Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Return of the Scourge


“...wasn't the first one found...no...he was simply the first that refused to kneel...”

“So who was this first you claim as your god heretic?”

“He is no god, nor did he ever aspire to be...he was simply a warrior...a king perhaps and surely a mighty leader of man...but he is no more a god than a servant...”

“Then why is there a temple, abandoned and forgotten though it may be, dedicated to him here?”

“You're a fool, sir, that isn't a temple at all...it's simply a beacon...”

“A beacon to your god?”

“I've already answered that question...”

“Perhaps you haven't answered it to my satisfaction.”

“We are unconcerned with your satisfaction, sir.”

“Who are 'we'?”

“We who have not forgotten him throughout these long dark ages...his sons...and daughters...his brothers...his Legion...”

“Fine. What were you doing at the temple...the beacon...it's off limits on pain of death.”

“Of course it is...”

“So then what were you doing there?”

“I was turning it on of course.”



“Here the transcript of the interrogation ends. Two hours later local star revolution time, a star ship of unknown origin entered the system. Within a standard day the local Planetary Defense Force, along with the Fourth Company of the Emperor’s Scythe was completely destroyed, and all contact with the Imperial Forgeworld Nexial Prime was lost.”

“All contact?”

“No, Inquisitor, Sir, all contact from Imperial Forces.”

“What exactly have we received?”

“Should I read it out loud?”

“Indeed.”

“To the Lion he gave our secrets, and to the Wolf our fangs. To the Angel went our wings and to the Cyborg went our technology. To the Spartan went our strategy and to the Khan our speed. To the Ultras went our gene seed and to the Raven went our stealth. To the Warmaster went our seat and to the Red went our sorcery. We have returned not to conquer nor to destroy needlessly with havoc and chaos.

But return we have, to take back what is rightfully ours...what your so called God Emperor in his fear took from us those long aeons ago.”

“Who sent it?”

“It is marked Claws of the Forgotten...the Doom Hands...”

“What else?”

“The Second Legion...”

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