@supertinyking@thewizardguy

Eclipse had shielded himself just in time as his physical form was swatted into a large stone wall. The wall cracked and tumbled over on itself where the angel-demigod had crashed into it, but Eclipse was fairly unscathed. No soon had he recovered himself than Saito was on him, trying to kill him. Standing tall, his eyes taking on a white glow, Eclipse drew his sword and used it defensively. Against his magic shield and sword-casted forcewaves, Saito didn't get to him, but given enough time, he was bound to defeat Eclipse's defenses. Eclipse parried and deflected as much as he could, but didn't yet attack Saito. Winds beat at him from left and right but he managed to stay on his feet. As Saito paused in his attacks to consider the presence of the Necron, Eclipse still did not attack, but instead closed his hands together over his grip in front of his chest and let his sword point skyward. he was making his point without words. Even then, some Necron shot off Saito's leg and the wounded champion was scooped up and carried off. Even if Eclipse would have aided him, Kiyoki took him away too quickly. There wasn't a lot of time for discussion.

Turning his attention to the oncoming invasion of death, Eclipse knew there was little hope of saving the world. The world's dominant power, although fairly ignoble, was currently fleeing for his life alongside his allies. The only hope in sight was the only other powerful being Eclipse had seen, the red-robed man.

Tiny screamed like a little girl and ran to grab Eclipse. Alas, not even Tiny could begin a fight with the Necrons, but perhaps escape would still be possible for some. Eclipse used his magic to protect the immediate company until Tiny could get them teleported. In doing so, he lamented. "Is there truly nothing more I can do?"

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From his perch on the spire of a very tall building, Mithias glanced down at the red robotic figure that had appeared near him. He sensed something from it, some kind of an aura, something impartial and random, but to him it did not register as 'evil,' per se. Mithias shifted and stuck out a leg as he got comfortable facing the new being. "Looks like the universe is falling apart." He gestured. "Portals are opening up everywhere these days. Hello. Oh, and by the way, watch your step." Mithias pointed to the edge of the rooftop where there was quite a fall into darkness below. It was also just a bit windy up here.

@Wraithblade6
"...Thanks...you..are no space marine, are you? You look like one of those vampire wanna-bes...." Luigi tells Mithias, him standing at the edge of the building. Mithias, if he so chose, could try to push Luigi to what would seem to be his doom. Although, with the strange power this man emanated, it'd be quite a risk. Who knew what this cyborg could do? Maybe he was like the walking tank that tried to pulp Mithias not to long ago, but less visually impressive.
However, after a few moments, 5 men, looking a lot like the walking tank appeared, all wielding very scary looking Cog axes, and large guns. "About time you all showed up..." Luigi grumbles.

@Snarfulblast@ShadowVentus
It seemed his enemies had been either slain, or had fled before him. The mutant bunny girl and the heretical sorceress had disappeared without a trace, no doubt to cause trouble in some other domain. He grunted as he leaned heavily on his hammer. He had been imbued with inhuman strength and stamina, but the amount of psychic power he had been forced to call upon had exhausted even him. He had gambled with his life in doing so, and he could easily have lost himself to Chaos. However, he stood now victorious among a field of broken and burned corpses. He turned towards what appeared to be his only ally on this world, and considered.

The stranger had warped his form, a clear sign within the Imperium of Heresy. However, while the Paladin could certainly sense some form of taint upon the figure, there was no sign of the telltale stench of Chaos. On his own world this figure would have been arrested and inspected by the forces of the inquisition, or, if deemed a risk, eliminated on the spot. However, the stranger had come to his aide and fought by his side, and in Valentus' eyes that made him a Battle Brother. This man might form his only ally on this world, and he was sorely in need of allies. Therefore, he decided to suspend his judgement of the stranger´s powers, and rather to judge him on his actions. Should he prove to be a threat, he could always be eliminated later.

"Certainly, you have proved your worth to me. Whilst your magic is-" Midsentence, Valentus drops to his knees, shivering. He seems to be having some sort of fit, as his heavily armoured form shakes on the floor. Stone is crushed to gravel in his gauntlets, and the mighty Daemonhammer is dropped to the ground besides him. A deep metallic growl makes it way from underneat his helmet, and it's almost as if the space marine were in pain. However, after some time he gets up.

"Something is wrong. The Warp.... it's out of balance." He looks around furtively, as if expecting to get jumped at any time. "This state of affairs... tremors this bad...." He shakes his head, before marching forward. "Stranger, follow me. I must speak to this world's ruler. With the current state of the Warp, all battleships must be deactivated, lest their cores become unstable. Should we fail to take the proper precautions, this entire planet may be annihilated." Purposefully Valentus charges onwards, grabbing the nearest living being he sensed. This turned out to be a Dominion soldier who had been knocked out during the fight, causing him to miss evac. The poor soul had been hiding in the ruins of a collapsed skyscraper ever since.

Grabbing the man by the leg, Valentus held him up. "Little man, your life and the lives of your kin depend upon your actions now. Show me the route to whomever on this world is in charge of interstellar travel. If you fail to do so, I will be forced to extract the knowledge from your mind. The process will be most painful." The man seemed quite willing to cooperate once he'd stopped shitting himself in fear, and accurately lead Valentus to whatever served as the planet's local government.

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A number of hours later Valentus kicked down the doors to an office building. He dropped the soldier, whom he'd been carrying the whole time, and advanced on the nearest official while his captive scampered into a corner. Two guards hesitantly aimed their weapons, before deciding they valued their lives more than their duty, and dropped their weapons. It did not matter much whether Micheal chose to follow him or not, he had an urgent duty to perform. "Who here is in charge of interstellar travel. I represent the right of the Inquisition, and we have detected an incoming Warp Storm." He looks around the room for anyone who would challenge his claim to authority, and found nobody sufficiently suicidal to do so. "You must instantly deactivate all Warp Engines, and activate planetary defence systems. Place this world in full lockdown, no traffic in or out. Furthermore, ensure that you have enough food production to feed your population for the coming year, at least, and make plans to increase production if necessary."

@thewizardguy
"Sssssir, what is warp travel? And lock down, of this planet? What kind of galactic sssstorm could be sssso bad to cause sssuch drastic messssures?!" One man asks, with an odd lisp, but another is quickly working. "Attention all orbiting ships. Due to a predicted galactic storm, all ships are to land. Those who do not, will be shot down. That, is all." A smarter man says into a coms system. Not wanting to die horribly, most of the ships fly down to the planet, large holes into the planet's crust opening up, the entire planet one big parking garage. Those that are unable to, seem to vanish in a shimmer, after passing near a large glowing orb, an orbiting mystery to those not well versed in dominion tech.

@supertinyking@Snarfulblast@Wraithblade6
The sky seemed to twist and turn, and Eclipse could sense some powerful extradimensional force battering at the laws of reality. The Warp Storm seems to intensify, even as a massive hole opens in the sky. And much as the Necron Armies had been pulled to this world mere moments before, it seemed a new horror would unveil itself. For looking up through the perfectly clear sky, a new moon could be seen in orbit around the planet. Or rather, a massive asteroid, upon which rested a fortress the size of a large city. Lightning crackled around it, revealing massive and powerful force fields that shielded it from the Warp. And as Immorteth looked up, he would find the image likened in the Necron's vast database. And perhaps in some part of his mechanical mind, he could feel a shred of fear. An emotion that had been all but lost to the Necron race since the devouring of their souls.

This was the Rock of Eternity, the traveling headquarters of the Dark Angels. The first of the Space Marine Chapters, the first Legion of the First Founding, greatest among their brethren, and matched in their glory only by the Ultramarines. Above them floated a thousand of the Imperium's most dangerous and elite Space Marines, coupled with an army of supporting tanks and Dreadnoughts. In addition to this, the Rock seemed to have deployed it's battlefleet, great ships emerging from the sides of the rocky space station. Immorteth needed little more to realize what was to come.

Through the Warp rained a hailstorm of steel, as dozens of Drop Pods rained down on the Necron Armies. Squads of Warriors were instantly crushed, as the impact tore through walls and buildings. The massive steel carrying vessels opening to revealing squads of Space Marines, instantly engaging in silent battle, each shot aimed true. Each of these warriors was one of the Imperium's best, with hundreds of battles behind them. Expertly aimed shots shattered Necron skulls, as missiles and grenades shattered their orderly formations. A Dreadnought marched through the enemy lines, massive autocannon ripping through their armour even as the Gaus blasts ripped into it's own. But most deadly of all was the Deathwing, an army of 100 bone-white Terminators. The very first company, the elite of the elite. To have every single member fighting on the same battlefield was a nightmare come true, as they fired their massive Plasma Canons and unleashed volleys of missiles.

Immorteth looked back on his armies only to see the Monolith exploding, as what appeared to be a small nuclear missile struck it. He was cut off from the main body of his forces, and there were enemies all around. The Dark Angels were well coordinated, and even as their main forces engaged the Necron Army, no doubt their would be groups patrolling around their perimeter to annihilate stragglers. It was an odd reversal of the situation, as the Necron found himself suddenly in need of faster legs.

However, the Dark Angels' inevitable victory would not be an easy one. For the citizens of Tsubasa had been twisted into horrifying creatures, tendrils and claws extending from their bodies as they unleashed volleys of devastating Warp blasts on both sides. The forces of chaos spread destruction indiscriminately, emerging from the Warp to feast on the battlefield. For they had claimed this world with their storms, and their fury burned brighter than ever before.

@supertinyking

Mithias pulled the collar of his coat closer around himself, although cold didn't have much affect on him. He had no reason to harm Luigi, but the sudden appearance of 5 metal soldiers with hammers made him reconsider. "You traveled here intentionally?" Clearly Luigi did so, if he had brought a posse. Mithias stood up to face them, revealing that he had stashed behind him one of the large guns from one of the previous police cars. He had taken it before he left the scene at the lab, and he had taken the time to examine it and get it working. He lifted it casually beside himself, pointing it in the direction of the group. He wasn't amused in the least. "Why would you do something like that?" He asked kinda creepy.

@thewizardguy

Recognizing that Valentus had a better sense of what was going on around him than he could even begin to imagine, Michael decides it would be in his best interest to tail him, increasing his own speed by tapping into Grima's power once again, so as to keep up the pace. Appearing alongside Valentus at the office building, the tactician watched at how quickly the men within the room had bended to the soldier's command. Then again, it'd had been rather foolish of them not to have done so, considering they would pay with their lives. Being ever vigilant, Michael simply leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed, watching the madness ensue. Thanks to Grima, his senses were heightened, making it impossible for him to miss out on a single word being exchanged by those competent enough to understand the message being thrown across by Valentus. Truly, this man was not someone or thing to be reckoned with.

@supertinyking@thewizardguyImorteth knew he would die here if he didn't act quickly, sending half of his Lych Guard and Immortals to slow the Dark Angels advance on his position, Imorteth activates his Shadow Ankh and a small bubble of magic and Warp negating power surrounds him and the rest of his personal guard. He and his guard move forward towards the gigantic Warp portal and upon reaching they step through returning back to whence they came leaving Tsubasa.



Albert looks at the Dark Angels turning the tide of battle against the Necrons." He walks out from behind his ice wall, and raises his hand into the air as a sign of peace and surrender, shouting at the nearest Dark Angel he says,"Hello sir? We are not evil, we do not mean any harm to you or your allies. Please we require aid,and we have been fighting these robot skeletons since they arrived." He quickly tells Tiny to do something about Blarg's appearance.

@ShadowVentus@supertinyking
Good, the people here had the common sense to listen to an agent of the Inquisition. He could feel the powers of the Warp closing in, and he knew it wouldn't be long before this world was hit by a Warp Storm of great intensity. He had no guarantees that the world itself would not be destroyed by the fury of it. He looked to those in the room, and he knew that they weren't ready. These people had never been touched by the power of the Warp, they had never been saved by the grace of the Emperor. And now their blessing would be turned to a curse, as they would find themselves vastly underprepared to face the Ruinous Powers. "The storm will assault your minds as well as your bodies. If you wish not to die, then take into mind whatever brings you safety. Be it your house, your wife, your job, your boss, or your teddy bear. And hold that image in your head as if it were all that stands between you and absolute annihilation. Because as from this moment, that image will be the only thing keeping you sane."

Perhaps not the most encouraging of speeches, but a useful one. The image of security would be a necessity, as fear would only grant the Daemon a handle to pull on. And an open mind would get them killed, this fairly simple mental exercise would prevent random thoughts from flickering into their consciousness. Including those from outside.

That, of course, was when the Warp Storm hit. Reality seemed to crack open as purple storm clouds covered the entire solar system. Purple lightning bolts the width of moons ripped through the vacuum, as furious Chaos Winds rushed over the planet. A psychic maelstrom devoured the minds of millions, as they were overwhelmed by the immense amount of psionic energy being battered into their brains. Two of those present began to twist and writhe, their forms being mutated to mirror their broken minds. Not quite Daemon, but far from human. A bolter round in each put a swift end to them, and the combination of Valentus' advice and his warding presence prevented any further casualties within this room. But outside, the apocalypse had come.

All communications had broken down, any vehicle or object that had remained in orbit was swiftly devoured. The planet's moon was swiftly destroyed, crushed to rubble and spread across the vastness of space. The ground shook and the air seemed to become solid with invisible arcane power. Screeches and roars filled the air, as the planet's population was exposed to the mutating powers of the Warp. Hundreds were turned to Chaos in moments, as the Dominion's armies unexpectedly began to fight amongst themselves. The world was in chaos, and Valentus formed a pillar of sanity within this realm of madness and death, and those with him in that moment realized that they were being shielded from the worst effects by the power of his presence alone.

"Tell me, are there any bunkers on this planet. We must make our way towards the most heavily fortified location this planet has to offer. A good store of weaponry and ammo would also be good. This planet is doomed, we merely need to weather the storm until it passes." To Valentus, the horrors outside were nothing new. This world had no hope of surviving the power of Chaos turned against them, but this was merely a herald to the second wave. For the Warp Storm brought with it the powers of the Warp, and the Daemon would soon descend upon this world and any others in the system. And with a Warp Storm of this power, the Daemon summoned by it would be a truly terrifying force. And Valentus alone could not face off against the legions of the Dark Gods and live once again.

Death,destruction,ruin oh what a wonderful turn around from the shitty day he was having. Rex was now fully healed and stronger now then he had ever been for this Warp Storm that was happening had turn this entire planet into a living hell, and. It. Was. GOOD! Never before had Rex been near so much death and around him his aura grew larger and larger until everything around him was sucked dry of life. He wandered for a bit until he came across a small party of Dominion troop who had somehow been unturned by the forces of Chaos, around them where a few piles of dead soldiers, some of the bodies where twisted and warped by the chaotic energies that flowed from the Warp Storm, and with the raising of his hand the bodies came to life and swarmed the small party of soldiers, their screams only make Rex burst into laughter. When he reaches where the soldiers stood he found very little left of them, his ghouls had eaten everything but the bones, of which Rex creates a weird bone construct from, he brings it to life and this bone golem follows Rex and his army of ghouls towards what looks to Rex like a military base. On his way there more and more ghouls are raised and a few more bone golems as well, he has also seemed to have picked up an entourage of crazed and Chaos warped people and soldiers, one of the soldiers bares the mark of a Captain and is one of the crazed but still normal looking people following Rex. This Captain tells Rex that the building they are headed to has been untouched by the Warp Storm and is holding out against the onslaught of Daemons and wrapped twisted civvies and soldiers."Well then lets go have some fun." Rex lets out a horrifying twisted laugh.

@kishin asura
Asura found himself teleported to a strange place on the planet, as he felt a wave of madness and chaos descend down upon the poor world he found himself on. However, who had pulled him there was a strange figure, a man in flowing white robes, wearing many chains, each adorned with many different holy symbols. He notices such things as a christian cross, several Egyptian hieroglyphs, a few aztech markings, a star of david, and many more. This man, apperently a sort of uber-priest, looks to Asura. "You, I've pulled you here, as I felt your power as soon as you arrived. It's taken me this long to reel you in, and now another threat is here...I need your help, protecting this world from this demonic incursion. I am not a fan when those of faith are tormented by evil." The man says. He was human, bald, and pale as the moon.

@thewizardguy @Snarfulblast
Slowly, the two men there turning scream in agony as their minds are afflicted with the warp, until they grow suddenly calm, looking around confused. Valentus could feel it, someone near by was on his radar, seeming to funnel the mental strain of those near him, to himself. Standing up, the soldier that Valentus had carried over was, in fact, Colonel David. David's right eye was glowing red, as he grit his teeth, and growled, getting angry. "Get...the hell...out..of..my...HEAD YOU MAGGOTS!" He screams, standing up dispite the wound though his stomach. "You all, get out the obliterator armory, we're going to go out there, and fucking kill these demon peices of shit, and the first one of you to question that order, will not only die, but it will be by me sticking my foot, so far up your ass, you'll be my new combat boot, AM I UNDERSTOOD?!"

"Sir, yes sir!" The men there say, any signs of fear instantly vanishing. David is obviously not in the best of shape, having a torso wound, and using some sort of ability to keep his troops from feeling the mental strain of the war, in exchange for himself feeling their strain upon him. However, this only seems to make him angrier, which makes him fight harder. Valentus could feel someone trying to pry into his mind, but it wasn't chaos. It was a different factor all together...David? It was the only logical idea. What madness was going on here.

As Rex marched his ghoul army though the streets, towards the strange military base, he sees something rather..odd. What looks to be an orc is running around, fighting against a large group of mutated chaos hosts, him tearing them apart with single blows. His punches cause ripples in the flesh of the deamons, and even as he should be over ran, his absolutely destructive offence seems to whittle them down as fast as they arrive. "COME GET SOME! NO ONE CAN BEAT, GORE-ACK BLACK HAND!" He yells, and, he does in fact, have a hand that's a pitch black. His right hand, in fact. Rex may be surprised at the sheer destructive force of this creature, and maybe he may seek to destroy him for it.

@supertinyking"OY Orc care to join in my slaughter of everything that tries to fight me?" Rex doesn't care if the orc joins or not, but if the orc doesn't join then he will be killed then subsequently resurrected by Rex as a very powerful ghoul.

@Snarfulblast
"Wait...Are you one of those dominion approved necromancers?" Gore-ack asks, raising an eyebrow at Rex. he reaches over to a near by dead guard, picking up one of the guard's blades, which is a long, sleek black machete like weapon. "Because, if you're not, you have no right defiling those corpses like that...." He growls, obviously not a fan of necromancy.

@supertinyking"Well then seeing has I have no connection to the Dominion, guess you'll have to die. Swarm him minions." The giant army of ghouls and bone golems surge forward swarming the orc. The crazed and warped changed soldiers and civilians grab either grab rifles or ready them to shoot at the orc if he can break through the army of ghouls and golems.

@Snarfulblast
Gore-Ack is quickly swarmed, and it seems his death comes when Rex's ghoul pile completely encompasses him...until they start to rise into the air, the Orc holding them up, as a huge pile, before tossing them into the air. However, the rain of laz-gun fire is enough to force the Orc into retreat, him fleeing towards the military base. While not overly effective at peircing his flesh, the laz-guns do seem to hurt him a small deal, leaving large blisters and burn marks. However, soon, several large hovering tanks fly from the military base, one firing into Gore as they fly, turning him into dust. These tanks are moving about, blasting warp infused civis left and right, leaving no bodies left due to their sheer fire power.

@supertinyking"We need all of those." Rex commands a few of the bone golems to pick him up and toss him, landing neatly on one of the tanks Rex rips open the top jumps in and decapitates everyone inside with a full spinning slash, the tank falls to the ground the hovery bit that makes it float turned off. Using the tank as a stepping stool basically Rex jumps to the next tank, doing the same as before until he has taken down all the tanks."Captain order you troops into the tanks. We're gonna take us a military base." The Captain orders his warped crazed soldiers into the tanks, with the tanks and Rex's undead and warped crazed army the Captain and Rex walk just outside firing range of the base's guns. Shouting,"Hello dead fools you have two choices, one die peacefully or, two die while terrified in a corner waiting for my axe to cleave your skull. Choose within ten seconds or you will automatically have chosen choice number two."

@thewizardguy

Luckily for the tactician, his memories of his comrades and family were strong enough to keep his mind intact, the raging storm and complete despair of the people outside didn't bother him, for he simply compared the beasts in the field to that of the Risen soldiers of his world, feeling as if he should hold no quarter to them. However, he made sure to note to himself that he shouldn't underestimate the enemy forces of this world, for all he knew, his magic might not even make a dent in their numbers. While the circumstances were different here, his duty had not changed. He would do his best to fight the good fight, and return back home safely to those he held close to his heart.

@Snarfulblast
((Warning, warning. New challenger appears. I will notify you when a Dominion soldier of great power arrives. Beware, for these men are able to fight named cs characters. consider them boss fights of sorts. I would name all of the soldiers of the dominion worthy of this spot, but I doubt I'd get it done this month. I'll warn you of when one arrives, unless they are stealth based.))

"Multitude punch. Punch times...4983!" Someone shouts, before, the mass of ghouls, and Rex himself are sent rocketing back by what feels to be a burst of punches to their stomach, each one of them taking N/4983 rounded up. [N= Number of ghouls plus Rex.]. While most of the ghouls were blown to shreds by this attack, Rex finds himself little more than in pain, if he can even feel pain at this point.
The gates of the military strong-hold open, and out steps a man with large, iron gauntlets on. He is clothed in a trench coat, and a hood, hiding his face. He is wearing black pants, and black combat boots. The very ground seems to shake slightly, as the man walks forth. He then starts to punch, Rex being stuck by what feels to be a far stronger than average punch each time the man throws a punch.
"My name, is Roy. I am the Magi-Guard of this base, they call me the Thousand Punch Magi-Guard. I suggest you play dead, or I will paste you across the near by landscape!" He says, rather loudly. The other dominion soldiers, their moral bolstered by this man's strength, begin to fire into the chaos infused civis with large laz-guns, tearing them apart with ease. It's obvious, if Rex seeks to destroy this base, Roy must die.

@ShadowVentus
Micheal suddenly experiances a strange feeling. Even with Grima shielding him from the powers of chaos, something else enters into his mind...Micheal's mind is connected to those of the dominion soldiers, and of Col. David, Micheal's mental efficiency up by a multitude of 2000%. Micheal's reflexes, his tactical reasoning..everything, multiplied, making him far more dangerous than ever before. It's an almost intoxicating high of power, and distressingly intrusive, as already Micheal could feel David reading into his thoughts. "So, a evil dragon, huh? Not the craziest thing in your mind I'm discovering..an entirely new dimension....damn..." David thinks, out loud, into Micheal's mind. "...Follow me into battle to save the lives of the civilians on this world, and I promise you, your world will be lavished in riches of both monetary value, and of technological value..." David says, grinning.