NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Converting my nation to Chaos :P
Others are free to enter when it gets swinging, like come on diplomatic missions or actually be forced to confront this once it really begins.

The Emperor lay; sleeping, writhin in fever dreams, not knowing that others also twisted in their sleep; his Primarchs....
Something echoed in their minds; the promise of ultimate power; the success of the Imperium at any cost. The powerful psychics midns went forht; hearing the roar of four great voices, each swearing that they would have power eternal...
The Emperor gasped in his slumber; tensing as the thoughts overwhelmed him, forcing themselves upon his mind, and he fought; they all fought....Something terrible was coming, something which reeked of darkness and yet power.
And deep within the Imperial citadal, Chronos, Lord of the Sith, relented and embraced the madness....

The Emperor awoke. It was a late night, and a light breeze was comming in through the window.

What was that all about?

The Emperor had a reoccuring dream that would not leave him... one of darkness... one he could not remember.

What is wrong with me?

He walked over to the sink and grabbed a glass of water. Guzzling it down fast, he summoned his advisor.

"Having trouble sleeping again, my Emperor? Is it that dream again?"

"Yes. I don't know what is going on, but this is getting on my nerves. I'm not going to get any sleep tonight. Summon the cook and have him prepare me some food."

"Yes, My Emperor."

The advisor bowed, and walked away.

Hmm... I wonder...

(You'll see what happens...)

Space tore and engulfed the Hydran system; the Chronosian homeworld orbed in the sickly light of the Warp itself. Countless inhuman creatures; things that had once been Imperial Space Marines, crushed bones in their passing. HUge engines of war roared and loomed, vomitting forth fire and discord. And above them; stood the Emperor, corrupt in his magnificent glory; about him stood the Primarchs similarly corrupted; changing...Becoming divine. With a roar; he rallied the armies and they surged forward, cackling in insane glee. The Universe would burn....Oh it would burn.!

Marcus awoke, drenched in sweat; gasping for breath. The vision he had seen had wracked him, shattered him almost....His power, his will itself held on, barely, struggling against these visions of power, glory and depravity. The same dream...Over and over....The Warp spilling forth; his people giving in to its allure, its beauty....How could they resist?

Chronos moved deep within the Imperial palace; silently, slowly making his way to the prison levels; where heretics, rebels, mutants and other foul beings were housed. One swift movement of his lightsaber let the doors swing free; and soon the shambling hordes were free.
"Lord, your coming was foretold!" They hissed; bodies moved and swayed as they came forth.
"Make your way to the armory....I have to meet my father" A wry cackle built in his throat...His father, his brothers; all were weak. They would see the sense of it time; as the toxins of Chaos poisoned their minds...Soon....

(Not many know this, but certain Imperial citizens have telepathy. It is a well guarded imperial secret.)

The Emperor sat eating some fruit, when he was struck by a terrible pain. Again, he saw horrible images, his mind pushed to his limits.

"NO... Must...Resist."

He snapped out of it, and found himself back in his room.

"Somthing... is happening somwhere in this Galaxy. Somthing... Bad."

The Emperor finished his fruit, and stood up. His advisor had herd the commotion, and ran in.

"My Emperor! are you ok? Shall I summon the Doctor?"

"No... But I sense dark forces at work Gregory... My mind is images seen by another... but I can't make out their face."

"Perhaps we need to see the great seer, My Emperor."

"NO! I refuse to speak to that crackpot. Now leave me."

The Advisor bowed and left.

"Who are you...?"

Rebellion exploded as vile creatures surged from the depths; men being crushed by the hungry fiends or their bodies burned away by Psykers. Men fled and fell before the might of the onslaught, while the Emperor and the Primarchs, and through them the legions themselves, rested sleeplessly, trapped in delirium
""For the God-Emperor!" Came the cries "For Chronosia!"
And amidst them stalked the Sith Lord, Chronos....Already sinking into madness and depravity, he claimed skulls with his sabre, spilling blood. The dread cry rose up
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"

OOC: This isn't as quick as it seems; my nations higher ups have been having doubts, and feeling...something for a while now. This was simply Chaos' final move...Checkmate in the guignol.

Imperial Guardsmen fell in tides of blood; sloshing and struggling up the stairs before the gates of the palace; behind him a scene of slaughter. People were being torn apart, as he futily fired his weapon; the gun falling limp in his hands.

The dreams grew stronger, more violent, each Psyker experiencing, the Primarchs and Emperor; Gods amongst men, struggled with them, but it was too late. As the dreams culminated, ending as it always did; Space yielding to the Empyrean, the Warp itself bursting through reality, Each and every Psyker felt the power surge through them, and screamed.

Wave after wave of pure psychic energy rocked the planet, the untold horrors of the warp flooding their minds, energy surging forth from each man, pouring from his body, till it was as though were specks in the heart of a supernova. The planet shook; energy bursting forth from its surface, the world changing; yielding to imagination and desire. Space began to contort, ripping at the edges; tearing outwards as the warp burst through reality, product of the birth cry of the Imperium.

Not one man was left unaffected. Some fell to their knees, coughing up blood as violent mutation surged through them; some became fused, insidiously merged to their armors. Others found they had powerful new gifts...The world awoke to find itself changed; cradled by the Warp, ruled by new Gods....And their terrible servant.
The Emperor rose; a dark king with burning eyes, his cackle echoing through the palace; as the Primarchs emerged to find themselves deliciously, delightfully changed.

Chaos ruled the Imperium; and looking to the skys, they knew their destiny...The galaxy would burn; and the Universe would follow

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OOC: This a re-run of a Black Crusade, Chronosia?

OOC: I just turned the homeworld of my Imperium nation to Chaos; so now their gonna black crusade the remaining Empire ;)

OOC: Ok, people can start interacting now. Someone has to have noticed what just happened to the planet; and their about to get their taste of Chaos; whether it be for good or ill ;)

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The Dragon Mistress sat up, feeling something wrong in the universe. Her mind searched an infinity, the sound her brain had would kill a normal human. She was searching the worlds in the Second Quadrent when she found the world. She felt pain, corruption, death. Her primle sences moved in, and she felt the taste of blood of her lips. She smiled, now there where more joining the life of a Predator, the ture life, like her kind had done for years. She mentaly smiled, and her joy was spreed across the universe, just for a moment, everyone felt her own joy, but only for a moment. She felt around, the taste of blood fresh on her, she needed to feast, there was that city on the river..........

The world contorted as though it were flesh; rivers running red with blood; both of countless dead and of the planet. Fires roared across the cityscape, burnign rock bubbled from the Earth; the skys danced with northern lights of the Warp; and turned a blistered red. The world was truly changed; as the countless Space Marines of the Legions, warped and truly blessed in damnation, lined up.
From a high window, the Emperor watched; his eyes sick with bloodlust, his skin pallored, dripping venomos black ichors. He smiled...
"Today a new order rises....We will reconquer what will now be lost to us; this entire Imperium will be ours. Transmit the bloody prayers and battle cries on every frequency; ready the great fleets. We are the damned, the lost and the dead. We are death itself come to claim worlds. For the Ruinous Powers!"

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Commander Tiffiwillo screamed as a warp demon tried to enter him. This was the eigth time such a creature had tried, and it was only through the combined efforts of the other five crewmen on his ship he was able to remain a normal Arilou, if the term can ever be attached to them. He was flying through the warp, a first for the dimension-shifting aliens, and they were not enjoying this domain.

"Officer Fwillo, set our IDF rays to maximum!We must leave this accursed place!I want us in realspace (he shuddered at that point) as soon as possible!"
The Arilou navigator made an attempt to protest, but thought better of it. The Arilou are an innately Psychic race after a huge batch of DNA had been captured over ten thousand years ago, and it had been mutating within them to create a massively powerful psychic gene. This meant the warp demons sensed their arrival almost instantly, and lacking a conventional Geller field they had to form a psychic bubble around the ship. Sensing the stress around them, and the demons, they made their choice. All of a sudden, it stopped. The small six-man Skiff-class recon/light assault craft was catapulted into realspace, followed by the trapper-class assault craft. The trapper engaged cloaking device instantly.
"Fwillo!Why did they just cloak?"
"Sir...Look out of the porthole...."
Tiffiwillo looked. A huge fleet of warped ships was the sight he saw. Surrounding a ruined world, still firing evil weapons into the planet below.
"I suggest we leave this little nook in *time* as soon as possible."
"I agree.But...Our IDF generator is non-operational.We cannot leave...We may have to go planetside to get the resources to repair....."
"NO!We'll have to watch this battle, and perhaps scavenge some DNA, or technology from what we can find..."
"Sir, from the looks of these ships they are ancient, and somewhat backwards.We can learn little from this...But, I see you are set on it.Changing course, engaging the prototype cloak."
A skiff had never been given a cloak before, and this one prevented any use of weapons, and made scanning ships very hard.It was also no use against psychic scans.
The craft sped towards the chaos fleet, preparing to latch on to a ship and wait, as the trapper class ship was detected, and blown apart.


ooc:had to get involved :)

OOC: Kinda confused; my fleet isn't entirely Chaos yet; and the planet is not under attack and is far from dead; its a Daemon world; so...are you attacking me, or something else?

ooc:Oooh, sorry.I thought you were using your demon tainted fleet to force your planet into chaos...And my fleet is just an explorer group.

The Dragon Mistress felt a wipping of power, and within Seconds she had ridden it to the fast decaying world. She looked with distaste at the pitiful exscuses for life, so much weaker then her own Illetrians. She shrugged, walking around the planet with no visible affects. She walked past a pair of deamons fighting, and she killed them with a invisable blow, drawing their power, their life force, into her. She walked past a place where a great deamon Struggled to get free, and when she turned, the creature backed into the pits of hell, perfering to face those then what awaited it. She smiled, her race had a legacy, and the Deamon world knew what she was. She drew power once again, and she appered in the middle of the Marines, sending a blow to all who stood there, quite possibly killing some. She drew power from the Unstabel warp, and as such her own strength grew. She walked, as if up stairs that none could see towards the Emperor.

"Thout arth brave Dark one" Her voice wispered. "But be warned, the power you play with is not to be trifled with, this" She gestured to the surrounding planet. "Is not power, mearly chaos. Walk with me, and I will teach you how to control, not to searve." There was a shuddering, and the warp rippled, like a waring, which seemed to delight the lady creature. "Your a Shadow, nothing more, But I am power!" She held out her hand, and gestured.

OOC If you have read Raymond E. Feist Books, then She is a Valhru from them, if you don;t know what they are, they are the first race, the ones that where made with the very matirial of the Universe.

The Emperor rose from his basalt throne; his eyes focussed on the being; armor glimmering with raw power, shimmering in its obsidian blackness. He moved forward and drew forth his new weapon; gift of his masters; the ancient Daemon Blade, Lifesbane.
"Do not trifle with us, Valheru!" He growled "Our masters are more powerful and vast than even you could imagine. They who sundered space and time, who snuffed out the stars; who crushed the ancients with the mere echo of their birthcries....You are a shadow of their glory; and we are also shadows...But we serve the powers! We are their instruments!" He stepped forward.
"Leave, and trouble us no longer..."

TAG, for future involvement....

Across burning plains; through the broken streets of ruined cities; through the labyrinth tunnels of underground fortresses, and through the spiralling towers of dark temples and palaces; thundered the footfalls of the new order. The Space Marines, once champions of man, had fallen; and with them their Primarchs...Both reborn as beings of Terrible power and might.

Of the Legions Adeptus Astartes, their new names and vocations;

Remiel and the Angelus Invcitus; henceforth known as the Angelus Ater, swear allegience to Slaanesh

Lucian Lacroix and the Imperial Fangs; henceforth known as the Envenemed Fang; swear allegience to Nurgle.

John Cabot and the Lone Wolves; henceforth known as Wolfsbane; swear allegience to Khorne.

Gabriel Dolcer and the Fallen Angels; henceforth known as Ascendent Daemons; swear allegience to Chaos Undivided.

Chronos and the Imperium's hand; henceforth known as the Black Fist; swear alliegence to Tzeentch

*sprays a TAG on the wall*

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OOC: I love Bold font. I don't know why but just any excuse.

Already smaller scouting ships had begun to re-explore the system around the Chronosiajn homeworld; while ambitious plans were laid for vast orbital defence networks, loyal to chaos.
The ships in orbit had been taken; their mens minds driven mad by warp spawned horrors and the near ceaseless Chaos propaganda and shows of senseless inhuman brutality.
Slowly; surely; the Emperor was tightening his iron fist around his planet, preparing for the moment when the Hydran System; the vast forgeworlds, fortress worlds and armories of the old Imperium, would return to the fold...Of Chaos, and the Ruinous Powers they worship.

The Valheru ((Thanks for correcting my Spelling)) looked around, her power simmering. She sighed.

"THout Arth Brave," Her voice wispered. "Yeth thou heart haveth been lost, and thereth be chaos spreeding around this planet. Serve your gods, loose yourself to them, but leave the Valheru planets alone. Your gods are powerful, but when my plan is in compleation, we will once again rule." She smiled, and walked back down the stairway. She felt hungry, she would feast, on Deamon flesh. Thus it was that she left with a path of lesser Deamons, and one greater deamon behind her. Her presence wispered on the wind.

The Emperor cackled; his laughter bellowing out over the corrupted and diseased world. "Go then, ancient; go to your decrepit kingdoms; rot there alone. We have other plans. We have ambitions and goals; set down by trhe powers....We will have victory or death for the Dark Gods!"

Imperial March Booms

The emperor was sitting quietly on his throne. With the demise of Coreworlds and the rebellion in tatters the emperor was now fully open to the force. The dark side flew through him, he grasped and absorbed his power being ever consumed by its corrosive tendencies.

Sitting in mid meditation he contemplated. Every soul every being in the Imperial Navy was apart of him. He was growing in power, his force abilities knew no bounds. Taking in a sharp gasp he felt something, something close to home. It was alive with the force, crawling and frothing with energy. All of it Dark.

“What do we have here?” he smiled to himself . Activating the holomap in front of him he smirked, until he felt where in the Galaxy it was emanating from. It was coming from Chronosia.

Instantly growing concerned for the alliances safety and for his own plans the Emperor turned to the Imperial guard at his side. ”Take a contingent to Chronosia, find out what is happening. The guard walked down the corridor not daring to disobey.

The Emperor had anticipated that their most esteemed allies would send troops to investigate; he could not hide, truely from the omnipotent Emperor....So he would end the curiosity now.
A ship had already been deployed; a vast plague barge of the Plague Lord; Lucian; Herald of Nurgle; master of Death.
As the great ship emerged into Coruscant space; a gurgling hiss filled every possible frequency.
"In the name of the high Daemon Lord Emperor of Chronosia; Lord Lucian the Impure has been sent to deliver diplomatic news of the....altered situation; we request permission to dock"

Archaon sat on the Dark throne, around him energy moved and shuddered. He listened to the Dark Gods, listening to their commands. Around him stood Greater Deamons of the four powers around him, and in front of him was a portal to the dark realms, into the warp.

He Sat their for a long time, Pondering his powers with the Dark Gods. It almost made him laugh, he, the Ever Chosen of Chaos, the one who had the blessings of the Four powers, had at the first of his life been a priest of Sigmar. Now he held his own world, his own planet, his own Dark Legions. He was contemplating this when he felt a ripple in the Warp, and he saw one more world fall.

He Almost relished the fact, one more, a new planet had fallen. He must meet them. Thus, he stood, and walked into the portal, followed by the great Deamons. When he reached the other side, he saw death, destruction, an entire planet was now under the wims of the Dark God. It was thus that Archaon moved towards the Emperor, his power Shimmering.

"Hail Brother" He yelled above the Canage. "The Dark Gods are blessed to have one such as you to be on their side. Come, I shall crown you anew, and with my blessing the four powers shall bless you equally."

And thus he waited.

The Emperor moved forward; across the burning halls of his palace of pain; he stood; watchign the being
"Power....And what would this new crowning involve? For we know you not, and our allies are many and powerful." The Emperor-Thing hissed; eyes burning red slits in its face; head topped by the new crown; great and burning; forged of iron, steel and suffering...

OOC: And the spaven shall arrive, blow themselves up, and go away :)

IC: In the warp, a distubance was felt. No, it wasn't a distubance, a gaping wound had been ripped open, and others were not blind to this.

A small skaven raiding pary had been going through the warp when this occured, the rift literally dragged them through it, into real space.

OOC: Raiding party:
3 skaven cruisers
3 Styx Class Heavy Cruisers
1 Acheron Heavy Cruiser(ChitterSqueak)

IC: On board the ChitterSqueak

The crew pulled themselves off the floor.

"You idiots, what happened, where the hell are we!?", a skaven with brown fur with black armor, the captain, was yelling at the crew.

One skaven with a broken arm injury managed to get to his station, "Something happened in the warp that pulled us into real space, where we are, unknown sir"

The captain approached the view screen that had planet on it, "That planet, what is it, and why are there ships of chaos(the diseased look and marks of chaos kinda give it away) around it."

"Unknown, maybe there own raid? Or maybe this is a daemon world?"

A daemon world? If so, this could be very profitable...

"Mark these coordinates for later investigation, and hail one of their ships."

"Yes sir."

A message was sent out to one of the ships,

Greetings fellow worshipers of the true gods, what brings you here to this lonley place? Any idea of a warp space anomally here?

The message had a light hearted feeling about it, but even a simple hello could be a form of death threat in skaven society...

OOC: Actually it is what it is, not sure how to communicate with chaos worshippers, as I haven't encountered any(except myself :))

The ship responded.
"We are servants of the true gods; this world is ours, born again of the Warp itself. We ready for the dark crusade; to retake the worlds that once held allegience to our lord now changed."
Gurgling sounds echoed through the com systems; twisted by hisses and screeches.
"Come forward and we will offer freely the hand of alliance...We have much to discuss; for the galaxy yet does not burn....Does it brother?"

OOC: Sorry my RPing sucks, but I know how skaven would approach this, so I'm having a hard time NOT doing that.

IC: Kwitch pondered their response. Trust another who worships not the horned one, but the other four? No, but the horned one needs all the allies he can get in the ever existent war. Ally with the other gods? The union of the five? Unprecedented, which means it could lead to victory.

"Send a message back to them"

We shall remain here, as we have a hard time....trusting others. But we would like to discuss this...alliance of the dark powers.

OOC: Wow, this opens up so many possiblities....

*TAG*

OOC: It does?

IC:
"Yes, an alliance of the dark powers; before which the Universe itself would tremble. We who bow before the great ones; who worship the infinite powers of the Empyrean. We who will drive back the light and supplant it with glorious darkness. We who are depravity and Chaos in flesh!"
Roars of bestial prayers filled the communication.
"Feel free to tread upon the daemon world; to meet with the dark Emperor...The greatest being the planet has yet seen....True Servant and Arch Champion of the Undivided..."

OOC: Oh yeah yes...militray, economic, politcal wise, over...loading...brain...

IC: "Hurry, send a message to the council, relay them all the recorded conversation here, and track that message so we know where we are"

(I'll just pretend a spook ship picked it up and came here)

The eye of the warp opened and closed again as a skaven spook ship came out.
OOC: Spook ship= Ships used exculsivly by Gree Seers, roam around doing the councils bidding and delivereing orders to clans, look like a slaughter class cruiser

IC: Grey Seer Liskitt had a wave of ectasy pass over him, he got the same rush when he consumed warpstone, it was the energy of chaos. "Send a message to their ship, saying we wish to land and see there emporer." This was carried out by his young disciples, many of whom were reaching the last trial, but that is a different story...

Glorious followers of the true gods, we wish to go to the surface and meet with the one who has touched your gods.

OOC: I apologize again for crappy RPing

OOC: Not at all; your doing fine.

IC:
"As we have said before; you are welcome to join our masster of the surface." The voice growled and hissed; inhuman mewling and barking could be heard somewhere in the background.
"The glorious Emperor seeks allies against all who would oppose him; seeks brothers in the fold, fellow worshippers of the Dark Gods. We are but emissiaries of the Ruinous Powers; those who will bring the material universe to its knees....Come forth and be judged by the hand of the Undivided"

IC:

Thank you brothers in darkness

Moulder would be interested in this development, so wouldn't Skyre and Pestlins. I wonder what the reeption will be like? Who knows what to expect.
"I suggest, young ones, that you remain on board if you value your life, this is not the place to tread with ignorance, but you two grey prophets shall accompany me."

The black ship began a decent into the hell of the daemon world...

And the ground rose up to meet them as they descended through the choking thick black smog of the forges. The sounds of work, hammers and tools rose from the depths; the pipes gouting steam and fire. The road to hell was not paved with good intention; but with skulls, lining the bitter path towards the vast palace...
And before the great ship stood the Emperor; Armor glimmering in black magnificence; lined with ivory skulls; grinning like madmen on his raiment; his helmet and crown almost seemed to dwarf his face. He was an imposing figure; no longer a man; changed and warped by the power of the Dark Ones...The sword in its scabbard throbbed and writhed, hungry, yet yielding to the touch of its master...

OOC: Your not planning on killing them are you? I don't really care, I'm just wondering....

IC: Liskitt veiwed the landscape as they descended down a lift. He took a deep breath, this is a wonderful place, the cries of innocents, the smell of burning flesh, ah, there is our host.

As he approached, he decided to show some graciousness(that's a word right), and bowed half way then rose. "Great and powerful daemon emporer, we hail from a land that has simalir goals to what you and your followers want."

He paused to see his reactions....

"To know our goals is to know the very mind of Chaos; and who but the mad can claim that" He chuckled, vile gases spreading across the plains upon which they stood.
"This world is new; a fledgling hungry for souls, a place shaped by my desires; a place from which soon a dark army wil sweep out to take back what is so rightfully mine; and then expand beyond. We were once tools of the Galactic Empire; but now we see clearly. We are not their tools; we are servants only to the dark gods. Instead; we are an entity unto itself; for within their Empire none are so like we; none so eager to fight and kill and expand...None so eager to say they serve; while their own interests are also served. We are no slaves to the Sith; we are equals." He cackled; and a thousand mouths cried out in laughter.
"Come to my palace...And we shall discuss terms; we shall give you the means to be mighty powers....true servants of the dark"

OOC: Your writing is realy good, you manage to convey the feel of chaos

IC: Liskitt heard what the daemon prince(I assume that is what he is, if not I'll correct it) said, and thought he might be implying something about the skaven.

"Of course, but the children of chaos(skaven, incase you don't know) do not seek to power, we seek to further the corruption of the non-belivers, I am sure the council of thirteen will gladly further your conquest in whatever way possible."

"Then we shall further your aims of corruption, and you shall further ours...And together we will watch this wretched galaxy collapse in on itself; rotten like the fragile meat bodies of countless mortals" He smirked and sniffed the air. "We must open new doorways...The power of the dark ones must be ushered in, through the raw wounds in space and time..."

IC: "So I take it you intend to liberate the rest of this empire, and then what? Advance in a linear fasion, or go straight for the heart, the lickspittles of the flase emporer? Doorways can be open, we have done so before sveral times, but there are many who seal them shortly there after, thus creating irritation in our masters, is it not so here?"

"False Emperor? I was the only Emperor these beings needed...They knew De Drakan and it was enough; the earth pulsating and yielding to me, the world bowing to a God...And then revelation, true exultant power. I was made in their image; they graced me with their power and I swore I would consume this universe for them; in their name it would burn and I would scream their praises; drunk on blood and bloated with the flesh of my enemies"

IC: He could be the one, he could be the one mentioned in the prophesies, but maybe he isn't...

There are other groups of humanity, clinging to a weak and pointless faith, most are ruled over by an emporer, and all opose the true powers, our masters goals are very simailar, yours wish the universe to be destroyed in there names, mine wishes it to be destroyed because of some unfathomable reason even the council does not know of, but you are one of the truly blessed, I have seen many close to you, but none are the same, you are destined for greatness."

OOC: It be funny to see this conversation, a giant daemonic looking emporer discussing the fall of the universe with a rat-man :).

"Indeed....I feel I am destined for greater things; greater than the cattle of humankind. Through Khorne I learned that it does not matter from whence the blood flows; so long as it flows. From Nurgle I learned of the cycle of death and decay; from Tzeentch the changing of things; and the shaping of the universe; of fate itself....From Slaanesh, I felt the indescribable pains and pleasures of a thousand wounds and carresses....And from the other voices of the warp; I learned secrets....I knew..." He paused "I would Inherit"

IC: Liskitt controlled his emotions, he had talked face to face, blackened soul to eater of souls, his heart did not skip a beat, but his mind raced.

"And did this voice, the voice that said you shall inherit, did it say anything else?" His voice was level, not showing a hint of the eagerness that consumed him mentally, This must be the prophesized one, it must be....

"Nothing. It was but a voice that stood out amongst many. For there are other powers than the Gods; the Great Powers....There are beings, both lesser and equally as great; and to serve the forces of Chaos, is to worship the very beings of the Warp itself; for what is the warp if not the spirit to this physical world; warped by sentient emotion and feeling...We are kin; brethern in our quest....We Shall Inherit. And as the last sentients, we shall carve out a vast new world....Of endless shadow and limitless power"

IC: Hm, he has actually been toched, unlike others in the past, so it is very likely we have found what we have been questing for.

"The new world shall not be carved out of the old one, the old shall be changed, wther willing or not, to the new rule, but how to start this, our race has had little contact with fellow brethren, and for this task to be accomplished, we need either the gods to come into being themselves, or numbers, for even together, the ignorant would overwhelm us, and the dark powers plans would not come to fruitation."

"Then we will make sure that the ignorant are converted to the fold" He smirked, cackling lightly. "And that those who cling to petty false beliefs are swept away. We shall begin the process of starting cults on surrounding worlds, we shall spread the words of the dark gods; and begin our grand guignol..."

IC: The smallest bricks make the strongest tower....
"We may be able to help you there, eshin has a way of....burrowing in, but would there be any type of military prescence apposing us? If so, it should be converted or crushed, so the conversion will be much quicker on these planets"

"Indeed. The tools of opposition are religion and military. We will tackle both. Assassination of leaders; destruction of their capability. My friend...I think this will be the start of a most productive friendship" He smirked; grinning through sharpened teeth.
"I shall bring blood and death to countless and they will call me god..."

IC: "And the children of chaos shall sow discord of likes the which have never been seen. The best agents of Eshin are at your call, they simply require a location, concotions of pestlins are yours for the using, when combined with nurgles gifts, it shall be potent indeed, the wretched beasts of moulder are yours at a request, the warped machines of skyre are able to be produced and shipped at a moments notice, all we want is you to fulfill your destiny to the dark gods..."

Kimiko was standing over a body of a man whos face looked as if his life had just been torn out of him, she looked at him for a moment then looked up concetrating, slowly a astro form apeared infront of her. It looked like the man laying on the floor infront of her but this one had a dark arua comeing from it, it slowly moved to the body laying infront of her as soon as it entered his body he breathed new life into himself.
Suddenly a Premarch walked in, the Camarilla premarch, it was not hard to spot as his face was slightly deformed as a trait of the Nosferatu.
"empress, word has it that the Chronosian Imerium has fallen to the Chaos" The Premarch said.
"really....how meny worlds have fallen?" Kimiko asked not takeing notice of her new creation anymore.
"one to our knowlage" the Premarch replyed noticeing the man standing up and looking around, looking round like a new born child that had never seen the world befor.
"good, send a small task force and take a world or 2 of the fallen Imperium." Kimiko replyed, when the man went to pick something up she snaped at him "leave it alone".
"my lady, isnt that a declaration of war?" the Premarch replyed looking slightly more cheerful.
"no, since there goverment has fallen to the chaos and the other worlds are un tutched they are free worlds under no banner but there own. tho do not engage the Chaos forces....if they shot you then by all means shot back." she said waveing the Premarch away, he bowed and left the room. She turned to her new creation "now then...."

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The Premarch was going to lead the forces himself, first stop would be a planet in the home system of the Chronosian Ex Imperium, a nicely high populated world would be perfect.
As the small force of ships (1 battle barge, 6 destroyers and 12 frigate) started to enter hyperspace The Premarch, Malcave sighed, he was shore this was going to end badly...it always did.

In the distant reaches of Wayland, a youth, attuned to the Force, experiences terrible nightmares. Of blood and Chaos, of death and destruction, of evil and hatred. Of rivers that run red, and of a thousand other terrible things.

I tossed and turned, but could not get back any sleep. Sweating profusely, I get up, heading to the 'fresher to relieve myself. After washing up, I saw my brothers, how innocent they look, their bright auras helping to wash away the nightmares.

More than nightmares. I frowned slightly as I sat on the corner of my bed. The dreams were too vivid, more like visions. Visions of darkness, of terror. Of a darkness more terrible than what I have faced before...

"There is a grave disturbance in the Force..." I whispered, echoing many a Master. "A darkness grows, hungry and bloodthirsty. It wants to consume, it wants to destroy. It wants to crush, and it wants to kill."

I sighed. "So many dark matters in this universe. So much evil, and so little goodness. The price would be terrible for the galaxy. Terrible indeed..."

The New Imperium readied; rallied under the same banners; ready to push forward and reclaim this wretched system, and the HYdran System would follow. Towards the first world; the dark fleet surged forward; prepared to cleanse, kill, rend and tear for their dark and tyrannous gods...

OOC: Sorry for the lame ass post; gotta get to Uni

OOC: And now that I'm at Uni; I can post in greater detail; love me! :P

The New Imperium readied; rallied under the same banners; ready to push forward and reclaim this wretched system, and the HYdran System would follow. Towards the first world; the dark fleet surged forward; prepared to cleanse, kill, rend and tear for their dark and tyrannous gods...
The worlds of this system; for too long unruled under the Imperium, would know the taste of enslavement, they would feel the touch of chaos as it rended flesh, bone to its will.
Cries of hunger and bloodlust rang out through collosal ships as they hurtled towards the Second planet in the system; the great banners of the dark powers unfurled.

Below; on the homeworld; the Emperor looked skyward; held sparking power claw aloft; and grasped at the stars.
"Look brother...Even now; we grow in strength. We spread like pestilence throughout the stars. Take the worlds of this system, make them your own hell; bring forth your race to these foul orbs and we shall conquer....Infect...Inherit."

OOC: Wonders if I could find a certain GEoM to lay the smackdown on you... :p

OOC: What? lol

OOC: You heard me! :D

OOC: Yeah I heard you, but I don't get your abbreviation, lol

OOC: Oh, sorry. God-Emperor of Mankind (WH40K). :p

Archaon answered, ignoreing the Skaven. His voice seemed to echo, as if it was the voice of a Thousand.

"Should I crown you, the 4 Chaos Powers will bless you a thousand times. For knowest, that I am blessed by all." He gestured, and the Mark of Absolute Chaos was on his forhead. He smiled. "Each of the Gods alone are but weak, they can be overcome by some of the lesser Gods who walked the world, such as the Valheru ((Had to use this.)) Yet when they bless one man, then all Chaos may follow, and there will be none who can withstand. Thou wouldest be able to bend any of the true powers to your power." With this he gestured to the 4 greater deamons. He made a gesture, and all bowed. "I am no fool to say I can challange the Powers, but I can control their children, as could you."

OOC: Ok, I could've known that but no one abbreviates it!

IC
"As can I" He gestured and things; scuttling and crawling, and mighty and bestial, gathered behind him. "I am as a Lord of Chaos; I am a being chosen by the Ruinous powers; a vessel of their will and majesty...And I shall sweep like a flame across all who disbelieve; I shall spread their blessings far and wide; and no man shall stand before me..."

The Emperor had anticipated that their most esteemed allies would send troops to investigate; he could not hide, truely from the omnipotent Emperor....So he would end the curiosity now.
A ship had already been deployed; a vast plague barge of the Plague Lord; Lucian; Herald of Nurgle; master of Death.
As the great ship emerged into Coruscant space; a gurgling hiss filled every possible frequency.
"In the name of the high Daemon Lord Emperor of Chronosia; Lord Lucian the Impure has been sent to deliver diplomatic news of the....altered situation; we request permission to dock"

A rather bland Imperial voice came over the channel. Diplomatic envoy you have permission to dock with station one one four. Here are the coordinates. Please make your way to the station at once, a shuttle will be dispatched to bring your diplomat before the emperor he has been informed of your arrival.” The channel closed abruptly leaving the Chronosian delegation to continue with their orders.

Meanwhile on the surface of Coruscant a large shuttle was being dispatched to take the delegation from the space base down to the Imperial Palace.

The ship docked and the delegation joined together at the airlock; Lucian was flanked by a group of Plague Marines; growling and hissing and writhing in servitude.
"Remember...We are here on business...I want you to control yourself"
The rotting decayng thing mewled and cowered in their armor at their masters booming voice.
"But fear not; supplicants...We shall have our delights soon enough, we go in conquest after this."

Doom, Doomingsland

The emperor slumbered deep below the firey surface of the hell-like world, having his normal twisted, distorted dreams. This one was different, however, but only slightly. He sensed a great disturbance in the force, one he had felt before many thousands of years ago...

The Chaos are among us once more.... he heard a voice call to him in his dream. He was floating in a shapeless void, filled with a manner of evil, vile creatures.

They are strong once more, father?

Indeed. They have forgotten who we are. We must show them.

Yes, father.

We are the only beings foul enough to not be further corrupted by Chaos. Send an envoy of your best men. Show them the meaning of Doom.

Yes, father.

The emperor's eyes shot open, glowing red in the dark chamber in which he slept. The chamber swung open, and he stepped out, his evil essence consuming the room. He stepped out, the very ground upon which he stood sizzling.

"Bring me a ship..."

OOC: Doom, you do know that we are still allies right? Right now you and Corps are circling like sharks....Which doesn't instill much confidence

OOC:I know, I'm just sending my emperor to meet your's and discuss evil things.

The emperor shifted in his seat as the foul smelling creatures entered the hall. Rising from his dais he moved to welcome his guests. ”Welcome loyal and trustworthy allies of Chronosia. Welcome to Coruscant. I must ask you what is the nature of the troubles I sense coming from your land. I sense great power, great fortunes. What can you tell me? Waving his hand beckoning his guests to sit in two provided chairs the emperor turned and made his way back towards his throne. Waiting for a tale of what was happening in his allies worlds.

"The Chronosian IMperium is no more....The foul subjects of the God Emper reborn as the Daemon Lord; have been converted to true faith. You look upon Chaos itself; servants of the Ruinous Powers; four are they; Nurgle, lord of Plague;' Tzeentch, the changer; Slaanesh, prince of Pain and Khorne, the Blood God."
Lucian shifted and hissed. "We remain, as ever, your loyal and stalwart allies....Emperor of men"

OOC: ok befor any of you other GE members start shouting Traitor and "you cant do that" me and Chronosia have spoekn (and still are if he come back online on MSN) about this. NO one elce get invloved well maby sith but thats about it.

IC:

The Space Marine fleet jumped into system, the Premarch {insert name here} turned to the Master of Arms. "tell all ground forces to prepare, arm all weapons we go to war" he said.
"Yes my lord, For the Empress" the master of arms replyed, slaping his his right arm on his chest, the metal of the powered armor clashed.
"Eyes of Sight, scan the system find me a a planet to invade." the Premarch ordered.
"Aye my Lord" the Space marine at the Scanner section replyed.

Down in the bows of the Battle barge, dropships and Thunderhawks readyed, aswell as tanks and other armored units. just over 50,000 Marines readyed for war, not all were troops, some tank crews, heavy weapons crews, pilots and so forth only about 20.000 were Troops and the Premarch would lead them on the battle ground himself.

OOC: Chronos VI, 20 million Just so i know where im going, thanks chronosia. just waiting to see what your people do, if you will take notice of me.

Chronosia VI; a Hive World bustling with life; home to hundreds, thousands....Millions. They had heard nothing of the fall of the old Imperium; cut off, deserted, they were ripe prey for the hungry hordes of Chaos; or for any opportunist who sought it.
The noose was tightening on the remaining worlds of the Chronosian system; before the crusade to Hydran could begin. As a result; a task force had been deployed, to assertain Chronosia VI; and if possible...To take it.
"20 Millions souls..." The commander hissed; a loyal subject of the Undivided; he was taking the small armada, yet large ground force; forth into the void.
"Soon they will be ours..."

A lone shuttle entered Chaos space, carrying the emperor and his personal guard. Even the foul Chaos beings would be able to feel their lair get even more foul with the arrival of these demons.

"This Doom One, we are carrying Darth Revan, Lord of Doomingsland, he demands audiance with your dark lord."

"Permission granted; land doomed ones, and behold the dark glory of the new Imperium" The things hissed and cackled down the commlink.
"Come..."

The shuttle entered the warped planet, and touched down near the emperor's stronghold. Revan stepped out, his feet steaming as they hit the surface. The small beings that would normaly be circling didn't come near, for Revan had little patience with inferiors. He entered the dark palace, and walked down the desecrated halls.

The Emperor languished on his dark throne; watching as the Doomans entered.
"Esteemed allies" He smirked, watching them with his eager burning gaze.
"Welcome to my world; the gifts of the Chaos gods have made it paradise. I bid you, stay, and when our business in completed; you may see the rest of it; this Daemon World, that lights the very void"

"Thank you, I am very interested to see more of this world; I have not been to a Chaos controled realm in many thousands of years." replied Revan, taking a seat. His men stood around him. "Now, down to buisiness. We intend to remain staunch allies as we always have, regardless of government. In fact, we welcome the change, your worlds are far more hospitable to our kind now." he said. That was very evident, as his marines weren't wearing their helmets, revealing their grotesque faces

"Indeed; which raises the interesting prospect of us fielding a Dooman military facility." He smirked. "SHould you accept our offer; it will result in a full sharing of technology with the new Imperium"

"Of course we accept this offer, for we are allies." he replied, with a twisted smile of his own.

"commander, Chornos VI the last planet in the system is perfect. Small population and it would take some time for the Chaos to get here." The Eye of sight said. His armor as black as night with the Camarilla insignia on it, he had his helmit off and the signs of the Nosferatu were seen. His face was disfigured horribley but no one on the bridged seem to care.
"vary well move us into orbit of the planet as soon as we are in orbit jam all signals on it and i will make a speach to the people of our new world." The Premarch said.

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a few hours later
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The ships had travaled at sub light speed towards the planet, when in range the Premach gave the word, all of the ship destroyers included sent in the troops. The Premarch walked down to the Hanger and looked round as the last of his troops disembarcked, he saw one dropship filling up with the most feared MArine in the Chapter, the ones who cursed blood is more so then others Malkavians blood ran stronger in there systems then any other Marine. Not only that but meny had given into the beast, they cared for nothing but blood but to top that off they were smart, vary smart. AS insane as they were most where so deadly even the Premarch himself feared them, the most dangerus weapon on the field of battle was the that cared for nothing but knew how to make you fear the vary thing you loved.

The Premarch was handed a note, "ahh vary well" he said. he walked over to a device and started to speak into it. All Space marines and all the people on the planet that had some form of electical device (some form of TV, Radio etc) could hear him.
"this is Premarch Malcave, of the Camarilla Chapter of the Dark Empire Space Marines. Some time ago your Imperium fell to the Chaos, no longer does your Empire hold any ground your planet is helpless surrender now or face us in battle you have 30 seconds to resond." he said.

"We shall never surrender" Came the stoic reply; as planetside, men flocked to their bunkers and defenses; the imperial guard readied; prearing. Huge orbital platforms whirred into life at the silent command of the ground based forced; and turned to face the invaders.

Through the void; came ships of Chaos; still a distance away from the last planet; smaller crews peeling off to assault the other worlds.
"My lord...There are foreign ships orbing the last planet."
"Really?"
"Yes, they bear the insignia of Corpsac and are transmitting demands for surrender"
A wry cackle.
"Very well; let us humor them; I want us slowed, bring us in slow and stealthy and prepare for full deep strike operations."
"Sir?"
"We shall deploy every last ground force we have...And watch them set the planet aflame with the beauty of war..."

Malcave knew they planet would not surrender so ordered the attack, it was a simple attack the Frigates would take on any orbital defences and the destroyers and the battlebarge would bombard the planet, cities included. fighters we're sent out as the battle would start shortly, it would be a bumpy ride down to the planet but hopefully the ships could do there job. The battlebarge alone layed down a barrage onto the planet of Plasma bolter cannons, Heavy Plasma bolters, Fusion torpedos on heavyly defended bases and bunkers, heavy plasma cannons and fusion cannons. the amount of fire was amazing, the fusion torpedos warheads were 200 MT and would hopefuly clear alot of the defending forces.

IT might have been over kill for bombarding a planet that you wanted to capture but hay a quick battle was better then a long drawn out slug fest, and with the Chaos so near it had to be quick. The quicker they controled the planet the quicker they could planet the Dark Empire flag and then the Chronosian new Emperor could do vary little.....Malcave hoped.

And Malcave BUMPed his head on the wall as the dropship fell to the planet. "bloody pilots" he snaped.

The Chaos fleet drew near.
"Fire warning shots across their bows while the pods are readied!"
"Yes master"
"For the Dark Gods!"
Guns blaze; firing ion cannon and turbo fire at the enemy fleet; warning shots as instructed, no direct hits. The pods were readied; filled with weapons of war and Chaos Space Marines; explosions resonated through the void as the pods headed for a major city on the surface, while the warning shots continued; it was time for conflict...

"Of course we accept this offer, for we are allies." he replied, with a twisted smile of his own.
...

OOC: patience :P

The Emperor smiled.
"So, what exactly can you offer us? You get a presence here, but what will you gift the Imperium? What could you offer us, and how can we better prosper together?"

"We can offer much, technology, weapons, souls for consumption, your own base..."

Malkave wasnt happy when the Chaos fleet fired the warning shot, "open a comm channel to them." he snaped looking up "send this message" handing the Space Marine a note.


chaos ships, this world is a non affiliated world under no govermental Empire, the Dark Empire has claimed it as our own. We know that your new "Emperor" as been accepted as the ruler of your fallen empire by the galactic empire as the legit Govermental force. Until this world waves your flag its ours...leave now befor this turns bad.


"no ship is to fire first, if they attack us then hold nothing back. Tell the Brother Captain Jacub to head over here now, i want that task group here now." Malkave said. Malkave hated it when people fired warning shots at them, but well.....as the ships stoped fireing at the planet and turned to the chaos, gun ports open and shields started to rise they were not going to be taken with out a fight if it had to happen.

Planet side the forces were engageing what resestances that met them, little did the marines know of the Chaos comeing.

The pods screamed to earth, crashing in a rough area around an isolated fusion plant and communications centre on the edge of the main Hive City; Taris. Quickly they spread out; securing the facility. Craters surrounded them; remenants of the vast orbital bombardment that had left the city in ruins; flames licked the skies, as deep within tech priests slaved to attach devices to the core....Something was being planned.
As power was restored the Commander; Ezekial, Champion of Khorne, looked at the vast screen, expansive diagrams showing the city; the facility and interestingly tunnels thnat ran beneath.
"Fortify our location; but prepare an escape route through the tunnel systems."
"Yes lord..."
Outside, Dreadnoughts trundled and Predators and Defilers roared with anger...
The Defences were readying.

Above them, in space; the attack group paused.
"This world once help allegiance and alliance to the our Emperor now transformed. He wishes it back. We have no greivance with your kind; and would even consider dividing the wretched sphere with you....Perhaps"

"We can offer much, technology, weapons, souls for consumption, your own base..."
...

The Emperor smiled.
"Good; then it is settled. We shall arrange this now; finish it. We shall aid each other mutually, in great detail in the ways we have just discussed."

"Excelent. We shall make this pact unbreakable." he said, taking out a knife, and slitting his palm, allowing the blood to drip onto the table. The blood, which happened to be acidic, nearly burned through the table.

"I warn you..." He hissed; slitting his own palm "My blood is a pact truly unbreakable." He grasped his allies hand, smirking; acid seeping into his palm
he leaned forwards "Have you ever known pure Daemon blood? Running with the infernal powers of Chaos itself?"

"Once, many thousands of years ago, I personally spilled such blood. That was all I knew of it. It was truely great, however, it wasn't potent enough to save the life of my foe." he said with a smile.

"Things are different now...The Warp has potent avatars on this plane. I feel the carress of the four winds; I know the words of the Gods; I chant their prayers and cry their praises; maddened on blood. I see those who would oppose us, my Imperium, our alliance, the Galactic Empire...Yet I see that our combined strength will stop at nothing"
He turned; pausing for a moment. "Our ambitious friends; the Corpsacians, take this opportunity to attempt to claim a world in this system as their own. It is a trifling, but..." He paused, smirking lightly. "I would like to have my Empire back...And taking back this home system is but the first step and the fulcrum of my plans...I need to retake my vasy and limitless armories and forge worlds of Hydran; and to do that, I must amass the strength of the Empyrean itself, here, now...Do you understand?"

The pods screamed to earth, crashing in a rough area around an isolated fusion plant and communications centre on the edge of the main Hive City; Taris. Quickly they spread out; securing the facility. Craters surrounded them; remenants of the vast orbital bombardment that had left the city in ruins; flames licked the skies, as deep within tech priests slaved to attach devices to the core....Something was being planned.
As power was restored the Commander; Ezekial, Champion of Khorne, looked at the vast screen, expansive diagrams showing the city; the facility and interestingly tunnels thnat ran beneath.
"Fortify our location; but prepare an escape route through the tunnel systems."
"Yes lord..."
Outside, Dreadnoughts trundled and Predators and Defilers roared with anger...
The Defences were readying.

Above them, in space; the attack group paused.
"This world once help allegiance and alliance to the our Emperor now transformed. He wishes it back. We have no greivance with your kind; and would even consider dividing the wretched sphere with you....Perhaps"


When Malkave saw the message his eyes lit up, owning the world was one thing but if it was devided between Chaos and Dark Empire Marines it could be useful, a cross between the gene seeds....his chapter wouldone day be more powerful then the Sabbat and maby even gain the Empress's favor over them, this could be a new world under there banner.

"Contact the ground forces, tell them to dig in and wait. Also contact the Chaos forces....tell them i want to talk." he looked at the scans, "there..open land impossible for an abush..but just incase postion a sniper team here, its a good view point across the entire area." he ordered, "leader to leader".

A message was sent, no troops, just there leader and him both with no more then 5 Guards. an open field with no way to hide heavy weapons...or what the Chapter knew off. Deep scans were still underway tunnels only being found tho far from the point he intended to meet but who knew.

Ezekial strode forth, a Lord of Khorne; blessed by his god. He had tired of waiting for the enemy to attack and had stalked the corridors of the facility; claiming heads from terrified half mad Imperial personnel who had cowered, hiding from the bombardment. His chainaxe still dripped, red with gore; annointed and baptised in the warm blood; for he cared not from wence it flowed.....So long as it flowed for Khorne.

Now; striding out into open ground; a group of four obliterators moving around him; their armor and flesh shifting; twisting into new shapes; weapons unfurling like terrible flowers.
The land around him was harsh and bleeding; bitterly raped by heavy Corpsaccian fire. And all round there was nothing; no vantage point for snipers, nor in the range of any heavy weapon....
And thus they waited

The Dropship entered the atmosphere, flames engulfed the dropship as it fell to the planet. Malkave looked out the window, is armor bigger then the normal Space marines. The Insignia of the Camarilla on his Right sholder and a blood red cape across his back. For a Camarilla he didnt have so much the curse of the Nosferatu infact he spoke more like a Ventrue then the other members of the Chapter.

"Premarchs, Nuclear rain storms are heading this way. we must be quick the fusion bombardment has done alot of damage." The pilot said looking back.
"its a shame...but i hope this turns out good" he said looking out the window, his guards 2 Powerful Tremere like marines. He turned to his captain, a young female captain who had rised though the ranks showing grate skill, show none of the signs of the curse.

The dropship landed with a tud on the ground not far from the Chronosian Marines. The rear ramp lowered and he steped out with both the captain and the guards. Only the Guards had weapons the captain and the Premarch walked towards the Chronosians with the guards, when they were a few meters away the Guards stoped but the Premarch and the captain carryed on.
"I am Premarch Malkave of the Camarilla chapter, this is sister captain Hal'lan of the 1st company 1st Tactical Regiment. Im glade you came down to see me" Malkave said holding out his hand.

"I am Ezekial; CHampion of Khorne; Thrice-Blessed as the taker of Skulls and spiller of blood." He took the mans hand. "Now; to business...we do not have much time here; even without the mewlings of Tzeentch we would know that. We must settle the dispute over this world; and quickly....In return we are prepared to share ownership of the planet and....trade genetic information from our Legion's Gene seeds"

"Things are different now...The Warp has potent avatars on this plane. I feel the carress of the four winds; I know the words of the Gods; I chant their prayers and cry their praises; maddened on blood. I see those who would oppose us, my Imperium, our alliance, the Galactic Empire...Yet I see that our combined strength will stop at nothing"
He turned; pausing for a moment. "Our ambitious friends; the Corpsacians, take this opportunity to attempt to claim a world in this system as their own. It is a trifling, but..." He paused, smirking lightly. "I would like to have my Empire back...And taking back this home system is but the first step and the fulcrum of my plans...I need to retake my vasy and limitless armories and forge worlds of Hydran; and to do that, I must amass the strength of the Empyrean itself, here, now...Do you understand?"
"Of course, not doing so would be a sign of weakness. We cannot have that, can we?" he said, smiling wryly.

The Emperor grinned. "Indeed. I propose this; the power of Chaos flows through all things; fed by the horrors of the human psyche. We are not alone in those who hear the call of Chaos; and so I propose the foundation of a Chaos Cult; a Warrior lodge of sorts, within the Galactic Empire; of whom we are the black and twisted founders. We shall spread the wisdom of Chaos, and ingrain it into the Empire itself....Waht say you?"

Malkaves eyes, if they could, would have lighten up from what Ezekial said, the captain next to him gave Ezekial a dirty look. Ezekial snarled at Hal'lan Malkave quickly looked at her and she looked away, "dont mind her......shes not use to "aliens"." he hoped that Ezekial wouldnt take offence to Hal'lan but he wanted to change the subject quickly. "you say devideing this world i do hope that means it doesnt turn into a" he tryed to think of the right word to discribe it but he couldnt so he used the word others in the chapter used. "deamon world if thats the right word. We feel that a world such as that wouldnt be suitable to corpsacian lifeforms. This world in its current state will need terraforming but that will be at the expence of the empire. shareing of genetic matiral, that would have to be spoken to with the Gen Guild for they hold all matiral of the Chapters." he looked up at the sky, gray cloads started to form over head "devideding the planet how would that be done i ask?"

"Quite simple, we each have territory; our men stay in that territory, that territory is ours. We suggest a 50-50 split, with at least 3 Hive Cities each."

The Arcane Ankhmeti Daemonship 'Nurgle's Bloodline' left warpspace. A fleet of a thousand small ships followed it, pulled from the Immaterium by the presence of a massive Chaotic presence.150 years ago the Ankhmeti Colonial Directorate discovered the technology of the Imperium in a 98.75% complete STC computer, since then they had gone downhill.The Marine Legions created by Ra had attracted Chaos, and brought the Fall of Ankhmet.Since then, the ACD had searched for other Chaos worshippers.
Brother-Captain Lucifus stared at the sensor screen at his command station and grinned.
"Brother Cholerus, have the fleet move into position near these blighted craft.They have the look of chaos about them....Hail them and extend the hand of friendship."
"Yesssss,captain...."
The fleet of chaos ships moved closer to the blighted world.

The Primarch of the Nurgle's Bloodline Chaos Marine Legion, 5,000 strong, headed tot heir battle-barges, preparing for what could be a glorious alliance OR a bloody battle.

The Emperor grinned. "Indeed. I propose this; the power of Chaos flows through all things; fed by the horrors of the human psyche. We are not alone in those who hear the call of Chaos; and so I propose the foundation of a Chaos Cult; a Warrior lodge of sorts, within the Galactic Empire; of whom we are the black and twisted founders. We shall spread the wisdom of Chaos, and ingrain it into the Empire itself....Waht say you?"
"It is a fine idea, however, the thing about my race is, well, our nature is in fact so corrupted, that Chaos cannot take hold within us. It's almost as if we are naturaly of Chaos."

While below the Emperor nodded to the men of Doom and sealed the pact; above the ships recieved the messages and chuckled.
"Brothers of Chaos; in the name of the Four Powers, we bid you welcome to our Empire. Land, and be greeted by the Black Emperor of Man; the Daemon Prince, Arch Champion, Four Times blessed of the Powers, He who Will Inherit"

"Brothers in chaos, what world is this?It does not appear on our charts, although we have heard of a legendary Imperium that exists or existed around this area.Our seers felt a massive and glorious explosion of chaotic power here, so we had to send a fleet to see. We have sent the Primarch of the Nurgle's Bloodline legion, Cholerus, to see if we could negotiate an alliance with whatever power resides here.It appears that an ancient prophecy has come to pass here, one we found in the banks of the STC unit we found.Incidentally, we offer a gift of a copied version of the entire SC database, housed on a thousand data units.We hope the ancient knowledge would be able to help you, blessed brothers of death, slaughter, change and pleasure, as it has helped us.We hope to be able to speak to the Black Emperor of Mankind as soon as posible, with news of possible conversions to your Chaotic cause."

A diplomatic squad of Plaguemarines, with a coven of cultists, descended from the first revolutionaries, the ones who corrupted Ra, to speak with the Black Emperor.

ooc:I've been talking to other members of the NGR, and they would be interested in following the banner of Chronosia a la chaos :)

The Emperor turned from the Doomans to welcome the new Chaos.
"I am Marcus De Drakan; blessed lord of Chaos; transmuted and transformed by the dark powers. Soon, my chosen sons, the Primarch's shall embark on their own journeys of transfiguration."
He paused, smirking
"I bid you welcome to the Chronosian Homeworld. Former seat of the Chronosian Imperium, now turned to the way of the Ruinous Powers; as we set out to scourge the Universe. We welcome all converts to our cause; all we ask..." He smirked, hissing. "Is that you join us and follow us without fail; unite with us as brothers bound by Chaos. To forge an alliance that will scorch the very heavens..."

Cholerus stepped out of the shadows at the back of the room and stepped forwards, revealing himself.
He wore terminator armour like a normal marine wears his power armour, moving around not even hinting at the difficulty of movement caused by the Ankhmeti Terminator armour, as Ankhmeti Tactical Dreadnought Armour is only 70 or so years old, but has been repaired countless times due to the expansion wars, and the Primarch himslef often fought. Behind him a cadre of Nurglings broke out of the cultists ranks, chittering and screeching.
"We would gladly join this Alliance of the Damned. It appeals to our very nature. The very nature of the Ankhmeti people was changed the day our Emperor Ra saw the Nurgle reference on the STC, though we did not notice for a decade. We wish to help you make the Universe burn! This all completes a..Prophecy, of sorts, found on the STC.It mentions Chronosia, but now by name.Something along the lines of 'the mighty Empire damns itself, and the Universe plunges into Chaos'.It is one of the holy writings. And to complete this, we now devote our attentions to Chaos undivided. I propose a sacrifice, to our masters...."
He turned to a slave, a pitiful wretch, cowering in the corner.
"It is customary for those who bring themselves in league with Ankhmet to make the sacrifice...."
He holds the handle of screaming sacrificial knife, the demonic head on the hilt screeching and protesting at being held, towards the Dark Emperor.

The Emperor looked at the Daemon blade, a small trinket of power; and crushed it, in his hands, dropping it to the floor; the essence rising and writhing from the ruined blade only to be silenced as a mighty roar like thunder shattered the calm of Hell. Lifesbane; Greater Daemon blade of Emperor, gifted to him by the powers of Chaos at his morphogenesis, the true power of the Undivided; was now drawn. And in a moment it had plunged, writhing and screaming; the blade screeching with hunger and anger and bloodlust, as it tore through the slave; feasting upon flesh and blood and soul...
"The sacrifice...is complete. The blood flows; Lord Khorne is appeased. An alliance is built, changed.....Tzeentch is venerated. The spilling of this fiends blood brings pleasure and pain to these divine veins; I offer it to freely to Slaanesh. And the Universe will burn, rot, and decay. We offer it not only to Nurgle; but to all of the Dark Pantheon!"

Cholerus petted a nearby Nurgling, chuckling.
"You are indeed more powerful than any Chaos warrior I have seen, other than perhaps Ra...But certainly more powerful than any of the demon Primarchs of Ankhmet, and all the warriors.I will inform my master Ra, and he will come.You are lucky to see Ra, none but his victims have seen Ra for a decade.He is reclusive, except when he wishes to bring slaughter on some primitive world."
The Primarch grimaced, stumbled backwards, and his face twisted into a demonic visage.
"No need to inform me, Cholerus.I am Ra, speaking through this frail body. I see you are the one Ankhmet would ally with.Definately worth it.i sense you are quite possibly more powerful than me...Interesting.I hope our alliance flourishes like a rose of decay.I felt that you killed my first blade.Shame, I made that myself.Still, a trinket. I hope to be here in person soon.I hope you don't mind all my Primarchs coming?"

"Bring them; one and all; and our halls will ring out with bloodlust and battlcry. This system is falling, slowly, to Chaos. and soon; we sall spread beyond. I will reclaim my former holdings of the Hydran Kingdom and then, begin to scourging of this wretched galaxy. Our allies are many and strong; and they will stand with us in any endeavor. The power of Chaos is not one to be undone lightly, for we are many, strong, determined...."
He cackled.
"Together, Ra, brother in Chaos; let us burn asunder all that is! And not man, nor Eldar, not any other being of the stars will stand before us"

ooc:Mind if I skip a little time?

terran individualists send a SQUAT team.

is the emperor naked? if so we take pictures. if not,m he is anyway. fnord.

OOC: Converting my nation to Chaos :P
Others are free to enter when it gets swinging, like come on diplomatic missions or actually be forced to confront this once it really begins.

The Emperor lay; sleeping, writhin in fever dreams, not knowing that others also twisted in their sleep; his Primarchs....
Something echoed in their minds; the promise of ultimate power; the success of the Imperium at any cost. The powerful psychics midns went forht; hearing the roar of four great voices, each swearing that they would have power eternal...
The Emperor gasped in his slumber; tensing as the thoughts overwhelmed him, forcing themselves upon his mind, and he fought; they all fought....Something terrible was coming, something which reeked of darkness and yet power.
And deep within the Imperial citadal, Chronos, Lord of the Sith, relented and embraced the madness....

OOC: Go right ahead

OOC: ANd what are odd Terrans doing here?
*ponders*

ooc:Okay then.
ic:

The Emperor Ra disembarked from his corrupted personal thunderhawk, 'skulltaker'. He had taken a long route through the warp, after deciding to summon some daemons to test his power. He walked into the throne room of the Chronosian Black Emperor, surrounded by his Primarchs.
Primarchs:
Sons of Ra: Ra II (daemon son of Ra)
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Nurgle:

Nurgle's Bloodline: Cholerus

Bearers of Pestilence: Scrofulis

Plague Masters: Pestilens

Lords of Decay: Gonorus
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Khorne:

Skull Takers of Ra: Targhesh

Blood Drinkers: Turthak

Tearers of Flesh: Choronus

Masters of Blood: Karak
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Slaanesh:

Sense Marines: Tarthiel

Shadow Warriors: Curuwenu

Slaanesh's Chosen: Maraneil

Lords of Sense: Maeil
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Tzeench:

Masters of Mutation: Marendus

Lords of Change: Killourne

Adeptus Arcanus: Terrefine

Lords of Magick: Kurne

"I come here to see you, Black Emperor.I am he who would be your brother in Chaotic alliance.Around me are those who I have lifted up beyond all recognition from the mortals they were, and the son gifted to me by pure Chaos.We come to show you the fleet we bring to your banner."
A hololithic pod in Ra II's hand came to life, displaying the results of the constant production in Ankhmeti factories, fuelled by the ruin of a thousand worlds.

Capital ships:

10 Imperator class capital ships

2 Ra class fortresses

Battleships:

50 Retribution class battleships

100 Vengeance Grand Cruisers

200 Falchion class escorts

Misc Small ships:

300 Dauntless Light cruisers

300 Cobra mini-destroyers

4000 Shark class assault boats

40,000 Gothic class mines

2000 Starhawk bombers

5000 Fury class interceptors

"As you can see, we bring more than 10,000 ships to the cause, with hundreds more arriving every month, and hundreds being built on the forge worlds.And, as a very special gift, we give you 10 of the 50 Ankhmeti warlord Titans.Our Titan factories can only build one per decade so..That is a lot."


ooc:All info should be on the GW site :)

OOC: Kool, except the Blackstones in NS are all accounted for.

IC:
"Excellent most glorious ally. Then it is settled, we are henceforth brothers in Chaos, and in blood. We are united, never to be torn asunder. We are gods amongst men...And our reign shall be terrible and beautiful as sin." He cackled.
"Now; let us plan....Feast and decide. There is much much work to be done."

ooc:Except Ankhmet found an STC, and remember, they carry the secret of humanity's technology from the height of the dark age, we could very well have squandered our resources on a few:), anyway, changed.

OOC: Except mankind didn't make the Talismans of Vaul :P

ooc:Err..Umm...YOU SMELL OF POO!

OOC: Lol, anyways; BUMP!
And on with the RP

OOC: OOC: Except mankind didn't make the Talismans of Vaul :P
I know, stupid eldar, trying to resist the C'tan.

Anyway, my grey seer I guess wandered back off to the shadow, and sent messages back to the council. Sorry for not responding, it jumped so many pages that i only skimmed to see if i was mentioned.

"Who shall we first smite?" asked Revan, leaning on the table, a twisted smile on his face.

The Emperor chuckled and sat on his throne; smirking wryly as he beckoned with power claw clad hand.
"Come forth, Men of Doom." He looked to the Dooman delegates.
"Come forward, children of Destiny; Skaven" He gestured to the rat-men.
"Come forward, Blood of Nurgle." He gestured to the Ankhmet's
He reached out to the divided world; far from them and screamed his command.
"Unite with us, Children of the Empress!"
Then he rose and thrust his bleeding hand to the sky
"Come forth, all who would serve the infernal powers of the Warp; come and let us found today a new alliance....a new unity of Chaos! And with it; we shall burn the very stars out of existence!"

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"As a symbolic act, going back thousands of years tot he primeval days of Ankhmet, we offer you the Banner of Ra, bloodline of Nurgle himself. As long as you posess that banner, the people of Ankhmet will be allies to the end of Chronosia, to our very extinction by the foul Inquisitors."
Ra handed the great banner of the House of Ra, blood of Nurgle towards the Empreor, waiting for it to be accepted.

The Emperor took the banner and smiled, broken teeth lining his mouth as he moved forward. "Kneel; bow to me and swear allegience to the hand of the Gods; the Fist of Chaos; the Great Daemon Lord who shall scourge the stars of humanity....The enemy of all who swear allegience to the Emperor's putrefying light. We shall fight across time, space; till the throne of the Corpse-Emperor burns and cracks beneath our feet! We shall Inherit! We shall avenge!"

Ra knelt before the Dark Emperor, knowing he had chosen the right ally.
"I swear here, before my followers, and before yours, by the very unholy banner we wrestled from our ancient oppressors, that we will be standing beside the new Chronosian Imperium for all eternity, and that we will feast on the false Emperor's corpse, but we swear allegiance only to Nurgle and Khorne. Do not mistake that for an insult or provocation, but we swear alliance, not allegiance."
Ra stayed kneeling, waiting for a blow that he felt was inevitable, knowing the minds of greater daemons like himself.

OOC: I’m pretty much doing what Ankhmet is doing, I want to help, but the council will not bow before any man, but will still further the dark gods plans.

IC: The grey seer spoke, “The paths of chaos are myriad and twisted, our paths have all crossed, and this is not a random occurrence, as long as the paths are entwined, the children of chaos, of destiny, of inheritance, shall be at your side, underground, in the shadows.”

“As a symbol of our union, we have brought a chunk of the warpstone that began our race.” He produced a golf ball sized chunk of warpstone, but this was different, this was stable and gave off a blue light. “The union of the five shall yield the fall of the false and the ascension of the true.”

He took the stone.
"Excellent....Now, brothers of Chaos, of destiny, of inheritence....What is our next move, tell me where we shall strike and it shall be so....Let us begin the long war; let Chaos be in the ascendant"

Revan spoke this time, his face shadowed by his hood,

"There are many who would oppose us. Few are worthy. I say let them come to us." he said, standing beside his allies, his black armor glistening in the dark light.

"We shall see. If there are any worthy; they will chose to face us; the others will be as ashes in the wind...We will fall upon them as angels of fire; till even their finest cities burn to appease our will"