Chronicles of the Justicar Act II Part VI
#12 of Chronicles of the Justicar
Necron402: aha! It is done!
Justicar: Took your sweet time you did
Necron402: Hey its done ain't it? Now stop your complaining
Justicar: Just remind me that 1 week=2 months in your world
[Planet; Chru'ach, year 3,586, Tuesday May 26th, 6:37 PM. Grand Mausoleum]
Liken was shoved aside from the patrolling Khaotic legionnaire, the elite warrior chuckled as he continued along his patrol and knocking down anther staff personal that happened to cross his path.
Moloch glared angrily at the legionnaire. "Arrogant bastards, they think just because their bloodline was chosen to be in that one selected house that they could walk over anyone they want."
"Why are they here anyway?" Liked asked as she joined Moloch's side.
"What, you don't know?" responded the Darkspawn as he straightened out his bulky environment suit in hopes to get at the itch bothering him
"Am I suppose to?" she laughed helping her shorter friend shift his green armour around.
"Thanks, the reason why they are here is because of the human fleet just a few light years away from the planet, Azaeal warships have already engaged them. Or so I've heard" he answered.
The Valgary let go of the armored environment suit. "Humans are here? As in VALOR humans?"
"No Liken, the 'other' humans were at war with. What in the four avatars do you think?!" he laughed.
Liken looked out the nearby window and starred up at the sickly green atmosphere of Chru'ach. "Do you know how strong of a force?" she asked
Moloch scratched his head. "Well for lord Azaeal to send an entire legion here, it makes it clearly that the humans brought a massive invasion force. "He answered.
She looked out the window once more knowing there was a good chance Zhakaev was onboard one of the human star cruisers...and the Justicar as well.
[UNSF VALOR Destroyer-class Cruiser. War and Peace, year 3,586, Friday May 28th, 6:40 PM.]
The hull of the human cruiser groaned and buckled as the adjacent Azaeal Warship traded fire power, Khaos energy torpedoes streaked across the black reaches of space leaving a small trail of visible radiation showing were it once was. The warheads made their target successfully each time until the human cruiser seem to give up the will to fight when its central reactor began to shunt down from the overheating caused by the impacts. In silence the twin massive engines sputtered out along with most of the ammunition used up by the auto turret grid.
Like a swarm of angry locusts, Azaeal boarding crafts began making there way over to the now disabled VALOR battle ship. The few operational ship-to-ship turrets focused their already dwindling ammunition on the approaching boarding crafts.
High calibre rounds deflected harmlessly off the protective energy shields on the Azaeal boarding crafts, War and Peace's turrets continued in their futile effort in at least damaging the on coming ships before they were snuffed out completely by Azaeal escort fighters. Explosions detonated all across the VALOR Destroyer Cruiser, each of the small turrets began sharing the same fate as each other from the one man fighters.
"Attention all security personal, boarders have breached the command ship. Repeat, boarders have breached the command ship. All security personal respond." beeped the Ship's A.I in its monotone voice at the very obvious situation that everyone was aware of .
UNSF VALOR marines stood with rifles ready aimed at the airlock where boarding crafts were docking with. The sound of forced docking clamps and heavy machinery echoed though out the many corridors of the cruiser until one loud signifying click announcing that the drop ships were completely attached to the hull of the star cruiser.
The brave men and women of the UNSF continued watching the dormant air locks ignorant of what the House of Azaeal was capable of unleashing, some checked their ammo counter, others focused solely on the air locked assigned to them.
The sound of a Khaos plasma cannon made it's signature sound as it powered up, the crackling energy whined to life before being discharged onto the human made airlock door.
In a brief second the reinforced airlock bulk head melted away like an ice-cream cone in afternoon of a hot summer day. The Khaos borders were greeted by a relentless hail of bullet fire from the human defenders, only to be merely deflected off harmlessly by the Azaeal legionnaire's person shield generators.
The energy shields flared a deep red when ever the human' ammunition made contact against equally advance body armour. Khaos plasma rifles flashed with returning firepower, the nearest marine near the airlock was hit several times in the chest from the Darkspawns, sending his battered body to the metal floor of the star ship.
The VALOR marines began to fall back from the air lock as more legionaries stepped through the boarding craft with only the human's casualties inflating. One of the fleeing marines fell to the ground when a Khaos projectile struck the power core contained in the back of the suit, shutting down the entire armour in the process.
The legionnaire grinned as he walked slowly towards his wounded prey and reloaded his energy rifle. In an effort to brace for the death the marine closed his eyes when he heard the snapping of bone and cartilage, he opened his eyes when he realized at the obvious fact he wasn't dead yet and awed upwards.
A sliver blade had impaled the elite Darkspawn straight through the visor of its mow hawk bladed helmet, the figure wedged his blade free from the alien's helmet. Thick purple blood spattered onto the walls sending the now dead attacker to the ground in a bloodied heap as the alien's helmet began to fill with his own brain matter.
"That's gotta hurt" said the Justicar bluntly
The other legionaries readied their rifles against the silver armoured warrior.
"Kill the devil! For the High lord!" yelled a legionnaire in his alien tongue.
The Justicar dodged the Khaos projectiles like a man doing the limbo under a very low beam. The rounds sailed past Arjun's midsection and the silver warrior quickly stood back up straight into a battle ready pose.
Azaeal Legionnaires charged towards the Justicar who in returned ran towards them as well. The Justicar flipped over the first legionnaire, his feet landed on the ground firmly where he grabbed the taller Darkspawn behind him and used the alien as a meat shield against the other legionnaire's attacks.
Arjun threw the cadaver to the ground in order to bring up his own sword against the remaining Darkspawns. A small red laser emitted from the side of the Justicar's helmet painted a target onto the central legionnaire the group was formed around, in one quick motion Arjun Fiaz threw his blade from his hand sending the sword sailing through the air in a wide arc.
The elegant silver blade easily dispatched the legionaries as the blade severed the Darkspawn's heads clean off their shoulders and returned back to the Justicar's open outreached palm.
Arjun twirled his sword in his hand before attaching his blade onto his back with a satisfying beep confirming it was held in place.
"Thank god you arrived, sir! These Azaeal legionnaires... are to much for us to handle, were going to help secure the other... air locks." said the out of breath sergeant
The Justicar didn't answer instead he focused on the melted doorway and the entrance of the Khaos drop ship still docked with War and Peace.
"Sir? Aren't you coming?" asked the marine as the few remaining marines from his squad waited impenitently as they heard exchanging rounds from both human and darkspawn alike.
"Shut up a moment and let me think" said the Justicar rather harshly as he pondered a use for the unmanned carrier.
The sergeant turned around and nodded to his team; they quickly headed off towards the sound of battle. He waited for as long as he could before he took off as well to rejoin his own squad, not waiting for the exalted hero to order him to do so.
Arjun Fiaz stepped over the mangled bodies of the slain zealots and made his way slowly into the Azaeal boarding craft's interior, the overused red and white colors used by the Azaeal cult was even more appearent inside, red lighting, white floor and a mix of different shades for both the cockpit and holding area.
"All right, lets see what button makes this thing go..." asked the Justicar to himself as he fiddled with the alien controls.
With out any educated guess the silver knight pressed the closest glowing button next to what he assumed was the controls.
A loud bang caused Arjun turned around to see he had closed the door of the drop ship.
"Ok, I'm on a roll, now lets turn on the engine..." he prayed hoping the next button would be a success.
Instead of what he wanted, some sort of Khaos view screen appeared in front of the pilot's chair. The two way digital monitor showed a bored Azaeal Legionaire drinking some sort of green liquid, it took a while before the Darkspawn saw who was on the other side and choked on his drink.
"Wrong button, wrong button!" panicked the Justicar as he now picked any button at random.
He pressed anther button that he thought looked very important with several alien letters inscribed onto it's surface, docking clamps began to release themselves with red X's lighting up around the pilot's computer.
"That can't be good." he muttered.
The Azaeal drop ship unhinged it's self from the hull of the VALOR cruiser and slowly but surely started to make it's way back to the Azaeal Warship. Arjun turned his view back to the two way monitor too see the legionaire typing away and accessing icons on his computer through touching, the Justicar backed away from the consul to see it was the Darkspawn on the other side bringing the drop ship he was in back to the Warship.
Arjun looked out the main port of the carrier to find the red, white and gold starship was slowly getting bigger as he moved closer. He drew his sliver long sword off of his back and pointed the business end of his weapon at the two way monitor, the Darkspawn looked up at the Justicar to see the human had flipped him the bird before destroying the monitor with his sword.
"Just me and a starship full of waiting legionaries..." the Justicar stated as he shifted his left shoulder paldron slightly "There going to need more Darkspawns"
[Planet; Sigma 9, year 3,586, Friday May 28th, 9:45 PM. Supreme Demonic Cathedral of Lord Khaos. Western wing, Grand Sacrificial Circle]
Grandmaster Warlock Lord, Malaga Darkrune tiredly watched anther of the captured rebel prisoner be sacrificed to help destroy the spell that kept Lord Khaos in the shattered realm, but instead of the blackened portal on the ground returning back to it's regular color of purple with highlighted green glyphs, the swirling vortex became pitch black hole.
This caused the elderly spell weaver to get off of his throne overlooking the entire ceremony, his templar body guards brought his staff and offered to help their master down the flights of staris but he shrugged off his aids and made his way down to the portal himself.
"Stop the sacrifices! Hold it! What in the four avatars in this!?" Malaga yelled in anger
Legionarie security guards looked around too see if maybe one of the prisoners could have sabotaged the ceremony even if the possibility was near impossible while the more exalted shadowmancers that did the ceremony themselves scratched their heads in disbelief knowing they did nothing wrong in reading the tome written by the Grandmaster himself.
"Do I... have to repeat my self yet again.. on the importance of this process you... shadowmancers!" said Malaga as he began to run out of breath as he came to the last set of stairs.
"Oh come... now, Darkrune, they... are your... handpicked alpha males from the finest clans in your... very own... House, they ...won't make a young mistake as too... mispronounce... or... not read a word..." argued Baphomet in their defence.
Malaga leaned onto his cane to get his breath back. "Even so! I read the summoning text inside and out! I wrote the damn thing!"
The avatar sighed to herself and shrug her head at the ranting warlock lord. Before resuming conversation Baphomet coughed up anther ball of the same clay like substance she was made up of.
"You have been at this ever since Lord Khaos has been locked away and I can't count on one hand on how many times you slept, your overworked and need rest. Shadow master Xoro'tanth is more than ready to fill in for you, for the time being of course."
The avatar nodded to a very extravagantly dressed shadowmancer and the Darkspawn ordered his men to resume the summoning.
"You go to your chambers and I will join you in a moment...' she cooed
Malaga nodded. "I guess you right." he agreed, watching the blob Baphomet spat out now had rejoined her.
Shadow master Xoro'tanth waited quietly as Malaga made his way off the summoning area, he then walked up to the avatar of lust, he pulled back his hood revealing his bald head and a metal plate covering the complete top half of his pale white skull.
"My queen, Lord Anarchy wishes an update on our progress of the summoing" he stated, his long yellow and black teeth that jetted from his mouth formed a savage grin.
Baphomet nodded. "see to it that none of your students are blind to what they are really turning the portal into, Xoro'tanth."
The Darkspawn with his grin still smeared across his paled head drew his cloak back over his head. "But of course..."
[Forces of Khaos, Azaeal Warship. Burning Hate, year 3,586, Friday May 28th, 6:50 PM.]
Entire squads took up defensive postions around the drop ship that the infamous Justicar was stowed away upon, automated defence turrets complete with targeting sensors scanned the exit of the drop ship waiting for the human to pop his head open, but Arjun didn't use the door.
In a ear piecing crash the Justicar exploded out of the cockpit window with his long blade wielded in his left hand, he landed upon an unprepared legionaire, his sword now driven through the alien's armor.
"Open fire! Open fire!" yelled a legionaire in horror as the knight continued heaving his way through his comrads.
The Justicar ducked from an enraged Darkspawn with a crude weapon it carried in its right claw, he grabbed the alien's mid section and shifted the live legionaire to his left where a barrage of plasma was absorbed by the meatsheild, the energy sheild gave away and the bloodied mass of a corpse was tossed aside.
Legionaires continued their fruitless attempts to bring the silver armored human down, plasma fire was either avoided, defelcted harmlessly off the adanvance armor or was asorbed by the living shields the Justicar took regulary.
"Get out of the way!" a Darkspawn ordered
Legionaires stopped firing and immediately headed for cover as the yelling legionaire loaded his plasma cannon, a weapon designed to rip apart any VALOR armored support.
A large ball of super heated plasma was fired hitting the Justicar directly in the chest, the energy washed over him sending Arjun straight into the wall from the force of impact.
The laughing legionaire prepared for anther round only to be stopped when the Justicar's sword was thrown from the rubble straight into the abdomen of the alien, Arjun rose to his feet and cracked his neck.
"Darkspawns, prepare to kiss your asses goodbye" said the now very angered Justicar
[Planet; Sigma 9, year 3,586, Friday May 28th, 10:00 PM. Supreme Demonic Cathedral of Lord Khaos. Central Compound, Baphomet's quaters]
Baphomet casually made her way past the legions of guards in the Central Compound to get to her quarters, a long commute from the ceremony but was worth the trip to avoid hearing the screams and pleads of the prisoners, it was getting annoying.
A single circular room was her bedroom, a single lamp lit the entire area creating the numerous shadows across the area making it a bit hard too see for the avatar but was the only way for Lord Anarchy to exsist there.
One of the shadows flickered on its own, the odd shadow came to life from the wall with its glowing red eyes fixated onto the avatar.
"Status Baphomet! I am tired of waiting!" the phantom demanded.
"Don't take that tone with me, Anarchy!"
Lord Anarchy dismissed Baphomet's words into treat her like an equal, the phantom asked again.
"Status! The grandfather demands progress!"
Baphomet sighed knowing Anarchy will not say please.
"It is going just as you wanted, milord. Xoro'tanth is keeping the other summoners blind to what they are doing." she reported
"And what of the old man?" Anarchy asked
"Easy to keep his mind occupied on other things, he had concerns of course but by the time he catches on it will be much too late."
The phantom laughed, or what Baphomet assumed was laughter.
"Excellent work, the grandfather will be most pleased, and what about the rebels and their human allies I am overhearing about?"
"Little more than gnats in our plan, infact they are advancing it in our favor, soon they will regroup with Carpender, thinking I am blind to his actions and his rebel friends before coming here to stop the summoning of Lord Khaos...but they will find something much, worse."
The two cackled together until a knock came on her bedroom door, she turned to open it and when she looked back to make sure Anarchy was gone, he was already was long gone with the lamp burned out as well.
[Forces of Khaos, Azaeal Warship. Burning Hate, Bridge year 3,586, Friday May 28th, 11:10 PM.]
The Justicar kicked a legionnaire's body off of his blade before sheathing it onto his powerful back magnets. The bridge was simply massive, computers as far as the eye can see each with their own unqiue design and function.
Arjun strolled up to the largest of the computers in which he assumed was the navigation, the Justicar pointed the nose of the Warship towards anther Azaeal flag ship that was engaging several VALOR light crusiers. With a push of a handle the Justicar accelerated the Warship away from War and Peace towards the other Khaos ship.
"Now to make sure nobody can undue my soon to be perfect boom."
Arjun slammed his fist into the terminal and pulled as many wires as he could from the montior to make it competly useless, warning flares appeared all around the Justicar showing a collsion was unavoidable.
With a swing of his sword, Arjun cut open the side of the ship's hull and was sucked out into space, along with anything else that wasn't bolted down. He floated back towards the damaged human crusier he left as the unmanned Azeal Warship crashed into it's brother ship destroying both in an inferno as both slowly became consumed in the explosion.
The Justicar pondered under his helmet. "Does an Azeal warship only count as one kill...?"
Justicar: Lord Anarchy? pfffffft I'll kick his arse too, what ever the heck it is
Necron 402: Yea.......
Justicar: Eh what ever the next part is going to be awsome! It's me vs. Liken...not not rule 34 style you dam perverts
Necron 402:.....I think you just insulted half of our readers
Justicar: eh what are they going to do? I'm a fictional character on a website it's not like they can send me hate mail.
Necron402: they'll send it to me!
Justicar: eh whatever, that's a risk i'm willing to take
Necron402: Damn.