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Erm. Just where exactly have you been? I lost the real you ages ago. I have had to made do with an ersatz you for a while now. sweat.gif

The sudden disappearance of his fellow Moderatii and Deathspectre was surprising, but not the most unusual thing to happen in the Liber. Aquilanus mused that there were far worse things...

Taking his chances alone, he decided to double back. If he was going to be by himself for the foreseeable future, he needed an advantage. As he neared his destination, he could see the door was exactly as he had left it. It was wise to keep it a secret, as it seemed that he could trust nobody, not even himself. Well, his other selves...

Is this wise?

If you have a better idea, why don't you share?

I don't. It doesn't mean that I have to like this though.

It's been a long time since we last used this. Are we even sure that we can rely on it?

Only one way to find out. Placing a hand on a concealed panel, the door opened silently.

Good. Everything seems to be as we left it.

The door closed behind them. Grime and detritus had obscured it from view. Only someone who knew it was there could have spotted it, despite the words above it. The lettering was badly faded, some letters completely covered in dust and other undesirable substances.

It read Pl t D v ce.

Having never been involved in this, I've always popped in now and again to see what new stories have cropped up but after reading the last last couple of pages I declare this should be made in to the weirdest movie ever.

Edited by Captain Juan Juarez

Well it's taken me a whole evening to catch up, but I'm back finally! Great (if maddeningly confusing) stuff written Brothers! :D

Hmm...now with these "alternate selves", I wonder how many version of me there'd be after all the Chapters I'd made with the Space Marine Painter and in my own exploits with the paintbrush and keyboard.

*looks up my old Excel file listing all chapters I'd made/painted/written about*

One hundred and eighty nine apparently. Loyal and Traitor. Excellent. devil.gif

Cambrius

Having never been involved in this, I've always popped in now and again to see what new stories have cropped up but after reading the last last couple of pages I declare this should be made in to the weirdest movie ever.

That would be a horrifying experience. laugh.png

On topic, I have absolutely no idea where to go next with this story.wacko.png

The 'real' fix to the problem still needs to be found. And the means for this fix to be used.

 

And where.

 

And how.

 

And if we fail, all past, present and future realities will cease to be.

 

So we're pretty close to the end!

 

But there is still time for some fun.

 

Highlanders will highland. Cormacs will beg at Cormacs. Brotherhoods will be broken. Aquilanus will join Ace in the shedding of man-tears, while I wail convincingly.

 

Good times.

The 'real' fix to the problem still needs to be found. And the means for this fix to be used.

And where.

And how.

And if we fail, all past, present and future realities will cease to be.

So we're pretty close to the end!

But there is still time for some fun.

Highlanders will highland. Cormacs will beg at Cormacs. Brotherhoods will be broken. Aquilanus will join Ace in the shedding of man-tears, while I wail convincingly.

Good times.

Oi! I don't weep. That was just those blasted mutated Onions Ludo insists on adding to every meal! laugh.png

Having never been involved in this, I've always popped in now and again to see what new stories have cropped up but after reading the last last couple of pages I declare this should be made in to the weirdest movie ever.

That would be a horrifying experience. laugh.png

On topic, I have absolutely no idea where to go next with this story.wacko.png

Aquilanus had taken his time with the room's contents. It was usually the work of Serfs to get it ready, but naturally, there were none around. One incorrect prayer to the machine spirit could cause unforeseen or catastrophic problems. No matter.

Testing the ancient equipment until he was satisfied, Aquilanus blinked up a layout of the Liber. There was a large concentration of Frater near the Refectorium.

That should be our main target.

Agreed, but how do we work out how "our" frater are?

Simple. We declare who we are, loud and proud. Anyone who attacks us afterwards are our enemy!

That might work on Fenris, but I'm not so sure about the Liber. We aren't exactly the most popular of Frater...

How do you figure that?

Well striking up a conversation with us leads to them always wondering which of us they are speaking too at that exact moment in time. Let's face it, it taxes us. How do you think they feel?

Enough with the...feelings the Space Wolf snarled. Let's just get ourselves over there stat.

Not waiting for the door to open, Aquilanus punches his way through, cycling his new found weapons.

Ooo! We have a...

Don't spoil it for the readers. The Space Wolf interupted. They can wait a little longer

devil.gif

By the Throne. eek.gif

I've just realised what a great opportunity this whole story gives me.woot.gif

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

There was a crackling noise, in the corridor where absolute darkness reigned.

The creatures that might once have been men scurried and growled at one another.

Then, against the bare stone wall, a ball of flickering blue light appeared, dimly lighting the pitch-black corridor. The creatures retreated from it, gibbering their cries of outrage and anguish.

The glow grew against the wall, and at last a Space Marine stepped out, clad in purple and silver armour. He wore a wide-brimmed blue hat and carried a sturdy-looking chainaxe.

The yellow eye lenses of his helmet glinted in the glow of the portal behind him as he activated his vox.

"Alright, I'm in."

"Be careful, brother," came the reply, heavily distorted by static. "Whoever's got the device is likely to be extremely dangerous."

"That doesn't matter. The bearer of that device has to be stopped... No matter the cost." The marine growled. "Aximus out."

The portal snapped shut with a final crackle. As the shadow creatures howled and began to close in on the trespasser, Aximus' chainaxe roared into life.

-=-=-=-=

Far below, in the depths of the labyrinthian structures below the Culinarium, Ace felt a shiver run down his spine. Azure Ace gave him a quizzical look.

"What's up?"

"It's nothing. I just thought I felt an opportunity finally being seized."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

If there's an infinite number of universes to pick from, somewhere out there I'm an Iron Warden. devil.gif

I'm gonna quote the old Transformers movie so much. tongue.png

If there's an infinite number of universes to pick from, somewhere out there I'm an Iron Warden. devil.gif

I'm gonna quote the old Transformers movie so much. tongue.png

You'd better! (I take it you mean the "proper" 1986 movie right? *eyes Ace suspiciously* ) laugh.png

If there's an infinite number of universes to pick from, somewhere out there I'm an Iron Warden. devil.gif

I'm gonna quote the old Transformers movie so much. tongue.png

You'd better! (I take it you mean the "proper" 1986 movie right? *eyes Ace suspiciously* ) laugh.png

Oh yes.biggrin.png

I've practically memorized the film, so I might as well put it to use! tongue.png

The more recent ones don't have a decent quote between them (that wasn't lifted directly from the old film) anyway. rolleyes.gif

Future Dizzyeye paused as his ragged squad entered a chamber, one with crates scattered around the floor, a balcony off to the right...

 

"Stop," instructed Future Dizzyeye, "This is the place. Form some cover around that entrance there. Be prepared for enemy armour." All the Dizzyeyes nodded, doing as instructed. Wolf Dizzyeye turned to Future Dizzyeye, waving his sword around.

 

"This is the place?" asked the Wolf, gaining a nod for his question, "I don't see him."

 

"He'll be here. We need bait though."

 

"Bait?"

 

Down the corrider, the sound of laughter and a scavenged predator echoed to the squad.

 

"Ready up." replied Future Dizzyeye

If there's an infinite number of universes to pick from, somewhere out there I'm an Iron Warden. devil.gif

I'm gonna quote the old Transformers movie so much. tongue.png

You'd better! (I take it you mean the "proper" 1986 movie right? *eyes Ace suspiciously* ) laugh.png

Oh yes.biggrin.png

I've practically memorized the film, so I might as well put it to use! tongue.png

The more recent ones don't have a decent quote between them (that wasn't lifted directly from the old film) anyway. rolleyes.gif

Such heroic nonsense... :P

Cambrius

"What. The. Feth." Dominus muttered, his bolter immediately training itself on the third marine. "Another face-stealer? How many of you freaks are there?!"

 

The third marine, whom Sanguinius and his axe-wielding twin noticed appeared to be wearing a purity seal as a blindfold, maintained his disarming smile, apparently unaware of his peril. "A great many, my aggressive brother. But we are not, as you said, 'face stealers'." He said, casually closing the portal he'd arrived through with a hand wave.

 

"Then who, or what, are you?" Sanguinius asked, finding his voice again as he beat his black-clad doppelganger to the question. The blind one turned his unseeing gaze to towards the Blood Angel, his smile fading for a moment before returning. "Put simply, we are the same person, but alternate versions from different universes." "Right, of course you are. And I'm the XI Primarch, nice to meet you." Dominus drawled sarcastically.

 

"It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, the truth remains the same." The newcomer continud, ignoring Dominus's snark. "We are each a product of different universes, some are so alike as to be almost identical, others differ so radically as to appear utterly alien to an outside observer.

My name, is Epistolary MagnusReborn of the Thousand Sons Legion, loyal son of Magnus the Red, Prospero and the Emperor."

 

"A Thousand Son!? But the Thousand Sons are traitors!" Sanguinius spat angrily, hand clenching the grip of his Force Sword, the blade humming threateningly inside it's scabbard.

 

"Perhaps in your universe, but in mine they remained loyal, which unfortunately, is less than can be said for your kin Blood Angel. There Sanguinius and his mutant cannibal tribesmen masqueraded as Astartes before throwing their lot in with the Father of Plagues." Magnus countered swiftly, his voice calm and even. "Wait, Magnus? Sanguinius?" Dominus chimed in "How do you two know of the Ghost Fox and the Black Angel?"

 

"That is irrelevent right now, what matters is that something terrible is at work here. Time and Space are warped here, and the wall between realities is torn asunder, causing them to spill into and overlap one another."

 

"Hence how we're even having this conversation."

 

"Exactly."

 

"Well say for a moment I believe you, which I don't, but for argument's sake we'll pretend otherwise, how in the Emperor's name do you know so much about it?"

 

"Mmm, I'd also like to know the answer to that."

 

"Simple," He replied, pointing to a small symbol of a raven's head, beautifully crafted from black marble, upon his chestpiece's collar. "I am a psyker, and more importantly a member of the Corvidae. We are a brotherhood of psychics who specialise in Divination, searching the threads of fate and time to foresee threats before they can happen."

 

"So you're saying you foresaw this happening?"

 

"Yes and no, I could see bits and pieces, but the nature of this... Anomaly, has blurred my foresight. I could do nothing to prevent this mayhem from spilling into my own universe, though I did foresee our coming together here." The Legionary said with a frown.

 

"What mayhem? I'd hardly calling the three of us talking 'mayhem'."  The Blood Angel cocked an eyebrow. "You misunderstand, neither of you have yet encountered the numerous foes that now prowl this place. The Oven your Ace destroyed was nothing of the sort, but rather an archaeotech device of some sort. When he destroyed it, another one somehow started tearing apart the fabric of the universe and now these fractures have opened up and all sorts of nastiness is pouring through." Magnus said.

 

"Ha! Sounds like your Ace isn't that different from my own!"

 

"You're not helping."

 

"He's not wrong, my Ace is no less of a troublemaker."

 

"By the Throne, enough! Get to the point already!"

 

"Sorry, anyway, basically we need to find Olisreden, I don't why exactly but my visions point to him being able to stop all this!" The others nodded in agreement. "Alright then, we should get moving. Which way, Prosperan?"

 

"Down this hallway and towards the nearest staircase or lift shaft," He replied as the trio began to move. "We need to reunite with the other Liberites ASAP."

 

A few minutes of frantic searching later the three finally stumbled across the sealed entrance to a long-forgotten stairwell "Stand back brothers" The Blood Angel said. "I'll get us through." His eyes began to glow as he summoned up his power, the gauntlet on his right hand suddenly white-hot with a ferocious heat, as if he'd just held it inside a blacksmith's furnace. "Open-says-me." With a roar of light and sound a molten beam of pure heat lanced from his outstretched fist and reduced the door (and the doorframe around it) to slag.

 

"Emperor's mercy, that's a hell of a way to knock."

 

TO BE CONTINUED

This was the fifth group of shadow beasts he'd slaughtered, and his initial opinion of them had not changed.

'Throne of Skulls, is there no worthy foes here?' the Infernal Guard asked, seemingly to the air.

'This way you say? They better be worth it...'

He ran onwards and turned around a corner. He was in luck this time, there was a full squad of marines, all with the same face.

The Infernal Promethean charged into their midst, cutting down two as he did so.

'Prospero Cormac, deal with him quickly!' shouted a marine in a long embroidered coat, who appeared to be their leader.

'Of course I will, Colonel Cormac,' replied a scarred Librarian.

The Librarian formed a ball of electricity in his hand, which promptly disappeared.

'Primarch's Eyes, what is going on?' he exclaimed.

The champion of Khorne chuckled to himself.

'I don't allow witchcraft in my presence,' he quietly explained before cutting down the Prosperan.

Colonel Cormac looked even more flustered, and waving a pair of heavily armed marines forward.

'Take him out now!' he shouted. The pair of marines opened fire with autocannons.

Somehow the Infernal Guard dodged every shot, before beheading the pair.

'I'm done warming up now, so give me all you have.'

Colonel Cormac ordered the remaining Astartes forward.

All four rushed at the Infernal Promethean yelling various battle-cries.

'Is that the best you've got?' he asked disappointingly, before simply stepping in amongst them and sweeping his scythe through all of them.

A bolt pistol shot glanced off his armour.

The Infernal Promethean turned to see Colonel Cormac holding a smoking bolt pistol.

'I understand why you stood back now. You have no real skill in combat compared to warriors like myself. Or did you think your comrades could easily deal with me?'

'Either way, I'll put you out of your misery right now.' The champion of Khorne grinned a predatory smile.

The loyalist ran at the Infernal Promethean, trying to somehow finish this.

The infernal warrior sidestepped the foolhardy charge, and plunged a combat knife into Colonel Cormac's back.

'Very sloppy,' he said with disgust. 'Your blood would only taint my sacred scythe, so you shall die to a simple knife.'

He stooped down and slit the marine's throat.

The battle over, if it could be called that, the Infernal Promethean started to gather the fallen warriors' heads and attach them to hooks on his belt.

Finally only the corpse of Colonel Cormac was left.

The Infernal Guard pulled out a melta pistol.

'You will never be a worthy offering to my god,' he said quietly before pulling the trigger.

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Who said champions of Khorne had to be frothing maniacs? laugh.png

His rampage has now begun, I wonder what the final kill tally will be? devil.gif

Edit: Just discovered a sneaky typo, it's gone now.

Edited by the promethean

As soon as the predator entered the room, the thermal rays of a volkite weapon seared through the tracks, sending the predator into the middle of the room with nowhere to go. A helmet painted with the shape of a shark on it popped out first, followed by the rest of Cutups' body as the pet scrambled into cover. Laughter erupted from the now broken predator as the pets' master leaped out from its' side, mace ready.

 

"Let the fun begin!" Laughed the Colrous, bounding towards a Liberite armed with a broken power sword. Cutup Cormac leaned out from cover for a moment, providing a burst with his bolt pistol to stop the volkite Liberite from firing on his master. The twisted Chaplain barged into Future Dizzyeye, sending the two spinning onto the floor, rewarding anyone listening with a scream of ceramite on steel and crazed laughter. With a series of flying fists, a few swings of a mace and the stabbing of a broken sword, Colrous gained the upper hand, perched on top of the Liberite.

 

"Shame I already have a pet, you could have done alright," giggled the crazed marine, mace raised in one hand.

 

+-------------------------------------------------+

 

Cutup Cormac let loose another round at Ghost Dizzyeye, finding new crates as cover with so many being ruined by the blast of the volkite. Things looked good for him and his master, one Liberite about to receive a death blow with the other distracted. Swapping out a clip, the pet raised from cover, letting out the whole clip, catching the Legionary in the leg and causing him to fall. He grinned behind his helmet, thinking everything was well.

 

A howl and the end of laughter changed everything.

 

+----------------------------------------------------+

 

Wolf Dizzyeye charged towards the Colrous, plasma being sent straight into the crazed marines' arm. The mace fell onto the floor with a slam, the Colrous gaving out a laugh of pain, turning towards the new target with Future Dizzyeye still under. With a swipe, the Colrous' arm fell next to the mace, another laugh of pain came into the air, closely followed by the slam of ceramite meeting the floor. Before the pet could save his master, a volkite beam cut its way through the former Cormacs' own leg, making him flop to the floor and dropping his bolter.

 

"Good work," called Future Dizzyeye, "Next time, not so late Wolf." The future Liberite pulled himself up, grabbing his broken sword and pulls the Colrous up, moving towards the broken predator.

 

The sounds of screams and gurgled laughter and be heard all the way down the corriders as the bait is set up.

 

+---------------------------+

 

Well it looks like the clown hunt is nearly over :)

Edited by Dizzyeye
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