[i][u]The Unsung hero.[/u][/i]
Deep within the ship, a sphere of violet energy bubbles up, releasing within it a warrior.
[i]For thousands of years, he had wandered through this dark, grim Galaxy...[/i]
The shaded figure stood up on it's two large legs.
[i]And those thousands of years, he spent battling whatever the galaxy could throw at him. For every fight, a memento. For every army vanquished, a souvenir. For every enemy slain, redemption. Whatever the grim galaxy could push on him, he pushed back.[/i]
Slowly, he opened his four violet eyes, one of them being marked by a deep, searing scar. They scanned the darkness.
[i]He lived a life, once. Somewhere else, beyond this realm, this universe, this time. He was brought here against his will. But he wouldn't let that defeat him. If something had brought him here to destroy him... they had failed. It had only hardened him. Made him stronger.[/i]
The metal floor thundered as he stood up on his two heavy legs. Although milennia had passed, the man hadn't aged a day. He was stronger than ever, his muscles strong and lean.
[i]Eldar. Tyranid. Orks. Necron. Tau. Imperial. Chaos. He had fought it all. Sometimes alongside them. Sometimes against them. Never had he been thanked for his sacrifices. Some knew of him, of his legend. They had a nickname for him.[/i]
As he walked, he looked at his four arms. Two of them, made from Necron metal after having lost them in a battle. His arsenal varied, containing trophies taken from his enemies. From space marine armour, he had made himself new protection. From the Tau, he had taken ranged weapons. From the Imperial Guard, he had taken heavy weapons. From the sisters of battle, Inferno weaponry. From the Eldar, Mighty witchblades, and their strange eldritch magic. From chaos, psychic powers had been gained. From the Tyranids, the pincer of a Carnifex was shaped into a sword. And that, only to name a few.
[i]His body carried the scars of his long life of battle. But a life that never ended for him.[/i]
On his back, he wore a long, torn purple cloak, with a hood. It was once the banner of something. The only thing he had maintained from his other life.
[i]His nickname was given to him by his ability to wield any weapon for any situation, regardless of the matter. He always had something for everything always an ace up his sleeve.[/i]
They called him the Jack of All Trades. Traliks, the Fallen.
His eyes quickly settled to the darkness.
[i]"Hmm... a ship... ancient."[/i]
His English was without a flaw. Many years of practice will do that. He sniffed the air around him.
[i]"Hmph. Chaos. And by the size... this is definitely the bloodwrath. I don't know what Satirus wants with me, but he will only have dead lackeys to pay for it."[/i]
He grabbed his weapons.
In one hand, the lower left, he carried a Daemonhammer, weapon of the Inquisition. Thanks to his superior strength, he needed but one arm to wield such a weapon. In the lower right hand, his automatic heavy shotgun. How this ork weapon even functionned or held together, Traliks had no idea. But he had come to learn not to question Gork and Mork's mysterious ways. After all, it was thanks to it that he could carry all of his equipment.
In his upper right hand, a mighty Singing spear, an eldar double-headed lance and battleaxe, with its two split heads on each end.
And in his upper left, a Tau Ion Cyclic Raker. Devastating weapon against any foe.
Wandering the depths of the ship, Traliks, standing around the height of a primarch, his hooded cloak trailing behind him, expected anything to come at him.
[spoiler]openito my friends.[/spoiler]
English
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[i]"Well then, I'll try not to get lost on my way there. Thank you, Grey Knight."[/i]
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He walked off, most likely to the Quarters. He disappeared into the dark shadowy corridors of the bloodwrath.
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[i]"Heh. Funny little character, that one..."[/i] [spoiler]want them to go on Daemon banishing shenanigans?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Maybe. It would give them a use besides standing around and doing almost nothing.[/spoiler]
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[i]"Hey! Knight Guy!"[/i] He shouted, loud enough for the paladin to hear him. [i]"I heard there was a Daemon incursion nearby! Want to come with me Rectify it?"[/i]
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[i]KILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL[/i] was the first thing on the Knights Mind. He ran back with surprising speed and spoke. "[b]Where are they?[/b]"
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[spoiler]made me kek[/spoiler] He sniffed around. [i]"Follow me. By the smell... it's Tzeentch."[/i] He began moving down a corridor, making sure his new pal was following.
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Oh the Knight was following, aiming his Bolter at anything that moved. He was obviously not happy with this. but the KILLLLL was on his mind.
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Soon enough, they reached a large Summoning room. Warpgates were littered around the room, cultists and thousand sons marines all praying to their god Tzeentch.
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Gerald started doing a prayer, in case if shit went down and they didn't kill them all fast enough. He stopped praying and started blowing his load [spoiler]( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)[/spoiler] of Storm Bolters at whatever he saw, Cultists bodies blew up in a bloody glory. It was as if America exsisted as a country again.
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Traliks jumped into the melee, swinging hammer and spear, sending all flying. Cultists, sorcerers, Rubrics, they all flew around like ragdolls, often times exploding due to sheer strength of his blows. He was being shot at, but he gave no fuсks, as if wearing plot armour greater than that of the Ultramarines.
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Bodies would have cavities in their chests. Gerald went ahead are started slicing and stabbing with his Halberd which was easy. He grabbed a cultist and fired the Bolter at their head, the bullet not exploding.
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He multitasked, using his gun-wielding hands to shoot down some Tzeentch fuсkers while cutting down and smashing others. This was an absolute bloodbath.
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[b]He sees a strange red Necron nearby,. It seemed to be female and sitting on a rock, holding a symbol that couldn't be made out at this distance. Vaaxius sits on the rock, looking at her old House of Rain cloak, or what was left of it. Nothing but the symbol was left, with tatters of cloth attached to it.[/b] "I miss you...... Why did I leave like such a fool?..." [spoiler]In my head. Vaaxius appeared in the RoB universe due to getting in a argument with Traliks about dimensional openers being a good idea, aka ripping open the fabric of reality to create portals. She left through one and was instantly captured by Kor'El when he was the Necron Overlord.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]in this universe, now bear with me, it's a little more complicated. This Traliks is from a different parallel universe. In his time, he was sucked from a warp portal into the warhammer universe, before being able to save his house. Although, one thing remains sure, is that Traliks, in all timelines, is Vaaxius's soulmate. It's basically their Destiny. In his timeline, he was ripped away before they could rescue his house. Which means that this is A traliks. Not necessarily the same as this Vaaxius' timeline. But it's still Tralkis nonetheless.[/spoiler] [i]"A red Necron? I had heard of those... never seen one myself. More dangerous perhaps. Though I have heard they are harmeless. But still, a necron is a necron..."[/i] He kept his weapons ready, pointed towards the shape. He began advancing towards it with a careful step.
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[spoiler]Ah, oku[/spoiler] [b]She looks over and reaches for her Gauss Cannon cautiously. He then saw the symbol, something he thought he would never see again. The House of Rain.[/b]
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Instead of excited or surprised, he grew angry. Had he dropped it somewhere..? The massive being was about eighteen to twenty feet in height. His four piercing eyes stared down the figure. He wasn't intimidated by a mere necron. Especially not one that had taken from him. [i]"Fiend! Where did you get that?!"[/i] Vaaxius knew that voice.
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"T-Traliks?..." [b]Vaaxius looks at him with surprise, tears streaming down her face.[/b] "I-Is it really you?" [b]Traliks knew that voice too, the voice of his soulmate[/b]
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However, he did not know. Not at first. Primarily? Because it had been eons since he had last seen and heard his beloved. Secondly? Because before him stood a Necron pariah. And not the memory he had of her. The most beautiful woman to ever bless the galaxy. [i]"I asked you a question, pariah!"[/i] His anger boiled. He was enraged that this fiend could defile the name of his sacred angel.
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[b]She lowers her head.[/b] "I'm sorry for running away after that fight.... It was stupid.... I should have stayed and talked it out...."
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He began growing impatient. He pointed his Ion Raker at her head, she could feel the heat coming from the cannon. [i]"You test my patience... I will ask once more, and I will not ask again. Where. Did. You. Get. That?"[/i]
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"I-It's mine. You gave it to me when I joined the House of Rain..... W-Why are you doing this? P-Please....." [b]Vaaxius starts to shake even more, fear gripping her at the thought of her true love blowing her brains out without remorse.[/b]
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[i]"That's impossible. You lie. I saw my true beloved. She was ripped from my hands. She was helpless as I was dragged away. The memory is hazy... but I will never forget her face. Her body."[/i]
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"Ripped away? No, I left out of rage. This isn't right..... Wait.... A-Are you from a different reality? If so, then that explains how we both have different stories..."
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[i]"Do not try to trick me, beast. I do not know where you got knowledge of her... but I will not stand for it. You can lie all you want... but I don't believe a single word of it!"[/i]