Ambience link of these section will be of the warp. all thanks to "Music of 40K" on youtube go give them the proper majority credit and enjoy the chapter. - end of author bloop

”Our thoughts light the Darkness that others may cross space.
We are one with the Emperor, our souls are joined in his will.
Praise the Emperor whose sacrifice is life as ours is death.
Hail his name the Master of Humanity.”
- The Credo of the Astronomican

The Kasrkin Cadian, with his eyes closed and body limp, heard the shrieks of warp abominations before all was dark, and he was submerged in what felt like an ocean. Just moments, all the warp surrounded him, engulfing his body in warpfire, and a wave of wrongness rippled across his very being.

Distantly throughout the realm of humans and demons, the screams of fear from men and women and children can be heard, making the Cadian Kasrkin's body froze up in cold sweat, followed by the cries of fearful agonizing horror. The sky roared as if in anger, with great storms raging for what felt like days on end. Change...was in the air. The laughter of thirsting gods grew more audible, and the Cadian Kasrkin's mind was full of terrible dreams, thoughts, memories, and omens. The end times grew nearer. A dark, harrowing future was coming with the feeling of something not right in the air. Deep down, a sense of wrongness permeated his heart.

The warp slithered its tendrils onto millions of worlds. A connection was made from one reality to another as they began to merge together as one. The sounds of humans suffered from daemonic possessions, their only saving grace being the utter weakness of the host, unable to handle the strain of such a horrific monstrosity literally tearing their soul apart, before the daemon would finally be sent back into the warp when it's mortal vessel came apart by the seams. The Cadian Kasrkin heard many horror stories and tales of the warp, the immaterial realm, from other veterans or officers, whether they were true or not.

Meanwhile, the Cadian Kasrkin felt his thoughts began to... desire the experiment of increasingly depraved and degenerate heretical practices in search of fulfillment. Horrid things were done and slowly, steadily corrupted with excess and gluttony. They became more twisted, more sadistic, and more callous. The Cadian Kasrkin felt something was wrong...but could not pinpoint exactly what felt wrong, twisted, and evil.

The presence of amalgamation of heretical thoughts began to increase as well. As if they were words spoken by madmen, doomsday prophets who harked at the ignorant masses to abandon the worship of the weak god-emperor and to follow the true Four. The warp pranced amongst his mind and soul.

‘Khorne would make you strong and powerful, to never feel helpless again. Nurgle would nurture you, to make you indomitable to pain and misery. Tzeentch would give you hope, to give you a chance for change. And Slaanesh would give you the wildest pleasures of the world you would ever experience, unbridled excess and gluttony.’

The slow, calming whispers filling the mind of the Cadian Kasrkin, the downtrodden, the abused, the abandoned thoughts echoed in his mind.

‘Why should he worship an uncaring being like the God-Emperor of man? Who was nothing more than a corpse at best and a useless, selfish being at worse? Why should he give him his love? His worship? his adoration?’

The Cadian Kasrkin let out a scream only to be silent as he gripped his ears with both hands. The whispers, the feelings, the thoughts in his mind driving him to feel enraged hatred, they speak lies, they are nothing but temptations and heresy only a traitor would dare believe, his memories of his training, the countless battles, and all the prayers he made having faith that the emperor was listening to his prayers was it for nothing? He did a mixture of instinctual fear and anger as his body soon held its guard up, bracing for anything gripping his ears tightly... but nothing came or happened. The whispering echoes ceased leaving only the Cadian to feel his nerves come and anxiety to dread his body with worry.

Even more worrying was how silent the gods have been followed with everything around his body. There was change in the air. They were about to be brought into a new age. The age of fire and brimstone, of death and misery coming sooner. Perhaps they were annihilated. Maybe they simply disappeared, as he let go of his ears and felt his body lower its guard returning to limp.

The Cadian Kasrkin felt like he was in the warp for millennium, aimlessly floating around, the cruel cackling of never born surrounding him like a predator stalking its prey. He quickly went to his holster, forming a tight grip on his laspistol, unholstering it, never once letting go, and he was sorely tempted to open fire, but he just knew that would do little more than amuse them. He often felt their hungry grasps, but he stubbornly kept his eyes closed, for if he were to open them, it would without a doubt lead him to insanity and ruin.

Eventually, however, he slowly began to feel something pulling him away. Perhaps sensing their prey would escape them, the warp fiends began to snarl as if trying to intimidate whatever it was trying to take him away to no avail. The snarls of the daemons began to die out as the Cadian Kasrkin was dragged across the immaterium as if sucked in by a powerful vortex.

“As much as I may love to see all this chaos being played and unfolded, it’s really not my forte, too brutalish, so I'll do you a favor in return you for something you do for me, later...human of the broken gate find me at the palace gardens you'll know when you find the statue of a draconequus.”

He heard the voice spoke in his mind as he got dragged away in the warp. What the hell was a draconequus, what was pulling him away so many thoughts yet he could only hear deafening shrieks of the warp as he was seemingly dragged from one end to another before he suddenly met with very solid ground.

You may now end the ambient effect video here and play some wild forest ambient effect, or not your call. - end of bloop

With a painful grunt, the Cadian Kasrkin back-planted on what felt like hard rock. Knowing that anything to do with the foul warp was likely to end in misery, the Cadian Kasrkin cautiously opened one of his eyes, expecting to see he had landed on a blasphemous hellscape with a daemon ready to skewer him. Instead, he saw only a green grass as far as the eye could see and a beautiful clear sky Cadia lacked even on days of silence, but it reminded him of the old paintings and stories told in the libraries of its founding.

It was too blue. Too...beautiful and not even a hint of the warps purple hue tendrils or dark smoke clouds. He looked around some more and found a severe lack of trenches, barbwire, and corpses, to his horror. There was no choking smog, no bloodied mud chock full of chemical waste or toxic or even craters of explosions from dropped warheads or artillery. Just green grass and trees that cast dark shadows of shade as far as the eye can see with the sounds of the tree's green leaves gently and quietly rustling and with... a melodic whistling chirping of different tones and patterns around him playing at random queues, squinting his eyes to see a feathered creature resting on a tree branch, realizing it was just a bird, a purple one but a bird with others that whistled its musical chirp.

The air was clean; the skies were a bright blue as the sun shined warmly through the dark shadow from the green treetops. It was horrible. The Cadian Kasrkin struggled to get up, finding himself painfully sore all over, but his training had him force those feelings away. He sat up shakily as if he had just awakened from long deep rest. He tried to recall what had happened but only remembered pulling the pin of a plasma grenade as demons charged him and being blinded by a bright flaming blast of light with extreme heat. His vision had mercifully blacked out before getting a glimpse of the horrors of the warp.

‘W-what is this planet...where am I and- What the fuck!’

He was surprised, cutting off his thoughts to see that his body was virtually unharmed, even his amputated left leg was restored with the blood, and makeshift bandages were restored with his uniform and armor, feeling scars over the bare right side of his face as if burnt now, just a leather feeling with the same on his gloved hands, as if it was never injured at all, just aching horribly. However, his gear still appeared to be battle-worn, with the new scars on his body. But like his training had taught him, he pushed those thoughts and feelings aside and stood up fully. His bones creaked, and he was almost sure he felt like his body was about to fall back down, training or no training he picked himself up leaned on a boulder. He patted himself down and did a quick checklist in his mind. He was surprised to see some equipment just sitting down. However, he frowned as he noted they were not his trusted Hellgun but a model, and the battery catch was instead the standard duo cable set, their was only a broken singular cable that was damaged as if the wires were ripped apart from whatever it was its power source, he was unfamiliar with. Lucky him, it still had a scope built in to it.

'Hellgun, though not mine and broken, check. laspistol, check. PowerPack, broken cabled but check. Three Charge packs, check. Two of three Frags, check. One of three Krak grenades, check dishonorably. Trench knife, check. "BORROWED" trench shovel from a kreigsmen, check. Helme-' He quickly looks around only to spot his helmet, and a few feet from where he stood before, he takes a wobbly step to his helmet, quickly picking up his Carapace helmet and seeing the mask with its respirator attached, but the orange visor cracked but still whole, he lets off a relieving sigh putting on his helmet and clips the strap along with the gas mask. 'Check.'

He moves his arms to take off his backpack power generator, unclipping the straps that hold items and personal effects, and performs a checklist of all that he has, reaching in to dig around and pull out to lay on the ground checking what his inventory holds. 'Rucksack, Toolkit, weather gear mess kit with canteen, week of rations, sleeping bag with a blanket, lamp-pack, groom kit, extra "borrowed" respirator cans, comm-bead and imperial infantryman's Primer. All check and accounted... mostly.'

The Cadian Kasrkin piled back everything in his backpack-power generator, clipping it shut, and stood up and began looking around his surroundings a little clearer, standing straight and holstering his laspistol. All around him was the sign of a relatively peaceful forest, or what he thinks is a forest anyhow, seeing the dark shade of its shadow cast blocking out the sun's majority of sunlight.

The Cadian Kasrkin glanced around before blinking as he saw a half-buried skeleton in the dirt, clad in rotting gear and covered in foliage. Shoveling the dirt away with his hands, the Cadian Kasrkin callously dug up the old corpse and roughly dragged it out, uncaring when only half of the corpse chose to do so. The legs have been missing from the body, possibly ripped or blasted off. He quickly scanned his surroundings for any signs of danger or what had killed this man. Nothing but the forest still around him. Gazing back down at the corpse, he shamelessly looted the body but glanced at his shackles around his wrists as a flash of memory shot through his mind and a sigh of disappointment was let out, he shocked his head, clasping both hands and bowing his head slightly, uttering "My apologize fallen one." before he continued to rubble throw the remains, picking through the pockets to find two empty powered laspacks and a spare bayonet trench knife. But what caught his eyes was the power sword; though rusted beyond the time, it was held firm in the skeletal corpse's grip.

Most certainly expired, but viable ration packs were still found and pocketed, and the Cadian Kasrkin almost tore a piece of parchment in two as he rummaged through the corpse's webbing seeing a wax seal stamped, holding it in his hands gently and moving it closer to see it reveal the seal of...the Inquisition. Unraveling it carefully, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the contents. An order...from the Inquisition itself, it was a real signed inquisition mark! Perhaps this corpse was a different guardsman, the elite guardsmen or even a inquisitor. He certainly had equipment, but his uniform being only an off-putting with a skull-shaped broken gas mask and a thick heavy trench coat, though ruined by the ravages of time. He very nearly frowned when he saw the date, however. Certainly a few centuries late, one can never be too sure when it involves the warp. This guardsman had a strange name as it was named a only a long set of numbers ended with the name of "Hanz Ludwig," from...Krieg? but what was a kriegsmen doing here and dead? looking back at the parchment apparently his job was to scout the planet for the glory of the Imperium. A job that ended with his demise, it seems.

'But what killed such a guardsmen? Perhaps these "ponies" are the enemy? Kreigsmen Hanz seems to think they are trustworthy...xenos however.' wondered the Cadian Kasrkin before standing up. 'What is this "magic of friendship" he spoke of?'

So many questions in his mind, yet the most essential thing only to fill his thoughts, in many cases, the Standard guardsmen doctrine for all guardsmen after a total decimation was to find the highest-ranking officer for new orders and preferably introduction into a regiment. With the lack of any officers around, the Kasrkin Cadian felt...free to do what he decided, being far from the war but a wave of uneasy emotions. He was in an unfamiliar environment, possibly filled with hostiles. Without any clear orders, he was lost in what to do. Rummaging through Hanz's corpse some more, he tried to get clues. From the mixture of reports he found, the expedition was a small one, with this world being a relatively civilized world discovered out in the edges of the Emperor's divine astronomican. It was classified as a feudal world, and despite the heavy presence of xeno populations and filthy mutants, beasts, and alien creatures on it, quite a verdant paradise, whatever that meant. With only the Inquisitor and his retinue, they had scouted a significant portion of the planet for Emperor and Imperium.

However, there was no mention of where this Inquisitor had gone, nor where the rest of his retinue was. Just a name. "ponyville." Was that a city or a village? Regardless, it was a start, and the Cadian Kasrkin folded up the reports and stored them in his webbings. He looted the rest of the corpse, finding a worn journal that had seen better days and a few matches. Shouldering his broken Hellgun, if he needed to fire it quickly or pretend to make a threat at least, he stood up and marched forward but stopped looking back at the corpses staring intently, staring at the rusted old power sword and sighing heavily before turning back to the corpse. Picking up the old blade and tightening his grip on it as he held it up high, though rusted, the imprints on the blade were still visible. The sword looked beautifully crafted. He slowly turns it aiming the blade down to the dirt and stabs the blade above the skeleton letting go of its handle and clasping his hands together as he remains silent for a moment. He then bowed his head, looking at both sword and skeleton.

"Rest fallen soldier, you served your propose honorably, but now I, though tainted in sin and criminal acts, but I a true born and son of Cadia Prime, shall continue your work, let the God-Emperor and holy terra's star shine your path and welcome you in peace soldier, for only in death does duty ends."

He placed both of his hands, crossing his thumbs together to form a shape of the Aquila as a form of solute, before dropping both of his hands to his sides and about-faces in place, he marched forward with intent on re-establishing contact with the local Administratum failing that, anyone loyal to the Imperium. Hanz's mission may have ended with his death, but the Cadian Kasrkin would carry it out for him in the meantime. Orders were orders, no matter where they came from...there's a rather alarming lack of deadly fauna and flora trying to maim him. What a strange forest. He was in an unknown environment, possibly chaos tainted after his exposure to the warp. He must find imperial territory authorities immediately and establish contact for orders. Standing at attention, he began marching forward in one direction with iron resolve, determined to re-establish connection with military commanders for further orders.

“...Girls, I am sure that there is an explanation for everything Zecora does,” Twilight said to the other six mares huddled together in the dark room with her. She and her five friends, along with Applebloom and Spike sat in the unlit kitchen of Sugarcube corner, trying to avoid drawing the attention of the strange zebra in the town square, much like everyone else in the area. “And if anypony here was actually brave enough to-”

Suddenly, Applebloom chimed in “Hey! Looks like there’s somepony else out there now!”

“What!?” They all said in unison as they rushed over to the window where Applebloom was peeking out, Applejack piping up “Now who in tarnation would be brave enough to-”

The girls and spike joined her in her drawn breath as they saw the large, tall giant bipedal figure approaching Zecora. It appeared to be wearing armor and clothing over most of its body. Most of its body was covered by dirty mud and red smeared scraped metallic olive green metal, with a khaki light brown shirt under its green armor looked to have seen better days with some areas having torn holes in it. The sleeves went over its forelimbs' ends and obscured them with black gloves. Its bottom half was covered by armor, and its khaki pants with lots of weird dark brown tiny saddlebags. One seemed to be carrying something big in it and a set of somewhat clunky-looking brown muddy boots. No hair could be seen on it. It had a green helmet or hat with a flat face, almost looking like a grey metal mask with barely any notable features, topped with an orange color visor. Over its shoulders, there was some sort of saddlebag of a dark-brown color pack clunky as if it was unorganized with a metal box under it that dragged two long broken cables with a strange long metal stick and another broken cable hanging from it as it held on to the strap off of it.

“What in the world is that?” Rainbow Dash said, being the first to resume speaking. “Looks like some kind of big metal monkey.”

“I ain’t ever seen a monkey let alone a metal one like that before.” Applejack responded as she squinted her eyes trying to get a better look before turning to Fluttershy “What about you, shy, you ever seen anything like it?”

“No...but I think Rainbow Dash might be right, it does look like a primate…” she said softly as she tilted her head slightly in thought.

“Whatever it is, are you seeing its outfit?” Rarity cut in suddenly “I mean, the color is nice shade of tan brown but the olive green combination and the dirt with whatever that red smears are is absolutely atrocious!”

“Oh! Oh oh! What if it’s one of Zecora’s minions!” Pinkie said dramatically, waving her hooves over her head as she did so. “I bet it’s telling her that it finished some sort of dastardly scheme!”

“It doesn’t look like It’s telling her anything, Pinkie.” Twilight said softly as she took a notepad from the countertop and took notes of what she was seeing, even including a small rudimentary sketch as a pencil moved across the paper in an arcane blur. “If anything, it looks to be some sort of warrior but judging by its behavior, it's confused but prepared for something. It might be lost. Let's just see what it does…”

Author's Note

And here comes the start of an alien-human meeting the xeno ponies; I wonder what happens next?

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