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The Day The Earth Fell

Jacob saw fragments and stragglers of the herd finally begin to approach the walls. He would have to fight, that much was clear. Jacob grimaced. If the herd got to close all at once, he might have to go nuclear to push them back. It was a fairly unpleasant possibility, but one he would have to prepare for. Jacob through his lead lined jacket off to the side, exposing his radiation. His skin had melted off almost all the way up his arms. A little more emission, and the skin on his chest would begin to peel. Personally, aside from irritation of the skin growing back and his skin peeling off in the first place, he had no problem with being skinless. It was everyone else he freaked out. There had only been one time when the skin on his head had melted off, revealing his skull. Not one human and only a few of his more trusted blessed ones would look at him. Not that he cared, it just annoyed him. But enough reminiscing. One of the dead finally was in range of the wall. Jacob aimed his hand, and a bolt of green energy shot out of his hand, frying the dead's head like an egg. The assault had begun.

The Spider's Web, A crossover roleplay

Stern paused when the medic gave his answer to the year. 1972? Impossible! That was near the beginning of recorded history, from before the dark age of technology! He was about to give answer to this, when he heard a voice. Scans indicated into was projected by some sort of vox communication. As the walls began to change, Stern loudly exclaimed "What witchcraft is this?!" When the spider thing appeared and changed into the many armed behemoth, there was only one thing Stern knew it could be; a daemonic servant of the chaos god, Tzeentch. He armed himself, and braced for combat with the thing, before it vanished and the room shifted. When the floor finally settled, some kind of servitor floated up from the floor and answered his question of the year. Impossible! M600? The gods of chaos had survived so long?! No, it must be a trick of M'Kachen.

Suddenly, another figure appeared out of nowhere from the shadows. Stern determined that the figure was some sort of man, dressed as a xenos, who claimed to be from M2. Stern turned to the two of them, awestruck. "Humans from the age of terra." he said awestruck. They even referred to holy terra by its ancient title of Earth. If this was a Tzeentchian trick, it was quite convincing. "Then you must be my long lost ancestors then. You have my pardons. Since you appear to use Gregorian dating, I am from the year 40999, the cusp of the 42nd millennium." Turning to the whole group, he declared, "Very well then. Humans, Xenos, it appears we are at an impasse here. I will work to help return us to our homes. For now. Let us push on."

The Day The Earth Fell

Welp, I hope they have radiation suits. And if they manage to get in, I hope WE have radiation suits.

The Day The Earth Fell

You know, I don't think all of these people trying to take our city have considered the possibility of it being guarded by a crazy radioactive man who won't like people taking away his stability, 3 flying warriors, Charles Darwin's wet dream, and, for lack of an adjective, Ravenia.

The Spider's Web, A crossover roleplay

While waiting for the horned xenos to answer, the human with the strange contraption projected some sort of beam into him, bypassing his conversion field entirely. Suddenly worried, Stern checked his armor sensors to find that the beam was some sort of medical compound designed to accelerate healing and strengthen the body. However, since he was still distrusting of everyone in the group, he turned to rebuke what he had now discerned to be some sort of renegade medic. Before he could, however, one of the horned xenos answered him. The answer she gave made Stern seethe with anger. "What!?" he shouted in response to her answer. "That is HERESY! Mankind was created in the divine image of the God-Emperor! To suggest otherwise goes against ecclesiarchal doctrine! And human extinction!? Mankind is at its strongest it has ever been! Trillions upon trillions thrive in the uncountable worlds of the imperium of man. Holy Terra alone is host to several hundred billion." Something really wasn't adding up now, and it was bothering Stern. An idea occurred to him. He forced himself to calm down, and stated "Another question. This one is to all of you. What do you believe the year to be?"

The Spider's Web, A crossover roleplay

As the blindfolded, horned xenos demanded order, Stern was just preparing to charge his assailant. Such a demanded was even more an affront to his honor, even though she clearly never had seen a space marine before, and didn't understand. Regardless, something was bothering Stern with the whole scenario. It wouldn't hurt to pause and think his situation over. Stern decided to remain on guard, watching the dog xenos, while thinking his situation over.

The, out of nowhere, another blue xenos, this one with a weird array of spikes on its back, went into some sort of speech about how he was wrong to try to fight the dog xenos. Clearly, the fool had never heard of the imperial creed. Then, as if to speak even more volumes to the thing's idiocy, it asked if they all could be friends. This time, Stern could not restrain himself, as he mockingly laughed at the xenos. "Friends!?" he said. "Are you some kind of fool, xenos? Your very existence is an affront to the imperial creed of mankind! I'd sooner be a friend to heretics and renegades!" Stern took a pause, then continued. "However, in light of our circumstances, I will restrain myself for the moment. But I will not lower my weapon."

A few things came to mind. First of all, none of the humans seemed to recognize him. True, the Grey Knights were a secret chapter of the space marines, but space marines themselves were fairly hard to miss. They were a part of all human history and culture, and yet he went unrecognized. The second thing that was off-putting was that the xenos clearly didn't recognize him either. This could be explained by the fact that they had never encountered the imperium before. But then how did they know low gothic? That was a question he could answer right now. He turned to the horned xenos and asked such a question. "Xenos, you clearly have never encountered the imperium of man before. If that is the case, how do you speak low gothic, the common language of humankind?"

The Spider's Web, A crossover roleplay

Suddenly, out of no where a blue... thing charged Stern with a speed and precision that rivaled that of a Vindicare Assassin. What ever it was, it hit his wrist mounted storm bolter, knocking his aim off target. It followed up by punching Stern in the torso with a force disproportionate to its size. It was enough to push him back slightly, but it didn't even dent his adamantium armor. Stern's first reaction was indigence. "You dare..... You DARE touch ME xenos?!" he shouted, his vox amplifier casting it at full volume. He saw the blue xenos conjure some sort of bone. Immediately suspicious, Stern checked his armor's readings. Stern was surprised to see warp energy around the bone staff, and residual warp energy where he had been punched. So not only was it a xenos, but a warp sensitive xenos as well. There could be only one course of action now, as dictated both by the imperial creed and the codex astartes. Stern drew his Nemesis force halberd, and activated its power field with his own warp energy. His armor began to feed his body with adrenaline, and he readied himself into a combat stance. "Xenos filth!" he shouted at the blue dog creature. "I am brother-captain Arvann Stern of the Grey Knights, and my blade will be the last thing you ever see! Now face me coward!"

The Spider's Web, A crossover roleplay

Stern hadn't even received an answer from the strange, white clad heretech, when he heard someone else call, "Hey! Can one of you metal wearing shit stains tell us where the fuck we are?" Stern turned his head towards the noise to see to strange, short, horned xenos of a species he had never seen before wait expectantly for an answer. At the mere sight of them, his eyes narrowed beneath his helmet. They clearly had no idea what had happened, and neither did this strange man he had begun to interrogate. He turned back to the heretech, and said, "You got lucky this time, Heretech, but don't think I'm letting you go that easily." Turning back to the xenos, he raised his storm bolter and aimed it at them. Setting his vox amplifier to a more intimidating setting, he said "Alright, xenos filth, here is what is going to happen. You are going to help me find out where I am, how I got here, and how to get back where I was, and I'm going to consider not purging you in the name of the God-Emperor!"

The Day The Earth Fell

Holy shit, Exit, that is now my computer backround.

The Day The Earth Fell

I know that. However, I would like to engage in suspension of disbelief for the purposes of my character. It would be less cool and more gross if it was realistic.