NationStates Jolt Archive

The Emperor looked down at the city below him. He smiled, looking at the city below him. This was his home, this was Arrakis. He was born on Terra, he had once ruled the Tsurani Empire, he had once lived in the height of Luxuary.

Now, he was content to live in the Desert. He watched as in the distance, past the sheild wall, the Fremen moved along the desert sand. He looked down on the city. These men and women worshiped him, he could feel their emotions in the warp. They lived off the spice. He laughed for a moment. Arrakis was weak.

When he had arrived back from the Eye, he had come back changed. He had no longer any patience for those weaklings that made up the cults. He was sick of those who where filled with the water fatness. He would Change this place. He laughed, looking down on the city.

All over, for the last Year, his word was slowly rising. HE told them that the way to heven was Plesure. To let yourself go on the Material would let your soul free. The Excess that people had begun consuming the spice was incdedible, the population of Arrakeen was slowly draining away the spice, ever so slowly, they where killing themselves.

The Fremen where also advancing. His chosen where progressing. He had begun implanting them with the Space Marine Gene seed, the Hybird he had created for himself. HE had been the first to undergo the operation, and his sucess had led to the order all Fremen where to take it. They had readily accepted, and the Fremen would soon become the Mightyest warriors The Imperium.

YEt even more was good to accept. The Guild was becoming obsoleat, no longer did he have their scheaming to content with, when the spice dried up, they would all die out, and his power would be established and firm. No one would be able to take his forces apart. Soon, with the Will of Slaanesh, his plans would come into fuiltration.

He would rise to Daemonhood, he would rise above those below him. He would have POWER!

Three months pass without notice in the time scale of the universe. But for a single world, it can change the world. The World of Arrakis was run dry. The Spice no longer flowed. Worse yet, or better yet, on your point of veiw, the Sorcerers of the Emperor where spreading the will for those who had the addiction.

-:Suicide will lessen the pain:-

This was in the minds of everyone, and the Emperor knew it. It was his will that they would do it as such. First, the riots had begun in the Eastern Sector, then the riot had rised to a rebellion. He and his council had moved into the corridors of the palace, and let the Palace sheild keep them safe.

He laughed. Before him, the city was dissolving into nothing but pure excess. Ritual suicide was being done in all quaters, he could feel it! He could feel the power of the god swelling in him. He smiled, let the gods give him Dameonhood.

"Begin the Operation Arkiss" he said to the cyborg next to him. The Man/machine nodded, and its right eye went distant as it processed the order to the ship above. All across the city, his troops would fall back to the palace. They would be safe within the cofines of the sheild.

The emperor looked on in anticipation. As his troops gave signals, he nodded to the Cyborg once more.

"Lets end this!" he said in anticipation. The order went out...

...a ship in orbit of the planet, a Zeus class crusier. The craft waited, then let loose a single torpedo. This was the Blue Rinse, the single most devistating weapon against Biological Products in the Imperial arsonal. As the torpedo began to drop, it glew. White hot, trailing blue liquid. As it approched the city below, it was growing, it began to draw closer to the city below.

Then it let itself loose.

It began simply as a spark, but then the true power began. People in the streets, those that refused to kill themselves, those who rioted for the spice essance, began to die. Their bodies began to melt. Then, a spark let loose, and a firestorm was unleashed upon the city below. He laughed, the entire city died in that moment. The screams in the warp where astronomical. Slaanesh enjoyed every moment. But he was not satisfied. He looked at his searvent with anger. And then, the fire began.

The Flame was purple in colour, it burnt with undieing power. He screamed, his body burning away under the power. The pain was unlike anything, even within the sheer pain of it all, there was also the sense of plesure unfurfilled. He screamed in agony as he would forever be changed. Yet Slaanesh was merciful, or unmerciful, and let his one time searvent live. As his body lay there, he then fell to sleep. He was sure death would take him, he would be gone.

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His death did never come. He awoke, an immesurable time later. He looked around, he was no longer in the palace in Arrakeen, he smelt the air and felt mositure, he was no longer on Arrakis...he thought, considering where Arkiss would have taken his dieing form.

-:Naggerond:- He thought. The body moved, and he realised his pain had gone. He looked upon his flesh, and he wore some form of metal. What it was, he did not know, but he knew it was not of natural power.

A sound on far wall, a pannel rising up, and he knew that longer had past then he thought. Arkiss came from the wall, his body was much more uneaven. He no longer could pass as a human, he was not geared to. He was geared to be a Warrior. Apon his head was the mark of Khorne, although it was a cruel represntation. He was about to ask when the man spoke.

"It has been a Year Milord. The wounds by Slaanesh are deep, and will not heal. I came here, and forced the locals to create you this suit." he smiled. "They call it the Armour of the Midnight Star. There are legends behind the metal, but that is of no essance. After the events on Arrakeen, and your dissaperance, the Grand Houses attempted to remove me from power." he smiled. "They failed. The Entire Empire is now as you told me you would change it, with a few changes to account for the House Rebellion."

"Then I shall rise on a new age" He said, smiling within the armour. "The Empire is now forever mine to keep."

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