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Straight Outta Hell

In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.

Throughout the vast space of the Milky Way galaxy, on some swirl, in some star system, and on some back water planet, people were fighting.

Specifically the Death Korps of Krieg were preparing to charge the enemy. They fixed their bayonets as artillery boomed in the background. The commanding officer raised his whistle to his lips as his men prepared.

A regiment of guardsmen had turned traitor. They had turned their back against the great god Emperor of mankind. And for that they shall pay with their lives, for their heresy they shall suffer. And may the Emperor have mercy on their souls. For the Death Korps of Krieg shall give none.

The whistle was blown, the noise signaling the men to leap into the battlefield and charge! The men and women all charged forward, brandishing their rifles. Some men immediately died the moment they stuck their heads out, others got but a few scant feet, but the Krieg continued. This was their duty, this was their penance, and they would gladly take it in stride.

Tanks and war machines strode over the trenches, firing shells and laying hell on any heretic caught in its sight. The lasers and bolter rounds flew across the air, destroying any bastard unlucky enough to get hit.

"Slay them all! They dare defy our cause!!" A heretic guardsman yelled as the traitors charged as well. They returned fire, sending hell back on their own enemies. For too long we're they treated as nothing but cannon fodder. Now, they would rise to power and destroy the imperium. Even if they had to burn this planet to ash.

The battle continued, both sides fighting viscously. But it slowly became clear as to who was winning. Despite an entire companies turned traitor, and the Krieg throwing themselves at them like ants. The traitors were being pushed back.

"Shit!" A woman ducked underneath cover. She took off her helmet as a laser nearly took her head off. A hole had cut off the top, and she had a fewer hairs. A man rushed past her only to get blown to bits as bolter smashed into him.

"Frak man! I didn't wanna fight! I just thought we could just-, I dunno!" Another guard sat next to her. Yeah they were all pretty used to war and death, but the only reason she turned traitor was so she didn't have to die to some corpse god.

The ground shook violently, dust and ash spewing over the skies. A Leman Russ tank was blown to slag, molten shrapnel and fire covered anyone unlucky to be near it.

"What the hell are you cowards doing?" A cultist looked down at the two. He was painted in blood, unholy sigils marking his body. Around his waist he had several heads of guardsmen who hadn't turned traitor.

"I ought shoot you down like the cowards you are! Get your ass up and moving before I-" he words were cut off as a mortar exploded nearby. It sent him down on the ground near the two guards as a krieg rush up and fired at some heretic. He turned to the three on the ground and raised his rifle.

"No wait! I repent! Please spare-" the man pleaded but only got a laser to the head. The woman yelled as she raised her own lasrifle and shot the soldier down. The Kriegsman fell but not before firing a blast and shooting off the woman's arm.

She cried and fell to the ground. She held the stump that was her arm, crying as she tried to scramble behind her cover. She looked to her comrade who's head was smoldering. She hadn't known him, but they did talk a few times.

"Damn mortars," the cultist that had his belt of heads appeared to still be alive. He shook off the dirt and slowly got up. He turned to the woman and noted the corpse next to her.

"Tch, what a waste." He peeked his head over the cover and ducked down just in time as a laser flew past. He checked his equipment and the heads on his belt before turning to the woman.

"Ah! Quit your sniveling!" He smacked her stump making her yelp in pain. "You knew what would happen if you turn traitor. These imperial bastards would hunt us down like dogs just because we decided we knew better."

The ground began shaking again. The man peeked again and saw a Leman Russ tank rolling right towards them. He looked around and noted the frontline had been pushed back again, the Krieg were moving forward.

"Damn it!" Standing over the cover, he began firing at the tank, his lasrifle doing little to nothing as it grew closer and closer.

The woman on the other hand kept crying as she held her stump. Tears streamed down her face as the ground shook more and more. She was going to die. And no one would care. Gods, why was she so stupid?! She should have stayed loyal, at least she the Emperor would accept her soul! She should have been honest. But if she was honest then she'd just be a sacrifice to the Emperor.

She curled into a ball, trying to be as small as possible. Trying to drown out the noise of war. The yelling of the cultist. The roars of the tank. The sounds of gunfire and booming artillery.

'Please... someone... anyone' the woman kneeled to the ground, praying to anyone listening. 'Emperor... the ruinous powers... any gods... save me!'

"Blood for the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne!"

The man roared in rage as his lasrifle ran out of ammunition. He toss it aside and pulled out a crude sword as the tank approached. He didn't care if he died, if he did, then it would be free from the Imperium!

"Someone save me, please!"

BOOM!!!

The tank exploded in a fiery blaze as something smashed right into it. Fire and slag flew into the air, showering anyone caught in the rain. Soldiers scream in agony as they were burned, the fire itself swirled around like a storm. The flames scorching any and everyone into ash leaving nothing but bone.

Rising from the ashes, a great being let out a roar that was heard all across the battlefield. Great wings of fire spread across the sky as two horns shook violently.

For a moment the traitorous cultists paused as it seemed their faith saved them. That the gods of the ruinous power deemed them worthy to save. Worthy enough to send a daemon to aid them in their battle!

The cultists all let out a roar as they fought with renewed vigor. Even when losses so great, they continued to fight with such vigor and viscousness Khorne would smile and pat you on the back before ripping out your spine.

The daemon, who's very presence burned the earth it stood on, was dying. In its stomach was a broken blade sticking out of it. The sword sizzled and burned the flesh it touched and the monster quickly yanked it out.

Another great roar was let out this time a stream of fire burst out. Like a heavy flamer, the stream of fire burned any Krieg, reducing them to nothing but bone as their flesh was melted off.

But even with a daemon, the death Korps of Kreig continued to march forward. Another tank strolled onto a hill, and took aim at the daemon. It fired a round which hit the monster dead on.

The stream of fire cut off, the daemon falling onto its back. It body was hard like stone, cracks spread through its body, but it got back up and charged.

The behemoth of a monster ran through the rank of loyalists. It's body temperature burning any human close enough. Molten blood spilled out like magma, leaving fires as the daemon came up to the tank.

With a grunt it rammed its horns into the vehicle, nearly knocking it over. With that it began to beat the machine with its fists, the force bending the metal and heating it. The men inside tried to escape, but the hatch was destroyed. They ended up being cooked as of inside a crock pot.

Finally, the daemon crushed the tank, tearing off the top half and tossing it away. It roared before it was hit with artillery, sending its body flying away. It let out a gasp of smoke, soot and smog spewing out beofore it fell to its knees. Its body crackled and fell apart like stone slowly crumbling, fire escaped the cracks but that only served to kill the heat.

The daemon held itself up with a hand, its fingers falling off as magma spilled out. The daemon's fallen form only strengthened the Kreigsman moral as they continued to charge.

Lasguns peppered the daemon, the shots while doing nothing on its own, was slowling breaking off the stone like body of the daemon. The Cultists saw this and with pushed to help the daemon.

"Come on men! We can't let those loyalist dogs kill our chance!" The cultists all charged, returning fire as they made their way to the daemon.

The molten monster growled as its arm broke apart. A shot hit its eye, breaking more stone. It hissed before swinging its arm, molten lava spraying out like an eruption.

It burned away the Kriegsman and any unfortunate cultists caught in the way. Slowly a cultist tank rolled up next to the daemon, providing cover. It fired its shells, its shots taking out any armored vechiles that approached.

More and more of the daemon's body fell apart as its body cooled. Slag and magma cooled into a black, still irradiating such intense heat. But the cultists and Kriegsman continued to fight.

The battled continued on for several hours, explosions and booming of artillery shaking the ground. Men and women kept killing each other, it wasn't a battle to see who had more people or better equipment. It was a battle of will.

The Kriegsmen in their cycle of hatred and self loathing, desperate in their pursuit of repentance. No matter what they faced or what the odds were, as long as they achieved death in the name of their Emperor. Then peace would finally be achieved in death.

But the cultists fought, perhaps in some ignorant idea that giving themselves for the ruinous powers they could achieve a better life than slaves to the Imperium. That the gods would grant them lives and wishes they could achieve as they fought. As ignorant and naieve as they were, one could not disagree with their pursuit of a better life.

And in the end, when the explosions stopped, when the artillery stopped, when tanks trampled past the trenches and when there were no more enemies.

The Kreig had accomplished their mission.

Death in the name of the Emperor.

One final Kriegsman swung a shovel, snapping the neck of a woman, but they were quickly shot down by lasguns. They fell to the ground, raising a hand shakily before they were impaled through the head by a bayonet.

The cultists had finally won. Not this war, oh no, ha ha, not a even a short shot.

But they had killed every Kreigsman and pushed back any that would try to engage them. As suicidal as the Kreig were, they at least knew how not to die a pointless death.

The cultists were all examining the corpses, piling them together to burn them. Scavenging any supplies they could scrounge around. Tents and temporary lodges were made as the cultists were given a chance to rest. For now.

Some of the soldiers were gathering around the corpse of the daemon. Its molten body had finally cooled, magma turned to stone. But getting to close still irradiated heat.

Nearby a cracked boulder, with ash and dirt covering it overhang, a single hand burst out of the ground. Someone yelled that there was a survivor and a handful rushed over.

They had their rifles trained on the person as someone went to dig the person out. If it was a Kreigsman then a swift death to the dog. One of them, then it was all good.

Luckily for the survivor, it was the latter as when the man pulled out the soldier, it was the woman from beofore. She gasped and cough for air as she was yanked out the ground. She was trembling, shaking like a leaf as te cultist checked on her.

"Hot damn, how the hell did you survive getting buried, woman?" A man dusted off the girl. She'd be fine, they were, or well used to be guardsmen. Their training would help them.

"Oh god," the woman finally came to, "Is it over? Did... did we win?"

"Damn straight we did!" The group all cheered, "Managed to push back those damn Kreigsmen with only 78% losses!"

That was considered a win, I suppose.

"Yep, it was all because of the gods sending us one of their warriors."

"A warrior?" The woman blinked. Everything was so fuzzy. All she could recall were the explosions and yelling and dying and-

"Yeah, but unfortunately..." they all turned to the hot stone corpse of their hellsent daemon. Its face was a vague deformed face that somehow irradiated rage.

"What's with all this?" A gruff voice called out. An angry man pushed through the men, he was covered in soot and dirt, and around his waist were those heads.

The woman immediately recognized the man and tried to make herself as small as possible. It was him, the commander. The man was pretty cruel and brutal, but ever since they switched to chaos it gave him a chance to let his violence and brutality loose.

"Ya'll need to get back to work! Those loyalist dogs won't sit quietly. They'll regroup and when they have the chance they'll wipe us off the map!" He scanned all the men who avoided his gaze before his eyes fell onto the girl.

"You..." he sneered before he stomped over to the girl and grabbed her by the hair. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

Not giving her a chance to speak he threw her to the ground. He stomped on her only hand, making her cry out.

"Worthless piece of shit! This company doesn't need cowards hiding!" He pulled out a gun and pressed it against her head. "We live to serve the one and true god! Khorne would have slaughtered you if he knew about your cowardice!"

Everyone turned to the source which was the molten corpse of the daemon. All the negativity and emotions had awakened the beast. The stone cracked and shattered, a lighting cutting through the stone.

The cultists all backed away from the body, but their curiosity could not turn them away. They all watched  as the heat grew and grew, the stone slowly melting as the fire within raged.

"No please!" The woman tried to move, but the man had his foot on her hand. "Please, I'll do better! Blood of the blood god, right! Skulls for the skulls throne! Please!" She sobbed, begging for her life. What a sad sight. Truely a disgrace to Khorne.

"Khorne does not care where the blood flows," the man sneered, "As long as it is flowing." He was oblivious to what was happening, too focused on satisfying his bloodlust. His finger on the triggered got ready to pull before a terrible crack was heard.

The stone body exploded like a volcanic eruption, heated stone and bits of lava flying out. It hit a couple of cultist as a great roar of fire exploded. A pillar of flame erupted into the skies, cutting through the smog and ash that clouded the skies.

The cultists all backed away, covering themselves as the heat nicked at them. Even the commander's attention was caught by the pillar of fire. This gave the woman a chance to free herself and scramble away. Quickly, like vermin would, she scrambled through the crowd not knowing where she was going.

As the flames died down, the heat lessening, before everyone could see a figure rise from the molten corpse. Immediately everyone kneeled, as a sense of power washed over them. They bowed their heads, acknowledging the presence of the monster.

~ ~ ~

There was darkness. That was all he could see before fire erupted. It clouded his vision and no matter where he turned, that was all he could see. Just fire and flames and an inferno.

But did not burn him. When he stuck his hand through the flames, it did not burn his skin or melt his flesh. It only gave him warmth, gave him comfort.

That is until the screaming began.

He looked down to see a infinite pool of souls all screaming and wailing as the flames burned them. One would pity them, but he did not. He only sneered at disgust at their weakness.

The sea of people all felt his disgust and they turned to him. The all reached out to him, clawing and climbing over each other as they grabbed him.

He yelled in rage, kicking down at the people. A man's head exploded from the force but he was replaced by another. No matter how many or how hard he fought and struggled, the horde would not end.

They dragged him down, all of them clawing at his skin and flesh. And as he was pulled away from the warmth of his own fire, he was subjected to an awful heat.

Down below he screamed as the fire burned away at him. He cried and screamed, struggling to fight, but he was in Hell. The souls did not care for humans they would only drag him down if only so that he would be at their level.

Demons laughed and jittered as they came with wings of fire. They all held spears and tridents and whips, they laughed as they struck the souls. Their agony fueled them as the horde wailed and screamed.

A spear impaled his head, a trident his gut and a whips lashed his throat. He did not die, but the pain was unbearable. Again and again, the demons struck him, his pain was their food. His blood their drink. His agony their energy.

Until enough was enough.

Within his soul, he felt a rage grow. He grit his teeth as a demon impaled his stomach, holding him up high. It laughed, and it only pissed him off more.

He sneered, hatred inside growing before he was tossed down a mountain. Jagged rocks and angles broke his body, his bones stabbing his own organs.

When he landed another demon when to smash him with a hammer, but he rolled out the way. He snatched the hammer, and fought the demon over it. It sneered and snarled at him, but he yanked the hammer and sent a kick.

The demon flew back, falling on its back. It growled as it tried to get up, but the last thing it saw was a hammer slamming down on its head.

He growled as the head exploded, molten blood and fire spilling out. The demons then turned to him. Rather than anger or shock, the demons only grinned. Prey had presented itself, and they were hungry.

He saw the demons all surround him, hungry eyes staring down at him. He looked up at the sky, finding the safe and calming fires that gave him warmth. He fixed his grip on his hammer before running.

With a great cacophony of screeching and screaming, the demons all leapt at him. He returned with his own scream as he swung.

~ ~ ~

Blood red eyes opened to the smog filled sky. His fires had blown a holes through the clouds, letting light cut through the air. He picked himself out of the hole, his muscles were stiff and his bones ached.

But he pushed on, climbing out of his stone husk. A clawed hand gripped the edges before he pulled himself out.

And when his fires finally died down, he was presented with an army of humans kneeling before him. He stared slightly dazed and confused before he took his first breath.

Soot, ash, the smell of firearms and explosions filled his lungs. It reminded him of Hell. The cinders and ash filled air that would choke and suffocate anyone.

The humans all continued to kneel, but some were peeking, wondering what the demon would do.

"Who are you lot?" The daemon-, no, demon, spoke, smoke and ash billowed out.

The humans raised their heads and stared in confusion. They all muttered quietly to each other, wondering what the demon had spoke.

His brow furrowed, growing annoyed before yelling.

"Answer me! Who are you all? And where the hell am I?!" The humans shrunk, fear settling in.

A problem was presented. Language was separated into two classes. Low and High gothic, a disgusting amalgamation of difference languages, for the commoners. High gothic, used by super fancy higher ups.

The demon did not speak either. What he did speak, who knew? English, Spanish, French, Chinese, Russian, Japanese, Arabic, Welsh, German, Italian, Polish, Dutch? It didn't matter, no matter what language he spoke or how many he knew the Imperium or even chaos wouldn't know his tongue.

He was starting get pissed off. He had a splitting headache, his body was sore as balls, and he still needed to... needed to what?"

"Ah fuck, did I go drinking again?" The demon held its head. He couldn't remember the last few years. The last thing he recalled was sitting in Hell getting ready to storm an overlord's fortress. But that was centuries ago.

"Hail this mighty warrior of Khorne, we kneel before you in worship." The demon was brought out of his thoughts when some fuck wearing skulls and dried blood as paint came up to him. He was spouting shit in some weird ass language. Like some bastard child the human language.

"We offer you this sacrifice!" Some soldiers came and threw a girl before him. It was that woman who had survived. Missing an arm and a few broken bones, but she was alive.

But it seems her time was coming to end.

"This coward of a woman had hid during battle, avoiding the glory of war. We offer you her blood and skull as a token of our faith. Please slay her and-"

"Okay, shut the hell up." The demon grab the man by the neck picking him up with a single hand. The priest yelled and struggled before he was jerked towards the demon face.

Rather than bite his face off, he open his mouth, revealing a maw full of jagged razor sharp teeth. Inside glowed cinders and embers, before they glowed brighter.

The cultist all watch in horror and morbid curiosity as the priest screamed louder than a human should be able to. He clawed and screamed at the demon, but it was for nothing as everyone saw the man's soul get ripped from his body.

Everyone covered their ears as a ghastly howl was let out, the priest cried and wailed before he was sucked into the demon's maw. Markings and sigils on the demon's body glowed before the screaming finally stopped.

"Ugh, tastes like... cheap whiskey..." the demon cringed before biting off the corpse's head. He chewed his food, tasting the blood and brain matter before swallowing.

Something wasn't right. He recognized the humans as demon worshiping cultists, it was obvious. And while there were plenty of demons and devils trying to kill each other, this taste... There was another presence whirling around. Something demonic, but... not from Hell?

He tossed the body. He would focus on that later, he needed information and he did get some.

"Okay, one more time..." the demon cleared his throat, "Where the hell am I?!"

Everyone jerked as the demon finally spoke in Low Gothic. They all looked at each other, afraid to even look at the monster.

The demon sneered. He went through all that effort to learn their language and they didn't even wanna look at him! He turned to the woman who was being held down, she was sobbing and begging to be let go.

He sighed before approaching the woman. The cultists holding her down all let her go, backing away as his massive form approached. His feet left deep imprints in the ground, the air around him warping from his heat.

The woman stayed in place as the heavy footsteps approached her. She was praying to anyone listening, just hoping for a quick death at this point. The footsteps stopped right before her, but she kept her head.

"You..." the woman bit her lip, tears leaking out her eyes. "Pick yourself up." Against better judgment, her body raised her up. She still kept her head down, staring at the ground.

"I am talking to you. When someone is speaking to you, you look at them." Taking a gulp the woman raised her head, ready to face a hideous monstrous face bearing nothing but anger and hatred.

To her surprise, she was met with a rather human face. Anger was present, but it was more annoyance than rage.

The demon had a human face if a bit exaggerated. A thick brow and bent nose made the face, two tusk like teeth stuck out the demon's lip, scars littered here and there, but the most striking features were his eyes and the two horns on his head.

His horns were that of a ram, protruding from the corner of his temples and forehead, the curled back, but weren't overly large or cumbersome.

But his eyes... his scaleras was a black void, where light didn't reflect. Floating within that inky blackness was a scarlet red iris, red as the rivers of blood that flowed within Khorne's realm. And his pupil was a fiery green that burned brightly.

"Where am I?" His deep gruff voice snapped the woman out of her thoughts. She looked up at the demonic man. She was rather short, but this man stood a good bit above the average man.

"Did you hear me?" He growled snapping the woman again. She yelped, shrinking under the daemon's gaze.

"I- Uh, m-my lord," she whimpered, oh gods she was gonna die wasn't she? But she made it this far, she needed to keep going. "My lord, I'm not sure where we are exactly, b-but we are on an imperial planet called u-um... Damien 5."

She looked up at the daemon flinching at his glaring gaze.

"A-ah! It's a h-hive world, my lord! Your forces, um, Chaos had invaded in hopes of taking this planet, but the defenses have proved to be formidable." She fidgeted as the daemon remained silent.

The demon remained silent as the woman spouted nonsense that made a vague recollection in his mind. The priest memories were faint, some of those words making sense.

Guardsmen obviously sounded like some kind of military force. A Hive world sounded familiar, but if he had to guess he would assume it was a population based. Chaos...

That vague sense of wrongness invaded his mind again, the priest's soul seemingly cried out to a force within him. But the flames inside his gut burned him to a crisp.

He looked out at the people before him. They were all soldiers, armed with guns and weaponry. He saw a couple of armored vehicles that did not seem familiar to him. He looked to the sky, the holes he had made was already filled with smoke and smog.

Okay, where in the actual Hell was he?

Even Steel will Bleed

Somewhere on the other side of the planet, a small fleet of ships were approaching a crash site. The Adeptus Mechanicus had located the ship, but had no idea how the vessel bypassed their sensors. It did not look to be from the Imperium, nor any other faction from the galaxy, so they were prepared to battle any forces on the ship.

While they were several kilometers from the crash site, there were a couple of regiments of guardsmen that approached the ship after it crashed on the battlefield. It fortunately had crashed right on top of the enemies they were battling, killing all of them. A miracle from the Emperor himself, truly.

Multiple squads had been sent to explore the ship. Their orders were to see if they could find any survivors of the ship. While the cruiser was massive, the size of multiple city blocks, it was incredibly damaged. Gaping holes littered the sides of the ship, and it seemed to be missing its backside like it was ripped off.

Inside two guardsmen had stupidly gotten separated from their squad. They wandered the ship, lasgun armed and ready in case any threats came to them.

"So uh, do you ever wonder why we're here?" Ted ask his friend as they walked down a hallway. The ships interior design was alien to them, and not in a xenos alien way.

"Uh, duh, to serve the Emperor." Bill responded as they approached a gate. It seemed to have been breached from their end.

"Well, yeah, but I mean like, do you ever wonder if we have a purpose or are we were just some cosmic accident. Like where do Chaos come from. Or who was the Emperor? Or do we even matter?"

"... that sounds like some heresy." Bill tightened his grip on his lasgun.

"I won't tell anyone you got pegged by that one Mechanicus chick when you were drunk." Ted responded. "Didn't she have like a robo dong-"

Bill coughed, clearing his throat. "Right, so uh. I mean, I don't really care. I mean, we here to serve the Emperor and kill these heretical fucks."

"I mean yeah, but like, then what? What's the end goal? When save this world, what? We get sent to another hellhole and fight there?" Ted was rather old. Or at least in terms of guardsmen service.

"Look man, I don't wanna talk about this." He paused before he heard the skittering of something. "Shh, I hear something."

The two had set themselves up, their rifles trained on the corner of a hallway. They could hear something, it was the sound of metal walking. Perhaps the Mechanicus had made their way onto the ship?

The lights of the hallway suddenly flickered on, revealing the smooth almost symmetrical patterns on the floor and walls. Cables and tubes hung from the ceiling, sparks flickering.

"Be ready to fire, I don't think it's our guys." Slowly a figured limped it's way into view. It stood at a full 7ft, wires and cables dangled from its body like torn intestines. White and blue liquid spilled out of its body, painting the floor.

"Um... Bill?"

"Yeah?"

"You know more about the Mechanicus than I do cause you got your guts rearrange by one-"

"What's your point, Ted?!"

"Does that look like Mechanicus?"

The thing was vaguely humanoid, standing on two legs. But it had three arms, a fourth torn off. It's head was a vague helmet with horns, it's face completely destroyed and disfigured. It kinda looked like a samurai.

"Uh, look how about we ask?" Bill was sure as hell that wasn't one of those red robe cyborgs, but they were always a bizarre bunch. Who knows, maybe this was a survivor of a brutal attack?

"Hey! You Mechanicus?"

It raised an arm, a katana in its hand before it charged at them.

"Nope!" They immediately fired on the monstrous warrior as it rushed them. Despite releasing a hail of laser beams, the iron warrior seemingly blocked all the shots with its sword. The laser beams somehow not piercing through the blade as they were either deflected or blocked.

But the enemy could not block all the shots. The beams hit its body, cutting through its mechanical insides. White and blue fluid spilled out as blood would before the it fell.

"That was scary..." Ted stated as the duo slowly approached the corpse. Just to be sure, Bill fired another shot at the thing. They examined it, wondering if it was a cyborg or xenos or a mix of the two.

"I do not see any fleshy bits." Bill said as he examined the thing. Ted stayed back a distance, he wasn't naive enough to get close.

"That's a nifty looking sword, though." Ted pointed out. Bill turned to the thing's... 'hand.' It wasn't the usual five fingered human hand, or even cybernetic claw. It was made of several cables and wires wrapped in a braid forming bigger cables. It made a vague hand that had two appendages. It seemed to be missing a couple more.

Bill slowly reached to grab the sword, but Ted warned him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Why?"

"Hmm... using xenos technology is considered heresy."

"Says the guy questioning his existence!" Bill ignored the warning as Ted backed away. He set his lasgun to burst fire mode, in case anything happened. He didn't live this long being an idiot.

The moment Bill touched the katana, the mechanical monster jerked to life. The guardsman jerked away, but the monster grabbed his arm and swung its blade.

Blood spewed like a water sprinkler as Bill's arm was separated from him. He gasped in shock before he began screaming in pain. Ted immediately fired at the warrior, laser beams striking the machine, burning holes through it.

Even when the machine fell back to the ground, Ted didn't stop until the head and torso had holes that you could see through. He let out a breath of relief before turning to Bill who was crying in agony.

"Come on you dumbass," reaching into his pouch, he pulled out a cloth before tying the stump. He went to pick up the man but the sound of several footsteps stopped him. He turned to see more shadows similar to the disfigured machine slowly creep around the corner until several of those machines.

"Oh shit," snatching the man up by his remaining arm, he shoved him as they began to run.

"What-, what the hell are those things?!" Bill hissed as his arm still bled. He still had one more arm so that meant he could still use it to fire his laspistol.

"The hell if I know!" Ted turned a corner around the seemingly labyrinthine ship. What a shit time to get separated. He looked back to see the mass of machines running after them.

They did their best to return fire, but it was rather pointless as even if their shots actually killed one of the metal abominations, it was replaced by another.

The two ran through a hallways before they could hear the sounds of combat. Coming into a massive open space, several squads of guard men were in contact with the metal warriors.

Yellow white beams of light cut through the airs, the Astra Militarum fighting furiously as they always do. In return several armored machines fought back, their own laser weaponry firing red beams.

While the lasgun shot holes through flesh and concrete, the red laser beams would actually disintegrate the guardsmen. Not to mention the humans lacked any heavy firepower to fit through the halls of the ship.

A machine that was literally twin turrets on legs hopped up to a platform before releasing hell. Laser beams rained down like, well rain, any guardsman hit were immediately turned to ash or had their body scorched black.

A man popped out of cover, rocket launcher primed and ready before he fired. The rocket flew through the air flying right at the turret, but it was immediately shot down. An explosion shaking the air.

But even so, the guardsmen continued to fight until reinforcements came. The continued to fire back, their shots actually downing some of the machines, but they only got back up.

"Fucking hell, are we fighting Necrons?!" A lieutenant yelled as a man next to him got blasted into ash. His flesh burned away as even the skeleton was reduced to embers. All that was left was a pile of ashes dimly glowing red.

Suddenly the wall of area exploded open as a Leman Russ Tank came through. It's barrel smoked hot before it fired another shell, the resulting explosion send multiple machines flying.

It seemed bolters and explosives were more effective than the laser weaponry against these machines. After all, in Warhammer, an enemy probably isn't dead unless they're in pieces.

The tank fired another shell as it trudge forward. The guardsman manning the turret yelled at the top of his lungs as he fired. Bolter rounds reducing the automatons into pieces.

That is until the machines own tank pulled up. While most tanks and heavy vehicles had wheels or tracks, this thing was literally a tank on legs.

Synthetic muscles flexed and pulsated as fueled pumped through its artificial veins. A massive barrel turned to aim at the imperial tank before it fired. A great boom shook the air as the shell hit the tank dead on.

The explosion knocked the damn thing away like some kind of fly, the fire and shrapnel spraying out like a drag grenade. Men and woman caught in range were absolutely fucked up, but the battle continued.

More tanks pulled into the area, the vehicles focusing their aim on the legged cannon. The machine then in turn returned fire, demolishing everything it hit. Its shells firing like a semiautomatic.

The battle continued to rage on, with many more in other areas of the ship. Guardsmen flooded the fallen vessel, like ants invading another ant hill. As all this occurred, deep, deep within the ship laid a massive core.

Roughly the size of a large house, this machine was connected to several terminals and servers. Automatons and machines rushed about, connecting to terminals relaying information.

"Mother," a robot spoke. It was connected to a terminal that was in itself connected to the giant mechanical core. "We seemed to have crash landed on a foreign world. We are being invaded by an unknown force that is made of humans."

The core made a deep grinding noise, unknown machinery with shifting and moving. Superheated gas and coolant hissed as the core spoke to its subordinate.

"Yes Mother, humans." The machine despite speaking in a cold emotionless and monotonous binary to its master managed to say that with hidden disgust. Disgust not hidden from Mother.

Mother remained silent for a moment before speaking to its child. The machine listened intently before nodding, or at least nodding in the cyberspace it was in. I dunno man, robots be weird.

"It shall be done, Mother." The automaton disconnected itself from the terminal. Several thick cables and wires reeled back into the machine before it rushed over to another terminal.

It's cables and wiring slithered back out and connected into the terminal again. Information and data spilled out into the terminal before a message was relayed.

COMMAND: INQUIRY... STATUS?

R0-83RT: INVADING FORCE PUSHING DEFENSES. RESOURCES DIMINISHING. REQUESTING REINFORCEMENTS.

COMMAND: NEGATIVE. ORDERS HOLD POSITIONS

R0-83RT: INQUIRY... ESTIMATED TIME?

COMMAND: UNKNOWN... OBJECTIVE PROTECT MOTHER CORE AT ALL COSTS.

R0-83RT: UNDERSTOOD.

While the machines were confident in their forces, the Imperium would win solely because of the sheer number. Eventually the guardsmen would overwhelm the robots and breach the insides of the starship.

Mother is a 12 ton supercomputer housing the program of an A.I. what did A.I. stand for? Well I'm the eyes of the Adeptus Mechanicus, it was the abominable intelligence. Several millenium worth of technology but those cowards were to afraid to even turn on these machines. And who could blame them? When the Dark Age of Technology was a cruel reminder that while humanity was so advanced in their achievements, it was that brilliance that brought their downfall.

"Could you repeat that once more, Commissar?" A tech priest spoke through a vox radio.

"I said we have confirmation of the opposing force is entirely compromised of automatons!" The voice yelled through the booming and explosions of the battlefield.

"We have yet to find any living master to these soulless husk, be it human or xenos. While I do pertain some knowledge of your order, I cannot assume that you cannot allow this."

"... yes, you are correct." A chemical burst of air was let out as a sigh. The Skitarii usually don't express emotion, but the topic of the conversation brought great worry to the cyborg.

He turned to his Magos who was listening in on the conversation. Magos Explorator Cumin narrowed his green optics, the quiet whirring of his augments filled the quiet room as everyone watched the Tech Priest.

The Magos optics flittered as he connected himself to the vox channel.

"This is Magos Explorator Cumin of the Adeptus Mechanicus," the half man half machine, though more machine than man, spoke. His vocal cords though long been replaced, a vox speaker sat in his chest. A robotic voice, though a perfect mimic of the human voice, still sounded rough and monotonous.

"Ah, Magos Cumin," the man spoke with a relaxed tone, "glad to see you aren't rotting away in that chair."

"On the contrary, there is nothing to rot. But I can see you still haven't gotten your head shot off, Commissar Anderson," Cumin retorted. The two spoke not exactly friendly, but it seemed they had a good enough relation to poke each other.

"Why it's almost boring out here, Magos Cumin. When one is always slaughtering heretics and mutants it can get rather dull. To see a massive starship fall from the orbit is a change of pace."

"One has to wonder how a vessel, no matter how damaged and broken, got through the planetary defenses and sensors." The Commissar question, a rather large boom crackled through the vox.

"A question that will remain that, a question." Cumin retorted, "but it won't remain so when I get to the bottom of it. We're sending a survey team to the crash, I can assume you will take care of the threat."

"Oh yes, we had the luck of the Emperor on our side as the ship crashed directly on top of the enemy. We had very little losses and have surrounded the vessel from all sides. Rest assured Magos, the only thing going in and out of that ship is guardsman."

"And my forces when they arrive, Commissar." Cumin added, "The vessel appears not to be Imperial descent, but we cannot allow it to fall into the hands of the heretics. When my Skitarii arrive, you may pull out your forces so that they may not damage anything else."

"Who knows what technology lies within that vessel. If it were to aid the imperium, then I am sure you would be very glad to obtain it at all costs."

"And if it is heretical? If it belongs to Xenos?" Anderson inquired.

"Then it shall be dealt with properly. Do not doubt my process Commissar, and I will not doubt yours." The Magos awaited a response before the vox spoke. "No doubt the Ordos Mechanicum of the Inqusition will be involved."

"As you do, Tech Priest," Anderson finally responded, "Glory be to the Emperor."

"Glory be to the Omnissiah," Cumin returned before cutting the channel. The Magos turned to his subordinates, his optics flittering before he spoke.

"We shall set course to the site. Inform the troops that we will be setting out. We must not waste this chance for advance in progress!" He declared.

His men all nodded before turning to their terminals. They connected themselves to their computers before relaying the message out.

"I will redeem myself," The Magos muttered to himself, "Even if I have to fight the Inqusition." Though he desperate hoped he would not have to.

~ ~ ~

The machines were losing. Despite all their advance weaponry and technology, they were being overwhelmed. No matter what tactics or strange machines they used, the guardsmen simply just threw themselves at the machines.

"Damn it! Do they ever end?!" A robot yelled firing a blast of laser shots. For every human they shot down, another ten replaced that man. Usually it was the other way around, where the robots would be never ending as they overwhelmed the humans.

"R0B-12!" Another bot came up to his comrade, ducking under lasgun fire. "Command ordered we provide covering fire and to push forward!"

"What the hell do you mean? We're getting tore to scrap out here-"

BOOM!

Artillery tore apart the ship's wall, metal and slag fell, smashing any machine and man. A gaping hole was left giving an opportunity for more artillery to destroy the machines.

The machines had no choice but to retreat, as their forces were obliterated. They threw up forcefields up, which could hold the blasts, but the amount of shells just shattered them like glass.

But as all the machines rushed deeper inside the ship, one machine slowly walked forward. While the machines stood at seven to nine feet, this one was roughly six feet. Synthetic muscles flexed and tensed as it walked forward.

It wasn't heavily armored, but it had metal plating only where it needed. The machines noticed the robot walking forward, and their scanners register it as one of the highest ranks.

Spinning a thick and heavy revolver in its hand, which was more human, the machine stopped at the edge of the battle field. A single glowing eye stared down the hoard of humans before flicking a coin up into the air.

With a trained eye and perfect calculation, the machine fired a shot. A shot of light flew forward and hit the coin before it ricocheted and hit a human right in the head.

The robot threw up more coins and fired, the shots flying out and hitting the human's right in the heads. The machine didn't waste time and rushed forward, pulling out a shotgun and fired.

The boom echoed as a buckshot tore through the guardsmen armor, reducing them to paste. The blood rained down on the machine, painting it red but the blood was then absorbed into the synthetic body.

The machine swapped its gun for a twin barrel mini gun and fired. Bullets tore through the guardsmen like butter, blood spilling out like a fountain painting the area red.

The other machines watched in awe before they began following orders. Provide covering fire and push forward. Their programming told them to retreat, it their orders were to fight.

"Yo, 81LL, is that...?" A machine asked as he reduced a human to ash.

"Yep, that's her, T3D." Another machine crushed a man's skull. "That is Mother, using a Blood Steel V1 prototype."

A tank fires at the Mother avatar, sending it flying back. Its armor plating was reduced to scrap, but the robot was still active. It swapped for a shotgun and dashes forward, quick bursts of speed allowed her to dodge the tank's shots.

Mother quickly snatched a woman by the throat and fired fired into her stomach. Blood and gore exploded in a mist, painting the machine red, but it was quickly absorbed and the armor plating seemingly regrew.

Mother then pulled out a massive rifle that crackled with electricity. When the tank was about to fire, she aimed and fired right into the cannon's barrel. The tank's barrel exploded, fire filling the insides. The shot pierced through the tank, melting through the armor plating.

V1 didn't waste time before switching to her shotgun. She pumped her gun multiple time before firing a grenade that screamed as it flew through the air.

It hit a group of human and exploded like an artillery shell. Body parts flew across the sky as slag and shrapnel pierced bystanders.

The machines and humans continued to fight, the two sides never gaining, but never falling back. As they fought, as machines broke and men died, Mother watched through the lens of her children.

Inside that 12 ton tank of computer, a sludge of metal, vaguely humanoid watched through cyberspace. Mother clasped two hands together as she watched.

She recalled fighting Carrion, blasting him with fires from the sun. The demon was there as well as the goddess. But admist the battle against the corpse, the star they fought on began its death. The star expanded enveloping the four of them as well as the star station they used.

And now she was on some foreign planet fighting humans that threw themselves like dogs. She was no stranger to warfare, but she was limited on resources and soldiers.

She had quickly constructed robot with a blood engine. A machine that could heal and repair itself by using blood as fuel. She would admit, the idea was not original, but these humans were just throwing themselves at her.

"I need information... but they have the ship surrounded," Mother hummed as her CPU processed thousands of scenarios. Solutions, successes, problems, failures, she processed everything with a mere fraction of a second before she winced. She held her head as a migraine flashed through her.

She was not at full power. Three power plants were not enough to power her. She needed to pace herself.

She focused again, taking her time but still processing multiple simulations. She could locate other signals from different sources, but they were too weak. She used the ship's remaining cameras and any machines that were near the edge of the ship.

There were still mass amounts of humans, all of them armed with artillery and heavy tanks. They were all standing armed and ready, waiting for anything.

She commanded a robot to walk into line of sight and it was immediately shot. Lasgun tore it into a pile of scrap riddled with holes. And even when the machine had lost signal, the guardsmen fired artillery at the machine, subsequently destroying other machines nearby.

Mother let out a sigh, or what equaled a sigh for a machine. She was in a tight squeeze. If she didn't do anything, her children would slowly be chipped away as they would run out of ammunition.

The human had fortunately only focused their invasion on two entrances, but it seemed there was another formation building up. She could hold them back for the time being, but she needed to do something.

... Yes, that would work.

~ ~ ~

As the machines fought, V1 had torn through the human forces considerably. But unfortunately it had received a blast from a Leman Russ Tank. Its armor wasn't at full capacity and it was reduced to scrap.

It would take time for another Blood Steel prototype to arrive but the machines continued to fight. The air was growing hot as laser beams cut through the air.

It was then a couple of vehicles rolled up from the machine's side. Instead of armed tanks or cannons on legs, these cannons had specialized cannons with canisters.

The machines all received their orders of the plan and all pushed forward. As they did, the cannons fired their shots. Spiked shells flew through the air before stabbing into the floor.

The guardsmen all braced for explosions, but were caught off guard as the shells hissed. Suddenly a gas sprayed out, enveloping the area in a cloud.

The machines pushed forward, firing at the humans as they all began screaming and crying. They all ran around vomiting blood and fluids as they breathed in the chemical gases. The machine's optics switched to thermal as they entered the gases.

But the machines didn't stop there as the cannons pushed forward and fired out the hole in the ceiling. The shells slammed into the ground and released the gas. With that many men and woman cramped together, there was nowhere to run as the guardsmen died horribly.

Chemical gas. Simple but effective.

But the guardsmen didn't simply roll over and die. While the machines did gain considerable ground, the guardsmen pushed even harder. Now sporting gas masks as they fired back.

The artillery didn't sit back either, they began firing relentlessly. Motar shells shook the entire ship, destroy the hull as it exposed the insides.

The machine's were exposed and were taking heavy fire. While it took a couple of shots to down a machine, hundreds of laser shots were fired, blasting holes through the robots. The machines were being torn apart.

The gas cannons were blown apart by tanks, gas obscuring the machines. But that didn't matter as suddenly multiple small flying bots came out of the gas. The guardsmen fired a hail into the air, hitting a couple of flying bots, but not all of them were hit.

One bot smashed into a cluster of men and exploded in a fiery wave of fire. The flames sprayed everywhere like a sprinkler, burning the humans alive. More and more bots crashed through the crowd, burning the meat bags.

But the guard did not break. The human continued to push forward, more tanks and turrets pulling up and firing. Other variety of vechiles pulled up as well, firing their arnaments.

But more and more machines spilled out, with more variety like multi legged heavy tanks quickly scattering across the battlefield. Flying bots that sprayed the field with fire and specialized cannons firing beams of light at tanks and artillery.

It seemed the machines were winning, easily flushing the humans.

Until the Mechanicus arrived.

Mother narrowed her eyes as she sense the radio signals of machinery arriving. It seems things were shaking up.

~ ~ ~

Karma's A Bitch

On the other side of the planet, far, far away from the growing Imperial territory was a city. The city was rather large and had made contact with the Imperium. They were in the midst of conversing with chaplins as this planet was one that was a property to the Imperium. But after the trade guy of the Horus Heresy, this planet had lost contact with the Imperium.

But the Emperor's light had not faded from the planet. Worshi and faith still flourished the planet, but there was the existence of other faith. This was not to be allowed, and was being sought out to be purged.

But deep, deep, deeeeep within your mom-, I mean the slums of the city. Where the filth and sewage drained into the earth. Where the poorest and slaves lived beneath. There laid a statue.

The statue was roughly 10ft, in a vague humanoid shape. Its feature was vague, removed from the elements of nature and time. Its arms have been removed, nothing but stumps in its place.

The residents and denizens had found the statue many months ago. At first they simply thought it to be a piece of stone, but after some time they noticed that the statue was abnormal.

Illnesses and health defects were noticeable lessened and healed. Thought processes were cleared, filthy water was seemingly filtered. Años food filled one more. Over all these all seemed like miracles.

And with ignorance comes worship. The humans gathered in secret and began praying to the statue. They adorned it with ornaments and donned it with whatever jewelry and paints they had. And somehow the mood rose.

Over all, the humans enjoyed this. They enjoyed the worship of this statue rather than the Emperor. For what did the Emperor ever do for them? Here they slaved away for the rich and powerful as the church drained them of resources. If they ever fell ill or became injured they would simply be replaced.

If one wanted to become something, then they would have to join the Astrum Militarum in hopes to become a guardsmen, but none that joined would ever return. For the Imperium demanded their tides and they would get their demands.

The humans gathered in secret, hidden in the slums of the city. They gathered in a closed off sewage system for their weekly sermon. They all had robes and painted themselves as they all chanted to the statue.

"Oh great stone! Healer of the sick, cleanser of the mind, and filter of the filth!" A priest, shaman, cleric, or a religious figure yelled. "We pray to you in gratitude of your grace. We pray that you so that we may continue to strive underneath the heel of the high!"

The crowd all chanted in High Gothic. They were limited in speech, but there were select few that understood what prayers and hymn to say. Their chanting grew louder and louder as they happily sung.

Everything seemed to be going well, until the gate of the chamber exploded. Men and women screamed as children cried. People tried to run only to be shot or smacked down by soldiers.

Armored men came into the chamber, all donned in black with faceless visors, they had rifles and high voltage shock batons. Cyber dogs barked as their masters held them back.

Vox enhanced speaker crackled and pierced ears before a voice spoke.

"This is a gathering is a violation of the Emperor's faith! You are all now deemed heretics and will be subjugated!" The voice was horrible. It grated on ones ears. "Do not resist or you will be subjugated!!"

The men surged forward, shock batons and rifles primed as they began ruthlessly beating the heretics. The cultists either tried to escape or fight back, but the number of black men beater them down.

"My priest! What did we do?!" A man yelled as he tried to get his wife away from the frontlines.

"We must flee! We cannot fight them here-" the man was cut off a shot rang out. The man stood still before he fell to his knees, blood spilling out his chest. The cultists all screamed and yelled as their leader was slain.

A black guard stood with a pistol in hand. He had brass marking donned on his armor, signifying his rank. He twirled his pistol before holstering it. Their mission was to find and capture the heretics. The cultists would then be made an example before being purged.

As the priests body spilled out, a puddle formed. The surge of emotions and violence filled the room. As the people were being beaten ruthlessly, the statue stood still.

Until it cracked.

Something deep within the statue ignited as its worshippers were subjugated.  The statue's washed out eyes glowed violet as markings on the statue flashed. An aura of power glowed around the stone as a soul awakened deep within the clay.

The captain jerked his head to the statue and before he realized what was going the statue exploded. Bits of stone and clay sprinkled the chamber as a wave of power washed over the people. The dogs shut their traps and the guards froze and the cultists turned to the pedestal where the statue laid.

Standing at roughly under 8ft, a woman with six arms and three faces glared downed the mortals. Red and blue marking glowed on her body, symbols and sigils of unknown cultures donning her body. Her body was like that of clay and stone and her fists were hard as steel.

Bang!

A shot rang out as the captain held his pistol. The woman's head flung backwards and she fell back. But she stomped her foot and picked her head up, a faint burn marked her forehead, the woman sneered before she let out a roar.

Leaping into the fray of the riot, the Amazonian woman threw a fist forward and sent a black guard flying into the ceiling. The chaos returned but the guards began focusing on the woman that appeared like a daemon to them. They fired their rifles, projectiles and bullets flying out.

They hit the woman, but merely bounced off before she dashed forward and slam her fist forward. Her punches were like cannons shots, each fist destroying bones and organs despite the armor. Cyber dogs lunged to attack, but the woman snatched them by the throats.

Two guards, with advance augmentations rushed in with high voltage shock batons and swung, but she caught their arms. With her final two arms, the woman punched the guards before throwing the dogs like balls. They smashed into the guards hard.

"We need back up! We have some kind of mutant monster the heretics are worshiping!" The captain yelled into a vox radio.

The woman slammed a fist into another guard, a visible dent forming in the armor as the man flew back limply. Despite the harm and destruction, the woman never touched any of the followers. She only needed a second to look at the situation and already knew who was the enemy.

Multiple heavily armored men came storming in. They had heavy Stubbers and began firing at the woman. The round flew forward and smashed into the woman knocking her back.

She hissed as bullets crashed into her. Bits and pieces of her body chipped of like stone. She dashed to the side before sprinting forward. But the amount of bullets was simply drowning her.

She was forced to take cover, hiding behind a wall, but even then the gunfire was grinding away. She needed to think fast. She turned to her followers and noted how the men simply gunned them down. They didn't hesitate as the men, women, and children were killed like dogs.

The woman grit her teeth as the marking on her body glowed. How could they treat them like this? How could they throw lives away like trash? But she was no strange to persecution. This was not the first time people were slain simply because they followed her.

"Paryaapt!!" With a burst of rage and anger, the woman sprints towards the guards. The bullets tear away at her body, but she does not care. She lunged at a guard and reels back a fist and throws it forward.

Crack!

A metal fist tears through the man's chest and comes out the other end. The guard gasps as his insides have been invaded. The woman sneered before yanking her fist out and picking up the man.

The guards turn their aim to the woman, but their comrade is thrown at them. They dodge the man and raise their guns, but the woman is already upon them. She throws her fists, her attack breaking their insides as they're broken apart.

The woman roars and screams as she tears through the ranks. More armored men and women come rushing in, but the woman tears them apart.

She grabs a man and picks him off the ground. Four arms pull at the guard's limbs as two hold him. He screams in pain, but the woman just glares at him. The sound of bone and flesh tear before finally something gives.

His arms and a legs are ripped apart from his body before his torso is thrown. The woman yells as she uses the limb as clubs, beating and smashing any enemy that dares to attack her people.

A handful of enforcers come in, in their hands are lasguns. The kneel in line and take aim before firing at the monster. Laser beams shoot out and hit the mutant.

The woman is brought out of her rage as hot pain strikes her. She covers her head and vitals as she hailed with lasers. She gasps as the shots tear chunks off her body. Holes and cracks form on on her body that she retreats. She turns to her followers and note that they had mostly escape.

It was just a small handful of men and women pinned down. They hid behind cover as lasers flew overhead. The six armed woman grit her teeth before she made a mad dash for them.

She ignored the steering pain striking her back and with her arms she picked up the humans. She didn't stop as she continued running, making serpentine moves as she dodged the fire.

"Ham yahaan se kahaan jaate hain?" She growled as a shot hit one of her faces. She nearly dropped the humans, but she kept a tight grip. One of her eyes were gone.

"W-what?!" A man yelped as a shot nearly took his arm off.

The woman leaped down a trench and kept running. The sound of cyber dogs barking could be heard from behind. The woman was running At breakneck speeds, but the mastiffs were slowly gaining.

The woman but her teeth before she threw one of the women up and grabbed her again. With a free hand, she formed a sign before a glyph appeared. The men and women watched in awe and amazement as their item of worship perform magic.

The hounds were close but suddenly they all tripped and rolled across the ground. Their all began spasming as their cybernetics and augmentations were malfunctioning. The dogs howled and yipped as the slowly died.

The woman coughed as blood flew out. She shook her head and ignored the pain before changing her aim. Forming another hand sign, she aimed at the ceiling and threw a punch.

The ceiling groaned and cracked as steel and concrete fell. The rubble and debris blocked their path as the enforcers came up to them. The Captain watched as the woman glared back at him.

With a final tremor, the debris completely blocked the path as the woman fell. She dropped her followers as she fell to her knees. She tried to stay upright, but she was so exhausted and fell face down.

The glowing markings on her body dimmed and the multiple arms she had disappeared into dust. Her extra faces seemingly retreated back into her head and her hair turned black. The woman was then left as if she were a normal human, two arms, one face, black hair.

The men and woman all watched in awe and shock as they all looked at one another. They nodded before approaching their savior and lifted her. Their goddess had come to life to save them, and in turn they would help her. It seems their faith was not misplaced.

Total words: 11,058

WHOO, that's a lotta words!

Anyway, hi. It's me, ya boy skinny penis. I know, I know, it's been a while. But I did say I would write something! And I did deliver.

Now let me be clear. I AM NOT AN EXPERT ON WARHAMMER. I don't know everything, I only got into this stuff like a year and a half ago, and I'm sure even those that know more also don't know everything.

But I gotta take a crack at it anyway! These are simply pilots, by the way. I'm gonna write another one to see if you guys prefer that one over this one. And yes, these things go completely against the norm of Warhammer.

Yes, that is a DEMON. Not a daemon, not a chaos worshipper, not a even a warp entity. It's a demon from Hell, like Satan and Jesus Hell. So obviously things are different, but the Imperium see it all the same.

Yes, that is an A.I., but it's not from the Dark age of technology. Not even from this universe. The trio are like just from an alternate universe, I suppose. They're OCs I have for a separate original story I'm also working in.

As for the goddess, iiiiitttttssss Karma baby! The same goddess that grants the characters from my RWBY fanfic their magic powers. Obviously I'm gonna take some liberties, cause I still don't have the karma magic system down.

The Demon starts off in a warzone. The A.I. i will have in a warzone as well, but it's near an outpost or maybe a manufacturing factory. Whatever would give it an edge, but it's trapped right now. Karma is on the depth of a hive city, so plenty of problem to start off there.

The trio are obviously overpowered in the scenario they're in. But that doesn't mean I gonna make it easy. I'm gonna blast them in the face every chance I get. I will post the other pilot soon enough, so you guys can decide which path I should take.