The Horus Heresy
Ah...that dream...what...
Where...am I...? Who are you..?
My name is Shiler, the Queen of the Maradas. You must have many questions. Ask them, and I shall answer. When you are satisfied, listen to my words.
(I can't attack her...I'm alone. And who knows what she has done to the others..) Did you kidnap the prince?
Absolutely not. His decision was his own.
What?! But why?
You will come to understand his actions. We will discuss it once the Lieutenant awakens.
What are your intentions?
I mean no harm, but it is urgent I speak with you and Lt. Shatz.
About what?
Let us wait for your comrade to awaken and we can discuss this fully.
What was that sound we heard before?
Oh, that. It was my voice. I was singing.
(Gotcha. Next time, aim for the vocal cords.) Singing?
Yes. No alien creature can withstand it without falling asleep. It is one of my many talents.
I see... I don't have any more questions.
Very well. I do not believe you have met. This is Prince Cliff.
Prince Cliff, finally!
Calm down. You must be Nelson?
Yes, I am.
Prince Cliff! What the hell is going on here?
Ah, good. Tom is awake as well. We can start.
Start what!? You caught me by surprise before, but-
Lieutenant, please save your breath. Queen Shiler could kill us all in an instant if that were her intention.
I don't understand. You weren't kidnapped? You lead us here on purpose?
Exactly. There is something we must discuss. My father must be stopped.
What!?
Nelson, you're too young, but Lt. Shatz has witnessed the horrible crimes of my father.
Tom, what is he talking about?
I suppose he's talking about...the purge...
(The Exterminatus... so it's true.)
He has committed genocide! So many alien races lost... many completely harmless!
This...this is terrible.
But think a moment! The Aliens provoked the Empire! They attacked us first!
You have been misled! The King paid Dredans to attack one of the smaller colonies to use as an excuse to eradicate the indigenous races.
It is your word against His. I cannot take your word without some proof.
You will see in time the true colors of your King. In any case, Nelson, we need your help.
Mine? Why?
Because you may be the nephew of John Nelson.
(No way!) What!?
You were astonishingly resistant to my chant. Upon your arrival, I could sense an incredible force within you. I am confident that you can help us.
No...how? What do I have to do?
You must become a true leader.
A true leader?
John Nelson was a great hero, but also an extraordinary leader. You must unify all races to establish peace on this planet. A daunting task, but if you are able to do it then you truly are of the heroic Nelson lineage.
(This is loco!) I...I will try to do my best, but... what would be the point? What would you gain from it?
The chaos we live in brings only pain to its inhabitants, including us Marada. With peace, this planet will return to its orderly state.
No! What you seek is our Empire's wealth and power! I know good and well what you Marada have done in the past!
Well, that might be true, but we only use peaceful means, not war ,fear, and tyranny like your beloved King.
Enough! The Prince is coming back with us! NOW!
I will go, but only if escorted by Marada soldiers. I am sure my father won't be very happy with me once I tell him my plans.
What? Your own father wouldn't harm you!
You don't know him as well as I do.
You can forget about it! We're not letting armed aliens inside the colony!
Then tell my father I won't be returning. I'd love to hear how that turns out!
Prince Cliff, try to understand. We cannot allow alien soldiers to stroll into the Royal Chambers!
I promise you, there will be no trouble.
I don't know...how can we trust you?
As the Prince said, I could kill you all in an instant. Then with the military's best out of my way and the current chaotic situation, it would be rather easy to infiltrate the colony and kill the Emperor. But I have no interest in doing this. Our intentions are not to start war, but to make peace.
(Yeah, and I'd like to buy a bucket of sand in this planet.) Tom... I think we should trust them for now. We have no other choice.
I... ah, dammit! Fine.
Every hero gained 250 EXP!
Michelle hits 55 Energy Weapons.
Very well. Once your other friends have recovered, Prince Cliff and his escorts will return with you. I've marked my headquarters on your map in case you need to speak with me again.
We gathered our team and explained the situation. They are hesitant, yet we pressed on. I suggested we scout the rest of this sector and Lt. Tom agreed.
Watch out!
What is it?
It's a Matrick Soldier! Those creatures are incredible adversaries. I doubt we can defeat it.
They're weak to acid and psionics. with some good acid weapons and psionic skills, we might have a chance.
What's the point of killing him?
What's the point of letting him live?
He's a threat to anyone in this sector. Think of it as an act of good will.
Well, actually, there's a real good reason. He's guarding some sort of armor. It might be worth the risk.
Do we attack, Nelson?
Tom, I think we can do it. Kai, Miles, Koenig! With me!
Nothing's gonna pierce that monster. You better hope your psi-amps are at max level...
Let's go!
The combined power of the trio tore the creature's massive armor to pieces.
As Rumi drained her psionic reserves, she drew her acid pistol to finish the job. The continued psi-onslaught and acid barrage finally took their toll on the monster, another hazard neutralized in the wastelands.
That thing was tough, but it was no match for us!
It was a worthwhile opponent, yes.
This is a really great armor! Look!
The team finishes scouting the sector and decides to hit up one last point of interest.
Careful! There's a group of rebels here!
Looks like they're fighting over something.. I'm going to see if I can eavesdrop in on their conversation.
All right, but be careful.
Yo! What about my ninja skills?!
Relax, Phil. Enjoy her ass wiggle in the sand.
Fuck, yeah.
After a few minutes, Fox is back, rather excited. Phil looks excited, too.
They found a Dredan corpse. It had an impressive piece of equipment, some sort of acid rifle. It looks like an amazing weapon!
We could take advantage of the situation and make a surprise attack...
We need to proceed with caution. I counted at least three groups of rebels there. Even with a surprise attack, this isn't going to be easy.
Whoa. Three groups.
We could use a grenade to cause some heavy damage, but it's a hit or miss.
Or someone well trained in stealth could take advantage of those hills and snipe them from a distance.
That works as well. Nelson? What do you think? Are you ready for this?
OK. Skip the grenades, we need precision. Thin out their numbers.
My thoughts exactly.
Who's going to be our sniper?
Yo, Phil! Time to wiggle your ass! It's show time!
They call me...the Desert F-
Shut up and move it.
A little while later...
Pant...pant...huff...ok. In fucking position.
Just be ready to run back if things get too hot. are you even in cover?
Cover is for pussies. I'm ready. Shut the fuck up.
Phil took a deep breath and centred his sights on the first rebel trooper. He lifted the barrel slightly higher, to compensate for the bullet drop. This is an Ukrainian-taught special technique passed down from his forefathers which he will never share to anyone else, unless Fox gets into bed with him. He chuckled as he squeezed hard, imagining that dark obsidian nipple he's playing with his trigger finger...
Poppin' moles.
Pock! The rebel caught it clean on his visor. He stumbled a bit, but went down like a sack of potatoes. His two friends immediately rushed to his aid, only to be greeted by two consecutive shots. One to each back of the neck.
Philipp Koenig gains +1 to his Sneak Skill
Koenig to Newfag, three tangos down!
Good! Keep hitting them!
I wasn't talking to you, weaboo! I'm falling back! They're on to me! I'm coming back down, get ready to fight!
Roger that, Desert Fucks.
The rebels gave chase, panting as they climbed up the hill, their second team rained suppression fire, to little effect. The first rebel team stared down four barrels of gun when they reached top side.
Sup, moles.
They never stood a chance. Nelson and Jacob's Harm incapacitated the first rebel. Rumi shot another, and Phil finished the second. It's four on two after the first onslaught ended.
Reload your weapons and get ready for another!
Phil, switch up with Fox!
The second group fared no better, succumbing to multiple holes to the head and chest, as well as severe psi-assaults on the brain.
Good work eveyrone! We've scored an excellent piece of equipment.
Let me see it. Hmm, yes, very nice. This weapon is going to be useful against enemies with low acid resistance.
Good job, Nelson. Let's head back to the Emperor. He must be waiting.
Yes, Sir.
The team boards the hovercraft, the upbeat atmosphere dampened by the upcoming confrontation between the Prince and the Emperor. Phil didn't give a single fuck at the Prince's convoy tailing us on the way back.
So yeah, there I was...camped on the hill overlooking a camp of ten rebels. Y'know...there's just no middle ground there, man. If even three of them shot me at once, I'd have died right there. Alone. And guess what? As I looked down the scope...I realized a tiny, chittering sound just near my right arm...a fucking radscorpion. One sting and I'm a goner! But I'm fully committed, so I zeroed my sights and-
He was interrupted by the sudden braking of the hovercraft thrusters.
We're here. Let's go.
Fuck you, Josh.
Milord, I...
Oh! But that.. that is Cliff!
Wh-who are those aliens?! Theyr'e armed! Nelson, you betrayed me!
No, wait, the Prince said he would come only if-
Father, I've come here to talk, but I had to take some precautions... in case you turned against me.
Wh-what!? Are you mad? Why would I do that?
Because of what I am about to ask you: I want you to abdicate the throne and let me guide the Human Empire.
(Madness! He truly intends to usurp the throne?)
My son, what have they done to you? Nelson! Attack these Marada soldiers immediately!
Father! I left by my own will, I am here by my own will. No one is forcing me.
Then why are you turning against your own father?
Spare me your lies! I know what a ruthless man you are!
I... I did only what was necessary!
I don't believe you, but it doesn't matter. What have you been doing? What are all those patrols that you've sent out these past months for?
I needed to scout the planet surface in search for resources, and-
BULLSHIT! You wanted to make sure that no other alien races were still alive!
(This isn't happening...)
...
(What should I do? I cannot possibly betray the Emperor!)
I see that we won't reach an agreement here.
King Oscar makes a gesture. From a well hidden door to the side, a series of robots which I have never seen before march in.
Oscar! What are you doing?! Those are the Warui Sentinels!
(Warui Sentinels? I've heard about them before. Those are heavy attack androids built for the King's personal defense They're extremely powerful.)
Those robots...but they were disabled!
(So it was the Prince who was behind the robot rebellion!)
Ahah, you didn't expect this, eh? Thanks to Nelson, we managed to find a temporary solution, at least for the robots inside our colony.
(Thanks to me? What does he mean by that?)
As you can see, the formidable Warui Sentinels are ready to fight by my side. You have no hopes of winning.
My name is Joshua Nelson. I joined the garrison of Planet Stronghold Colony yesterday. My room mate's name is Phil Koenig. My instructor is a bodacious babe named Rebecca Fox. And I think I have a crush on a blind psionist in my team. And today I'm faced with the biggest choice of my life.
One that would decide the fate of Stronghold. Forever.
TO BE CONTINUED!