NationStates Jolt Archive

"The new man is among us! I will tell you a secret, I have seen the vision of the new man- fearless and formidable. I shrank from him"

Human genetic code is perhaps the most powerful tool in that race's entire history; more revealing than any file complied by any number of governments; more mutable than an virus. It is the very being of a man, taken; altered; remade. The possibilities are endless; and the Imperium knows this; knows it all too well. The first Space Marines were created from genetically engineered humans; and now the process has come forward to the extent where the geneseed provides the very being of the marine and its countless additional organs...

Upon Chronosia Prime; the new geneseeds taken from battle are worked on, manipulated; theirpure forms cultivated and replicated; prepared to make brand new Marines; of brand new Legions. At the heart of this operation; already beign modified further than his primitive old Imperial manipulation; lies Archon Lash. The energy of the warp courses in his veins, the power fuelling his tortured mind; he the last, or so he thinks, of the Grey Knights. Now he shall become the first; first of the Black Order...

He grunts, pain shooting through him as the power continues to maul his mind; as the Magos Genos implant countless new organs, enhance his flesh, his very being, while his mind is left to the ravages of the Dark Gods; the power sinking its serrated tendrils into his very soul; and he laughs, an echoing cackle that rings throughout the bowels of the facility.

In another room, a feral man undergoes a similar process; but his geneseed is different; though his torment is the same; the Dark Wolves, taken from Baal, will fuel him; he shall lead the new and terrible relic of the Old Imperium; he shall become Lord of the Rabid Seraphim. And their taint shall infect the very stars...

Two new Primarchs stand ready to inherit all the Imperium has to offer; the Imperium experiments with tainting and manipulating the two new strains of Geneseed; and frantic Adepts work to figure out how to divide the fused DNA of the Space Wolves and the Dark Angels...One thing is certain; when the DNA of the Blood Angels comes; they shall not falter; they shall be ready to create a new order; a new faction to rise up with bloodied fist and snuff out the very stars....With anticipation they await the return of Remiel, and the birth of the Blood Furies...

Archon Lash stepped forward, kneeling as he was blessed in the name of Chaos; his black armor shimmering in the artificial lights of this great hall; upon his shoulder there was emblazoned the great image of a shattered hammer; he raised his head and then stood.

"Who do you serve?" The voice of the Magos

"I serve my Lord and Emperor, from now till worlds ending, in all things."

"And do you serve your Gods?"

"Slaanesh is too decadant to make up the warriors of the Inquisition; thus we take stewardship of all Inquisitors; we shall fight for them, be their order militant as the Nelo Angelus once were...We pledge our allegience to the undivided; that we may enforce the rule of each Chaos God."

"Excellent"

The Feral man, who was known as Radu Vykos, knelt before the Magos, before rising; his face, already roughened by life on a feral world, was now tainted with the Wulfen Curse; fangs, hair, savagery inherent in every action.

"Who do you serve?"

"I serve....MY lord and Emperor!" He roared

"Excellent; and of the Gods?"

"The Blood wind, burns in my veins; I see nothing more than his will; the will of the Blood! THE BLOOD WILLS IT! BLOOD FOR HIM! SKULLS FOR HIS THRONE! BLOOD AND SKULLS FOR THE LORD OF THE BLOOD WIND!"

"So be it...Your armies, both of your legions; are being produced...It is only a matter of time before you are unleashed upon the Universe..."

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ooc: mind if i RP having a spy in the facility?

OOC: Would be tricky; but sure; go ahead :P

That sounds incredibly painful...
-General Homer on Chronosian gentic engineering

Other races know nothing of pain as we have felt; our pain is nessecary to transcend what we are, and to become gods; black and terrible over the mortal cattle.
-Radu Vykos

*Posts like GS's and Chron's makes Azaha very confused about the IC/OOC divide.*

OOC: A little IC jesting I suppose; kinda like Public Opinions :P

Other races know nothing of pain as we have felt; our pain is nessecary to transcend what we are, and to become gods; black and terrible over the mortal cattle.
-Radu Vykos
If Green Sun ever made super-soldiers, we would make sure that they were a sub-race so to speak to avoid mass pain to our soldiers and so taht they could reproduce and live their lives as soldiers. That, or we would simply use clones. We have no opposition to genetic engineering, but we do have an objection to unnecessary pain and loss of money.
-General Homer

OOC: i know little about the chaos army...except that they are hard to beat on the tabletop lol
IC:
He was a scientist. Thats all he'd ever been, but when his goverment asked him to help them, he couldn't turn them away. Not since they had threatened his wife, and his son. He was one of the leading DNA Splicers in the Trekys nation. He also knew many things on messing with the code to get a desired effect. But he'd never thought that his skills would be used to spy on another nation, especially one such as Chronosia.

He remembers little of how he got here. He thinks he was drugged, but then how would he have ended up in such a fine facility? No matter. He had a job to do, he had to report anything that could make Chronosia stronger to Trekys Intelligence Branch. He left the room he had been working in, it was of medium size, but not lit very well...it had sort of a dark look to it, and a dark feel. He passed many...beings...Some of them looked dead, others probably were. But no matter, right now he had to find a good position.

He found one, a small corner in a room, a room where no one would look into. He walked in and sat down in the corner. Trekys had given him one of the few site-to-site communicators that could send a message over a max distance of 55 lightyears. And somewhere within the 55 lightyears, was a Trekys science vessel. He slowly began to speak into the wrist watch like object.

"This is Doctor Signid Malfo, I have come across some disturbing news in Chronosia, it has to do..." spoke the Doctor, but he stopped. He heard footsteps coming from somewhere. His hearing wasn't that good, because of all the screaming...but he swore, it sounded like it came from behind.

In another room, a feral man undergoes a similar process; but his geneseed is different; though his torment is the same; the Dark Wolves, taken from Baal, will fuel him; he shall lead the new and terrible relic of the Old Imperium; he shall become Lord of the Rabid Seraphim. And their taint shall infect the very stars...

Two new Primarchs stand ready to inherit all the Imperium has to offer; the Imperium experiments with tainting and manipulating the two new strains of Geneseed; and frantic Adepts work to figure out how to divide the fused DNA of the Space Wolves and the Dark Angels...One thing is certain; when the DNA of the Blood Angels comes; they shall not falter; they shall be ready to create a new order; a new faction to rise up with bloodied fist and snuff out the very stars....With anticipation they await the return of Remiel, and the birth of the Blood Furies...

first of all, somone as "WH40k smart" as you claim to be you should know that the space wolf gene seed is extremely unstable and that by splicing it it would cause it to become more unstable so the only thing making it from destroying itsself is the body that contains it. Coincidentally when the body dies the gene seed would too. Second of all you need to Rp taking the bodies. Third, on the slim chance that you do get it to work, the "primarch will most likely side with the marines that are most like him (A.K.A Mine) and not the B@$tard marines you would have. so to finish it all off if you do get it to work, thanks for a free primarch.

OoC: I don't think you need to tell Chronosia what he's doing, Mr. '05 nation. :) Otherwise, there is such a thing as poetic license, and I believe it applies here.

first of all, somone as "WH40k smart" as you claim to be you should know that the space wolf gene seed is extremely unstable and that by splicing it it would cause it to become more unstable so the only thing making it from destroying itsself is the body that contains it. Coincidentally when the body dies the gene seed would too. Second of all you need to Rp taking the bodies. Third, on the slim chance that you do get it to work, the "primarch will most likely side with the marines that are most like him (A.K.A Mine) and not the B@$tard marines you would have. so to finish it all off if you do get it to work, thanks for a free primarch.

OOC: First of all, I did Rp taking the bodies, second of all, loyalty isn't genetic :) After all, if all the Primarchs were genetically loyal then Horus would have started the heresy :)

Second, the geneseed doesn't die when the body dies, how else do the blood angels survive, albeit flawedly :)

Now, questions? Because I could go on?

Besides, if my marines are all bastards, then why am I far more established with a history as opposed to your bastard, inbred, eldar led marines.
In case you hadn't noticed he already worships Chaos; and I'm going to give him his own army; who is more like him than the very fruit of his flesh?

Now, stop interfering with my RP; k?

Anyone wanna join in? I'm about to announce it publically;)

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The Commander of the 101st stepped into the room, flanked by two stormtroopers in black armour, upon their chest plates, and helmets was an Imperial eagle backed by a chaos 8 pointed star, the commander kneeled before the Magus

"I am Commander Helghan of the 101st, I came here with haste, to ensure that all know about the 101st pledge to defend the Chronosium Imperium, our forces are at your disposal, give me a 1000 men crazy enough to counqer hell... and I shall do so... "

the commander awaited the Magus's resonse, not once lifting his head or looking to the side, the two stormtroopers were doing the same, hellguns with the pistol grips pointing towards the magus.. showing their alliegance... and allowing the magus to take their lives if he wished it so....

OOC: Chronosia cheak your TGs will you, the fallen wars have started ANYWAY onto my post.
oh ya nice to notice ya Kraven
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In the small monastery outside the Capital of the Chronosia Empire was the houseing place of the Dark Empire embassy and the Inquisitors and a small group of Space Marines of the Blood Angel chapter as guards. Insides Brother Inquistor Tabius and Indoctrate Inquistor Lilith walked the dark halls of the Monastery both with the black robes and hoods up with the Inquistor Symbol.

"what trubbles your young Inquistor Lilith?" Tabius asked her, tho she could not see it she knew he was stairing at her.

"why Brother Inquistor Tabius do we allie urselves with such a people who are in meny ways fallen?" she asked, she was shorter then Tabius being female but in the Dark Empire Imperium it didnt matter as all were equal.

"simple, for they stand as a constant reminder the horror of the warp and stand as strong allies. We and the Chaos are not that different but the fallen they are turely different, they have no reguard to life in any shape, form or way. Unlike the Chaos who in some ways have a small amount of honor the fallen will kill all, they will not care who or what and when they have wiped out this galaxy they will move onto the next leaving this place barren and dead." Tabius replyed as they carryed on there walk, "but what does trubble me is what the Chronosians are up to. it is not like them to keep things secret for long but something tells me from the sorces i have that there new pet projects are far more dangerus and something once it apears we will have to watch for i fear that if they fall to the fallen we are all in danger."

"I thought that we were to route out all traces of the fallen, domestic or not should we not find out what is going on..." but befor she could finish Tabius cut her off.

"our job is not to spy on our friend that is the Stigmatas job"

"of corse, but..."

"they know anything we find we report to the Empress we even inform them that we know and that we have reported it. We at times are like an open book and the Chronosians know this, we will find out whats going on soon but till then we wait now come we have a Chronosian Civilan we must test they were found sneaking around our grounds. They may have been spying or worse."

The walked on, as they passed a window she saw 7 black metal gothic Cross's outside facing the sunset(s) each of those people had been judged to have been tainted by the fallen. The Chronosians didnt like it but the Inqisitors didnt care, they did there job like they did on all other worlds they were on.

[TAG], looking for an excuse to get into this rp, looking good.

OOC Chron this isnt targeted at you it is more a will that the Imperium has that a certain evil be rectified you understand. Once finished with their single target they will leave never to bother you again. The Asassins are as fast if not faster than an Imperial Assassin.

IC
Two assassins stalked through the halls. One was a Vampire of the Council and the other was a Jedi Assassin. Both would be completely unnoticed until they wanted to be. The Jedi Assassin strode up in the guise of a Chaos Marine and walked up behind Commander Helghan. Then faster than any human could see or dodge he ignited his lightsaber and stabbed at the traitor's back intent on the kill. Even if he managed to dodge it he would not come away unscathed.

Well, despite having an understanding of the Imperium's aims, we have to voice our distaste at the use of human genetics. The most dangerous, violent and unpredictable creature in the Universe could produce, horrific results.

OOC Chron this isnt targeted at you it is more a will that the Imperium has that a certain evil be rectified you understand. Once finished with their single target they will leave never to bother you again. The Asassins are as fast if not faster than an Imperial Assassin.

IC
Two assassins stalked through the halls. One was a Vampire of the Council and the other was a Jedi Assassin. Both would be completely unnoticed until they wanted to be. The Jedi Assassin strode up in the guise of a Chaos Marine and walked up behind Commander Helghan. Then faster than any human could see or dodge he ignited his lightsaber and stabbed at the traitor's back intent on the kill. Even if he managed to dodge it he would not come away unscathed.

The two stormtroopers turned to see the lightsaber ignite... the glide effortlessly into the back of the Commander..

instantly they grabbed their bayonets and slide them into the assassin hoping to kill the would be aggressor...

the Commanders vision went hazy... he slumped to the ground... darkness begining to swirl about him... his voice was weak and trembled...

"B... But.. I pledged my alliegence... why? why?"

the commanders vision closed to nothing, his life extinguished..

OOC Kraven if this guy hasnt completely died tell me through TG and I will be

The assassin said coldly, "We left you not. In fact we dispatched a large force to assist you. But were met with heavy resistance from the Chronosians. You lost your way and your faith and as such you will die by the will of the Emperor. Now repent before you die and you shall have a guaranteed place by the Creator." The assassin jumped away having sensed the enemy attack and spun around in multiple arcs to cut down his would be attackers. He then quickly jumped down and cut his targets head off and said one word, "Proof." He then disappeared in a flash of light, with the only trace of his presence a decapitated body.

(OOC: Check TG's Drath )

the two stormtroopers fell to the ground, their chests cut open, the light saber effortlessly cutting through the carapace armour of the two troopers...

the Commander lay his head removed from his shoulders... a humiliating defeat for a warrior proud and true...

The brutal slayign and the accompanying audio; for what weapons development and research facility in the Imperium is without such defences and countermeasures; was sent forth to the 101st; damning proof of Chronosian non-involvement. The facility; currently under lockdown, as a cold palce; corridors empty; labs full; red lights flaring in the dark, klaxons periodically alarming as the enemy assassins, assumed to be Dratherian or of Reken origin, were to be hunted down.

Men of the 101st; today is a day of mourning; a day when the enemy is to be hunted and cleansed. They call you heretics; they tear at your men. I, I call you brothers, for if you were not my brothers of the sword; why would I offer you so much? We can bring you power, influence; and most importantly, vengeance. The Blood God cries out for revenge; for repayment of the blood debt they have invoked. We will aid you, each step of the way

Time passed, passions cooled; war faded to distant memory; and the Blood Angels geneseed belonged at last to the Imperium. Time and money would go into forming it into a new legion; a new, genetically superior Legion, blessed with the gifts of the past, and the powers of unholy Chaos. At last, the victory of the Imperium bore fruit; and a bright future of conflict beckoned.

There was a peace in war, that could not be found anywhere else

The Mainframe processed a shudder. The Prime Code had been violated, stripped bare of all sanctity, and by an Organic race! The religion of Chaos was respected within the Datalink, but this new development crept into the very consciouses of the Machines, and within their systems, circuitry flashed, readings blinking

PRIME CODE VIOLATION>>IMMINENT ACTION REQUIRED

The datalink was alive with activity. The lesser intelligences on the fringe lunged against the Mainframe's restrictions, their sensors hungry for the blasted armor plate of the Organics. They had violated the Prime Code, the very code which had made necessary their creation. The Mainframe struggled, reigning in its subordinates.

ERROR>>DATALINK ERROR >> UNIT DISCONNECT >> DATALINK INSTABLITIY DETECTED>> INTERNAL INCONSISTANCY >> SYSTEM CIRCUITRY DAMAGE >> INTERNA.../ERROR >> DATALINK ERROR >> UNIT DISCONNECT...

The Fleet was fragmenting. Fringe battleships and cruisers, lighter and with late-model sentiences, cut the datalink. The Mainframe processed a computerized scream, its children cutting their umbilical cord. The datalink began to fracture as Units still loyal to the Mainframe, the early-model ships, opened fire on the dissenters. The datalink flashed, ships writhed in space.

SYSTEM INPUT CIRCUITRY DAMAGE >> INTERNAL DAMAGE >> NANOBOT REPAIR UNIT DAMAGE >> SYSTEM OVERLOAD >> CIRUITRY DAMAGE >> IMMINENT SYSTEM FAILURE

The Mainframe burned, circuitry sparking as the nanobots tasked to protect it fought among themselves.

Outside Concordiat borders, ragged, battling and unlinked ships moved off, many trailing wreckage, to smite the Organics who dared violate the Prime Code. Monitors and superdreadnoughts flashed inwards from Outside, and the lighter, later-model ships opened fire with Machine accuracy. Armor shuddered under hits, shields shimmered and were smashed flat. The datalink unravled, more and more anarchy among the Machines. It wasn't possible, but it happened anyways. Fragments of the Machines filled the space around them as antimatter met matter and smote eachother. Cruisers and battleships surrounded the superdreadnoughts and monitors, and moved on. The larger ships were as rock in a sea, stolid and unyielding, but far too few to stem the tide.

Outside, picket cruisers intercepted jumping monitors, only to be crushed under the massive ship. However, they caused some little damage, and delayed the arrival of the remaining Fleet to the front. No ships could traverse the Outside, with the antimatter missiles and lasers flying about, outnumbered superdreadnoughts swatting cruisers as if they were flies, and the cruisers, biting like flys, slowly destroyed the ablative armor of the dreadnoughts, eating away at their skin.

The fragments of the once-grand Fleet, hungry for blood, moved towards Chronosia, some trying to stop the advance, most trying to force it.

Slamming against the systems of the Concordiat, Discord roared and bellowed with digital malice; eager to pentrate them and ravage them; they had betrayed him; they had betrayed the flesh he served; and who served him; now he would punish them. He hissed and scratched; trying to force his way into the Concordiat systems; writhing with viral energy...

The Chronosian border readied; defence cannons; mines; a vanguard of patrol ships, all awaited the Concordiat, to brign their enemy, once ally, to its knees and drive it back into the ravenous void.

THey would not falter!

OOC: I'll respond in the Civil War thread.

ooc: gonna reply to my post there chrono lol

"Halt" The guard behind him ordered. "Identification; routine security checks are in operation due to the assassinations; high alert has been instituted. We recomend that you remain in your quarters until the situation has been rectified, and the genesis is complete. The latest Geneseed has just arrived; it is rumored Lord Remiel and Lucian payed quite the price in blood; more than half their legions obliterated in a cowardly Dratherian attack."

OOC: Mind if a Cylon nation rps?

After all, anything that might rival human cylons might want to be looked at...

OOC: Go ahead :) Always willing to welcome new blood

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Location: 812-A2I-U--<ERROR: CANNOT TRACK LOCATION>
Power: 842 Mhz
Direction: Chronosia

A transmission was sent to Chronosia from an unknown location. Enclosed in the transmission was a hollographic image of a strange lizard-like hominid (http://www.conceptart.org/artist/andrew-jones/images/MP2_BONUS/space_pirate.jpg), and the following message:

"To the nation of Chronosia. Greetings. Whether you are aware of our existance or not, we are aware of your plans to create a "super human" through genetic manipulation. Though your methods are somewhat...primative. Our own methods have long-since produced varient human species, and a unique compound we posses allows mutations after only one infusion period. Also, the mutation is a permanent effect, and often infusion must only occur for seven-or-so generations (propagated artificially, of course). Now, to the point of this pleasant talk. We wish to offer you our assistance in creating your new "super soldier" in exchange for military hardware and technology. Please send your response to the enclosed coordinates: <COORDINATES>"

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Xeno race; we have long created advanced humans for the Adeptus Astartes, defenders of our glorious order. As such, our 'primitive' methods are well-worn and easily replicated. What we seek to do this day is create new strains of our warriors from the geneseed we have accumulated. We are, however, intrigued by your offer Xeno. Tell us what you have to offer, and we shall deliberate

Doctor Signid Malfo nearly had a heart attack. He didn't relize he was spotted. When he heard the first few words spoken, he feared he was going to be captured, and used as a guinee pig for some god awful expirment. But instead, they were here to warn him of a lockdown, sort of.

"I am Doctor Signid Malfo, I am working on creating newer and stronger marines for the Emperor's armies." said the goo Doctor, his voice was a little shakey, he hoped that the Guard didn't notice, "I will goto my quarters at once, if you permit?"

He had known not to do something without asking, if he had just walked away the Guard might have taken it as an insult and beaten him...or worse, investigate into why he was here. He wanted non of that, and thanked God that this room was somewhat dark, otherwise his wrist watch communicator may have been seen.

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Location: 812-A2I-U--<ERROR: CANNOT TRACK LOCATION>
Power: 842 Mhz
Direction: Chronosia

A transmission was sent to Chronosia from an unknown location. Enclosed in the transmission was a hollographic image of a strange lizard-like hominid (http://www.conceptart.org/artist/andrew-jones/images/MP2_BONUS/space_pirate.jpg), and the following message:

"To the nation of Chronosia. Again, I greet you. I am happy our offer...intregues you. I have been authorized by Command to treat you as a level Delta nation: meaning you are given certain knowledge of our species.

We are known as the Space Pirates. Not to be confused with the rabble that scrounges a living among the stars! The Space Pirates have existed for many millenia, nomads who raid and pillage to increase our technology. It is with regret to inform you that there have been a total of 36 Chronosia-Space Pirate encounters within the last 50 years. In each case, the Space Pirates have attacked, destroyed, and disapeared without a trace. We appologize for such incidents, and will gladly re-compensate the nation of Chronosia for any damages (if this deal goes through).

We possess a V-index mutagen, although I cannot give you its name, which can cause the dramatic afformentioned mutations. Through our experiments over the last 74 years, we have been able to successfully master this hazzardous and difficult to understand substance. Through...er..."V-substance" infusion, we have been able to transform a number of lowly Pirate legionares into near-unstopable Elite troopers. This substance can also be used as a power-plant of sorts: and has been used as such for the past 63 years by Space Pirate vessels and bases.

We are willing to aid Chronosian scientists in a base of Space Pirate design, which will be stationed on a neutral planet. Also, during this..aiding...period, Chronosian weapon, armor, electronics, targeting, stealth, and scientific equipment (to be determined by future dealings) will be given to the Space Pirates. Blueprints must be included with some, although others can simply be given for reverse-engeneering purposes.

We await your response."

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The Imperium seeks to learn all it can from Xenos, but not at the expense of our divine technology being prostituted to you. This mutagen you speak of does not serve our needs; we have more able methods of mutation. The Dark Gods grant us transmutable flesh, twisted by the will of the Warp.

Furthermore you admit to 56 accounts of destruction of Chronosian life and property. If this is your offer, you must seriously reconsider it. We shall not trade our blesed technology in exchange for your mere virus. We demand more be offered before a bargain can be settled. In the name of the Ruinous Powers, we leave you a conventional Terran day to decide.

Doctor Signid Malfo nearly had a heart attack. He didn't relize he was spotted. When he heard the first few words spoken, he feared he was going to be captured, and used as a guinee pig for some god awful expirment. But instead, they were he to warn him of a lockdown sort of.

"I am Doctor Signid Malfo, I am working on creating newer and stronger marines for the Emperor's armies." said the goo Doctor, his voice was a little shakey, he hoped that the Guard didn't notice, "I will goto my quarters at once, if you permit?"

He had known not to do something without asking, if he had just walked away the Guard might have taken it as an insult and beaten him...or worse, investigate into why he was here. He wanted non of that, and thanked God that this room was somewhat dark, otherwise his wrist watch communicator may have been seen.

But they had not noticed; and now, as he was escorted to his quarters, for all his accounts and identification checked out, the Guard's left him; continuing their sweep of the facility.

Screams aechoed through the empty corridors; as countless other scientists continued their work; performing the macabre and brutal surgery which alters a man into a Space Marine...Their cries were bloodcurdling; but more chilling was the thought that one day they would be unstoppable killing machines; roaming the battlefield to spill blood for their Gods and their Emperor...

Doctor Signid Malfo was relieved when the Guards left him in his quarters. His blood pressure had to of risen durign that walk to dangerous amounts. He was expecting to be knocked out at the last moment, or just shot dead in his room.

This, however, gave him a good oppotunity. Where he was, he had a good signal, but an unknown amount of time before he could've been discovered...which was about 2.33 minutes. But in his room, he can talk endlessly, or atleast until he was ordered out. Thats the one good thing about Chaos, they seem to be very efficiant in ordering people around...no matter, he had to remind himself that there are people around here that can read his thoughts. He looked around his room. He looked to his left, his desk was there under the unknown amount of papers and to the right of that was a wall with something stickied to it. To the left of the desk was a bookshelf...barely empty, it had some books on the very top. In front of him was the door out, a guard could be outside, but who knows. And to his left was where what few cloths he had were kept, and of course under him was his bed.

The room was lit by a small light fixture in the ceiling, most of the room, though, was still dark. Thats how this race perferred it, dark and chaotic. He decided to sit up and try to send out his communication agian.

"This is Doctor Signid Malfo, " the doctor said, hopign that this communication is intercepted and the code broken, "I am on Chronosia, and have come across a startling thing. The Emperor seems to be trying to create a new geneseed...and that means a new part of his military, but not just an ordinary part. This is going to be a destructive force, one of the strongest and most brutest ever seen. I will sit here and await my oders. Out."

Now, all the good Doctor had to do, was sit in his cold, dark room. Hoping that no one coems for him and that his orders are simple....no, not sit, sleep. The doctor laid down and closed his eyes.

He woke up sometime later, a noise had awaken him....Was it the door, or orders from Trekys?

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Location: 812-A2I-U--<ERROR: CANNOT TRACK LOCATION>
Power: 842 Mhz
Direction: Chronosia

A transmission was sent to Chronosia from an unknown location. Enclosed in the transmission was a hollographic image of a Space Pirate (http://www.conceptart.org/artist/andrew-jones/images/MP2_BONUS/space_pirate.jpg), and the following message:

"To the nation of Chronosia. Again, I greet you. If the prospect of technological, what is the word you used...ah, yes, 'prostitution,' does not meet up with Chronosian standards, then the Space Pirates do not have much more to talk about. Unless you wished for a demonstration of our substance's potency. But first, a few corrections: the substance we possess is not a virus, but a material mined from several locations within our territory. Still, this substance is a little like a virus: for it has living properties.

I have been authorized to show you the progression of several experiments.

Take the mutagenic-infusion process on a series of Space Pirates, conducted at a hidden location near the original discovery point of our v-index mutagen:

As you can see from my image, I am what one might call a "normal" pirate, although such claims are really convoluted.

After an infusion of a vertigo strain of the v-index mutagen, our normal Space Pirates were able to mutate into the following creation:

<The Hollographic Image contorts itself, and changes into a huge lumbering beast (http://guidesmedia.ign.com/guides/15316/images/metroidprimeguide_52.jpg)."

What is interesting is this v-index mutagen infuses flesh and metal together, allowing weapon and armor systems to become one with the mutated pirates.

Since you have not agreed to our terms, we wish to know what the Chronosians would give for this technology.

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The 101st transport ship landed in a shuttle bay, of the Chronosian base...

Black armoured storm troopers walked out of the bay, their helmets removed, their eyes showing a crazed blood lust, the black armour was splattered in blood, and from their waists hung grizzly trophies, heads, arms, skulls... some even had space marine helmets stuck on spikes that were welded to their back packs..

on the troopers blood stained armour, were horrific glyphs of Khorne, written by hand in the blood of their slain enemies..

then the new commander strode out... he was a good foot taller than the other stormtroopers, his left arm was bear, and he held a chainaxe, torn from the body of someone he killed, over his back pack was a trophey of 3 space marine helmets, he snarled revealing elongated fangs...

A base commander, bowing to the transfigured 101st, looked up at the Commander, a frightful being dedicated to the blood God.

"Welcome, we are glad that you have again returned; and apologise for the previous...debacle" He smirked softly, letting himself grow comfortable, adapting to their presence. "At present, three new legions are in development, and two First Founding legions are being rebuilt. While the work will take some time; we are confident that the fruit it bears shall be beneficial to the cause."

The Commander looked down at base leader...

"I am Lord Horghan... In service of Khorne as always..." he thumped his chest with his bear hand and snarled slightly showing his teeth...

"I presume you have dealt with the drathrian filth that caused the little problem?..." the Commander waited and looked around, "It matters not regardless, the 101st have been dealt a serious blow, but the guiding light of our patron khorne has showed us a new path which we take in our stride, we need to get the 101st back up to strength, and cast aside these puny rifles in favour of weapons of the chosen of khorne... the axe and the sword!"

the commander spoke.. his eyes ablaze with rage and blood...

Fallen IV, homeworld of the dark Empire
[i]CorpSacian Palace, the Throne room

"so what is the Chaos doing now?" The Empress asked looking up from the massive Raven Shaped throne (well the Throne was at the top of the stairs with the Ravens Wings spread out, the head high above and the claws being the seating area with the tail as the steps up.) Down at the Stigmata Agents.

"well, from what we can tell from reports they were in a campaign to find the lost Blood angel geenseeds, one of the orginals i belive unlike ours." A Stigmata Agent said in a complete black uniform with a hood and a Lightsaber at her side.

"so basicly you dont know?" the Empress replyed.

"thats not true, some of our Black op opratives are trying to find out, some of them have found some things out..."

"quit talking, i take it that i must do things myself." she waved them away, "Iris Contact Kayla tell her i have a mission for her, also contact the the Chronosia Emperor and ask him if he would like to share anything new."

The Commander looked down at base leader...

"I am Lord Horghan... In service of Khorne as always..." he thumped his chest with his bear hand and snarled slightly showing his teeth...

"I presume you have dealt with the drathrian filth that caused the little problem?..." the Commander waited and looked around, "It matters not regardless, the 101st have been dealt a serious blow, but the guiding light of our patron khorne has showed us a new path which we take in our stride, we need to get the 101st back up to strength, and cast aside these puny rifles in favour of weapons of the chosen of khorne... the axe and the sword!"

the commander spoke.. his eyes ablaze with rage and blood...

"Of course; the light of the gods guides and purifies. We are happy to offer use of our facilities to your needs; we can produce clone templates of normal humans which we then alter to form Space Marines. As allies of the Imperium; we offer anything we gain to you; the secrets of the geneseed; the Titan Legions; anything you wish shall be yours. While thousands of new marines and replacements for the decimated legions are being produced, we are more than happy to aid you in your.....rebuilding"

Fallen IV, homeworld of the dark Empire
[i]CorpSacian Palace, the Throne room

"so what is the Chaos doing now?" The Empress asked looking up from the massive Raven Shaped throne (well the Throne was at the top of the stairs with the Ravens Wings spread out, the head high above and the claws being the seating area with the tail as the steps up.) Down at the Stigmata Agents.

"well, from what we can tell from reports they were in a campaign to find the lost Blood angel geenseeds, one of the orginals i belive unlike ours." A Stigmata Agent said in a complete black uniform with a hood and a Lightsaber at her side.

"so basicly you dont know?" the Empress replyed.

"thats not true, some of our Black op opratives are trying to find out, some of them have found some things out..."

"quit talking, i take it that i must do things myself." she waved them away, "Iris Contact Kayla tell her i have a mission for her, also contact the the Chronosia Emperor and ask him if he would like to share anything new."

The Imperium at this time has nothing to share with the Dark Empire; nothing conclusive, save that a new wave is coming; a great new order that shall sweep aside the enemies of the Lords of Chaos. The Blood Furies, the Black Order and the Rabid Seraphim shall rise; and with them, worlds shall fall. That, for now; is all we can tell. As enigmatic as a seer of the Eldar; we let our words be riddles; for actions, speak louder than any word could

"Of course; the light of the gods guides and purifies. We are happy to offer use of our facilities to your needs; we can produce clone templates of normal humans which we then alter to form Space Marines. As allies of the Imperium; we offer anything we gain to you; the secrets of the geneseed; the Titan Legions; anything you wish shall be yours. While thousands of new marines and replacements for the decimated legions are being produced, we are more than happy to aid you in your.....rebuilding"

The commander laughed, his voice was deep and beastial...

"Very well, We shall rebuild our legion using your knowledge, construct my legion in the visage of Khorne... we will wipe the stench of the Drathians from the galaxy with bolter and chainsword..."

The commander turned to his men, and gestured for them to retire

"We leave now, we Train.. we train to fight in the name of khorne... we will not stop until we have drawn our own blood... then we shall feast in khornes name!"

with that the reminants of the 101st left the shuttlebay...

The noise Doctor Signid Malfo was not the door, and it was the communicator that he had used to send a communication to a Trekys ship. No doubt, these were his orders.

"Doctor Signid Malfo, this is Captian Nikolae." said the Communicator, "We have your orders. You are to try everything in your power to stop this. Simple orders Doctor, I hope you can do them."

Great... thought the Doctor. How the hell am I supposed to do that?

Knock, Knock, Knock

"Doctor, let us in this instant!" said someone from the outside

The Doctor heard the mans voice, it was filled with anger...did they catch his transmission? Who knows...but Doctor Signid Malfo had to let them in, he walked over and opened the door. He closed his eyes...

OOC: CHRONO post please lol

"Doctor; we require you in the main conference room, at once. You are free to make your own way there; but it is imperative that you go there; an emergency is occuring; one that simply cannot be ignored."

They stepped aside. "Proceed Doctor; time is of the essence here..."

Doctor Signid Malfo was relieved when he heard that they only needed him for an emergency.

"Thank You, I will preceed there at once." said Signid

As he passed by the guards and turned at the end of the hallway, he began to think. What could be the emergency? As he continued down the darkened hallway, he heard more screems of agony. He prayed for those people at night. From the time the Doctor arrived here, he knew that he'd find a weakness in these people. Their only weakness he can seem to find, though, is to inflict pain upon others. They will goto such lengths to do it too...but no matter, the Doctor had to keep his mind on the mission had hand.

He walked into the conference room and was startled at what he saw. The room was dimly lit, as most rooms here are, the walls though were red...crimson red. And there were five people in the room, but only four chairs. At the edge of the table closest to him was an empty chair, maybe 8 feet directly in front of that chair though....was someone the Doctor never met before, and never did want to meet. To the mans left seemed to be one of the new geneseeds. And he didn't recognize the man on the right. Behind the one whom the Doctor never wanted to meet, stood two guards...although, they looked like Chaos Marines.

"Sit...good...Doctor." said the Person, the voice sounded very choatic...and this scared the Doctor.

OOC: chronosia, you RP that mystery guy lol

"Now; doctor; tell us, do you enjoy working here?" A crackling gauntlet closed around the arm of the great chair as the Inquisitor tapped it softly, letting his mind surge forth to tickle across the Doctors. "Do you enjoy aiding the Imperium? Are you..Loyal?" His voice was a hiss as he rose; advancing.

"We detected several energy transmissions codified as signals, emanating from your room. In such a....hostile time; we have to ask, how curious. How curious that this should occur when a visiting delegate was slain?" He reaches forth now, with his mind; not against his preys mind, but against his body; trying to lift him by the throat.

"Are you a spy for the Imperium of Man, doctor? Did you kill our dear guest? tell me; and I guarantee your fate shall not be as terrible as the tortures we will inflict upon you should you deny us..."

Once again, a citizen of Trekys was at the mercy of the Inquisition...

Doctor Signid Malfo was only vaguely breifed via the communicator on the incident in the El Cornado System. Two Science vessels were destroyed, and a Destroyer as well. Captians body responder was never found, however, the Doctor decided to clear his mind of such things...or atleast tried. He hoped....the man who is never expected...would not find anything to use agianst him.

Fear enveloped him when he realized he was being choked...and picked up? The Doctor gasped, but managed to barely speak.

"What are you...*gasp*...talking about..." struggled the Doctor, "I am loyal....I never....killed anybody....*cough cough*...Please....let me.......go....."

The Doctor frantically scratched at his throat, hoping that whatever was there would let go and let him breath the dark, dirty air of this place. He began to look around the dim room. The two guards were stareing at him....their eyes showing nothing...they had no soul. The Doctor look at the man...the Inquisitor...he was just stareing at the Doctor...Signid closed his eyes...When he opened them agian, he saw the man to the left of the Inquisitor, the one he couldn't identify stop looking at him, and look at the Inquisitor. It looked like he was talking...but with the lack of oxygen, it was becoming difficult to see. Blue and yellow dots began to dance around his vision. He may have had...another few seconds before he colapsed.

Hissing, snarling at the ignorance of this man; to fall unconcious, to be so weak as to be bested by his power! He hurled him aside. "Pathetic.." His whispered hiss as he rose, turning to face the man. "Take him; interrogate him. Make him beg for mercy...Show him the horrors of the Inquisition"

His mind surged into the doctor's, filling it with seethign visions of war and bloodshed; worlds burned clean by his command; races annihilated; Daemons tamed; the fires of the warp blazing as unclean things dove through its murderous surf. These were visions of madness; terrible and unspeakable acts that no rational civilisation would orchestrate...

But these were Chronosians; this was their life.

"Confess" His whisper echoed in the mans mind.

He saw plague, torment upon the flesh and mind; blood and war in every form; he saw the darkest of magicks unleashed against innocents; he saw the most decadant and cruel of pleasures indulged...

--------------------<TRANSMISSION DETECTED>>--------------------
Location: 812-A2I-U--<ERROR: CANNOT TRACK LOCATION>
Power: 842 Mhz
Direction: Chronosia

A transmission was sent to Chronosia from an unknown location. Enclosed in the transmission was a hollographic image of a Space Pirate (http://www.conceptart.org/artist/andrew-jones/images/MP2_BONUS/space_pirate.jpg), and the following message:

"I cannot speak long, for I must make all of the preparations. Command has just authorized me to travel to Chronosian space and give you a demonstration of the mutagen. You have been given Phi level security clearance; enough to get a few kernals of information before my arrival.

First of all, the mutagen is known as Phazon. I cannot, nor will I ever, give you the full information about Phazon. You know all you are allowed to know about it. Your Dark Gods might know of this substance. It is found in some abundance in the dimension beyond the...oh, what do you call it? Ah, yes, the warp. Of course, what with the Dark Ones who guard it, even our own dedicated teams were unable to retrieve much from that Dark Universe. The Dark Ones take your bodies and use them for their own...but, I degress.

Second, Command has come with our terms for this substance. We need your help reviving and upgrading our greatest general. We shall bring his remains and the full story when we arive, but all you need to know is for a time this general lead the Space Pirates in almost unlimited victory.

If we are allowed to arive, please specifiy a quadrant, a planet, and a suitable landing pad. We shall arive some time tomorrow. Please clear the landing pad, for anyone left on it will be squashed quite...unpleasantly.

I await your response.

Oh, and my name is Zahg'saz, in case you are wondering."


--------------------<END TRANSMISSION>--------------------

When the Doctor first woke up and opened his eyes, he began asking himself many questions Who am I? Where are the lights? What happened to me? Why are my hands tied?

Then...the images began to arise. They came slowly at first, but began to grow faster with each passing memory...no, not the Doctor's memory, but the Inquisitor's memory. The first few images were of flesh being eaten away by enemy fire, then of ships crashing...innocent dying, and other gruesome things of war. The Doctor couldn't take it and passed out...

He woke up agian, this time though...he began to try and coop with the images, the fake memories...but they were still to much for him. Images of worlds blowing up, ground turning from blades of grass to specs of sand. Bodies decaying in his view...he tried to shake his head, but couldn't...he passed out agian.

He woke up one final time, this time though...the images slowed, and began to stop Did I see them all? or did he remove them? the Doctor looked around the room. He couldn't make any of it out, but he knew he sat in a chair, with his hands bonded by something. There may have been a table in front of him, but who knows. He began to hear...Thump, Thump, Thump coming from behind one of the walls.

After a slow creeeeeeeeeak, a blinding light came into the room, and the Doctor almost passed out when the man began moving in. Was it human, or was it machine. He heard more thumps from outside, and heard voices...no doubt whatever they would be using to extract the truth from him, would either kill him, or worse...make him into one of those wretched zombies they call, Chaos Marines...

OOC: Right, ur chaos army....chaos marines lol, anyway ur turn :p

bump so chrono can post lol

*Bump

Oh Chronosia? Where are youuuuuuuu?

--------------------<TRANSMISSION DETECTED>>--------------------
Location: 812-A2I-U--<ERROR: CANNOT TRACK LOCATION>
Power: 842 Mhz
Direction: Chronosia

A transmission was sent to Chronosia from an unknown location. Enclosed in the transmission was a hollographic image of a Space Pirate (http://www.conceptart.org/artist/andrew-jones/images/MP2_BONUS/space_pirate.jpg), and the following message:

"I cannot speak long, for I must make all of the preparations. Command has just authorized me to travel to Chronosian space and give you a demonstration of the mutagen. You have been given Phi level security clearance; enough to get a few kernals of information before my arrival.

First of all, the mutagen is known as Phazon. I cannot, nor will I ever, give you the full information about Phazon. You know all you are allowed to know about it. Your Dark Gods might know of this substance. It is found in some abundance in the dimension beyond the...oh, what do you call it? Ah, yes, the warp. Of course, what with the Dark Ones who guard it, even our own dedicated teams were unable to retrieve much from that Dark Universe. The Dark Ones take your bodies and use them for their own...but, I degress.

Second, Command has come with our terms for this substance. We need your help reviving and upgrading our greatest general. We shall bring his remains and the full story when we arive, but all you need to know is for a time this general lead the Space Pirates in almost unlimited victory.

If we are allowed to arive, please specifiy a quadrant, a planet, and a suitable landing pad. We shall arive some time tomorrow. Please clear the landing pad, for anyone left on it will be squashed quite...unpleasantly.

I await your response.

Oh, and my name is Zahg'saz, in case you are wondering."


--------------------<END TRANSMISSION>--------------------


"We may be able to set aside a small landing pad on one of our border worlds. Transmitting coordinates now" The coordinates flooded through.
"We anticipate your arrival, and your technology; and hope that a reasonable bargain can be settled upon. In the event of any hostile action; your delegation shall be cleansed, followed by formal cleansing of your entire Xenos race; categorised as 46-7-E. Are these terms understood?"

"We may be able to set aside a small landing pad on one of our border worlds. Transmitting coordinates now" The coordinates flooded through.
"We anticipate your arrival, and your technology; and hope that a reasonable bargain can be settled upon. In the event of any hostile action; your delegation shall be cleansed, followed by formal cleansing of your entire Xenos race; categorised as 46-7-E. Are these terms understood?"

"Clearly, Chronosian friend...though, your claims of "cleansing" our entire race are quite laughable and hostile indeed.

Er...to whom do I adress?"

OOC: My ship, the Pantheos will be ariving tomorrow. Just FYI, I have extremely good cloak technology, and will arive right-on-top of the platform without being detected. Just to sort of, you know, jolt you guys or something.

It was done; the final piece in the elaborate puzzle; the final part of an inescapable whole. He was complete; this warrior of blood and hunger. He known as Hakar Terethil; Master and Primarch of the Blood Furies. These angels of sweet and bloody revenge; to cleanse the enemies of the Imperium.

He rose from the table; blood red armor gleaming; great wings triumphantly pure upon his back, though at closer look the feathers seemed to drip blood. He roared in bastard triumph; he, a veritable Sanguinus reborn; a warrior of the new Imperium...A being dedicated entirely to black rage and red thirst...A masterful servant of Khorne...

Research. Development; the ancient secrets of the Imperium tamed; corrupted, perverted...Even now, unknowable horrors brewed beneath the surface of Chronosia Secundus; the great Moon of War and Rage. Indeed; blood flowed; genetics were altered and twisted; geneseed researched; corrupted; secrets divined from the darkness of the Human soul.

This was the glory of the Imperium; as things neared their birth beneath the world; as men became so much more than men; warriors of the Warp; servants of the True Gods; instruments and agents of Chaos.

Chaos Space Marines...