NationStates Jolt Archive

The Hydran Kingdom; one of the conquests of the Chronosian Imperium; precariously balanced between the homeworld of Ancient Chronosia and the territories of the Fedral Union; it has proved to be a haven for the warriors of the Imperium and the Tech Priests. They have scoured countless worlds in search of new technology; turning many of the Hydran worlds into ForgeWorlds and Fortress Worlds; creating a sector that lives and breathes Combat.

Hydran VI; Mostly Uncolonised...

The Chronosian patrol moved through the dry arid dustlands of the planet; their vision trained on the vast expanse of glimmering, glistening sand. Some shone amongst the dead world; something their scans had picked up from orbit; and which they now; steadily, cautiously approached.

"What is it?"
"We don't know..."
A squad of Space Marines and Tech Priests stood alongside the great and ancient craft; one kneeling, running a hand along it.
"It is inscribed with foul runes; they reek of death."
"Indeed but the technology is second to none...We believe these preliminary armaments are Warp Cannons"
"What else have you discerned?"
"We believe it to be a ship, but also part of a larger structure. The secrets held within could be of great use to us; lord..."
"Summon Master Remiel" The Angelus Invictus Space Marine turned; looking to the Tech Priest. "Summon him now...Who else but the Warmaster and Lord of the Inquisition should see this, before the Emperor himself?"
"Indeed; yet..."
"What is it?"
"N-Nothing; a mere quandry of thought. We shall discern the secrets here entombed"
The Space Marine moved away, and the Tech Priest knelt, looking nervously about him.
He had translated the runes; and the technology was indeed great, but was it to high a price?
He looked again at the ships engraved name...
"The Storm of Tzeentch"

OOC: Introductory post for my preparations to plunge the IMperium into a war with Chaos. Any interested parties who want to side with either the Imperium or the Forces of Chaos; post here, or TG me.

Time faded; as more and more excavations took place; the original site was now a complex series of trenches and tunnels; stretching deep down around the unknown edifice.
Strange readings came from within; strange signals; stranger markings marred hulls and walls and corridors; the remenants of some long ago race; perhaps faded into legend; or perhaps remains of something Darker...

A sinister pull drove the tech priests and workers to continue their work; as lord Remiel was informed; and drew nearer and nearer to his own damnation.

A flicker....A flash, and power was restored within; doors opened, ancient dust filled air was jettisoned and the ship welcomed new life....new crew; for as the men began to piece together the workings of the facility; the power of the Warp Cannons; they came closer to unlocking its ultimate secret.

Bump!

The tech Priests had been working feverishly; hours fading into days; days threatening to spill into weeks.
"We need assistance; send a diplomat; contact the Sith, they will wish to know of this development."

To: Unified Sith of the Galactic Empire
From: Tech Priests of Chronosia; Segmentum Hydran

Esteemed allies; we have made a strange discovery. An ancient vessel and technology that baffles even our most learned. We request your assistance, and your guidance in our endeavor.
Send assistance immediately...the rewards promise to be great.

bump for recruitment

meh; bump for interest

OOC: Well .. nah nevermind., any IM adresses you care to provide me?

OOC:I'd be willing to help you, just RP sending for help.

OOC: AIM: ChronosMCC
MSN: Marc_C_C@hotmail.com

THe call for help and assistance was repeated; more urgent for scientific and archaeological aid; now addressed to all nations of the Galactic Empire and beyond...

Bump; GAH! Come on people!

There was a dank darkness in the air; not simply literal darkness, but a spiritual one; a burden crushing the pure souls of the Tech Priests under its ominous weight.
Things stirred in the blackness, ancient things; nightmares dancing without form, cackling.

Mathias whirled around...Nothing. He sighed, breathing deeply, heavily as he tinkered with the vast ships controls; pushing buttons he had no comprehension of. Something moved; he whirled again.
A voice....In his head....
He shook himself; this was truly a place of madness. And this was only the ship, not even the thing that lay beneath.
He heard breathing; a heartbeat...Not his. He smirked.
"Soon...."
Two voices, one human, whispered from his lips.

OOC:Sry bout that, totaly forgot about this thread.

IC:

A lone Star Destroyer along with a cohort of legionaries set a course for Hydran VI, heading at maximum warp. The vessel entered orbit, and 500 legionaries came down in drop pods onto the surface, along with a Sith Knight, Darth Hasan. They would immediatly begin to assist in the investigation.

The Tech Priests and Marines looked skyward as the drop pods crashed down. A lone Psyker, trained in the ways of the Sith, went forward, bowing to the KNight who had arrived.
"Greetings, brother. I take it you recieved our messages. We welcome you to this place."

The Sith bowed his head to the Chronesian,

"Thank you. Show us to this discovery of your's."

The Chronosians led him back towards the ship.
"Ancient...It is the edifice of some unknown power; these weapons, are what we believe to be Warp Cannons; focussing the very energies of the mysterious Warp Dimension."
They bowed.
"We are already baffled, and await your aid in unlocking its ancient secrets."

"Hmmm. I sense the presence of the Dark Side here. I am most intregued. I shall begin working imediatly. In the mean time, my men shall aid your's in whatever it is they're doing."

The Sith stepped aboard the ship, and began to search for clues...

If I can ICly find a way to join I'll side with chaos.

OOC: Good good; glad to see so much enthusiasm at last.

The Tech Priests continued their work; exploring and examining in and around the ship, digging deeper into the secrets of the half submerged vessel; aware all too readily of the dark aura of the place...The Dark side he had said...yes....The dark side was alive here

The Sith Lord proceeded down a darkened corridor, accompanied by two legionaries. They moved down, not speaking. The further they pressed on, the colder it got, the more great the Dark pressence became. Finnaly they came to a large door, leading into a temple of some sort.

"Radio the Chronosians, they might want to see this..." he muttered to the man next to him, eyeing a statue of an old dark god.

The Chronosian's piled into the room; eyeing the statue.
"My god...What is it?"
"A god...Perhaps, one of the dark gods"
"Chaos?"
"It could be." They backed off, eyes rooted on the statue.
"Radio the Imperium....We have to get out of here."
The door slammed shut.
"What the hell is going on?"

The Sith Lord felt the Dark presence sky rocket. He ignited his lightsaber, and his men ignited their bayonets. He tried to order the others to pull out, but to no avail; the coms had been jammed.

"We all know what will happen now. Humans can be corrupted by the forces of Chaos, but they have not yet encountered the twisted, corrupted being that is a Dooman."

The Marines and Priests were almost in a state of panic; breathing labored beneath suits and helmets.
"We know the stories....But if this is a place of Chaos; then what will become of us? Our faith....Is our armor....Our Will is our weapon...>We will fear no evil."

Far above, Mathias sat, shaking, rocking in the control room. His knife was in his hand; dragging foul marks and runes across his flesh, drawing out gasps of pain.
"My lords....My lords.....I have done as you instruct, as you instruct....Reward me....Oh.....Reward meeee" He hissed

The Dooman's eyes glowed red through their visors. They felt no emotion. All's they wanted to do was leave the acursed place. Suddenly, one of the Legionaires felt something enter him. He fell down, and began to jerk around. Chaos was attempting to posses him.

A war was being fought in his body and mind. Chaos found little to be corrupted within this foul and cruel being. The mind was already sicker that most, the body alreay warped. He then felt the spirit exit him.

"No match for a Dooman, phah," the Sith spat on the statue of the god. "You humans are no doubt to be corrupted by chaos. We musn't allow it to spread beyond this world, for the sake of all. I pray for your souls." muttered the Sith once more.

The Chronosians back into the corners of the room; weapons readied. One rushes forward and hits the butt of its gun over the statue; watching it shatter, hearing the foul rush of air and the cries in ancient arcane tongues, filling the air, filling the ship.
"What....What have we done?"

The Sith looks at the Chronosian, filled with anger,

"YOU FOOL! YOU'VE UNLEASHED THE FORCES OF CHAOS!"

He turned his gun on the Sith.
He chuckled. "Unleashed? Oh this is but the beginning....The start of something so profound you cannot imagine it."
Engines whirred and charged; lights burst into life, the ship began to rise.
"We are a force older than time; the very spirits of Chaos, servants of great Gods...And you, you know us through your dark side...Ripe meat....Tainted, twisted."

The Sith chuckled to himself,

"Ahhh, the pleasures of the SLAUGHTER!"

He used the force to lift the possesed man from the ground, causing his lungs to be slowly torn apart from the inside, and sending bolts of electricity through his body. The two legionaries flung their counterparts against the wall, and lept 20 feet into the air, and came down on top of them, bringing down on them enough force to shatter the armor and bones of the marines.

"You puny gods know not of whom you face."

A voice, disembodied and cackling filled the air, and the mind of the Sith.
"Who is it you serve if not them? Who is it that encourages you here if not they? Join us...We have the power to make your desires reality; you could be emperors in your own right...All we need is recruits...And souls; and the Universe will yield to us. The Empires will yield to us.."

The Sith again chuckled to himself,

"If you wish for us to join you, then you fear us. You have aleady shown weakness. You know not of whom you trifle with, little ones. Our only purpose is to serve the Empire. We have no other. That is the way of the Dooman."

bump for chronosia

The things hovered and chuckled, their dark cackles filling the air. "We will see; won't we sons of Dooman? There is so much in this world we do not understand...So much we wish to explore; flesh, sensation, chaos in its purest forms..."

"There is no Chaos; only Order. That is what we are." said the Doomans, almost robotically at the mention of the word 'chaos'.

"There is chaos in all things; even the most ordered. The noble hive will falter and collapse; drones driven to distraction. The mighty queen can fall and all about her crumble. This is the way of the universe; the way of the other place, The Warp"

The Doomans once again repeated themselves. It became evident that they were unable of contemplating otherwise.

"What is this...Warp, you speak of?" asked the Sith.

"The warp is the spiritual; the opposite of the physical, it is the Empyrean, the home of all that is Chaos....Let us show you."
The Chamber unfolded and they looked out; they were in space it seemed; and then reality tore apart....They slid into the warp; and watched the enrgy wash over anything, watched the flow of the Warp; saw things, half formed and sinister, sliding through...

The legionaries were fairly amused, but the Sith wasn't.

"I'd have expected something better. These are all weak creatures, capable of being killed by children."

The voices chuckled.
"Figments...Nothing next to the dark gods and their servants; nothing next to true maginificence...Nothing next to true power"

The eyes of the Doomans glowed a briliant red, and their armor began to glow; their skin was heating up with rage.

"Is that a challenge, little ones?"

A group of Bloodletters materialised near them; horrid goat legged, red skinned fiends; growling and slavering, holding high their axes.
"A challenge indeed....And your souls are the currency"

"We have no souls," replyed the Doomans in unison, casting aside their armor.


Their skin was glowing red, their muscles rippling, their eyes burning. They showed their sharp, dagger-like teeth. Suddenly, they did something unexpected. From each of the Doomans' arms sprouted a large blade. A new upgrade for a race designed only to kill. They raised their heads high, and roared into the air.

The Sith ignited his saber...