Chaos
Kar'Sol Fiendsight sipped his wine as he watched the festivities.
While the Black Hands supervised whichever work crew was on shift, the others enjoyed every pleasure that the city they had taken offered. It was a minor offering to the Prince of Pleasures, really, but it would appease that patron much as their other work would leave the Changer of Ways and the Blood God satisfied for the moment.
More victories like these could surely gain him the favor he needed to summon T’Kara, and that ritual would assure his triumph. The gods would be pleased, and he would be feared throughout the galaxy.
That the Traitor Marines who worked with him did so for their own reasons didn’t bother Kar’Sol. He was merely pleased to have convinced them of his own forces’ value and, in so doing, gaining these glorious opportunities. To think that his allies would not have fully desecrated their winnings personally!
A scream broke into Kar’Sol’s thoughts, and he began towards the holding pens. Their captives couldn’t be killed too quickly...
Dark Eldar
Uzqara Seerbane surveyed her crystalline surroundings.
This was not the first room which had grown up to form a bubble in the center, but it was the first where the sphere was broken. Did all the undamaged growths contain one of these corpses?
No matter, they had managed to get many of the most vital systems operational now, and it was only a matter of time before the ship would be hers. With unexpected allies guarding the surface, work had gone well, and the lesser races had not disturbed her people.
Life was good for the Archite of the Poisoned Eye. Now she only wondered how much longer the craftworlders would wander her ship before they made contact…
Eldar
Huthero brought his sword down into the skull of the Chaos champion, instantly ending the Warlord's pitiful life. If Huthero had been helm-less and a human he would have spat upon this corpse, but he was not human. Around him the din of battle was dieing down. The body of the slain Chaos lord rested at his feet, but for the first time Huthero noticed that the sanctuary was filed with books. Little black books, The Dacian Heresy no doubt.
However, that was not his concern, he was here for the rogue Pysker who was being held by his elite warriors a few rooms down. The Pysker knew how to get further into this glass ship, and the Eldar need that information. The Dieing had hit a bit of a road block, as several of the bulkheads and walls had been destroyed or melted in somehow. At first it seemed to be the doing of the Dark Kin, but when bodies of the Dark Kin were found in the area, charred by the same weapon, that was thrown out of consideration. This weapon was neither a plasma gun nor a gauss flayer, but something else, something more sinister.
Huthero didn't need his Farseers to tell him that this ship had something on it. It was something dangerous, It stalked in the shadows, neither Necron nor Eldar, nor Daemon, but somewhere in between. His men sometimes claimed to see it lurking in the shadows, but upon further investigation, nothing was there.
Plus, his other commanders were busy on other battlefronts: Vialia and Azartoka were above him doing battle to further secure entrances to the ship, while Yalor was on the surface of Tiorl 7 fighting the Tyranid menace. Recently the Necrontyr had been increasingly active on the hulk and Vialia and Azartoka along with Huthero were determined to know why.
His thoughts were interrupted as his warriors shoved the human pysker into the room saying
"He will show us the way"
"Good, very good" was the Warrider's only response.
Imperial
The interrogator changed his approach as the scream ended. “Why did you not die at your post, like a proper soldier of the Emperor.”
Wiping blood from his mouth, the captive answered in a quivering voice. “I- I thought the Inquisition should know…”
“That a sect of the Chaos Marines and a large following of Cultists had invaded our island?” Anger was already seeping back into the voice of a man with access to brutal implements of torture. “The Emperor blessed us with functional eyes, deserter.”
“No, please!” Another scream interrupted him, and the prisoner vaguely realized it was his own. Shock was beginning to set in. Short of breath, he whispered now. “The city didn’t fall because of the attackers.”
“Really? Then do tell me how the Chaos besiegers didn’t take the city they now occupy.”
“It was traitors. Somebody opened the outer gates for them, and- and there were men with black books…”
Necron
The Council of the Dead was agitated. Eldar bodies did not belong in the repositories.
“How did the puppets of the Old Ones reach our hidden storage area, Tombkeeper?”
The Shadow Lord had always been the one to crause a confrontation over their mutual concerns, but it was indeed a good question. He voiced a concern they all felt, for if an enemy could reach one of their hidden places, so could an ally. The Tombkeeper had been responsible for that locale.
“I am unsure. All records leading up to the communications failure indicate that there were none of the accursed ones present in the locale – certainly not near enough to have reached the area and the results of their discovery seem… contrary to their nature. Indeed, all but one of the vats remain untouched.”
It was an unusual comment for an unusual situation. The Tombkeeper was always sure of himself – that was part of why many worried for his sanity. There were always variables to leave a degree of the unknown.
The Daemonwearer finally turned from inspecting the damage. “Yes, it is unlike them. I don’t like it. It feels off, somehow. Nonetheless, we will be more careful with our other secrets, won’t we?”
The others agreed readily enough, and debate moved to how they would react to this new threat.
Orks
++++Intercepted Transmission++++
++++Location: Tiorl 7, Orkopolis++++
WAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!
+Static+
You yoofs kno dat dis da biggest boss Dakkaslag! I is got da biggest an' da best planz an' such an' I is tellin' you.
So, 'eres what 'appened. We found more of dem weirdo boyz in da woods. Dey was wit some of dem Tearnids or sumtin'. Da doks still don'ts know what dey is or nuffin', but dem doks is lazy. Me even showed one of dem pink mek boyz dem weirdos an dey said sumtin' bout bein' Jenesteala's or sumtin. I don't you what a Jenesteala is but I know dey is definitly weedy.
Wha' else 'appened? Ohh, dat git Kaptun Rotgot is krumpin' every ting. 'E went an' krumpt a 'ummie base up norf of da woods, an dey even looted sum of dat stuff. But it was my gitz dat found dat base so Rotgot didn't do nuffin' cause my gitz did all da work! Also, sum of dat weedy yoof Skargrubb's boyz was tryin' to 'rukk up da Orkopolis. But Rotgot krumpt dem gud. But den Rotgot was krumpt by sum of da beakies.
So we 'as also buildin' up da Zuper Gunz. Dey is almost dun, an' we is gonna start placin' da tawgetwahs on da places we want to krump. We 'ave Kaptun Skargrubb who is gonna 'ead ova to da 'ulk and rukk up some gitz an place a tawgetwahs on dat 'ulk. An' Rotgot is gonna go ovah' to da Peaks an' such an put a tawgetwah down an such. Also my kommandos is gonna go put 'un on Skargrubb!
Also Rotgot an' Skargrubb 'ave been collectin' sum of dem black books. Da beakies is like 'fraid of dem or sumtin, and dey gets skared. So when we is done wit da gnz we is gonna put lotza books in a cannon an' fire it at da 'ummies on da island. Den all dem weedy gitz is gonna run!
So, put dem tawgetwahs on da places you wants to rukk up an' get mo' books an such.
Genewal Dakkaslag Ouwt!
+++End Transmission++++
Tau
Another week has passed without a sighting of the elusive Tau. Whatever remains of the survivors, they seem no threat to the other races.
Tyranids
Once more, a voice calling to it fell silent, but the Hive Mind was unconcerned.
The fleshless ones were offering adequate compensation to leave those few of the vanguard who had drawn it here to their fates aboard the ship-world, and the piles of collected mind-song eggs were growing large.
It was strange, to be near the eggs, though. Whenever a synapse creature touched the pile, the Hive Mind could swear it felt another mind…