Son of Suns (Star Wars/40k)

[Blue Glass]

(A/N) This was made around the same time as my other 40k story. Yes, my previous Star Wars story influenced this one.

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Yellow. That was the color of the crystal that had come out of the special forge and was brought up to the man who was looking at it. The crystal was held up and inspected. Physically, it seemed to be perfectly cut. Small enough to be held within two fingers.

Off to the side was a host of similar ones. Some blue, others green, and one was red. Each one a failure that slowly got better and better. "It's not the color I would have wanted, but I'll take it."

It had been over a year since he had woken up. Finding himself alive again in a strange new world. How it had happened, he did not know. One of his last memories was being dead, becoming a Force Ghost, and after that, some time observing events.

What Anakin did know was that he wasn't in his galaxy anymore. Neither was this the universe that he knew of. The Force still called to him, but around him, it was as if everything was off. A hollow echoing void was what he was feeling. At least he had appeared like how he was when he had fallen. Not that he had any sort of vanity at not being as old as he should be.

"All this just to feel something familiar in my hands," Anakin had a chuckle to himself as he looked over the parts he had. Technology whose architecture was different from what he understood.

Modifications and some workarounds. His talent with machinery helping him with the redesigns that where needed. Placing the crystal within it, Anakin did a double check. It was longer than he would have liked. More like a saber staff, and a bit heavier. An issue he can get over with some training.

Holding it out, he ignited the saber. A blade of contained plasma formed and shot out. Glowing a bright yellow with a slight burning to the edges of it. A smile formed on Anakin's face as he looked at the blade. As he did, his mind moved through the events of his life with it.

The good, the bad, and everything in between. A lifetime of pain and suffering, some of which he inflicted on others. Yet, despite all of it, there was also the joy, love, and camaraderie. Both of which he accepted about himself.

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Anakin's POV

Cold night air greeted me as I stood outside the night sky of Taris. How many days had been at that forge creating the crystals for my lightsaber? "Probably going to get an earful for being gone longer than I had said."

I took a moment to think about the last year since I woke up in this strange world. Taris, a world that had been cut off after some kind of galactic cataclysm. Travel was difficult beyond the system at the best of times for them. If only the records weren't so hard for me to read. Comprehend Speech did not grant one the ability to read a written language.

It did explain everything when it came to technology, it seems. There were a lot of it across the world, but understanding it was limited; replication was a painfully long process based on what their ancestors had left for them. Much was breaking down or had broken down.

Honestly, I should have expected that it would lead to me being brought into the patronage of one of the Noble Clans of this world, all because I was good at fixing some of the things. Admittedly, part of it was the Force, but the Force is apart of me.

I wonder what Luke and Leia are doing right now? When I had stopped paying attention to the events of the galaxy, the Galactic Civil War had finally ended, and Luke had gotten married to Mara Jade. Never thought she, of all people, would be Luke's wife!

Sometimes I wished that I had made my presence known to him at that moment. Yet, the same thing had stopped me from doing as Leia and Solo had when they got married. I knew that despite being their father… I had never really been worthy of it.

Father. Sure, Luke would call me that, and in a way, he would mean it, but that was just him. Even then, his feeling was more for the man he thought of me as. Not the man he truly knew. The less said about what Leia thought of me, the better, and I deserve every bit of it.

Still, it would be nice to have another shot at being a father. Taking another look up I think I saw something in the sky. It was a shooting star that seemed to be flying through the sky. Flying rather lower in the sky and down into the distance.

Yeah, that wasn't a meteorite that had landed, and there was something off about it. My instincts, the Force itself, were telling me that much.

When I got to where the object had impacted, I was greeted by a small clearing and a sight that I wasn't expecting. Maybe it was failing debris from a starship, one of the satellites in orbit, or even just a meteorite. No, what was there in the clearing was some kind of capsule with something inside it.

This didn't make sense. I knew that Fusou had space travel of some sort, but this wasn't anything like an escape pod. "Something isn't right about this."

Walking up to the pod, the first thing I could see was some sort of symbol. As I got closer, the pod seemed to open with a strange fluid that seemed to drip out a bit. Inside of it, though, wasn't what I was expecting to see. It was a youngling, a baby that seemed no older than two years old at the most.

"Why would someone send you crashing down from space?"

Something was off about this. There was no way this wasn't by random chance. My instincts, the Force itself, were telling me as such. Reaching out for a moment with it, I had a Force vision. Something that I typically got with dreams, but that I wasn't a complete stranger to.

My vision showed a host of giant men clad in armor. Next were pods just like this one. Each scattered across different worlds, each one flashing in my mind. Worlds that I had no idea where they even are, and nothing more than a faintest understanding that almost none of them landed here.

My vision ended as my focus pulled back to reality. I looked down at the youngling before me. My mind raced about the vision that had happened as I tried to piece it all together. "What are you?"

My question had no answer. What I knew was what I could see from the pod, and from the vision. He wasn't born naturally, a clone of some sort, or perhaps something else?

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Third POV

Taris was, by some accounts, a harsh world. It was dry for much of its large single continent. Deserts and arid grasslands covered much of the surface, but the continent had temperate forests and large mountain ranges with some holding large snow caps. When it was colonized, and why it was, was lost but the people had known they were not native to the planet.

In their isolation, a culture of clans and tribes had formed. Great cities had formed around the core of their Great Clan forts, turning into something of a fortress city. Anakin, if he was being honest, noticed similarities between them and a few other such cultures from back in his old universe.

Anakin walked into the fortress city, where he was greeted by the usual day-to-day. Some of the warriors about, people going over daily tasks, and a few even giving a slight bow to him. Something that was given for his place within society that he had gained.

The Citadel at the heart of the city was before him. Large and imposing it was designed much like a castle that would be used more so for defense than some of the Great palaces back in his galaxy. "Huh, there is our head Tech-Smith."

As Anakin walked in, he turned over, seeing an older man dressed in a formal military outfit with armor on it. At his hip was both a blade and a gun. "Well, as you can see Majordomo, I am, and that I'm not alone."

Anakin held the toddler in his arms. Something that had caught the Majordomo off guard. "A kid? Wait, you had a kid?"

"Well, not exactly."

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Majordomo Narek had been with the Clan Kar for his whole life. Born into it as his father had been Majordomo before him, while his son was being trained to take over his position from him when the time came. Anakin Skywalker sat before him with the young boy he had found.

His opinion on the Tech-Smith, the new head Tech-Smith, as he had proven more gifted at fixing machines than had been expected, was a bit mixed. He hadn't been one to talk about his past, nor was he one who had been with them long enough to dismiss all doubts, but he hadn't shown any signs of being a spy. Some level of trust was to be given.

"So, you found him in the wilds?"

Anakin had explained that after his retreat into the wilds, he had found the child in the area. He was vague enough on the details, but Geralt had to guess that something was to do with the cylinder device around Anakin's waist.

'Some do practice death by exposure, but it's rare,' Most of the Clans area didn't do it, but Geralt didn't put it past some to cling to that practice. "So, what are you going to do with the boy then?"

The Clan did have a school for Orphans. Care can be given to them. Apprenticeship was offered as they grew up, giving them something of a father or mother figure in their lives. "I was thinking of adopting him."

"Adopting?" Narek was cut off from his thoughts at this. Adaption was what he was going to think, but given how young Anakin was, he didn't expect it. "Very, well I can make some arrangements for what you would need."

"Thank you."

Narek had a small smile at this. Though there was something that needed to be done for the child. If he was going to be adopted by Skywalker, he was going to need a name. "So, what is his name?"

A name? Anakin hadn't thought about that on the way here. Immediately, his mind went to the first name that came to him, but he shot it down. Calling the boy Luke didn't feel right. No, he was going to need to think of a different name.

There was a name that seemed to settle in his mind. Who knows, maybe he was watching over him even here in this far-flung reality, despite having retired into the Netherworld of the Force. "Obi-Wan, his name is Obi-Wan."

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Anakin's POV

It was nice, you know. To have a second chance at being a father. Even still, I couldn't let this overtake something else. The questions on what had happened to Obi-Wan, why he had landed in the capsule, and where he actually was from.

The feeling I had in the Force was one that made me aware that the boy was more than he had seemed. There was a power within him, and his presence to me felt like it was containing something else.

"Obi-Wan?" Narek spoke the name for a moment. "Strange name."

"Well, you called my name strange when you heard it," I gave him a sly smile.

"Because it is," Narek just gave me an eye roll. The old man didn't really take to my words beyond mild annoyance, though he had seemed to have gotten used to it. "Who even has Skywalker as a last name?"

 

[ShadowScion626]

Oooh. Sounds interesting. Can't wait to see how this goes along and progresses. Also can't wait to see the first meeting with the Imperium or the Mechanicum to be more specific. Bet Anakin is not gonna vibe with their cargo cult mentality.

 

[Blue Glass]

Oooh. Sounds interesting. Can't wait to see how this goes along and progresses. Also can't wait to see the first meeting with the Imperium or the Mechanicum to be more specific. Bet Anakin is not gonna vibe with their cargo cult mentality.

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I mean he isn't a scientist. He's an engineer... and the Admec are basically a cargo cult of engineers. Though to be fair it gets worse in in ten thousand years.

 

[NakedFury]

Why do you keep changing points of views just to keep following Anakin?

 

[Blue Glass]

Why do you keep changing points of views just to keep following Anakin?

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I found out that given how pov writing works I would have to have Anakin either explain everything (when he has no meta knowledge), have everything explained to him, and I can't do scenes with other characters to push along a plot.

Swapping to third pov and to others opens up a lot of writing short hands that makes it easier for me.

 

[Alex012]

Thanks for the chapter.

 

[Blue Glass]

Thanks for the chapter.

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Thank you for the comment.

 

[Corvustheo]

Love the story so far.
Amazed that there hasn't been more Anakin in Warhammer stories given his similarity to a certain Primarch.

 

[Blue Glass]

Love the story so far.
Amazed that there hasn't been more Anakin in Warhammer stories given his similarity to a certain Primarch.

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Wait, you mean Horus, or Perturabo? Because I have seen both be used with Anakin over the years.

 

[Blue Glass]

(A/N) Thanks everyone for the reaction to the First Chapter. Please, if you have anything at all, let me know.

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Head Tech-Smith was a role that held a lot of prestige and a bit of political might behind it within a Clan. So much so that Anakin was to join in the Council meetings when they are called. Anakin, who had been married to a Senator and had been the Supreme Commander of the Empire, had some understanding of politics. Much more than anyone here had figured he would be.

Speaking of which, the council of Clan Kar either stood or sat around a large hologram projector. On it was the planet of Taris with lines across the planet's surface, across its large single continent and the few large island masses surrounding it, showing the dominion of each of the Clans. Alongside these two moons orbited around the world those neither were of realistic scale, each one with points of interest on them.

Around Anakin looked at those seated. Majordomo Narek was seated with his son Vasak, his youngest of three children, standing right next to him. Yasak had been here before as part of his training to replace his father.

To his right was the Clan High Fakra, the representative of the local faith. A faith that Anakin had learned was one part philosophy, one part ancestor worship, and another part worshipping a Grand Cosmic Spirit. What they called the Tengri. Her name Anakin, hadn't quite gotten there as she had only shown up once before on the council.

Next to her was the woman who was the representative of the Union Guilds that did many of the functions of society. From mining to farming, trading, and other such things. She was cordial with him, though it was purely professional.

To his sides were the two commanders of their forces. Both of which had different roles in their military. Brothers-in-law, as Anakin had learned.

Finally, the doors opened, and the core figure in this whole thing slowly made his way into the room. The loud sounds of his feet echoed on the wood and the polished stone. Those sounds down to what he was wearing as he took his place on the throne, a suit of Power Armor.

The man wore a helmet that had the plating of a cat creature on it with slits its for the eyes. At his side, in his hands, was a giant sword. The weapon seemed like a primitive blade at a glance but Anakin had seen the thing and knew it was anything but.

"Knyaz Timur, what is so urgent that you called the council?" Narek questioned as he looked at the Knyaz of the Clan Kar.

Timur turned over his lion helmet, moving towards Narek. Despite the lack of facial features, most could read his emotions simply by how he leaned on the table. "As you know, travel has been far easier beyond the system. The great Astral Storms have come to an end."

Anakin heard the murmurs from the two commanders near him. Astral Storms were the name given to the issue that limited their faster-than-light drives. Anakin had yet to see one of their ships despite his position. Mainly because Clan Kar didn't actually have any. At least directly under them. From what he knew, the major clans like Kar had a close relationship with void Clans who inhabited across the system.

"If that's the case, wouldn't this mean that it's possible to have more constant contact with other systems now?" Anakin cut in as everyone turned over to their Tech-Smith.

One of the commanders, the one on Anakin's left, spoke up with a nod in agreement. "Yes, though there if we can, it also stands to reason so can our future foes and enemies."

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Anakin POV

I watched, listened, and commented as the council of Clan Kar was informed on what was to happen. A meeting to hash out how they will go about the future. Not only for Taris but for the whole system and beyond. I knew what was being inferred by it.

Expansion. The seat of an empire of its own. Taris was in a position to do so. The other inhabited planets in the system didn't have nearly the means to contest it, and the few systems they had sporadic contact with would either fold to a united Taris, or would be conquered under them.

I wanted to eye roll about a bunch of nobles thinking about power. However, it would be hypocritical of me to roll my eyes at such a thing. When I married Padme, I did technically become nobility as far as Naboo was concerned.

Walking back into my quarters. There was a bit of a mess of designs, some half-finished scraps, and the like. "You're back from the meeting?"

I turned over to see Obi-Wan, who was putting down the toys I had made for him. One was a Star Destroyer and the other was an X-Wing. Something I made late one night in the first month that I had my new adopted son. "Yeah, it's was talk about uniting Taris."

"So, like when Grand Knyaz Kresnik tried to unite the world?"

Grand Knyaz? I didn't know everything about the history of this world, but I had heard of Vakhtang. Timur's family was said to have both been his opposition, but they are also claiming descent from him. Political marriage, maybe, Taris didn't have such things.

"If you mean they would do some conquering, it doesn't look like that," I took a seat on one of the chairs near my desk. My eyes were on the host of failed Lightsaber crystals that I had used as decoration. "They might try something more along the lines of diplomacy."

Obi-Wan looked at me with an expression that I recalled some younglings at the temple having. The kind of inquisitive look that some kids had. "Wait, do you think that would work?"

Did I think they could pull it off? If I were honest, not really. At least not fully, as the Great Clans had a history of conflict with each other. Most likely, some will agree with their own factions. "It doesn't hurt to try diplomacy when you can."

"But you don't think it would work?"

"... No I don't," I was truthful with him. No point in telling him a lie that couldn't come to pass. "Though there is no shame in trying diplomacy if you can."

Diplomacy was something that Padme would have tried. Negotiating was something that Old Obi-Wan was famous for. I was never really good at either. Intimidation though, was something that I had a lot of practice in. One could argue that it was a form of diplomacy.

I looked at the table nearby at a book that rested half open. Seeing the cover was unnecessary as I knew exactly what it was about. Obi-Wan had a thing for history, for the past of the Taris, and the galaxy in general, which reminded me of something.

Where the Clans are to meet, it was the oldest standing Fortress that was more of a temple now. "You know, if you want, you can come with us to Kyivogorod."

The look in his eyes at this. Yeah, I had to fight back the fatherly knowing smile. "Really? The First Fortress, the place where Grand Knyaz Kresnik was crowned, and which had been the seat of his throne?"

Huh, that's why the meeting was taking place there? Makes sense that the call to unite the world will take place at the seat where someone had nearly succeeded. Somehow a bit ironic if diplomacy can succeed where conquest failed.

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Third POV

The dry heat of the air around Kyivogorod and the beating sun. These were the first things Anakin noticed as he stepped off the transport alongside the rest of Knyaz Timur's delegation. Kyivogorod was in a mountainous area, on the side closer to one of the great deserts.

The fortress itself was partly carved into the mountain. It had clearly seen better days, but it still seemed viable as a place of defense. Slowly around the transport, the half machines worked. Anakin had seen them on occasion.

He was always unsettled by them. Instead of droids, they choose to use either corpses of the greatest criminals or dead brain clones and mix them with machinery. "This really is Kyivogorod."

Obi-Wan looked on with amazement in his eyes as he walked down with the delegation. As they came down, he looked at the half-standing statues and the pillars with worn images on them. Most would have a hard time seeing some of the images, but Obi-Wan could see them after a few moments of looking for the outlines.

A hand was placed on his shoulder. Turning upwards, he saw Anakin."Hey, let's focus on the meeting afterwards, we'll do some sightseeing."

Obi-Wan gave a nod in understanding. At the front of the group, Timur had a chuckle with was muffled by his helmet. "Your boy love of history is something to be admired Anakin."

Timur stopped as he saw who it was who came out to greet them. It was a man in his late thirties. A man whose right eye was replaced by a glowing red object, and whose left hand was visibly metallic. His dress was in flak armor, but over it were the robes of the nobility of a Clan one whom Timur recognized immediately. Clan Serbs, and old rival Clan to Clan Kar.

"Knyaz Stefan, I see that you came to greet us," Timur's words were professional, hiding any sort of bad blood that would exist between them.

"Yes, I am the first, it seems, though not the last," Stefan shared a cordial response to his fellow Knyaz. Despite the unspoken tension between them, Stefan gave Timur a smile. "Though for what it is worth, perhaps we might find common ground in this meeting."

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One after another, more of the Clans showed up. Alongside those that were already here. Sixteen Clans that ruled Taris, each one with the Knyaz and their delegations. Anakin felt like there was something amiss going on.

It started with the appearance of Clan Vlad. The one Clan that was known for being pushed off Taris twice, only to return from its Moons. They had come with two others, Clan Peris, and Clan Kurds, their two close allies.

All three were keeping to themselves, and each seemed to have something wrong with them. Anakin could feel the subtle warning from the Force once he met them. With that, he noticed how they spoke; it seemed normal at first, but there was a bit of lifelessness to it.

"Dad?" Obi-Wan's voice caught Anakin from staring at the three Clans. Only now did he realize that his hand was on his lightsaber. "Is something the matter?"

Anakin looked down at his adopted son. Worry was in Obi-Wan's eyes as he could see how his father was looking at them. "It's nothing," Anakin said, giving him a comforting smile. "Come on, let's go check out the building, just you and me."

They both cut off and started to wander around the Fortress. The large chambers and corridors. On the walls were various images showing many worlds, starships, and a few others. One of the less faded showed beings that looked human but with slender frames and pointed ears. Another showed large hulking beings with tusks growing out of their mouths.

"I read about these two, our ancestors used to encounter them before the storms had hit," Obi-Wan commented, talking about the rather turbulent relationship with two species called the Aeldari and the Orks. "Grand Knyaz Kresnik even fought a host of more primitive Orks on one of the worlds that could have been reached."

Obi-Wan went on about the battle and about what was recovered from it. As he did, Anakin, who was seemingly listening to it, nodded along. However, his attention wasn't fully on it. No, he knew that someone had been following them.

Whomever they are, they were good at hiding themselves. Most probably wouldn't have picked up on them shadowing their target. Unfortunately for the would-be assassins, Anakin had the Force with him and had some experience with shadowy assassins.

Two figures walked behind with their hands on their weapons. Waiting for the signal to take out the child who was with the Tech-Smith. Their leader of the group gripped the laspistol at the ready.

The sounds of several explosions echoed through the Fortress.

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Anakin POV

No sooner had I heard the explosions than I felt the Force warning me. I gripped my lightsaber and turned around. A pistol aimed not at me but at Obi-Wan!

My blade was ignited as he fired a ray of red, coming out as my blade blocked it, deflecting the rays to the side. "What the…"

My other hand went out as I unleashed a Force Push, knocking them both off their feet and into the wall. I pulled my hand back as the weapons were pulled to me as I marched up to them both. Grabbing them both with the Force, I pinned them against the wall as my blade was placed over the neck of the one who fired.

"Talk," My tone was calm, but I gave him a glare. My emotions raged, but after a lifetime of being slaved to them, I had gained the kind of control that I had never been able to. "What is going on!"

He looked at me and spoke. "I am not telling you anything…"

I believed him as I heard his words. At the very subtle signs in his tone, like those from the three Clans I had been worried about. A sigh escaped my lips. I knew what had to be done in order to get what I wanted. Raising my hands, I reached for the familiar sensation at the edge of myself.

The Dark Side never leaves you after all. For me, it was a constant companion in my life. Even as a Force Ghost, it was still there. The only difference is that it was more tame. Still, dangerous, still demanding and consuming, but tame under the mastery of oneself that I had achieved.

I reached into his mind. Reaching into the thoughts and the plans. To kill my son, to kill or capture the various Clan leaders. I felt something retaliate at me. My mental barriers were raised by the Force as it slammed against it. A large bat-like creature stared back into my mind's eye. The moment I saw it was the moment I stopped the Mind Probe.

A name echoed in my mind. Not a name of the creature personally but what it was.

Khrave.

 

[krahe]

Oh hey, it's the space psychic vampire bats from the outer space

 

[Blue Glass]

Oh hey, it's the space psychic vampire bats from the outer space

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It's good seeing people who know the other Xenos of the setting.

 

[Corvustheo]

Wait, you mean Horus, or Perturabo? Because I have seen both be used with Anakin over the years.

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Anakin with (raising/befriending) Angron or being inserted into Angron stories haven't really seen any of those along with the Horus or Pertuarbo.

 

[Alex012]

Thanks for the update.

 

[Blue Glass]

Thanks for the update.

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You're welcome. Thank you for the reply.

 

[Starman25]

When I see Anakin tinkering with machines, I'm immediately reminded of Mechu Deru, the Force power that involves technology, which I think he used as a child to create C-3PO (and which he used as Darth Vader to secure his fortress on the lava planet).

 

[Corvustheo]

When I see Anakin tinkering with machines, I'm immediately reminded of Mechu Deru, the Force power that involves technology, which I think he used as a child to create C-3PO (and which he used as Darth Vader to secure his fortress on the lava planet).

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He tinkered with Star Wars ships so he should have some knowledge on how hyperdrives (game changer given warp over reliance) work, trying to combine that with Warhammer space mechanics is unknown process though.

 

[Blue Glass]

He tinkered with Star Wars ships so he should have some knowledge on how hyperdrives (game changer given warp over reliance) work, trying to combine that with Warhammer space mechanics is unknown process though.

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I will say this. A Star Wars hyperdrive would not work in Warhammer Universe. However, a modification of such would be possible but that would require a bit of Nercon understanding of physics. Funny enough, the Force might be able to use Webway Gates to a degree.

 

[Zetakille]

Well this is an interesting fic idea. Watched.

 

[Blue Glass]

(A/N) This should been out on May 4th, but I got sidetracked unfortunately.

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Obi-Wan Knew that his adopted father had many secrets he kept to himself. His weapon, for instance, that he always had on him, his lightsaber, as he had called it. Once, Obi-Wan even saw him practice using it. Each swing and movement of his body seemed to move in ways that were beyond any normal human.

What he had just witnessed, though, was his dad reacting in only a few seconds. Deflecting the las with his lightsaber and then unleashing something from himself that tossed them back before pulling their weapons out. There was then something else it seemed that Anakin had done to one.

They both had fallen unconscious soon afterwards, while Anakin stood there and said something under his breath that Obi-Wan couldn't make out. "Dad, what just happened?"

Anakin turned over to Obi-Wan. He hadn't told him anything about the Force. Now wasn't the time, as Anakin knew that right now everyone was in danger. That the Khrave was going to have the Clan leaders killed or captured. Its end goal wasn't something that Anakin was able to get, but he could make an assumption.

"Obi-Wan listen very carefully," Anakin spoke with a calm yet authoritative tone. His own worries in his mind are tempered by the experience of what can happen if he lets them consume him. "I'll explain everything once this is over, but right now the Fortress is being attacked from within."

Obi-Wan gave Anakin a nod in understanding. The explosions that had been heard from before and the attempt on his life are fresh in his mind. A mind that was racing at an inhuman degree about all that had happened. If it were just the three Clans and the delegations fighting then the surprise attack would have been done to kill as many as possible.

Those that survived or are probably being attacked right now. Crippled and unorganized, meaning they are a perfect target. All to prevent a counter attack which might be able to stop them. Obi-Wan's mind raced over this all within a few moments.

"Alright, what are we going to do?"

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Vasak cursed under his breath as he readied another shot from his rifle. The sounds of several rounds of las and ballistic fire slamming into the broken pedestal he was using as cover reminded him of the unfortunate situation he was in. Pinned down alongside a few others as they were fired on.

The explosions didn't give them a lot of time to react. His own father was next to him, unconscious with blood from his head wound. 'Damn it all!'

"Grenade!" The sounds of another explosion rocked from nearby as Vasak heard the cries of the men in cover on the other side of the room. With them down, the fire focused instead on him and the two with him besides his downed father.

Vasak closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Gripping his rifle, he turned up and was ready to fire at them. A senseless sacrifice, but one which he hoped to take out several others.

The half a dozen which aimed at him readied their own guns when one of them, the leader with an autogun, was suddenly lifted up into the air and slammed into the wall nearby.

A sound of something igniting as a yellow glowing blade of plasma sliced out in a quick motion that none of them could react in time, as the blade curved through one of the arms of one of them, sliced through the lasgun of another, while a shift kick slammed into his chest, knocking him back. Before a push of an invisible wave knocked two others away. Finally, the blade swung down across the chest of another, leaving a deep, castrated gash that dug deep into them.

Anakin Skywalker stood there as he raised his hand up. The still living were pulled towards him, and with another push, they were sent flying into the walls, unconscious or maybe even dead. Vasak couldn't tell as he stood there stunned into silence for a moment at what he had just witnessed.

"... Anakin!" Vasak forced himself to speak as he looked at the flaming plasma blade in Anakin's hands. He, alongside everyone else in the council, didn't understand why he kept that cylinder object. 'A weapon, it's a weapon?'

Thoughts and questions about this weren't something that Vasak had any time for. Mostly because Anakin was looking at him with a questioning stare on his face. "Vasak is your father, alright, where is the Knyaz?"

Yasak pushed away all his questions from his mind. Now was the time to focus and ask those later. "My father is unconscious and in need of medical attention, and as for the Knyaz he was with the others."

Anakin cursed under his breath at this. The Knyaz were either dead or fighting against the Khrave. "Vlad, Peris, and Kurds are all under the control of a Khrave."

"Khrave?"

"A giant psychic humanoid bat."

The explanation did seem a bit outlandish with how Anakin said it. Yasak, however, seemed to take it fully at face value. "A Xenos did this?"

A xenos is doing all of this. Yasak wanted to curse at the three Clans for letting this happen. How did they get controlled by a Xenos anyway?! "Yasak, where is the Knyaz is at?"

"He should be in the old Throne Chamber."

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Timur cursed as he was on his knees. His helmet was destroyed, barely saving him from a shot that had been aimed at it. His head screamed at him, and it had nothing to do with his broken helmet. No, it was standing over him.

To Timur's side were the bodies of the other Knyaz. Only half of them were here when it happened, and Timur looked at their bodies. Dead at the hands of a foul Xenos treachery. An honorless death for warriors, but one that couldn't be helped.

A death that Timur believed was his as well as he looked like the massive creature standing over him. In its hands was a large blade. Something that glowed with the powers of the Astral energy.

"I will never submit to you!"

Timur's words were met with a laugh by Khrave. One that seemed to echo both in his ears and a bit in the mind of Timur. "You may not submit, but in time your people will submit just like many planets have to my brethren!"

At this boost, the Khrave wings flew out, blocking the old Throne of the late Grand Knyaz Kresnik from view. It looked down at Timur as a hand was raised at Timur's head and gripped his helmet. It was pulled off, revealing the aged vestige of a man in his late fifties with hair that was greying.

"You speak as if your kind sails the stars despite the Astral Storms."

"The storms that herald the birth of the Doomed Folly of the Aeldari do not matter to my kind," The Khrave laughed to himself at such a thing, for beings like them had dealt with the dark powers in the Warp ever since their great ancestors released it in their war against the Star Gods. "No, the Fall of their Empire and the decay of your space has made an opportunity for my kind the likes we haven't had in generations."

Aeldari. That was something that Timur mostly knew from old stories. The interactions that Taris had with them were rare over the Astral Storm's reign. Timur's own great-grand uncle had met his end in a fight with a raider party.

The Khrave reached a clawed hand up as his psychic powers arced as warp lightning arced from his fingers and stroked Timur. It wasn't enough to kill. No, instead, the Warp energies were used to torture the old man. An almost petty act of dominance over the human.

As soon as the lightning ceased, Timur started gasping for air. The pain has the effect of his right side of his face being burned. "Danm you to the pits…"

"Oh, if only you knew where your soul would end up," The Khrave laughed at his little joke. With his blade in hand, he readied to strike when something stopped his focus. Many of his puppets are dying, and resistance is getting more organized.

The faint sounds of a firefight echoed in Khrave's ears. It seemed that the resistance had managed to make it this close to the throne. The Khrave lowered his weapon and looked at Timur with a growl.

Instead, he raised his weapon again and hit Timur in the head with the pummel with enough force to knock him out. "I have to kill this little resistance, and then I'll be back."

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The sounds of las and gunfire echoed through the large room. Vasak shot and took off the head of one of the last snipers who were lining up a shot. Tossing his rifle aside, now out of ammo, Yasak pulled up his two Laspistols and started firing.

On his side was a mixed bunch from all the Clans that survived the attack. Even two of the Knyaz who had survived had joined them. However, the leader of this bunch stood more in the middle, his blade of plasma deflecting the the las rounds while his hand came out stretched as an invisible Force reached out and tossed the more solid rounds away from him.

Anakin Skywalker had shown a surprising amount of military leadership. Each time they met, Anakin took charge and led them into a counterattack. Even the two Knyaz they had saved defaulted to him. His skill gave Yasak the impression that he had commanded in battle many times. A strange thought for someone who was only twenty-two years old.

Anakin, for his part, felt almost nostalgic. Years fighting in the Clone Wars, and commanding the Galactic Empire's military. Such a thing was almost natural to him. Perhaps it was to be expected, given that half his life was effectively military.

To his side, Yasak pushed, firing his Laspistols, taking out one of the autogunners who had been firing at him. Anakin did not like that slugthrowers were a common weapon type. Lightsabers were not ideal for dealing with them.

"We're almost through to the Throne room!" Anakin shouted, rallying the ragtag squadron that he had with him. His words and actions at the front of the advance had a very clear effect on them.

The shots they fired became more aggressive. Forcing those under the thrall of the Khrave into hiding in cover. The push, it seems, was going to end in victory and from there up the stairs and through the doors.

Doors that shot open as a loud scream echoed. Not through the walls but through the minds of almost everyone there. As they regained their bearings, they saw the large humanoid bat that flew out of the doors and landed at the base of the stairs.

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Anakin POV

You know, I had pictured that the Khrave would be smaller. Not almost ten feet tall! Furthermore, I could sense it. This thing wasn't all there before our eyes. A part of it existed in that other place.

Ever since I had been here, I had been aware of it. Another place that was just outside my reach. Physically, at least, as if I wanted, I was certain I could touch it with the Force. Yet, here was a being that felt like it existed in part within the other reality.

Those eyes of it lit up as I could feel a shout echoing through my head. Screams of men around me. Some gripped their heads in pain. A few had blood coming down their nose as they collapsed.

In a swift motion, the Khrave raised his blade and swung, aiming at Yasak, who was on his knees. I moved almost on instinct, letting the Force empower my body. My lightsaber clashed with the strange sword covered in an energy around it. The blade of the sword fell down inches from Yasak's head.

The strength behind the Khrave was something that I hadn't expected. Adjusting the Force I was using was straining. Somehow, I felt myself actually missing the suit at this moment.

"You…" The Khrave looked at me with eyes of hatred as he broke the blade lock. "I know you…" He glared at me with a snarl. "You are the one who tried to look into the mind of my Thrall!"

So, it worked both ways. He looked into my mind a bit as I looked into his. His claws raised as lightning shot out!

I reacted with my hands raised. The impact of the bolts almost sent me flying back as the lightning gathered around me. Tutaminis held the lightning in place as it gathered around me. It was different, more chaotic, and yet also focused. I felt the feelings within it.

A scream came from my lips as I released the stored energy. The effect caused a small shockwave that caused the Khrave to move back a bit in surprise. A moment I had to take advantage of, and what better way than this?

On some level, I had always wanted to unleash this. I knew how to use it, I taught both Galen and Shira how to do it after all, and it was time I did so. Instead of hatred and anger, instead of the Sith, I called on Justice.

Emerald Green lightning arced from my fingers.

 

[Sightsee'er]

Electric Judgement, Nice. It can manifest as yellow-orange, green, white, or golden in coloring. Gold might make him look better in the imperiums eyes. Eager to see how Anakin interacts with the Imperium later on. He has experience with empires after all. Also I assume the child is Ferrus Manus?

 

[Blue Glass]

Electric Judgement, Nice. It can manifest as yellow-orange, green, white, or golden in coloring. Gold might make him look better in the imperiums eyes. Eager to see how Anakin interacts with the Imperium later on. He has experience with empires after all. Also I assume the child is Ferrus Manus?

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Yeah, Anakin knows how to do Force Lightning. After all, Galen had to be taught it somewhere. Also Lumiya can do it and she was Vader's second Sith Apprentice. Even raided Vaders castle to get all his knowledge to complete her training.

Using Electric Judgement is not that difficult

And no. Taris is not Medusa. Taris is me giving one of the two lost Primarchs a homeworld. Taris is a world that is... well half Slavic and half Caucasus/Iranian.

 

[Selevk]

Taris is a world that is... well half Slavic and half Caucasus/Iranian.

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If you think about it that way, then the East Slavic tribes, and then the peoples, have a lot of influence from the Caucasian, Iranian and nomadic peoples. While the southern Slavs adopted the cultures and traditions of the Balkans, and the Western Slavs adopted the Germans.

At least one of the Lost Legions will not be given the Black Scroll. Probably. It all depends on the actions of Obi-Wan and the Rangdan xenocides.

And if it's not a secret: How will Vostroya and Valhalla react to Obi-Wan and Taris? Nevertheless, these planets have approximately a common cultural root.

 

[Blue Glass]

And if it's not a secret: How will Vostroya and Valhalla react to Obi-Wan and Taris? Nevertheless, these planets have approximately a common cultural root.

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They wouldn't notice similarities. They are Slavic but I'm basing it more on the Old Slavs. Pre-Christian, and with a hits of the Daylamites, The mountain folk who lived in the Mountains between two seas, and Westerner Nomadic Clans. The kind of people who lived in the Black Sea and Caspian outside of Rome Arabic control.

Though Taris is also a planet that maintain technology. It even has limited space flight beyond the system.

 

[Selevk]

They wouldn't notice similarities. They are Slavic but I'm basing it more on the Old Slavs. Pre-Christian, and with a hits of the Daylamites, The mountain folk who lived in the Mountains between two seas, and Westerner Nomadic Clans. The kind of people who lived in the Black Sea and Caspian outside of Rome Arabic control.

Though Taris is also a planet that maintain technology. It even has limited space flight beyond the system.

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Let's face it honestly: almost any plot can be inserted into the Warhammer 40,000 universe, based on the fact that at the time of its zenith, the Earth Federation had caught up with the Necrons in terms of technology.

 

[Blue Glass]

Let's face it honestly: almost any plot can be inserted into the Warhammer 40,000 universe, based on the fact that at the time of its zenith, the Earth Federation had caught up with the Necrons in terms of technology.

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It's very doubtful. Like the Nercons used to have things called Megacanon (really creative GW) that just broke reality as a side effect of being fired and broke it so utterly that it destroyed a Fundamental Force of the Universe. Like the universe literally had Five Forces but one just deleted and the rest are actually trying to compensate for it.

 

[krzys2000]

I know more off star wars than wh40/30k But watched

 

[Blue Glass]

I know more off star wars than wh40/30k But watched

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Thank you and no worries. Any questions ate likely to be answered by others or by me at the very least.

 

[Blue Glass]

Vasak POV

The ringing in my head ceased as I slowly pulled myself up to witness something out an old legend. The giant Xenos and Anakin were fighting before my eyes. The burning plasma blade that Anakin had was swinging and clashing against the blade of the Xenos. Lightning arcing between them both.

An Emerald Green from Anakin clashing against the wild bluish white from the Xenos. Each one's lightning arcing out into the air around us. The way they moved was fast, almost too much to keep track of.

Wait, Anakin is letting out lightning from his fingers. Was he a Witcher? It would explain why he never talked about his past, but at his age?

Out of the corner of my eyes, a las round barely missed me. Right, the middle of a battlefield. Grabbing my pistols, I started firing at the still remaining warriors under the three traitorous Clans.

"Everyone, focus on the others first!" I screamed, hoping those who could stand would join me. As my main focus was on them, I could still make out the fight between Anakin and the Xenos, a Khrave was what Anakin called it, clashing their blades again.

Anakin, it seems, was on the defensive, struggling with each clash, and yet once they dislocated blades, he moved with speed, flopping around another strike and holding his hand out. The Khrave was pushed back by some invisible force from Anakin.

Anakin swung down at it, but Khrave held out his hand as Anakin's blade stopped from moving. Anakin let one hand go and let out another surge of green lightning. The Khrave blocked it with his sword.

One of my Laspistols was almost shot out of my hands. Pointing back at the one who fired, I shot him clean through the upper chest below the neck. Another next tried to get out a shot at me, but I drove behind cover. After a few moments, I popped out and shot back at them while also catching how the fight between Anakin and the Khrave was going.

Anakin was clashing on the stairways and moved back up it as the Khrave was swinging at him.

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Anakin POV

Fighting aggressively was not possible. He was stronger than me naturally. Using the Force to amplify my strength was an option, but doing so all the time wasn't helping. Furthermore, there was the strange thing that he was using.

In some ways, it seemed to function like the Force. Yet, as we fought I felt the difference with it. How could I describe it was hard. I think it was the difference between feeling my hands with water versus sand.

A grab from his sword cut into my side. Shallow, not deep enough to warrant an immediate threat. Even still it hurt like all hell and the burning effect from it. Not like the heat of plasma but something that was making it far more painful than it should be.

"What are you?" The Khrave questioned me as we clashed again, blades locking. His size makes my attempt to get the High Ground pointless, it seems. "You have the powers of it, but you seem to lack a connection to the Warp."

The Warp? Was that what the Khrave called it. Was he meaning the other place that I felt out of my reach?

"Well, what can I say, I'm full of surprises," Besides that, we pulled away as I looked at the battlefield around us.

Those under Khrave's control had been pinned down with only us. As I stood, I thought about what to do. Attacking directly wasn't working, and using the Force wasn't a means to win either. No, I was going to need to not attack but to have him make a wrong move.

I changed my stance, holding my saber up and pointing it at him. One hand stretched out, mirroring the favored style of my old master. You know the old saying of mistakes being one's greatest teacher, probably didn't have mine in mind.

As the sword came down, I did my best to recreate the fighting style of my master. Form three was something I understood, hard not to given who was my Jedi teacher, and while I wasn't an expert in it by any stretch of the word, I didn't need to be.

As he swung and I blocked, I noticed the pattern in his movements. They are aggressive and strong, but by the looks of it, there is no real rhythm to it. Like he was swinging it around without a true sword style, or more accurately, like a bunch of styles mixed together.

As I blocked, the blade came close to cutting into my arm, but as he moved away to swing again, I finally noticed the opening that was created. My feet moved as I swung upwards. My saber cuts through the arm behind the wrist.

I heard the Khrave scream in pain, but I knew that I had to act fast. With the weapon gone, I swung again, carving off his other arm, and then, swinging down, I sliced through its chest. A strike that should be a killing blow, hopefully.

Jedi aren't supposed to kill unarmed opponents. Yet, with my life and seeing what I have I couldn't call him unarmed. Nor would I truly call myself a Jedi. General, Tech-Smith, father, and even Force User, yes. Jedi I no longer was, and a title I could never claim.

Not for any sort of regrets. No, I had accepted what I did long ago. There was nothing to regret after all. But Jedi, I was never truly one in spirit.

The Khrave fell to his knees as he glared at me. "It doesn't change… anything… the galaxy…"

I swung again, clean through his head, taking it off. The moment it died, I felt a shockwave of sorts. Like, there was a screaming curse of a creature just outside my… no it wasn't exactly outside my reach. If I knew it was there, it was maybe possible to feel.

Eyes closed for just a second, with the Force, I reached out as carefully as possible. Just enough that I could see the other half of the Khrave. It wasn't dying, not truly, this part of it was alive and in some sort of shadowy mess of spirits and the like as it faded in deeper.

A warning hit me from the Force. Telling me to stop what I was doing. Pulling back, my mind was assaulted by visions. Disconnected images showing multiple words. Other races of the galaxy, and things that moved through the same place as the Khrave had screamed into.

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Third POV

With the "death" of the Khrave, those under its control all fell down. Suddenly and seemingly in a deep unconscious state. A silence came over everyone as Anakin's lightsaber extinguished its blade. Turning around, Anakin went into the throne room, followed by Vasak and the two Knyaz that they had with them.

What greeted them were the bodies of half of the other Knyaz and others who were with them. Some are cut down by the blade, others lie with burn marks of Warp Lightning. On the floor, burned but still alive, was Timur.

"By the Great Spirit!" Knyaz Geralt walked up to the various dead, sending a silent prayer to the fallen.

Knyaz Dalibor looked up at Timur as Anakin and Vasak were over the old man. The Knyaz of Clan Armen could see that the old Knyaz of Clan Kar was hurt, but alive at least barely. "Blast that xenos would Knyaz Timur make it?"

"He should be ok," Vasak answered back as the others walked in, seeing the sight before them. A few rushed over to Timur, helping Vaska will pull him up. "I'm more worried about the ramifications of this mess."

Anakin knew that at the very least, the three Clans that had been under Khrave's control were going to be destroyed. He didn't know if the control was truly gone or not with the Khrave's defeat. Death was a bit of a stretch as it had been screaming as it fell deeper within the Warp, but nothing told him that it had truly died. For all he knew, it could still be alive, or perhaps falling into the Warp was how it died.

"Should we be concerned about the possibility of a counterattack by the Xenos?" Geralt turned over to Anakin at this. Defaulting to the Tech-Smith who had revealed himself to be a surprising general and perhaps even a Witcher.

"No, the Khrave was on its own, I learned that at least from the screams of its death," A weight of worry was lifted from them. The idea of this being some large-scale invasion would have been worrisome after the deaths of so many Knyaz. "What I did see was that the galaxy is far more dangerous now than the old legends told."

Unification was needed after the glimpses of what Anakin had gotten. The oldest records were one part myth and another part fact. Speaking about a Great Galactic Civilization. "Despite everything, my Clan and I are still willing to unite this world."

Geralt's words were soon joined by Dalibor, who was in agreement. As were the various others in the room, no matter what Clan they had been from. Anakin had a small smile at this. A great tragedy had happened. An attack by something that Anakin had felt was malicious, and yet seeing that it hadn't jeopardized unity was enough to keep his spirits up.

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Obi-Wan POV

The whole mess had ended, and I could come out of hiding. I hated it but I understood my father's reasoning. Still, it sucked to stay with the injured as the fighting went on. At the very least, when it ended, I got to hear about everything.

They talked about my father, acting like I wasn't listening, or thinking I didn't understand. Talking about what had happened and what will happen.

"Obi-Wan," I turned around from the conversation as my father walked up. He had blood on his outfit to the side from bleeding. "There you are."

He got down and gave me a hug. I returned it, and after a few moments, we broke the hug. We both walked over to the landing port, seeing as the bodies were being loaded up. Alongside some who were lined up and captured.

"What is going to happen now?"

My question caused my father to stop for a few moments. His eyes linger on the captured from the three Clans. "We're still talking about what to do to Clans Vlad, Peris, and Kurds."

What to do with them? How was this something to think about, given what had happened? "Shouldn't they be destroyed?"

Father turned over to me and got on one knee. Looking me in the eyes with a stern yet aged look. The kind of things some of the elders in the city would give kids. "That is something that one must be absolutely certain is the only way."

Father explained to me what he thought. If the Khrave had controlled them and they didn't have a say, then they shouldn't be killed for it. Those who did willingly bring it on themselves, or forced others into it, are where a discussion on punishment should start.

I thought about what he had said. It seemed… logical and understandable. The kind of thing that some of the more famous leaders in Taris' history would do. There were detractors, but perhaps they are wrong?

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(A/N) Alright, got the first I guess, arc done. A bit less than I had hoped. Now I can focus on another story for a bit. Then I will focus on another after it, and then come back to here. Boy, multiple stories going on is hard. Anyway, share your thoughts, and I'll see you all next time.

 

[krahe]

The bat got Dooku'd. And not primarch unification is incoming, trully, nothing unify people as much as a clear outside enemy