Warhammer 40K: The Path to Ruin

I understand that there will be some confusion in some of the terminology used in this story. This is my first fanfiction EVER, so I apologize beforehand for any mistakes or confusion. Feel Free to Ask any question, and please comment. *some of the tags in the story is subject to change*

+Year: 41st Millennium+
+Location: Aboard the Chaos Murder-class cruiser: Dawnbreak of Eras,+
+Sector: Unknown+

The space around them rumbled with the explosions of different sub-levels being hit by the on-coming barrage. Alpha and his squad were thrown to the walls of the narrow corridor, but kept walking without undeterred . The Ultramarines' ship was in retreat and the Legionnaires are ordered to get to their boarding pods.

“Get me that battle cruiser, they can not be allowed to escape!” The captain’s voice shouted through the vox-speakers, even over the din of explosions and quakes. Hearing the captain’s proved only to motivate the squads further, quickening their pace to execute their orders.

“Hurry up, I don’t plan on letting those loyalist scum get away!” sergeant Grundar ordered.

The squad hit the wall once more as another explosion erupted within the starship. The vox-bead in his ear was filled with vox-chatter, but he managed to pick an important one.

'The battle cruiser “Vanguard of Ultramar” preparing for warp jump. All boarding squads to their pods at once!'

“Sir!” Alpha yelled.

“I heard, keep moving!” Sgt. Grundar ordered, quickening the pace. “We will spill their lesser blood in the name of Chaos and the Alpha Legion!”

“Khorne, give me strength…” Alpha growled to himself, eager to battle.

They reach the boarding pods, theirs was the only one left to launch. “Everyone inside.” he ordered, punching the keys in to open the pod.

Alpha was the first to enter the pod and set to secure himself in the throne, when another explosion hit. This one was much closer and it sent the whole squad off their feet. Alpha slammed to the back of his seat, the harness locked down, and the pod door slammed shut.

The explosion must have damaged the machine and causing the pod to malfunction. Which in turn caused the pod to explosively fire off with only Alpha in the pod staring at the monitor hanging above in vain at his squad as he traveled roughly through the void towards the battle cruiser.

Alpha stared at the monitor a moment before switching to another one. The Vanguard was already commencing warp jump, its bow already plunging into the chaotic energies of the broken space of reality. All around is a scene of battle, most of the loyalist attack craft are retreating back into the hangers of the Vanguard, while others were still engaged in the firefight or trying to shoot down the remaining boarding pods before they penetrate the ship’s hull and attack from within.

However, in his observation he realized that his situation is worse than he thought. The explosion had caused the ship to shift slightly out of place, so that when the boarding pod fired off, instead of heading towards the Vanguard, Alpha is blasting through the void straight into the entropy of the warp portal.

Alpha felt a long forgotten feeling, something that not even facing a Warhound Titan made him feel: Dread. The Warp is that of pure chaos itself. Ships, housing thousands, have been known to go through these portals and come out as millions-of-years old ghost ships, possibly housing whatever entities from the Warp that has consumed the crew, those were the lucky ones. Most of those ship were protected by layers of heavy armor plating, psychic-barriers, and a psychic navigator whom guides the ship through the storms of chaos.

With only the Dreadclaw and its meager hull in comparison, Alpha will be at the mercy of the Warp and the daemons that lie within.

As the massive warp portal looms in the monitors, Alpha could only silently curse his fate. This is not how he imagine he would go out. Cruel fate seems has decided that he will be torn apart by the Warp and its inhabitants. No glory, no favors from the Dark Gods, only fed to the daemons like a bone to hungry strays.

Even as he plunged into the portal, he steeled himself and kept his eyes on the monitors. However, when he was inside the Warp he did something he never thought he would ever do. He screamed.

Pain exploded throughout his body, he grit his teeth as best he could but it doesn’t help that his focus continued falters. The monitors sparked out and come back to life constantly. Multicolored souls shift past and around him and his armor and vital readings were going haywire but all he could feel was the Warp’s influence taking a toll on his body, and the screaming in his mind. Bones shifted, limbs changed, and the sound of metal of his armor creak as it too morphed under the effects of the Warp.

The Machine Spirit within the Dreadclaw continued to press on relentlessly, driving forward through the ethereal storms of the Warp. It didn't care for the daemons that clawed at its metallic skin or of the failing systems. The engines roared with increasing furiosity as did its raging spirit, tearing through the unreal space as though to wage war. It crash through daemons and impossible cities of the Warp alike. One unlucky daemonette had its head tore off, as one of the claws punch into the daemonette's throat before severing the head completely. The body went through a flow of exotic spasms before falling lifelessly and devoured by the energies of the Warp .

The Dreadclaw soon found itself facing another force. At first it was only a small amount of resistance, but it soon grew to a force that threaten to halt the pod. The Machine Spirit roared at the opposing force. It was meant to pierce the skies, and no force will prevent its purpose. The resistance refused to give up. They battled with one another unrelenting. The Dreadclaw pushed its engines, unheeding the warning alarms. Slowly but surely, the resistance begun to break, ripping the space within the Warp. Seizing the opportunity, it pushed the engines into overdrive. It soon found itself back in real space, and sailing towards an unknown planet.

Alpha opened his eyes, unaware that he blacked out at some point. He didn’t understand how he made it through, but after an eternity he did. The gravity shifted within the pod and shake violently. The systems no longer worked, and he almost forgot that he was making planet fall when the pod landed with a thunderous crash.

The smoking pod opened like a burning flower, the sea-green paint burnt black from the reentry, and the harness finally released its hold on him. Alpha fell to the floor, the pain draining everything from him. His power armor was damaged, and his visor readouts were faint, the suit struggling to regain proper function. Thankfully his armor wasn't out of power, or else he wouldn't be able to move at all. With what little fortune he had, he proceed to pick himself up only to notice the changes that the Warp has done to him.

His hands and feet were replaced with hoofs and his armor was morphed to suit the new body. With a hoof, He reached up to his helmet, and by the shape of the morphed helm it seems that he also gained a muzzle.

At his backside, Alpha saw that his paludron became his rear armor and from which an opening from the center of it sprouted a hairy black tail with a single large unkempt green stripe running the length of it.

Enough time was wasted taking in this new form, so he look at the area around him.

It was dark out, the full moon shining brightly in the night sky. A mass of trees surrounded him, and the sounds of chirping insects invaded his ears. The pod had left a large smoking ditch nearby, which had knocked down a few trees. He decided that it was time to scout the area to get his bearings.

However, as soon as he tried to move, he doubled over in pain, screaming. The screams of the Warp still lingered in his mind, threatening to kill him. The pain only continued to spread out to the rest of his body.

With nothing left to do, he proceed to crawl, not knowing where he was going. He just felt like he needed to get moving. He continued to crawl for a good amount of time before he reached a dirt road and finally collapsed in exhaustion, screaming stopped.

As his vision blurred out, the last thing he saw was something running towards him calling out.

“Sweet Celestia, are you alright?!”

What’s a Celestia? he thought to himself, before blacking out.