Rogal Dorn, Primarch Of The Imperial Fists's Story

"Admiral, unknown ships in force arriving in the sector. Scans read the enemy fleet's largest ship is 3KM long sir. Orbital platforms are arming weaponry and the fleet in preparing weapons. Issuing hails sir." A crewman spoke as he, along with possibly one million souls began to power up the gargantuan 8KM battleship arming Void Shields and weapon batteries.

Not only that, but perhaps 75 other ships ranging from 2KM long to 8KM long all were prepared to engage the enemy fleet if neccecary

"Attention unknown fleet, This is Battlefleet Terran of Terra. This is the 'Halberd Of Faith' and we have picked up a massive force belonging to your fleet. State your purpose immediately, any attempts to stall or divert the conversation will be met with lethal force." The Admiral would either appear on any holofeild projector they had or through regular vocal communication.

The great Imperial Naval Fleet was an awe striking sight for many. Gargantuan ships that appeared made for the sole purpose of war. Each ship decorated with the Imperial Eagle and the massive Star ports served as massive defensive batteries. Every single aspect of this fleet just oozed war. Possibly from the many battles each ship suffered.

Of course the weaponry of the ships seemed similar to some forces they recently encountered. "Admiral, some reports say that some of their weapons are similar to a previous fleet that recently engaged other Imperial assets awhile ago. However their make, and design are highly different. I advise caution Admiral" A crewman reported.

Kinara stood and answered the hail, her face appearing in either a hologram or on the screens in the bridge, looking to the Admiral. "Battlefleet Terran, this is Kinara, Jedi Commander of the Grey Battalion, on the Obsidian Eagle. Our purpose is to aide in the protection of Terra and her assets, as well as establish a base of operations from which to operate ourselves in a professional manner." She stated.

"We have no intention of attacking or incurring the wrath of the Imperium, we may outnumber you, but you are far more experienced in the art of War, we wouldn't stand much of a chance." She added. "As stated before, we wish to aide in the defense of Terra, not attack it." She said.

Her voice was calm, and exact. She could sense the willingness to decimate her fleet in his voice and stature, and though she would last long enough to get away, she'd sustain heavy damage. She waited for a response, hoping it would be positive.

For a moment the figure remained silent however the man quickly spoke up looking at her figure through their holo display. "Understood Kinara. For now your intentions are considered friendly for the time being. However we are the shield of this planet, we shall transfer this communication to a figure with the power to grant your request." The man soon swapped frequencies so she did not heave to hear the unnecessary chatter.

"Lord Dorn, my apologies but a force known as the Grey Battalion wish to establish a base on Terra. If you wish to spare some time I have the communication ready to transfer at any time." The Admiral spoke in another transition before a voice replied. "Understood Admiral. I can negotiate with this Grey Battalion. Transfer the communication when ready."

In a minute the figure of the Admiral was replaced by a massive man cladded in yellow power armor. He was perhaps ten feet tall with a symbol of a black fist of his chest. "Greeting Kinara of the Grey Battalion. My name is Rogal Dorn, son of the Emperor and primarch to the Imperial Fists chapter of Space Marines. If I have heard you correctly you wish to establish a base of operations on Terra. We see that you wish to help defend the planet but all is known that not everyone tell the truth. What is the purpose of your base? Is it military? Social? Or perhaps spiritual in nature?" The massive man replied. Remaining well postured without any trace of any uneccecary emotion.

Kinara offered a small bow when greeted by Dorn, politeness would aide her in her quest she thought. "Primarch Dorn, The nature of my base is twofold: Primarily, it is a military base, where my soldiers can train, rest, and live off of their ships when they are not being used for their primary purpose. It can also be used as a refugee camp in crisis situations, under the guard of the Grey Battalion's soldiers. Secondarily, it aides in a sort of Spiritual Nature. I have an sensitivity to something known as The Force, you and your Emperor are strong in this Force...though you may know it by another name. Terra in and of itself is strong in the Force, I wish to use the comfort of a secure base to meditate, and gain enlightenment through it. I was present in the Wing City Main Gate Incident, it was my abilities in the Force that slowed and calmed the torrent of energies coming from that poor woman who exploded." she explained.

"That rift is still there, If allowed, I would like to build a monument around the rift, one that would allow it to breathe, but not allow those who shouldn't be touching it to do so. However, that is a personal matter." She added. She couldn't read him as easily as the Admiral, but he was strong in the Force, it radiated off of him like a reactor.

"That is my purpose, Primarch. Do I have your consent?"

"Under our normal circumstances allowing an unknown force station a base in the city would be inconvivable where we came from. However, due to new events we do not have any reason to turn you down. Just ensure you keep your military presence low, we will allow you to gather arms, vehicles and weaponry. However do not expand too big without consulting with us. Another note, some people on the planet follow the Imperial Cult. We ask that you must never disgrace the Emperor's name. Other than that, if you are going to protect this planet then we of the Imperium welcome you to Terra. You are free to enter into the planets orbit now." Dorn nodded his approval and soon the weapons of the Imperial Navy began to power down to give them some ease of comfort knowing they were not going to have a space battle. Of Course Dorn had a question of his own.

"I do have one question Kinara of the Grey Battaltion. Do you by chance know of other fleets that use your design of weaponry? We once had Imperial assets under heavy attack by three unknown forces. One fleet in particular had similar weapon designs to what we have seen from your fleet. I ask because many Imperial lives were lost and we were hoping to find some answers which may lead us to whoever attacked us." Dorn asked. By no means was he insisting on the issue of course.

Upon being given permission to build their base, which would come to expand to outside the city for the most part, allowing for optimum usage of Wing City's grounds for the civilians, the fleet began to move as one, and the main hangars of each Venator opened. From every hangar in the fleet, every Transport and heavy Transport began their approach towards their projected base site. They were escorted by ten squadrons of Shadow Wing fighters, and went down to the planet's surface to begin while the fleet slowly entered orbit and turned to face away from the planet, to aide in its defense.

Kinara was about to switch off communications when Dorn spoke again, she looked up to his holographic image and tilted her head, thinking for a few seconds. "Before I left, I encountered something similar to which you speak. They call themselves the Sith, or have "Sith" somewhere in their name." She said. Their dreadnoughts are of an ancient design, and though by today's standards they are old, they can prove to be a significant threat." she explained. She paused for a moment, reading Dorn's expression.

"However, if those were not the ships you encountered, I have a friend who is an expert in building ships. I could contact her, and ask to give both of our forces council on how to quickest defeat these ships." she added. "She built my fleet, and is building another mighty addition that will dwarf even my Flagship." she sighed, and pushed a few buttons on her console. "I will send the plans for my own ships and for other ships I have encountered in my travels, so that you may study them and find weak spots to target once you get past their shields. This is all I can do besides assist in defense if and when they attack again." she smiled, and nodded.

"If that will be all, I will take my leave to oversee the construction of my base, which will be primarily outside the City walls, but just barely expand to the inside." she gave a bow, and ended her side of the transmission.

Dorn nodded as he received her reply. He had no more questions to ask and cut the communications feed. With that, the Imperial fleet returned to its standby duty wathing over Terra for any sign of hostiles.

Roughly 500,000 kilometers from Terra's high orbit, just beyond the Imperium's defensive perimeter and slightly off the formation of Grey Order vessels, several distortions could be detected as roughly a dozen ships winked into existence.

One of them was the Reverence II "Solemn Penance" which bore obvious markings of the United Aschen Empire. Completing its jump the ship found itself among several of its escorts. Specifically two Iconoclast class Battleships, two Punisher class Battleships, eight Hastati class cruisers and roughly a dozen Vigiles class escort destroyers, additionally the fleet was protected by a formation of Imperial Aegis cruisers, which would supplement the defenses of the reverence II.

Temporarily attached to the Solemn Penance, Admiral Éclaire Hanley would be in charge of the entirety of the planned operation.

With the anticipation the Imperium ships would shoot first, immediately upon exiting FTL, a massive canopy shield enveloped the small group, along with a Planck field to prevent boarders from teleporting aboard, a hard lesson learned from the Aurora incident.

With the shimmering aegis field up, capable of withstanding a sustained barrage from even the mightiest of weapons, the Aschen fleet settled into position, and waited to be hailed.

"Admiral! Energy signatures detected. They are the same as the forces that attacked Imperial assets." A crewman spoke as the Imperial Navy was arming weapons again. "I want a communication transmition to the enemy fleet!" The Admiral spoke as the crewman instantly nodded.

"Attention! You are now entering Imperial space hostiles. Turn around immediately or face destruction in the Emperor's name." The admiral hailed the enemy ship. In ten seconds the whole Imperial Navy armed with Lance Batteries, Heavy Macro bombardment cannons and long ranged torpedo's were now trained on the Aschen ships.

"You have much nerve to show your face to us after you dare strike at us. Give us one reason why we should not condemn you all to die and be done with it instead of letting you go free." The Fleet Admiral spoke as the ships Nova Cannon was aimed right at the center of their fleet.

"Defensive formation Foxtrot! Medical Ships and Tartans to the surface, oversee Base Construction." Kinara barked as the Grey Battalion ships formed with those of the Imperium. The Venators all formed the rear of the formation, the Two medical ships and four Tartan Patrol Cruisers continuing forward to the planet's surface. The Obsidian Eagle, the 5KM flagship of her fleet, was in the center of the formation, with the Venator Class Star Destroyers around her in a Heptagonal protective sphere. The Main hangars atop the ships slid open, and pilots readied the fighters and bombers. The Sabre Class Star Destroyers, newly made and upgraded to be more than double their original size, formed the bulk of the fleet, forming an anti-capital ship screen with what appeared to be only eight Super Heavy Turbo Laser Batteries at the ready, however, something was off about them.

The Point Defense of the fleet was weakest at the very front, however, every meter further into the formation would prove more and more difficult to navigate, and the level of Point Defense upped itself massively with the Venators and Obsidian Eagle, as well as the Acclamators. At Kinara's word, the entire fleet would begin firing, but for now, everything was silent.

Pressing a button on her chair, a claw came from the ceiling and picked it up, giving her mobility over the bridge. She moved to a large hologram projector, which projected hers, the Imperium's, and the Aschen fleets all clearly. "Fucking hell...." she grumbled. She opened comms to her fleet. "Grey Battalion this is Kinara." she started.

"Before us is the Aschen fleet. They're big. They're strong. They're smart. But you were bred for war, and if that's what they want, we'll give them one." Kinara spoke. "All ships await my command, let's hope this doesn't turn into a shit storm." she called back the fighters she'd sent to the planets surface, and they turned around, set to return in a few minutes.

The tension could be cut with a butter-knife, let alone a Lightsaber.

The CIC of the Solemn Penance was quiet as Admiral Hanley listened intently to the transmission, slowly cantering her head in slight confusion at two alien fleets that the empire had little contact with.

With a swift gesture, she keyed up the tactical display, a large holographic projection showing the three fleets shimmering before her, showing movements and tactical formations in real time, along with highlighted tactical suggestions and energy readouts.

Sweeping her hand she zoomed in, manipulating the hologram, and then panning back out.

"Hostile?" She asked herself, before querying the datalink with both ship designs, searching the logs of every ship in the aschen fleet for engagement reports, of which there was only one remotely close match.

"Hmm..." Hanley said. "There are contact reports here from the Navo Vasta Solitudine... entered by Admiral Clegg; but there's no engagement reports here, weapons were readied but not fired, the fleet observed and engagement between these ships and and two unidentified alien fleets, later identified as the Sith Empire and the 6th Order..." Hanley mumbled.

Keying up the communication, Hanley spoke, her voice firm yet her words clear as they rang across a wide band communications frequency.

"Vessels of the Imperium of Man, this is Admiral Claire Hanley, of the United Aschen Empires Imperial Defense Force. Be advised our intentions are peaceful, and we have no records of ever attacking vessels of your kind, I've reviewed all contact logs with your people and have found no indication of past engagements." Hanley hailed, looking at the logs.


"Be advised that opening fire will be considered an act of war, and will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of our military capabilities. However I will reiterate that our intentions here are peaceful, and we will not attack unless provoked." Hanley said calmly.

"I have been sent by my government to discuss a matter of importance to all of us."

Bringing up a data file, she transmitted a video recording of the aschen engagement with the forces of Chaos to the Imperium Fleet, and then continued her message.

"A few days ago one of our patrol fleets were attacked by vessels similar to yours, yet they utilized some form of magic that was beyond our understanding and our fleet was lost, we were hoping you could shed some light on this matter."

Silently she awaited a reply.

"Chaos..." The Admiral muttered watched the footage, their greatest enemy and a great threat to the universe itself. However, this still did not excuse one thing. "You may not have noticed us because we were stuck fighting two fleets...however this may change your thoughts. We recovered data-slates from one of our ships that were destroyed." The admiral sent a feed of the massive space battle from one of the Imperial battleships as it engaged three different fleets with all of its holy firepower. The call to retreat was ordered, however a few remained behind to stall the enemy. And this data-slate was one such ship.

"We have faced this enemy for millennium. Despite your assault on our fleet, it is more wise to share with you all we know about that toe you encountered known as Chaos. Under the Empeor, he has decreed that we keep violence down, and to start negotiating with...aliens..." The Admiral almost spat the last words. But to do so would be heretical under many circumstances since to order came right from the Emperor.

"Chaos only has one goal. Drown the universe in endless war and blood until all life in the universe is estinguished. Wether it be man, woman, child or alien. No one is safe from the assault of Chaos. Chaos serves the Four Gods of Chaos, malevolent being swept that grant their blessings and minions to them. The first thing you should keep wary about is that once you see and engage the forces of Chaos, your very soul is forever tainted which slowly eats away at you. The more you face Chaos, the further the corruption spreads until you start to hear whispers, demonic voices persuading you. No matter how pure you are, or how faithful you are...Chaos will eventually claim you either in life or in death. Thanks to our venerable Emperor he keeps our souls safe from being dragged into the jaws of the Warp."

"The Chaos forces are comprised of fallen Adeptus Astartes, or Space Marines from the days of old. They are genetically enhanced super humans that are worth a hundred men in almost all cases. Other forces have also joined with Chaos being our brave soldiers from the Imperial Guard to millions of other people. Civilian or soldier it matters not. They also use demonic entities from the Warp, from a sacrifice to keeping a portal open to the realm of the warp, these demons under whatever foul God they serve can change the very battle. And with greater demons...their very presence could cause many people to retreat in terror. In any case, enough ordinance will force them back to the Warp but any attempt to truly kill them is only in the hands of our Emperor."

"As we said before, the Warp is like the 'spiritual' world opposite of our own. Warp travel is vastly different from normal means of FTL travel. To start, Warp travel can bypass almost all means of defense and go past physical obstacles making it a 'safe' means of travel. However, Warp based travel is highly dangerious for anyone without a Gellar Feild or an experienced psychic user to navigate the Warp. Warp based technology harnesses the power of the warp wether it come from a person or a warehead that even the mightiest ship would have no match for. The only defense against the Warp is a Gellar Feild. Without it, any planet with shielding will prove useless against stopping the Legions of Chaos for they can bypass it using the warp to enter."

"As for Chaos itself, they can also corrupt anything they with. From flesh or steel to even a planet, their very presence must be stomped out as soon as possible for there is one important thing to note. If you do not stop Chaos forces on a planet in time, it will change into a Demon Planet, in which case any means to actually destroy it will not work as it is now part of the Warp itself. Keep that in mind that no matter how small Chaos appears to be, it should be treated with high priority for lest you know it the entire planet and its defenders will fall."

"For the Chaos Gods themselves. Their followers are divided into five categories. Followers of Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, Slaanesh, or Chaos Undivided. Servants of Khorne are war made flesh, blessed by the foul war God of Chaos, their followers boast even more strength and speed than any regular Space Marine and are resistant to magic. Followers of Tzeentch are usually sorcerers, or clever individuals who can craft many plans or even peer into the future. They use psychic magic, or can find means to better improve themselves through knowledge. Followers of Nurgle are walking, plagued filled beings that love life or death. They boast an inhuman amount of resistance against weaponry and can walk through an entire squad's worth of firepower for a period of time. The worst part is that once any infected blood gets on your skin or armor it will be a slow and painful death which will even rot the soul. And finally...followers of Slaanesh...Having fun is what they live for from parties filled with drugs and pleasures of the flesh. They don't seem bad until you realize they love to torture anyone until they are mind slaves to Chaos. They are rather...not useful on battle but when it comes to corruption, they are rather good at it. For Chaos Undivided, they worship all Gods equally."

After the Admral finished speaking, he cleared his throat. "I can explain about technology, however we do not have a few years to sit around. You may face the same foe, however after your assault we will not let you access Imperial Records for personal offtime research. Until amends are made, we will only speak with you at this distance. You now have what you need to know about our our greatest foe. In due time if our Emperor wishes you may scheduale a meeting with our venerable Emperor to talk about peace terms." The man soon finished speaking.

Kinara stayed silent when it came to the negotiations. She knew nothing of which they spoke; it would be out of place for her to speak. She listened however, to the description put forth by the Imperium, copying it down to a holo-journal on her wrist-mounted comms pad. She leaned back in her seat and narrowed her eyes, the fighters she requested returning to the fleet and docking in the hangar bays of their respective ships for refueling and rearming.

Chaos....an unending War....it sounded like Sith and their underlings. The numerous wars against the Republic for whatever reasons there were. She sighed, her microphone muted. The Aschen didn't want a fight. Good, neither did she. She rubbed her eyes and put her feet up, reaching out with the Force to feel the intentions of the Aschen, to try and discern if whether or not they were telling the truth. It was the least she could do in this situation.

Once again Hanley opted to check the records, the AI once again returned no record of any engagements with Imperium forces, this caused her to slightly purse her lips, and disconnect the search interface.

With another swift motion, she keyed the communication back to Admiral Dorn.

"We have no records of any aggression displayed towards your people, and our military keeps meticulous records, likewise we continue to harbor no aggression towards your people, and seek to work together to eliminate this Chaos threat you have described; as they are a threat to us both." Hanley explained.

"If we work together, we can swiftly put an end to this threat; or we can consider the alternative of a long drawn out campaign against these demons you speak of."

Heaving a sigh, Hanley paused and looked around the CIC, before keying up the communication.

"Even if we have no record of any hostility, if it's compensation you seek, name your price and I will bring your demands back to my Government for consideration."

"Lord Dorn, the fleet is willing to compisate. Shall we respond sir?" The fleet admiral spoke to the space marine Primarch.

"Aschen fleet, this is Rogal Dorn. One of the sons to the Emperor. All we ask then is for raw materials. Mostly steel if available. We have no need of monetary benefit. As for the demonic threat, we will be forced into a long drawn out war. For trying to crush the heart of Chaos is all but impossible...But we of the Imperium wish to establish a hopefully non hostile alliance. We have many enemies of man that's needs to be slain...we don't need to spill uneccecary blood when we can." The Primarch spoke.

The Imperial officers simply remained silent as his word was almost the word of the Emperor.

Admiral Hanley considered the request for several moments, they could spare the resources, light-mass-fabrication allowed for the easy fabrication of raw materials, which meant they could provide the Imperium limitless resources. The same limitless resources that allowed the Aschen Empire to wage it's wars of aggression.

She decided that they could spare something.

Keying up the communications, she spoke her reply to Admiral Dorn.

"I will arrange for thirty thousand cubic tons of Steel to be transported to this world, In exchange, I request the schematics so that we may construct these Gellar fields you speak of, if we're to defend ourselves against this threat."

After a long pause, Hanley spoke again.

"Do we have a deal?"

Rogal Dorn thinks for a minute, this trade would be a bit beneficial...however, he was not willing to trust this Aschen Empire at this moment. Not until their Emperor deems them a suitable ally. "I will have to decline that deal. The schematics for the Gellar Field are highly prized in the Imperium. Keep in mind we are still highly untrustworthy of your people. No records on such an attack on Imperial ships, continuing to deny involvement despite the evidence we have show you. Even if the Imperium require the resources we will not strike a deal until the Emperor himself decides to give your people a chance. You shall make due with what you have, even against our mortal enemy. We do not need to arm any Empire with Imperial technology. Unless the Emperor himself decrees such a thing." The Primarch declined the deal.

"You are on your own for now Aschen Empire. We must prepare against the coming storm. We do not need to worry about your Empire as well." Soon communication was cut. Even if Chaos was on the horizon, Dorn knew he could not just trust this people as easily he had hoped.

The Admiral simply frowned as they declined the deal. It was no matter, the Aschen had technologies they could compensate with.

"Then we will withhold our shipments until such time you've deemed us worthy to trade with." Hanley said, making a long somewhat disappointed face. "We're a pragmatic civilization and are willing to work even with our enemies, but only under the circumstances that benefit us. When your Emperor has deemed us worthy of working together, we will revisit these negotiations."


After a few more moments, Hanley keyed up one last transmission. "I am transmitting coordinates to the Aschen world of Tal'dor, if your Emperor wishes to pursue talks with us, this is the only world that has been set up to receive foreign visitors."

Once the coordinates were transmitted, Hanley turned back to her XO.

"Set course back to the Empire, even if it's limited this intelligence will be of value to us." She said, the word passed to her XO, the Reverence II and it's accompanying fleet promptly winked out of high orbit, disappearing without a trace.

In the Center of Wing City, the Imperial forces of the city began to help set up Imperial booths in the area to get ready for the election. Imperial Guardsman in the hundreds were all kept busy as they got to work, ensuring patrol routes, defenses and decorations. Some Sisters of Battle also helped out, albeit to the Guardsmans's dismay...They were more nervous with them around thinking that one little mistake and it was punishment for them. Although for those of higher faith their presence was more calming.

In the heart of this Rogal Dorn was speaking to two Space Marines. A captain of the Blood Ravens, and a Marshal of the Black Templars. "Renalanus Phorixx, I am hereby requesting your assistance during this election. Your Black Templars are in top numbers hence you shall be here to defend the city alongside me and my Imperial Fists and the Imperial Guard forces of the Valhallan's." Rogal Dorn spoke as the Marshal stood up straight.

"No disrespect Lord Dorn, but we of the Black Templars do not sit idlely while our foes are somewhere out there." The Marshal replied. Although he and his fellow brothers were not one for defense when there were hostile xenos to purge in the universe.

"I have no doubt that there will be underhanded dealings going on, and some forces will no doubt be prepared to strike at a moments notice. Multiple assasins deployed by the Imperial Guard are stationed in key areas to eliminate such foes, our main mission here is to ensure the safety of this city, the elected individuals, and to prevent anything from happening. I have already sent Imperial Guard teams around the city to round up known criminals and investigate any strange rumors. You are here to unsure if the enemy uses force you will be ready to strike. However if that is not the case your numbers will ensure no open cracks in defenses. We defend all main Imperial assets and the runners up for the election. I do not ask you to defend...I ask you to hunt down any hostiles in this star system. The Ultramarines, Blood Ravens and the Imperial Fists will defend the election. If worst does come no doubt a large force will distrupt this event so be ready for tactical insertion to return." Dorn spoke before turning around to begin his side of prepperations.

"I will not fail Lord Dorn...by my honor you will see our efforts true...Even if it costs me my life I will prevnt all interuptions in this election." The Space Marine Marshal soon went off to organize his space marines to head back to orbit. If worse did come they would be ready to return to kill.

The standing fleet of 100 Imperial ships soon had readings all across the board. At first there were hundreds of contacts, then there were thousands. Their numbers were immense. At first they had assumed it to be just a small Tyranid splinter fleet, but from what scanners picked up it was just a massive human fleet.

Of course Void shields were armed and weapons were primed, on the surface of the planet, a planetary Void shield defending the massive orbital defense weaponry were charged and ready to unleash destruction upon the enemy if they proved to be hostile. The main ship, a 30 kilometer long ship dubbed 'The Fist of Dorn' was the commanding ship of the area.

Onboard was one of the Space Marine Primarchs, almost like a general that commanded the Imperium. Onboard Rogal Dorn, one of the Emperors very own sons watched the massive fleet without an ounce of fear. They had faced greater numbers than this, from the slow but utterly destructive Necrons to the innumerable Tyranids. If they proved to be hostile they would fight like any other.

However if they were here to invade, weapons would have been fired already. The Flagship sent their hail to the unknown fleet. "Attention unknown fleet, you have entered Terran space under the watchful eye of the Imperium. I am Rogal Dorn, Primarch of the Imperial Fists Space Marine Chapter. State your business in this sector within ten standard seconds or we will open fire." The Primarch stated. If they took it as a threat so be it, the safety of Terra was in their hands, and he was not going to let a possible enemy gather time to organize an attack. Ten seconds was far more than enough for a sensible person to easily explain their reasonings.

Shimizu casually looked over to the flickering hologram of the incoming message. He was confident that the Soja, powered by the three gems of the Chosin Washu, was more than capable of fending off whatever these Imperials as they called themselves could throw at him.

Shimizu looked up, and an outgoing communication was put together, broadcast to the fleet before them, while the Soja's weapon systems targeted each of the one hundred vessels in the background, garnering data, calibrating the main weapon, which could easily splinter the Imperium fleet before them.

But that was not what Shimizu was here for.

He was here for peace.

"I am Takayama Shimizu, reigning monarch of the Taiyou Empire of Greater Niihama, esteemed friends and seekers of peace and prosperity to all those whom we meet." He said, feigning a slight Taiyou accent, even though he spoke perfect common. "Do not be alarmed by our numbers, they dedicate their lives to protecting me, each one of them serving honorably." Takayama said softly, his voice smooth, yet confident.

"We offer our friendship, and wish to make contact with your leaders so we may show them everything we have to offer."

Dorn crossed his arms as the man identified as Takayama Shimizu introduced himself. Dorn knew their weaponry would be more than capable of crushing the massive fleet before him, however this man, the monarch of his empire was seeking peace. Seeking peace with a massive show of force?...He may have been their monarch but a massive fleet like that was laughable.

However, since they did not seem entirely hostile Dorn spoke. "You are speaking to one of the leaders of the Imperium. Our Emperor is doing important work for mankind so I here in his stead. If you offer peace then so be it. If you have something to offer then we shall see." He replied.

He of course was more thankful it was humans than xenos he was talking to this about, it was strange enough that the Emperor would make peace with those strange Felinid like creatures...But he would not question his methods.

Shimizu offered a warm smile at the display, as Yamamoto's voice echoed behind him.

"Tennoheika; we're receiving a report from the Shintenchi." He said calmly. "This Imperium control a great portion of the planet, but the Shogunate have reported they have left them alone for the most part; Shintenchi has also reported a Terra Nova faction on the eastern seaboard of Aslund." Yamamoto explained.

"Scans have come in, their ships are formidable, but the Soja's weapon's and our superior numbers will prevail in conflict."

Shimizu nodded, pondering this for a moment.

"Prepare my security contingent, and my sudden transport; I would like to proceed to the surface."

He looked up to the display, and nodded.

"Well, leader of the Imperium; I have a colony on the planet I would like to check up on, and humbly request passage to the surface; I believe we have a great many things to discuss."

"You are free to proceed forward. And I am no leader, I am just a Primarch. The Son of our Emperor, he is our true leader. Let us be brief in our exchange on the surface, I know we both are busy people. Terra's safety is my number one concern. But I shall be on the surface as well when you land." Dorn replied as his image faded out.

Well, it was time to begin speaking with another faction. Even if the Emperor was not here he had to ensure things went well.

It has been a few years in the making, their plans finnaly put into effect. Their holy mission now underway, the Imperium has officially declared all out war to rid Terra of the Shadow Legion threat.
With one narrow pass for ground troops, these men of the Imperium knew it would be far from easy.

The enemy would be fighting with everything they had, with tooth and nail they would fight back no doubt. To keep their corrupted claws into Terra to continue their terrorization. But today, one nation was making its stand. One nation that came to Terra with little support, and now the day has come as they caught with everything they had at every waking moment the second they landed on this invasion filled ball of a planet.

Since their arrival, invasions has happened less often, the only thing they had to contend with were raids by their enemies. But their time finnaly came, to finnaly take the fight to the enemy. Hundreds...Thousands...No more than that...Millions of soldiers marched through this narrow pass, armed from the simple Guardsman Private with his flak armor and las-gun to the elite Storm Troopers. Experienced, highly trained and well equipped with Carapace Armor and Hellguns. More than capable of blasting apart heavily armored enemies with ease.

Alongside all these soldiers marched the Space Marines, these genetically modified Superhumans towered over the Imperial Guard infantry. Marching shoulder to shoulder with inhuman discipline. Bolter weaponry held in their hands, minds steeled for what was to come and their souls ready to accept the Emperors light. There may only be a few Hundred...But with numbers like those they were a whole army by themselves.

And many more of these Space Marines were in orbit, with a hundred ships all primed, loaded and ready to fire. They would be ready to descend into orbit in drop pods into enemy formations, instantly reinforcing their numbers and depleting the enemies.


The armored support came from the Imperial Guard, in the form of many different tanks. From the all Purpose Lemen Russ Battle Tank and all its vairents to add to the destruction to the mightiest Tank known as the Baneblade along with it’s own variants. There was also artillery in the form of Basilisk and Manticores, but alongside them were heavy Siege weaponry.

The most notable War Machine, and by far the largest on the ground was the Ordinatus Mars. It was 1.6 Kilometeres long, walls half a mile tall. Armored and well defended. Armed with the Sonic Disruptor, this massive machine was the Imperium’s way of breaking into Draco’s fortress. Alongside this enormous war machine, an Imperator Class Titan, despite being far less large only being 55 meteres tall, this massive war machine was powerful enough to obliterate entire cities by itself. With a dedicated crew onboard to defend against anything remotely lucky to get close to it in the first place. These two engines of war were their most crucial assets to quickly get into the fortress.



In the heart of it all was Commisar Ciaphas Cain pulled into the front yet again. His legend as a Hero to the Imperium was widely known in almost all corners of the Imperium, his very presence bolstering the already zealous Guardsman to even greater levels. His ability to command his men however was top notch as well which is why he along with Rogal Dorn, one of the Emperors own sons was directing the whole army respectively in the Capitol Imperialis, a ten meter tall and very heavily armored mobile command center. With Six Void Shields, a main cannon that can put a whole squadron of lemen Russ tanks to shame, and a hundred twin-linked heavy Bolters for personal defense. This Command Center would prove to be very hard to destroy.


And finaly at the heart of it all was the leader of the Imperium himself, The Emperor of Mankind. Known for his almighty power, his leadership and leading humanity through dark times. He marched forward with his sword gripped tightly. Today...There will be no mercy...Today there will be no mercy...

As aircraft soared through the air, this marked the beginning of the end. The Imperium would finnaly fight with the full fury of vengeance. This marked the Imperium versus the Shadow Legion. And to this marked a bloody war to preserve the peace on Terra and ridding it of one of it’s evils once and for all.

“In the name of the Emperor! Let none survive!”