Collision of Worlds

[Janitor101]

This is a story I've had ricocheting around the inside of my skull for a few months now, so to prevent further pain, I've decided to write and post it here. It's bound to be confusing at first, just read carefully and pay attention.

I'm going to include a list of characters introduced so far in a spoiler'd section, I suggest reading it AFTER you've read what is posted below it, so you don't spoil anything for yourself, unless you like spoilarz, in which case, have fun.

Also, additional chapters will be added to this post for new readers, as well as posted in a new post.

 

I am not entirely sure about how to go about posting in the Librarium, so if I have done something wrong, I apologize and ask to be directed on how to properly do so.

 

 

LAST WARNING TO AVOID SPOILERS!

Characters:

 

WORLD EATERS LEGION:

Captain Valerius Agramos - Captain of the World Eaters 3rd Grand Company

Veteran Sergeant Darius Perun - World Eaters 3rd Grand Company

 

IRON WARRIORS LEGION:

Warsmith Ferric Aurio - Warsmith of the Iron Warriors 9th Grand Company

 

RAVEN GUARD LEGION:

Sorcerer Lord Icanu - Sorcerer Lord of the Raven Guard 9th Cabal

 

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THOUSAND SONS LEGION:

Sorcerer Lord Akhenaten - Sorcerer Lord of the Thousand Sons/Prodigal Sons

 

 

 

Prologue:

 

Part I:

7|472|129|M32

Subsector Mertorrus, Planet Threshold V

 

Icanu focused his considerable power on the archway in the center of the room, ethereal energies swirled around the room, faint voices whispered inside his head. Some of the voices urged him on, while others warned of the danger of the magicks he was dealing with. But the Raven Guard Sorcerer ignored them all and continued with the ritual that had been detailed within the tome he had discovered on the altar before the archway.

 

Outside the spire he could heard the sounds of war as the lapdog legions attempted to fight their way inside the massive fortress. Icanu didn’t care, even if the World Eaters and Iron Warriors fought their way to him, killing him would merely unleash the warp energy which would probably wipe out all life on the planet and probably blow the fortress he stood within to dust.

Icanu signaled for his bodyguard of sorcerers to throw in their power, the swirling of raw warp energy in the room quickly changed to a maelstrom of purple and red clouds. The sight was terrifying and wondrous, Icanu felt the life forces of his bodyguards extinguish and join the storm of power that ripped around the circular chamber.

The warp energy buffeted the black armored Chaos Space Marine, Icanu could feel the power trying to eat through his armor, but he kept it at bay and forced the power into the arch in the center of the room.

 

The whirlwind of power slowly closed on the huge arch, the archway began to glow a hideous angry red purple as the warp energy permeated the ancient stone and circuitry encased within.

Quickly the small warp storm that had whipped around the chamber was gone, the only sign that it had ever existed was the glowing arch.

Icanu readied his daemon staff and executed the captured Thousand Sons Librarian, the loyalist Astartes’ head rolled away from his body and started to unravel, within seconds only a empty suit of red and white power armor was all that was left. Icanu felt the warp power he was keeping locked inside the giant arch flare up and try to escape, but the sacrifice quickly sealed the energy inside the arch.

 

Icanu saw a rippling red and purple pool hanging in the archway, he strode to the arch, he looked at his fantastic display of power and reached toward the rippling gateway. As soon as his gauntleted hand touched it he was thrown against the far wall as a wave of raw warp energy was released from the gate, Icanu barely had time to wonder what he had done wrong before he blacked out.

Part II:

7|472|129|M41

Subsector Mertorrus, Planet Threshold V

 

Akhenaten and his cabal of subordinate sorcerers stood surrounding the great arch that even dwarfed the Chaos Space Marines, warp winds buffeted the nine Thousand Sons, but they stood strong, continuing the ritual. Akhenaten would never have admitted it, but he was not entirely sure what the ritual they had found contained within the tome would do.

 

Surely it would provide some advantage over the quickly advancing loyalist dogs, from what he could piece together from the badly damaged book, the arch in the center of the circular chamber was the key.

The tome also said something about the ‘gateway to infinity’, Akhenaten assumed that the arch was an ancient webway gate, possibly one that led to the black library that Ahriman endlessly hunted for. But the archway looked nothing like one of the Eldar webway gates, unless it was more ancient then it appeared to be.

The giant stone arch stood nearly thirty feet high, an uncountable number of shifting runes adorned the archway, all glowing with a sickening red-purple light from the warp energy the sorcerers were summoning.

 

Akhenaten began the second phase of the ritual, which he had intentionally not informed his sorcerers about, within seconds eight suits of blue and gold power armor clattered to the ground, their former inhabitants absorbed by the arch. He could hear the screaming of his former fellow sorcerers as the gate’s ambient power level increased, the sounds from the centralized warp storm slowly decreased as Akhenaten forced the energy into the gate.

 

Akhenaten gestured for one of his Rubric marines to bring forward the sacrifice, the mindless suit of armor dragged the armless Blood Raven Librarian forward. The gagged Space Marine hopelessly tried to free himself, but Akhenaten severed his head with his daemon sword. The head started to unravel and vanish before it even touched the ground, the warp energies intensified and fought against Akhenaten’s control, but the sacrifice locked the raging powers within the gate.

 

Abruptly the struggle of keeping the warp powers under control was gone, and the arch pulsed and what appeared to be a rippling pool of blood materialized inside the arch, the rune’s glow intensified, casting a sickly light about the large chamber.

Akhenaten walked to the gate, his eyes riveted to the shimmering red-purple sheet that hung from the inside of the arch. He stepped toward the gateway, but the second his ancient and corrupted armor touched the rippling tear in reality he was thrown backwards by a wave of warp energy, the Rubric marine that had held the Blood Raven sacrifice was blown to pieces. Akhenaten had a moment to realize that something was wrong before he passed out.

 

 

Chapter I

Eternus Portis

 

 

 

Shells screamed overhead as they came crashing down into the Iron Warriors masterfully built fortifications, blowing horrendously shredded corpses of Astartes into the air.

 

Captain Valerius Agramos swung his chainaxe at the charging Scion of Dorn, the razor sharp teeth tore a furrow diagonally across the traitor legionnaire’s chest. The traitor ignored the attack and leapt at Valerius, wildly swinging a chainsword. The World Eater easily blocked the attack on his storm shield and brought his own weapon back toward the Scion of Dorn’s helmet.

 

The chainaxe ripped through the ceramite armor and skull with ease, a spray of blood splattered Valerius’ white and azure power armor as the dead chaos worshipper fell, his head bisected. The yellow and black power armored corpse slowly slid down the muddy slope into a crater along with the other bodies that had accumulated during the fighting.

 

Valerius cursed the cowardly counter assault the Scions of Dorn and Raven Guard had executed. Already a great number of loyal Astartes lay dead on the fields surrounding the massive fortress the forces of chaos had claimed. The Iron Warriors had lost close to fifty of their tanks and artillery pieces before the assault had been repelled, only a small handful of traitors had survived and continued their harassment.

 

He turned to survey the battlefield, the formerly pristine rolling hills that had lead up to the spire like fortress had been churned up by the obscene amount of ordinance being fired by the attacking Iron Warriors and the besieged Scions of Dorn. Valerius’ own armor had played little to no part in the field of craters that stretched out before him. Valerius stepped back down into the trench and made his way toward his command Land Raider, where his honor guard would be waiting for him. He passed several Iron Warriors attending a Basilisk, in addition to multiple servitors plugged into automated weaponry, which spat death at whatever their auspexes decided were foes.

 

Valerius’ helmet vox crackled to life and Warsmith Aurio’s voice become audible.

“All units, the center wall is starting to come down, prepare to assault as soon as it falls.”

 

Valerius quickened his pace, exiting the trenches and entering the staging area where his Land Raider was waiting, along with the bulk of the assault force. He counted about forty Rhinos, plus half a dozen Land Raiders, the majority of the vehicles and Astartes manning them wore the white and blue colors of the World Eaters Legion. Valerius made his way to his personal vehicle and entered the open assault ramp, inside was were his advisors and honor guard, they had already strapped themselves into the safety restraints.

 

“About time you returned, I was starting to think we’d lost you.” Sergeant Darius commented as Valerius sat and strapped himself in.

 

“Not dead yet Darius, though it wasn’t like they didn’t try.” Valerius replied as he set his storm shield on the floor plating with a thud.

Darius chuckled and gestured to the Land Raider’s driver, who revved the engine, the 71 ton tank slowly drove to the front of the spearhead of armored vehicles. Valerius set the handle of his chainaxe on the deck plating as he leaned forward to study the small hololith, small representations of the Iron Warriors vehicles and units moved around the green display, while most all the World Eaters markers were clustered behind his Land Raider.

Valerius looked to the end of the hololith where the chaos held fortress sat, the fortifications radiated out from a central spire, which looked to be nearly five hundred feet tall.

 

The main wall of the enemy fortress was beginning to crumble, and the hololith showed sections of the huge wall plunging down to the fields below it.

“Assault force, go now!” Valerius ordered into his helmet vox before Warsmith Aurio could give the order.

The rumbling thunder of just over fifty armored vehicles was audible over the roar of the Land Rider’s engine. True to what was happening, the little markers representing the strike force quickly accelerated across the pockmarked field of war, then an explosion rocked the Land Raider, and two of the markers representing rhinos vanished.

Valerius silently swore vengeance for the loyal astartes who had been killed, the assault vehicle jerked as it drove across the uneven and cratered battlefield.

 

The World Eaters of the 3rd Grand Company heard many more explosions echo outside the armored hull they sat within, Valerius turned the hololith off after an eighth rhino’s marked flickered and vanished.

He felt remorse at the deaths of his brother astartes, but there was little he could have done to prevent them, a massed armored assault was the only way any living warrior would be able to approach the walls surrounding the massive black spire. Valerius’ brooding thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like heavy bolter shells rebounding from the Land Raider’s hull.

 

Valerius his the quick release to his safety restraint, he picked up his storm shield and slipped his gauntleted hand into the grip, he thumbed the power switch and the shield’s generator crackled to life. The other World Eaters were readying their wargear, the hum of idling chainblades was loud in the confined space.

 

“Approaching the breach.” The driver reported, and all eyes turned to the assault ramp, the tension was nearly unbearable as the Land Raider went from driving horizontally to a steep angle. The tank shook as it sustained more hits, the ride became even less smooth as the treads fought for traction on the shattered remnants of the wall.

The sound of high caliber shells pounding the hull was nearly deafening, Valerius heard the heavy bolters on the Land Raider open up, the eery clatter of empty shells across the top of the tank mixed with the whine of the charging sponson mounted plasma cannons.

With a thunderous blast, the frag grenade launchers on the front of the Land Raider Devourer unleashed their fury upon any foe unfortunate to be anywhere in front of the slowing assault tank. The assault ramp dropped open with a clang, Valerius raised his storm shield and charged into the brilliant light, boltgun shots fizzed as they vaporized on the energy field covering the shield.

 

“FOR ANGRON!” He shouted as he charged over the rubble left from the Iron Warrior’s bombardment.

“AND THE EMPEROR!” Valerius’ honor guard chorused behind him.

 

Valerius swept the Honor of Angron through a Scion of Dorn’s neck seal before the traitor had time to defend himself. The ancient chainaxe ripped through the upper portion of the Chaos Astartes’ shoulder pauldrons, then the weapon was free again. Valerius blocked a jab from a powered spear on his shield and swiped at the haft of the polearm, the blade of the spear clattered to the ground as Valerius bashed the traitor with his storm shield, pushing the yellow and black armored space marine back. The World Eater then cleaved a large section of shoulder guard away the angered chaos marine howled in fury and smashed the remains of the spear into Valerius’ helmet, the attack catching him off guard and knocking him back.

 

The injured Scion of Dorn jumped at Valerius, screaming incoherently as he wrested the storm shield from Valerius’ grip. The crazed traitor then smashed the rim of the shield on Valerius’ helmet.

Valerius heard and felt the Iron pattern helmet buckle from the force of the blow, but the Scion of Dorn brought the shield down on the World Eater’s helmet.

“BLOOD AND SKULLS FOR KHORNE!” The Scion screamed as he dropped the warped shield, Valerius could barely seen the chaos marine then reach for a small powered blade at waist through the cracked lenses. Valerius tried to bring his chainaxe to bear, but the Scion had an armored boot planted firmly on the shaft of the axe.

The World Eater Captain slammed his free hand into the side of the Scion’s helmet, he thought he saw the traitor’s helmet dent from the blow, but Valerius couldn’t be sure with his own helmet half crushed around his head.

 

“BLEED FOR ME WORLD EATER!” The Scion of Dorn screamed as he leaned in toward Valerius’ neck with his combat knife.

Before the traitor could cut Captain Agramos’ neck, a howling screech emanated from the black spire. The Scion turned to look at the huge black tower briefly before returning to the World Eater he had pinned.

“Die knowing that you failed to stop us worshiper of the false Emperor!” He sneered as he readied his knife.

 

 

Then abruptly a red and white armored Astartes appeared from thin air a few feet behind the Chaos Space Marine about to slit Valerius’ neck.

“Help me!” Valerius shouted to the Thousand Son he’d watched appear.

 

The red armored warrior turned and saw the twisted Khornate Scion of Dorn astride the prone World Eater, the figure raised it’s boltgun and a single shell blew the Scion’s helmeted head to pieces before Valerius’ eyes. Valerius felt the heavy power armored corpse fall limp above him, he tried to free himself, and was surprised when the Thousand Son helped remove the dead traitor and offered a gauntleted hand.

Valerius took the offered help and was quickly upright again.

“Thank you brother.” He said as he attempted to wrest the horribly damaged helmet from his head.

 

“You can repay my aid later. I wasn’t aware of another Chapter having joined the battle, which one are you from?” The Thousand Son asked.

 

Chapter? What in the name of Terra is he talking about? Valerius thought as he pulled the helmet off his head.

Valerius’ hearts nearly stopped as he realized that he had been mistaken, the power armored figure before him was not a Thousand Son, the green lenses on the Astartes’ helmet proved that surely enough. That and the shoulder guards were totally white.

All of these important details had been obscured by the cracked lenses in Valerius’ helmet.

 

The World Eater leapt back from the unknown Space Marine and gripped his chainaxe with both hands.

At the same time the red and white armored Astartes readied his own power sword.