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Ok I just made this up on a whim. I didnt work to hard on it literally I did this in 45 minutes so sorry about the spelling and other mistakes. Please judge and tell me how I can improve. If I make this terrible Im sorry But as for the main conflict tell me what you think of it. Personally I really like the match that Im gonna set up. First is the genestealer cult second will be a cult of the dark gods. You'll see in the next installment. Hope you enjoy.
He smiled.
The Primarch would be pleased with this. The Inquisitors body was suddenly swarmed by his genestealer brethren.
"Now our secret is assured and we can take this world in the name of the primarch" Cheers spread throughout the halls. Even now plans were in motion so that the upper class of Zues and its ranking Imperial Guard commanders would be "Brought" Into the fold, either by conversion by words, or by "convinvcing" by his brethren.
Chuckling quietly he turned around to face more of his brethern. "Today the biggest threat to our beloved Primarch has been destroyed, the Primarch promises me that we shall all be awarded when our other brothers in the stars come to claim this planet. We shall be the chosen, the first to open the path to victory for our space brothers. Join togther brethern in holy worship as the Primarch bestows upon us his wisdom!"
Jason Humane, a man of about 6'6 and completly bald, extremly muscular and a face that looked pretty normal, sat down. Instantly all 40 brethern formed a circle around him and sat down. Each one closed their eyes and listened intently to the voice they all wanted to hear. Suddenly Jason spoke, his voice laised with power and all the brethren burned to obey it
"My Children now is the time to rise up. Already some of our brethren are in place to swiftly attack those who would call themselves master over me. Soon they shall bow down to me. Soon we shall rule this planet. But be weary, there will be those that fight off our advancement, those that will call us monsters, mutants. In return we call them tyrants. We will show them the suffering we have gone through to serve our masters, the children that slave away at factories. The parents that have literally died to bring in some meager wage. All for our families. All for our survival. But now it is our time my children, now we will eat as they work themselves to the bone. Now we will relax and play as they die. Now we will finally have all that we ever wanted as they suffer as we did. Remeber my children, this is the promise to both the brethren and the converted. The Emperor is not here. If he was why are there sick and dieing all around us. We have toiled for this Imperium of man Long enough. We shall rule and, we shall be the kings of it. When our brethren from space arrive they shall kill all. For even though we have suffered, we are not sinless. But remeber this, through our death may we continue. Through our death they shall continue the crusade for the complete annihilation of the galaxy, so that all worlds will be sinless. Through this we are being sinless. How is it wrong? We shall create the perfect galaxy. One withought sin. We in the end shall have been perfect. Do not run in fear of death, embrace it. For it is what is needed to continue the crusade. Only in unity and conviction may we kill these tyrants and monsters. Only in war may there be perfection. We shall have enemies. There will be casualties. Worry not, for even in death you shall serve our space brethren. Fear nothing for soon perfection of life shall come, and with it shall be the begining of perfection of the galaxy."
Jared's eyes opened. He looked around. He saw conviction in the converts eyes. While in the brethren he saw stone hard determination.
Perfect.
The converts are ready Primarch as are the brethren.
He heard cheering and praises being shouted from above. He looked up and smiled
Thousands of brethren and converts shouted out praises of the primarch. The Genestealer broods mobilized for war. All was ready. All that was needed now was for the message to be spread out to the millions.
"Go" He shouted into the masses "Spread the word, the time for war is upon us"
With that the chapel emptied. Outside alarms started to sound as suddenly both citizen and soldier turned on one another.
His smile grew. The time for the cult of gene was now. It was time to grow the ranks. "As the Primach wishes so shall we serve" with that he left to follow the Primarchs orders.
Today was when they ascended to rule.

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Hive Secondus on planet Zues in the pantheon sector.

"General he wishes to talk to you again..." The guardsman stared at the wall, trying his best to look like he wasnt nervous to be in the general's presence, doing a good job of it too, sept for the occasional flicker of his eye to the general.
"Son why do you keep coming to me telling me about that creatures wishes? He is nothing but a beast that shall die soon. Either by bullet or blade. I dont really care which but the sooner it happens the sooner he will be out of my hands." General Eisenhower's eyes were filled with anger and righteous fury. Even though he was 120, with his augmetics and rejuvinations surgeries he looked to be in his late 50's. Grayin hair and a face that looked to have been beaten togrether by a grox. The General was not a good looking man by most standards. But he had medals and courage enough. Stories of him charging orks, renegade marines, and eldar alike were abound in the upper class of Zues.
"Sir he says that if you dont come talk to him that this world will be doomed to something that will effect the entire sector." The gaurdsmen started to sweat now.
"Oh really?" Eisenhower replied skeptically."And how does our prophet say he knows these things?"
"Sir he says his god has blessed him with the visions." The Guards men started to shake ever so slightly. Every gaurdsman knew the penalty of talking about heresies. Death.
What is this vision that has brought this guardsman to risk his own life? Eisenhower pondered this a moment before making a decision.
"Alright guardsman lead the way" The guardsman exhaled loudly, his face showing releif.
"Of course general." The guardsman opened the door and waited for the general. Then he and the general's bodygaurds of 15 storm troopers, heavily armored started a long treck down, not knowing about the changes that were soon to come.

Please change the writing colour to white because I can't read it and so there is no point in reading on and finishing your story if I miss something vital.

He's right, blue text is too difficult to get to grips with. The story itself, though I gave up half way through the blue text, seems decent.

Color is changed.

CRASH
General Eisenhower felt the floor shake and saw dust fall from the ceiling. " What in the name of the Holy Emperor was that?" Suddenly the hall was filled with shouts and lasgun discharge.
Eisenhower looked at one of his fifteen stormtroopers, Michael Jacobson, who was already on the vox talking to someone. "Sir the command post is under heavy assault." Michael's face was creased in worry.
Not a good sign, Eisenhower thought. The way to tell how if a battle was going good or bad was not looking at the statistics of things are the number of causalities but looking by looking on the expressions the stormtroopers, these soldiers, the elite of the Imperial Guard, men sent on missions that befitted more for astartes and, returned alive, were not easily worried. But if Michael thought things were going bad then they were.
"To the armory" Eisenhower said already up and moving. Eisenhower rushed through the halls hearing the sounds of battle in other hallways. Soon Eisenhower saw the armory. "FOR THE PRIMARCH!"
Eisenhower instantly dove into a roll coming up and running to the armories doors, the sound of gunshots and screams coming from behind him. Fools, Eisenhower thought. Those stormtroopers will follow me into the warp and back. No amount of rebellious citizens can harm them, let alone kill them.
Eisenhower reached the armories doors and knocked yelling "THIS IS GENERAL EISENHOWER! OPEN THESE DOORS IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR!" Instantly the doors opened with twelve guardsmen standing or crouching at the doorway with their lasrifles pointed at him. Eisenhower stared them down. "Put those guns down now or in the name of the almighty Emperor I WILL EXECUTE YOU FOR TREASON!" Instantly all the guardsmen lowered their lasrifles
One of the guardsmen stepped forward saluting smartly "Sir, Sergeant Nickson of the Eleventh" Eisenhower returned the salute "Sergeant, report what is the status of the Command Installation?" The Sergeants face fell "Not good sir. From what we can tell a third of the Installation has fallen to the rebels." Suddenly Eisenhower heard footsteps behind him, turning around he saw his fourteen Stormtroopers walk up, with the fifteenth bringing up the rear.
"Hallway is all clear sir ready to depart at your order" Michael replied with a salute. "Very good" Eisenhower answered before walking in further, instantly going to were his suit of heavy armor and suiting it on with the help of several servitors. In a matter of minutes he was ready to go. "All right lets move" looking back at the twelve guardsmen " Stay here and defend the armory, bar the doors and await till the all clear sign is given understood?" "YES SIR" They replied instantly.
"Good lets move" Instantly setting forwards. "Sir most of the levels seemed to be clogged with enemy troops the fastest and easiest route to the planning area would be to go through... the dungeons right by the prophets holding cell." Michael told him looking at the map of the installation that he had picked up at the armory, and from all the news that had been on the vox before it had suddenly gone quiet.
"Interesting looks like we will be speaking to the old heretic anyways." Instantly he and he bodyguards set off down to the dungeons go down couple of levels, seeing the signs of battle everywhere. Finally after two hours worth of marching they reached the doors of the dungeon. Eisenhower approached the door and looked at it.
"This is Lord General Eisenhower of the tenth open these doors in the name of the Holy Emperor of mankind." Instantly the doors opened with a ponderous "CRRREEEEEEKKKK" before finally stopping. The dimly lit corridor smelt of death and decay. Eisenhower marched in with his stormtroopers, scanning the area but seeing no troops. Where are all my men? Eisenhower thought to himself.
"General I'm so glad you have come at my plea" A strong voice spoke from one of the holding cells. "Well well well, if it isn't the little heretic in his cell, how does it feel knowing that your god is nothing compared to the might of the Emperor?" Eisenhower sneered. Suddenly the room filled with laughter. " Ahhh Lord General it never fails to amuse me that you think the Emperor is stronger then my god. Soon you will see and, agree that my god is indeed the one and only god of this decaying universe." Eisenhower walked by the cells door and peered into it where he saw the one called "Prophet" standing in the doorway.
"Is that so "Prophet"? Yet I'm out here free, fighting for the survival of mankind while your followers are trying to doom the human race." Eisenhower glared at the Prophet. "Trust me General, those are anything but my followers. Those are a distraction, the real problem is the assassins that are heading down here right now to kill both of us. They should be here right about... Now" Softly but growing louder, clicks and growls started to come from every direction.
"Incoming" Yelled one of the stormtroopers. They started to fire in the direction of where he had pointed at. "Now we have two options here General, we can both die or you can join me and my god and save this world from a threat that is to the galaxy itself." Eisenhower looked at him incredulous.
" Are you stupid as well as mad? I will never betray my Emperor!" The Prophet smiled "That's what I thought you would say, your faith in the false emperor is commendable but foolish, you might be willing to die for him but as for me, my god has greater plans for both of us so death is not an option." Eisenhower suddenly felt a pressure on his chest. He looked down and saw the Prophet's hand, poking through a rusted hole to grab at his armor.
"What in the name of---" Suddenly he saw a cloud of noxious gas rise off of the Prophet's arm and head to his face, where he breathed it in. " Now General you can go talk to my master while I take care of our assassins."
The next thing Eisenhower knew, he was on the ground watching the Prophet spread his hands, sending out a wave of mucus and such at the walls then blackness.


So what did you all think? Please post ways you think I can approve. Anything will be of use. Also sorry if you think this is rushed but I didnt want this section to be too long.

Yeah it alrite