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Kane watched the Necron Fleshgrafter from his psycher divination orb from onboard his stealth ship. What was the made machine up to….

Two black clad imperial assassins lay dead in puddles of their own blood as the rain fell and blended with their life fluids the Necron spy responsible for their deaths stalked along the upper balcony of the Administratums Scriptorium deep within the heart of the Imperial City.
A17roolz had been sent to recover a Codex detailing Chapters of the first founding bu his masters, what was odd was that he had long ago stopped listening to his masters and was more or less a renegade unit prone to trying to by an organic. However this time something deep within his programming and collective date/memory files had re-booted an old Slave CPU and brought him at great hate to the imperial city.
Rain he hated rain he found himself thinking…Why do I hate rain logically I should hate nothing I have no emotions….”I have NO BLOODY EMOTIONS” he shouted to no one in particular. Fool he thought I am going mad…I cant go mad he said to himself I am a machine!
His rant had attracted the attention of the Arbiters. “Holt or we fire” +++ TERMINATE BIONOIDS. TARGET HEAD VISOR. MINIMUM ARMOUR> MAXIMUM DAMAGE. TERMINATION 99.9% LIKELY +++ Said his combat computer. Without thinking A17roolz raised his enhanced bolter and fired. The special shelles entered the visors of the targets and liquefied the flesh within. Good job they where not space marines they would not have shouted for him to stop. +++ 67% POBERBILITY WE WOULD HAVE SUBSTANED DAMAGE, 44% CHANCE THAT WE WOULD BE UNABLE TO COMPLETE DIRECTIVE +++ Some days he felt like he had multiple personalities, then he realised that he did and it was normal for him because he was a walking, talking computer!
The Blue floor plan overlay instructed him to enter at the next door turn left and go down the stairs. Here it told him was a disused terminal which his nano tech would be able to fix in less than 2.33 seconds. +++ WE HAVE BEEN SCANNED +++
“Imperials” the worried would be spy said? Why did he always say things out loud the bloody computer was in his neural net grrh. +++ NO EXTERNAL. WE HAVE BEEN TARGETED FOR TELEPORT +++ But we have no teleport homer on us, bugger that old lady who fell against him in the market. She had given him some lucky clover. He went to rip it from his trench coat. +++ 0.01 TO LATE +++.
Suddenly a purple field surrounded the Necron and where one he was standing in a data alcove in the heart of the Imperial City he was now in the teleporter room of some kind of ship with an Elder and Squat pointing Multi-Melters at him. A figure stepped out of the shadows, the lady from the market. No his features blurred and phased out of existence only to reform in the Armour of one of the renegade chapters a Thousand Son.
Pointing his Power Sword at the Necrons neck he spoke. “Kane, William Kane, Renegade, Renegade of the Thousand Sons Chapter of Marines, No what is a strange creature up to?”
A17roolz gulped and felt his stomach churn. “ I DON’T HAVE A BLOODY STOMACH” He shouted as he shoulders slumped and his would be captors all looked at each other more than a little confused. The Renegade Warlock activated his head comm.
“Navigator make for SIRUS 7 as planned, jump to the WARP”. She ship jolted and phased from this world and into another just as the Imperial Gunships turned up. As always Kane’s timing was impeccable.

Will you be continuing this story Gary or is it a work of collaborative fiction?

I will be continueing the story however anyone wishing to add their own 40,000k stories tot he story section are more than welcome1

Hi,

I read that story.Nice story,I must say.I just want to request you to continue the story.Please keep sharing if possible.Thank you so much for sharing this post..

Kane passed up and down his briefing room, how was he going to get the necron to co-operate, he had already tried spells and psychic probing neither had worked on the machine hidden in the flesh.
The renagade Warlock turned to his commanders, they sat at their stations around the great table in the ships briefing room. First was Ti Lenn the Astropath, a quiet man who had fled the Imperium after seeing something he should not have in the warp. Mad Henry was next he was the ships chief engineer a former tech priest who had delved to deep into imperial records and discovered that somethings taught to the tech priests about the cult of the machine where far from been true. Next cap the Ships Doctor, Leon Pumuckstump, the doctor was the most human of all those dwelling on board the ship except he was an Ork painboy, well at least half of him was, whilst younger he had grafted the brain of a human doctor to his own ork brain. Next was Dell Lefrem of House Lefrem a former noble navigator house of the imperium until their involvemnt in mutant smuggling had been discovered and the space wolves had been set against them, he was all that was left. Then came Captain James Warrent an ex-arbite officially listed as killed in action. The last two mebers of the crew where the oddest Endril was a female Elder Trader and ships Seneschal and then the sqaut Morgan Von Madwyrd the ships Void Master. Together they made up the ships command group, all had secrets all where outcasts and all where very dangerous.
One of them would know what to do, one of Kanes talents was to be able to recognise his own weaknesses and surround himself with people who could do what he could not.