to be destroyed... Kept firing that the replicator is unable to keep up with the demand of the firing rate...
Most of the facility is evaporated... Leaving the level that was scratch out...
And the last level revealed the source of the chaos sludge a skeleton in a tattered lab coat with the tag...
[Director Macaldor of the Department of Defense against the Supernatural]
I grasp the control tightly unable to shoot... Knowing that it was my connection with Macaldor... the sludge knew this and mocked me by using his skeletal remains to stand up and walked towards me...
Balancing the two... If I leave it here... This place would be under chaos influence and humanity would faced a chaos controlled gods swarming into reality... If I shoot him... I made my decision
*Click*
A light engulfed the skeleton erasing it from existence...
"Goodbye old friend" I stared into the burning light as the island was gone... Only the memories of its existence remained.
The noise and light have attracted the primordial gods and their ilk towards my location... countless and I am alone in the mech... No support...
"Foxeye, ready to kill some gods once more?" I spoke and the control thrummed with anticipation...
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Magnus and Horus entered the Deep warp through malal gate and the Thousand Sons follow their Primarch into the deep warp as they heard about the high lord contribution of saving their culture and their people... And the journey was silent... Horus was not given his legion as he still under prohibition, while Ahriman looked at Horus with mixed feelings about the matter ..
He and Magnus know it was Horus that gave a killing order to Prospero... And Horus stood alone in a legion that hated him...
And silent was the only way...
They reached the boundaries they heard roars and scream...and explosive flashes of light in the neverending darkness.
Magnus and Horus looked at each other for a moment...
("Definitely Alexander doing") As they spoke as one as they know how he make a entrance... And all they have to do is follow the sound and they will picked him up...
As they head towards the sound and explosion... They found several victims of Alexander rampant rampage, gods had their head severed, beings of untold existence was shot to pieces...
The scholars of the thousand sons lamented of losing such a good subjects... But they were interested in how did Alexander managed to dispatch them...
Many took samples of the dead gods... As their curiosity was boundless... As this realm is deeper than any of them ever reached and many did conducted survey of the realm they stood upon...
Under Magnus supervision as he doesn't want to lose his sons again...
More and more dead gods and demons was scattered the more closer the sound of fighting occured...
"It would seem that the high lord is not a joke..." Magnus mused as he strolled into the sea of carcasses...
"So father is telling the truth..." Horus muttered as some of the gods and demons was executed in such a gory fashion...
They reached the location of the fight...
And found that there is a badly damaged mech Alexander controlled is fighting a four armed figure...
After a series of blows, a arm was severed... Making the being angry...
"That's what you get for dragging me to this place! You are not cornering me! You are prey!" A voice emanated from the machine... As it plunged into the heart of the demon...
The demon fled into the darkness...
"Alexander you doing alright?" Magnus called...
The machine stared at the group in front of him
"Yes, Magnus did Revelation sent you two for me?"
"Yes... We have come to bring you home brother."
"I see... Let's us hurry... Time is running out."
The thousand sons and Magnus have started a teleportation spell and they haven't experimented it... And now the Psyker thrumming of the legion have attracted monster that is not appeared earlier and now flooded into their direction...
The former Rubric Marines hold their ground blasting their Psyker imbued bolter rounds into the denizens of this place with Horus taking command over them and the librarians and Magnus slowly muttered their spell...
As the spell was in near completion... The demon returned and attempted to grab Horus and trap him there...
"No! I will not lose you a second time!" Alexander screamed as he fired another tachyon arrow into the being... Forcing it to retreat another time...
The rescue force successfully escorted their objective out of the deep warp....
There was a hooded figure in the warp observed them in a distance and disappeared into the void...
"Subject escape sir..."
"Did we have the combat data?"
"Unfortunately... He seemed to be affecting the scanner and visual sir..."
"You are to retreat and await further orders, we must not let the denizens know out presence..."
"For the Round Table"
"For the Round table, Ascension is at hand..."
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Hello it's been a while... Since the last transmission...
Managed to recover barely and I ended up in the farm... How many more plants to dig and forest firefighting...
What was a kick to the novel is the direction where the 11th edition codex and the future where Warhammer is heading which I try to follow by the guidelines... While I was writing... I receive some news from GW is kinda gut wrenching...
So I prolly will inform my readers that I not crazy to make space marine females or Adeptus Custodes females as I follow the old lore despite their flaws. As I try to respect some lores, And I will follow a Dawn of War Units if I had to since they have the visuals.
Alexander body is full of mysteries and Emperor show a bit of truth to his sons about Alexander creation... I wrote that Warhammer got a multiverse of its own... As each decision they made have created a alternative reality, another path. But the Emperor was well aware as the golden Throne is also a conduit to the local multiverse.
So if you think is not canon, it is prolly a branch on what ifs the Emperor is a good father and have someone to rein him in... Each time Alexander travelled across the multiverse his body in Warhammer and his real body will merged... So a Pseudo mass-produced Primarch? As his soul is bound by two bodies?
It would be the last chapter to stay in this place in the next chapter... I hope it would be somewhat respectful for a lore ending to this place, a decent goodbye... Of a Franchise that my friend used to introduce me to.
Thank you Ollanius Pius for standing up against Horus.
Thank you Brothers in Arms... The Imperial Guard for holding the line for Ten Thousand years.
Thank you Astartes, whose vigilance kept humanity alive against the horrors against humanity.
Thank you Sisters of Battle whose faith kept us alive in this dark times...
Thank you, Custodes for doing a silent vigil over the emperor after all these years... Without complain or grudge...
Thank you, Heroes of the Imperium that carved their legacy into the Holy Soil of Terra.
Ave Imperator, Ave Imperium of Mankind
Humanity birthright is among the stars...
Thank you Emperor, for giving me a dream to carve a different path... For all of us...
So now there is a small poll if someone managed to read till the end...
I opened up three extra slot for the Warhammer to recruit from. To help Alexander across the multiverse. After he is freed from Warhammer.
Current faction:
Imperial Guard
Necrons
Eldars
A. Space Marines which some of my viewer is wanting about, Sister of Battle and *sigh* Tau without the ethereal caste as the ethereal is destroyed and commander Farsight is available.
B. Chaos,Tyrannids and Orks (for anarchy!)
C. T'au, Tyranids and Orks
D. Drukhari, Orks, Tyrannids
E. Space Marines, Sister of Battle and Drukhari (you sure you want bdsm into the faction?)
