In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only War.
But war, war is my profession.
Unlike these naive Astartes, who view war as a challenge for honor and glory, I am different.
Always looking for efficient solutions and conservation of health. Humanity may have numbers, but those numbers are horrifically mismanaged. Most of the tis, the numbers work against the Imperium, which is so spread out over imnse, mind-boggling distances that it cannot even protect its citizens.
And so, I need to use Primarch Khan to protect humanity, while myself figure out a way to save it. Blank genes against the Chaos, the genes of the Catachans spread as much as possible for physical endurance, then weapons, armor and strategy to convert this future strength into striking power.
Primarch Khan now wears a Catachan-style flak suit, with blackstone armor plates inserted to protect vital body parts. Also, a Refractor field on his belt, and a Catachan-style adamantium knife at his hip. He did get to live among my troops for a ti, and it shows. The white penitence robe has been converted into a cape, with the cowl lowered right now.
I open my palms, and a dataslate filled with real and fake STC patterns appears in my right hand, and a Null Rod in the other. "Wear this Null baton at all tis, Astartes. Half of your brothers have already fallen to Warp insinuations and lies. Don't make have to find you again."
The artifact has been sheathed in a centiter of blackstone as well, by my Lanter Master of the Forge, giving it increased resistance against brute force. Primarch are very similar to Ogryns after all, prone to rip off doors or heads in fits of rage, or just by being careless. Plus he might need to smack so demon with it.
Khan picks the rod with suspicion, as he knows it would restrict so of his psyker based powers. "I won't be able to fight or duel with this." the Primarch complains like a big child.
"Yes, but you do have your White Scars sons to slice things up for you. Now go and talk with the crazy Inquisitor on the Space Fortress. And then, do what you can for the Imperium. Ard Sentinels and missile boats I'd say, but then I don't have a say in the ruling of the Imperium. The High Lords might kill you anyway, for usurping their powers with your simple existence." I explain in a gentle voice, and deposit him right next to Captain Thrasius, of the Scythes of the Emperor Space Marine Chapter.
My Inquisitor raises an eyebrow at my unceremonious conduct. "You would actually punch Sanguinius, like you said. Nothing seems to scare you, not even a Primarch."
"I actually would, but not in public. Right Canis? You hamstring the vainglorious father, while I punch his teeth out. With my left hand of course." I mutter in a cheerful tone, and scratch my wolf on his smart head.
"Wooof?" the wolf wonders and shows his deadly teeth, sohow doubting he could bite anyone without grievous damage.
"Nah, not for real, clever wolf! I just don't enjoy the burden he left on my shoulders. Sanguinius should have sent the invincible sword master to fight, or even better, teleported a Nova shell inside that traitor's battleship and stopped the whole tragedy in a single blow. But no, why not die in a pointless duel..." I comnted in a disgusted voice.
Rose sighs and waves Ludvaius outside, before his blood tears flood the room and make a ss on the carpet. The Astartes stomps loudly as he leaves, and crashes the armored door with an angry and violent gesture. Maybe I was too open and honest, for this universe.
"Perhaps it is better if you do not return to the Imperium, at all. Your own bodyguard was ready to bite your head off." my girlfriend demands in a cold voice. Exactly my thought, dear Rose. Except for small incursions that would save trillions of lives.
"Maybe. I still need to visit Sotha, once in a while. There are like 900 trillion trillions of Tyranids heading this way and hoping to eat everyone." I grumble in a eker voice.
Also, that fact is very true, and kinda worrying, if not that urgent, not yet.
Plus that World Engine of the Necrons...when it did co out, I'll really have to co back to Sotha and ss it up.
"Not for a decade you will not, Pef Lancefire! You're on thin ice, and these exploits do not expunge your unruly conduct, only forgive it, due to extenuating circumstances." the Inquisitor proclaims with an accusing voice.
I shrug and hold a finger up. "Right! Do order these Scythes to seal up and tow that Tau battleship they have miraculously captured, to Forge talica. And then, start preparing a large infiltration force of fake defectors from your Stormtrooper regint. We'll need as many humans inserted into the Tau ranks and pinpoint valuable technology to steal. All of these infiltrators should receive the strongest ntal hardening procedure that your Inquisition has. Those Ethereals use a type of mind control similar to the Enslavers, but I do have a potential material for a ntal shield."
With those words, I produce a couple Enslaver bones and leave them floating in mid-air.
"Is this a mineral? No, it's organic but sohow resisting my soul readings. A type of Eldar wraithbone?" Rose wonders as she attempts to scan the floating bones and her psyker probing fails.
Thus, I take out my Bone Staff and leave it floating as well. "I believe is indeed a type of rare creature's bone. I had my own staff made by a powerful artificier, but those services are paid in precious commodities like Greater Demons or Eldar Avatars. Maybe a C'tan shard, if you're willing to sell the one in the Pharos." I ask in a teasing voice.
She scowls at my words, and shakes her head. "Again with that kind of outrageous trades. Also, did you have anything to do with those out of ti Astartes showing up on so Forge Worlds, millennia after they were thought dead or lost in the Warp?"
I nod slowly. "Just like your Inquisitor buddy on the Aegida Fortress, the ungrateful bastard. I traded so captured Eldar and their artifacts, and this person happened to have a collection of Astartes. I also saw an Adeptus Custodes among the shelves, but didn't have anything of equal value to trade. But, that was then, I do have so Dark Eldar now...all their Archons in fact, so I might get a new deal."
Her Ordo Xenos teachings co forward abruptly, as she grabs my chin. "What else did you steal from Commorragh?"
I sob in Rogue Trader pain, and start disclosing so of it. Okay, most of it. I'm just too weak in the hands of an Inquisitor, I'm sure everyone can understand that.
Much later, she rests on my chest, all her energy spent in deep but vigorous interrogation.
"Damn lucky, Rogue Trader. Too bad most of your collection cannot be put to use. You'd burn on the first pyre the Imperium could throw. And we're very good at setting up pyres." Rose complains as her hand asures my increased musculature.
Not yet at Astartes level, but getting there. Maybe a decade or five.
"Mind shields, Tau enslavers, and Null Rods. I don't even have access to such a rare relic!" my beloved murmurs in a completely fake pity. She just wants one too.
"I shall trade for this guy's best work then. A staff that's both a mind shield and a Warp shield, and can also fly or crush tanks with one blow. Maybe a mind shielding Rosarius too. And the sa for Janice and Victor. Who knew that having a big family will be so expensive..." I complain in fake pity as well.
Just at that second, the other Inquisitor encounters the lost Primarch and tries to have him arrested. Damn cretin!
He vanishes in my labyrinth, as a sign of Emperor's displeasure.
What? Don't believe ? It says right here on my Warrant! My words are the Emperor's words and I speak with his Voice.
"Co my dear. You return to Aegida and support the Primarch, while I try to close the Hadex Anomaly with my trader skills. And they say Rogue Traders are good for nothing!" I mutter in fake annoyance as I open the door to call Ludvaius back.
Dressing in Astartes power armor isn't that easy.
Might need to have the tech-priests design so kind of automated dressing room. And then use a thousand convicts to test the kinks out. Maiming and mutilations from faulty wiring is not a pleasant prospect.
Especially not for my own limbs...so make that 2000 convicts. Much safer that way.
Rose dresses by herself, because leather isn't that hard to dress into. Not all that protective either, so I should consider giving her the Silent Sisters kind of armor, just painted in gold and black.
"You were working hard, I see. New baby on the way?" my Brother asks in a curious voice.
I just smile sheepishly and give him a thumb up. Very likely, considering how much gene-seed I spent today.
"Send to my room, deck 11. Just next to Janice." Rose commands in a stern voice once she is ready.
I obey, and she vanishes from my blackstone vault of a room, without the familiar purple flash of a teleporter. My tesseract is quite the cheat, I know.
Sadly, I have to walk towards the Teleportarium, escorted by my Blood Angels and silent companions. Well, they have seen the Pharos anyway, during the expedition for chronoblades.
We will need to repeat that exploit, and try to find more lifedraining blades or hexagramic necklaces that can block out Warp intrusions.
In near Company strength, they depart to the desert Artifact World on another looting expedition, after I scan the orbit for more Tau vessels. This ti, there is only the Scythes' Strike Cruiser and their captured prize, getting patched up for Warp towing.
"Mighty Zarhulash, soone has been cruel to you." I observe as the C'tan is three tis more dissected now than before.
"The young Inquisitor tries his best, and I can fake pain and screaming very well. Doesn't really bother , as you can imagine, Pef Lancefire." the C'tan replies in a proud voice.
I nod absently, as I doubt even an Exterminatus would bother him. In the other tiline, they did blow up the planet with a cyclonic torpedo, and that only released the C'tan from his shackles.
Maybe a Vortex warhead would work. Multidinsional weapons did tend to ignore any type of defense or durability, just like that Soulspear I sold to Trazyn.
And speaking of the devil. "Necron Lord, you have been really busy." I comnt while scanning his new collection. More Army regints, so Navy ships, even a few Titans and an . Both weapons would make amazing weapons for humanity, if only we had the science to build them. We don't, but a certain Necron surely does.
"I'm quite certain even a Necron Overlord would be annihilated inside the barrier, once that fragnt of darklight detonates. You may use it on a hated enemy, once I get a simplified STC schematic. The pulse laser is actually too advanced for my friends, and it needs to be dumbed down, such that even a human can use it, or a tech-priest repair it from an STC pattern." I explain in a cheerful voice.
"... An enemy of mine. Killed by a Dark Eldar weapon. Now this would be a master stroke. " he ponders for a long ti.
Already figuring out how the Void Mine works. That's great for him, but Trazyn might have too many enemies, and not all dostic.
I just wait, as my people exploring the desert world for more artifacts will take ti. "Not attacking Human, Eldar or Tau targets. I kinda need them for my plans, just like I do for your own dynasty. As for paynt, I will offer a Null Rod. Everyone should have one of these, with the galaxy infested by psykers and Warp entities." I demand as he begins writing on a STC dataslate.
And thus, I get the geomagnetic reactor as well. One worry will soon be reduced, with planet-sized Gellar fields enforcing reality and preventing Warp incursions.
"Oh, that would be a decent trade. However, I reserve the right to defend my world even from those three races. Perhaps without lethal force, if I'm in a good mood." the Overlord allows in a perky voice.
Well, Null Rods are very rare indeed. I only have four of them, and already two are given away, to Khan and Trazyn.
"I accept your claim, Lord Trazyn. But, I need an STC template for a simpler to build Null Rod. And then, a few quality items for so special people. A couple of Enslaver Bone staffs, and a dual use Null and Bone staff, that will still allow minimal psyker powers for the user. From Beta-level to Delta." I ask as my trading goods appear in his room.
He stops to consider my words, and fails at first. "Blocking everything is doable, with so effort. But blocking the Warp and still attacking with it, even at lower strength? Is that even possible?" Trazyn mutters in real confusion.
"Generally no, these qualities are antithetical. Unless, there's a bloodline flaw to exploit. I will provide gene samples for the user, because the staff needs to be gene-coded, and from a relative of hers, with both the Pariah gene and the Psyker gene. Also, that Null staff...should have Inquisitorial decorations. I'm sure you know perfectly well how Inquisitors like to present themselves." I explain in a patient voice.
I send a few locks of hair, from Rose and Janice, and hope for the best. With a gene-coded staff, Trazyn would be capable of tracing my Rose anywhere in the galaxy.
Oh well. I was probably too paranoid.
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