Discord 40k

Discord stood on the bridge in deep thought. Usually when his ship passed through the warp in long transits Discord had to use his powers to help move the ship along the warp. This time however it seemed something was helping him along. In fact Discord could feel as if something was influencing the warp currents to get him to his destination post haste. ‘I have a bad feeling about this.’ Discord thought to himself.

He turned to his right side to see Lionus the former Guardsmen standing at the ready. To his left was Nightmare Moon or as she was currently a Sister of Battle named Nyx. “Does anyone know anything about this system?” She asked pushing away her hair out of her eyes.

“Not much the system has five planets three of which are inhabited the earliest imperial records shows the planet had dozens of Xenos ruins with the original Human inhabitants originally worshipping these long dead Xenos.” Discord gave a look of disgust on his Inquisitor's face at this, “Suffice to say the original inhabitants are either dead or have given the Emperor’s enlightenment.”

“Services the heretics right.” One of the helmsman said. The ship soon exited from the immaterium returning to Realspace arriving in the target system, Appearing on a holographic projection was the system scans showing as other Imperium vessels come in most likely to drop off the Imperial Guard that was being deployed before taking positions to bombard the Orks position on the third planet.

“I want a full sensor sweep of the system any updates are to be voxxed to me,” Discord ordered turning to Nyx and Lionus, “I need both of you to get your teams ready for deployment I’m going to have some words with the Planetary Governor.” With that Discord walked off the bridge as both Lionus and Nightmare Moon soon following suit.

Nyx stopped as she looked back at the holographic projection of the system and glared at the main planet. She had a vision about that world. Like Luna and Celestia she could get prophetic visions seeing glimpse into the future. She saw that world and a strange glowing vortex hanging over the system. ‘I should inform Discord about this next time I see him.’ She remained herself hoping to avoid whatever this was.

The sounds of battle slowed down as a las shot blow off the last Ork’s head and shoulders and even the arms right off.Umbra placed his lascannon down looking at the pails of bodies. “They will be back this was just a scouting party more will come.” Umbra turned to the owner of the voice.

When Umbra’s ship had entered the system he found out there was already Space Marines joining the fight. After two days of fighting raiding parties these Storm Ravens and his own “sons” have been fortifying there base on the systems second planet. “Let them come once we secure this base we will be able to strike them down.” Umbra exclaimed turning back into the fortifications. The local PDF that had survived along with members of the Imperial guard was helping fortified the base with the Storm Raven’s 4th, 2nd and half the 5th companies along with Umbra’s own 2nd and 1st companies.

“I hope that you are right Primarch.” For some of his battle Brothers seeing a Primarch even one that wasn’t there own was a huge moral boost. However as the battle started to go about the Storm Ravens got to see this “Shadow King” as he was called and found his name alone strange. He wasn’t one for stealth like he had expanded someone with that name but his apathy was something to be feared. He had heard some of the Marines talking about the battle they had before they came to this system.

“You think you could do better? If so I’m all ears.” He said almost snapping at him. Of course it was hard given his voice seemed to have deep and menacing as it’s default tone. In fact now that he thought about it all the marines with him had that same tone.

“Not at the moment.” Umbra just continued his walk not bothering with the Storm Raven anymore.

The Space Marine turned away to see one of the guards Sanctioned Psykers looking at him, “Be careful I do not trust the Primarch something is off about him.” He said looking at the Primarch with a mix of fear and anger.

“Off how?” The Marine asked.

“I can’t explain it but my senses tell me all is not well about him,” He said trying to explain the feeling of the Primarch. One of the Crystal Lords the name of the Primarch’s Space Marines walked up to the psyker.

“Perhaps it is you who are off how do we not know you been speaking to things you shouldn’t be?” The marine gave a glare under his helmet.

“Are you accusing me?” The psyker asked.

“Oh no I am just pointing out that you might be lying to us about your loyalties psyker.” The Marine explained holding his lascannon close at the ready, “Or maybe we will not speak of this ever again got it?” He said threatening him.

The psyker relented and moved away from the Crystal Lord. The Space Marine turned to him giving a glare under his helmet, “Best you forget about the madman's words for your own sake.” The Crystal Lord turned and walked away leaving the Storm Raven with his own suspicions on who Primarch Umbra really was.

The moon of Coxit II was very much a barren landscape. It was big compared to it’s world with a barely breathable atmosphere. Around the moon was lost Xenos ruins and abandoned Imperial posts originally used by the PDF to train there soldiers. Within the shadows of the moon a long unused Eldar Webway gate had been activated after thousands of years on being inert. A raiding party of Dark Eldar looked over as from the ruins of the word they could see the Imperium and the Orks fighting each other across the system.

“Hmm seems that information about this system being easy pickings was a lie after all.” One of the Eldar leading the party said.

“Yes it is,” Behind them the Webway Gate flared back to life as more Eldar flooded out from the vast Webway, “Look if it isn’t our Craftworld kin what brings you here Farseer?” The Dark Eldar asked in a mocking tone.

“Oh I thought it was obvious I’m here for a good time,” The tone wasn’t what he had expected. It was seductive and not mocking or threatening. No something was up. Something was off about the Eldar in front of him.

“Who are you!?” He demanded pointing his weapons at her.

“Oh no one but the last face you will ever see.” The Eldar behind her burst into flames revealing that the Eldar with her wasn’t Eldar but some kinda humanoid incest beings,

“Attack them!” He said firing his weapon at the “Farseer” In a flash she disappeared appearing a few feet to the side in a flash of flames her disguise was dropped revealing the “Farseer’s” true self Queen Chrysalis.

“Capture them we need them alive,” She commanded pulling out a Witchblade as the bugs rushed into battle.

Discord’s transport shuttle had finally landed on the capital city of the system. He had demanded to see the Planetary Governor which the guards seemed unwilling to. However after a glare showing his badge of office and threatening to send them to there deaths he was allowed entrance.

“What is the meaning of this interruption can’t you see I’m busy!” The Governor had the look of arrogance about him.For a moment Discord saw that annoying nephew of Celestia over him, “Guards get him out of here!”

“I think not.” Discord said holding up the Inquisitorial Rosette. The Governor’s tune seemed to change almost immediately t seeing the dreaded symbol of the Inquisition.

“Inquisitor I wasn’t expecting you my deepest apologies I-” Discord held has hand up at this he had heard this before. A smug and arrogant noble getting put in his place by someone beyond his power and influence would always kiss up to that person.

“Save it your words mean nothing to me but your actions on the other hand.” Discord pulled out one of his guns, “Question what were you thinking keeping Orks on your third planet?”

“It wasn’t my idea I swear my father was the one who let them stay they were feral we didn’t think they would become so organized.” Discord rolled his eyes at his panicking explanation. He wanted to berated him for his stupidity. What kinda leader just keeps a potential threat just laying around without the means to destroy it?

“You could have cost the God-Emperor a whole system in your incompetence if one more thing goes wrong I will execute you,” At that Discord’s spine shook rattled, and rolled within him. His senses picked up a huge change in the balance of reality. Discord pointed his gun and fired it taking off the Governors head, “Hate you too Murphy.”

His vox started to busy, “Sir *static* warp storm *static* around us *Static* we pulling *static* Discord looked out as a warp storm formed within the system.

“What’s going on?” A guard asked., “Who could have done this?”

The Spirit of Chaos had a good idea who had done this, ‘I hate you too Tzeentch.’

Within the warp Tzeentch was laughing maniacally as he watched events unfold before him. “Yes everything is Just as I had planned! Soon I’ll be rid of Discord and his little friends once and for all now then who to send against him?” Floating upside down the shapeshifting Warp god looked at all the potential champions he could send against him.

“Let’s see oh my he won’t do no not at all,” He started as he looked over potential Champion number one, “or maybe he would,” He debated amongst himself, “No no not at all.” He said to himself shape-shifting into a five headed bird hydra thing and discarded that idea.

Next to appear on his “cards” was Ahriman. Tzeentch tossed that idea almost immediately out as the fool had made a deal with Discord, “I should send someone at to eliminate him for that!” Tzeentch reminded himself. The sorcerer had failed in his third attempt at the Webway already anyway. “Nah I still have use for him.”

Tzeentch form changed again this time into a six tailed monster dog with huge bird wings. He had a smile as h e finally found the perfect Champion to take out Discord. True he was officially a Champion of Khorne but he wasn’t truly devoted to him. Because of this it wouldn’t mean much in the scheme of there rivalry to bring him back to serve him. Besides Tzeetnch was sure he could hide the fact from him after all it wouldn't be the first time he did something behind his back.  “Perfect we have a winner now then.” The Chaos god gathered up his energy as he resurrected him for his new mission.

“Listen to me succeed in killing the Inquisitor known as Dorcsid and I will reward you beyond your wildest dreams!” Tzeentch exclaimed.

On Coxit II the chaos Cultists had began a massive ritual which had summoned up the warp storm soon blocking the system out. Smaller portals opened up as Chaos Warbands and forces flooded out into the land awaiting for there new commander.

A new portal opened up as as A Chaos Lord walked out wearing a piece of Chaos-tainted Terminator Armour decorated with trophies. In hands hands was a daemon infused power sword screaming with the very creature imprisoned within it. And in his other hand was a Combi-Flamer mutated by the warp.

He took a deep breath having returned to the land of the living at the “benevolence” of a Chaos god. “It will be done.”

Araghast the Pillager lived once more.