It is said, no plan survives the contact with the enemy.
That is always true. Best laid plans will fail in the face of the unknown and the unpredictable.
The trick, of course, is for yourself to beco that imprevisible enemy.
The mind is always weaker, and the C'tan might have impressed and tricked the Alpha Legion and so Dark chanicus adepts to follow him on false pretense, but hate is much stronger.
The fallen Occam, might have been the loyal servant of the Emperor and a Chaos traitor too, but he still hated all xenos. It was sothing deeply ingrained in the subconscious of all humans in this galaxy, for aliens were always worse.
"What are you doing?" Ogon yelled at his subordinate, watching with dismay as the shield's console flips and tabs were pressed in rapid succession.
"Testing a theory." Occam answered calmly, with a tinge of hate and anger in his voice.
The dinsional fields fell, followed a second later by the void shields of the Hydra.
"Turn the shields back online! We are exposed now!" Ogon yelled and pointed at the console.
A shower of krak grenades filled the bridge of the Glorianna battleship, shredding machinery and bones with equal ease. My gift, that is.
Only Occam and Ogon remained standing, the Chaos marine protected by ceramite armor and his helt, while Ogon was flayed alive and lost its human-looking skin, revealing a silvery alloy of obvious xeno origin.
"You are a C'tan, after all. Ti to die, xeno scum!" Occam shouted and shot his bolter at the alien, who just laughed and ignored the.75 caliber rounds with a grin much too wide.
"I wonder, what gave away? I'm certain the disguise was perfect." the C'tan asked in a confused voice, as a white sheet ford around him, creating a flowing toga around his tal body.
Then his smile froze, as a slim girl with white-silver hair and silk shoes appeared in the room, floating above the rivulets of blood and guts left behind by the deceased crew.
"A machine soul. Now this is a fascinating gift from my father. Demons are boring after a while." The girl said in a childish voice, and turned her violet glowing eyes towards Occam.
"What are you?" the Chaos marine asked, stepping back in fear.
"Adepta Tertia is my rank, sweetie. You did a great job for the Emperor today. I bet he'll be glad for your extraordinary service." Janice answered with a dimpled smile.
With a twist of the tesseract, I brought the three new guests inside the Blackstone Fortress, right in front of the Emperor and his Primarchs.
"He's fighting back...rather valiantly. I believe he'll break free from stasis, in about 3 minutes." Janice advised with a pained voice, while her staff kept pointing at the C'tan shard and Warp strings twisted around the captive to hold him tight and secure.
Well, 3 minutes was quite a long ti.
"So this is a C'tan? I thought they were much bigger and glowing green." Sanguinius humd to himself, examining the captive with his exotic senses.
"They can be. Especially transcendant or intact C'tan, they are quite powerful. As for this one...phet'ran the Deceiver is only a shard. He will serve us well as a test, if the Emperor wills it." I replied with a serious voice, while turning towards the Custodes Captain.
Trajann Valoris glared at for a second, before touching the Emperor's shoulder with a hesitant hand. Imdiately, his eyes glowed golden and focused on Occam. "The Emperor sees you and your actions today, Occam the Untrue. Swear yourself and you may return to His service."
I coughed and waved a hand to interrupt the ceremony. "Yes, yes. But we have a more urgent matter."
The glowing eyes turned towards , and then towards Canis. Really? The attention span of the Emperor was shorter than a child's.
"He doesn't mind to try, Pef Lancefire. Turning the C'tan shard into a loyal dog might be useful." the Custodes answered my question on a strange tangent.
Just devour his soul or whatever psykers do!
I sighed inward and waved the Ferryman Grey Knight closer. "You're the expert on soul sacrifice here, Brother . She's suspected of heresy, after coming back to life three tis."
Well, that was quite an achievent, for a normal mortal.
The Solitare remained silent, while Sister Stern approached , after glancing at the Blank Lanters with curious eyes. "I was told the Emperor was in danger. And yet, the Golden Throne is empty." she remarked in a cold voice.
I just extended my hand slowly, and flicked her forehead. "Don't trust everything you hear, pretty girl." I admonished her in an amused voice, and grinned as the woman rubbed her forehead in surprise.
"You're immune to my powers? Just like the weird Pariah?" she asked in a confused voice.
I turned to examine the silent Harlequin, both with my eyes and the tesseract senses. There was a strange aura around him, like a forcefield of so exotic nature. And I've only seen that type of aura on an Eldar Avatar.
"A ssenger of Cegoragh?" I asked to make sure.
The masked Eldar nodded at in silence. All right then. Gods could be useful, when they wished to be. Even Eldar gods.
Anyways, I turned away and walked beside the Shariax, the glass throne recovered from the Eastern Fringe. Griselda was still alive, barely.
"Ti's up, my dear. Step down and retract the roots." I asked gently while patting her hand.
It took a minute for the new Alpha psyker to recover enough sanity and listen. "The Astronomican will go dark." she argued in a pained voice.
I shrugged and tugged at her hand again. "It's okay. A bit of darkness never hurt anyone." I quipped in a light voice as Griselda stood up from her throne, and the galaxy went dark.
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