[h2][center]Day 1[/center][/h2]

Hours passed, and it seemed Alucard was true to his world. No immense attack followed his initial appearance, although any craft that chose to hover above the Atlantic would be shot out of the sky. High-powered organic missiles even took out space-craft. It appeared that they used some kind of psionic sense to detect anything that entered their space, ignoring most conventional cloaking technology, although extensive probing might show that unmanned vessels lasted far longer. But to gain just this little information would require dozens of crashed ships, and potentially a large loss of resources. And almost any would agree that angering the Tyranid while they lay dormant was a Bad Idea, with capital letters included.

The Imperium, seeing that it's call to arms at an official meeting had mostly been met with disinterest, had sent personal envoys to each of the major factions. A ship carrying a Paladin of the Grey Knights was sent to each of the major factions, in order to negotiate a ceasefire and potential cooperation. A more shady deal was being worked out with the Dark Outliners, the Imperium sending two Custodes champions along on that ship to ensure that things went... smoothly. Otherwise negotiations would be fairly standard, unless any of the factions had anything in particular to report.

Damien would receive information from his devilish superiors as to the concentrations of what could only be referred to as 'weirdness', a phenomena that would no doubt also have been picked up by the sensitive Outliner scanners. Dimensional distortions and potential energy that seemed to cloak the world to a worrying degree. Perhaps a side effect of the terminals, or perhaps their cause. Whether Firebrand chose to come along or not, Damien would find the central point of the effect to be somewhere in Australia, one of the few areas as of yet unclaimed by any of the major factions, although possibly home to several low-level inhabitants. What he would find there was completely unknown, but it might explain just why Arcadia was so special.

Damien was introduced to his new men, and given a brief tour of the Imperial political spectrum. The Black Dragons were at first slow to accept him, and they were happy to state this to him in person. Despite their hesitance in accepting him, however, he soon realised that these men would follow him to hell and back, so great was their sense of duty and honour. And a sparring match to demonstrate his prowess soon improved attitudes towards him, as he began to be seen as a 'small space marine'. His strong personal sense of honour also melded well with the 3rd company, indeed this was one of the reasons Vulkan had placed him in that particular company. He would be free to lead his men as he saw fit, to whatever goal he deemed important.

Ozo would be free to do as he please, traveling the world. Martin, however, would be provided with all he needed for his experiments, provided he stayed within Imperial law. His space station was soon analyzed and put back into the air, the resident AI undamaged, as Martin was granted it as his personal workspace. All that had been altered was the installation of a Vox receiver set to Imperial frequencies, and the removal of the nuclear failsafe. For the rest it was fully functional. He was also given control of several servitors, although quite possibly they were there to monitor him, and Rhemus visited regularly to see how he was doing. While many of the Dark Angels regarded his inhuman appearance with distrust and disgust, Rhemus seemed okay with it. As a powerful Psyker, the mind seemed far more important than one's physical form. And had he not heard the Emperor abolish the Imperium's anti-mutant habits in person? His research would probably lead him to the same place as Damien, although what he did with the information was up to him.

Viral had managed to sneak into Conablum labs inside of Enki, abusing it's anti-scanning field to remain unseen. Despite Enki's battered condition it was already repairing itself, as Cyano would soon notice, although no nano-technology appeared to be in play. Instead it simply caused new armour and machinery to appear, as if by magic, powered by a completely unknown energy that obeyed no standard laws of physics. The mech itself was stunningly far more primitive, like a buzz saw powered by a miniature anti-matter reactor. It used powerful synthetic muscles inside of it's limbs, and it's kunai were propelled through a kind of reverse railgun. A powerful electromagnet was used to push the kunai away from the mech at high speed, thereby launching it. The secret of it's devastating destroyer laser would remain a mystery, however, until the mech's crest regenerated, which seemed to be occurring most slowly.