Antony in Warhammer 40K - Chpt 1 [English - US]
Antony in Warhammer 40K [English - US]
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Antony in Warhammer 40K is a small fanfic series, created by Antony Bindilatti with inspiration from some crossovers of several film series, series and games with Warhammer 40K – created by Rick Priestley and Andy Chambers from Games Workshop.
The story focuses on young Antony – the protagonist of Antony's Triviality; on just another ordinary day, until he finds a dimensional portal with energies that are strange to his world. However, something caught his attention to the point of investigating the other side. To the hero's surprise, he embarks on a journey to a completely different universe, in which Earth was a planet full of several megacities and rudimentary technology, at the same time advanced for its era; and human civilization – known as the Imperium of Men; followed an austere religious military doctrine that despised everything that was not part of the Imperium, such as aliens, mutants and heretics, declaring total war on these beings.
And to complete the unpleasant surprise, Antony discovers that his powers and abilities have disappeared, in which he needs to fight not only for survival but also to find a way to return to his universe and cut the connection with that world.
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Everything seemed calm to Antony, a young Caucasian man of about 27 years old, with curly dark brown hair with a long lock that extended to his navel, and eyes of the same color. He wore a white kimono with a black belt, a blue cape with gold edges and leather boots that extended to his knees. With him he carried a sword of European design, which he carried on his back because it was too heavy to be handled with just one hand.
It was an ordinary day, like any other in Antony's life. The young hero was walking around with his suit and sword, probably on a reconnaissance mission, routine patrol or investigation. All around him were ordinary people in the middle of a city with houses and buildings of ordinary construction, such as brick, wood, concrete, glass windows and metal frames or brick and concrete, indicating that it was around the year 2020. Antony's sword was camouflaged from the eyes of the people so as not to attract any negative looks and be pointed out as an aggressor.
However, something different happened in which his life would no longer be the same. In an alley, he felt something emanating that caught the hero's attention. He looked at the place with a frown, but found nothing abnormal except a faint purple glow. He didn't know exactly what it was, but he felt that it was emanating from behind a dumpster and that it was good to investigate.
With his sword in hand, he headed towards the location. Antony approached the emanation with light steps, muffling the sound in the process. Everything became more tense. He could hear his heart racing and the air becoming thin.
And when he was close to the dumpster, he turned around. To his surprise, there was some kind of portal. The color of the energy waves was magenta with a bit of purple and the background was dark with some stars. It wasn't arcane or from any other known energy source. Antony's brother, William, wasn't around and didn't even open this portal in which he needed help or to go somewhere in Azeroth. Antony had no idea what it was, but he felt that those energies were too dense to travel. He could feel some kind of cruel power coming from it.
“Come to me.” said a deep, hoarse male voice emanating from that portal. Antony's eyes widened in fear, stepping back a little. The sword was still in his hand, ready to be thrown to pierce whoever was going to come out of that place. His breathing was almost labored.
However, he felt that the portal had not been opened by chance and that it somehow needed to be closed from the other side, since there was no way to close it on the side he was on. In response, he kept his sword in his hand and continued towards the interior of that door of dark energies. Half of his body was gradually swallowed inside, until the end of the blue cape with golden edges passed through, disappearing completely. And then, the portal closed.
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The young hero crossed the portal, stopping in a kind of astral world. But when he realized that he could no longer feel the ground beneath his feet, his body was dragged in a stream, unable to escape it as he was being pulled forcefully by something unknown. Antony found himself in a whirlwind of energies and stars running around him, screaming in terror as he tried to fight to get out of it. And in the middle of that whirlwind, he saw several planets, stars and wreckage of abandoned spaceships with a completely unknown design. And in addition, several faces and eyes appeared, with different shapes of hands and fingers approaching him and some of these beings laughed at the poor boy.
“Leave me alone!” shouted Antony, caught in the whirlwind, trying to strike them with his sword. Nothing worked.
Antony was dragged up and down in a stream of dark energies. He tried to use various ways to communicate with his world, whether by telepathy or by communicator. But it was useless. And when he saw a kind of blinding light, he raised his left hand in front of him to try to protect his eyes, at the same time trying to see who it was or what it could be.
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In an instant, the boy was thrown out of the stream, rolling on the dirt and rocks until he fell chest first. Antony felt his body and hands hurt. His eyes were closed after that flash. His teeth were clenched in pain and part of his face was dirty and a little bruised.
Recovering his vision and standing up, his vision was a little blurry. His head was staggering, but he gradually found his bearings.
“Where… where am I?” asked Antony, confused and disoriented. He was recovering his vision, capable of seeing some things.
Antony stood up slowly, but felt his head hurt. He put his right hand on the spot where the pain was, feeling something dripping. When he took it away, he saw something that scared him, widening his eyes in the process.
“What the…?”
It was blood. It was his blood. The fall must have cut Antony's forehead. And his hands were covered in dirt and grime, as well as the red liquid he had extracted from the wound.
“Impossible…” he thought, knowing that the essence of Super Uranium should have made him invincible.
Super Uranium was a rare ore that gave William and he super powers that no living being dreamed of having, in addition to invincibility and immortality. However, Antony was in a completely different world. And perhaps during the whirlwind he went through, it nullified its effects.
Antony stood up, partially revitalized after the fall. However, he saw that he was in another world. One in which there was no civilization and no animals. The view was filled with gray clouds covering the blue sky, with dirt, rocks and even ash on the ground. There were some trees, but they were not of any species that he knew. Some of them had a twisted shape, with dry branches and no leaves. There was water, but it was not clear or drinkable to quench his thirst or clean his wounds.
“Something tells me I'm not on Earth anymore. And it was a huge mistake to have entered through that portal.” said the lost young boy. He sighed in frustration at the wrong choice. “Oh well. Let's see if I can find someone to take me home.”
With that said, Antony continued through the desert in search of a possible city, town or camp, with the intention of leaving that planet and returning home. The boy took the twisted trees to the right as his main point of reference, even with a small chance that he might find nothing or any sign of sentient life.
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Hours had passed since Antony arrived in that strange world and he had not found any sentient life. In the state he was in, part of his clothes were filthy, he had not eaten, had not drunk and had not stopped to rest. Antony walked through that desert. The trees grew larger as he approached them. But on the way, he did not notice the ravine in front of him, falling in the process, rolling down until he hit the ground. Fortunately, it was not stone, which eased the impact of the fall.
The brave hero, fallen to the ground, gave a strong punch out of frustration. As gritty as he was, the anger he felt for being trapped and lost only increased his hopelessness of being able to leave that place and return home.
However, something caught his attention. Antony raised his head with marks of dirt and scratches on his face. He heard a noise coming from the horizon, even though it was far from his position. And the noise resembled the sound of the engine of some land vehicle.
“Is that a vehicle sound? Am I safe?” These were the boy's questions that ran through his mind.
He quickly got up and ran to where the vehicle would pass. He took the sword and put it on his back. Despite its weight, Antony did not mind carrying it for the entire journey.
Standing up to look, he is surprised to see that it wasn't just a vehicle, but rather a convoy by the lights. He was happy to see that he would be saved. However, something changed his reality, making the young boy think that this was not what he expected it to be.
The column consisted of trucks with a rudimentary design. They had several plates welded to different corners, some of which looked like they had been poorly patched together. And some had sharp plates installed on the bumper and the side of the truck bed. The engine exhaust gave off black smoke, as if the combustion gas filtration system did not exist.
And to top it off, the crew consisted of green-skinned humanoid beings with superhuman muscles, pointy ears, yellow eyes, and sharp teeth protruding from their mouths. They wore rudimentary clothing with metal plates, as if they had looted a junkyard and taken any piece of scrap to use as armor, and they carried weapons, both crude-looking bladed weapons and firearms, which were also built with several parts that could not even fit together properly in the body of the weapon, such as the bolt being larger than the barrel, the rear sight being obstructed by unnecessary accessories at the top of the iron sights, and the ammunition being of a large caliber, which could jam when fitting the clip into the magazine.
From afar, seeing those trucks stopping for passengers and drivers to get out, Antony was frightened. He imagined that those beings reminded him of the Orcs from Draenor due to their skin color and muscles.
“Wait a minute. Those over there are they… Orcs?!” thought Antony, trying to stay low so as not to be found by those attackers. He kept his right hand positioned on the hilt of his sword in case he was ambushed.
Far from young Antony's position, the beings known as Orks began to scan the terrain for any sign of humans. Some carried heavy weapons such as flamethrowers and machine guns, others carried axes and others, large caliber submachine guns. And one of them was the tallest of all. He had a bionic eye implanted in his right eye, large teeth with one made of steel, a face full of wrinkles and had several tubes connected to his neck, extending to a tank located on his left shoulder. His left arm consisted of several metal plates and spikes, with claw-shaped fingers, capable of crushing and tearing flesh and metal as if it were paper; and his right arm was organic with a few steel spikes emerging from his biceps. He wore leather or thick fabric pants, with his right foot amputated, replaced by a prosthesis; and his left foot was protected by a boot. Part of his paint consisted of red with some black and white markings. Apparently he was the commander of that platoon.
“Come on, boyz! Da boss told us there are 'umies in these parts. And we're going to show them what happens to those who dare to face us!” ordered the Ork commander. The other Orks agreed and began the search.
During the patrol, one of the soldiers smelled something that excited his sense of smell. This could put young Antony in danger. “Boss, I think I smell a 'umie around 'ere.”
The Ork commander turned to that soldier. “Yes. I also smell 'umie.”
“Boss, what do we do?”
“Check da canyon! Remember, I'm da Boss! Now GO, you maggots!” pointed him with the axe in his hand.
Back at Antony's position, he noticed the Ork activity changed course. Instead of searching the entire terrain, they began to concentrate in one place.
“Oh no. It seems these Orcs know I'm here.” thought the young hero, still hiding from the attackers.
Antony stood up to see how close the group was to his position. In his carelessness, he stood up too much, attracting the attention of the Orks. One of the soldiers spotted him, opening fire with his weapon. Antony, in turn, dodged, returning to his previous position.
“Shit!” cursed the young boy. His eyes were wide and his heart was beating fast.
The Orks advanced towards the hill. Their weapons were loaded and aimed at the moment they saw the lone hero, armed with only his sword.
“Come on, boyz!” Shouted the Ork soldier armed with a light machine gun.
Antony tried to run towards the hill he had fallen down when he stepped wrong. It was high and full of gravel and sand. When he stepped, his feet sank up to the heel line. As he climbed, he felt his body move forward, using his hands to climb the steep incline.
The attackers climbed to the top of the hill. Stopping at the edge with their weapons ready, they saw the young man climbing. One of the soldiers approached with a heavy pistol, pulling the trigger in sequence while laughing. In a second, the projectile emerged from the barrel amidst the explosion of the shot.
As Antony grabbed onto a rock, he felt something move, making him fall. The shot hit just above the rock, knocking it down along with some sand and gravel. Antony fell screaming towards the ground. His eyes were wide with terror, trying to grab onto something else to steady himself.
And before he could fall hard to the ground, he pulled his sword from the sheath on his back and stuck it into the ground, cushioning his fall until he recovered. However, he was already back to square one. And to his bitter surprise, he heard the sound of laughter. Cruel laughter from Orks that knocked him off the top of the hill.
The Ork soldiers descended from the high ground, heading towards the boy. Their weapons were trained on him, ready to fire at the first sign of aggression.
“Surrender, 'umie!” Shouted a soldier on the far left, armed with a submachine gun. “You're surrounded!”
“There's no escape! If you try to resist us, we'll fill you with Bolter holes!” The Ork soldier with the light machine gun shouted.
Antony gritted his teeth as he looked at each other. The other soldiers carried flamethrowers, axes, Bolter pistols, submachine guns, and machine guns. It was a clear sign that they were not joking around. These were weapons with immense firepower compared to Antony's sword.
And to complete the siege, the Ork commander appeared from above, with the raw and rotten metal fingers of his left arm gripping the gravel, stone and sand as he descended, creating a curtain of gray dust as he descended. When he landed, several rocks fell with him, emitting a loud sound after the impact of the fall. The commander approached the young human with a cruel look. The other Orks moved away, with some being pushed away by the mechanical arm. Almost close to the human, the commander punched the ground, positioning himself forward.
“Look at this. A 'umie. Judging by your clothes, you're not from the Imperium, nor are you from around these parts.” said the Ork commander, showing his sharp teeth.
“Imperium? What's he talking about?” the boy asked in his thoughts. All Antony knew was that the Ork was twice his height. He could smell the green-skinned being's rotten breath. The whole setup might make him a bit scared to confront him directly. In either case, he kept his sword in his right hand.
“What I can say is that you iz weak, like any other 'umie.” said the attacker. Those words echoed in Antony's ears, tightening his grip on the sword's hilt. “I can finish you off with little effort and take your 'ead as a trophy.”
The boy took a step back, assuming a defensive posture.
“Back off! I'm warning you!” exclaimed Antony, positioning his left hand forward and the sword aligned with his left leg, ready to deliver a quick and accurate blow.
The boy's eyes expressed a certain intimidation. His breathing was becoming shallow. However, something made him change his gaze. He saw his attackers laugh at that threat.
“Really?” sneered the Ork commander. His eyes closed momentarily, then opened his gaze to the boy again. “Let's see if you're really going to attack me beyond your words.”
The commander charged toward Antony. He in turn extended his left hand toward the approaching greenskin. Antony would use his divine paladin powers to stun him or strike him to the point of leaving the Ork vulnerable for a fatal blow.
“You left me no choice! HOLY SHOCK!” Antony exclaimed, casting the Holy Shock spell, a technique acquired through the teachings in the Holy Light specialization in Azeroth. However, after calling the name of the spell, something strange happened. The spell wasn't cast. A flash of holy energy didn't emerge from Antony's hand to strike the Ork. He tried again to perform the same magical strike, but it was useless. The Holy Shock was not being cast. The other Ork soldiers laughed at his performance.
Antony tried to call the spell again, but it didn't work. His eyes were wide with disbelief. And when he looked again at the Ork commander coming with the mechanical arm being thrown towards him and striking him, the hero had to assume a defensive posture, dodging the attack for a fraction of a second. Now, he was behind his attacker, ready to finish him off, delivering a slashing blow with the Archeus sword. But for the second piece of bad news, the blade hit part of the Ork's armor, shattering it into several pieces. Antony was horrified to see his sword broken.
“No! Archeus!” he screamed in fright. And in an instant, he felt the Ork's metallic hand crushing his face, trapping his vision and breath in an instant. The sharp fingers pressed down on his head, lifting him off the ground. His hands and legs tried to shake to free themselves, but it was useless.
“Like I said: you're weak, like any other 'umie I have ever faced. We, Orks, are strong and we'ze made to win against weak and insignificant beings like you!” said the Ork, tightening his grip on Antony's head. Then he threw the poor boy against the hill.
The hero of Earth felt his body being thrown and colliding with the wall of gravel, sand and stones. He fell after the impact of the blow. He tried to get up in order to escape, but received a blow from the attacker's boot, making him spit blood and fall again.
“I'll finish you off and take your 'ead as a trophy for my Boss.” shouted the Ork commander, inspiring the morale of his warriors.
Death was certain for Antony. Without immortality, without the invincibility of Super Uranium, without his powers and without his sword, he was in fact an ordinary and weak human being before the strength of the Orks. And alone, without the help of William, his younger brother, and the others on Earth, he would die in that strange world that he should not have entered through that mysterious portal.
And just before the Ork commander used his claws to rip Antony's head from the rest of his body, he heard the sound of ships emerging from the sky. However, their design was different from the vehicles of the green-skinned aggressors. They had cleaner, more modern designs. To the Orks' astonishment, they were Marauder ships of the Navy of the Imperium of Men.
“Imperium ships, here?!” exclaimed the Ork commander.
To their horror, the ships opened fire with their rockets and cannons on their trucks. The explosions from some of the vehicles swallowed several Ork soldiers in half. Others jumped, falling lifeless or crawling in pain and heat.
And to top it off, a few Imperium ships landed, unloading human soldiers with weapons that were completely sophisticated for the brute marauders. The projectiles were identical to those of the Orks: large caliber, but of the explosive type. Emerging from the ships was a small detachment of women with hair of different colors. They all wore the same color of armor: white clothes, gray armor pieces with silver trim, and some golden accessories like the chain connected to a magical symbol attached to the corset. They all used heavy and large weapons, but they had firepower that could rival or even surpass that of the Orks.
The Orks tried to repel the attack from those women and the ships, but they were being decimated.
“Boss, there are so many of them! What are we going to do?!” shouted one of the Ork soldiers, firing his heavy pistol.
As a last resort, the commander gathered the survivors, gesturing for flight in the face of the overwhelming numbers of their new attackers. “Come on, boyz! Let's get out of here!” In response, they ran to the remaining trucks and fled. Those who could not escape were caught in the hail of bullets from the Imperial warriors.
Meanwhile, Antony was unable to see much of the ambush on the Orks. The blows had left him incapacitated to the point of succumbing to his injuries.
One of the warriors spotted the young hero nearly dead, shouting to call the others. “Sisters, we have a survivor!”
The other warriors rushed to assist her. Some wore closed helmets, completely covering their heads and seeing through red visors. At the top was a fleur-de-lis, a symbol of French nobility at a time when the various countries had united to form a single nation. Others wore none, revealing their feminine faces and few distinguishing features such as accessories, vision implants, battle scars and so on. But all had a tattoo of the same symbol that adorned their helmets and uniforms: the fleur-de-lis.
The youngest of the warriors who helped Antony had the face of a young woman, around 23 years old. To some people, she looked like a doll. Her hair was short, with bangs aligned to the right, and the color was silver. She wore pink lipstick and had a medium-sized bust, highlighted by the corset to the point of attracting the attention of the boys. In addition, she had a slender waist and belly and almost thin but firm legs.
Young Antony was rescued by the warriors and placed on a stretcher to be transported in a ship to a sort of field hospital. His eyes opened partially, seeing the clouds moving as he was being carried by the warrior women of the Empire. He turned to the right and saw the face of the young girl who rescued him.
“Who… who are you?” Antony asked in a low tone. The girl kept her eyes on the ship as she helped the others transport him. “Where are they taking me?”
Boarding the Marauder ship, the group placed the boy on a makeshift medical bed while they administered first aid. The ship then took off along with the others, heading towards a destination unknown to Antony, but known to them.
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