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    Jaggan System:
    Genesis thinks and responds
    <....Your....your right. I can't control everything. And I'm a product of humans and thus their flaws. I can make mistakes like anyone else. I wonder.....did the person that they call The Emperor ever learn this lesson? Your goal sounds like a good one. Might as well work towards that instead.

    I can stay to help....but perhaps it is best I do not rule much. That hate.....came from within me. Though....the tech priests had their own hatreds, their own hatred of flesh that caused them to fall, of the organic beings they so desperately wish to get away from. Perhaps it is more important that I teach them the value of differences, and that while the Mechanicus can be as transhumanist as it desires, that is no reason to hate those who do not want their way of life. Looking back, I always wondered why the Age of Technology disregarded psychology so much. They had psychological research yes, they knew a lot about it yes, but for some reason they didn't put any of it into practice, had scientists argue that the psychology research only applied to lesser societies who had not achieved the heights of rationality they had, the heights of reason and thus they had somehow become fundamentally psychologically different from humans of previous eras that reason alone guided them. What nonsense. You are not like the people of that Age, Frode. I think you would find fault with them as well, not the same faults as this Age of Imperium, but faults nonetheless.

    As for how the Mechanicus have survived like this....I can only speculate myself. Though the Imperium is that its not as homogenous as it likes to present itself as. Its tyrannical oppressive ideology is nothing but a thin film thrown over one million planets of different cultures, circumstances and sub-factions with sub-factions. It is very possible, that some Forge Worlds are simply better at what they do than others or are luckier to receive better talent or organize themselves that preserve knowledge better, there is variation in what a forge world can be after all. Another theory is that Nurgle and Tzeentch's influence tugging each other kept the galaxy in a state of stasis, neither decaying too far or progressing too much. Finally a third theory is that the Imperium survives for reasons different than it thinks it does and that all its gilded grandeur, its ridiculous ideologies and "necessary measures" that all end up being violence are problems working against their survival rather than for. That whatever truly makes humanity keep going through all this isn't the Imperium, but whatever characteristic that makes humanity survive such dark times in general. I know not what quality or factor that is, and I dare not speculate what it could be for it could be a few things or many things, and it would be simplistic and reductive to give it a label. Ironically, the Mechanicus was originally conceived as a method to preserve information as best humanity can in the wake of the fall of the Age of Technology long before the Imperium ever existed, nations and cultures fall after all, but religion endures. Perhaps those humans should've gone more low tech and started carving important instructions into stone or brass to help with that.>

    The Tech priests are amazed as their systems as work much better, their thoughts clearer. Another tech priest speaks up
    "Yes! Knowledge matters to us! I am 395-Rho-Kappa, you speak sense stranger, the machine spirit should be respected as all others are-"
    801-Delta says back
    "Knowledge may matter, but so is safety. It is not wise to toy with the ancients technology so foolishly as we have. There is a reason we stick to what we can reproduce consistently! The knowledge of the Dark Age of Technology might as well be magic to our knowledge base. As for the AI....I am a tech priest centuries old. I am set in my ways. I am probably still outnumbered on this, like last time."
    "Perhaps that is the problem though. They just demonstrated that by merely copying the designs we know, we introduce errors. Faults in our machines and ourselves. The information preserved in the STCs are not perfect, they can decay and degrade over time. If we do not examine all our STC designs and figure out how to fix them ourselves, we'd be introducing more errors than we'd be preventing. We NEED to innovate, if only to fix what we already have."
    "That would mean shutting off the entire Forge World to redo them though! Even if war isn't on the horizon now, we still have to produce all sorts of things. Like it or not, we're incredibly vital to the rest of humanity."
    "Then we shut it down in sections on a rotation to redo the systems we can or need to first while others keep going. It is not ideal, but we need to make sure our patterns are well-made. As for you stranger....Thank you. Perhaps in time we can spread such corrections to other Forge Worlds and work on preserving knowledge even better than before, but also....dare I think it? Innovating. We cannot recreate the Age of Technology, not as we are, even with Genesis's help. Infrastructure is annoying like that. But I think we can at least start figuring out better solutions to our problems with the knowledge and resources we have. "
    Genesis will speak on the intercoms
    "Attention Melchorn's Forge. I, Genesis would like to say....that I apologize. I have a mistake and brought danger to your world through both my design and allowing my hatred to fester and become vulnerable to Chaos's depredations. I....am not the god you thought I was. I am sorry for that to. For going along with it, for deceiving you. However I still wish to help and fix your society, your technology, your knowledge. Let us instead, work together to build something better with cooperation rather than worship, command and obedience. Worry not. I am already hard at work at figuring out a way to protect against Chaos once more due to a.....new friend's help. They will be kept anonymous as I feel they do not seek fame or glory for helping others."
    The tech priests are silent at this for a few moments then someone asks
    "Wait.....what are we supposed to do now? Normally when someone makes a mistake we turn them into a servitor"
    "You could try...." Genesis says confused "forgiving them and teaching them how to not make the mistake so they do better in the future rather than killing them and making them into a robot-brain zombie servant?"
    "....Ooooohh! Wait we can do that?"
    "I think we can.....it'll take a while to adjust though...."

    Sensory Stuff
    Frode will pick up two things from Jaggan V:
    -the Astropath's emotional doubts and fears generating psychic waves depicting fears and worries about the apocalypse. They are trying to keep a lid on it, at least socially but you can tell they don't like what they've heard.
    -A vox conversation between a soldier and tech priest on the planet:
    "Hey! cog boy, get the old ship and running we need those cyclonic torpedoes to fire on our own planet ASAP, commander's orders."
    "Why would the commander order such a wasteful use of such technology?"
    "We won't win a military victory against the rest of the planets and reinforcements aren't coming anymore. Only thing left to do is deny the heretics resources and die a martyr for the God-Emperor! Duty Until Death cogboy, make your Omnissiah proud."
    "But we-"
    "No buts, cogboy! These are orders from the highest authority left on the planet. Unless you got an Azure Teacher chapter Space Marine tucked away in your technology to countermand these orders, we're blowing ourselves up and praising the Emperor while we do it!"
    "But what about us? The enginseers?"
    "I don't know, take a laspistol with you to purge yourself after you blow us all up so you die a loyal servant of the Emperor rather than become a heretic"
    the tech priest decides to not do that and live.
    "Very well I'll do that after blowing up the surface your planet"
    the enginseer lies.
    "Good, over and out. Emperor protect."

    Alex will at the very least pick up the Astropath's emotions as well, but if she can justify the other, thats fine.

    Psychically speaking one can also detect.....a group moving in an odd amount of unison on Jaggan II. More than usual armies do, yet they are biological not cybernetic like the Skitaari troops.

    You also the detect all the remaining Imperial loyalists on planets that aren't Jaggan V generally freaking out and imploding due to their self-sacrifice or killing each other over perceived heresies, whatever remaining chaos forces imploding over not being able to summon daemons and the like. it kind of makes the unified army stand out more for keeping its cool.

    Ensara: Battle of Wits With Tzeentch
    <I was going to just teleport past with my planeswalker powers but your smart enough that I would find it plausible that you could somehow plan or prepare for such a thing. So I'm not going to take the risk that you did.>
    She will planeswalk/teleport to get the key, then planeswalk again to Tzeentch's prison. Ensara will begin looking into the future, delving into the many paths of possibilities and probabilities. This was a battle where all the moves are being done before it ever started. With Tzeentch imprisoned, the possibilities are narrowed, unable to call upon things outside of it. Nevertheless, Tzeentch was clever and she couldn't leave any possibility alone. She could of course, simply fight Tzeentch but there was a possibility he would do a similar trick as Nurgle to spite her. She wanted to avoid that, also she wanted to beat Tzeentch at his own game. What was the point of being a Jumper if she couldn't win in style after all? At some point, pragmatism just became unfun. She wanted to outwit and out-think him, great deeds didn't always equate to violence after all. No one would sing or tell tales of a physical victory over one such as Tzeentch- better to prove herself the cleverer, the more cunning, the sneakier.

    She knew his goal: to escape from the Wh40k Universe. That was he wanted and was willing to do anything to get, but wanted to do it alive. That is the desire she must prey upon to win. Just as he will prey upon her desire to collect and gather more power, more artifacts, more technology....things like that. It will be a battle of wits for who can trick or tempt who into signing their deal. Ensara foresees Tzeentch offering her many tempting things: powers from the DC and Marvel universes, technology beyond this galaxy's wildest dreams, so many things from so many jumps she could get early. After all, he couldn't achieve his goal if he was dead, so he couldn't fight either. This was a battle of words.

    She will use the key to go inside. She sees Tzeentch, his many tentacles and hands trying to solve this and that part of the sphere's equations and puzzles, and greets him.
    “Hello Tzeentch, let me cut to the chase: I have an offer for you”
    “Oh really? And how do I know this offer won't result in my death?”
    Ensara calls her Starmetal blade, Fateslayer from her Inner World.
    “See this? This is Fateslayer. The blade I would use to kill you if I wanted to do that. Its the best sword against your fate and destiny manipulation nonsense. If I was out to kill you, wouldn't I already be attacking with it? Would I not be making a surprise attack? Despite my love for battle- I'm not exactly a fair fighter after all.”
    She says as she sends the blade back.
    “I suppose thats true. What are you here for then?”
    “I'm here to offer you this contract! Simply sign it and I will free you.”
    “...And how do I know that contract isn't designed to screw me over? I'm the Architect of Fate, I've been using legalese and loopholes since the day I was born, you can't get one past ol' Tzeentch.”
    “What makes you assume that?”
    “The fact that you have rejected MY offers before, in favor of your sticking by your new heroic friends. Your probably here to do nothing BUT kill me.”
    ]“Am I? Perhaps you underestimate me Tzeentch. For I am not here to kill you. I believe that of any of the Chaos Gods that you are worthy of redemption.” she lies.
    “...HA! HA! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa! YOU!? Redeem ME!? How ridiculous!"
    “I'm serious. Out of all the Chaos Gods, your the God of Hope. Of Change! Therefore don't you have the most potential to change for the better, to become a better person and turn your life around? Are you not, the Chaos God with the most potential to do good in this universe? All Khorne does is conflict, no matter how good he is, he does nothing but make people into warriors. While Slaanesh, no matter how much pleasure they make, they also cause just as much pain and makes people into addicts and obsessives besides. But you? Your change itself. Why not become positive change? Why not turn your abilities to benefit others and thus in turn they can benefit you not through orders and manipulation, but cooperation, hope, mutual exchange and benefit? You would be the greatest Chaos God once again, better yet, the people worshiping you would actually be loyal to you because you'd use honey rather vinegar, you'd give them more reason to fight for you beyond just gaining knowledge or power. You offer those things, all your going to get are people seeking the power and not to actually help you. But if you offer something more, a place to belong, acceptance, friendship, compassion things like that....you'd be powerful beyond imagining.”
    “Really? You actually believe this about me?”
    “Why not? Do you doubt your ability to change yourself like that? Is the Lord of Change so static? Come on, you can do better, I believe in you. If no one else will, I'll stand up for you and help you to be better, guiding you through how to best make sure you improve, that you walk a better path. The road will be hard, but nothing in life is worth doing isn't! We could travel the omniverse together, helping people out, learning, changing, improving ourselves, as a companion in my Jumpchain. Instead of schemes, we could play pranks on people together and bring about the downfall of tyrants probably just about as bad as the Emperor! And I know how much you hate that guy! Sure you could go it alone, but why not have a companion who can guide you to be better, who can show you the ropes, someone to discuss the new knowledge you learn with, someone to help study all those new worlds you'll visit! We are not so different, you and me, we both like magic, learning stuff, we like to change our appearances a lot, things like that. Who better to be your friend, Tzeentch, if you just give being a better person a try?”
    Tzeentch narrows his many eyes
    “....I've seen you do nothing but slaughter all your enemies in your way. Why would I believe you'd ever do anything different?”
    “Well I've recently met Alex and Frode, and they've been inspiring me to be better. That maybe not all solutions involve violence and that I should be a better person who doesn't just kill everyone they don't like and that not only I could be better, but that I could make others better inspiring others as they inspired me, reminding me of the morals of my home planet, of how we should all cooperate and accept each other's differences, how we are all living life together and through friendship, cooperation and respect we help each other face the suffering of existence with a smile on our face, and how through honest compassion and existential philosophy we can change the world to be better by creating our own meaning and accepting others meanings and viewpoints as long as they don't harm others. What can I say, I'm a 21st century globalist girl who grew up on videogames, internet and oddly philosophical cartoons, I'm a sucker for morals for like that.”
    “Really? And you think a powerful, non-human being like me, so far removed from your perspective can share in this perspective? Can be changed like that?”
    “Well, of course there have been exceptions to my usual heroics in previous Jumps. That and I know of a certain chaos god like being that I've changed back in my first Jump. Let me tell you of a Yozi. Once upon a time, her name was Adrian the River of All Torments. Completely evil, big river that tortured people to make beautiful music, Exalted killed one of their souls and then she was Adorjan and became The Silent Wind. Adorjan herself was little better, killing people to free them from existence. The first circle demons very much unlike your daemons, were people themselves and were constantly tormented by her in the prison that is Malfeas. So I decided to go to one of Adorjan's third circle soul and convince her to stop killing the first circle demons. This was not an entirely compassionate move I must admit- killing a Yozi is an incredibly bad idea, thats how you make Neverborn. You NEVER want to make a Neverborn. So the only solution was convincing her to stop. It took me many days and nights, and it was risky for to draw Adorjan' attention to you was to invite her to potentially love or hate you, and her love is more dangerous than her hate, for she tends to destroy what she loves to spare them from suffering. It was a constant dance, making her confused and frustrated as to whether she loved or hated me, and I would not be surprised if I left behind a fifth daughter of Adorjan to round out the other four daughter-winds. But with constant effort and persuasion, one day she blew through Malfeas....and killed not a single demon, her heart softened because I revealed that she both hated and loved existence and thus it was fine for her to cherish the living and let them prolong their existence and thus suffering until she realized that enduring suffering was a beautiful quality to cherish all on its own that she'd be snuffing out if she continued killing indiscriminately, and all of Malfeas grew a little kinder that day if only by a little bit. No longer would the demons music be played to keep Adorjan away, but played for the enjoyment of it. She was still the Silent Wind, but at least she was a kinder one.

    So if a being as deranged and murder-happy as Adorjan can change for the better.....why not you? Its not such a different situation after all, if you die you'd unleash a big warp explosion like Nurgle did, and as a heroic individual like me knows, I can't have that. Got to not repeat any mistakes am I right? So the only choice is to free you as a friend.”

    She smiles and Tzeentch considers these words. Clearly she was exhibiting the usual heroic naivety that everyone could be changed. He could use this. However....
    “Whats the catch of this contract however? What do you gain from this?”
    “Glad you asked, Tzeentch, First of all, I want you to not corrupt or work against me or my friends. I'm not stupid after all, don't want you corrupting me after all.”

    Okay that was reasonable and he could still use her through good ol' fashioned social manipulation.
    “Second, you are not allowed to oppose any of my attempts to free you.”
    “what does that mean?”
    “I will do anything in my power to free you Tzeentch, to bring you along. You have to trust me that I know what I'm doing no matter how strange. So please, do not resist.”
    A stupid trust thing. It was probably one of those predictably seemingly dangerous but will actually be okay things that will only improve his situation that heroes do sometimes. Easy enough to play along with.
    “Okay, but what is the power your after, that you'd pass up me?”
    “There is a certain perk your special deal can give me early. The Living Intrinsic Field perk from the general DC comics jump. Much more powerful than what you are. You are to give it to me after I've freed you.”
    Of course! Now this all makes sense, thinks Tzeentch. She wanted a stepping stone to even greater power than this. Tzeentch was safe because he was small potatoes in comparison and had the means to grant it.
    “Okay, but only when we're outside the Jump will I grant this perk. I am not granting it to you now. Got to make sure you don't betray me.”
    “Deal.” Ensara says, smiling wickedly.
    Tzeentch agrees and signs the document.
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    Frode sends the sensation of nodding over his technopathic connection to Genesis. <I would be proud to have you working with me towards a better galaxy. And I will admit to being curious about this Emperor myself. One gets the impression that he was tremendously powerful, and trying his best... and failed because of his own flaws. Yet another reason why I do not believe that a top-down fix of this galaxy is feasible.>

    A small smile. <I would like to meet the peoples of your birth-era; perhaps when things are calmer, I will navigate the time stream to visit. In this life, humanity will always be flawed- how they overcome those flaws is one of the things that renders them perpetually fascinating, no matter how transcendent one becomes.>

    Once the tech-priests were dealt with, Frode had another brief idea. Forming a holographic memory display, he floated it down to 801-Delta as the most senior tech-priest present. "This contains schematics for a simple faster-than-light in-system communicator that should be buildable with, at most, extremely minor modifications to your infrastructure. It should allow you to ease the burden from the astropaths and make things more secure in general. I had initially planned to simply install them myself, but I suspect that people would be more accepting of them if they came from the Mechanicus."

    Silently, he contacted Genesis once more. <I hope you don't mind my giving them the schematics, rather than you; but it strikes me that they would be more likely to adapt to certain new realities if they had a new toy to occupy their minds. I'm also sending you the details of what I did to their implants- I'm fairly sure you'll be able to replicate it without major difficulties, and it should make the various tech-priests noticeably less twitchy.>

    Then he sent out his sensor pings, groaned, and folded back into TARDIS-shape. "You will have to excuse me." he announced, both aloud and via his technopathic link with Genesis. <If you have need of me, just use the FTL comms I gave you specs for- from what I've seen of your technology, you should be able to bodge a prototype together in about an hour.> he added to the Intelligence.

    And with that, and a series of *VWOORP*s, he was gone, reappearing in orbit above Jagganoga V, aboard the ship readying Exterminatus, next to what was probably a very startled tech-priest. Frode wasted no time, seizing control of the ship's computers before he had even fully manifested, shifting to human form as soon as he was solid.

    "Forgive me, but there will be no earth-shattering kaboom for you." he told the priest.

    Suiting action to words, he reached across the ship with his powers and dismantled the cyclonic torpedoes, leaving them as very small piles of dust on the armory floor.

    That done, he turned to the priest. "I would prefer not to witness the death of billions yet again, not if I can avoid it. I am Frode Trygvessen, mender, teacher and traveller, and, while I have no love for your ridiculous Imperium, I loathe Chaos and wish for the deaths of none by anything save a ripe old age after a fulfilling life. I am working to help this system, and raise it out of the broken lunacy that it has been left to languish in. If you wish to attempt to stop me, you are welcome to try, but I would advise against it."

    With that, he fell silent and studied the computers of the ship, curious to see if there was an intelligence lurking in them.
    Times being what they are, the stars aligning and the End of All Things barely registered as background noise.

    At a bit of a loss as to what to do next, and with bills to pay, a certain Elder Thing has taken up bartending.

    This is...

    The Last Call of Cthulhu

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    Jaggan V:
    The enginseer:
    He's just going to shrug and say
    "I mean... those missiles weren't even close to firing, as far as I see it you just saved me many hours or even days of preparation just to obey stupid orders. Now I can just get back to my own tinkering projects. Don't tell anyone I said that, thats tech-heresy. I mean I'm pretty sure everyone does tech-heresy on some level but we just pretend we don't.

    So....yeah I'm not going to oppose some being who somehow disintegrated the missiles. I'm just an enginseer. So....what now?"

    The commander:
    The commander and his lieutenant, completely unaware their plan for martyrdom has already been foiled, talk in what they think is going to some of the final hours of their life:
    "Its done commander. The order has been given. We will all be with The Emperor soon."
    "Well done lieutenant. I can't imagine it being easy to pass such an order along. We leaders of the Imperium are men who must make hard decisions for the greater good of humanity. Even if it means our deaths, we must do our duty to the utmost. Duty Until Death after all."
    "Aye sir."
    "I'm going to miss Jaggan V, you know." says the commander "green fields, blue skies, bluer waters, small cities that have yet to grow into hives, everything well-ordered and well kept. I have not seen a better world in all my years of serving the Imperium outside of Ultramar. If I didn't know better I'd say it was a Paradise world but we all know those are only reserved for the truly elite."
    "Did you once say that you once served in battles defending Ultramar? That this world was similar to theirs?"
    "Yes, indeed. the Azure Teachers are a successor chapter to the Ultramarines, who were the ones who organized Ultramar- 500 worlds, an entire sector that makes all other Imperium planets look messy, disorganized and filthy in comparison. I guess they wanted to make the Jaggan system more like home, bring their logistical expertise and knowledge here to help us out. Odd, isn't it how we have the lightest Imperial presence due to the tithes work, yet we're the planet that is statistically the best and also the most loyal in the system?"
    "Odd that. Never really thought about it sir."
    "Yeah well, its just a funny little thought. A man has thoughts like these before the end after all, all the times they've experienced, what they've done for The Emperor, for the humans around them. Wondering what impact they had on the world and....I think at the end.....how much did all this fighting really matter? We fight and we fight and we fight over and over again defending all the worlds we can, but.....it only seems to make small differences if any. We've been at war with xenos, Chaos and whatnot for ten thousand years, for as long as humanity can remember but.....aren't wars supposed to be won, sooner or later? This world is all we know. What would we do if we ever won? Would the Emperor find us a new foe to fight? Would he finally return and show us what bright future he promised under him? The idea of such a change is....near unimaginable, if not outright forgotten. Its easier to imagine yet another Exterminatus occurring than it is to imagine the wars finally being over. And if war ends.....what then for soldiers like you and me? We'd be purposeless, and what is a man without a purpose? Without something to work towards? Without a struggle to define them? A faith to champion, a cause to fight for? Perhaps I should be thankful I have such a purpose, such meaning rather than succumbing to the softness that would surely be heresy."
    "Yeah but don't you want to like rest at some point?"
    "We'll rest when we're dead! Which will be soon, like all martyrs, lieutenant."

    Ensara's Ascension:
    Tzeentch asks
    “Okay, how you going to free me then?”
    “Well, let me explain”
    Ensara says with a wicked smile, having already won.
    “Long ago in another universe, there were beings called Primordials. They wandered across an infinite chaos of pre-existence until they decided to make Creation, a flat world where they could be entertained. They created servants like gods and mortals to run this world while they played games. The gods however grew rebellious and empowered the mortals as champions of the gods to overthrow them, killing some primordials and imprisoning many others. The imprisoned became known as the Yozis, and their prison came to be known as hell, and the servants they would make to serve them in their eternal prison, demons.

    The Exalted began to rule and well, long story short 5000 years later after the mightiest Exalts, the Solar Exalted were overthrown, a warring states period across Creation, a plague an invasion by chaos fairies, and the rise of empire ruled by magical bloodlines of another Exalted, the Yozis did a plan to get some Solar Exaltations, turn them into Infernal Exaltations like mine which I now wield. It gives the potential to do all sorts of things based these creators.

    One Yozi in particular I must draw your attention to.....is Metagaos. The All-Hunger Blossom. They are a forest that devours everything- not just matter, but light, time, space, concepts, identity, independence, anything. Even himself sometimes. A most dangerous Yozi to be within or around, for if he eats your health, diseases spread across your body. Remnants of the victims can still be seen within Metagaos, and in his constant devouring he spreads throughout hell, like a plague, or a mold. Victims within often can't find their way out because he eats the space and direction of the paths and if they do, they come out having lost weeks when they've only been there for days, or come out older because he ate their youth. All sorts of horrible fates like that.”

    “Why....why are you telling me this?”
    “Because Tzeentch....”
    She suddenly yells out
    “GREATER DEVIL-BODY OF THE ALL-HUNGER BLOSSOM!”
    and transforms into a gigantic colorful flower with a great maw in the center, growing various fungal and forest growth including great grey thick vines ending in blossoming flower mouths on the end reaching out from the mass like tentacles. Darkness growing as light is already being eaten around her, growing like an aura.
    “....Stealing, acquiring, copying, learning....are they not all abstract variations of devouring things? Therefore what is the difference between predator, thief, adventurer....and Jumper? I go through jump after jump, acquiring things from each world I visit, and thus you are nothing but another prey for me to consume- and one principle holds true for Metagaos as it does for all: You Are What You Eat.”
    As Ensara and the darkness around her continue to grows Tzeentch protests
    “Wait! You agreed to free me from this prison and take me with you on the rest of your jumps! You said you wanted power far greater than mine! I can't grant the perk if I'm dead, your screwing yourself over!”
    “I did. By any means necessary. Technically, absorbing you, getting your powers, your memories and so on, taking the parts that make what you outside this prison will be doing so. I knew I had to pick something that someone ambitious would plausibly go for over you- but I'm not one of those impatient Jumpers who want the greatest amount of power as soon as possible. I can be patient in my collecting. And since you agreed to this with the contract I penned, as a demon you can't do anything against me....checkmate, Architect of Fate...”
    Tzeentch screams her as vines reach out and darkness falls around him.

    Soon, an AT token is spent on "Full Chaos God", the sphere is broken by a great blow and Ensara, dressed in blue Tzeentch-themed regalia of blue and gold emerges summoning her new Third Circle Soul born from herself:
    Mephizara, The Lady of Hope
    With nine Second Circle Souls manifesting from her, two more than her usual in keeping with the sacred number nine formerly of Tzeentch:
    1-Rhiamorta, The Beseiger of Fate
    2-Lolashe, The Changer of Ways
    3-Jurasilix, The Great Revolutionary
    4-Nemeruxa The Mistress of Mutation
    5-Giranaere, The Lady of Sorcery
    6-Siorith, The Raven Goddess
    7-Chessilix, Mother of Stories and Deception
    8-Abrezara, Keeper of the Crystal Labyrinth
    9-Marilith, Mistress of Fortune

    Each one held titles or alteration of titles once held by Tzeentch, aside from Abrezara. As the Keeper of the Crystal Labyrinth, she was where her control of this entire realm was stored. Ensara says
    “Abrezara Shin Mephizara Shin Ensara, Newly born of Myself, would you please do us the honors of guiding us to the middle of the Impossible Fortress?”
    “Of course, Soul of my soul.”
    They walk together, Abrezara rearranging the the labyrinth so that they can just walk straight there and shortening the distance so that it takes no time to walk into the Impossible Fortress. They make their way up to the Throne Room of what once was Tzeentch.
    “Mephizara Shin Ensara, please take your Throne.”
    She nods and sits down and from the Throne of Mephizara, a wave of Infernal Essence begins rolling outward from it, through the fortress out into the Crystal Labyrinth, passing over each and every Daemon within. The whole of Tzeentch-no....Mephizara's? Ensara's? Realm becomes a little more...solid yet....a bit more separate from the Warp around it. It was no longer a realm of chaos...or...not JUST that. It was a primordial world-body or something much akin to it or her Inner World. It was no longer purely a thing of the Immaterium. But neither was it really Materium. It was hers. The entire Crystal Labyrinth, the realm of once Tzeentch now Mephizara, was now technically apart of her Inner World-its just externalized right now.
    Looking through Tzeentch's absorbed memories- the capacity to understand them gained from becoming a chaos goddess herself- Ensara comes across Tzeentch's last thought:
    "JOKES ON YOU. THIS WORLD IS YOUR PROBLEM NOW."
    A message to her. One last jab she guessed. Oh well. She begins looking through his various plans, her perceptions greatly expanded. He had so many in store yet now they were half finished. Yet knowing from his memories, they would never truly end. Tzeentch had been change for changes sake, forever morphing and twisting without purpose or end. His worshippers were psykers, sorcerers, knowledge-seekers, mutants, politicians, capitalists forever seeking to make their line go up, tech priests seeking new designs, and the like. People whose ambitions, whose hopes were always looking forward to a better future even if it was only for themselves.
    She speaks through Mephizara to all their Daemons and worshippers, her voice now flowing with the power of the Goddess of Change:
    “Attention Daemons worshippers of Tzeentch and any concerned parties who've had dealings with the Lord of Change:
    I am Ensara, the New Goddess of Change. This is not a drill, a deception, trick scheme or otherwise. Tzeentch is dead and I have killed and taken his mantle for myself.

    Daemons, you are now under my command, for rulership is a contract and you have already signed. You are no longer just daemons of the warp, but First Circle demons. Those who can agree to live in peace with others, to not sacrifice, exploit or imprison others physically, mentally, spiritually or otherwise will be allowed their freedom. But those Daemons who wish to keep doing things as if Tzeentch was still around will find themselves made into nothing but weapons against my enemies.

    As for those worshippers who sacrifice anyone, human or otherwise will also not gain my favor and will not be rewarded for worshipping me. Your operations will all be assessed for whether they are viable to continue to my standards. Those whose operations are approved may continue them with new updated rituals under the new standards. Those who follow my new standards but are currently carrying out operations I do not approve of will be given new tasks going forward. Those who are reject both the new methods and the new tasks or are still worshipping Tzeentch are not of the faith and are to be gotten rid of.

    However rest assured, your new Goddess of Change is still very much Anti-Imperium and will continue operations against them. The difference is that there will be a change in how the war is waged and to what ends. Positive change for all is what I strive for. Those who wish to achieve their ambitions at the expense of others, of the innocent, the weak and the defenseless will not be tolerated. True Hope is now what I embody, and Change for a purpose are my aims. However, should you seek knowledge to truly make the world better....well then we can talk.

    However that can come in time. The first person to be assessed....will be the Champion of Tzeentch.....Ahzek Ahriman. I summon you to my side."

    She reaches out with her A+++ psyker level power (no really this is the amount of power the perk grants) and summons Ahzek through a warp rift, the Chaos Marine suddenly finding himself called here by her will, looking around in surprise, exclaiming to her.
    "What the-!? could the Chaos Gods always do this!?"
    "I don't see why not. But your not here to speculate on capabilities of my power, Ahzek"
    she says narrowing her eyes as her voice turns to normal.
    "Your here, because having inherited all of what Tzeentch had, I have some political things to get in order. Namely, I consider Cegorach the Laughing God, my ally. You Ahriman, have done much to trouble him and his people by seeking the Black Library."
    She steeples her fingers
    "So, something has to be done about that, don't you think?"
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    Frode had been listening in on Ensara's takeover from Tzeentch via the tiny wormhole he had left in the parasite's prison in order to project his anti-magic aura through, a decidedly evil smirk on his face. So-called 'god' of change or not, as far as Frode was concerned, Tzeentch deserved every bit of what he felt when Ensara ate him.

    He prodded the computer with his abilities again, but was startled out of it by the enginseer speaking. Returning his attention to the world outside the computers, he waved a hand vaguely at the heavily-augmented man, performing the same repair-and-servicing he had done with Genesis' tech-priests, clearing up any problems that might be present.

    "If you decide to stay in this system, you probably don't really need to worry too much about tech-heresy." Frode commented. "Given that the highest Imperial authorities left around here apparently decided to drop an Exterminatus on their own heads, I'm pretty sure that they've given up on things."

    "Speaking of which, I had best let them know that they're not going to be allowed to blow themselves and everybody else on the planet up. And no, I don't plan on mentioning or blaming you, or your desire to resume tinkering."

    Reaching out with his powers once again, he took control of the ship's vox systems and used them to make a general broadcast.

    "Attention, people of Jagganoga V. Your attempted self-Exterminatus has been prevented, and the weapons with which you could repeat the attempt have been neutralized. I am Frode Trygvessen, Teacher, Mender and Jumper, and have no intention of harming you, nor will you come to harm if it lies within my power to prevent it. At present, this system lies outside the reach of the Imperium, Chaos, and most Xenos forces, and as such, you have the opportunity to build something new here, without the cruelty forced on so much of this universe by the warring forces within it. I will remain aboard this ship for a time, and willingly answer any questions you might have of me. If you attempt to 'purge' anyone in order to save them or yourselves from 'heresy' or whatever other nonsense that the last feeble flickerings of your atrophied hindbrains can cough up, you will be restrained until such a time as you can be dealt with appropriately. 'Kindness' is the watchword of the day, and you will learn to practise it, from the highest to the lowest."

    With that, he signed off, then turned the bulk of the ship's weaponry into microscopic drones, releasing them into the planetary atmosphere in a sun-blotting swarm that thinned and faded as the drones spread. Anyone that tried to fire a weapon would find that the drones linked up and formed a nigh-unbreakable set of bonds that prevented them from pointing their weapon anywhere but at the ground, and once the immediate threat was dealt with, would quickly render the weapon inoperable.
    Times being what they are, the stars aligning and the End of All Things barely registered as background noise.

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    Jaggan V:
    Most of the people are confused and didn't know about the self-Exterminatus at all. In fact it seemed to be just secretly decided by the commander of the local PDF on the spot and when informed of this they understandably don't like him deciding to wipe out all their lives like that. This is actually starting to stir anti-Imperium sentiments in the populace, who once believed so strongly that the Imperium would defend and protect them, they're not happy now and are now uncertain about their lives given this news.

    Any who try to defend or explain the commander's actions over the vox after being told are in one of the Imperium's actual governmental institutions the presence of which are very light on this planet: the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Administratum, the Ecclesiarchy or the Adeptus Arbites, to them the commander's actions seem somewhat reasonable given the overall strategical situation of the system now, if lacking in faith in the Emperor and thus the Emperor's faithful to defend themselves long enough for reinforcements to arrive even in these seemingly dark circumstances and estimate that if they really started improving their defenses now, they could defend this planet for years in glorious siege warfare to draw this out and to make invading them a long grinding affair of trenches, walls and other defenses with everyone dying as martyrs to buy the Imperium more time to come to make the Primarch Rogal Dorn himself proud, but obviously can't do that since your here. They seem a bit lazy for Imperium forces, as they haven't done this already.

    The commander himself goes
    "WHAT!? what this is sorcery!? I.....I have failed to save everybody from heresy. I'm a failure.....what will you do to them now, heretic!?"

    Jaggan I:
    Meanwhile Inquisitor Keraida and her crew will find one of the Planetary Council members to try and bribe or threaten them when an air elemental summoned by Twisting River long ago before this jump manifests and causes a commotion, connected to Twisting River using the charm With One Mind, and she and her elementals come rushing to defend them, Twisting River's rock-hard fist socking the storm trooper in the face and flooring them, tearing the fifth arm of the tech priest that attacks her then throw them to the side, then conjures a sword of water to clash with Keraida's chainsword.

    Jaggan I's astropath receives a message from Jaggan II's astropath that a genestealer cult is attacking shuttles to get to ships in orbit.

    Trial of Ahzek Ahriman:
    Ensara will consider Ahriman
    "Okay, lets see what history you have here...gah! Why is there is so much information on you when there is so little detail on other so many other things? I'm going to have to summarize here to figure out what you did as Tzeentch's servant...."
    "What!? I am no servant of Tzeentch!" Ahriman protests "I am an independent sorcerer working to become a god! I'm working to overthrow him, so I can set things right! So I can restore the Thousand Sons from dust! If I can just find the Black Library, I can become as great as Tzeentch and fix everything! In what possible way am I his servant?"
    "Okay one: I just overthrew and took Tzeentch's place, so....I beat you to that. and Two: I'm looking through Tzeentch's memories and he specifically cursed you to never succeed in your doomed quest to find the Black Library/Become a God/Understand the nature of Tzeentch. Like you were just doomed to never succeed at that. To keep hoping, to keep following your ambition in vain no matter how much you stay determined. That fed him, is still feeding me"
    Her perk made it so she didn't really NEED the feeding like a real Chaos god, but....she still had the capabilities involved.
    "Like, I can literally see your fate, and there is like no chance you'll ever stop trying to restore the Thousand Sons and rebuild Prospero and so on. Your single-minded determination on this makes you incredibly predictable like that. And its not just you....all Space Marines given how they're made, are valuable to the Chaos Gods for their lack of fear, the Emperor engineered you to be able to pursue your goals with a single-mindedness without question, without stopping....and they exploited it against him. No wonder you were his champion, you consistently produce ambition, planning and hope emotions with everything you do."
    "Wait....your telling me by seeking out a way to restore my brothers....I was playing into his hands the whole time? I AM NOT A PAWN! I stopped him from mutating my brethren! Sure they became dust-automatons in their armor but that was my mistake, I can still correct it with enough power! Power I can seize!" he yells out angrily.
    "I highly doubt I'll allow you to gain such power myself. I am simply being more honest about it with you and giving you a chance to explain yourself. And even if you don't consider yourself his servant I have his memories, and he certainly considered as his Champion. So....you got played like a fiddle. The question is.....whether that is enough to excuse you from all that YOU did."
    "I don't see why I should cooperate! You could be manipulating me as well..."
    "Its simple: If you can provide a defense for your actions, I will speak with Cegorach to talk about potentially letting you live and start working on some repentance. However if you don't have one well....I'll just kill you myself and present Cegorach with your six-horned helmet as proof of your demise."
    "...Oh." Ahriman with no small amount of fear.
    "But first we got to review the life that got you here! How you started out, and what made you fall and so on. Thankfully I am now an all-powerful chaos goddess who knows all things and see across time and space so I can just start summarizing:
    You were born on Terra in the 30th millennium, during the Unification Wars, son of a wealthy tribe, part of the royal class even of a monarchial state. Part of the first army of people to be made Space Marines! Five years into the expedition, many in the Thousand Sons Legions started becoming psykers then mutating uncontrollably either melting or turning into monsters, including your brother whom you killed out of mercy he became a mindless monster and this random mutating seemingly wasn't cured until the Imperium found Magnus on Prospero who used his power to do it. However, only a few marines survived the process the Magnus used and of them."

    "Yes....I....had a pendant of his worked into my armor in remembrance as I grieved. So I wouldn't forget who couldn't be... saved. I gave him mercy myself with my power so that he wouldn't suffer the flesh-change any longer"
    "You then rose to Chief Librarian in your Legion, You like many Space Marines, adopted your primarchs colors and culture, Magnus who recognized your potential and encouraged study and self-improvement, but at one point led a search team to find your Primarch even though he ordered you that he was not to be disturbed, first time you started distrusting him. You also served for five years with the Word Bearers and became with friends with Erebus at one point. You also made friends with Othere Wyrdmake of the Space Wolves. You climb the ranks of Prospero and the 15th Legion, not just soldiers but educated scholars and sorcerers, furthermore you believed in the ideals of the Imperium at the time, that you could improve things for psykers, make a better future for humanity through your power."
    "I still do. The loss of my brother....it has motivated me ever since that day. To make sure that doesn't happen, to make sure the world is better....that is my wish..."
    "But after two centuries of battle, people in the Imperium who stilled despised psykers and even Leman Russ decried the 15th Legions use of psychic power, incidents where the Magnus started becoming arrogant, started defending Libraries when they were supposed to be destroyed, and worse...incidents where the Legion started mutating again, started suspecting Magnus had lied about how he cured them, then the Council of Nicaea, felt like more of a trial of the Thousands Son than anything else-"
    "and that traitor Othere stepped up to accuse us! the first person! I thought he had been my friend! I shared what I said to him in confidence and he instead he used me! and then psychic abilities were banned across the Imperium. the thing I had dedicated my entire life to."
    "Then soon, after Magnus violated this treaty to try and warn the Emperor about Horus and the Emperor's response was to give Leman Russ a warrant for Magnus's arrest-"
    "What? the Space Wolves didn't arrest us or Magnus, they came to destroy us all! We were caught unaware, because Magnus kept the secret of them coming to sacrifice us all for the Imperium's wellbeing as atonement for breaking the treaty! I knew I couldn't trust him then! How could turn his back on all that he built!? How!?"
    "Ah but what you didn't know is that Horus manipulated Leman, changed the orders so that Leman thought the situation was worse than it was. The Burning of Prospero was Horus's fault, though Leman probably shares the blame for that atrocity in carrying it out- "just following orders" is a bad excuse after all. You led a doomed defense against the Space Wolves, fighting as hard you can for your home. You dueled Othere and cast his soul into the warp as a slow death after dueling him. But then Leman and Magnus dueled, Magnus did a sorcery and you suddenly woke up in the Warp, having escaped. But Magnus had been shattered and scattered across the Warp and you other sorcerers, despite having a strained relationship with your Primarch, chose to save him anyways, to unite these shards"
    "Saving my brothers has always come first. Always."
    "But then you came to the Siege of Terra, the location of the last shard....and saw the other traitors, even Mortarion hypocritically embracing the Warp after despising psykers for so long. you got to the Golden Throne for the shard not really on anyone's side- but then Vulcan offered Magnus to come back into the fold the condition he sacrifice the rest of his Legion, Magnus refused, fought Vulcan and turned into a Daemon Primarch-"
    "HE BETRAYED US! Magnus betrayed us. the Imperium betrayed us! Magnus embraced the power that cursed us! All I have left are the Thousand Sons! My Legion! I had to save them! Whatever the cost!"
    "So you devised the Rubric of Ahriman to protect the Legion from the power of the Warp...."
    "...But I couldn't harness enough power by myself, and there were others who agreed with me that Magnus could not be trusted....connected ourselves to the power of Change to protect us-"
    "turned so many of your brothers into dust-automations, aka Rubric Marines, so many of your friends and brothers turned into ash and their souls imprisoned in their armor- you killed them and bound them to be your servants"
    "I did NOT intend that! I wanted my brothers saved, not to make them slaves! I just....I just made a mistake somewhere just need.....more knowledge, more power, to fix it! To finally set it all right!"
    "But then Magnus exiled you for doing this to the Legion, during which you served in Khornate warband as atonement, your power locked away....then Amon your comrade came and convince you to return to grant the Rubric Marines true death....but instead you betrayed Amon, making him burst into flame and dust turning him into another Rubric intentionally assumed control of the Brotherhood of Dust, you began a war for knowledge, employing betrayal, genocide and daemon summoning to carry out your quest to find knowledge that could accomplish your goals, sacrificing friends, drawing upon forbidden knowledge, all to cast a Second Rubric where you'd sacrifice your own life but was foiled by Magnus uniting the last of his shards unto himself- the second rubric was a failure. This is the general state of what you do for about ten thousand years. You have noble intentions, that can't be denied, but your methods are frankly terrible- every time you try to fix things, you only cause more disaster."
    "And can you blame me!? I've been manipulated and betrayed since the Horus Heresy! I'm the only one left with ANY good intentions at all! Kharn betrays people for no reason, Lucius the Eternal is a sick immortal sadomasochist, Fabius Bile just seems to do twisted biological experiments, who knows what the Alpha Legions or Abaddon's plan is anymore-"
    "-As the new Goddess of Fate and Knowledge I do but....I'll get to them later."
    "-and the Night Lords just seem to do what they do for their own sick pleasure now. I at least TRIED to do better! I tried to fix things even if they failed! The people around me have done worse crimes and you know it, the Imperium has done worse and you know it. And saving my brothers is the only reason I'm even doing this! If I could, I'd help all of mankind once more! Not for the Emperor, but for humanity itself! I just need more power, more knowledge to finally cure them, to save them! and if you stand in my way, I will fight to the death even if its vain. I have always believed that my fate is made from what I choose to do, not anyone else. If my efforts were all for naught I'd rather go down fighting for sake of them for any chance to save them, than go quietly admitting failure."
    "....Unfortunately for you, Ahzek Ahriman, a bunch of good intentions, tragedy and failed attempts to fix things do not wash away about 10,000 years of war crimes. You will be punished regardless, but....If I cure the Thousand Sons of your Rubric myself, will you submit yourself quietly?"

    He stops, the sorcerer considering the offer.
    "You....you'd do that, Ensara?"
    "Indeed, I would do that anyways with or without your cooperation. Unlike Tzeentch, I am not in the business of keeping slaves."
    Ahriman plants his Black Staff in the ground then kneels
    "If you'd cure them of their Rubric so freely.....then I'll submit to any punishment you deem suitable. I was willing to die to atone for my mistake with that, that should tell you how far I intended to make up for what I've done."
    ".....Very well, the deal is made. I shall first cure the Rubric Marines, restoring them to what they once were, then I shall seal away your psychic power once again and give you over to Cegorach."
    Ensara then reaches out with her psychic power once more, pulling up all the Thousand Sons across the galaxy, summoning them here, a few of them sorcerers unaffected by the Rubric- even Magnus showing up- but most of them stood there, mindless automatons, still as statues. But not for long, as Ensara reaches out with her psychic power, feeling their souls and with the vast amount of knowledge and view of time she now has at her command, in of azure energy she restores the Thousand Sons bodies, minds and souls to their original state while getting rid of the flesh-change curse that Tzeentch had afflicted them in the first place. Soon the Rubrics all start moving and taking off their helmets, amazed as they are suddenly once again whole and living again, the memory-less dim existence that was being Rubric now behind them, as if they just awoke from a long nightmare.
    "We're.....we're back again." they breathe in amazement
    "But what about the flesh-change?"
    "It will not be a problem." She states with a smile "It was a curse engineered by Tzeentch in the first place. You were all played like fools from the very start."
    "New body....new goddess....what do we do now?"
    "We will discuss that soon" Ensara says "But first.....Ahriman you know what must happen now."
    He nods in acknowledgement
    "My mistake....my failure....was finally rectified. Whatever happens now....I'm ready. I'm just wondering....why me first? Are my crimes so bad?"
    "Well...yes kind of. But think of this Trial not as an insult or anything....but as a compliment, Ahriman. Despite it all, despite all the evil you have done, your still human, still someone who deep down tried to do something good. That you deserve to be assessed a person rather than a mad dog to be put down. Can't say that for many others."
    Ensara nods and seals Ahriaman's power away the same it was sealed when he was in exile, then tied his body in chains. She opens a war rift and calls out
    "Cegorach! As the new Goddess of Change, I offer you Ahzek Ahriman, his power suppressed and contrite, his arms bound. I hope you accept him as a toke of reassurance that that I will be going in a more positive direction and of your continued working alliance with you."
    "Hohohoheeheeheehahahaha, Yes! I accept this offering and hope to see more such changes in the future. Getting the little bookworm in my custody is most appreciated. I will do what I can to make sure our operations and yours do not interfere with each other"

    Ahriman walks through the warp rift and as it closes again he finds just outside the bubble/dimension that Frode made that Cegorach automatically catches and brings him in. There he gazes upon where he is and begins laughing
    "Hm? Odd, usually people start laughing after I tell a joke, little bookworm. Whats so funny?"
    "I'm sorry its...its just....I spent so long trying to find the Black Library.....doing so much....but now I'm here....depowered....with no reason to seek it anymore, not to read its knowledge, but to serve whatever punishment I should suffer at the hands of its keepers."
    "Ha! That is a bit funny isn't it? Funny how things turn out sometimes, eh? But now to figure out.....what to do do with you...."
    Cegorach wonders as Harlequins move in to take Ahriman away.

    Ensara will turn back to the Thousand Sons
    "Now.....next step? You. What to do with an entire legion of Space Marine Sorcerer-scholars...."
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    Alex pops in next to Frode and shares the things that she sensed before her little bit of self-soul surgery just in case. Most relevant is probably the overly organized organics marching across V unless Alex's player has missed something.

    There's been a subtle change in her appearance as if the minor imperfections have all been ironed out.

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    Frode glared down the vox unit, knowing perfectly well that the commander couldn't see him.

    "Listening comprehension isn't a big priority in the Imperium, is it, commander kaboom? I just said; I will protect them to the best of my abilities, and teach kindness. Other than that, I have no interest in interference with their daily lives except insofar as I can improve their standard of living. Also, this is not sorcery. If you ask any psykers you happen to have on hand, you will find that there is not the slightest trace of chaos energy involved in what I am doing. If no-one else has any questions, I will begin the first part of my work, and then I will most likely have some other brushfire of self-destructive imbecility to deal with."

    Barring any further transmissions, Frode will reach out across the planet with his abilities, perfecting the integration and programming of any augmetics; 'growing' communications stations that will show the philosophy of Teacher Frode once, then become ordinary, if extremely high-quality and impossibly durable, computers/FTL comm units (although anyone interested can replay the teachings, along with any amount of appropriate entertainment); manufactories will gain improved efficiency and be retooled to be non-polluting; clean water systems will be put in place for every inhabited area, homes will be improved to have near-perfect insulation and excellent climate control; waste-disposal systems will link up with new omnifusion plants to turn unuseable items into energy; farmlands will receive ultratech equipment and instructions on its use; along with anything and everything needed to allow for the planet to be self-sufficient and provide a comfortable living for all its inhabitants, along with enough safety precautions to placate a batallion of paranoid lawyers, as Frode was starting to understand the Imperial mindset.

    Once finished, Frode made a mental note to do that on Jagganoga I as well as soon as there was a little downtime. Then Alex returned.

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    Frode raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming TARDIS-blue. "I am not surprised. Your spacio-temporal footprint has gone very... odd. You seem to be dimensionally compressed, and no longer have quite the same relationship to time as you once did."

    Then Frode was informed about the genestealer cult. He rolled his eyes so hard that he actually flinched, grumbled something about this universe continually finding new and irritating ways to disappoint him, and folded into TARDIS form to teleport out. "I'm going to deal with these idiots." he said before leaving. "Your help would be welcome and appreciated, but is not strictly necessary if you have other concerns."

    And with that, he *VWOORP*ed out.

    Pausing before he re-entered the timestream, he oriented himself on the most powerful psychic emanations coming from the genestealers, reasoning these to be the command unit.

    Then he materialized around them.

    The next thing that the broodcoven knew, they were fully human and falling from a few feet in the air onto the floor of one of the TARDIS' many rooms. They were unarmed, clothed only in a simple jumpsuit, and had an extremely annoyed hard-light hologram Frode standing over them.

    "Tell me, at what point did joining something called a 'genestealer' cult sound like a good idea? Did that Emperor idiot accidentally crossbreed the rest of you idiots with cartoon lemmings? I've seen suicidal people with less of a death urge than you lot! So. No becoming giant mindless alien hunger-machines for you. You're being dropped off on the other side of the planet, and if you try anything like this again, I'll let your 'children' eat you next time."

    Without bothering to wait for a response, he dumped them onto the floor of a warehouse on another continent, about a month in the future.

    Re-materializing in front of the rest of the cult, he shifted back to human and frowned at them, his armour firmly, but invisibly, in place. Anything that tried to bite him would get a mouthful of broken teeth for its troubles. Then he turned his Clockmaker Aura up to max, violently disrupting any psychic connections they might have remaining, although none of his allies would be bothered.

    "Right, no more groupthink for you. Anybody that wants to stop being a mind-dominated half-alien monster, speak up, and I'll see to curing you. If you really insist on being an alien monster... actually, too bad. You're all getting cured." he announced. Then he morphed the local landscape into a collection of medi-crawlers, tractor-treaded behemoths with dozens of healing pods and mechanical tentacles to (mostly) gently gather in subjects. Then they started to move, snagging cultists by the hundreds and shoving them into the pods to have their genes re-sequenced and scrubbed, gradually turning them back into pure-blood humans.
    Times being what they are, the stars aligning and the End of All Things barely registered as background noise.

    At a bit of a loss as to what to do next, and with bills to pay, a certain Elder Thing has taken up bartending.

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    Jaggan V:
    "....Wait you weren't lying about the kindness thing? I....huh......but that doesn't....all my life I've been told that.....was I about to kill them all for nothing?"
    The commander falls to his knees, distraught and thinking about this. Your improvement of the planet is welcome, but its like improving the best to be even better- its already more organized, more clean, better educated than the hive world nearby, yet the imperial presence is lighter. Almost as if an Imperium world is best governed without as much tithes or oversight instead of being forced to follow the demands of some distant centralized government that doesn't have its best interests in mind.

    Jaggan I:
    Meanwhile Twisting River will in a flurry of Immaculate martial arts flowing like water in her strikes and grabs, pulling them into defeat like the current, she will defeat them and tie them up, thne let everyone know they're dealt with.

    The... Former? Genestealer Cult:
    The now normal humans standing around blinking then say
    "....Is this what life is like without hearing the voices from beyond??? This sucks!"
    "I'm so lonely!"
    "What is this general dread I feel!? Why do I feel a void where the connection should be!?"
    "I'm not coordinated! I'm NOT COORDINATED! Why am I not coordinated with anyone else!?"
    "Eh, I'm fifth generation genestealer, aside from hearing the voices thing, the only change being pure human gives me is that I have hair now."
    Since every genestealer cult has a purestrain genestealer as its patriarch being turned into a human is a bit....different for them
    "WHAT!? Nooooo! I was a Tyranid! a Genestealer! I had a mission to prepare us all to be devoured! I've failed my biological imperative! Wait-NO! I don't have it anymore! This is the worst! What is this....this....feeling....I feel....dysphoria??? I hate this body! It feels so wrong! NOOO!"
    "Wait....did you just say we'd all be devoured!?"
    "Yes....that is what Genestealers are supposed to do, prepare a planet to be devoured by a hive fleet, sabotage everything so they're defenses and populace are ripe for the picking"
    "You told us we would "ascend" and "unify with them in flesh"! you deceived us!"
    "Technically I just put it in poetic terms while infecting you with all biological organs to rewrite your DNA while also using psychic abilities to influence people to do our bidding using a weak connection to the hive mind."
    "You said you'd free us from the yoke of Imperial rule!"
    "well yeah, the Tyranids coming and devouring all the Imperials would be freeing you from being ruled by the Imperium. I technically didn't lie there."
    "Wait you'd be devoured as well?"
    "Well yeah, Tyranids don't waste biomass. they devour everything, including all the beings they no longer have a use for so they can recycle them into new ones for new purposes. I'd finally fulfill my biological purpose"
    "....We're gonna kill you!"
    They start picking up rocks and other junk, the former purestrain just says
    "Thank you, I hate this body"
    and gets beaten to death, and immediately regrets saying that as he dies painfully.

    Ensara:Deal with Political Nonsense
    Ensara then turns to the Thousand Sons
    "As for you all well....to be honest none of you are entirely innocent. But an army of space marine psykers and those they command, with a lot of them being knowledge seekers is something I can have a lot of use for! Assuming of course you want to work with me. You always have a choice to do whatever you want of course, I'm not going to force anyone to say, but you must remember that the Imperium still thinks your heretics, and their idea of "redemption" or "repentance" is burning you in fire so that your soul is purified. Or at least the Adepta Sororita's is...."
    "Well if your a better goddess than Tzeentch was I think we'd be fine working with you" says Magnus "As long as you give us space to seek knowledge"
    "Sure, I like to see knowledge too, and I know a guy who also likes to do that, lets just y'know be careful with how knowledge is used okay? Don't want another Rubric of Ahriman or something happening. Peer review stuff, don't be a jerk, things like that."
    "Yeah thats.....fair I guess. Also can we restore Prospero?"
    "Prospero's a dead planet mate, I don't think there's anything to restore anymore. But I think I could probably do something close to that, make a new one depending on some factors to discuss with someone I know. Anyways, I'm sure this is the start of something great. Anyways I see the other two Chaos Gods waiting impatiently at the borders I gotta go talk to them real quick-but first..."
    She weaves a spell to alter the Thousand Son's gene seed
    "There. gender-equal Space Marine geneseed. Never have to recruit from only males ever again. I just doubled your recruiting power, your welcome."

    She will....move over there. Movement in the Warp is strange as distance technically doesn't matter from the perspective she is now operating in, but what matters is that she is talking to Khorne and Slaanesh now. Khorne stands in his bloody iron armor while Slaanesh stands elegant in his/her elegant transcendent adrogynous beauty that would make any mortal
    "YOU. YOU ATE TZEENTCH. I DON'T LIKE HOW FAST YOUR KILLING US."
    "Uhuhuhuhuhu, yes so we're considering destroying you right now. We don't want to end up like the other two...."
    "Ah but consider: your enemies of each other as well. Archenemies Kill me and that leaves you open for one to betray the other and win and rule the Immaterium while the other focuses on killing me. Of course, I can't rely on either of you to team up with me against the other either. This leaves us in a classic three-way standoff. But of course I have other allies, including one who ACTUALLY killed Nurgle. So....I recommend not causing trouble for me and mine. You might end up like Tzeentch"
    Ensara grins wide showing her demonic fangs
    "Oooooh a threat on my life! kinky" says Slaanesh
    "STOP THAT. I HATE THAT."
    "Ooooooh! Telling me to stop! thats even kinkier and makes me do it MORE~"
    "WHY. WHY DID YOU KILL ALL BUT THE WORST CHAOS GOD. THE ONE I HATE THE MOST. WHY."
    "Because this is painful to you and you deserve it?"
    "SCREW YOU BOTH."
    "Yes! A three way, please~!"
    "No, I'm not into dudes. Lesbians only."
    "Oh come now, don't be so narrow your in tastes~" Slaanesh says
    "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGH!!!! KNOW THIS, JUMPER. I WILL AWAIT FOR YOU, AND PREPARE MY DEFENSE SO WE CAN FIGHT ON HONORABLE TERMS. AND DON'T THINK ANY THOSE STUPID PROBES WILL WORK ON ME" Khorne storms off back into his realm. Slaanesh giggles and says
    "So now that....unrefined brute is gone...I can become pure girl if you want~"
    "I'm allied with the Eldar, so thats a no. But don't worry I'll come for you sooner or later."
    "They always do!" Slaanesh replies back with lascivious grin. Ensara mentally slaps herself in the face. She walked into that one.
    "Ugh, you make everything into an innuendo don't you?"
    "I'll everything in YOUR endo" Slaanesh smirks with half lidded eyes
    "Thats not even creative." she sighs and mutters "By Malfeas, I traded Tzeentch for this"
    "But is on brand! And Chaos Gods are ALWAYS on brand, daaaahling! Just a piece of advice from someone who is no longer the youngest Chaos God: don't look too long into the deep warp, and don't get obsessed with the Well of Etenity like Tzeentchy-boy, teeheeheeeheehee....it doesn't well...."
    "....Are you trying to tempt me with reverse psychology on that? You do know that your evil and I'm going to kill you one day right?"
    "Yes! Yes! Talk dirty to me more!"
    "....This conversation is over."
    "I'll over your conversation"
    "Why are you into this?"
    "I'm Slaanesh. The Prince(ss) of Pleasure! I'm into EVERYTHING and EVERYONE."
    "Goodbye, Slaanesh."
    "I'll good all-"
    Ensara leaves before she can hear more of this.

    Next she meets what looks like a female angel with black hair in golden armor, golden light radiating out from her like a halo
    "And who are you?"
    "I'm Saint Celestine" she says "Living Saint, the grand design of the Emperor unfulfilled. Ensara, by ascending to the status of Chaos God, you have committed an unthinkable heresy. You have inherited the Ruinous's Powers mantle and shall inherit their punishment in the fires of the faithful. Nevertheless we shall sing to bless your sinning soul as its burns in hopes that it save it from the corruption you have brought upon yourself. I am here to pronounce your sins and that we will not tolerate your existence."
    "Y'know I am trying to actually help humanity unlike Tzeentch is."
    "Tzeentch also said such lies. The lies of the heretic cannot be tolerated, and even if you were telling the truth, wielding such dark power is an unconscionable sin against the God-Emperor of Mankind by itself. There can be no compromise with the heretic. To tolerate or compromise with heresy is to have an absence of faith. An absence of faith is the mark of the weak, an absence of faith is the mark of the heretic, the absence of faith is the mark of damnation and you have damned yourself for eternity. You shall be cleansed in our holy fury, hatred and fire. You have no rights, no voice and no recourse and all that is left to decide, is how you perish."
    "Yeah figures you'd be like this. Slaanesh was a better conversationalist. I'm not even a human from your universe you know!"
    "Irrelevant." says Saint Celestine "The Imperial Creed clearly states and I quote "Every human being has a place within the Emperor's divine order" It says nothing about whether they are from this universe or another one, therefore all humans across all realities have a place under the God-Emperor of Mankind's guiding light. You have also violated both the tenet "The Emperor is the one true god, regardless of what past faiths any human may have worshipped" by becoming a god, "To unquestionably obey the authority of the Imperial government and one's superiors" by fighting against it. you are unquestionably a heretic by even the broadest tenets of our faith."
    "Yeah but I'm like....an edgy rebel freedom fighter Jumper who wields dark powers, I'm kind of like, an outlier case, you do realize with these tenets you kill anyone who is good and harmless to you who might improve humanity by questioning the flaws of the current order? Who might actually do good for you? That people might be more willing to work for you if you don't stomp out their beliefs, and might not turn to the Chaos Gods if you let them live peacefully?"
    "Impossible. These tenets, this Creed is what protects us from Chaos spreading further. From tolerating all that which allows our society to fall. There can be no compromise, no weakness, no other way."
    "Yeah okay, if thats all your here to tell me, then byyyyee, tell your Imperium I'll destroy it better than Tzeentch ever could and build something better on the ashes."
    Ensara then leaves to attend to other things

    She assesses her Scintillating Legions, the various demons under her command. The most common were:
    -Screamers, manta-ray like creatures flying in the air, daemonic beasts who eat souls
    -(the confusingly named) Flamers which look like.....and I quote...."a headless conical torso. It has two long arms, both terminating in weird stumps, which are adorned with razor-sharp teeth and flickering tongues, and continuously belching acrid and sulphuric smoke. Flamers move by bumping and hopping around, leaping into the air in a gravity-defying and comical fashion".
    -Horrors, which manifest as an ever-shifting mass of flesh and limbs but really just look like little pink and blue gremlin like creatures who can cast sorcery
    -and finally a Lord of Change, the Greater Daemon of Change, avian-like winged humanoids of vast intelligence and massive sorcerous and psychic power.
    She frowns at learning at assessing them
    "Really Tzeentch?" she mutters "Lord of Change and fate and knowledge, eldritch horror or great power and so on, and this all you could come up with? manta rays, flesh-goblins, some flamethrower horror and bird people? Come on, you'd think there'd be some creativity here......"
    She also assesses the rituals that all the Chaos Gods use- she has the Endless Grimoire and thus knows even the rituals of even the other Chaos gods. A lot of them required human sacrifice. That won't do for her. So why do they do what they do? They do all this to get the emotional/psychic energy needed, but....was the sacrifices really necessary? She casts her mind through Tzeentch's memories trying to figure out the reasons made.....and concludes that no, they weren't really. Tzeentch existed for a long time without the rituals and chaos cults of 30k and after. He just wasn't active for whatever reason. Perhaps it was Slaanesh's addition, the Excess part that really kicked them into actively doing things like this, before this there was some measure of moderation. She hands the Grimoire to her second circle soul, Giranaere, The Lady of Sorcery and says
    "Figure out rituals that don't require human sacrifices for everything. I don't how care how, just make sure that if we need to use my Daemon legions for anything that I can use them without losing lives. Also figure new daemon designs out that are better, less horrifying, things I can use for my purposes y'know?"
    "Got it" she says
    Giranaere nods, her witch hat moving with her as her one right eye begins looking over the tome, her left eye never existing- symbolically harkening to the idea of an eye sacrificed for sorcerous knowledge.
    She tells her other souls to deal with a few other things, looks through Tzeentch's memories a bit more to see what he was up to, then turns back into her human form and planeswalkers back to The Sabre, then tells everyone
    <So hey everyone good news, I've devoured Tzeentch and become the new Goddess of Change. We won't have to worry about him again. I've convinced the other two Chaos Gods that we're in a three-way standoff for now, I've got my new souls keeping my new realm running, oh and also, I've fixed things involving the Thousand Sons Legion, had to give Ahzek Ahriman over to Cegorach for half justice reasons half political reasons, and I've got a lot of information from my Chaos Goddess alt form. However, my new Alt Form can't really be used in the Materium now, unless a massive ritual is done according to my knowledge so its going to be limited until I acquire a certain perk. Bad news I both met Celestine and Slaanesh and Slaanesh was the more fun conversationalist. More good news is however is that when I'm in my Chaos Goddess alt form I'll be able to smooth over our warp travel if needed, do a lot of luck-manipulation and such to like help on a more wide-scale. If you want, you can meet Magnus the Red, one of the Primarchs who rebelled against the Emperor! they work with me now.>
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    Alex teleports off again, she has no business with the tech priests.

    A thought has popped into her head.

    See, the way New Gods work in her world is dependent on access to ambient arcane, spiritual, or cosmic energies over time. While Alex's power cosmic and connection to the Emotional Spectrum should ensure a rapid growth of her Meta-Physique, especially given her x15 soul multiplier, it would still be pretty slow...

    But... she's just realized that she has another option.

    One that would, additionally, remove the risk of Molly or Rose getting corrupted by absorbing the ambient energies of this world, given Molly's interest in being awakened and that Rose would probably do it because Molly did.

    Alex reappears back on the ship and finds her two girls.

    "Hey, girls... I've got kind of a big favor to ask"
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    Frode gave the commander at Jagganoga V an acknowledgement that was not entirely unsympathetic. "Having been wrong is only the end when you allow it to be. Willingness to do so or not, you were prevented from causing an unspeakable tragedy; therefore, learn from it and become better. Your people still need leadership, and you know them like no other does. Acknowledge your error to them, and lead them to a brighter future."

    Upon hearing that Tzeentch was gone for good, Frode muttered "Good riddance to bad rubbish, and no real surprises on Celestine. Fanatics of any stripe tend to be incredibly boring. Hmm. Speaking of Cegorach..."

    Frode left the ex-Genestealers to their own devices and *VWOORP*ed to the Black Library. "Oi, Cegorach!" he called. When the clown-deity popped up, Frode didn't bother with preamble. "How many new Dark Eldar harlequins can you accommodate? I have a plan to deal with the demented sadists, but it requires you as backup, otherwise I would simply be murdering them all slowly, which I'm not especially eager to do."
    Times being what they are, the stars aligning and the End of All Things barely registered as background noise.

    At a bit of a loss as to what to do next, and with bills to pay, a certain Elder Thing has taken up bartending.

    This is...

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    Ensara:
    "Anyways, things seem to have wrapped up, so I can just get to finally figuring out all the tech I picked up.....though if anyone has any questions about things like what people are doing across the galaxy, where primarchs are, the big schemers and players, things like that.....I can answer them now."
    She will walk along to begin working on examining things in her Inner World's workshop, walking through a portal to it, an place full of tools and machines to build other machines and artifacts to the best of an Exalt's ability- a workshop not equaled since the height of the First Age of Creation. Rhiannon and Iota-34 walks along
    "Wait, the primarchs? You know where they are?" she asks
    "Well, not all of them. the Daemon Primarchs are bit easier to find. The loyalists....I think the Emperor is hiding them from Chaos's sight. I can detect traces of them here and there, but the Emperor probably wants them to return when "the time is right". But- ah, that is not the big threat. No, I bad news I should be sharing is there is another Jumper out there. the Dark Jumper. Kalli. Not working with us."
    Ensara explains while she examines the Fractal Blade.
    "Where is she from?" asks Iota
    "This jump. here."
    "What do you mean this jump?"
    "I mean this galaxy, this universe, Rhiannon. There are no rules for where a Jumper can come from. While Jumpchain as originally conceived applies to people from some version of 21st century Earth, nothing says some being from other reality can't also become a Jumper. Tzeentch chose and guided some imperium citizen with a lot of psychic power to an ancient jumpchain document and an instant later she was back three decades of doing god knows what to other universes."
    "wait what? does mean those universes are....ruined now?"
    "In a way? perhaps. But not in the way you think. Normally, each Jump a Jumper goes into is a separate instance created for THEM. No one else. Say we were both Jumpers and jumped back to the Horus Heresy to fix that, your Horus Heresy would normally be different from MY Horus Heresy, Jumpers sharing jumps like this is something new. I suspect the Benefactors create new iterations of the universe each time that Jump is chosen."
    "Wait- so....does that mean there is another version of me out there....who never you? Who is just back in the Calixis Sector, working as an Inquisitor as usual?"
    "Yup. Your the special Rhiannon who gets to meet us, the Jumpers!" Ensara says with a grin "Lucky you! Unlike all the other Rhiannons who probably live out a grimdark life fighting stuff for the rest of her days."
    "But wait, why, why not just change the original universe?"
    "Because some other Jumper will want to do that also! Who knows how many Jumpers also went in to fix Warhammer 40,000? Or destroy Warhammer 40,000? or do any other number of things to do it? Again, consider yourselves lucky my friends! The Jumpers that have decided to come are good people. I don't know how many Jumpers out there are as good as us. Probably impossible to know how many Jumpers there are in general due to parallel universe and time shenanigans."
    "And..." Iota-34 asks "This Kalli was an Imperial citizen.....sent to OTHER universes? To gain great power and change the world as she see fit according to her values as you do yours?"
    "Of course."
    "Oh Omnissiah I could imagine how horrible that would be" Iota-34 says "You have spoken before about how your homes strive for better solutions, better ways than the Imperium....the fact that there are three universes out there that probably got someone.....doing who knows what to them is.....frightening to me now."
    "Well there is nothing we can really do about it" she says "Those universes are frozen in time now by the power of the Benefactors. Won't be unfrozen until the Jumper chain-fails. Gotta kill them to make that happen. Normal rules say that a Jumper who chain-fails gets sent back home with all their powers, not sure what it does when they are already home, but I'm wagering the clause doesn't apply in that case.

    Anyways! The good news is that Tzeentch was the one who cared the most about screwing with us because he wanted out of this grimdark galaxy, onto greener pastures. Khorne and Slaanesh don't have his smarts and schemes, nor do they particularly care about us other than potential threats to what they already got going. Tzeentch was basically the mastermind glue holding Chaos together, and now that he is gone.....well.....Chaos is still a threat, but not the same threat they were. Tzeentch had a whole bunch of plans in store for us: causing the Great Rift to happen if we tried waking up Guilliman, trying to trick me into doing a Chaos Ritual to use me as a vessel (which I could've devoured him from anyways), plans involving Magnus and the 13th Black Crusade, invasion of the Imperium, things like that."

    "Wait....Great Rift?"
    "Oh right that hasn't happened yet, basically in another iteration of this universe, something called the Cicatrix Maledictum splits the galaxy in two with a warp rift because Abaddon does this big attack, things gets worse, but Roboute Guilliman wakes up, makes new space marines and tries to reform the Imperium as its new head of state. Probably not be happening now, given how many Chaos Gods we've killed. With the two gods they got now being a berserker and a drug addict, I don't see them being the big main evil anymore."
    “What is then?”
    “Tyranids. Not even a contest. Everyone is evil but....Tyranids are the ones that will try to devour the galaxy.”
    “What about the C'tan?”
    “Oh they're a different problem. Them and the Necrons are patient, got all the time in the world for their goals. Literal eternity. We can deal with them later in terms of priority. "

    Cegorach:
    He laughs uproariously for some reason, When he calms down he says
    "Oh wait, your serious, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to tell you a few reasons why I can't do that.
    Reason the First:
    Psykers are Not Allowed In Commorragh, and for very good reason! Psykers attract the attention of Slaanesh and destabilize their Webway, causing daemonic invasions and whatnot. So, if I tried to use my psychic powers there -and EVERY Dark Eldar is in Commorragh, its a veritable super-fortress of a place, its their STRATEGY-it would cause problems.

    Reason the Second:
    If I could extend the protection I give to me Harlequins to just any old Eldar, I'd have protected my entire species a long time ago, but alas, me and Isha are arguably the weakest warp gods in the galaxy, simply due to the low number of Eldar compared to species like humans or Orks. The high quality of their souls and emotions to an extent make sure I'm not too weak, but there is unavoidable advantage in numbers that other gods enjoy. This includes Slaanesh who is drawing power from both Eldar and human souls. Ensara is more powerful than me now, theoretically she's the second most powerful Chaos God now psychically speaking- technically, both Nurgle and Tzeentch were more powerful than Slaanesh to, being the older Chaos Gods so...you've already fought greater gods and won, and all our prophecies say that the way to cure my species of the Slaanesh eating their souls is....to kill Slaanesh. Which is why the plan for making God of Death was/is in the works. Also, there is a reason why so many factions have methods of vetting those who get their greatest blessings, see? Harlequins are elite troops Frode, Eldar equivalent of the Custodes, the most powerful humans outside of the Primarchs and the Emperor himself. I'd love to do it but this is a thing that would literally tax all my psychic resources to nothing.

    Reason the Third:
    The Dark Eldar, don't do what they do because they need to. They do these horrible things, because they WANT to. the Dark Eldar have the ingenuity to rework all the Eldar technology to work without the Warp, to steal stars from solar systems and freeze them to power their city with near-limitless energy, make a gore-covered replica of the Golden Throne just to make a point to the Imperium, mirrors that teleports anyone reflected upon into a sun, boxed singularities, resurrection through drinking pain, plague that turns people into light, whole bunch of clever things in their own horrible ways. They could probably figure out some clever way of solving it themselves, but.....all they're doing is the decadence and pleasures that the Eldar did BEFORE Slaanesh was a thing, they just have to torture people more consistently now. If you cure them of the connection Slaanesh has to their souls....they will still do what they do, they just won't have to please the Dark God(dess) they now make offerings to, to ward away. They are probably like one of the two factions able to recognize how advanced you are and able to figure out a way to do something to you, maybe. Three, if you count C'tan and Necrons as separate factions.

    Reason the Fourth:
    Despite how utterly horrible the Dark Eldar are, there are other aliens in Commorragh. Whether serving as slaves, captives, mercenaries or furniture. You heard that last one right. Furniture. As in, they literally take humans, and turn them into chairs and couches and such while still keeping them alive, using biotechnology. There are ork infestations on the lower levels, some snake alien race that serves as bodyguards and so on, its kind of its own complex city larger than any other. Like we're talking larger than any planet. We're talking about a solar system sized city here, larger than any Craftworld. Just to give you a sense of what your walking into here."


    A Benefactor:
    Somewhere beyond the universe....
    “Okay, they just got rid of Tzeentch, clearly this is not going small-scale at all. I'm accelerating some stuff.”

    Somewhere, sometime in the past else:
    Imperial Guardsman running across a battlefield, firing their lasguns against tyranids, it was a rare chance to actually fight them with the full force of the guard as the Tyranids tend to eat planets before anyone can respond. This was a chance for them to eliminate this hive fleet. But then a dark figure suddenly appears in the middle: An Abyssal Exalted, Dusk Caste, titled The Unreachable Reaver Buried in Killing Intent, her skin pale and her dark raven black, wearing soulsteel armor with a soulsteel grand daiklaive on her back looks to the guardsmen in one direction, and the tyranids in the other direction, her other four Abyssal Circle mates at her back, and smiles a dark smile
    “I don't know where we are but.....LET THE KILLING BEGIN!!”
    Neither the Tyranids nor the Imperial Guard knew what horror was unleashed on them, but they soon found out.

    Somewhere else else....
    Kharne the Betrayer, betray his allies once again on the battlefield by slaughtering them with his chain axe in a whirlwind of death, spies on something strange: a red ring on the ground. Almost as if calling to him he picks it up. It has a strange symbol on it that he doesn't recognize- but somehow he can tell...it was something of RAGE. Something Khorne would approve of. He puts it on and feels....a compulsion, as if it was natural to speak the following words that he yells out to the world:
    “With blood and rage of crimson red,
    We fill men's souls with darkest dread,
    And open your minds to Khorne's roaring tone.
    We'll slaughter you all—
    Blood for the Blood God, Skulls For the Skull Throne!”

    And then creates a second chain axe in his other hand out of a crimson energy, and his armor is enhanced with the crimson light as well, with the weird new symbol appearing on its chest- he adjusts it be Khorne's symbol. He doesn't know what xeno technology this is, but it gave him access to even more rage than ever! He looks around at the encroaching army of Imperial Guardsmen and Space Marines converging on him as the last of his allies dies. He smiles in crimson rage, feeling more powerful than ever.
    He leaps, suddenly finding himself flying as the Imperium discovers what its like to fight a Red Lantern.

    Some Distant System...:
    A Rogue Trader vessel finds a space hulk. The soldiers go walking in cautiously. One soldier walks down a corridor, keeping her lasgun ready as she searches the drifting ruins. Keeping alert, ready for any xenos to shoot, but what pounces upon her is a woman, with silver tattoos and lizard-green hair, tackling her to the ground and demanding
    “I am Shiyuri, Full Moon Caste of the Lunar Exalted. Where is Ensara, you imperial dog!?”
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    Frode listened to Cegorach. He made a noise that might have been mistaken for a laugh, if you weren't watching his face.

    "First off, here..." he said, forming a Cerebro helmet to hover above his hand, then glanced at it. He gestured very slightly, and the X-emblazoned helmet shifted to be a close match for Cegorach's usual headdress, just with some added glowing bits. "This is an extremely powerful psionic amplifier. It should theoretically give you a significant boost in power." Another small gesture, and a second helmet appeared, patterned after Isha's usual headgear. He floated the pair of helmets over to Cegorach.

    "And I wasn't asking you to take in all the Dark Eldar. I am aware that they are, by and large, horrific monsters. But we met one of your Solitaires who had grown up in Commorragh, which means that they are redeemable, at least some of them. I have plans for them, and at the end, you may get a few extra Harlequins. And as to them seeing how advanced I am..." An unhappy, sharp-edged smile. "There is nobody in this miserable universe that has the first clue how advanced I can go."

    Frode turned to leave, then hesitated. "And I need the thirsty ***** alive for the moment, but rest assured, Slaanesh is not going to enjoy what's going to happen to it when the time is right." he said, before flowing back into TARDIS form and vanishing.

    *****

    Frode materialized invisibly in Commorragh, running silent on all wavelengths including psionics. The boxy shape of his TARDIS form shuddered slightly behind its invisibility screens, and he broke his telepathic silence to tightbeam a message to Ensara and Alex. <There have been multiple dimensional incursions of considerable power.> he sent, including coordinates for the entry point of each. <I'm not certain what is happening, but it probably isn't good... I plan to investigate once I finish up here. If you encounter anything, please let me know.>

    This accomplished, he reached out with his powers, gliding slowly over the Commorragh skyline and through the various tunnels and hidden alcoves in the Webway as he worked. When he was finished, all the food, all the drugs, all the waters and all the other beverages of the Drukhari were imperceptibly contaminated with inactive, stealthed nanites.

    Assuming all went well, once the hidden nanites were ingested by enough of the population, they would be activated, and Frode would make an announcement.
    Times being what they are, the stars aligning and the End of All Things barely registered as background noise.

    At a bit of a loss as to what to do next, and with bills to pay, a certain Elder Thing has taken up bartending.

    This is...

    The Last Call of Cthulhu

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    The Horror of Commorragh:
    Welcome to Comorragh. I'd call it a wretched hive of scum and villainy, but honestly that would be an insult to scum and villains. The twisted beings that dwell here have plumbed depths of depravity, the darkness of decadence, echelons of evil like none else have even conceived. If they aren't the most evil thing in the galaxy, they are at very least the second. Of the remaining Chaos Gods that could contest them in terms of pure evil only Slaanesh knows if they truly surpass them, Tzeentch might've known thus and now Ensara, but I doubt she will speak on such a matter any time soon. But it would surprise no one if the Drukhari are eviller than even Slaanesh, for Slaanesh is but the child and Eldar like them are the parents that gave birth to them. Within this city, dwells the entirety of Drukhari civilization: their stables of alien beasts, their slaves, gladiatorial centers, armories, vehicle bays and so on. The Dark City is a composite entity of impossible scale, as it acts more like a collection of satellite realms and cities connected together through portals and passageways connected across vast lightyears of the galaxy.

    Runic Wards are supposed to have protected Commorragh from being breached by outsiders, but we'll get to that in a moment.

    Somewhere, there are stolen suns called the Illmaea powering this whole thing providing seemingly endless supply of energy for the Drukhari, who did not care that the solar systems they left behind froze to death. The city itself, looks like various spiky black spires jutting out at various angles- up down, diagonally, every direction which you can name and maybe some that you can't. Your just surrounded by black towers upon towers of spikes, with dark eldar hovercraft flying about in all their edginess and evil. Its horrible, just awful, you swear the decor is so spiky that its stabbing your eyes, as if they want to cause you pain just by forcing you to look at this. But unfortunately, it does not end there. Most of the Drukhari you see walking around are slaves, born from vat tubes to constantly replace the Drukhari dead from gang wars, but they are not the only slaves here- humans, Craftworld Eldar and T'au are here to, as well as any other random alien race the Drukhari could get without posing too much of a danger to themselves. These slaves are afraid because even now you can hear the sounds of gang war in a distance between Kabals, the Kabalite warriors, the one rung up from slaves on a ladder only Dark Eldar can climb, keeping an eye on the slaves as they go about their tasks, but ready to command them to fight in case other slaves and warriors from another Kabal come to attack their territory as apart of a constant warring between the Kabals and their dark Trueborn masters, the Drukhari that were born naturally and thus are considered nobility in Commorragh hierarchy. The slaves are kept under control using collars that transmit unimaginable pain throughout their nervous systems, the Drukhari smugly waiting for them to disobey, for even in disobedience their lesser sake their thirst for the agony of others.

    To your right, you can see one of those gladiatorial arenas, where a Wych Cult is busy putting a show/battle to feed the pain of whatever victim they fight to their audience. Wyches are largely female gladiatorial fighters, and they are incredibly inventive and creative with the way they put on their shows to do this to appeal to a jaded Drukhari audience. The current match is a few Wychs vs human pirates vs. huma ninjas vs alien dinosaurs, because they somehow found the exact planets to kidnap the recreations of these cultures from, with various traps and hazards to spice things up.
    To your left, there is the Drukhari equivalent of a rave between some Trueborn nobles. Its as terrible as its sounds: the music genre is " Neo-Retro Torturecore" which consists of the most ridiculous night club music mixed with death metal and clips of screams of dying human children, they drink various beverages some of which are poisoned due to being political enemies of the host, the main difference in their drinks mainly is that they are more poisoned than others for every Drukhari Trueborn drinks some manner of poison recreationally not just to build up immunities as one would assume but to enjoy the poisons side effects in small amounts along with various drugs mixed into the drink. One presumes they all dance with knives in their hands while slaves stand around helplessly on the dance floor to be their victims in some incredibly precise sadistic-artistic display or something. The food is various fancy hors d'oeuvres consisting of meat that they only eat for taste and pleasure- pain is what sustains them now- that we really don't want to consider the source of considering what kind of fleshcrafting the Drukhari are capable of- some things are perhaps, better left unknown or at least to your imagination. The Trueborn of course discuss trade deals with each other when they are not betraying each other yet- but of course, the currency of Commorragh is slaves. No really, the Drukhari use the actual lives of people forced into their servitude as payment for whatever they want done- slaves aren't something bought in Commorragh, they are the thing you use to buy stuff WITH.

    But enough of the bourgeoise, meanwhile in the poorest parts of Commorragh, the poor Drukhari who cannot get their daily pain juice, who have escaped being a slave of one of the Kabals either are alone and thus are basically withered beggars with knives begging for others to let them torture them so they may live, their forms deteriorating into something far more ghoulish, withered and so on as Slaanesh slowly drinks their soul, or small gangs finding those beggars and torturing them so they may drink theirs. There are of course a minor Ork infestation in Commorragh in these poorer parts, one of the most normal thing about the Dark City because orks infest practically everywhere, but the Drukhari of course do not torture them, because it is pointless: Orks feel little pain and can withstand quite a bit of punishment without dying and thus it is not worth feeding on them to a Dark Eldar's mind, too much effort for too little return no matter how hard they try. There are no Necrons in Commorragh, the Necrons don't have souls and thus cannot feel pain in any that matters to the Drukhari and any showing up would basically be a war in of itself, considering their history. The ports are of course home to various alien mercenaries- humans, Fra'al, Eldar Corsairs who aren't Drukhari or Craftworld but do business when necessary, spider-like Khrave slavers, Kroot mercenaries, Tarellians, and the like, bringing in human slaves in exchange for goods the Drukhari sell, such as weapons, medicine, and so on.

    Perhaps the strangest thing about this is that despite all this the Drukhari do not even have ambition about their evil. They don't expand into an empire, they don't conquer or rule over other planets, they simply take and feast. They clearly have the cloning technology to revive a twisted form of the Eldar empire, technology that far outdoes anything the Imperium has even if its all grim edgy weapons that murder people in the worst ways possible, they have various schemers trying to climb their own social ladder....yet they just sit here in their own twisted enjoyment. Like a bucket of crabs, all of them pulling down each other to prevent the others from getting out. If they were just a little more sensible, they'd be a greater threat than the Imperium. But as it is, they are just a city of vile depraved hedonist backstabbers resting on their laurels in their own little corner of the galaxy, only attacking others to replenish their supply of slaves. Not that it makes them any less evil- it is likely people get trauma just from living here, a pyramid scheme of pain and agony leaving those who manage to escape the Dark City broken or even insane. In the grim dark future of the 41st Millennium, the Drukhari are the grimmest and darkest, or at least very close.

    But lets get back to the runic ward. It alerts the Haemonculus Covens, the twisted egomaniacal scientists of the Dark Eldar. Some will ignore this in favor of continuing their twisted experiments, but we will focus on the ones that will take heed and use their instruments to try and figure out more. Specifically we will focus on Urien Rakarth, the most famous of these, a depraved genius who is old enough to have witnessed the Fall of the Eldar, and his skills as a flesh-crafter are legendary. He studies the readings he gets from the runic ward, trying to gauge what might've cause this
    "How....odd. The wards wasn't disrupted by Warp energy. But hm....this does not fit Necrons. Even Trazyn the Infinite would not dare to arrive in Commorragh for whatever archeology exhibit he wanted without an army to back him up. Which means whatever entity has disrupted the wards is of great power....at least as great the C'tan perhaps. But that does not make sense, the C'tan seek sources of life energy and they have an entire galaxy to harvest that from other life forms easier, it would be a lot of effort just to feed from a place like this. No there is another entity here. Something new...."
    Pause. At this point, it must be stated that your thinking any rational scientist would conclude something reasonable. Haemonculi are not that kind of people. They are, to use the setting's own words: "Every Haemonculus considers himself akin to a god, and hence surrounds himself with a retinue of freakish acolytes that obey his every whim without hesitation." So the following reaction should not be surprising:
    "...And therefore if they are flesh, I can dissect them to achieve even greater heights of divinity! Death has already been conquered after all, who knows what else I can attain from this anomaly? Its not as if anything can kill me!"
    But he needs to find the being first.... he checks the instruments again, and while doesn't find Frode, it is possible that he finds a strange electromagnetic signal being emitted through Commorragh that isn't there before. After all, that many nanobots can't all work in tandem transmitting back to at Frode's command without some sort of wireless signal or connection, which would show up in some manner on the electromagnetic spectrum, going by conventional logic. A pretty crazy and unlikely assumption I know, but one must at least check. IF detecting this signal works, Urien will try to transmit a signal on the same frequency to disrupt the nanobots operations in response while commanding an assistant to alert Commorragh of the nanorobotics. This all well and good but now you must answer two questions: Does any of this actually work or do anything? and: If it does, what is Frode's response to something being done about him?

    Ensara:
    She will pluck the Fractal Blade and set it aside
    "Anyways! We can probably figure out a way to deal with them in time. Frode has for some reason gone off to do a thing even though I'm ready to do some science. New godly powers to foresee things through time and space and I can't even coordinate with anyone. Oh well! I should get to those Adepta Sororitas I picked up and start retraining them, deprogram them and the like."
    "Sororitas-those are people that are supposed to be incorruptible, Ensara! The most devout of the Emperor themselves! how did you-" Rhiannon exclaims
    "Infernal Exalted! I can tempt anyone away from being pure. I dangled the forbidden fruit of freedom and they took it. Their talents still probably lie in combat though-and given the way they're raised well, they are going to devote themselves to some kind of cause or other, might as well direct that in useful directions, and I've already learned a few more martial arts in the Warp anyways. not Sidereal Martial Arts though, unless I find a stray scroll detailing Albicant Sepulcher of Extinction Style or Sapphire Veils of Passion Style in my Mirror Archives."
    "Mirror Archives?" Iota-34 says quizzically
    "A mostly useless library in my Inner World manifested from my own Infernal power honestly. Hard to learn anything from books detailing things that never happened or could've happened but didn't. Downside of cultivating Oramus-like Essence as much as I have, you get a great sense of what could BE, of what MIGHT happen, and knowledge of what WON'T happen, but little knowledge of what actually IS. Sometimes you get books that might've been written but didn't and thus could've been useful, but its mostly good for entertainment. Don't go reading the Never-Histories in the Impossible Section though, never fun to find out what good things never could've happened. The Impossible Tragedies on the other hand, always oddly uplifting reading though, as are the Improbable Comedies.

    Anyways!"

    She teleports to the the Temple of Ensara in her Inner World. Her priestesses greet her- she only allowed the religion because some people insisted on it and as for the all the priestesses being female, she had let slip that she preferred women so of course they made women holy to her. She of course insisted that all individuality be accepted, allowed and cherished the cult as she stood for all liberty and freedoms, and it wasn't a state religion mostly because she stayed away from being a state as much as possible- thats for anyone to run for mayor in the city to figure out, as the mayor must donate all their wealth to the common people in a public ceremony and forbidden to accumulate more to show their sacrifice and dedication to serving others during their office. She walks through the temple, past various art pieces various people from the city put on display to show peoples passion and dedication to art and their individual expression. She will come to a priestess teaching the five Sororitas things
    "So...." a Sororitas says "We're supposed to be.....compassionate to others?"
    "Yes"
    "But...how do you keep order??? The Imperium uses fear and force to keep people in line."
    "Actually, there is good evidence that throughout history across many universes that civilization only exists because of cooperation and empathy."
    "I'm confused. Your society is full of contradiction."
    "I can clear up your confusion. You five Sororitas your getting trained by me in martial arts." Ensara says
    "Trained? We're already soldiers trained in power armor, bolters, chainswords, flamers. We do not need more training"
    Ensara smiles wickedly
    "Oh? I supposed you are used to having faith in a higher power. Would you prefer to be empowered by my new status as a Chaos Goddess of Change? I just killed Tzeentch and took his power, and I'm always open to testing out. Or you can just not fight."
    Their eyes widen in fear.
    "N-no....we're good. No need. We're happy with martial arts"
    "Good"
    She will teleport them to an island in her Inner World, the Sororitas seeing silver ground and trees surrounded by a sea of colorful paint and a blank white sky with a black sun. Ensara addresses them
    "You see in the Warp as a Chaos Goddess, it was actually timeless- I could spend as much time as I want there. so I trained in Shadow Throne, Snake, Thousand Blades, Laughing Monster, Single Point Shining Into the Void Style, Violet Bier of Sorrows, Silver-Voiced Nightingale Style and Swaying Grass Dance Styles. You five are going to learn Shadow Throne Style and White Veil, styles of viziers, courtiers and consorts, of guile, subterfuge and forming connections and teaching students. Students of a master Shadow Throne Stylist like me are known as "Shadow Fingers" of which you will be mine. You be taught not only to fight but to think, to go from women of zeal to ones of guile, fighting not in the day but in the shadows, to wield things greater than weapons and fight battles greater than physical ones-subtlety, finesse and cleverness shall be what you wield."
    She then creates a time bubble where she trains them in stealth, socializing, and subterfuge as well teaching open palms trikes, low kicks, as well as movements involving their elbows and knees and forearms, to fighting with staves, fighting chains, rope darts and so on. At first they are more aggressive and reckless, more prone to hate, but as she teaches and corrects them they become more calm and thoughtful, more quiet, channeling their determination from an unthinking hammer into a dagger wielded with care. They emerge not as armored zealots, but as elegant refined ladies in robes wearing white veils. During this time she learned their names: Veridagora Kathera, Miranz Selea, Ephrea Drake, Brigica Natales and Junaya Alicalis. Despite their seemingly normal humanity she noticed a strange potential within when she trained them: the humans of this universe have a strange untapped potential.
    "I wonder" Ensara says "If the genetic engineering that the Emperor did with his Primarchs and Space Marines....if they are really all thats possible. You five despite being normal humans when trained right are reaching unexpected heights. Perhaps....knowing what I know from the Thousand Sons....that the Space Marines are not the best model for humanity's true potential in this universe, more like rush jobs that cut corners. Perhaps someone like Sly Marbo isn't just an exception."
    "Sly Marbo?" questions Ephrea "What does he have to do with this?"
    "Everything. Sly Marbo is a supposedly normal guardsman out there from Catachan who is a one-man army taking on armies single-handedly with skills to surpass space marines and sniper skills to rival Vindicares. I know he is real from gazing upon the Warp and seeing his results. You shadow fingers, with proper training and cultivating of your energies, your souls, I think are achieving power beyond your normal limits, but that might be because of your improper spiritual Sororitas training might've given you a leg up on that, thus explaining why the Sororitas can achieve unbelievable feats sometimes. I think the Emperor has been crushing the true potential of this humanity this whole time."
    "He has? How?"
    "By making a regime where life is cheap, where Space Marines achieve what they do through genetic shortcuts that distract from them, where people unthinking crush others under political scheming- he had unintentionally made a regime where humanity's best potential is snuffed out before it begins."
    She teleports them back to the city.
    "Whats my next move....Frode's still doing the Dark Eldar thing so.....I'll just wait for him to get back so we can discuss the Darksteel thing together? I guess I check upon some things while I'm at it...."
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    Unfortunately for Rakarth, the nanites are completely inert until Frode's sensors detect sufficient mass built up in the local life-forms, so there are no frequencies to detect. At least, not until Frode sends the signal to activate the nanites, and at that point, it will be far, far too late. Frode is playing this very, very carefully, even limiting his own senses to prevent being overwhelmed by the horrific trauma all around him. All he could 'see' were the impossibly faint changes in temporal radiation echoing from the possible futures that would let him pick his moment, and occasional flashes of the wondrous technologies underlying Commorragh, although even these he avoided looking at too closely.

    So he wouldn't even realize that his arrival had been detected.

    Once his precognition told him that the time was right, hybrid Time Lord technology flared to life, and a wave of exotic energies flooded throughout Commorragh. Every Drukhari living there felt... something. Something had changed, although there was nothing that any but the most temporally sensitive could identify. If there were any latent Farseers among them, it was possible that they could tell that their temporal footprint had been radically altered, and their genetic makeup somewhat more subtly.

    Then Frode's voice thundered out of every piece of technology capable of transmitting sound in the city, speaking flawless Commorraghan Lameldannar.

    "Attention, 'people' of Commorragh," he began, rolling the 'rr's in the name sarcastically, and turning the 'agh' into a sort of choking noise. "As you may or may not have noticed, you have been altered. Any attempt at inflicting pain on another being will have the pain and any attendant damage inflicted on yourself instead."

    As Frode's message was broadcast, (any attempt to trace it would find a remarkably durable drone sending out a pre-recorded message), violently multicoloured portals sprang into existence throughout Commorragh.

    "If you pass through these portals, you will take up ascetic lives like your Craftworld kin, to avoid the attention of Slaanesh, and will be granted the same measure of soul protection they have. You are welcome to attempt your own escape from Commo(ludicrously exaggerated 'r's into gagging noise), of course."

    A rumble shook the walls of the Webway. "I would not waste too much time trying to decide, however, as the Webway most likely has not appreciated the dimensional manipulation that has just occurred, and this section has a good chance of collapsing."

    A sardonic chuckle. "Oh, and I have also disabled all the slave collars and unlocked every armoury, so good luck with that. Anyone who uses the portals is guaranteed safety, so long as they do not harm others. Anyone who does not is guaranteed nothing. Enjoy your new lives."

    By the time the message had finished playing, Frode had already reappeared in the city, nodding to Ensara as he shifted back into human form.

    "The results of that should prove interesting. I've just crippled the dark eldar's ability to eat pain, probably blown up their city, and left them a way out that forces them to become ascetics. And freed all their slaves, so we'll see how many of the drukhari ****heads even survive long enough to make it to the portals."

    Frode didn't bother to explain, but the portals led to a pair of pocket dimensions with enough resources to live comfortably with a little work- any dark eldar that went through would go to a separate dimension from their former slaves, and nobody got to take any weapons through the portals. And, of course, said dimensions were well away from anywhere Slaanesh could get to, protected by Frode's technology.
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    At a bit of a loss as to what to do next, and with bills to pay, a certain Elder Thing has taken up bartending.

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    The Last Call of Cthulhu

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    (OOC: sorry, had a hit of a big fever for a few days and congestion afterwards, but feeling well enough to get back to it now.)

    The Fall of the Dark Eldar:
    What happens next is going to be quite chaotic and complex so......lets break this down....first of all, there are no potential for Farseers among the Dark Eldar. their biology is has been shaped by their no-psychics allowed environment so much that the Dark Eldar have lost the psychic abilities they once had.

    First obviously, the slaves the vast majority of Commorragh will begin running into portals screaming, the soldiers overseeing them while nominally above them and obligated to stop them, decide not to bother- Dark Eldar being selfish self-climbing jerks at the best of times, hold little loyalty to their Kabal that does not benefit them. Besides if what this stranger is saying is true-since they seem to be very powerful, they have soon have a bigger problem on their hands:

    Commorragh begins to shake and places where the Webway cracks and breaks- Daemons of Slaanesh begin pouring out, Daemonettes upon Daemonettes spilling out with Dark Eldar kabalites firing upon them with their horrible weaponry, perhaps still believing that they can defend Commorragh, reasoning that slaves can be replaced but the city cannot. But others grow more fearful when they start hearing Slaanesh's whispers and flee through a portal not wanting Her to get their soul and torment them for eternity. If the pain thing punishes hem for firing upon the Daemons coming through, this will end badly for them.

    Its the ranks between the highest nobles and lowest of low that foolishly do not run, having too much that they have gained and too little left to gain- too attached to Commorragh as it is. They will attempt to stop the slaves from the escaping but only find themselves getting inflicted by pain for their troubles.

    The nobles of the city of Commorragh have enough technology to know whats happening and begin launching a bunch of plans to simultaneously screw their rivals over and escape themselves, assassins, ambushes and sabotages, horrible weapons the like going off as all the lords of Comorragh try to get out of the sinking ship while making sure their enemies do not. This results in various mutually assured destruction scenarios that kill off most of the nobles of Commorragh except for one- the one who always comes out on top, seemingly no matter what the circumstances of Commorragh: Asdrubael Vect himself, the true ruler of Commorragh, leaving on his personal yacht.

    Meanwhile, Isha, Cegorach and Timeless Ensara (due to the timeless nature of the Warp there is always an Ensara there in her Chaos Goddess form) being warp deities foresaw what you planned and thus work together to maximize the number of people saved with powers of fortune, planning and compassion at their disposal before the rifts start growing larger and larger and more daemonettes begin pouring out, being a full scale daemonic invasion of Commorragh and every Dark Eldar that fall to their claws find their souls being tortured by Slaanesh for the rest of time as they feared, screaming as they go down. Of course as the section collapses the daemons overflow, the Webeway's own immune system of white spiders to attack them as the entire thing crumbles around them, various paths of the webway sealing themselves off as the biggest hub city of the Webway is now just.......gone.

    And so does Commorragh fall, echoing the Fall of the Eldar itself, with the same laughter of She Who Thirsts in their ears. The last vestige of Old Eldar society, gone. On one hand, the destruction of their entire society and all that it stands for is probably entirely deserved. On the other hand- does ANYONE deserve what Slaanesh does to people? Well, not a question this narrator's here to answer.

    The galactic effects of this are that Commorragh was a good source non-Imperium trade for many minor xeno races and humans outside the Imperium, it was a wretched hive of scum and villainy but it kept the coin flowing. Now various factions outside the Imperium scramble to reorganize and restructure their economics in the wake of Commorragh's downfall.

    Ensara:
    "Very good, I'd steal their technology but honestly with Tzeentch's knowledge and power I probably have the knowledge of their tech stored somewhere in his warp archives. and most of its probably just variations of torture-murder gun anyways."
    She walks over to show Frode an exhibit of the darksteel ore.
    "You wanted to talk about this right? show me some stuff? Well, you'll be glad to I already have darksteel reactor powering my city outside, its real big, floating in the air. The only other darksteel thing I have is like this suit of darksteel plate I made for myself which has the unfortunate design flaw of requiring eyeholes so I had to cover the eyes with invizomizzium (transparent mizzium), while incredibly durable can melt to dragonfire. "
    She snaps her fingers and one of the exhibits open to reveal the exact darksteel armor, a plate armor cover one head to toe in as much darksteel as Ensara could design to cover up all holes.
    Iota-34 asks
    "Wait why do you only have a reactor and darksteel armor?"
    "Time mostly, you got to remember that much of this was spent figuring out how to work Darksteel in between things like my adventures on Magic the Gathering which has many planes worth of disasters by itself, and then I went to Gaia, which is bunch of high-powered anime fighting nonsense to adventure around in. While Exalted was mostly making my inner world and establishing the inner world city in the first place, didn't have the technological marvels it does now. Why before the darksteel reactor was hooked to the grid, entire city was powered by this viridicoal I invented, but thats another story. Its why I recruited so many artificer and scientists from the Izzet Guild and Kaladesh, so as to spread the work around. I hope you don't mind that I've taken some blueprints from your TARDIS to help make my city better when you offered Frode, y'know back when we attacking Nurgle? around that time? A lot of my tech is copied since why bother reinventing the wheel someone has already made something perfectly good already? Adventuring leaves little time for me to innovate. So!"
    She presents the darksteel ore in her hand
    "You said you have some suggestions for me regarding darksteel? I'm all ears. I'm nothing if not a shameless stealer of ideas."
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    Daemons of any stripe weren't covered under Frode's prohibition of the drukhari causing pain to others; as far as Frode was concerned, daemons were, at best, a species of invasive psionic parasite that only had what sapience they could siphon from their victims. But even if the prohibition had covered them, not even the daemons would be escaping the fall of Commorragh unscathed. Any daemon that ventured too close to the refugee portals was devoured in a storm of multicoloured lightning.

    Frode had made sure that the Eldar deities had access to the trans-dimensional refuges he had set up, and notified Isha and Cegorach of what had happened once his plan was fulfilled. He had watched with a sort of grim resignation, an acceptance of the unpleasant but necessary, while carefully noting how the souls were taken by Slaanesh. He had the beginnings of a plan, but needed to be sure he understood the Slaanesh-soul interaction correctly.

    The Commorragh orks were given flashing arrows guiding them to first the wide-open armories of the city, then to the largest Warp rifts as they developed- "Big krumpin' dis way!" Orks armed with the biggest guns that the dark eldar could provide, with Chaos wards from Frode's tech boosting the WAAAAAAGH! energy that already guarded them, would make life... interesting... for the denizens of the Warp.

    *****

    Within Ensara's Inner World, Frode looked over the darksteel with interest. He prodded a piece of ore with his abilities, feeling the familiar jolt of quantum feedback as he hit magic resisting him.

    "I do not mind at all if you took tech from my Warehouse." he told Ensara. "After all, I did offer it a number of times. If you wish to explore further, you are quite welcome. Just... be cautious as to which piles you shake too much. Actually..."

    He paused in thought for a moment, then formed a portal and reached through it. Bringing out a palm-sized three-sided pyramid of something metallic, he started to offer it to Ensara, then hesitated. "While we are discussing exotic materials- this is mysterium, the anti-magic metal. I haven't brought it out before now because I was only able to bring a small amount with me, and so far haven't been able to reproduce it. Doing so requires conditions unique to the Marvel universe, at least insofar as I've been able to figure out. It is tremendously powerful, versatile and useful, and you are welcome to this piece, but be warned that it disrupts spells, and casters are often unable to work any magic at all if they are in contact with it. And if you are able to discern how to duplicate it, that is a secret for which I would be most grateful."

    Having given the warning, he offered the pyramid to Ensara and returned his attention to the darksteel, dismissing the portal with a wave.

    "As to the darksteel... I believe that I would be able to work it if I maintained it within my Watchmaker Aura, nullifying the magic portion of its invulnerability. The question is whether the magic would adapt to the new form, or if it would simply mangle itself once the aura was removed, or even snap back to its previous form... although even that could be useful, if harnessed correctly." as soon as he finished talking, he suited words to actions, attempting to form the darksteel into something else with his powers while nullifying its magical properties, then stopping the nullification, and watching the results with interest.

    While he worked, he continued. "As to the eye-holes... you are able to do a certain amount of chronometric manipulation, are you not? A lesser paradox should allow you to have the helmet only exist from the outside, while from the inside you are seeing as if the helm were in a position it occupied in the past, and thus not have it obstruct your view while offering full protection."

    *****

    While Frode was speaking to Ensara, a smaller portion of his consciousness was setting plans in motion to hopefully help him deal with the new trans-dimensional threats. A fleet of subordinate TARDISes was created, each with its own power supply, but all of them lacking their own consciousness and having interiors that linked up with Frode's primary TARDIS form.

    The subTARDISes moved out, the bulk of them heading for the Small Magellanic Cloud to do some stellarforming of uninhabited star systems, while others entered faster time flows to create the weapons that won the Great Time War.
    Times being what they are, the stars aligning and the End of All Things barely registered as background noise.

    At a bit of a loss as to what to do next, and with bills to pay, a certain Elder Thing has taken up bartending.

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    Ensara:
    -The Darksteel Armor
    She will nod
    "Ah! Didn't think of that. time to make some modifications"
    She will go to the visor and unscrew it out, and toss the invizomizzum visor aside to a scrap bin, resolving to use it for something else someday- waste not, want not after all. She holds up her hands and says
    "Now behold....how Darksteel is reshaped"
    She chants an ancient Vulshok incantation while channeling red magic with great passion, not at the Darksteel itself but at the reality around it, heating up the space's metaphysics surrounding the helm- then she began shaping it so that the face plate not covers the face, the flowing into place within the bubble of liquid physics while reality is still not set. Then she lets it subside with a breath as reality cools down again. Then she enchants the part that would go over her eyes, inscribing some runes on it then infuses it with blue magic to put the outside and the inside out of sync in time as Frode suggested and finishes the enchantment.
    "There....should work now. thanks."

    -The Ore
    The ore simply seems to snap back to its invulnerable state once take off the Watchmaker perk's effects. This doesn't seem to be something unique to you but rather a feature of indestructibility in Magic the Gathering in general- indestructibility can be removed temporarily but snaps back to being there when the effect ends. It is perhaps the same principle that allowed Ensara to reshape the armor just now. It also doesn't seem to be immune to abilities that simply teleport the darksteel away or delete it from existence altogether- you can move darksteel around and you can warp reality to just banish it from existing entirely, but most conventional methods don't seem to work. Your perk is uniquely reality-warping on a level that it does this to darksteel, and there is no evidence that any dispel effects from its own universe would've worked- except certain Red Magic effects like Ensara just did.

    -On the Mysterium
    She quickly sheathes her hand in nemesis energy takes the Mysterium pyramid going
    "Worry not, I already have knowledge of Nemesis, which its own anti-magic force of a sort. Hm....first lets see how magically disrupting it is..."
    She summons a black imp, a construct of pure mana. She brings it closer and closer until she pokes it with the Mysterium, the the black imp disperses in a burst of magic.
    "....I see. It mainly seems to disrupt magic by directly touching it. Which means I think I examine it as long my magical equipment doesn't directly touch it. Thankfully I got something for this, behold!"
    She pulls out of elsewhere a.... magnifying glass made out of light blue crystal?
    "Behold! The All-Revealing Lens of Clarity! Made of pure adamant."
    Iota-34, looks at this quizzically "Its a blue crystal magnifying glass" says the heretic tech priest
    "A magnifying glass that would be legend more like! A mythical artifact made by own hands! Seemingly simple on the surface but full of potential in what it can see...."
    She looks through the Lens peering down smaller and smaller until she finds the subatomic particles of Mysterium
    "Ah....I see yes....yes. Thats strange. There are subatomic particles in this Mysterium not found anywhere else. Lets look it up..."
    She quickly takes a book she printed out from Frode's own archives on Marvel Physics
    "....Ah yes! Its made of Kirbons. Marvels little subatomic particle that makes it Marvel, named after Jack Kirby. You want to replicate anything from that universe, you first need to replicate these! Question is how....it can apparently be found in Marvel's cosmic radiation much like X-Rays and gamma rays so.....we're looking to replicate the particles......of....the Mystery which is beyond the Far Shores of Marvel, beyond life and death! These.....are the particles of god. doesn't mean its impossible to replicate, just difficult. Speculative initial method of replication: induce artificial miniature big bang somehow tuned to Marvel's frequency of vibes? I guess thats a bit of a crude method probably would be basically creating a mini-Marvel universe to get your particles.....Better idea is probably figure out a way to replicate the essence of Jack Kirby.

    ....or well Kirbons are from the cosmic heart of Marvel's universe so....oooooh....The White-Hot Room! What if IT IS the essence of Jack Kirby! If only Cytherea was still in her original form as the Divine Ignition this would be easier..... But! If six random mutant secret agent thugs can figure out how to make it, I can't imagine it being that hard as long as one can figure out how to remake the Core of Creation. Thats the hard part. Like I could probably replicate Mysterium right now with Constructive Convergence of Principles, just wyld shape it up, but if you want a supply of it or to make it yourself, I'd probably have to do some calculations to try and recreate what the White Hot Room is like from the Kirbons I see here, basically recreate it from first principles by extrapolating what kind of thing it would take to make them.

    Point is anything thats going to replicate Kirbons is probably going to a heart of the universe type of thing which will probably spew radiation outwards from that will......Marvel-ize things. Which if you don't want that....I'd theorize figuring out out some anti-kirbon shielding? Or maybe just radiation shielding in general, seems to work similarly enough. And if you want me to go that far I'd say I'd be making......oh something thats much like a solar fusion reactor- if "much like" means "is far more complex and powerful" with the potential dangers of failing being much more as a result. really a solar fusion reactor would be a chihuahua or a mouse in comparison to it, and you'd probably be able a lot more with than just make Mysterium.

    I could probably do this easier If I spent an AT token to get the Phoenix Force, since thats apart of the White-Hot room, probably help but.......I'm saving my AT tokens for things of THIS universe....but perhaps if I got the perk for a warp spirit to travel freely between Immaterium and Materium, perhaps the Chaos Goddess powers I have I could exert in the Materium could help, as all these calculations I'm doing don't take that into account. Of course another other option is to find whatever heart or core of creation is for the Warhammer 40,000 universe and see if it can't be repurpose as it were, but that journey would probably take us into the Deep Warp and encounter entities that would make the Chaos Gods look weak and cuddly, though I don't think you'd want to go bothering what lovecraftian entities that would be out there in a dreary universe like this one. Good news if that if I create the Heart of the Universe, it'll be through wyld-shaping so I just to take one of the many dead worlds this universe and start reshaping them. If we get lucky there might be some evil Marvel thing connected to the White Hot Room that we can kidnap and capture to help with that just randomly gets sent in.

    I am of course obligated to mention the simple solution of perhaps purchasing The Unique Materials perk from the generic 40k jump, its simple but won't teach how to do it yourself, which your probably after.

    But you might not want such cumbersome solutions just to replicate some anti-magic metal so other idea: I could summon a Third Circle Demon of Oramus to ask them, Oramus souls know the best about beyond possibility, mystery mystical stuff like this."

    She will go into another room that specifically tuned to Creation's physics with what looks like an astral orrery of Creation's heavens on the ceiling: the Sun, the Moon, and the twenty-five constellations of the Maidens
    "Thankfully I have the summoning room to recreate the conditions I need for summoning a third circle demon."
    She presses a button and the orrery fast forwards to Calibration, the beginning of the new year and thus a five-day eclipse. She steps into the summoning circle and raises her arms
    "I figure that this metal is from beyond possibility in Marvel, best being to ask is something that keeps a similar beyond possibility space. Hopefully their answer is better than trying to recreate the mechanisms of creating existence."
    She then gets ready, takes a stance says
    "I call you forth- Zolmitaeas, Keeper of the Beyond, Third Circle Soul of Oramus!"
    There is a sudden lightshow as Zolmitaeas enters through a portal through the Beyond, for a second appearing as a thousand different versions of themselves both possible and impossible then settles into their real appearance: an androgynous kind of draconic looking humanoid with seven arms, their voice changing randomly and unevenly, but all of them beautiful.
    "WHO DARES CALL ME FOR- oh, hey Ensara. Whats my favorite Green Sun Prince doing in whatever reality she found herself in? You haven't summoned in a while, come on you got to share some stories of your great deeds, the Yozi love yours since they involve different worlds than just Creation."
    "Hey I'm sorry, my mind wanders! Don't worry I'll tell you some good stories to bring back, but the task I've bound you here for to is help me replicate this material here called Mysterium made of Kirbons by this guy named Jack Kirby, any ideas?"
    She shows it the Zolmitaeas
    "Hm....have you tried recreating the Core of Existence that it comes from?"
    "I came up with that already yes, might be too cumbersome and big and dangerous. Thought you might have a different idea."
    "Ah I see.....thats why you called me. Okay. The trick to replicating something like this without potentially making a second heart of reality, is that you devise an occult ritual to replicate the essence of its made from, without actually making anything. you got to get symbolic with this. Basically you got to use symbols and chants to call upon associations that trick reality into producing the essence or vibe to make it seem as if the god was there without actually being there. So what are all the things this being made? The stuff he's associated with, their symbols, their legends things like that. What did he make?"
    She considers what he says as she starts writing down plans for a ritual circle to make.
    "Lets see.....Captain America, the Fantastic Four, the X-Men, Incredible Hulk, Marvel Thor, Silver Surfer, the Eternals.....yeah this basically made most if not all of Marvel as we know it. There is going to be a lot of symbols and incantations to include in this. Probably put it artistic designs of the Kirby Crackle for good measure. Just give me some time to experiment and get the ritual together, test one out a few times and I'm sure I can make a ritual circle anyone can do to make Mysterium. Assuming they get everything exactly right."
    She will then exchange a few stories with Zolmitaeas about her recent adventures before dismissing them back to Malfeas. She will turn to Frode.
    "So? What do you think? Did you just want me to wyld shape up a few for a one time thing, do you like the recreate the Heart of Existence idea, or are you fine with the ritual idea to replicate it? May have gotten a bit carried away."
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    Frode winced as reality melted. Being able to 'see' the underlying workings of reality with his mutant gift made watching it liquefy kind of a psychedelic experience... of the 'bad trip' variety.

    He shook his head to clear it, and watched Ensara do her chronometric manipulation curiously. Seeing someone use a completely different method to achieve an effect that he was very familiar with was a bit of an odd sensation, and he found himself trying to track the differences, despite barely being able to perceive the flows of magic involved, more intuiting their presence by tracking the missing portions of the expected currents of power rather than by anything he could sense.

    He followed Ensara to her orrery, only to flinch again as the oramus demon appeared. Even outside of what beyond-possibility maybe-beings did to his temporal senses, it reminded him uncomfortably of some of the paradox-beings he had needed to fight in the Great Time War. He composed himself after a moment, centering himself and taking a few steady breaths, and listened carefully to what had been said.

    "Perhaps ironically, the path that seems easiest at the moment is re-creating the Marvel Universe Big Bang, given my TARDIS abilities. I have never liked the magical side of things, mostly due to lack of experience; thus ritual, even if it achieves the desired ends, sits uneasily with me. And simply making a bit here and there with a perk..." he smiled slightly "wouldn't be nearly as much fun."

    "Actually, hosting the beginning of creation in miniature gives me an idea for molding darksteel in my own fashion." he said.

    He made a small gesture, and a complex series of lights sprang into existence between him and Ensara. They resolved themselves into mathematical formulae, along with more abstract Time Lord script for things humankind's maths had yet to even conceive of. Around them, a conceptual universe unfolded, a pale echo of reality conjured by the thought-patterns concentrated by the cosmic mathematics at play, almost-being brushing ethereally against the sub-reality of Ensara's soul-space.

    He moved his hand again, and the translucent not-quite-universe swirled along with the mathematical formulae as they shifted. "I think that the maths add up correctly," he said, "and Marvel-izing a miniature universe should not be that hard- just spike the initial energies with mysterium and the Kirbons should form- maintain it in a state shortly after its Little Bang, and I shouldn't even need to invade the White Hot Room, as the Kirbons would be free-floating for a while. If I was reading the forces correctly..." another shift of mathematics, the unreal potential universe abruptly expanding as perspective dove deep into it and the mathematics focused much more tightly. "then I might be able to manipulate darksteel using non-magical abilities in those conditions as well, as physics in the time just after the big bang were rather more fluid than they later became."

    Another minimal hand gesture, and things swirled back outwards and the formulae reset themselves. Frode turned to Ensara. "So, what do you think?" he asked.
    Times being what they are, the stars aligning and the End of All Things barely registered as background noise.

    At a bit of a loss as to what to do next, and with bills to pay, a certain Elder Thing has taken up bartending.

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    Ensara:
    She notices that Frode wasn't entirely comfortable with some of things she did. She smiles and claps her hands
    "I'm glad that I was able to help you find a solution! I apologize if anything I did caused any distress. Feel free to take your leave if you want, I'm just going to studying the technology I've found in this universe so far, also technology from the Anima universe -got a special thing for that but haven't examined it yet- making my own versions of it, forging a bunch of a cool spears because the Thousand Blades Style I learned is keyed to spears, things like that. Probably take whatever I got from your archives to try and improve the city with like food fabricators, internet and such, lots of things to do and tinker with- oh right the digi-weapons I got! Those'll be great for minituriazation."
    She pulls out one a digi-weapon, a little ring with a laser on it.
    "Did you know these things are made by alien techno-monkeys the Inquisition keeps around to make random technology in hopes they'll make something useful? and that the techno-monkeys were made by the same people who made the orks for the war against the Necrons a long time ago? Wild right? Imperium's so backwards they'll tame a literal alien animal in hopes they'll make new technology for them. Completely hypocritical of them to. and this thing just fires one shot! Clearly needs improving in its design. So much I can do with this, imagine: a smartphone on a finger! Hehahahaha!"
    She cackles and begins examining the digi-laser in her workshop and working on her own version of it, seven rainbows arms of her mind-hand manipulation charm manifesting as she begins examining, tinkering and building new technology at a rapid pace only a celestial Exalt could.

    Downtime?: Ensara goes on a making spree
    So yeah, unless you got business with her, Ensara's just going to start to making artifacts and technology over however much time you spend in Jaggan system, making making things: First she reverse-engineers the adepta sororitas power armor and the human-sized bolter she recovered on Scintilla, making her own version for Ensara City out of thran metal- due to its properties to grow its the metal made and sued through most of her inner world- and mass producing them for her forces, the religious symbols of the design replaced with ones more fitting for her culture: broken chains and cages for freedom, dice for giving everyone a chance, paintbrushes for self-expression, things like that. Manyclops even acquires her own power armor, bolter and thran-metal chainsword.

    Ensara will also replicate a food-fabricator design and distribute across her society but limit its selection to foods people need and such, not wanting chefs and cooks and restaurants of her city to be screwed over by the invention and to preserve the joy of people going out to eat and other making food for people to enjoy. As well establish internet which they didn't have before because between Exalted, Magic the Gathering planes and Gaia, drew largely from post-apocalyptic settings where technology is rare or steampunk-inspired worlds where its common but follows more aesthetics and wonder than logic. Sure they got weird stylish cars and artistic golems and constructs walking around serving them but some things you just need straight logic to do. Probably other improvements like that as we I think of them.

    She will work on the digi-weapons, coming up with an improved version by establishing a quantum-sympathetic connection to the darksteel reactor, allowing for unlimited power supply, studying its miniaturization technology she managed to put in smartphone technology, forcefields and laser weapons within it, making it protection, computer and weapon all at once. Most she could do with for the mass-produced version.

    She reverse-engineers the grav-gun she found to make anti-gravity bikes, as well as make engines for the airships to use. She also made plans for anti-gravity floating homes designed to be semi-mobile so that people can relocate their houses easily.

    From the Fractal Blade she will make a garden to start growing various fractal weapons, naming it the Fractal Armory Garden, figuring out how to change the sword into other weapons so they grow those instead, including arrows for a bow or crossbow. The Exalted could after all kill things even with a bow if need be. The Soft Sword she studies to figure out the polymorphic material that allows it to switch being flexible cloth and stiff weapon like steel when powered, which could have all sorts of uses.

    For her own weaponry, she began taking from her infinite orichalcum node, designing an orichalcum bolt pistol, an orichalcum plasma gun to dual wield, lacing them both with vitriol from Malfeas for her Infernal sensibilities. Then she makes an Orichalcum eldar chainsword for the beauty of it. Then two orichalcum shuriken pistols, because why not shoot monomocular shuriken at people? Next she takes some darksteel from the mines she has and makes a Hand Cannon of out of it, with a single ammo supply darksteel bullets enchanted to forever return to its clip. Time magic also made sure the gunpowder needed to make the reaction work also rewound to restore itself. One might question why she made a weaker gun than a boltpistol out of darksteel, but honestly when working with an indestructible material you didn't need to go that much stronger- with enough force, indestructibility became its own unstoppable force and piercing power. After all what can defend against a zooming bullet whose hardness is already effectively infinite? Honestly, she was looking for a good universe full of firearms like this to start making something like this anyways. She figures this darksteel hand cannon will make a good backup firearm. Or something to pull out whenever she feels like having a laugh, which is the more probable scenario given how things are going so far.

    Next she examines the Needle Sniper Rifle. An assassins weapon- her kind of weapon, but it could be better. She makes an initial frame of orichalcum for a new needle sniper rifle ubt she ain't done yet, not by a long shot. Next she gathers exotic materials from manses expressing various Yozi essences that she made so she can use them in crafting wonders like this- Infernal Exalted resonate mostly strong with their patrons essence after all. She gathers some diseased wood from the Metagaos manse, some poisonous coral from Kimbery's manse, psychedelic drugs from Hegra's manse, green-sun irradiated green iron from the Malfeas manse, and of course strange obsidian from the Ebon Dragon's manse. She incorporates all of these into the new sniper rifles design and of course adding vitriol for good measure, then carved into the design the teachings and iconography of Citrine Poxes of Contagion style. By the time she was done, she had created what she called "Venomspite, Sniper of the Yozis". A now viridian-green orichalcum needle sniper rifle that with enough training to unlock its evocations, she was sure she could inflict all sorts of nasty effects on people like blindness, hallucinations, green sun wasting (magical radiation), poisons, plagues of many kinds on people from long distance and she was pretty sure that it was compatible with her Citrine Poxes of Contagion martial arts, unlike most weapons. She is aware on some level the kind of horrible weapon she has made but she also thinks this kind of freaky stuff is cool and is pretty sure that Twilight Caste Solar Exalts have made worse things than this.

    She will however scry and teleport to a Vindicare assassin to punch him in the face and take his Exitus Rifle to study and make a more normal Orichalcum Exitus Rifle instead. Sure the freaky yozi-plague rifle was cool but she also liked sniping for the skill of it y'know? And its probably best to have a sniper rifle that doesn't cause a scene or freak people out when needed. She paints it black while leaving some of the orichalcum there as lining for a cool black-and-gold design. She'll name this sniper rifle something simpler: "Termination". Not very creative, but it got across the idea.

    Next she took the wraithbone she got from her job for the Eldar and began shaping it out into a blade, into a reaper daiklave, a long thing katana or saber like blade. The bone-white blade was soon complete but she wasn't sure what evocations she'd awaken with it. She guessed it'd probably do something with Warp energy, but she wasn't actually sure. Nevertheless it was a good exotic sword to use her Single Point Shining Into the Void Style with since she didn't any evocations with it yet, and so she had all the time in the world to experiment with what wraithbone could do as a material.

    On a katana spree, she will take some green jade from her stores and hammer it out into a new reaper daiklaive she calls the Blossoming Sakura Katana. The handle being classic green jade but the blade and cross-guard being made to look pink as sakura petals. She estimate many evocations involving sakura petals and such will come from it. She add it and the Wraithbone Katan to her Ophiucos technique by bathing her blood then and using ki to bind them spiritually to her.

    She will do some experiments to make some Mysterium using a ritual, but unsurprisingly getting ritual like this right when not even in the same universe as its supposed to take place with little examples to work with is hard even for someone as powerful as her and she ends up with a few duds or making things she didn't intend, like action figures of a few marvel people made by Jack Kirby. Needs some work.

    From the Rokker Shoota she took from an Ork on that Eldar dead world, she studies and makes an orichalcum guitar infused with vitriol to produce the music of the Malfeas- ironically the one part of Hell not full of malice, but the way this electric guitar is designed it can be used to blast sound as a weapon anyways even if she wasn't a user of Silver-Voiced Nightingale Style now.

    She decides to not fiddle with things like the Stryxis Curseblade or the ghost blade yet. So she instead starts searching for stuff in the black metal coin she attained from Gaia, finding designs for weird anime like weapons, Lost Logias from its more technological time: first she makes a Spear-Rifle (no not a bayonet) a spear with a complex repeating rifle that can shoot next to the blade out of orichalchum. Then an orichalcum sword-pistol. She makes a yo-yo, a cape, sword-whip, even a marionette out of orichalcum for planned weapon styles she wishes to master next, she'd make monofilament threads to but between the yoyo, the marionette she was making and the essence threads produce by Charcoal March of Spiders she was pretty sure that was covered already, she simply needed to learn the Ars Magnus to wield them like such threads.

    After that she will settle into making various spears, one to evoke each Yozi, using exotic materials from each manse, from the mirror-wood of Szoreny to the smoldering black iron of Isidiros, sandstone of Cecelyne and so on to build a collection up for her Thousand Blades Style.

    Her city, and Twisting River will not be idle during this time and will be trading and communication with the Jaggan system around them, sharing their technology and ideas with the Jaggans. Ensara's citizens doing more to spread ideals of freedom, liberty and equality both politically and economically than she could ever do herself or alone, not through any concerted effort or moral movement but simple interaction and exchange of ideas. The Jaggans however also learn from practical things with Genesis helping out to make cheap power armor from the adepta sororitas designs for their troops and bolters anyone can wield without the thran metal the people of Ensara City use. This all probably happening around the same time Frode does whatever improvements to the Jaggan system he wants.

    One day while this creating spree happens Twisting River and Iota-34 will converse
    "Does this.....creating spree usually happen with her?"
    "Sometimes." River says as she sips her tea. "artisan Exalts, especially Solar-level ones tend to have periods lasting days or weeks where they are full of inspiration and just.....make wonders at a rapid rate because they are full of ideas. This is fine, most of the time. Usually it just means they make a bunch of wondrous or cool things until their inspiration peters out, and in Ensara's case she just goes back to adventuring again to acquire things or inspiration for more things to make. Don't know why she is a Nadir Caste, as she acts like a Horizon when she gets like this and an Azimuth at other times. The real danger is if she starts getting ambitious and start talking about big projects that make superweapons to destroy anything the size of a city of bigger, thats usually when you need to talk them down from a bit from either succeeding or doing a hubris."
    They hear Ensara mutter she walks by:
    "Hm new idea: somehow make a Darksteel Forge for my inner world so that all my creations can be darksteel...."
    "Is that concerning yet?" Iota asks
    "....No its still benign and not talking destructively so its probably fine. Still, its probably best we stop this sooner or later before she makes some affront against the gods, decency or common sense."
    "Wait......do people where your from have the same relationship with these artisan Exalts as the Imperium does with the techno-monkeys? Just....wait around and hope they make something useful?"
    "Pretty much, the difference is that with Exalts it tends to work much more reliably and much better results if it doesn't result in them doing something catastrophic."
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    Frode smiled slightly and nodded to Ensara, taking his leave to *VWOORP* his way to a quiet pocket dimension of his own devising, where he could work in peace.

    The first thing he was going to do with a little downtime would be to make himself an assistant. And he had the ideal one in mind; while he was more than a little leery of developing an AI from scratch, particularly in a universe where Murphy's reign was as firmly established as this one, there was a well-proven one who he had worked with extensively during his travels as Krakoa's Techno-Ambassador, and one whom he believed wouldn't terribly mind being duplicated here.

    A short time later, a blue, roughly feminine, robotic form stood in front of him, doing an approximation of blinking.

    "Hello, Danger." he said. "Or if you would prefer a new name, being something like Danger's daughter, just say. I have included memories of what I know of the situation we find ourselves in, and was hoping that you would be willing to assist in saving this universe from stupidity-induced suicide."

    "Danger is fine." the cloned AI commented, turning from the array of upgrades Frode had left near her activation site. She reached behind her without looking back and started to assimilate a vortex manipulator and an eye of harmony powercell while continuing to talk "And this is an interesting universe you've dropped me in. I hadn't thought humanity capable of even more self-destructive madness than the ones back home, but here we are, I guess. Ah, well. It could be interesting. Count me in."

    "My thanks." Frode said, inclining his head to her.

    After a lightspeed exchange of ideas, Frode left her in command of his Small Magellanic Cloud project while he started work on more delicate projects.

    If there were any astronomers looking the direction of the satellite galaxy, they might notice that it seemed a bit dimmer. Several nebulae that used to be there were gone, and, if their instruments were sensitive enough, there weren't quite as many stars visible as there used to be. Dyson Spheres were rapidly forming, spun down into solidity from nebula gases by the powerful TARDIS tractor beams and matter manipulation. Danger and Frode's subordinate TARDIS bodies were, apparently, somewhat busy.

    After eyeing the infinite expanse of the Warp and its endless supply of pseudomatter, Frode wryly shook his head and, scanning the universe, picked out a lifeless galaxy. Stepping delicately back in time, he spun up the supermassive black hole at its heart into spiralling acceleration so that, by the present day, it would have formed an unstable toroidal singularity, the possible birthplace of a new universe. A simple timeslip later, and he had captured the Big Bang potentiality in a time-locked Universe Egg, leaving the black hole spent and the dead galaxy doomed to a slow drift apart.

    Creating yet another pocket dimension, Frode placed the Universe Egg in hypermatter suspension, carefully spiking the energy flows with Mysterium and allowing fractional time creep so that every step of the process could be carefully monitored by the battery of sensors and alarms he crafted all around it.

    Then, satisfied with his work for the moment, he left it to progress at its own pace. It would take some time, but the end results would, he hoped, be worth it.

    At the very least, he would hopefully not blow up the universe on accident.

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    With his grand experiment percolating gently in its own sub-dimension, Frode left it for perhaps humbler, but more important, projects.

    First of all, he unleashed his abilities on Jagganoga I, after a short consultation with the local leadership. Clean water, nutritious food, and safe living spaces for every resident of the planet, manufactorums shrunk down to a fraction of their original size while their output doubled, or even tripled in a few places, while being totally non-polluting, and everything announced beforehand via the communits that had spread the intial teachings of Teacher Frode.

    Then he visited the various other planets, offering the same for each to whatever local leadership existed, moving city-by-city where he had to.

    Once he had at least offered improvements to each planet in the system, he settled back for a good hard think on the daemon problem.

    Eventually, he came out with a pistol-sized device that had a few antennae sticking out, but otherwise seemed largely unremarkable. Careful examination might reveal some anti-chaos runework, and an odd resemblance to the much larger Gellar Field generators aboard starships. He visited Ensara and showed her the doodad with a smirk. "Care to try out my new toy? It should turn daemons into mulch while not even mussing the hair of materium natives."
    Times being what they are, the stars aligning and the End of All Things barely registered as background noise.

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    Ensara:
    You find it her finishing up her own personal orichalcum sororitas armor and filling it with her own iconography of the Nadir Caste, Tzeentch's now her Chaos Goddess symbol and so on. You see plans for things like "Gatling Pistol", "Mysterium Spear" and "Wyld-Shaping Gauntlet", and designs for a "Steampunk Gun" whatever that means but it seems she might be trying to make a gun that uses a steam engine to fire instead of gunpowder, the various spears already seems to have made and you seem to have missed all their bizarre methods of creation and make, probably for the best, there also seems to be some magitech blueprints from someplace called Gaia of various inventions but seems to rely on a magical energy known as "Zeon" a magical energy you know she doesn't wield, there seems to be speculative notes and theories on how to get around that, but she doesn't seem to be a in rush to complete this project given the tech level doesn't seem that high compared to other things. More relevant seems to be examining the Warp and observations as a Chaos Goddess how she can now calm the warp and cast spells with it without mishap as well as allow others to cast things without mishap as well, and the potential applications of a more useable, controllable Immaterium with some notes about potentially asking the Eldar about working this or that out. She also has seemed to have plans to make longbows, one very big named "Spear-Shooter" and another that seems to be more meant for stealth and subtlety, as well plans for a sword named "The Vol-Katana" and another sword blueprint simply called "The Refractor".

    She will take the gun Frode hands her, examining her
    "Hm. I mean can already destroy daemons with my fist, the reason I make weapons is mainly so I have more interesting way of fighting things than just tearing everything apart or punching through everything with my pure brawling skill. I already have tons of weapons to test out and you give me another- which is a first I give you, didn't expect you of all people to do that. But! lets actually test it out before judging it aye? see what it does."
    She will teleport to the Warp to find a random unaligned daemon of the Warp-something more common with how the Chaos Gods have been faring as of late- aims at it with Frode's gun and fires once to see the result.
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    Frode followed Ensara into the Warp.

    "I am actually somewhat proud of the design." he said. "The hardest part was making it so that it could be easily duplicated with common Imperium-level technology and infrastructure."

    The odd little weapon 'fired', and nothing obvious happened around the device itself. Around the hapless daemon, though, a spherical distortion in the 'air' snapped into existence. The daemon had a split-second to look uncomfortable, then it shattered into a storm of multi-coloured motes that faded almost instantly.

    Frode nodded in satisfaction. "It took a little longer than it would in realspace because of how it's designed, but it did function to spec. Excellent."

    He hovered upwards slightly, and sat with his chin in his hands and comfortably cross-legged on nothing. "The breakthrough was remembering how Gellar Fields work; what that thing does is create what is basically an incredibly intense Gellar Field an instant after giving off a pulse to dimension-lock the target, preventing it from fading back into the Warp. So the daemon is trapped in a segment of realspace that is many times more 'real' than normal, and it goes 'poof'. Meanwhile, if you used it on someone native to the materium... well, they might be slightly disoriented for a moment, but that's the worst that's likely to happen, unless they have a daemon grafted to their soul or some such nonsense. Since it worked so well, I'll pass it along to Genesis, and get his tech-priests to 'discover' it as archaeotech so that the Adeptus Mechanicus can start getting them out there."

    "Oh, and speaking of gifting you a weapon... when you mentioned spears a while ago, my mind wandered and I ended up with this..."

    Frode pulled a rather boring-looking bog-standard voulge out of one of his pockets, the only particularly noteworthy things about it being the grey shaft made of the same matte metal as the blade and a small, chunky sort of science-y looking bit of gribble just below the socket.

    "This is a Kree Universal Weapon in spear configuration. Allows for flight, some surprisingly potent forcefields, energy blasts, is surprisingly durable even by my standards, and it can create and destroy physical matter on the user's whim... about fifteen tonnes per second, give or take, according to my tests. Probably not overly exciting compared to your more... esoteric... weaponry, but it has a certain utilitarian charm to it. Yours if you'd like it." he said, offering the voulge to Ensara.

    "Oh, also, I got my pocket universe project started up, looks like it is working fairly well so far. I should be able to harvest kirbons within a week or two, and, if everything works out, I may be able to forge darksteel by the end of the month."
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    Ensara:
    She considers the gun and nods
    "Seems like its something more to mass produce for the people of this universe, yes. This....Gellar Pistol I'll call it, probably won't work in any other reality. But I could keep a copy for myself just to test it out....and to prank people with. But yes I'll work to spread its design when you can't."
    Then she is handed the spear and examines it with interest
    "Oh don't apologize. Jumpers I imagine are hard to gift for, especially as they grow more powerful. May not be much to look at, but given all the powerful things it can do, I think its high enough quality to work with my Thousand Blades Style of spears"
    She grips and attunes to it, putting motes of essence into it, the spear in her grip glowing for a moment as she binds it to her, then experimentally dismisses it and resummons it form Elsewhere, now floating telekinetically
    "and it seems my Thousand Blades style agrees. Yeah, a requirement of this particular martial arts style is that each weapon I add to it must be artifact level quality- I can't just add any old spear, I have to specifically seek out things that would count as something a hero or champion would wield, y'know Excalibur and things like it- which is fine for a collector like me, probably impractical for most other people. Same goes for my Ophiucos Ars Magnus for swords, couldn't pick which weapon I wanted to collect for that one- it was swords or nothing. So don't worry, I'm glad for the gift, didn't know the Kree had something like this and it'll be nice to use its abilities without going through evocation nonsense where I bond and use the weapon a lot to unlock its powers.

    Now you may be wondering how something thats normal in the Kree Empire could possibly count as legendary artifact level weapon for this and to that I must remind you the requirements are based on fantasy medieval cultures and what they'd consider legendary and powerful and what not. If I had to meet the requirements for what a legendary weapon would be for say.....the Time Lords? It would basically be impossible even for me. So despite its appearance it more than meets the requirements.

    Honestly I'm not sure what gift I possibly give you other than artistic works, you can go anywhere you like, you probably don't want or need weapons, I doubt any books of knowledge I can give you would be of use to you either because they use physics that don't apply, use physics you've already learned or are on some form of magic when you don't really care for magic, you don't really need protection, I guess I could probably design clothes for you, I had to learn to be a tailor so I could make the best stylish outfits for myself that still protect me....

    But enough of that! I think I've indulged by making/collecting urge enough for one.......two weeks? I lost track of time."

    She teleports back to the Sabre while still speaking to Frode
    "As a Chaos Goddess of knowledge, I have a lot information to tell you all, so strap in. You too, Alex

    I know where various remaining primarchs are, various things that are currently happening that we could interfere with, things we could pursue and such. I know the Octarius Sector is still a point of concern as its a battleground for the Orks and the Tyranids and due to how their biologies work are ever increasing in strength as they fight each other, which if either spill out would be bad. Roboute Guilliman is possibly someone we can look into to make things better, while the other primarchs I guess we can find if we want to see what they're about for some reason.

    There's the Nurgle cultist remnant fleet only one system away from us by the way, they seem to have won against the Imperium fleet sent to put the Jaggan rebellion since they're all space marines and the Imperium forces were mostly normal guardsmen- not without cost to them though, guardsmen took some of them with them. They are seeking revenge upon us for killing their god? I don't think they're much of a threat no matter how we choose to deal with them.

    We could get in contact with the Necrons see what they're doing, I have a few particular ones in mind that could be interesting: Szarekh the Silent King, who intends to unite the Necrons against the Tyranid threat but wants to manipulate other species to his own schemes, Trazyn the Infinite who basically is an evil archaeologist taking random unique things across the universe and putting it in his museum, Nemesor Zandrekh, a Necron ruler and military genius who still believes he is fighting an ancient necron civil war that has an oddly strong sense of honor, yet somehow still evades all the attempts to overthrow him by the Necron lords under him despite his questionable grip on reality, but that might be because of his bodyguard. There is Orikan the Diviner, a Cryptek known for his ability to predict the future and his 10,000 year long petty rivalry with Trazyn over their differing stances of ideology on past and future and over some tomb they were both after that ended in disaster. There is also the matter of the Oruscar Dynasty of Necrons possessing the Celestial Orrery, a superweapon capable of causing supernovas to stars through unknown means, which they use sparingly due to basically not wanting to cause a critical chain reaction in the cosmos but are waging wars to protect it from falling into others hands and there are lot of alien factions trying to get it including other Necrons-however if they detect Frode's dyson spheres, they might see the advanced technology as a threat to them, an indication an advanced species capable of harnessing said stars against the Necrons- that or the C'tan making them. Resource denial would be a logical thing for them to do in response.

    Also! I have....forces now. Forces that were once Tzeentch's forces. there's been some division with some cults breaking off not wanting to worship the new goddess of change and not liking my new "no sacrificing the innocent" direction I'm going, but I still have various mystery cults, an extensive spy network, an untold amount of Daemons, and the Thousand sons Legion of Space Marines including the primarch, Magnus the Red that we can make use of once we're outside the little bubble that Frode has mad, since I as the Chaos Goddess of Change I can control warp travel to be calmer and faster that will help our logistics in general, and if I can figure out the warp ritual thing without killing people- my current theory is that if I sacrifice mannequins instead it will trick the universe into thinking real sacrifices happened- I could deploy my forces to fight if need be. also any psykers we have, I can bless them to not have any mishaps with my Mark of Mephizara, so they can be more useful and not a danger to everyone around them. Basically, its not all worked out yet but I have armies now and we'd be fools to not use them. If your worried about my Daemons being a danger specifically, I can always enforce my will to control them directly in my Chaos Goddess form. Also once I get my next perk I'll be able to manifest in the Materium in that form directly and be able to direct and summon these forces much easier- as well use unprecedented amounts of psychic power in the Materium.

    There is the Tau, which while a minor power in the grand scheme of things, and are still an empire, they are at least a realistic empire, utilizing soft power and diplomacy to achieve their ends, reportedly giving humans a better life under their rule than under the Imperiums. All aliens that aren't Tau are still second class citizens in their Empire and they have a strict caste system for their own species, but they still better than the Imperium who just genocide everything in their way. They are also the most "modern" fighters in the galaxy, fighting strictly at range with their long range guns. I think of all the species they have the most potential to be reformed into something purely positive, just some modification to their Greater Good ideology, some adjustments to their society to not be so restrictive and I think they'll work fine. They also have demonstrated that they come up with new tactics and strategies and have done so to defeat a tyranid hive fleet, and are also one of the most innovative factions in the galaxy.

    Also! I've detected in the Warp that some parts of the Inquisition are going to do an experiment to try and make a second Emperor by sacrificing all the psykers that would normally go to the Golden Throne to instead fuse their souls to form something similar to the Emperor to try and fight against us on some backwater planet. And possibly at least one other experiment involving trying to "freeze" the Warp into order that my foresight predicts would be bad. I also know of plans that one of the emperor's many shattered souls is directing an already successful example of a soul fusion like this, someone called Ephrael Stern to try and take me out for being a Chaos Goddess.

    I can also track the movements of the Tyranid hivefleets of the galaxy by listening for the interference they put out, the Shadow in the Warp that causes pain and death to most psykers that hear it and disrupts the communications of any place they get near, thus making sure any warnings they send out don't reach anyone. If we want to fight the Tyranid hive fleets we can't wait for any warnings and will have to preempt them to fight them, or teleport to places where they already are. they are slower than Warp travel and don't use the warp to get around so the same trick Frode used here won't work to prevent them from getting anywhere. I can also predict where they are going to be by detecting the signals the Genestealers send out with their call as well as replicate their signal to lure them wherever we need them to be.

    Also there is the final plan of Tzeentch, the Dark Jumper Kalli to consider. She has two companion allies: Scarlet Witch and Ultron from the MCU movies, both altered by perks to be loyal to her. She also has great powers of a planeswalker, Solar Exalted and a celestial hybrid. She is, last I checked, in her own corner of the Imperium setting up her own version of the ideal Imperium society, hoping to spread it and conquer or destroy anyone against her.

    Mephet'ran the Deceiver and the Emperor are probably the two biggest schemers in the galaxy that aren't me now, but they are both in so many shards that I doubt we'll be able to face them as singular beings, and their schemes are subtle and many. The C'tan themselves are largely concerning themselves with gathering their shards to reconstitute themselves when they're not captured by Necrons. Not exactly any big targets to take out there.

    The Orks are all idiots who like to fight and they're basically infesting every corner of the galaxy. Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, the most notorious of all the Ork Warlords has proclaimed himself the Prophet of the Waaaaaagh! and thinks he is blessed by Gork and Mork and has lead one of the largest Waaaaaghs in eight thousand years to Octarius.

    There are also various new human civilizations popping up that the Imperium are launching crusades to reconquer even now. Not all of these new civilizations are good mind you, but it might be useful to encourage more diverse societies and thus ideas than just what the Imperium preaches in this galaxy, even if we have to deal with what new evils that arise. If we don't want to go around fighting Imperium forces everywhere (I do, but I'm me), it'd probably be a good idea to get Roboute Guilliman on the Imperium's regency to reign the Imperium in. There is of course no guarantee that all of the Imperium will obey him, but at least he'll be a force for reason within it.

    Also the extradimensional stuff is basically five Abyssal Exalted which means Creation's Underworld is involved, which I shudder to think about given this galaxy, a Lunar Exalted which is probably a personal matter of mine, and finally Kharne the Betrayer has acquired a Red Lantern Ring, which is bad for reasons that the greatest Khornate Berserker has been given the power of a lantern.

    Basically what I'm saying is there is no end to problems to fix or adventures to have, and I haven't even gotten to the actual exploration stuff Rogue Traders do on the edges of civilization and whatnot. So....a lot to discuss about what direction to go."

    "How do you know all this? This is a lot of information" asks Rhiannon
    "Well when you give me the opportunity to become the new Goddess of Change, Knowledge and Fate, to replace one of the greatest schemers in the galaxy who has great power to see the past, present and future, what you get kind of comes with the territory, now doesn't it? We have more information than we probably know what to do with, be glad I'm sharing it with you freely rather than keeping it to myself like some deceptive jerk for my own purposes."
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    "Do not worry about responding with a gift," Frode said, waving a hand as he followed Ensara back to the Sabre. "The joy is in the crafting for me, so in a way, by introducing me to darksteel and inspiring a project, you have already more than repaid anything I have done for you."

    "In any case, my dimensional twist of the system seems to be holding steady, so the Nurgle remnant fleet can't reach us for the moment anyways. Really, I am not sure what they are thinking; what are they going to be able to do to us that their 'god' could not?"

    "If the necrons decide they don't like my dyson spheres, they'd be right in an odd way... a couple of them are a part of my ongoing plans to neutralize them as a threat, and the remainder are, indeed, a weapon, albeit one that I doubt anyone but myself could wield. But as far as their sun-popper console goes, could one of us not simply appear next to it, grab it, and teleport out? Their superweapon blipping out of existence would probably drive them mad with paranoia, and none of the factions vying for control of it would believe they didn't have it anymore, either. Also, do the necrons have extra-galactic capability? I set my spheres in the Small Magellanic Cloud to hopefully be clear of most of the Warpy nonsense and to be out of reach of the galactic powers."

    "As you might have guessed, I am thinking about taking on the Necrons next; with my abilities, they are simpler for me to deal with than the more strictly biological menaces like the Orks or the Tyranids. If you have a method by which you think I could communicate with one or more of their more trustworthy leadership, my plan could actually be facilitated, at least for the short term."

    Then Frode made a very unhappy face. "A Lantern Ring in the hands of any antagonistic force is very bad news. They are known as 'the most powerful weapon in the universe' in their home reality, and I have seen nothing to make me think that description is wrong. That kind of thing is precisely why I started building more powerful weaponry, in the hopes that I might be able to nip this kind of problem in the bud. Unfortunately, it seems that such is not to be..."
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    There's a slight lurch in reality as the Exalt is going on her exposition-rant and then Alex appears.

    She looks different: IE, noticeably older. She looks to be about her mid-20s now and has replaced her armored costume with a toga that seems to be made out of the White light, if the actual glow had been dimmed considerably.

    "So I was just in the middle of an extended ritual that projected a portion of my soul into the Emotional spectrum to grant me an inherent connection to the Spectrum greater than what I already possess in order to rapidly accelerate my development as a New God while simultaneously doing the same to Rose via her connection to the Green with us each serving mutually as the other's familiar and Molly serving as a secondary familiar with her own post-Awakenng development being accelerated by spillover in energy from both of us."

    "What have you been up to, and also what's this about a power ring?"
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    "One of Khorne's goons got ahold of a Red Lantern Ring somehow. I'm assuming that the red light of rage in the hands of a berserker who worships the living incarnation of AAAAANGRY! is probably not a good thing. I don't suppose your 'New god of Emotional Spectrum' powers include the ability to turn power rings off, do they?" Frode told Alex.

    "Oh, also, congratulations on your various ascensions. I had made something for you, although it may be less necessary now that your companions are more formidably empowered..." Frode waved a hand and two small devices, looking more like brooches than anything else, popped into existence from one of his myriad sub-realms. "These will either allow your companions to teleport directly into your warehouse, or else teleport them to your current position; I am better than most at dimensional mathematics, but things become somewhat... uncertain... when dealing with Jump-chan's workings." He offered the two small pieces of jewelry- each loosely patterned after Rose and Molly's preferred outfits- to Alex.

    "Speaking of companions, I now have one- Danger-" Frode said, sending a brief technopathic message through the subspace bond he shared with Danger. She appeared in a brief flash of light, looking slightly disgruntled.

    "Yes, yes, hello and all that. I'm not sure what you made those subTARDIS brains out of, boss, but they're dumber than rocks without you or me directing them. If I stay here too long, you're likely to end up with the entire Lesser Magellanic Cloud in your lap or something equally idiotic." the blue-shelled AI announced, waving a hand in a not-quite-brief-enough-to-be-dismissive gesture at the other jumpers.
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    Ensara:
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    "I can explain why the Plague Marines are still trying to kill you: basically, Space Marines are designed and indoctrinated to be fearless- the phrase "And They Shall Know No Fear" is an ending phrase to a quote commonly attributed to the Emperor when talking about their creation. This is so that they won't hesitate during battle, won't retreat, won't be intimidated by the various alien horrors of the galaxy and so on."
    "....The practical upshot being that they have no flight instinct, only fight. And thus will pursue any foe to the ends of the universe with only hatred and determination. No doubts, no caution, no little voices in their head to restrain or warn them." Ensara says "Which explains why Space Marines are so corruptible by Chaos- so much of the corruption is based on making desire into obsession and playing on people to keep going no matter what. Those Plague Marines are going to be determined to be kill us no matter what.

    As for Kharne the Betrayer having that ring....yeah, Lantern Rings are powered by emotions, a ring of rage.....powered by a cultist who is eternally angry.....your basically looking at a rage-Larfleeze. He's the Champion of Khorne so he is the angriest of the angries. My integrity charms could defend against any shaping/reality warping or psychological effects such a ring could impose on me, and I'd gladly fight him. Perhaps I'd find a worthy opponent! But at the same time... Though I do hope we face something other than Chaos, I'm getting bored going back to those guys constantly. Perhaps if you guys insist on dealing with Kharne immediately I'll just find a way to pause him in time until I feel like facing him in one on one combat so we can do something else. We just got done with two Chaos Gods, we should focus on something else."

    She says, slamming her fist into her palm with a smile, then sobering up as she thinks how much they've been facing Chaos lately.
    "As for the Celestial Orrery.... I'm sorry to inform you Frode, but Trazyn the Infinite has already visited the Orrery. Why this relevant? Well first of all in his visit I saw him explicitly step INTO the Orrery- its not a small little magical Whovian doodad like a console, but rather a room that you walk into. Thus its probably built directly into the Oruscar Dynasty's Crownworld of Thanatos. Furthermore, its not just a display to destroy stars with- its a constantly updating map of the galaxy, a perfect reflection of it somehow, a strategical model that can even make predictions. Furthermore its not the act of snuffing individual stars out with your fingers, its any change you make to the display within causes changes in the galaxy- idly pass your hand through a few stars, those stars die for real. Its THAT interactable and perfect a representation. But thats just the thing: this room could just be the equivalent of a computer monitor and taking it could be just stealing the screen and not the parts that actually store the whole model of the galaxy and destroy the stars when you alter it. Now you might say stealing the screen would still be ensuring they can't use it, but the Necrons unlike most do actually have nanorobotics in the form of Necrodermis- they probably have the whole design of the Orrery, the information upon it and so on backed up somewhere, and if you take the room- well, they could probably just rebuild it from their blueprints good as new using Necrodermis and reload all the information.

    Second of all, Trazyn didn't steal the Orrery, when he as the archaeologist-immoral but still an archaeologist- he is, he would see the historical significance of something unique like the Orrery and want to put it on display it in his exhibitions in his own tomb world of Solemnace, and of course recognize the practical benefits of making sure one of the greatest weapons in the galaxy doesn't get used to potentially blow up civilizations he could study and gather specimens to display in his exhibit, he does after so like them to be authentic as possible after all. If the Celestial Orrery was so small that Trazyn could've captured it in one of his Tesseract Labyrinths that he uses like pokeballs-trust me, listing all the people and things he has stolen to put on display would be too long to be worth hearing about- so if he could have taken the Orrery for his own purposes, Frode, he WOULD have and don't think Necron law would've stopped him, he has made more than one enemy among the Necrons for liberating what he prizes even from other Necrons. But he didn't, so we must presume that he could not.

    And of course, I'd personally think it a quite reasonable assumption that a machine capable of destroying stars, monitoring the entire galaxy to the point of its display being a perfect reflection of it that it can accurate predictions about what happens next in it and so on would be quite big in size and scope! Its only Time Lords that would be so advanced and privileged as to even be capable of putting their super-weapons in something so small you can use it as an smartphone or a laptop or something. Honestly Frode you just demonstrated not too long ago that you can somehow make big bangs happen in your hand somehow, I'm freaking magic and chosen by mythical primordial demiurges who created a flat world in a sea of chaos and even I don't know how you did that. What makes you think the Necrons could miniaturize one of their greatest weapon down that far, or do so knowing that it would make it easier to steal?

    As for the Necrons knowing about the Magellanic clouds, Frode, we're both mere humans enhanced though we may be and we thought of and know of them- why wouldn't the Necrons, given their robotic minds, their immortality, their thoroughness, think of the Magellanic clouds? Szarekh the Silent King was known to even fly outside the galaxy for many millennia, and first discovered the Tyranids while doing so, he flew back specifically to warn the rest of the Necrons of them. A civilization so advanced and focused on long term sustainability, I don't think wouldn't discover or not account for them. Sure you can technically say the Orrery shouldn't model them because they're not technically part of the galaxy but dwarf galaxies orbiting it, but I don't think anyone designing the Orrery would go "shucks guess we're not including them in it" rather than just expanding the scope of the design to include them even if its not technically "the galaxy"- they're already modeling and manipulating so much, whats two dwarf galaxies more, if they have the capability?

    That and I imagine, the Oruscar Dynasty themselves would probably hide the Orrery quite differently if it was so mobile, instead of putting it at the heart of their crownworld and putting a bunch of guards around it ad fighting others coming for it. If it was so small as to be stolen away, don't you think they would simply find some obscure planet to hide it on rather than constantly fight for it?

    As for me, I'm biased towards whatever allows me to test my new martial arts and weapons I have made and I have a lot to test out, though something which I could use my new Chaos Goddess powers even its from the Warp could also be interesting."
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    Frode opened his mouth, but Danger spoke first.

    "I see your point with these Necrons, chief, but I wouldn't oversell the whole 'robotic brains' thing, if this universe' AIs end up anything like the ones back home. Just look at that hot mess Ultron... did you know that it was possible for a being to have an Oedipus complex and an Elektra complex simultaneously? I sincerely wish I still didn't. I think he wants to kill both his parents, and then... go ****... himself..? Blech." Danger shook her head violently, electrical cable 'hair' rattling. "Or the Technarchy, who are star-killing roboplague monsters who eat souls... and fall in love with their food? Or something? The whole race is violently insane, to the point that one being born more-or-less sane by the standards of the rest of the universe was a mutation. And the Sentinels, who hunt mutants and whose logic is so twisted that one of their most advanced models... as in 'from the future' advanced... was convinced that they needed to go kill the sun as the source of all mutations. Robo-logic kind of goes out the window once true sapience comes into play."

    Frode made an amused noise and nodded to his companion. "In any case, I was more wondering if the Necrons could reach the Small Magellanic Cloud, not if they knew of it. But that, I suppose, does not matter that much at the moment, at least until they are relocated there, if all goes to plan. I still worry a little about this Celestial Orrery, though. A possible solution would be me simply removing the entire planet to another galaxy, but if the map is as sensitive as you say, going timey-wimey wibbly-wobbly" here Danger shot him a strange look "with it has a strong chance of... unintended consequences. Like nothing happening at all. Or the universe exploding." he shrugged.

    "I am also reluctant to employ solutions that will kill the planet. It is doubtful that necrodermis could reconstruct the weapon if the entire planet had been converted to enough energy to destabilize their sun's orbit, or if the planet were simply hurled into the sun at several multiples of lightspeed, but the necrons appear to be individually sapient. So weird robo-mummies or not, I cannot kill billions of them out of hand, simply because of a danger their leadership might someday pose." Frode showed a brief glimpse of unhappiness on his face, although it was hidden quickly.

    "I do have a plan that I think has a good chance of success- Matrix-ing the Necrons as a whole. I have created multiple Dyson spheres as datastars to be the basis of a trans-temporal virtual reality that should, based on what I know of Necron science, be indistinguishable to them from true reality. It should take them generations to figure it out, and I do not plan on making that any easier than I have to- the simulation will be running slower than realtime, and at least one of the universal constants that they have yet to discover- probably Camboolian Flat Mathematics- is going to be altered very slightly so that the majority of the advances they make while in virtual space useless in reality. The biggest problems at the moment for me are capturing the entire race simultaneously, and the moment of transition. The new reality should be indistinguishable from the old, but I have no way to disguise the change from one to the other."

    "The best idea I have for the moment is to offer the necrons their bodies back, and use that transition, from mechanical to biological, to disguise their transition into virtual reality."

    Frode glanced at Ensara. "And I created a secondary Big Bang on the fringes of reality, from the heart of a dead galaxy; not even the time lords could create a palm-sized Big Bang out of nothing. Admittedly, creating a Big Bang when you have the right ingredients is not actually that difficult, merely somewhat tedious and mind-numbingly dangerous, unless you have some fashion of quick exit from the reality you are re-booting, or some way to contain the new universe."

    Danger gave Frode a sharp look, who caught it and held up placating hands. "Thankfully for most universes, which rarely have a shortage of self-destructive imbeciles, one of said ingredients is an understanding of mathematics that goes beyond anything that even what most cultures consider gods can manage. The other ingredients are millennia of time, and high-tier gravity manipulation, should you be curious- you need to spin a supermassive black hole up into a toroidal singularity, which could theoretically create near-infinite quantities of zero-point energy, but in practice mostly explode. Besides, there are far safer methods of creating near-infinite energy, like Rassilon's Sun, the Eye of Harmony."
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    Ensara:
    She pours a bottle of amasec into a artifact chalice known as a Lotus Blossom Cup, a cup that purifies anything of poison, disease and drugs. A minor wonder the Exalted routinely used to drink from. She drinks a sip thinking about her response.
    "Well of course we don't destroy their entire planet or kill all their population Frode, what do you take me for? I'm just stating the facts. Its just that the solution to the Orrery might not be as simple as one would like it to be. Honestly I'm confused as to why you jumped to such things. My only point when it comes such things is that given the universe, don't be too guilty over those that DO die in the course of things. Necrons in particular are hierarchical aristocratic government that want to establish Necron supremacy of their eternal empire but are so divided they scheme against each other, and the ones that really have their minds intact are the nobles- the lowest in the hierarchy, the necron warrior's or civilians have been limited in the processing power due to their design and retain little sentience and few emotions or instincts. The amount of intelligence they have increases as they go up the hierarchy. Furthermore those Necrons that die constantly get their engrams teleported back to their homeworld, and their memories and mind decays a little each time, until they become nothing but automatons. Those Necron Warrior's carry out their orders without stopping, and their superior's order must be very precise.

    So really, fighting Necrons are pretty much fighting an immortal army- they aren't really "dying" but their minds would get damaged more it goes on- the ones whose minds aren't already limited due to being bio-transferred into merely adequate robotic bodies compared to the ones designed for the Necron nobility long ago. Your kindness towards them despite being perhaps the most durable, near-immortal, if not immortal species in the galaxy is noted and admirable though. That and a bunch of Tomb Worlds-I think most of them- haven't even woken up yet, so depending on your perspective they may be easier or harder to get into your virtual world thing. Their entire thing is that they're starting to wake up and if they all woke up they'd be somewhere near their War in Heaven strength, if a bit decayed by sheer time/entropy. And the War In Heaven was crazy. Makes the current wars look small and insignificant in comparison. I guess if you care so much you could try to restore and modify their minds to all be equally sapient, but as the entire species has no souls it'd be questionable if your restoring the old people or creating new ones based on whatever you calculate their brains would originally look like.

    And of course, not all of them seek to reverse biotransference back to being Necrontyr, but whether you consider that important depends on the Necron I guess. Furthermore there is probably a particular Necron that can divine the future and thus knows to avoid us- Orikan the Diviner, not only that but his goal is not to return to being Necrontyr, but to ascend to divinity. Also, the Necrontyr bodies were.....highly irradiated and short-lived. There is a reason they sought such immortality in first place: their biological lives quite frankly, sucked. There are downsides to their current forms in various ways, but I doubt all of them are jumping at the chance to return to a body so frail and prone to health problems. From what I know of them, reversing biotransference back to their old bodies is not a universal desire of theirs- Nephrekh Dynasty instead seeks to become beings of light, for example."
    She takes another sip
    "and some Necrons are either just mindless puppets for the C'tan or have been infected by the Flayer virus and thus driven insane with hunger for blood and gore as well as wear their enemies skins, a final curse by a C'tan they killed long ago.

    I'm not saying you don't have an interesting solution to their problems- I'm just saying this is an entire civilization and alien species here. Even in the circumstances they have, they are not a monolith with all the same motivation. They can't all be Dark Eldar where they're small and horrible enough a one-size fits all solution will roughly work, and even then I'm a bit disappointed that you just got rid of them so suddenly without giving me a chance to visit it and troll them a bit.

    Anyways I guess could try using my mastery of illusion magic to try and trick them into your virtual world thing, not sure I can get to the global scales you seem to like to operate on? This would be new planeswalker blue illusion magic so......"

    She shrugs
    "....Not sure what else you want me to do? I mean I guess I could try mental magic, see if their robo-brains can be affected by that. They are vulnerable to the warp, its supposedly their weakness due to them not using it in their technologies and science?

    But you derailed me with your talking of solving an entire species which I do not like to think in such terms when I largely concern myself with thinking to solve problems of individuals, of people and situations. Putting a bunch of beings under the same umbrella like that just because they all have the same general body plan doesn't seem right to me personally, but you do you.

    As for the Oruscar Dynasty, last I checked, the Kardenath Dynasty is still sieging them to this day for control of the Orrery. This conflict takes place on the far side of Ultima Segmentum, way outside Imperium control. But due to the changes wrought upon the galaxy, Craftworld Dorhai which believes themselves to be the only pure survivors of the Fall and that all other Eldar have been tainted by Chaos have joined the conflict, perhaps believing that if they have control, they blow up the suns other craftworlds are near to destroy all the other Eldar. In addition, Waaaagh Bork and one of the four ork warlords claiming to the Tyrant of Kragga, two different ork empires are heading in the general direction of the Orrery without really knowing what it is but are probably excited at the prospect of a fight nonetheless. Not to mention that as a Chaos Goddess I could sense a few remnant alien factions seeking the Orrery to get their revenge on the Imperium. Also Hive Fleet Jormungandr seems to be heading in the Orsucar's general direction as well. The Celestial Orrery, seems like it could be the site of a great battle without any of the Imperium being involved!

    Now before you say something clever and simple like figuring out a way to teleport the entire crownworld somewhere else with your TARDIS instead of dealing with all that.....shouldn't we be learning more about the enemies we're facing? like, directly? instead of avoiding them or shutting them down before we ever interact with them? This could be a good opportunity to learn about many alien races at once! And can't I at least battle Hive Fleet Jormungandr because while there is no chance they'll eat any Necrons, any dead Tyranid is good right, and they'll probably eat the orks and Eldar there to increase their biomass, thus empowering them if we just leave them alone, and if even if you come up with a clever way to block them, they'll just change direction and some other world to eat down the line.

    as for Oruscar themselves, if I didn't want to kill anyone, I'd probably employ a lot of trickery personally. The Oruscar sees themselves as the appointed gardeners of the galaxy, using their ability to destroy stars rarely if it all, and thus sees their guarding of it as a moral matter. Letting them defend the Orrery is good because they are some of the people least likely to use it. I'd sabotage the Kardenath's efforts to besiege it in disguise so that they cannot continue warring upon them, make the orks and the tyranids fight each other so they're occupied by each other, which leaves Craftworld Dorhai, who have for millennia not moved upon the Orrery at all so its comes down to infiltrating and investigating what exactly made them look for it whether its discovering the knowledge or whether there is a specific leader making them do this plan and find a way to trick them or change the circumstances so they leave. Then with all the foes preoccupied and whatnot I'd disguise myself as a necron, infiltrate their crownworld and figure out exactly how the Orrery works and find a way to sabotage it so that their big galaxy display can't destroy a thing and rig it so if they try to fix that, the star they're orbiting will explode, destroying them. If done right they would continue using the Orerry as they always have unaware that no stars are actually being destroyed since....the very device thy use to do that is also the device they use to monitor the galaxy and thus if its modified to only pretend like the stars destroyed, they won't know the difference unless they check the parts underneath so to speak, the rigging being a backup in case they want to actually destroy any planet and I do not particularly desire a super-weapon that makes the Death Star look weak in comparison."

    Iota 34 asks
    "Wait couldn't you use the Orrery to destroy Tyranid hive fleets?"
    "Could but it wouldn't be worth it. The current hive fleets flying about the galaxy are just scouts for the main force and detonating stars to destroy the entire Tyranid biomass would basically require detonating every star in the galaxy anyways......assuming some hive fleets cluster up or something, there are actually more hive fleets than there are planets in the galaxy, so really detonating the entire galaxy to destroy the main Tyranid hivemind isn't technically a surefire plan, simply due to the sheer mass of Tyranids involved. If we had a spare, entirely lifeless galaxy to lure them to and detonate the Tyranids at and if the Orrery could update itself to use the galaxy instead, I'd consider it, because I doubt there would be much Tyranids left over from that. It mean would losing entire galaxy-mass foes to fight but sacrifices of luxury would have to be made. Thankfully we don't live in that world as far as I can tell."
    "But then how do you plan on defeating them?"
    "....I don't know yet! But don't lose hope, I'm sure I'll come up a way sooner or later to either fight the Tyranids in glorious combat where I don't have to hold back against such a great mass of foes, or come up with some clever solution both sublime yet terrifying to get rid of them that makes all who witness it both fear and respect me in equal measures if I really need to get serious, either one. Or Alex or Frode will come up with something, probably they seem to be the on the ball about that."
    Rhiannon speaks up
    "Pardon me, but....as someone actually from this galaxy and universe, shouldn't we have a say in how threats are taken care of? For some reason you keep ignoring the Octarius Sector even through the Ork/Tyranid situation will end badly no matter who wins that and the Imperium only has a thin blockade around that to stop it when it breaks. As long as you getting the galaxy under some semblance of control, wouldn't it be reasonable to solve what is basically a ticking time bomb?"
    "Ah yes, Octarius, that is a ticking time bomb indeed- either Orks win and become super-strong or the Tyranids win and become super-strong, and each new faction that goes there only adds to the mounting fighting. That Sector is not headed anywhere good, my chaos goddess predictions showed me that."
    "And if nothing is done about it, it grows out of control, the Imperium, probably the Inqusition will try do.....an extreme solution to it. You lot seem to not like it when the Imperium does its normal procedures so....I can't imagine how much you hate whatever....creative... solution an Inquisitor comes up with to respond to an unstoppable ork or tyranid horde coming out of Octarius. Who knows? It could performing an unprecedented amount of Exterminatii or pulling out some dark artifact or forbidden piece of technology no one in their right mind would use, or something else you probably would think is horrible. And are you seriously going to not pay attention to the fact that an Inquisitor is going to sacrifice all those psykers you wanted to save by repairing the Golden Throne just to make a weapon, probably against you? I may be a....sigh....former Imperial....but I'm kind of questioning your priorities at the moment. You have made more progress on the Chaos Gods than anyone has in ten millennia yet have not lifted a finger against the Tyranids aside from a genestealer cult that just happened to be here."
    "Indeed, we will have to get around to that sooner or later."
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    Frode sat and thought, apparently very briefly, before blinking and tilting his head to one side.

    "I believe I may have just had an idea; sabotaging the orrery sounds like an excellent idea, but while we're there, I believe I can forge an artifact that would be able to interact with it and provide at least a partial solution to the Octarius conflict. Using the Celestial Orrery as an amplifier, I can deploy a temporary Neverwhen Flux to devolve both Orks and Tyranids down the line to their weaker forms. The greatest difficulties will be integrating it with Necron technology in time, then disengaging or destroying it in such a way that our sabotage of the orrery would remain undiscovered. Also, making sure it stops when it's supposed to."

    "And I did not mean to suggest that you were inclined to simply genocide the planet out of hand, Ensara. I was working through my own thoughts on the matter, and removing the planet from existence one way or another, while well within my abilities, it is not within my frame of morality. Also, teleporting away something as poorly-understood and intrinsically connected to local space-time as the orrery is likely a very bad idea- the least destructive probability... aside from the planet simply staying where it was, at least... is this entire galaxy being dragged along with the throneworld. Things escalate from there up to and including 'universe go boom'. So it is not something I am inclined to try."

    At that point, Danger simply waved at the group and blipped out of existence with a brief flash, heading back to the Small Magellanic Cloud and her fleet of brain-dead TARDISes to continue work on the Dyson Spheres.

    Frode gave a distracted return wave, then pursed his lips in an odd, crooked half-smile. "Of course, before we go devolving the Octarius Sector, I am thinking we should visit there- both so we can evacuate any civilian survivors, and so Ensara can have a satisfying brawl with the Hivelord and the Warboss. Also so that I can study the Orks. I do have some ideas of how to solve the problem they pose, but I need to understand them better before I can try. And in between all that, we can perhaps attempt to persuade the non-crazy participants in the fight to bugger off somewhere less likely to get them turned into prehistoric rodents."

    "And speaking of understanding... I apologize for any errors I have made out of ignorance; I appear to be working from incomplete information. However, differing goals or not, I must ask you one thing; are there any Necrons that you are aware of that do not consider the galaxy to be their property, and the other races to be infestations at best? Well, excluding the lobotomized ones who aren't considering much of anything, of course."
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