(I forgot to post this part on tumblr and posting it now for a future compilation)
An-nakhrimun awkwardly holds the tiny human in her arms, huddling behind the table, terrified and panicking. The human cries, tears streaming down her face while screaming for her parents, yet the destruction outside drowned out her cry. The husband’s hand turned white gripping the revolver, shielding his wife while trying to stay quiet as the hulking armoured brute loomed outside their ruined home.
Why is this happening? Where did it go wrong?
It was but a quiet and simple day interacting with humans in their city, playing with their offspring, walking the street with her mother, and using her skills to help around, all the while being treated like a local celebrity. And less than a hundred cycles ago celebrated the tiny human’s first birthday.
She found herself enjoying such a time far more than dealing with the arrogant nobles as a lowborn Cryptek back in the Infinite Empire.
But such a quiet and nice time has been shattered by dozens of human spaceships arriving on orbit, and the primitive, armoured brutes that dropped down from orbit in their transports. Their technologies, even primitive, still far outmatched this planet, which only recently reinvented aircraft.
There were no warnings aside from the paper media reporting the local leader’s being receptive to communications and trades while concerns over sovereignty. None thought more of it until the genetically enhanced brutes rain from the sky, slaughtering anyone that resists while bombarding the planet.
The local soldiers huddle around the Canoptek Constructs she lent out as construction and industrial help. Under her panicked command, the invaders found themselves crashed into a wall of necrodermis in this city, their bolter damages swiftly repaired by scarabs, and their power armours brittle as jelly against the superior Necrontyr weaponry.
But the Canopteks could not hold out for long, as more invaders arrived along with heavy weaponry, the constructs were rapidly getting whittled down protecting the humans.
She does not know what compelled her as she rushes to the couple’s home while directing the remaining constructs to guide the local humans to her buried ship in the park, intending to take them and escape the planet. She could have just escaped herself phasing away into the ship, instead, she found herself trying to console the family and taking them along to escape, greatly risking her mother and her own safety.
And now, she found herself cornered inside their home, silently comforting the tiny human, forced to hide her large body behind furniture too small for her, while the genetically enhanced brute scanned the surrounding area for more enemies to slaughter.
She wishes this was just a bad dream and she would wake up any moment now, but her lifeless necrodermis body cruelly reminds her of their kind’s inability to dream.
Crushing the crawling Xenos machine under his ceramite boot, Sergeant Garviel Loken looked up to a rain of drop pods entering the atmosphere, and a triumphant pride crept up to him.
The 63rd Expeditionary Fleet has graciously tried to offer peaceful compliance to this lost human world, yet the corrupt and greedy planetary leaders’ refusal has forced their hand. By Primarch Horus’ order, the 16th Legion descended upon this world, intending to correct their foolishness and save the suffering masses into the glorious Imperium.
Initial assault has been swift, the primitive weapons of the locals could barely make a scratch on the power armours, and their rudimentary armoured vehicles are but thin sitting targets that can be disabled with a few bolter shells. Within hours most of the planetary resistance had fallen, and leaders of those backward, fragmented states were dragged out of their offices and executed.
The Imperial Army and Iterators were already boarding the landing crafts, readying for cleanup, before reports of unexpectedly severe resistance came from one of the states’ capital. Three companies worth of legionaries were almost wiped out by the sudden appearance of Xenos machines resembling abominable intelligences, with Astartes' power armour barely a hindrance to their disintegrating weapons.
Loken, part of the initial assault forces in the neighbouring city, arrived first to aid his brothers. Shortly after, fifteen companies worth of second-wave reinforcements will be arriving from orbit. He is appalled and disgusted by what he has witnessed.
These poor people, long suffered under the Xenos machines’ oppression, and their broken perception compelled them to huddle and fight alongside them against their Imperial saviours as if the Xenos machines were somehow benevolent. Even when Loken prioritized the destruction of Xenos machines, the humans still attempted to attack him, forcing him to put them out of their misery.
The Xenos machines are low in number, slowly but surely they are being destroyed, along with the local resistance.
Iterator Sindermann will have a field day here, Loken mused. The locals need to be educated about the righteous hate of their Xenos oppressors and their technologies, the correctness of Imperial Truth, and the benevolence of the Imperium and The Emperor.
The cry of a child in a nearby ruined building seeped into his ears, no doubt disturbed by the rampaging Xenos machines and the collateral damage that followed. Letting out a quiet sigh, Loken shook his head.
Such is the temporary ache of human supremacy. It could have been avoided if the locals did not make them do this, by rising against their Xenos oppressors and greeting their saviours with open arms. Now, many need to be executed, and those too far gone in the Xenos brainwashing would have to be servitorized as a mercy.
A prosperous recruiting world will be set up here, to provide the Imperium soldiers in their quest to galactic xenocide and the ascendance of humanity.
As The Emperor of Mankind, beloved by all, has visioned.
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