Antony in Warhammer 40K - Chpt 2 [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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Chapter 2

The tension Antony had encountered with the Orks was gone. Now his life was no longer in danger at the hands of those brutal green-skinned beings. However, he was still fighting for his life, aboard a Marauder ship en route to a sort of field hospital, with the women dressed in white and silver armor to assist him, administering first aid and hooking him up to various life support machines in order to keep his vital organs functioning.

One of the women caring for the young human was the girl with short silver hair. She held the plasma bag, gradually administering the liquid into the vein in Antony's right arm. As she watched the medical care, her eyes were fixed on his face. Despite being part of a detachment of warriors who show no emotion towards anyone, except for a kind of xenophobic resentment combined with an ultranationalist belief and unprecedented fanaticism towards those who are not part of the Imperium of Man, she showed some concern for the boy's life after receiving two crushing blows from the Ork commander.

The ship continued flying towards the base from which it had departed. The engines roared, spitting flames from the nozzle as the pilot kept the power at maximum. The journey continued a little turbulent, although there were no signs of bad weather or possible aggressors from the air or land that could endanger the crew. Until the ship was accompanied by others of the same model and faction.

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After fifteen minutes, Antony found himself in a completely dark room. There were several life support machines, computers with a very rudimentary design, several hospital beds, most of which were unoccupied. His eyes slowly opened. To his surprise, part of the room was lit up.

There weren't many people nearby for him to talk to, except for a man in the same room, watching him, standing with his arms crossed behind his back. Judging by his khaki-colored clothes, wearing a breastplate, helmet, and some pieces of green armor, he was some kind of guard. He was also carrying a type of rifle with a different design compared to the weapons of those women. It had a structure made of something similar to green polymer with little in the appearance of metal, a muzzle brake on the barrel, and a golden double-headed eagle engraved on the rifle.

Antony noticed that he didn't move, much less take his eyes off him, waiting for him to make a false move to grab the rifle and open a hole in the hero's chest. He noticed that he was without his clothes, without his cape, his boots and without his Archeus sword. He only had some intravenous tubs connected to his body, supplying serum, plasma and some medications. Antony was a little nervous, as he didn't like having these things implanted in him, even if it was for health purposes.

The guard remained motionless. At this, he had an idea to get his attention.

“Hey, you,” Antony called. The guard didn't react. “Could you get the doctor or nurse to take these things off me? I really need to use the bathroom to relieve myself.”

No response. That guard was trained not to fall into any kind of trap or trick, no matter what. The boy's gaze, shifting to the left, said that the trick was not working. In response, he tried to charm him.

“You know, you're doing a good job. Protecting this place and these people,” the young man said with a smile. “Here's what we'll do: You help me out of this hospital room, take me back to my house, and I'll buy you a drink. What do you think?”

Just like before, the guard didn't seem interested in Antony's little proposal. He turned his gaze to the left, leaving him with no options to get out of that place. Once again, he tried to be serious.

“Look, I hate to be rude, but could you tell me why I'm being held here?!”

As the boy asks this question, he hears a sound emerging from the door opening, with a deep decompression sound along with the grinding of metal. His eyes returned to the source of the noise, seeing the warriors appearing in the hospital room. There were four of them in total. They all wore the same uniform and pieces of armor. Each had a different hairstyle.

The first had slightly long brown hair with some white streaks that extended to her chin. Her face had some wrinkles and scars on the right side of her lower lip, on her eyebrow and on her left cheek. She had a kind of implant in her right ear, which she had been hit with at some point, causing partial deafness. Her outfit had more ornaments than the others, making her the superior of the group.

The other two were the same age as the silver-fringed warrior who had rescued Antony from the Orks, but the second was blonde with long, straight hair that reached her shoulders. And the third had light brown hair styled in a pageboy style. They both had almost the same physique: medium to large bust, strong legs, a slim waist and belly. Watching them line up side by side, Antony sighed. “Boy, it looks like I'm going to have some warm company.

The commander of the warriors turned to the guard monitoring the young hero of Earth.

“Good job keeping an eye on him. Now, we'll continue this way.” the older warrior ordered.

“Yes ma'am.” the Imperial guard replied, saluting her and then leaving them alone with Antony.

The door closed after the uniformed man left the room. Then the boy's gaze turned to the armed women.

“Well, since that guard didn't want to talk to me, can I know why I'm being kept here?” he asked the reason why he was being constantly monitored.

“You are under Imperial supervision. And until you answer our questions, you will not be able to leave this place.” replied the warrior commander.

“Under supervision? But for what reason?!”

“You are not in a position to ask questions. You are in a position to answer us.”

Hearing that, Antony let out a snort of discontent, crossing his arms in the process and turning his gaze to the left.

“You should be grateful that you were rescued from those Orks. Otherwise, your life would have been forfeit.”

“I appreciate the help you gave me back then and everything. I really do,” Antony said, leaning forward with an expression of honesty.

“I am Canoness Dolores,” the commander introduced herself, then introduced the other warriors. “These are Clara, Rachel, and Danubia. We are the Sisters of Battle of the Order of the Argent Shroud in service to the Ecclesiachy. And now, answer my questions. Who are you? How did you end up here? Where did you come from?”

Dolores, who was the commander of the group, was positioned second in line, with the warrior on the right side, with a light brown pageboy hairstyle being Clara; the first on the left side being Rachel, with blonde hair; and Danubia being the last on the left. And by the name Order of the Silver Shroud, they belonged to a military and religious order, similar to the ancient Order of the Knights Templar on Earth and the Great Templar Families in Greirarius.

But now, Antony found himself with no escape from the questions asked by the commander of the Sisters of Battle.

“About who I am, my name is Antony. I am a paladin in service of the Light.”

“Paladin in service of the Light?” Clara asked, curious as to why he had that title.

“And where were your paladin powers, Antony? Why didn't you use them?” the commander demanded with a serious look.

“I tried, but they didn't come out. Somehow my powers disappeared. Too bad my sword Archeus was destroyed.”

“Right. Let's get this part out of the way and get back to the topic at hand. Where did you come from and how did you get here?”

“I was doing my routine patrol in my world…” interrupted by the experienced warrior.

“Which world?”

Antony sighed. “Earth. I'm from planet Earth. Third planet orbiting the Sun.”

“Earth? Are you talking about the Holy Terra?” Danubia asked.

“I wouldn't call it the Holy Terra, but yeah, it's the world I came from.” the boy smiled at the end.

“Judging by your clothes, you're from a time long past ours.” Clara said. “Are you some kind of time traveler?”

“Sometimes, but that is not the case.”

“And what were you doing there until you got here?” asked Dolores.

“As I was saying, I was doing my routine patrol, but something caught my attention to the point of interrupting what I was doing. When I saw it, it was a kind of portal.”

“What kind of portal?”

“It was one that was not part of anything we know. At first, I thought it was one of my brother's portals, but the energies that kept it open are not of arcane origin or of any other known school of spells. It is different, dense, cold and… sinister.”

“And what was in it before you came in?”

“The energy waves were magenta, red, and a bit of purplish-blue. Before I entered, I heard a voice calling me. It was deep, sinister, saying ‘Come to me.’ I shouldn't have entered, but I went anyway. Inside the portal, it was… dark. There were a few stars shining red, white, and magenta. There were several nebulas of the same colors, wreckage of abandoned ships, arid planets, devoid of life, and there were also… several eyes staring at me. Several hands appeared, wanting to take me, whispering and laughing at me. And in the end, I arrived here, in this strange world, different from mine. Surrounded by sand, rocks, and then the Orks.”

Hearing this, the other sisters looked at each other. Few showed even the slightest degree of surprise at Antony's story.

“Sister, do you think…” Rachel said to Dolores.

“There is no doubt that he came here through a Warp Portal.”

Unsure of what it was, Antony asked, “Excuse me. Did you say ‘Warp Portal’?”

“Yes. A few individuals and devices can open portals across the entire length of the Warp. Both to transport our ships from one place to another and can also be used to bring demons from their dimension to ours.”

Demons?” Antony thought, associating those manifestations during his trip to this universe. He is sure that he has faced demons in the past when he was in Azeroth, Outland and on Earth when the forces of the Netherrealm and Outworld invaded his world, facing the Defenders of Earthrealm and Edenia. But he assumes that these new adversaries would be more frightening and stronger.

Before the eyes of the warriors in the process similar to that of interrogation, a sense of uneasiness emanated among them. A Warp Portal opened from this world to a world whose universe and time are different, and with a person crossing over after being called by agents of Chaos, this was a very clear sign that a quick response needed to be taken.

“We will communicate with our superiors in the Ecclesiarchy to investigate Antony's reports. They will decide how to resolve this.” Dolores informed the others.

Confused about the Sisters' commander's response, Antony called out. “Wait. But what about me? I want to help.”

“You are under Imperial supervision. Until they decide otherwise, you are not allowed to leave, under penalty of death for suspicion of heresy.”

“Heresy? What's this all about? I'm not a heretic! I'm a human, like you.”

“You may be human. But in our eyes, you are suspected of heresy. Your attire and beliefs distance you from what the Imperium is built on. For this reason, you will be monitored day and night.”

“I can't even use the bathroom?”

“In your bed, there are tubes reserved to extract your feces and urine. There is no reason to worry about that.”

Antony didn't like the idea of ​​having tubes inside his hospital bed to remove dirt from his body. In the end, he had to comply with Dolores' orders to remain under observation.

With the Sisters of Battle leaving the room, Antony lay down on the bed with a look of discontent. Once again, the imperial guard took up his original position, keeping an eye on the boy for any suspicious actions.

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Outside the hospital, the Sororitas Warriors were making their way down the dark, cold hallway, filled with gothic architecture and sinister arches. Their commander was in front, with Rachel and Clara on either side, and Danubia behind.

“It was a mistake to bring him here.” Dolores said with a serious, cold expression.

“Why do you say that, sister?” Clara asked.

“A human boy who claims to be from Terra, from a time when humanity killed each other for unreasonable matters, having arrived here through a Warp Portal, is a clear sign that the forces of Chaos are planning a new form of attack on the Imperium of Man. And he may be an agent of Chaos!”

“But, ma'am, I don't think Antony could be capable of such a thing. Maybe he could…” Danubia said to the commander, but she was interrupted by her, stopping in the middle of the corridor.

“I can't count on that kind of thing, Danubia. He could be a heretic, and you should know that very well.” the elite warrior pointed out.

“But we also cannot be sure that he would have conspired with the forces of Chaos before he was ambushed by the Orks.” Rachel said.

“Only an inquisitor can assure us of that. We must inform the Ordos Hereticus to ascertain his story. And until then, no one is allowed to visit him for any reason except when I am around. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes ma'am.” The others replied.

“Good. Let's go.” Dolores concluded.

Dolores and the other warriors continued to the communication room to contact the Ecclesiarchy. Danubia turned her gaze back, thinking about the young human she had rescued from the Orks. However, she resumed her course with the group.

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Night has fallen on the settlement. Guards monitor the entire perimeter with their weapons loaded and ready for an invasion or attack by aliens or anyone associated with the Chaos Gods.

In the hospital room, Antony slept peacefully in his bed. He was still without his clothes, feeling the air around him grow cold. However, something began to shake him from his sleep. Whispers echoed in Antony's mind as he turned from side to side.

So, you've finally arrived.” Said a mysterious voice. From the tone, it was masculine, deep and cruel. It was mixed with the sound of flames, burning and sizzling as he spoke.

The hero's eyes clenched tightly while they were still closed.

Antony. The human from a world beyond the Emperor's influence.” said another voice. This one was hissing, cold, almost harsh, and not very serious in tone. But it was also male.

“Who-who are you?” Antony said in a low tone, confused by their knowledge of his name and his arrival.

We are the Gods of immense power. Long before the False Emperor.” A mysterious voice replied in an enchanting and seductive tone. It was a mixture of feminine and masculine timbre and serpentine sounds.

“False Emperor?” asked Antony, trying to sleep and not knowing why those beings who spoke to him called the central figure of humanity who founded the Imperium the “False Emperor”.

Yes. The Emperor of Mankind is nothing more than a fetid corpse, sitting lifeless on his golden throne on Earth.” replied a sickly voice. It was masculine with a deep timbre, but from the coughs and puffs, one could tell that it was full of secretions and different forms of acid and viruses.

And he is a person, like any other. Flesh, bones and blood.” completed the cold, hissing voice.

It is nothing more than an empty image that many humans in this universe blindly follow.” the seductive voice completed.

We, on the other hand, are the true manifestation of the powers that emanate from this Universe! The true order!” completed the fiery and violent voice.

The voices that echoed through the hospital room belonged to the Gods of the ruinous powers of Chaos. The four from the Immaterium pantheon. Khorne, the God of blood, slaughter and war, was a being dressed in an immense armor of thick metal and his cloak was fire that burned eternally. He sat on a throne of bones and skulls from individuals killed in his name. Tzeentch, the God of change, mutation, trickery, lies and sorcery, presented different forms according to the interpretations of different races and empires, the most prominent being a humanoid with the head of a large bird, wings, claws and feathers of dark blue and purple. Nurgle, the God of plague, disease and decay, was a giant with bone horns protruding from his head, his skin swollen and full of different forms of disease and blisters of pus, acid and various creatures that sprouted and ran throughout his body. And Slaanesh, the God of pleasure, lust and excess, consisted of a being with a woman's body, elven face and ears, as well as a beautiful and charming appearance, capable of seducing anyone who looked at him. Although he is interpreted as a woman by the Aeldari or a man by humans, the truth is that Slaanesh is an androgynous entity who could be whatever he wanted, combining the characteristics of both genders to form one.

Antony was sweating as he slept. The voices began to make him nervous.

“What do you want from me?”

You do not belong to this universe. You come from another world, which will also fall under our influence.” Tzeentch said in a cold, meticulous, hissing tone.

You have a potential unlike many beings in this universe.” Nurgle replied amidst the coughing and pestilent puffs.

We can offer you anything you desire,” Slaanesh replied. Then the other Chaos Gods who had been whispering in Antony's ears spoke at the same time. His eyes squeezed shut. The whispers echoed in his mind, leaving him troubled. Images appeared in his mind as these Gods of dark powers spoke.

Weapons of war and worlds conquered.” Khorne said, showing young Antony the image of himself as a champion of war.

The first was of the young boy standing, dressed for war and with a sword pointing at the horizon filled with red and orange clouds. Around him were several destroyed cities, with buildings falling to pieces after a war of global scale the likes of which had never been seen before. Antony's eyes glowed red, his teeth were sharp and pointed like saws, his body was formed by superhuman muscles, with some bone spikes emerging from his flesh and metal claws in place of his left hand. On his belt, he carried the heads of people he had killed, be they criminals, political leaders or even his former comrades.

Overwhelming power and supreme knowledge.” said Tzeentch, showing the image of the hero as the most powerful sorcerer under his command.

The second was of him carrying a sort of scepter or staff with a magical stone. It glowed blue, as did his eyes. He found himself in a dark chamber, illuminated by several bolts of lightning summoned around him and from the ceiling above. His attire consisted of long robes adorned with gems, magical symbols, and energy, with shoulder pads and pieces of armor of Egyptian design. Behind Antony was a manifestation of Tzeentch. Similar to its patronus, the creature resembled a two-headed bird with humanoid arms and legs. Its neck was long and its feathers were dark blue.

Eternal life and free of pain.” said Nurgle, showing the image of the hero as an immortal creature.

In the third, he found himself wandering in a world completely devastated by a virulent plague, extinguishing life across the planet. Those who survived were walking corpses of rotting flesh, with no hope of being rescued or cured. As for the young hero, his body was gray and green, with scars that had not healed and contaminated wounds, full of pus, secretions and acid. However, he showed no pain or discomfort from them.

Unending riches and insatiable pleasures.” Slaanesh said, showing the image reserved for a future filled with excessive pleasures for Antony.

In the last image, he was seen sitting on a kind of throne, with his body covered in tattoos, piercings and various deformations, such as some faces emerging from his chest, the fingers of his left hand were longer than those of his right, the forked tongue that resembled a serpent and horns on the top of his forehead. He carried a chalice of wine in his right hand. Around him were several scantily clad women, caressing his body; and various treasures and riches.

You can be anything you want.” whispered the God of Pleasure.

You only need to willingly surrender yourself to our cause.” said the God of Disease.

The Emperor of Mankind does not reign over his subjects as he claims for the Imperium.” said the Blood God.

He has no power over you. You have the power to choose.” finished the God of Mutations.

Antony tried to struggle on the bed, resisting those images and voices.

“No. No, please. Leave me alone!” said the hero, struggling on the bed.

As you are not part of the Imperium of Man, you are susceptible to our influence.” Khorne said, his background burning brightly.

No matter where you go or where you hide, we know you’re here.” Slaanesh said, stirring the boy's most primal instincts.

We are always watching you.” Tzeentch said, echoing deep in his mind.

And one day you will join us.” Nurgle added.

“I… I will never join you!” Antony said, lifting his body from the bed and his tone of voice.

Awake and sweating, Antony looked around. He was in the same hospital room, but alone. There was no one who heard him struggling, talking or screaming at those mysterious beings who approached him in his sleep. He put his right hand on his head after feeling a slight migraine. It could have been from the beating he received from the Ork Boss. But, he heard one last voice emerging from the room.

You will never escape one of us.” Then she fell silent.

The boy's breathing was short and his heartbeat was racing due to the visit of those Dark Gods and those sinister images of possible futures for him if he were to succumb to their influence. And with their departure for now and being alone, Antony chose to go back to sleep. He was afraid to close his eyes and be welcomed by the Dark Gods again.

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In the camp's communications room, Canoness Dolores sat down to access the Vox communications device to contact the Ordo Hereticus. Sensing that Antony could be an agent of Chaos, calling an inquisitor from the Order could be essential to prove whether he is in fact one or not, but that it would have some information that could be used regarding how he arrived in this universe.

The device was on. Dolores waited for the signal to reach one of the Ordo Hereticus's ships or operations stations. Until one of them answered the call, opening a communication channel with the commander of the Sisters of Battle.

“This is Canoness Dolores of the Sisters of Battle of the Order of the Silver Shroud. I must speak to one of the inquisitors of the Ordo Hereticus. This is a matter of utmost urgency.” the Canoness called through the Vox device. She could hear a bit of static, but the signal was clear to hear. Then a voice came.

Ah. Canoness Dolores.” replied a humanoid figure on the device's screen. It was a man with an ocular implant in place of his left eye, a sort of device installed in his throat, which prevented him from speaking through his mouth, and several mechanical arms on his back. The man in question was a Servitor of the Mechanicus working for the Ordo Hereticus. “It's been a while since you've appeared or contacted the Order.

“Blix, you know I get tired easily of having to listen to your voice.” replied the canoness, impatient with Blix, the servant of the inquisitors. “I must speak to Inquisitor Val Merkutius and I need it now.”

Ah, Dolores. You know the Inquisitor is too busy for anything related to the Order.” Blix said through the device. His tone of voice expressed a certain disapproval of her.

“I don't care. I must speak to him NOW!”

Blix sighed in dissatisfaction at Dolores's speech. “Fine. Whatever you say, Dolores. But the inquisitor doesn't like it when he's called during his meetings…

As the Servitor was about to finish speaking, he was interrupted by a deep voice coming from behind. Turning to see, it was a tall man with white skin, with part of his head made of metal cables connected at the top, a face of a man in his 67s, full of wrinkles and battle scars, a gray beard that had been recently shaved and amber eyes. His clothing consisted of a heavy coat of some kind of fabric, large dark brown boots, black gloves and shoulder pads that resembled those of a 19th century naval officer. He wore the same symbol that adorned the shoulder pads of the Sisters of Battle: a large capital “I” with a skull in the middle. His right arm and the two fingers of his left hand had been replaced with cybernetic implants.

I'll take over from here, Blix. Leave us.” said the inquisitor, ordering the Servitor to leave the room. Blix complied with his master's order. In the meantime, Dolores watched as Inquisitor Merkutius took his seat.

Dolores, I hope it is important to have called me from my meditation.” said the inquisitor with a cold and bitter expression.

“Sir, we have a situation that demands the Order's attention.” Dolores said, placing her arms behind her back.

Very well. I'm listening.

“We encountered a human boy during our offensive against the Orks. From his attire and customs, he claims to be from Terra many years before the creation of the Imperium of Man.”

That's impossible! No human could survive for many years, especially without the Emperor’s protection. It’s something that the Order has no interest in.

“It may even be irrelevant, but what caught my attention is that he claims to have come from his world to this universe through a Warp Portal.”

Hearing that, his left eyebrow rose, and with a cold expression mixed with disapproval, his body leaned forward towards the screen. “A Warp Portal? Are you sure about that, Canoness?!

“I do. I suspect he may be a heretic, an agent of Chaos who may be deceiving us. But when he mentioned an open Warp Portal in his world that is connected to ours, it is a clear sign that the forces of Chaos are planning some kind of invasion, capable of weakening us in this way.” the canoness replied seriously, placing her hands on the table.

And this ‘boy who came from Terra’, is he still with you?

“Yes. He remains in the hospital room, still under Imperial supervision.”

Inquisitor Merkutius turned away from the screen, leaning his back against the chair. With a less aggressive but still cold expression, he gave his next order. “Very well. We will send a ship with an escort to pick him up and bring him in for questioning. We will see if he knows anything more about the Portal.

Dolores kept her gaze on her superior through the screen.

But remember: He must not go anywhere, under no circumstances! You have your orders to eliminate him if he shows any sign that he is an agent of Chaos. Like you said, he might be a heretic. And heretics have no right to live.

“Understood, sir.” the Canoness greeted.

Merkutius ended the transmission from the Vox device on his side. With her orders received and informed of the Inquisitorial fleet on its way to retrieve Antony, Dolores leaves the room to meet with the other Sisters of Battle. Her eyes glow with fire, as she thinks that the boy still residing in the hospital room is either a heretic or an agent of Chaos, regardless of his claims to the contrary. She has orders to kill him if her suspicions are true. For now, she will wait for the fleet and let Inquisitor Merkutius take over the case.

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