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It knew it's mission. it had been told, explained and taught since its birth. It knew all that would be needed and all that might not. It had been created for that sole purpose. It traveled though the darkness of its realm, a black abyss with no lights, no worlds and no stars. A cold, dark place where nothing has substance. It was a lower universe, a universe underneath another, one of light, worlds and stars. In some places these two universes boundaries were thin, thin enough to allow the smallest of its kind passage to the other. It neared one of these places, getting closer to it every second, breaching through it and finding itself in a new darkness. This darkness was different, it had light and warmth. The creature could not see it but could feel its presence, like a weight crushing it. It knew what to expect so did not panic, it moved towards its aim. It avoided the great lights that shone in this universe. It moved quickly, entire systems passing by in the blink of an eye. As it neared its destination it slowed, to avoid ships and other craft that traveled the dark with it. It did not worry about detection, because it was something that could not be sensed or touched, but merely seen. It reached the planet, its task lay on its surface. It moved quickly and silently, sticking to the shadows, getting closer to its aim every second. It arrived at its destination. The Imperial Place.

The Imperial Place was the holiest place in the Imperium. The holiest of holy, the God Emperor sat on the throne in the Palace. To gaze upon the inner sanctums of palace with out permission was punishable by death. The God Emperor was ever watchful, his psychic abilities allowing him to communicate with any of his subjects, anywhere. The throne room was the most guarded room in the universe, none could enter it without the God Emperors permission save for the creature that now stalked the shadows. It killed silently and quickly, traveling through the chamber murdering all, save the one it came for. Some of the guards attempted to open the door of the Throne room, to call for help, but the creatures master was not foolish. He had sent more than one. One by one the room was emptied of life, their blood and guts thrown across the room. In the center of the room, towards the back sat the God Emperor his eyes ablaze with hatred. The creature that had traveled so far, now climbed the steps of the throne. The God Empror opened his mouth for the first time in an age.

'How dare you come to my Throne room and desecrate it with your presence.'

'........ ............ ............'

'You took my sons from me, you gave them to the Chaos, I will kill you myself!' The God Emperor stood up form his throne, ripping off the machinery that had kept him alive for so long. The creature could see it in his breath, it knew without the machine its target would die, but it would take to long for what the creature had in mind. The God Emperor lunged at it, but it was too fast, the Emperor saw this, he tried to use his psychic abilities lashing out across the room. The other creatures fell, returning to the lower universe, it however had been bred for this purpose and it would not fall to such an attack.
It passed though the attack and ran to the Emperor. Its arm lashing out, sticking right though the chest. The Emperor froze for a second, then the creature removed its arm along with the Emperors heart. It bent down and spoke to the Emperor.

'........ ............ ............'

'NO! You will...Not succeed .... my...my people will stop...you.' At that moment the doors to the throne room blew open. Hundreds of Space Marines swarmed the room. They found no sign of the creature that had stood above the Emperor. What they found was the Emperor lying on the steps of his throne, his heart removed. Dear GOD, screamed a billion voices, The God Emperor is dead.

Ervin Meeker was just a normal chaos space marine. He had heard that the God Emperor was dead and the traitor Legions were going back to Terra. He was already in his quarters on the Black Legion flagship. Ervin was there when Horus had died. One of the only surviving marines, he was a terminator in the 1st Company and knew that Terra would be heavily defended by the space marines.
"Ervin Meeker, please report to the bridge. Your Captain is here to see you," said a voice on the intercom.
Ervin got up and dressed into his battle armor. Picked up his bolter pistol and bolter combi-melta gun. He patted his hound and then they left. On the way Ervin saw his old friend Marcus and nodded at him. Marcus was younger than he was but in the marines that didn't matter. They were supposed to live forever. At the bridge, he saw a few other men, all veterans and his commander, Lord Turbin. Turbin nodded, and Ervin and his fellow troopers proceeded into the briefing room. Turbin closed the doors behind him and the meeting begun.

Garret sat in the dark chapel, his mind still reeling from the news that had been received just a few hours ago by the ship's Astropath. The Emperor was dead, and the Light of the Imperium extinguished. Luckily, the Strike Cruiser Fist of Sigismund was within days of Terra, having been refitting at Mars when the news arrived. The idea of traveling even that short distance was perilous in the dark of space. They had seen at least two crashes already, and had narrowly avoided crushing a freighter full of Mechanicum workers. It was only a matter of time before the Muster was called. As if on cue, the Marshal's voice sounded over the intercom.

"All Astartes are to form up in the Assembly Hall for a briefing on the current situation. Full battle dress, all warriors are to be ready for battle. Remember, without the Astronimicon, a Chaos incursion could happen at any time."

Garret rose, already clothed in his Mark VIII armor. He slid his tabard over his head, settling it carefully across the broad shoulders of his Errant Suit, making sure it didn't catch on the neck guard. Then he slid his sword belt from the pew he had been seated at, buckling it around his waist, then ensuring that his pistol was loaded and secure, and that his power sword was charged and primed. He then began the long walk to the Assembly Hall.

The wind on Colcarra Prime was just a small breeze,that touched the face of a young man that was sitting in a three hundred years old Imperial shrine dedicated to God-Emperor.His eyes closed the man was sitting in the middle of the circular building with a huge statue of a man with a fiery sword in its hand...
Deeply meditating the man was almost dreaming...
He saw himself walking through a huge green field,full of flowers and plan life,forest animals were coming to him and they wanted him to paddle them.
Huge peacefull landscape with no end to be seen on the horizon...But suddenly a huge bang happened in the distance,sky turned red,pink and blue huge holes opened in it...The Field started to burn,thousand flames flew twenty meters high into the red and awfull sky...the man was disturbed with this images...but now he saw men charging toward the scorched part of the field,deamons started apearing on the scorhed part,men fought the deamons courageously but every one of them fell...the man wanted to help them but he was like a ghost,deamons and men were running through him and didn't saw him...after the horrible battle which left all men dead...Light started to clear the dark sky and to illuminate the part of earth where the brave men died.Man aproached illuminated part and saw and Eldar,Space Marine,Guardsmen and Tau soldier.

He snapped out of the vission and quickly grabbed his gear and equiped himself...

"That was disturbing,i must get to Terra,Evil has not seen the last of Drasius Felix..."

He grabbed his Hellgun and his backpack,and started to talk in his minivox..

"Charlie,our orders have been changed,we must get to Terra as soon as possible...."

It was time, Felix Marcus loaded his bolter and rechecked his Mk VI armor and headed out. Felix walked to his dreadclaw launch pod where he was met by the rest of his battle brothers. Felix was a plague marine and they always went first. He was luck to have survived his first campaign. All the troopers in his drop pod, he barely recognized. There were only 3 pods of Plague marines, the rest were normal Death Guards. The first company was coming along which was rare. The drop pod launched. Felix and his battle brothers were headed to Terra.

OOC: I did my reasearch lol.

The briefing was short and to the point. The Emperor of Man had been declared dead, there had been countless billions of deaths from the loss of the Beacon, and all Crusades not engaged were to pull back to Sol. Just before the loss of the Astronomicon, a message had come that a large Chaos force had bypassed the Cadian Gate and were on their way Holy Terra. Already, the Phalanx was on it's way, but that was in the Obscurus Segmentum, and no one knew where the High Marshal was. The Ultramarines were to far away to be of any help, and no word had come from the Space Wolves. It was a grim atmosphere aboard the Fist, but nothing could be done until they reached Holy Terra.

OOC: Er....Guys? Terra hasn't been attacked yet. This thread just deals with the death of the Emperor.

((Terra is going to be attacked by Daemons as soon as the Throne fails.))

OOC: The Emperor is dead. Doesn't that mean the throne has failed? Is anyone playing as deamons or is that also me?

OOC: Not yet guys. Me and Fire were talking about it, and from what I understand, this thread will concentrate on purging the assassins from the palace.

OOC: Can I just take control of some random space marines or something?

((Well, the Fist is still on the way, and that doesn't change the fact that a Chaos fleet bypassed Cadia... I'm not going to change that. If you guys want to, I don't care.))

'Our patrol is greatly out numbered, we can't expect victory in this charge, we most fall back.'

'If we fall back we will lose the bridge and allow the Chaos troops a chance at attacking our base. That can not be allowed. Give the order to charge and blow up the bridge once we have gotten across.' This dream, began the same way as it always did with Golokt'a. Each time he slept the scene played in his mind. He was the young officer protesting about the charge, destined for great things. The scene shifted forward, the charge had broken down into senseless hand to hand combat, it memory making him shudder in his sleep. He remembers his Armour locking, a lucky blow from an enemy damaging his circuits. He was dragged away, by the Chaos heretics. It flashed forward again to him sitting in a chair, his eyes open with fear. The knife moving closer to his finger.

'I've told you everything, for the love of..' He got no further, as the tip of his index finger was removed.

Golokt'a woke up from his dream. He was cold and glissining in sweat, he quickly went to check if his hand was fine. It was, if you could call missing your index and half of two others of your fingers fine. They had cut off the tip of his index figure each day, until there was nothing was left, then moving on to the next. It had been six years he was there. Six years he had lost everything, his commission, his love, his own independence! He was piratically snarling at himself in his mind. It was then he noticed what had awaken him from his memories. The door was being knocked. Golokt'a went to open it, regretting it almost immediately. he had forgotten his cane. During his time in the Chaos prison he had developed a crouched sort of walking and a bad case of atharites, to this effect he never went any where without his cane. Behind the door was a huge hispanic looking man, with a mask on his face.

'Wess havess him.'

'Good, I'll be ready in a second.' Golokt'a turned around and get changed into his black robes quickly. 'Lead the way Frost.' He and Frost moved though the city quietly and slowly, not that they would have too, being inquisitors, but it never hurts to be inconspicuous, though Golokt'a.

They soon reached their destination, an old cathedral dedicated to the God Emperor. Sadly it had been decommissioned during the Horas Heresy and deemed a place unfitting for worship. The inquisition were happy to pay the money to keep it unoccupied though. The Cathedral may have even been enjoyable if it hadn't been for the stairs. Every time he came he here had to face the challenge of the stairs. each step an agony, each one to smooth for his cane. It was his own personal hell. However he usually found the ending much more pleasurable. He started to ask himself the same question asks every day, why do I do this?

At the bottom of the stairs was a black door, behind it was one other inquisitor and a naked man strapped to a chair. More precisely one of the few remaining guards of the Emperor. His grounds for being here were simple, he had not achieved his duty when the Emperor had been killed. Golokt'a entered the room.

'This will go much quicker if you sign here and here.' He said as he entered.

'I demand to know who is in charge, I am a member of the personal guard to the...' He was cut off by a punch to the stomach from Frost.

'In here your position in society means shit. You are shit, you failed in your one duty and will fail in even the most simplest one I give you. Which is to sign this document.' His words had definetly had some effect on the man, his eyes were now shooting across the room. Fear was easy to recognize after living in it for six years.

'What is it?'

'It is a written document detailing you part in the treason that led to the Emperors death. I already have five documents that will agree with this all i need is your signature.'

'If I sign this they will kill me!'

'That is not my problem. Evidently you will die, the only choice that remains is whether you will die quick or slowly.' Said Golokt'a indicating to his instruments. At that moment Frost picked up a rather nasty looking knife.

'Fine I'll sign!' He said quickly signing the paper. This spineless coward. Even I had more back bone that his fool, thought Golokt'a.

'Well I'm glad our business is concluded. Frost have him sent to the penal colony on Jasper IV. Will you remove his index fingers as well please.'

'I did what you asked!'

'That dose not count in here, and believe me when I say at Jasper IV you will encounter much worse.' After all it was the place Golokt'a had spent six years in.

Varander, for the first time that he could remember, felt fear. Not only did he feel it, he let it consume him. For as long as he could remember, he had been trained to have no fear, and to overcome it should it rear its head. But...this. The Emperor...no, he couldn't think it, not even to himself. With the death of the God-Emperor would come the death of the Imperium of Man. Ten thousand years of war, bloodshed and sacrifice, would melt away. Without the God-Emperor's protection, there would be nothing to keep the forces of Chaos at bay. He could see it now. He had seen worlds consumed by Chaos, the heretical shrines of death and blood, he had seen the sacrifice pits where followers of Khorne tore the still beating hearts from screaming men. And he had seen the poor shattered survivors of the worshippers of Slaneesh. He had seen and killed countless Daemons, some of them men he had fought beside, if they were fighting the forces of the God of Decay.

But the tempest that was to come....this would cast everything he had seen in all his time of fighting the Emperor's foes into insignificance. The horrors he had faced paled in comparison with the death and destruction he foresaw. The Imperium would see war such as it had not seen since the Horus Heresy. When they learned of this, the Traitor Legions would advance. And perhaps, with their shining beacon of faith lost, perhaps more would join the Forces of Chaos. Brother would again fight Brother, the galaxy itself would be torn apart, and this time....this time there would be no God Emperor to save them.

He felt something wet fall to his hand. He gave a start, and held up his hand, staring at it in wonder. "A tear..." He said softly, shocked. "I have shed a tear..." And then he felt more coming. He could not stop them. He had never, that he could remember, cried. Not even when he had been near death after a battle with a daemonically possesed chaos marine of the Black Legion, when he had been inchoherent with pain and hoarse from screaming, had he shed a tear. But this....the God Emperor was dead. He would willingly go through that pain for all of eternety than to loose the Emperor. But, the Emperor was dead, and there was nothing he could do. No matter how many daemons and traitors he killed, he could not bring his God back.

And so, Verandes, Justicar of the Grey Knights, mightiest and most honoured of all the Adeptus Astarties Chapters, sat alone and wept silently for his God, knowing that for all his super-human strength and skill, for all his abilities as one of the mightiest Psykers in the Imperium, there was nothing he could do to bring back the God-Emperor, nor to stop the destruction that would surely come to the Imperium.

OOC: Er....Bump?

Golokt'a Had just returned from his meeting with the latest guard, when he received a summon from Grandmaster Sult. He had been in charge of the inquisition in the Sol system for the last two years. That was after he proved his Grand Master was a heretic along with any of the other inquisitors that might have stood in his way. Needless to say he was the most ruthless and untrustworthy Grand Masters in the Inquisitions history. Sult's office was at the top of the inquisitions tower, there were 98 floors in the tower and the elevator only ran to the 94 floor. Sometimes Golokt'a thought that Sult had planed for the elevator not to go up that high, just to unnerve his visitors and cause Golokt'a pain with the dreaded stairs. Golokt'a wouldn't put it past him.

'I'm here to the see the Grand Master.' Golokt'a said to the secretary.

'Ah Golokt'a, i was expecting you. send him in.' said a voice from behind the door. Golokt'a was ushered into the office. In front of him was a white room with a lots of mantel pieces. Mainly the severed heads of all those that he had proved heretics perfectly preserved on his wall. Golokt'a wondered quite a lot how he had managed to get away with that. The center piece of the room though was a table, made of something called wood. Apparently there were things called trees on Terra a long time ago, and by cutting parts off it you get wood. Strangely enough Sult had somehow manged to gain the last Wooden table in the universe. Behind it in a comfortable looking chair sat the Grand Master Sult, a welcoming smile on his face. Looks can be deceiving.

'I am sorry to have kept you waiting.' said Golokt'a.

'I don't give a shit about your excuses just your results.' said Sult his face still holding that welcoming smile.

'He signed the testimony and is currently heading to Jasper IV.'

'Didn't you stay there at one point.'

'Yes I did. I didn't enjoy it.' You bastard.

'Well, lets hope he enjoys it more than you. As you know the God Emperor is dead and the loyalties of many are questionable. It is up to us to make sure the corruption dose not spread.'

'Yes, I will work exceptionally hard to rout out corruption.' Maybe I'll find your dirty little secret. Golokt'a looking at the head on the walls and decided to keep any secrets he found to himself.

'Just as well, because I am going to send you your most difficult task yet. The Guild of Spicers, what do you know of them?'

'During the Horas Heresy they were crucial to supplying weapons to out troops during the siege. The Imperium has been relying on there trade routs to keep supplies with some of the Imperiums most flung out colonies for the last three hundred years.'

'It's good to know that you know so much about them.'

'That of course is why I am an inquisitor.'

'Indeed.... The Guild of Spicers have been skimming off the top of their revenue for year, refusing to pay all the tax and developing their own form of warp technology. It has become necessary to deal with them. Supply me with three confessions so we can bring these traitors to justice.'

'I will start immediately.' Golokt'a turned to leave.

'Oh Golokt'a, If you succeed I will give you Master status. However if you don't...' He didn't have to say anymore, his point was already clear. Golokt'a could already feel the acidic embrace of a liquidation devise.