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So much had been hidden from so many. Such things bordered on Heresy and at toher times had more than crossed that line. They had even kept it from their most trusted allies. The war and their dealings with the Republic had been but a carefully laid plan by the Imperium. But the time for that was over. Across the Imperium Peras reached out with his psychic force to deliver his undulating message. Sternhammer, Loki, Azrael, Adormange, and Tusanco were all contacted with the message, My brothers come to me we have much to discuss. Our meeting shall be in time...... In nearby systems to all those contacted Warp beacons called to the warriors of Reken with coordinates. It would be aboard the Star Fort Victus where they would meet Mercer, Kivpa, and Peras for this most fateful meeting deep within the Warp.

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As the leaders of reken recieved this message they met in the throne room. the room resembled mush of the one on terra, modeled after it to be a place of worship for the citizens of the world. Tusanco looks at his comrades to see they all feel the same.
'Loki and I shall go to this meeting with a small det. from his legion. the rest of you shall stay here and stoke the war fires in out mens hearts for I feel a great battle comming to us of a size I have never seen since the days of Naaman.' With that Tusanco and Loki left theirbrothers in the room and made their way for preparations.

The Victus was a mighty star fort that hung in the currents of the Warp for the time being. Aboard the only crew were that of servitors rigged in the fashion of the Malleus. In the grand hall sat a mighty round table with six seats open. On all sides sat the hooded forms of Inquisitors of the Ordo Malleus and at their head sat Mercer and Peras silently awaiting the arrival of their brothers.

As the Strike cruiser Immortal hand docks onto the Victus docking ring Tusanco and Loki depart from the ship leaving all but an honor guard aboard the ship. The party minds their way through the port toward the meeting observing every servitor in the ship as they pass.

Finally they reach the room as the doors open to reveal a mighty round table with six seats open. All other chairs sat the hooded forms of Inquisitors of the Ordo Malleus and at their head sat Mercer and Peras. walking in the honor guard spread out to evenly spoace themselves around the room as Loki and Tusanco made their way toward the table.
'our brothers will not be joining us for they are preparing for what is assuredly to come.' notes Tusanco as he and Loki take their seats.

Mercer smiled brightly, "Tusanco my old friend it's good to see you again. However I wish our meetings were under better circumstances." He pressed an activation rune on the table and a hololithic display came up with detailed views of the Dratherian territories, "As you can see the Republic has been positioning itself in overview places. There is currently a small enclave on Aquaria and another one being constructed on Eterra. We currently have multiple Callidus Assassins infiltrating their populace not so much for assassination but rather for intelligence. We are also rebuilding the orbital docks around Asurian Prime as well as our fleets." He steeped his fingers for a moment and said, "We thank you for your support in this most desperate of wars however I must reveal my deceit. Although not intentional it was necessary. This war was a farce. Myself, Kivpa, and Peras were involved in it's starting. After that however we only did minor things to ensure our plan's success. We have created the Valley of Tears on Aquaria. It is there that great things will commence."

He stood up and walked around the table, "We undertook missions and actions which we knew would lead to this war. We were abrasive in our attempts to aid them and were duly rewarded. We have undertaken great measures to ensure certain actions were taken by our enemies. Although the ending wasn't exactly to our liking it served it's purpose." He dropped his robe and stood in his form fitting battleplate. His armor was similar in size and appearance to that of the Eldar. It's supple form a deep black with a dark sheen to it. On his breast rested the mighty symbol of the Inquisition it's golden etching the only other color adorning his plate. He stopped in his walk and said, "Soon there will be an uprising by psykers in the Valley of Tears which our combined forces must crush. Of course this will require the manipulation of the Ordo hereticus but that is of no consequence to us. From the survivors we will have a new generation of powerful and unique psykers. All of which we have done has come to this moment....even the destruction of Loreiia."

a slight smirk ghosts acrost Loki's face.
"My juvenile little brother. i had forgotten you have not yet met those of my legion." States Loki as he makes attention of the guard that encircled the room. As if on cue each of the guard snap to attention. 'each and every man in my force has been chosen for their inate Psychic ability. To them my mind is an open book so they will know whats going on at all times. that is why they are here. I hide nothing from my men, nor do i give orders either. THey can read my thoughts wich is why i have no need to issue orders. They will be more than enough for this little assignment of yours. Tell me when and where to begin.

Peras let a nimbus of psychic energy play across his brow as let slip the tiniest smirk. He looked at those members of Loki’s Legion with a sense of pride as well as a feeling of competitiveness with his younger brother, “They are very………interesting Loki.”

Mercer looked balefully at Loki and Tusanco, “It will begin in forty years on Aquaria. There will be a large uprising by these powerful psykers. So in response the Psi-Lords, Black Dragons, Mantis Warriors, Sisters of Silence, and the Adeptus Custodes will be deployed in conjunction with your own forces in a four front offensive against the valley. They will not wipe out every psyker and as many psykers as possible are to be captured and taken to the Anthill for testing. Now for our next order of business we must discuss the future of Aloura. She must be captured and taken to the Anthill before it is too late. We will put her in stasis as we did Falx Carius.”

'On my travels here i had recieved reports of a rescue attempt by the still loyal followers of aloura. They captured a transport ship and escaped to the warp before they could be disabled. i do not know of her current location or condition. i have my psykers scouring the warp for them and will keep you informed on the situation.' reports Loki. looking to Mercer he simply asks, 'When do we leave?'

Mercer smiled at Loki, "The Templars Psykologis of Dratheria are currently trying to track her down as well. Likewise the Librarians of the Psi-Lords are attempting to scour the galaxies for her. They are all Delta or Gamma Level Psykers. Of course you would understand that Peras and yourself are Beta Level Psykers. Regardless it is imperative she be found as quickly as possible." He looked around at the assembled Inquisitors and dismissed them with a wave. Mercer had grown quite powerful in the inner circles of the Inquisition. Looking back to Loki he said, "We will leave for the Anthill shortly report back to your ship and prepare to dock with the Victus for Warp Shadow travel."

As They return to the ship Tusanco looks at Loki
'He is up to somthing,'
'I know i felt to also' thinks Loki.


As the doors close behind them the ship disenbarks or dock with the Victus. Walking over to the controls on the wall Tusanco keys the controls.
"Attention crew prepare for warp travel."

New Eternal Galaxy, Potanic System, Pilinor, The Anthill

Here in the mighty labs of the Dratherians Archmagos Genetus Wilic watched as the Warp Shadow jump was finished. The Victus was cloaked in shadows far above the planet. He looked up and wondered what the Malleus Inquisitor Mercer wanted here. He was in the underground hanger. The mighty landing bay was large enough to house hundreds upon hundreds of Thunderhawks and Stormbirds. He looked to a nearby corridor remembering the large fleet of Fury Interceptors and Starhawk Bombers stationed here for defense.

He reached deep into his robes caressing his bionics softly saying a low prayer to the Machine God for these blessed embodiments of perfection. Earlier they had an issue that had been kept completely internal however this was of little consequence to them now the Tech-Guard had been dispatched to locate the….individual.

In Space Over Pilinor

Mercer stood on the departure deck of the Victus staring down at the desolate world that appeared so useless but was in fact so valuable. He knew the Chronosians would kill to know the location of The Anthill and that caused a smile to creep across his face. He was still dressed in his battle plate and had since polished it extensively the Warp Shadow jump as it was nicknamed had been perilous and brutal. It always was but it was necessary to arrive there in secret. It had been a few days of travel but they had been hard on his body. His body was suffering again from the Plague. His system and cocktail of drugs had fought it off before but when he was infected it became many times worse in the Warp.

Nurgle and the other foul powers of Chaos despised him with all that they could muster. Entire armies of daemons and cultists had been sent after him following the death of the daemon, Y’Kara. Massive crusades had been undertaken against the Dratherian Empire and when at last Nurgle had tired of the extreme resilience of the Dratherian race he had sent a devastating plague to wipe them from the universe. Many had died but a handful had survived until the final battle between the Dratherian Empire and the Galactic Empire. Now he was the last of his kind.

He stood next to his personal shuttle the Shadow Chaser and waited for Loki and Tusanco to come and meet him for their departure to the mighty Anthill.

A small puff of smoke apears in the far corner of the room just after Loki enters through the door.
'Sar Inquisitor, what is your plan? and do not lie to me. for reguardless of how close our nations are I have no respect for liars and your nation will suffer for your deciet if you dont tell me everything.' Loki demands as he comes to stand face to face with Mercer. As the plum of smoke dissapears the lithe form of Tusanco shows in his old harlequin outfit.

'We are ready brother, tell us everything and we shall kill for you. Lie to us and things will not be so easy.' Tusanco says his eyes locked onto Mercer.

Mercer looked to Tusanco and said, “I will explain everything when we arrive at the Anthill. You know I will always give you the answers you seek brothers. And trust me I have many answers for you.” He turned and as he turned seven syringes could be seen resting on his belt each bearing the heraldry of a different Legion. Two of these syringes bore the symbol of the Dark Wolves. While on the others could be glimpsed the symbols of the Psi-Lords, Hunters of Darkness, Ice Phantoms, Seismic Fists, and the Hellblazers Legions.

As the Shadow Chaser made the descent to the surface Mercer sat in complete brooding silence. Then slowly as the Shadow Chaser approached the surface a massive hanger opened up beneath them. Hundreds of ancient ward sealed doors sliding out of place to take the small and deadly craft to the landing bay where Tech-Guard and Mechanicum adepts waited in a rather large formation. Hundreds of the enhanced soldiers and adepts stood in formal dress awaiting the Primarchs and Inquisitor Mercer.

Wilic was at their fore and moved in a way that it could only be a bow. He stepped forward and said, “Welcome to the Anthil my Lords. Come follow me we will head to the Primarchial labs.” As the Archmagos walked down the silent corridors of the mighty complex the whirring of his bionics was easily heard. He was a relatively middle-aged man a bright and brilliant adept of the Mechanicum and the leader of the Genetor Corps. His breathing was slightly labored due to a recent injury that he would not speak of. As they entered through the mighty sealed doors and came to a large round table on the observation deck above the labs.

As Mercer and the Archmagos seated themselves the room sealed and mighty protective wards glowed with power. Mercer was the first to speak, “This is the Anthill home of the Genetor programs of the Imperium as well as a few additional programs of high significance. Here the mighty gene-seed of the Imperium rests as well as genetic material from many of the Primarchs which currently exist within the Imperium with the primary exceptions being Loki and Azrael.” He removed his guns from his waist and set them carefully on the table in front of him, “So before we get started what questions do you have?”

'Besides the reason that you have those syringes of Darkwolf DNA on your belt?' Loki starts. 'What is it that you are planning here mercer? This is where i need to know what you have planned. i don't have time for all of that, all in do time, crap. when it comes to the essence of the Reken legions you will tell me NOW!' Loki finishes his anger now apparent on his face.

Mercer smiled for a moment at the Primarch's anger and shook his head, "Those syringes contain the blood of Aloura and Adormange. That is all they contain. As for what brings you here well I wanted you to see this massive construction of state of the art Imperial technology. The second thing is the matter of a rogue Primarch. Currently in a medical bay a few floors below this level rests Xavier your frosty natured brother. A powerful psyker in his own right brought low by another one of your brothers. One that has been unknown to you all until now. I can guarantee you that you will not find him anywhere with your Warp powers because unlike his brother Primarchs he is an Omega Plus psyker. An Untouchable. He is a large threat to us as he swears to defeat the most powerful members of the Imperium starting with the Primarchs." Mercer sat back to watch for the reaction of his allies.

'what do you plan to do with those vials?' questions Tusanco as Loki walks foward twelve paces and opens his mind slightly.

'Brother who has led you on this path you know choose?' he requests. 'Do not try to invade my mind or you will remeber what it is to see a mind much like your own.'

Mercer smiled casually, "They will increase my already incredible prowess. Although only for a short time it will also take an incredible toll on my body. The physical changes, the metabolic increases, and even the psychic ramifications are devastating. My body recovers faster than even that of a Primarch but I must use these sparingly. Kivpa's blood grants me enhanced senses and a steady calmness. Peras' gives me increased psychic prowess. Xander's gives me enhanced strength. Kailen's grants me enhanced speed. Xavier's grants me his frosty disposition. Aloura's allows me the feral abilities and keen senses of the Dark Wolves Primarch. Adormange's blood allows me the Curse of the Wulfen. These are all the things that these syringes of blood will allow me."

He steps closer to the Harlequin and says, "This is dire my friend for we are not immune to the effects of an Omega-class Psyker. He is more powerful than any Culexus Assassin known to us. His abilities will easily defeat our own no matter how powerful we become. He is anathema to Warp powers and psykers alike."

As Loki searched for the rogue Primarch Vagabond he would find nothing in the expanse of the Immaterium for his rating as an extremely powerful Untouchable made him non-existent but not ignorant of the Warp.

Mercer stepped up to Loki and rested a hand on his shoulder. Looking into Loki's eyes he said, "You will not find him through the Warp. However he stole a Battle Barge from the fleets of Falx Carius. It has an unusual Warp trail which we are currently tracking with the aid of the Fabricator-General himself but it will not be long till he strikes again this I can guarantee."

Opening his mind he sends word back to Reken;
Brother, we are following him yet this ship cannot handle the speeds neede to pursue him you know what i am asking follow my train and meet us. i will be waiting.
Looking at Mercer Loki smiles.
'Do not worry we shall find him. and when my brother arrives i will require the path you are currently following. He shall hunt him down and will take care of this rabble. do not worry when my brother is doone with him there shall be plenty of him left to answer your questions.

Mercer nodded and said, "They have tracked him to an area near the Maelstrom. That would be the best place to begin, meet up with the Omnissiah Blade there. The Arx Mechanicus fleet will be waiting for you there. In the meantime I have to attend a presidential function.....it's time to get some damned answers from the Unified Terran Federation. They attacked us and I want answers. I will visit my old 'friend' Maxwell Odessa myself."

Afew hours after Mercer and Loki's conversation the strike cruser Undeniable Fury comes to dock with the rest of the ships as they traverse the warp.

'Brother!' calls out Loki as he and Azrael embrace each other. 'what took u so long?'
'I had to get some of the first company and you know how touchy they can be.' The mention of the first company in Azrael's legion sends a chill down Loki's spine.
'I will never understad how u can stand to be around so many Omegas without any affect.'
'That is easy for one as myself. The training that was fed to me while in our stasis tanks showed me how do dull my knowledge of the warp so much to be classified as a Psi-class. but enough of that it is time to go.' After the excange of the information given by Mercer, Azrael heads back to his ship and has it depart only to speed off ahead of the rest of the fleet.

Mercer voxed to the Primarchs a final message,

Begin Coding. Correction has been made. New classification Omega (-) Class Psyker has been assigned. Good fortune and For the Emperor! End Code.

The Fabricator-General voxed Azrael,

Begin Coding. Meet at these coordinates (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13644510) we have finally tracked him down he has a powerful battlefleet in the fold. We must ready for a dangerous battle. End Code.