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"It seems that this void borne temple is only a few steps away from collapsing in upon itself. We must flee now or we will surely perish!" Atropos quickly led the way out of the destabilising chamber, seeking a way to escape.

"This is the way, an exit is up ahead. With luck, we may be able to hitch a ride onto a passing transport..." As if on cue, the corridor began disintegrating into coloured fireballs, and the trio began to run (or float) towards the exit up ahead. Azwraith levered open the door with his pike, and stepped into the airlock, alongside 'Ra and Atropos. The three of them made it into the escape pod as Sovereign exploded.

The calamitous explosion tossed the small escape pod around in devastating waves of kinetic energy, making much of the pod's inner sanctums walls unbearably super heated. Ra didn't notice, he could worry about burning to death later, the explosion was much more imminent. It took all of Ra's skill to ride the expanding waves of energy out into the void without being hit by cross-waves that would have them spinning off into a slow oblivion in the endlessness of space. Azwraith looked a little green around the ears and Bane obviously didn't enjoy being powerless. Ra was circling through available vox transmissions hoping to get into contact with someone to pick them up, instead he heard a static laced broad-cast. ''This is Samus Aran, requesting pick up from survivor pod K-37. I have The Profit with me, I repeat, I require pick up.''

Ra picked up the transmitter, but it refused to work. Ra waved at Azwraith who obligingly put a sharp kick into the vox's components and the transmitter began emitting static. '' 'Ra to Samus, 'Ra to Samus, We could use a lift as well!''.

Azwraith took a deep drink from the bottle at his hip. The heat in the interior of the pod had decreased significantly following the explosion, but it was in no way a comfortable temperature. Bane appeared to be utterly disinterested in the interior of the pod, and instead was staring out the window intently. Ra was still at the controls, albeit not succesfully controlling the damaged craft. Hopefully, something or someone would come to their aid.

As Sovereign's body fell apart, an exact copy of it rematerialized in Khorne's dominion in the Realm of Chaos. Despite being a machine, the countless number of souls harvested by the Reaper gave it its own soul and personality. Immobile in the Realm of Chaos, the Reaper could still observe this landscape of unreality with its main ocular sensor.

Khorne stepped down from his throne on the brass citadel with his blade, dislodged the ocular sensor from the hulk of the Reaper, cast the remainder of the body to the Forge of Souls, and mounted the mechanical eye on top of the brass citadel so that it may truly take in the Realm of Chaos and witness the sum of everything its kind tried to avoid.

Though no longer technically "alive", Sovereign experienced the concept of fear for the first time.

Skulltaker was left to recover from the blow he received from that realm. Swearing an oath of vengeance on the Phoenix Lord, he waited for his next command from the Blood god to breach the multiverse.

Not long after the demise of Sovereign, the portals were once again torn open, with every single member of the budding alliance of the slaves of the Ulutraxi following them into the portals as those who fought against the Ulutraxi were brought along with them. Once again the swirls of color and death could be seen, like a sort of methodical madness. The journey had just begun, and there would be many, many, many more battles to face before reality could be declared safe. But another one would be fought here and now.

John and Rose were unceremoniously dumped onto a sandy valley, first the boy, then the girl landing right on top of the boy, eliciting a pained groan from him as she hit him in the back. "Ow." John weakly complained as he tried to get back up, looking for his glasses and affixing them to his face as he looked around. Then he saw...He saw...oh my god, what could he have seen? What sort of horror is this? OH I CAN'T BEAR TO WA-

"Welcome to Gerudo Valley stranger!"

"Wait, wait, wait...we're in Zelda land?" John said, dusting himself off as Rose got off of him and rubbed her backside, hissing a bit from the soreness of the impact.

"Well...this isn't Hyrule if that's what you mean. That would be some distance away. But I'm sure that you'll be able to find it quite easily. Ganon's up to his old tricks again." The Gerudo sighed as she looked warily into the distance.

"I take it this means abducting princess Zelda, attempting to steal her piece of the triforce, and once again plunging the land into endless darkness and woe?" Rose said, quite familiar with how these plots always went.

"Well, yes...how did you know?" The Gerudo asked.

"We just know." She said as she put her hood over her head.

Having fully recovered, Skulltaker received a series of new tasks from the Blood God. He showed him a vision of a dopey looking boy with dirty blonde hair, olive eyes, and tights. The boy said "Gee. It sure is boring around here."

A drunken looking man in a golden robe replied "My boy, this peace is what all true warriors strive for."

The vision paused on this man as he said that, and it's here that Khorne gave Skulltaker the first of his tasks in this new dimension: kill this man for blaspheming against the Blood God.

The vision continued. A wizard soon arrived and explained an incursion on an island by the name of Koridai. The wizard and the boy went above Koridai where the wizard presented the "Faces of Evil", a bunch of giant stone heads, to him and that he must conquer each. Here, the vision stopped and Khorne gave Skulltaker his second task: conquer each of the Faces of Evil before this boy does to establish the Blood God's presence in the realm.

Skulltaker could not reach the drunken man as he was protected by some arcane artifact known as the Triforce of Courage. So he decided to destroy the Faces of Evil first instead. Going in solo once more, Skulltaker passed through a portal and cleaved his way through a Gohma as he came out in the other side. He then cut down three more faster than you can say "Squadellah!"

EDIT: image link not working so pic removed.

(OOC: It is good to be back in the saddle, yee-ha!)


Raiden, REX and Otacon fell through space before coming to an abrupt halt on a sandy beach. REX powered down and began automatic repair, the supercomputer quickly calibrating everything that was needed to repair it. The damage was mostly superficial, but the rather harsh landing had caused shock damage to several on-board systems. REX was immobile for the time being.

"Raiden, you may as well have a look around." Otacon said as he undid his safety harness. "The map says that we happen to be in the middle of a massive ocean. There appear to be 49 islands I believe."
"Got it, I'll see if any of these islands holds anything important."
"I'll contact you by codec when REX is repaired, it can't swim so it won't be going anywhere for a while."

Raiden left the silent giant on the beach and began to walk along the shoreline, the world was very crisp and vivid in colour. Before long he came across another human, a small boy wearing green. He was busy attaching the sail on a small boat.

"Hey kid, mind if you give me a lift?"
The young book looked back at Raiden, looking him up and down before nodding in agreement.

Raiden and the green boy sailed off into the sunset together.

--------------------Prophet.------------

Prophet hated portal travel. But being violently flung from dimension to dimension was never meant to be fun, and he was with Delta Force, and they didn't pay Deltas to be sissies. Clutching his weapon, he observed his surroundings. There was of course, the matter of the Bokoblins charging at him with spears, swords, and shields, forcing him to turn around and open fire with his gun, the dakka dakka of his weapon going out and scything down enemies by the bushel load.

Switching magazines, he checked the bodies of the creatures. Ugly, piglike...wielding primitive weapons...The Legend of Zelda he guessed. He saw that one still had life and promptly shot it again, braining the damn thing as he looked around...he was on some Island, that he guessed, but he didn't see much way to get off of it besides swimming. Well, that is until a handy dandy covenant banshee came screaming at him, firing away with it's weapons that plonked off his maximum armor nanosuit.

Carefully aiming his shots, he ricohetted his bullets to hit the Sangheili pilot repeatedly, killing the creature and sending the covenant craft to a gentle halt, at which point he commandeered the aircraft. Better get to the bottom of this nonsense before it got any weirder, he reasoned as he noted that some reapers could be seen hanging from orbit, bearing the symbols of the Ulutraxi. Well, if the bad guys here obeyed the Ulutraxi, then he may as well start killing them all.

------------Ganon------------------

"I pledge myself and all my forces to the Ulutraxi" The pig demon said, bowing to an effigy of the mysterious destroyers of realities.

"Arise then." Megatron said, having effectively taken command of the Ulutraxi forces, functioning as their general, their prophet, their speaker.

"There is much to do Ganon. And there is much to be acquainted with, now that you have joined us. We will have need of your powerful magic to bring about the will of the harvesters of realities." He said, clenching his fist as he spoke.

"Of course...what must we do?" Ganon said, his army of darkness following behind the tusked demon-king as Megatron looked over the landscape of the world and narrowed his optics, accessing the databases on this world.

"We will need this tri-force of yours, it will help our masters tremendously, so that we may purify all realities." The decepticon lord grinned.

"

Skulltaker had just finished killing this morbidly obese cyclops named Glutko, a creature more interested in eating than anything else. Such Slaaneshi decadence disgusted the daemon as he now stood atop the stone face he was guarding. He then slid down the front of the face, dragging his blade against the stone all the way down leaving a giant fissure through the center of the face by the time he reached the bottom.

For some strange reason, he could sense more indulgent phenomenon on the island. He set off in that direction.

'Ra awoke, he would be blinking stars from his eyes if he ha any physical ones to see with. Sigh, more portal travel, when will someone ask nicely before he is whisked through dimensions? 'Ra took in his surroundings, it was dark, but the dark help no power over Ra. He could smell rotting wood and taste salt and hear a curious lapping and roaring all around him. Ra got to his feat, and tried the door. The rot wood door fell away beneath his hand and clanged to the floor. Movement, a daemonic eye buzzing on wings moved to see him and let out a piercing wail. Ra put a shuirkan through it, but previously inanimate primitive armour began to rise and reform of their own will. They where shaky, uncertain of what to do with he intruder, Ra wasn't. His reaper blade cleaved one from toe to head, splitting the armour with a ghostly wail. The others moved to attack, but they where clumsy compared to the phoenix lord and their primitive armour held no protection against a weapon of the fortieth millennium.

Ra kicked the last phantom through the rot wood wall, and was surprised to see it plummet into the raging sea below, Ra was on a ship wreck. hearing the dragging metal of more phantoms, Ra leapt out of the whole, using his scythe as leverage to swing him to stand precariously atop the wreck. Ra turned just in time to see an alien attack craft flying not far above his head. He leapt, swing the Maugetar in a long arc so that it connected and stuck onto the craft, still moving at great speed it carried him away from the hulk to its destination. He hoped he didn't fall, and that he could meet up with Bane again and find out what was happening this time!

-------Godzilla-----------

Blasting his way through a clumsy trap set up by the British army in London that is blocking your route to the Bradwell Nuclear power plant, Godzilla lets loose a massive orange ray of atomic energy and incinerate yet another one of their rather expensive armored companies

Why would Godzilla be going through London when the nuclear plant is in Essex? Monsters always went out of their way to make sure that your route to your food source; Nuclear Fission, Anti-matter, Radiological, Plasma, and Nuclear Fusion produced power, will go through a major city, monsters always needed to teach mankind a lesson.

Between Godzilla, the other giant monsters, aliens, time travelers, evil robots, sea/mole people, and the natural disasters that are drawn to East Asia, North America, and Western Europe like moths to a flame, the developed world had to become ludicrously militarized to stand against you all.

But they never seem to get it in their heads that Godzilla is the king of monsters, he is unstoppable, he is a monument to the nuclear sins of man, a monument that can take and dish out more firepower than all the world's conventional weapons put together.

Infantry garrisoned in a skyscraper next to the supreme creature fire off RPGs at his right flank, but they harmlessly explode against the king of monster's impenetrable hide and he swings the back of his right hand into the building, gouging out a huge hole in it and causing the structure to collapse and kill everyone in it.

Artillery rounds fired from a hundred M110 self propelled artillery cannons slam into his chest, creating a hundred massive blooms of fire, but Godzilla moves forth unharmed and notes the trajectory of the artillery rounds and changes his course towards them. No one harms Godzilla and gets away with it.

An armored company of Challenger 2 tanks fires at him before making a mad dash to cover behind some skyscrapers. In response Godzilla merely lets forth an massive atomic fireball, fifty feet wide; forth from the king of all reptile's maw. The Fireball lands in the four way intersection and then explodes into a bloom of nuclear flame that vaporizes the challenger 2 tanks with ease.

An entire heavy infantry battalion garrisoned in a skyscraper to his left begins to fire at him, but yhe ignore their fire and smash your tail into the ground level of the building they were taking cover in, causing it to immediately begin to collapse and wipe out the entire British battalion. But as he advanced, virtually every other building begins to flare up as yet another ambush reveals itself.

Virtually every building is filled with heavy infantry equipped with all the weapons they could carry while armored fighting vehicles and mechanized infantry fire at you on the streets. Meanwhile, more artillery (towed, self propelled, rocket, missile, naval, all of it) strike-fighters, fighter-bombers, ground-attack craft, and bombers begins to fire at him.

At this point he's had quite enough. You smash your foot into the ground and let loose a mighty roar that heralds a nuclear detonation that creates a fiery mushroom cloud which obliterates the British Mechanized infantry division that tried to strike at you. The blast was the equivalent of one hundred kilotons of TNT and leaves much of London in ruins.

He takes a quick detour to Parliament building and give it a snarl before obliterating it with one of your famous atomic breath rays, creating an orange glow in his massive violet spines that signals that he is charging up a massive beam of orange nuclear power, resulting in fiery death.

His beam is briefly stopped by a force-field, but the power of the atom soon overpowers it, when they try to repel it with hyper maser cannons, his beam overpowers those and cause the Hyper Maser beam cannon trucks to explode in the resulting overload, and with one fell swoop; he kills half of parliament, the other half not being fool enough to stay in the city. But they were merely politicians, who would weep for their loss?

Looking at the Ben with contempt, he destroys it with an atomic fireball that shatters the beloved monument into millions of pieces of stone and molten slag. Finally he destroys London bridge by simply walking through it before heading back for Essex again, carving another path of destruction through London. Overall, Godzilla has left two quarters of London a flaming ruin, killed half of London's population, and sent a tenth of the British Armed forces to their graves.

It doesn't seem that mankind shall soon forget this lesson, but Britain; when compared with America and Japan, got off pretty lightly. As he towards Bradwell you spot a convoy of armored fighting vehicles rolling off to London in expectations of fighting you, they did not anticipate that you would move so quickly. They paid for that mistake with their lives.

One release of your atomic breath sent forth an orange ray of nuclear power that destroyed over five hundred, including one hundred and thirty hundred tanks. He deals with the infantry by spewing forth four atomic fireballs that incinerate the remainder of the infantry and burn the fields around them to ash.

Thirty more miles, and a wing of thirty eurofighter typhoons becomes visible to the king of monsters from the horizon as they try to hug the terrain to avoid your notice. That measure obviously fails and he destroys that air force wing with a single sweep of his atomic breath.

This proved to be just a decoy force, as hundreds of missiles launched from a fighter group of some one hundred Typhoons and Tornados prove. He turns towards the fighter group that launched the missiles and let loose his atomic breath, destroying many of their missiles midflight and causing 10% casualties in the air group before they could take evasive action.

Even as the remaining missiles impact your hide, you begin to turn your body to redirect your atomic ray to catch more of the air group, and soon you destroy up to 40% of them before they can pull out. But the RAF is still not finished and has a hextet of Victor bombers and another group of a hundred tornados and typhoons fly far overhead above you and pummel you with bombs while a massive artillery barrage from the royal army and a huge combined missile and air strike from the royal navy hits you all at once.

"Did we get the bloody thing?" one bomber pilot asks before his atomic breath causes his strategic bomber to disappear into a bloom of fire while his beam begins to cut through his air group and wipe out a full 30% of them before they too are able to retreat.

He then lets loose a volley of forty atomic fire balls in rapid succession, four at a time, at the carrier launched air craft to catch and destroy them and he watches with a sense of satisfaction as he destroys a quarter of their air craft. And now for the source of the artillery; judging from their trajectory; they were at the Nuclear power plant...perfect.

He continues to advance, destroying any British military formations that get in his way until he finally reaches the power plant. Immediately his atomic breath lances across the artillery battery that gave him so much fuss and wipes them all out in one go. Then he turns his attention to the Royal Navy. He wades into the water as the famous "wooden wall" (however much that term is an anachronism these days) begins to open fire at you.

But their rounds prove summarily ineffective against you, while your natural weapons prove hideously effective against them. With one swoop of his Atomic breath he eradicates a frigate and two corvettes. The Royal Navy, having the least replaceable assets out of the british armed forces, begins to withdraw,

Now content, he turns to the Nuclear Power plant and begin to smash apart it's reactor dome to get at the real prize, the reactor and fuel rods. He the energy of the nuclear fuel and reactor and leave only useless nonradioactive isotopes before he turns to leave, but he then sees a shimmering portal in front of him.

Stepping through, the King of Monsters announced his presence to the world by emerging into the land of Hyrule, where Tyranid bio-titans, turning to face him, gazed upon the form of the King of Monsters, and knew that they could not stand against such a creature and fled. Imperial armored formations, seeing this new king of all monsters, began to retreat as he opened his mouth and starts his atomic breath into the ground and dragging the orange death ray to eradicate thousands of monsters trying to challenge their one true king.

Seeing a reaper destroyer that stood somewhat taller than even he, Godzilla closed it's maw as the Reaper let loose a tremendous ping, preparing it's thanix cannon. But Godzilla never let it have that chance. The moment it saw it's eye open up to fire it's own death ray, Godzilla retaliated with his, smashing into it's kinetic barriers and overpowering them, the sheer force overwhelming the reaper's defenses and slamming into it's eye, destroying it's core, and then blasting a hole out of it's back. When the massive machine fell to the ground lifelessly, Godzilla roared into the sky, announcing that it had come, and that no sinner shall be spared the wrath of nature.

On his way out of Glutko's territory, Skulltaker found a mysterious book. He had a strange feeling that it would be important later, so he took it with him.

Following the stench of excess, he arrived at Harlequin Bazaar. It is here that Skulltaker witnessed many people spending copious amounts of money on things that they didn't need. He saw people who ran out of money turned into the rat-like Goriya people and put into chains and turned into slaves for the Bazaar's master Harlequin.

Thoroughly disgusted by this excessive spending, Skulltaker resolved to have the bazaar destroyed. He went to one vendor who had just the materials he needed to accomplish this task. The vendor smiled and greeted the Daemon.

"I'm going to need those bombs, some lamp oil, and a lot of rope." requested Skulltaker.

The shopkeep replied "Lamp oil, rope, bombs? You want it? It's yours my friend...as long as you have enough rupies."

The Blood God though does not care for capitalism, so Skulltaker had no patience for this shopkeep. Ignoring his request for money up front, he decided instead to take his supplies by force. Cleaving the shop keep in two, he commandeered the store grabbing bombs and setting them up all over the bazaar. He then tied rope up to the fuses of the bombs and coated them in lamp oil. Skulltaker then stood at the entrance of the bazaar with the end of the oiled rope at his feet. Using only the burning hatred on his blade, he lit the improvised fuse and took cover. A second later, the bazaar erupted killing countless numbers of capitalists and consumers and totally destroying all the stores including J.C.Penny, Old Navy, Gamestop, and Orange Julius. The local stone face was fractured by the explosion, so Skulltaker moved on.

Maugan Ra shook, not from the Banshee for it was being driven sublimely and not from the gale force winds whipping around him. No, Ra shook as a colossal wave of psychic anger invaded his senses, filling him mind with thoughts of bestial fury and anger. Their was also a subtler taste, a faint taste of blood that lingered on the Edge of his mind, Skulltaker had resurfaced. The Banshee was flying calmly, the driver had yet to notice Ra hitch hiking, the powerful anti-grav thrusters masking his weight, finally they were above solid ground. It would of been a beautiful land scape reminiscent of a craftworld pleasure dome if it weren't for the potch-marks of war...or something very big. The Civilians weren't putting up much of a defence, it was almost like they where waiting to ask for a certain hero to come and answer their pleas for help, but he never came.

Neither would 'Ra, they where not his concern, what was his concern was a trail of bleeding fissure in warp space being created as someone, of which Ra had a good guess who, was slaughtering his way through the small villages of the area. Where ever blood was shed, the veil ran thinner and already daemons of Khorne ran rampant through the small villages doing battle with Alien Invades and Local Defenders alike. When the Banshee was flying low, 'Ra dropped to the ground with a metallic thud. He raised the Maugatar which chattered as it cut down a pack of Flesh Hound who where feasting on the remains of a stall...and its owner. The last one howled as it fell, he was in U'Zhuls territory now, and he had lost the element of surprise.

Skulltaker had at this point conquered the rest of the heads. Along his way, he saw the dopey looking boy he saw in the vision goofing around and doing a sort of "duck walk". The daemon shook his head in disappointment before moving on. This boy was clearly not worth his time and was no challenge or threat to him.

Instead, he followed the sense of excess deep into a dark lair, but his wrathful energy light the darkness like he was a sentient torch. The foes he fought in this realm had not been very powerful, but he wished to solve the mystery behind this aura of excess that he detected. Suddenly, a grotesque dog-goblin thing appeared before him. He said, "Join me, Skulltaker, and I will make your face the greatest in Koridai. Or else you will die.".



Skulltaker, caring not for vanity, lunged at this being only to be deflected by a magic force field. Immediately enraged by this trickery, he picked up the book he recovered from Glutko's lair and hurled it at the being. This being was immediately pulled into the pit while screaming "No! Not into the pit! IT BURNS!!!!!"

The aura of excess had not dissipated as this being was not its source. Skulltaker progressed deeper into the lair looking for the source.

Skulltaker went up a flight of stairs and forced open a locked door. As he moved inside, he noticed a blonde girl lying down on a bed asleep. He could sense the aura emanating from this girl, she was the source. The daemon knew what he had to do.

Ringing a gone placed above her intending to wake her up, the daemon stood imposingly above her intending to strike her down, but would give her the chance to die on her feet.

She rose with a beguiling smile on her face. Skulltaker backed up as she got on her feet with his hand clenched on the handle of his blade.

She strode toward him as she spoke. "My my. You don't know how it feels to be rescued by a stud like you." Skulltaker could only grimace in disgust.

With Skulltaker's back against the wall, the girl leaned in toward his face and continued. "Of course, you literally don't know that feeling. All you've ever felt is anger and animosity. Isn't that right, you huntsman of Khorne?"

Skulltaker was bewildered at this point. There was no way anyone in this realm knew what he or Khorne was because he didn't disclose that information to a single being....unless...

The girl moved closer and began to caress his face. "There's so much more for you. You know so little and I could teach you so much. So much that Slaanesh could teach you. All you have to-"

At that moment, Skulltaker backhanded the girl so hard she flew back to the bed. Still grinning, she looked up and boldly spoke "So that's how it will be? So be it." Her form began to change. She grew slightly taller, her clothes changed, and two crooked horns pointed backwards grew from her head. In a burst of dark purple flame, a cat o' nine tails appeared in her hand. A daemon of Slaanesh. On her feet again, one quick wave of her hand holding the cat o' nine tails made the tips wrap around Skulltaker's blade. Another motion sent the sword flying into the corner of the room. The tips then consolidated into a single sharp blade like a rapier and she held it pointed toward the Khornate daemon. "My name is Esmeralda, and though I may not be able to kill you I will adore this chance to humiliate you."

Ra summersaulted over a charging juggernaut of Khorne, swinging the scythed bayonet to decapitate the hollering blood letter atop the metal behemoth. The Juggernaut cared little as it's rider dissipated into the warp and charged again at Ra, blood spattered horns laid low to impale the phoenix lord.

Suddenly, what Ra though was a metallic meteor smashed through a wooden cottage and crushed the charging daemon beneath it's bulk with a deafening metallic clang. Flames sprang from the mountain of metal and it glowed red hot from radioactive flame. A colossal roar came from beyond the village where Ra was astonished to see a monstrous Lizard doing battle with shifting swarms of metal figures in the distance. Then it clicked and Ra stepped away from the meteor slowly as it began to shudder and rise from the cracked earth.

intelligence flared in evil red through broken eye lenses as the decepticon rose to tower above the town square, attention fixed on the Phoenix Lord. ''Target acquired'' the robot boomed as it raised it's still super heated arm-cannon to aim at Ra. He felt the air ionise and dived to the side as the cannon powered up. But it never fired, the crash must of damaged something and the cannon spluttered, it's energy dissipating into the air. The decepticon tried to fire again and again the gun failed to fire. Ra stood up, inviting to robot to try again. So he did, powering up his cannon until it blazed with power now it's engines where warmed up, but it was now that Ra sent a dozen perfectly placed Shurikans into it's Mekanisms and the plasma bolt exploded inwards.

The decepticon fell, smoke bellowing from every orifice as it tried to escape from the robots melted insides. Ra approached and slammed his scythe into the things neck, severing it. The head rolled away, but a static hissing could be heared emanating from the ear piece. They sounded like orders from the clipped tones and the authority in the voice.

''This is Maugan Ra of Altansar, and I demand you tell me who you are to think to take me from my home and what your intent is with this farce'' Ra was bring the ball back to his court.

 ALEXisAWESOME wrote:
Ra summersaulted over a charging juggernaut of Khorne, swinging the scythed bayonet to decapitate the hollering blood letter atop the metal behemoth. The Juggernaut cared little as it's rider dissipated into the warp and charged again at Ra, blood spattered horns laid low to impale the phoenix lord.

Suddenly, what Ra though was a metallic meteor smashed through a wooden cottage and crushed the charging daemon beneath it's bulk with a deafening metallic clang. Flames sprang from the mountain of metal and it glowed red hot from radioactive flame. A colossal roar came from beyond the village where Ra was astonished to see a monstrous Lizard doing battle with shifting swarms of metal figures in the distance. Then it clicked and Ra stepped away from the meteor slowly as it began to shudder and rise from the cracked earth.

intelligence flared in evil red through broken eye lenses as the decepticon rose to tower above the town square, attention fixed on the Phoenix Lord. ''Target acquired'' the robot boomed as it raised it's still super heated arm-cannon to aim at Ra. He felt the air ionise and dived to the side as the cannon powered up. But it never fired, the crash must of damaged something and the cannon spluttered, it's energy dissipating into the air. The decepticon tried to fire again and again the gun failed to fire. Ra stood up, inviting to robot to try again. So he did, powering up his cannon until it blazed with power now it's engines where warmed up, but it was now that Ra sent a dozen perfectly placed Shurikans into it's Mekanisms and the plasma bolt exploded inwards.

The decepticon fell, smoke bellowing from every orifice as it tried to escape from the robots melted insides. Ra approached and slammed his scythe into the things neck, severing it. The head rolled away, but a static hissing could be heared emanating from the ear piece. They sounded like orders from the clipped tones and the authority in the voice.

''This is Maugan Ra of Altansar, and I demand you tell me who you are to think to take me from my home and what your intent is with this farce'' Ra was bring the ball back to his court.

With a shuddering, snarling crackle. A sense of dread was cast over the whole world as the Ulutraxi decided to reveal their face to all beings. Speaking to each and everyone of the travelers, the devourers of reality showed one of the least of their number as a sort of psychic hologram.



It was a weak Ulutraxi, as signified by it's lack of any additions to it's torso or head, just being a floating creature of pure, primordial malevolence but still a being of power comparable to the C'tan,

"You seek to speak to us...fumbling in ignorance you attempt to comprehend what is beyond your understanding. We are the Ulutraxi. We are extinction." It said as the soldiers, including an Eldar host ripped from it's home, Nazis, the Imperial Japanese, and yet more vile Xenos, all looked upon the face of the beings that brought them here.

"...What are you?" Rose asked as Dave and Jade finished patting each other off before turning to the depiction of the Ulutraxi that appeared before them.

"We are the devourers of universes. We are a swarm without number, the eaters of all things. The consumers of flesh, of stone, of metal, of energy, of souls, of thought, of space and time and the very fabric of reality itself." The Ulutraxi said in a deep, reverberating voice that sent chills into the very souls of those who heard it.

"Then why haven't we heard of you?" Prophet asked, miles away, but his question was relayed for all to hear.

"Because none who have ever laid witness upon our host have ever survived to warn anyone else." The Ulutraxi said as it showed countless universes, including parallel versions of the home universes the travelers originated from, being devoured by the Ulutraxi, pouring forth from bleeds in reality like an endless swarm of locusts with the powers of gods at their weakest, and beyond human comprehension at their strongest.

Realities withered and died like fruit on the vine, eaten entirely by the hungry swarm, their people, their matter devoured, the stars themselves being devoured, souls being fed to an unending swarm of lovecraftian horrors, and even the very fabric of reality itself breaking down as the Ulutraxi feasted upon it.

"That you have come here indicates that something believes that you can stop our expansion, our feast. But that will not be so. No reality, no matter how strong or powerful, has ever resisted our advances." The Ulutraxi said as it awaited further questions, continuing to display images of horror around it's psychic projection, of entire realities being consumed to the last higgs boson.

"So, here's what I don't get...why go through all this trouble just to eat?" Senator Armstrong said, stepping forth to question the Ulutraxi representative, his own question being made loud and clear for everyone to hear.

"We are the apex of evolution. The Ultimate Life form. You exist only to feed us. We are predator, you are prey. You live because we allow it, you will die because we demand it. Struggle all you wish. It will not even prolong the inevitable." It said, listening in for any others who sought to question the chosen herald of the eaters of realities.

''Dieing holds no sway with me creature. You think you are the Ultamate life form? My Race has created Gods!'' Ra's lenses began to glow as he looked upon the creature with Witchsight. It was far bigger then it's physical form, pulsing energy as if it was simply a node in a greater power network. Ra's many soulstones glowed bright and soulfire jumped between them as every image the Ultraxi shown of an entire universe being destroyed was met with a grisly death of Maugan Ra.

''You say 'we' are the Apex predator, but that is a lie isn't it? You are a grunt, a goon, a messenger, that it all. Your masters pull your strings just like that 'something' is pulling ours. But that is my question alien, who ever brought us here already knows about you and intends to stop you with us. I don't like having my strings pulled, who is this 'something' that is presuming to challenge and try to stop you?'' Ra finished, standing back into the obscuring light cast by his own luminescent soul. He tried to hold the things gaze, but he found it all but impossible to read it, it was implacable and ancient but he did see something. Pride. If he played his cards right, he could have the thing blabbing its 'superiority' before his eyes.

 ALEXisAWESOME wrote:
''Dieing holds no sway with me creature. You think you are the Ultamate life form? My Race has created Gods!'' Ra's lenses began to glow as he looked upon the creature with Witchsight. It was far bigger then it's physical form, pulsing energy as if it was simply a node in a greater power network. Ra's many soulstones glowed bright and soulfire jumped between them as every image the Ultraxi shown of an entire universe being destroyed was met with a grisly death of Maugan Ra.

''You say 'we' are the Apex predator, but that is a lie isn't it? You are a grunt, a goon, a messenger, that it all. Your masters pull your strings just like that 'something' is pulling ours. But that is my question alien, who ever brought us here already knows about you and intends to stop you with us. I don't like having my strings pulled, who is this 'something' that is presuming to challenge and try to stop you?'' Ra finished, standing back into the obscuring light cast by his own luminescent soul. He tried to hold the things gaze, but he found it all but impossible to read it, it was implacable and ancient but he did see something. Pride. If he played his cards right, he could have the thing blabbing its 'superiority' before his eyes.

"We have consumed alternates of your home universe. Your Necrons, your Tyranids, your Chaos, your kind, your God Emperors and Greater Goods. They were incorporated into the great feast. What makes you so different from your alternates?" The creature said as it's neckless head floated to turn to the speaker, it's cold, reverberating voice sounding almost mechanically cold as one could see glimpses into the Nullar, a primordial soup of energy and stray chunks of matter, an multicoloured gulf where the Ulutraxi lurked between meals, and where creatures that shared many features with the speaker, but were identifiably very different, could be seen floating through this null space.

"The identity of that or those which presumes to halt our feast is unknown to us. But it is irrelevant to us. The feasts continue. Realities are eaten alive, and their inhabitants die screaming. We cannot be stopped. All your struggles will do is provide us with means to access your homes so that we may devour them as well. We are legion, and we expand and grow in number constantly." It said with a cold sort of mechanical confidence, devoid of most emotion as it floated up and down while wretched things swam behind it in the projection.

''What makes us different? Nothing, we are exactly the same as any alternates of us are. You probably know all our moves, our strategies and secrets. We are exactly the same, what is different is our circumstances and more importantly, our allies.'' Ra gestured to his allies. ''These human children, they are gods for Feths sake! We stand united, thrown together by this force seemingly so powerful as to accomplish these trans-dimensional feats that brought us here without you knowing them and it scares you. That's why everywhere we have gone your agents have tried, and failed, to eliminate us. For all we know none of what you tell us is true. Go, go back to your masters and tell them we wont play their game until they tell us the rules and more importantly, who the players are. Until then, Dinner is cancelled.'' Ra new death, he had seen entire sectors die in flames, he initiated many of them, and this wasn't death. This wasn't the end of all things, this wasn't Rhana Drandra and while he still drew breath these pretenders would keep their threats beneath their tongue.

((We're in Hyrule, yeah? If so...))

"Be forever banished into the hell from which you crawled out of, sorceror!", a metallic voice said. "All talk. How typical for a slave of the False Emperor", a hoarse voice replied.

Two men stood across from each other on top was a hab black. Dead Astartes, both current and former, littered the ground around them. The skies raged with empyrean energies as the warp storm consumed the world they found themselves on. One man was resplendent in crimson armor with golden accents to denote his high office. His other was a black clad man wearing a hood covering his gnarled, wicked face. The Crimson man slung his boltgun and drew his blade. The sword glowed with a blue sheen that glowed brighter than ever as if the energy itself was battling the unholy aura of the world. It is was more likely to be the lighting, though, but it certainly inspired it's wielder to some degree.

The other grinned a toothy smile. He instead simply raised his staff, a wooden pole that had several skulls impaled through it. "I know you will defeat me, Blood Raven. With one stroke of your blade I will be slain. My god has shown it to me", he said. Cortez quickly drew his Bolt Pistol and fired it. The bolt thundered from the muzzle of the handgun and rocketed into the chest cavity of the Sorceror. It exploded inside of him rupturing nearly every internal organ that it could. However, this man was equal parts flesh and warp stuff so he did not immediately die. He fell to his knees and clutched his gut. His magic stick fell to the ground.

"Look around you, Blood Raven. This world belongs to Chaos. Your Imperium has abandoned you. Even if you kill me it will mean nothing. The only way you will leave this world is as a true follower of Chaos", the Sorceror said in his death throes. "Perhaps. But that still won't save you", he said leveling his bolt pistol at the Sorceror's head. The Sorceror looked up and immediately cast a spell. A portal opened up underneath the Blood Raven's feet. He fell through the fabric of reality and into a tumbling fall in a dark place that is both somewhere and nowhere. The portal snapped shut almost immediately.

The Sorceror laughed loudly. "If only the False Emperor's slaves would shut up for once perhaps they would gather more victories", he said. He got up and started walking away, still clutching his bleeding gut.

Captain Ferdinand Cortez of the Blood Ravens 5th Company continued to fall through many realities. Eventually he fell face first into a pile of hay. The rest of the world materialized around him. It was a sunny and pleasant day. Large puffy white clouds lazily floated over the rolling green hills of the flat plains that the village was built on. Several villagers had gathered around the oddly armored stranger. He got up rather quickly which caused panic amongst the villagers. Cortez looked around and took in the peoples of this new place. He slowly picked up his bolt pistol and sheathed it.

He said, "Hail". This caused some in the now larger crowd to jump. The elder in this village hesitantly stepped forward. The Elder bowed before the newly arrival. "Greetings, stranger. Before we become chummy, may I ask your intentions?", she asked. Cortez paused to think about her question. Really, what were his intentions now? He didn't know where he was or, for that matter, when he was. Perhaps he was on a world that had yet found the Imperium's enlightenment. Perhaps he had been banished to a time immemorial. For now survival was the key. "My intentions are to destroy the enemies of man. Tell me, villager, have you heard of the God Emperor of Mankind?", Cortez asked. "God Emperor of... Mankind, you said? No, we never heard of such a person", she said.

Wait. How was he able to converse with these people if they had yet to find the Emperor's guiding light? Perhaps their language was similar enough to low gothic. Perhaps there was some sorcery going on. "Well... you people are human, correct?", Cortez asked. He had looked more closely at these people and they bore a striking resemblance to Eldar. "Humans? Yes, that is something you could call us. We prefer the term Hylians though", she said. Ab-humans most likely.

"So where am I exactly?", the Astartes asked. "Why, the kingdom of Hyrule", the Elder said. "A Kingdom, you say? And where is the king? I wish to speak to him", Cortez asked. "The King lives in the Castle which is... very far in that direction", the Eldar replied pointing in a seemingly random direction. "Ah, good, then I shall be off", the Space Marine said. He started walking off almost immediately.

As soon he was out of ear shot one villager asked, "Did was just witness the newest threat to the kingdom arrive?". "Only time will tell", another replied.

 TheCustomLime wrote:
((We're in Hyrule, yeah? If so...))

"Be forever banished into the hell from which you crawled out of, sorceror!", a metallic voice said. "All talk. How typical for a slave of the False Emperor", a hoarse voice replied.

Two men stood across from each other on top was a hab black. Dead Astartes, both current and former, littered the ground around them. The skies raged with empyrean energies as the warp storm consumed the world they found themselves on. One man was resplendent in crimson armor with golden accents to denote his high office. His other was a black clad man wearing a hood covering his gnarled, wicked face. The Crimson man slung his boltgun and drew his blade. The sword glowed with a blue sheen that glowed brighter than ever as if the energy itself was battling the unholy aura of the world. It is was more likely to be the lighting, though, but it certainly inspired it's wielder to some degree.

The other grinned a toothy smile. He instead simply raised his staff, a wooden pole that had several skulls impaled through it. "I know you will defeat me, Blood Raven. With one stroke of your blade I will be slain. My god has shown it to me", he said. Cortez quickly drew his Bolt Pistol and fired it. The bolt thundered from the muzzle of the handgun and rocketed into the chest cavity of the Sorceror. It exploded inside of him rupturing nearly every internal organ that it could. However, this man was equal parts flesh and warp stuff so he did not immediately die. He fell to his knees and clutched his gut. His magic stick fell to the ground.

"Look around you, Blood Raven. This world belongs to Chaos. Your Imperium has abandoned you. Even if you kill me it will mean nothing. The only way you will leave this world is as a true follower of Chaos", the Sorceror said in his death throes. "Perhaps. But that still won't save you", he said leveling his bolt pistol at the Sorceror's head. The Sorceror looked up and immediately cast a spell. A portal opened up underneath the Blood Raven's feet. He fell through the fabric of reality and into a tumbling fall in a dark place that is both somewhere and nowhere. The portal snapped shut almost immediately.

The Sorceror laughed loudly. "If only the False Emperor's slaves would shut up for once perhaps they would gather more victories", he said. He got up and started walking away, still clutching his bleeding gut.

Captain Ferdinand Cortez of the Blood Ravens 5th Company continued to fall through many realities. Eventually he fell face first into a pile of hay. The rest of the world materialized around him. It was a sunny and pleasant day. Large puffy white clouds lazily floated over the rolling green hills of the flat plains that the village was built on. Several villagers had gathered around the oddly armored stranger. He got up rather quickly which caused panic amongst the villagers. Cortez looked around and took in the peoples of this new place. He slowly picked up his bolt pistol and sheathed it.

He said, "Hail". This caused some in the now larger crowd to jump. The elder in this village hesitantly stepped forward. The Elder bowed before the newly arrival. "Greetings, stranger. Before we become chummy, may I ask your intentions?", she asked. Cortez paused to think about her question. Really, what were his intentions now? He didn't know where he was or, for that matter, when he was. Perhaps he was on a world that had yet found the Imperium's enlightenment. Perhaps he had been banished to a time immemorial. For now survival was the key. "My intentions are to destroy the enemies of man. Tell me, villager, have you heard of the God Emperor of Mankind?", Cortez asked. "God Emperor of... Mankind, you said? No, we never heard of such a person", she said.

Wait. How was he able to converse with these people if they had yet to find the Emperor's guiding light? Perhaps their language was similar enough to low gothic. Perhaps there was some sorcery going on. "Well... you people are human, correct?", Cortez asked. He had looked more closely at these people and they bore a striking resemblance to Eldar. "Humans? Yes, that is something you could call us. We prefer the term Hylians though", she said. Ab-humans most likely.

"So where am I exactly?", the Astartes asked. "Why, the kingdom of Hyrule", the Elder said. "A Kingdom, you say? And where is the king? I wish to speak to him", Cortez asked. "The King lives in the Castle which is... very far in that direction", the Eldar replied pointing in a seemingly random direction. "Ah, good, then I shall be off", the Space Marine said. He started walking off almost immediately.

As soon he was out of ear shot one villager asked, "Did was just witness the newest threat to the kingdom arrive?". "Only time will tell", another replied.

"Valhallans! Stand your ground damn you!" A Commissar shouted as shards of ice launched at incredible velocities blew through their sand bags, with the Ceph standing on the other side. The gelatinous creatures stood in suits of carbon based armor that allowed a bit of their jelly structures to stick out, contained by their suits as they continued to lay down withering fire.

"Sir we need heavy guns!" The Valhallan sergeant said as a Ceph Devastator (also known as a heavy or "fatty" by the Imperials) strode on through, casually stomping on a human husk created by the reapers in service to the Ulutraxi. Waving around a huge gun with barrels you could shove your head down.

The Ceph chattered in some digital, almost mechanical sort of language...but the Tech-priests didn't believe they were sapient, as they detected a sort of direct energy transfer into the Xenos, a sort of technological hive mind. Then the Commissar saw some of the Ceph sprinting and wall-jumping off of the trees, bouncing around to prevent good shots from being taken as the Stalkers tried to get into position.

"Heavy bolters! We need heavy bolters!" The Commissar shouted as some Teal plated and red trimmed Ice Dragon Space Marines laid down bolter fire.

"Comrade Commissar, this position is not tenable, we must call in for artillery support." The lead devastator said as he swapped magazines for his heavy bolter while a Ceph shadow blasted one of the Valhallan's heads apart with a bolt rifle, sending a massive electrical charge across a long distance and sending his charred, torsoless body to the ground.

"Madam Commissar, call in the artillery!" The marine said as his devastator squad reloaded, with heavy weapon teams in the company trying to pick up some slack.

"This is Commissar Yelena of the 35th heavy infantry regiment, 5th army, we are pinned down by unknown Xenos, designated "Squiddies", we need support now!" She shouted into her radio before a MOAC's ice shard smashed through some rapid-fab cover her troops set up, hit her in the carapace armored chest, carried her at least ten feet, and knocked her flat on her back, making her cough as the wind was kicked out of her.

 ALEXisAWESOME wrote:
''What makes us different? Nothing, we are exactly the same as any alternates of us are. You probably know all our moves, our strategies and secrets. We are exactly the same, what is different is our circumstances and more importantly, our allies.'' Ra gestured to his allies. ''These human children, they are gods for Feths sake! We stand united, thrown together by this force seemingly so powerful as to accomplish these trans-dimensional feats that brought us here without you knowing them and it scares you. That's why everywhere we have gone your agents have tried, and failed, to eliminate us. For all we know none of what you tell us is true. Go, go back to your masters and tell them we wont play their game until they tell us the rules and more importantly, who the players are. Until then, Dinner is cancelled.'' Ra new death, he had seen entire sectors die in flames, he initiated many of them, and this wasn't death. This wasn't the end of all things, this wasn't Rhana Drandra and while he still drew breath these pretenders would keep their threats beneath their tongue.

"Your words are as empty as your hope. Our minions grow more numerous with each new reality we travel to. There is no hope for you, for *anything.* There is only the feast." It said coldly before the arriving Eldar broke through.

"Lord Ra, we have arrived." They said simply and calmly, from the voice, it was likely a female, fairly young by Eldar standards, probably wearing Autarch armor...from the dialect...yes, Alaitoc, definitely Alaitoc

Captain Cortez had traveled quite some distance by the time he had heard the transmission. He was quite surprised that the Imperial Guard was here. He responded over the vox, "This is Captain Cortez of the Blood Ravens Space Marine chapter". He looked around for any indication of where the battle was going on. "I am on my way to assist. Where are you, soldier?". How he was going to find the Imperial Guard would be the first matter. How he was going to help would be the second.

 TheCustomLime wrote:
Captain Cortez had traveled quite some distance by the time he had heard the transmission. He was quite surprised that the Imperial Guard was here. He responded over the vox, "This is Captain Cortez of the Blood Ravens Space Marine chapter". He looked around for any indication of where the battle was going on. "I am on my way to assist. Where are you, soldier?". How he was going to find the Imperial Guard would be the first matter. How he was going to help would be the second.

"Tech-priests are triangulating...we're due hundred meters north-east of your position, you should be able to h-" she said before she was cut off by a massive deep "PING" that seemed to travel through the air as a massive sonic wave that tore apart everything it hit.

The sound of flesh rupturing could be heard while the sound of three powerful legs stomping on the ground was also audible, while the roar of energy chain-guns could be heard as Guardsmen frantically called for medics, and the unmistakable sight of exploded people was clearly visible while the Ceph Pinger moved forward, being followed by more of the gelatinous armored xenos. Flying Ceph troopers and scouts bombarded the area with fire from their ice firing MOACs or freeze ray MOARs or super-hot plasma or charged particle beam weaponry, while the more humanoid Grunts, Stalkers, and Heavies followed the Pingers as they made a general advance, the Pingers in turn letting the massive Hunters follow up behind them.

A series of predator and Leman Russ tanks were ready to receive their advance, as was a secondary line of defenses, but retreating guardsmen and falling back space marines and sisters of battle could be seen as the highly advanced aliens made their move forward. A sister of battle had them set up some rapid-fabrication cover to hold the line, but the enemy had air superiority, and the unmistakable shriek of more Ceph could be heard.

Nearby cortez was a squad of the vile xenos, and he could now get a close look at them.



Seven or so feet tall, it seemed that shooting them in their armor plates was going to be an ammo waster, and while they certainly seemed super-humanly strong and fast, and given the Tyranids that the Guardsmen frantically describe the Ceph mulching through, it seems they can handle themselves close up quite well. But the gelatin looked vulnerable, and only three grunts and two stalkers were near Cortez.

Cortez looks around to make sure he is alone. His raises suspicions prove to be correct as he spots more foul Xenos. He appraises them carefully and notes their protected plating. He looks around and the only meaningful cover was a large boulder. He removes a fragmentation grenade and tosses it in hope that it lands behind them. He then runs for the boulder. When he gets there he unslings his boltgun. He checks the fuel reserve for the built in meltagun. Unfortunately it was empty so Cortez would have to rely on his remaining 3 magazines to carry the day.

A cool sense of relief and familiarisation rushed over Ra as the voice contacted him through mindspeak. This was the first he'd heard of his race since this hell happened, but Ra also felt powerful. The Eldar where a powerful race and maybe with them as his allies as well as those he could collect, they could beat back this thing.

''Well met Sister, Altansar hails the StarStriders of the Galactic rim. Our universe is in peril and we are required to work together for the sake of our race. What are your numbers and disposition? No matter, bring your most able seers with you and triangulate my position. I feel our enemy is of a kinship to a C'tan, a being of pure energy, if we could bind it's energies into a wraithbone shell it would be at our disposal for interrogation!'' Ra spoke fast in the mother tongue of Aliatoc using one of hi past lives experiences, reliving the war in the heavens and how the Necrons defeated their colloasal star gods.

Ra pushed these thoughts, almost forcefully into his fellow companions minds, giving them all his insights and his plan hoping they would go along with it. The god's power may be pivotal in stopping the creature escaping. The Air began to ionize in what Ra believed was a teleport field, here goes nothing.

Skulltaker was disarmed, but Esmeralda did not mistake that for weakness; being crafted for martial combat, Skulltaker was equally capable with fists and feet. She made quick jabs with her rapier that Skulltaker deftly parried. He tried returning with punches, kicks and sweeps but Esmeralda danced around them like they were choreographed.

"You may hate me, Skulltaker, but I hope you know that I don't hate you." said the Slaaneshi Daemoness followed by a giggle. "In fact, I like you a lot. One way or another, I will make you mine." She made one more jab, but Skulltaker countered by grabbing her wrist and pulling her forward into his fist. She quickly recovered, but he was able to capitalize on those few seconds by recovering his own blade.

The wall in the room was suddenly torn off, revealing the mayhem ensuing outside. Both daemons paused their duel to gaze upon what was being wrought. "Beautiful, isn't it? Transcend a mere multiverse, and you can create art by simply inviting in some beings that don't belong in the realm." spoke Esmeralda. Skulltaker then took another swing at her, but she ducked before leaping out the opening and into the wilds below. At the bottom, she exclaimed "By the way, love what you did to those stone faces! How about you and I have a little contest? There's a powerful being known as Ganondorf elsewhere in this realm. The dog faced being you fought in the palace here was created by extracting a bit of his essence. He was simple to beat, but that was just a very minuscule fraction of his power. Let's see how you and I fare against the real thing. First one to fell him surrenders to the other." She then ran off.

"I'll have your head yet you wench!" yelled Skulltaker as he himself leaped out of the palace. He summoned forth his Juggernaut steed, landed on it, and rode off. Skulltaker knew this was a challenge that he could not back down from. Esmeralda's challenge goes beyond simple threats and taunts. By the unwritten rules of The Great Game, challenges between the gods were always serious affairs. If Skulltaker lost, his existence would be over. He was not about to let that happen.

 TheCustomLime wrote:
Cortez looks around to make sure he is alone. His raises suspicions prove to be correct as he spots more foul Xenos. He appraises them carefully and notes their protected plating. He looks around and the only meaningful cover was a large boulder. He removes a fragmentation grenade and tosses it in hope that it lands behind them. He then runs for the boulder. When he gets there he unslings his boltgun. He checks the fuel reserve for the built in meltagun. Unfortunately it was empty so Cortez would have to rely on his remaining 3 magazines to carry the day.

((If I wasn't supposed to do this then I shall delete this post!))

The grenade bounces down the gentle slope until it rests just behind the xenos. It explodes in a loud fury of concussive force, metal fragmentation and heat. All these elements don't seem to have any meaningful effects on the creatures but they seem a little confused. At first. Internal calculations give a probable estimate of where the grenade was thrown from. The Cephs start heading towards Cortez's rock. The Captain peeks around the corner to see their disposition. In return he receives gun fire that turns the boulder into so much gravel. The Astartes ducks back into cover. He prepares another Fragmentation grenade. He grasps it for several seconds to allow it's internal countdown to expire somewhat. "None shall find us wanting!", the Blood Raven exclaims as he tosses the grenade. This time the grenade meets just the right mark and sends a few fragments into their backs. They spread out to prevent such another hit from affecting him.

Cortez in return fires his bolter at one of the grunts. The first bolt round exits the muzzle of the massive gyrojet with a loud bang. It's rockets then activate which propels it to great speeds. Then, finally, it meets it's mark and explodes harmlessly on the alien's armor. "Blast...", he says as his follow up shots meet similiar fates. Return fire mostly patters off his artificer armor. However, one shot wedges between his plates and shocks him. He nearly doubles over as the electricity takes over his nerves and uses them for heretical purposes. But, he comes out of the pain just in time to meet the butt of a grunt's rifle to the head. Cortez is knocked to the ground and his boltgun falls to the alien's feet. The Ceph kicks it away and stomps repeatedly on his chest. His armor's warning systems sound in his ears.

Cortez grabs the alien's foot with one hand. With the other he draws his relic sword. The blade of this ancient weapon shines with an unusual sheen as befitting such a sword. Before the Ceph can kick it out of his hand he slices at the alien's leg knocking it to the ground.The other Ceph start to pour fire at Cortez which prompts him to take cover once more. Unfortunately for the Blood Raven his Boltgun is nowhere to be seen. Unfortunately for the xenos, his bolt pistol is sufficient for this task. He draws his handgun. A Ceph grunt rounds the corner just in time to receive a bolt round to the head. The alien, though unarmed, flinches in reaction. Cortez charges at it while shouting at the top of his lungs. The alien, having recovered itself, attempts to punch the marine. Cortez in turn brings his relic blade down onto the Ceph's shoulder which causes it to lean forward. Just enough to expose it's weak back. For the Ceph's troubles it receives a blade deep into it's innards. The Relic Blade's field damages the internal organs causing a quick and painful death. It falls to the ground in a gory heap. The other two grunts back away while firing at the marine. Once more he ducks behind the boulder in a sick game of chase.

Nearby Cortez spots a blinking light. He ducks to the ground before the Stalker could hit him. He in turn swings his Relic Blade at the stalker but it manages to evade him. In return the Stalker stabs back into the soft part of his armor which causes him significant pain. The other one fires at him with it's SMGs but the weapon does little. Cortez parries another blow made by the Stalker. At this point the two combatants are locked in blades. The Stalker tries with all of it's might to break the Relic blade. The blade's whine is a testament to the amount of pressure it is taking. However, like most officers in the Imperium, Cortez prefers to fight clutching both his pistol and his blade. Rather than dropping the pistol and attempting to win the lock instead he reaches around with his bolt pistol and fires three times. One round misses, the second one only grazes but the third makes it's mark. The Stalker's innards explode violently causing it to collapse lifelessly. It bursts messily shortly after.

At the very same moment that the Stalker died the other stabs Cortez in the back which causes him to stumble forward. The Stalker then kicks him square in the back landing him onto the ground. He turns around and, rather than get up, simply lies there with one bolt round still in his pistol. The alien charges at him with it's blades at the ready. At the right moment Cortez rolls behind the Ceph. The Ceph, possessing excellent reflexes, wheels around to try and stab him again. However, an Astartes also possesses superior reflexes. A bolt round meets the Stalker's right back which kills it as well.

The other two grunts start pouring shots once more. Cortez takes several before he can take cover yet again. He quickly reloads his bolt pistol. The two grunts close in on him. One was sufficient to cause the Space Marine harm. Two working in tandem would be near lethal... he begins to think. The Ceph's gelatinous exposed area could still be hit from a well placed shot from the front. He took careful aim at the grunt. It was nearly on top of him by the time he fired the pistol. Once more, a pistol round leaves it's chamber, rockets out and meest the alien's flesh in kind.

It bursst inside killing the grunt. The other slams it's fist into the Marine's body. He is sent onto the ground. Pain wracks his body but he knows how to will it away. Cortez looks around. The Ceph is quickly approaching. He spies a shining glint in the tall grass: The golden case of his bolter. He kicks the alien away some and dashes for it. Cortez grabs his bolter and starts firing on the alien. 5 rounds hit it's armor harmlessly but the explosions caused makes it flinch. This moment of respite allows a careful shot to be taken. Two rounds exit the bolter.

One narrowly misses.

The other, not wishing to repeat the mistake of it's brother, bites into the Ceph. His innards explode in a violent display of the might of Terra. Cortez sighs. He swaps the magazine out, slings the rifle, collects his fallen belongings and once more attempts to communicate with the Imperial Guard. "This is Captain Cortez. I have made contact with the xenos but they were defeated. What is your status?", he calls out over the comms.