Fallout Equestria: Wasteland Deathwatch
Life is the Emperor's Currency
“Life is the Emperor’s Currency, Spend it Well.”
-Imperial Thought of the Day
043.M42
On the Surface of Forge World Ordana
The Chamber Militant of the Ordo Xenos, known as the Deathwatch,were engaged in a bitter stalemate with the Ork WAAGH! of Warboss Gorgunk Da ‘Bonebreaka. Originally sent to the planet to investigate reports of a Dark Eldar attack, they found themselves face to face with a green tide of proportions not seen since the Wars of Armageddon.
Captain Michael Octavian, originally from the Blood Angels Space Marine Chapter, Tore the head off a charging Nob with his mastercrafted Chainsword.
“By the Emperor! Where are those reinforcements?!” He called out over the VOX.
ducking under the axe of an ork, he rammed his knee into the gut of the unfortunate Choppa Boy, and stabbed his chainsword into the vile ork’s back, Coating his black Power Armour with even more blood and flesh. An foolhardy ork opened fire on him, but was torn down by the bolts of his battle-brothers, the ork’s rounds never getting into his flesh. After the last ork was cut down in the name of the Emperor, Michael received a transmission over VOX.
“This is High Inquisitor Gerard Barano of the Ordo Xenos, All Deathwatch kill teams are to regroup at Manafacturium Noctis. We have reports of a massive group of heretics incoming on your positions. You will be meeting with the Grey Knights of the Ordo Malleus and will assist them in slaying the cultists.”
To say that Captain Octavian was surprised at this news was an understatement. First Dark Eldar, then Greenskins, and now the Forces of Chaos? This day just kept getting better and better.
“We shall go there in the Emperor’s name!” replied the Captain. The orks around his squad were all dead, so he was prepared to move to face the next wave of foolish enemies and crush them with the Fury of the God-Emperor. Chaos or Xenos, Captain Octavian cared not who he fought.
“Brothers! Let us go forth to victory! Chaos now rears its ugly head, let us cleave it from its shoulders! FOR THE EMPEROR!” Michael roared. The remaining members of the squad rushed towards the massive factory, smoke rising from its mighty walls, eager to spill blood for the Imperium.
A blast of Warp Energy stayed their feet, and the twisted form of a Sorcerer bound to Tzeentch, the Chaos Lord of Change appeared before them.
“You fools will fall before the might of Chaos! Your False Emperor will be destroyed, and you shall join him in death!” Sneered the Cultist.
“Vile heretic! It is you that shall die on this day!” Retorted Captain Octavian. “NOW FACE THE WRATH OF THE GOD EMPEROR AND SANGUINUS!”
He charged the Sorcerer, his chainsword hungering for the blood of heresy. A blast of Warp lightning hit Michael, but he was unfazed by the attack. He swung the sword, and the sorcerer countered with his corrupted stave. Octavian swung yet again for the flesh of the vile fiend, and his blade tasted blood yet again that day, the chain tearing away at the fool’s flesh.
“DIE CHAOS SCUM!” Michael bellowed. He pulled the blade away from the bleeding cultist, and prepared to deal the final blow.
“CHAOS JUDGES YOU UNWORTHY LAPDOG! BE CONSUMED BY THE WARP!” With those words, the sorcerer fell down, and a massive warp tear was thrust into the materium. Michael tried to escape the pull of the vile warp energy, but was unsuccessful in escaping it’s grasp. He was taken by the warp, and the daemonic portal closed...
Captain Michael Octavian, Battle brother of the Blood Angels and warrior of the Deathwatch, was lost to the Imperium that day, but his story is not over yet. He will soon wake up in a world nearly dead due to the wars of Xenos......
Fallout Equestria: Wasteland Deathwatch
Psykers are Always Bad News
Wasteland or Warp?
"An open mind is like a fortress with its gates unbarred and unguarded."
-Imperial Thought of the Day
Year 1277 AB (After Banishment)
Outside New Appaloosa, Equestrian Wasteland
He felt life flow in his body.
With a groan, Captain Michael Octavian stirred. He opened his eyes, and was greeted with the sight of dead plains all around him. He was shocked, and tried to remember what happened on Ordana.
“I remember just finishing off a group of orks. Inquisitor Lord Barano just gave a reassignment to help Grey Knights at Manafacturium Noctis, and my squad and I were ambushed by a Chaos Sorcerer. But he threw me into the Warp as last minute revenge...”
He got to his feet, begun to check his armor and weapons for damage. Octavian begun to notice something strange. His armor’s sensors picked up a unknown type of radiation.
“ Hmmmm. How odd. Never detected that before, this is a strange place. Then again, this is the Warp...”
The captain was not 100 percent sure though. The dead lands certainly didn't feel like the realm of Chaos, but he still wasn't taking any chances. he stretched his muscles, and checked the ammo of his bolt pistol.
“Got plenty, for now. It’s a good thing I didn't use it all that much against those Greenskins. Emperor, grant me strength to face the horrors that may be dwelling in this place.”
His motion sensors suddenly picked up potential targets.
“Well, it’s about time.”
He prepared himself to face a group of daemons, but instead a group of what appeared to be equines of some kind came towards him, hooting and hollering like a mad group of Khornate Cultists.
“FOR THE EMPEROR!” Roared Michael, and the small horses-no-ponies staggered at what they saw. A colossus of pitch black flesh, with a silver arm, covered in blood of its victims.
A shot rang out, and one of the ponies’ entire chest cavity exploded, in a cloud of blood and torn flesh. The raiders were terrified, the strange beast’s pistol hit like a rocket launcher. With a leap, the massive behemoth landed into the thick of the cowering bandits, and begun to tear them limb from limb with what appeared to be a giant ripper.
The raider boss, a large buck named Shoot ‘n Stab, was literally pissing himself. A giant alien was cutting his hardened gang down as if they were little foals.
“Fuck you!” He yelled, and turned tail to run. A loud bang, and the most pain Shoot ever felt coursed up his spine. He looked behind him, and both of his legs were pulp. He was crying like a little colt, knowing that death was upon him.
A massive hand grabbed his throat, and he heard the beast say something that horrified the psychotic raider.
“Time to die Xenos Scum!” A tugging sensation, and a tearing sound were the last things that Shoot ‘n Stab ever knew......
2 hours later
Captain Michael Octavian was walking down an battered road, wondering what happened to the planet he was on.
His armor’s systems then picked up a radio signal.
“Strange, it’s like an ancient radio station of Holy Terra.”
Michael didn’t know much about ancient technology. But he learned of radios from an old recording he found. ( He of course gave it to The Adeptus Mechanicus after listening to it)
The Captain tuned in to the signal, and was shocked to hear a male voice speaking in Low Gothic.
Good Evening Wasteland! This is your good friend and bearer of news, DJ-Pon-3!
Michael snickered at this. “What a stupid name.” He thought.
“I have reports of an alien traveling from the plains near New Appaloosa. Apparently the alien tore apart a notorious raider gang causing Hell for travelers in the area.”
“He knows of me already?!” Michael was shocked at this. “Perhaps I should meet this Xenos.”
The very thought sickened him, but if he wanted information, he would have to deal with it.
“So remember folks, if you are traveling near New Appaloosa, be on the lookout for the “Black Death.” And please, for your safety, do not attack it. This is DJ-Pon-3, your friend, signing off. And now, some music...”
“Black Death huh?” Said Michael, turning off the signal. “ A fitting name.”
“ I should find a place to rest, I haven’t slept in some time.”
Just because he was a genetically modified super-soldier didn’t mean he doesn’t have to sleep sometimes.
Some time went by, and he soon found himself walking towards what appeared to be the ruins of an old town.
“This architecture is just like Mankind’s. How Odd.” Captain Octavian walking towards one of the dilapidated homes, and went to open the door.
“If you’re here to kill me, you're gonna have a hard time!” Said a female’s voice from inside the house.
Michael went for his chainsword, but he stayed his hand. “Perhaps this female Xenos could help get the information I desire.”
“I will not harm you, Xenos. I wish to find a place to sleep and some information. Nothing more.” Michael felt sick. If you told him not to harm a Xenos before, you would have lost your head for being a heretic.
The door opened, and the pink and green maned head of a cream-colored unicorn popped out carefully, a gun caught in what appeared to be a psychic field.
“Just a precaution.” Said the mare. “Nothing more.”
“Who, and what I should say, are ya?” asked the pony. Michael reached his hands to his pistol and to his helmet, and with a hiss, took off the helmet. The pistol was pointed at the Xenos. His skin was a pale white, with close-cropped blond hair, and face had an almost ape-like appearance.
“Just a precaution.” He said, repeating the Xenos’ words. “Nothing more. And I could ask you the same.”
The pony looked at him strangely. “ I’m a pony, but ya wouldn’t know that, would you? mah name is Lily by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Lily.” Michael was struggling against his training to blast the Xenos’ head off and forget it, but he remained calm, keeping his goal in mind. Lily lifted her hoof, but Michael balked at this.
“It’s called a hoofshake stranger. Ya have something similar, right?” Lily inquired.
“Just like a handshake then, huh?” the Space Marine asked. Lily nodded, and Michael took her hoof in his massive gauntlet and shook politely.
“Can I get your name then, or are ya gonna be a stranger forever? and please, If yer gonna come in please do it quick, this place ain't all that safe.” asked the small equine.
Michael smiled at this. And walked into the old house. There was a tattered chair of some kind in the front, what appeared to be a primitive kitchen in the back, and several other ruined rooms. Captain Octavian sat in the living room and proceeded to the female Xenos his name.
“ I am Captain Michael Octavian, battle-brother of the Blood Angels Space Marine Chapter, and member of the Imperium’s Deathwatch.” He said with pride.
“Ya must really like your job then.” said Lily. “Otherwise ya wouldn't of said what ya were like that. Anyway it’s nice to meetcha, Captain.” She curtsied respectfully. The cream-coated pony walked to the stairs.
“Well, anyway, it’s getting late. I want to sleep, and ya look like ya haven’t slept in years.
Yer welcome to sleep wherever, and don’t worry about me tryin’ to kill ya.”
“That’s good. Because you wouldn't last a second against me, Xenos.” Michael replied.
“Have a good night then, Lily.”
Lily chuckled at that. Knowing how soldier types were.
“G’night, Cap’n.” She replied. She walked up the stairs, into one of the rooms on the top floor.
“What a strange Xenos. She seems so kind. Probably gonna get stabbed in the back tonight, so I better be weary.” Michael thought. He sat down in the old house’s living room, and sleep took him.
Level up! You are now level 51!
SPECIAL
Strength=11 (You are a Super soldier after all)
Perception=9
Endurance=10
Charisma=4
Intelligence= 10
Agility=10
Luck=7
New Perk!
'Suffer Not The Alien to Live': You do 25% additional damage to all enemies and have an increased Critical Strike chance of 50%! FOR THE EMPEROR!
