WARHAMMER 40,000: A Thousand Tiny Suns (40k/Exalted Crossover!)

The Commissar stepped forward, her impressive sneer only equaled by her impressive bolter. The pistol's barrel filled your gaze and Kit tensed next to you...but you were faster. You stepped forward, brought your Lens Lance twirling up and then brought the base of the shaft against the underside of her pistol. It flew up into the air - then dropped into Kit's hand. He held it and in a single clenching of his fist, he crushed it into an exploded spray of fragments, bits of metal falling, the mass-reactive shells clattering down as they spilled out of their destroyed magazine. Wasteful, but...impactful!

The entire crowd of officers and Magos and common soldiers that surrounded you stood perfectly still. You twirled your lance above your head, then brought it smashing, hilt first, into the general's temple. His eyes rolled up and he dropped with a groan, splashing into the mud. The Commissar was still gaping at her empty hand as you slammed your lance back to the ground, holding it to your side.

"Throw him in the brig," you said, voice firm and fierce. The words came streaming out, bubbling from your mask before you could stop it. "This...this...this...this...General is attempting to interfere with a miracle that could bring victory, has been informed as such by the Designated Expert in Technology!" You thrust your hand at the Magos. "A-And...annd rather than seek more information or even get a second FRAKKING OPINION, he's trying to destroy it to make the defeat total!"

You started to pace back and forth, hands raised up to either side of your head, breath hot against your face inside of your respirator, blowing against the portholes, actually beginning to fog them up. "I don't know if that makes him an idiot or a traitor, but either way, he clearly must be relieved of command! Right now! I mean, what's he going to do? Compound his idiocy? Betrays the Emperor by snatching defeat from the jaws of victory!? Is that the kind of general we're dealing with now!? I...I..." You trembled, then thrust your finger at the Commissar as well. "You! You! You...you were going to shoot me!? A...a...TWILIGHT! CASTE!"

You couldn't stop now. "Do you know what technology is like RIGHT NOW!? Our best technologist, our finest mortal savant, has a GRILLE...STRAPPED TO HIS FACE!" you were almost screaming now, pointing at him. "That's the BEST WE HAVE! And you wanted to shoot a fucking Twiligh Caste!? Do you even know the level of catastrophic stupid brainless wastes of time that was! That could have been...who even knows...I!" you threw up your hands, then put your gloves over your face and screamed in pure frustration."

The Commissar opened her mouth. "No, seriously, are you claiming you know better about matters of technology than a Magos?" You exploded, turning to face her again. "I just realized, I'm ACTUALLY being quite nice you think by disarming them instead of killing them all where they stand because it's been a stressful time! And...and...ARRGH!"

"I think they got the idea, honey," Kit murmured, his amusement clear.

You glowered at the group of officers.

They remained quiet, and your commanding officer whispered quietly. "Y-you're...not Krieg anymore."

It was like being smacked in the face. "N-No, I..." You stammered, but Kit put his hand on your shoulder. The Commissar shook her head slowly, and in her firmest voice, she spoke.

"You are a heretic. A mutant. Touched by the warp itself."

The officers squared their shoulders - but then...to your shock, a barrel came from the left of your vision. Crunching boots sounded and 7-7 stepped foward, her hellgun aimed at the Commissar. Her voice was even. "The...the Natural Magos said you're under arrest, Commissar." The officers looked shocked - and none were more shocked than you as other common soldiers walked forward, their rifles aimed at the knot of stunned nobles and leaders. Your CO, 9-19, shook her head slowly, her jaw tight and her portholes flashing with pure fury.

"You are not Kreig," she whispered.

"Come on," 7-7 jerked her hellgun.

"7-7, you will be executed for this," 9-19 snarled, but raised her hands, mulishly and slowly. The whole knot of commanding officers were marched away as the other common soldiers gathered around you.

"...w-why?" you whispered.

"Cause they don't want to die," Kit said, quietly. "Those men spend their lives like bullets. You? You offer them hope."

"W-What!?" you stammered, but Kit grabbed onto you by the scruff of your neck, hauled you up, then planted you on his shoulder. As he did so, he grew and grew and grew, until you were perched on his tigerish body. His voice boomed out, confident and casually commanding in all the ways you weren't.

"The Emperor has blessed 41-22 and I with his divine might! And together, we shall not merely survive today - we shall find victory! We shall drive forth the enemy from this world! From this system! From this segmentum! From this galaxy itself!" He held you aloft. "And it will be by her light we shall do it! 41-22! 41-22! 41-22!"

Your hurried explanations that you were no one special were lost in the cheering din as the surviving army shouted out your designation.

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You currently have 10 XP and 4 Solar XP (you earned some standard XP for your pre-exaltation adventuring) and due to your planning, 8 of that XP is already spent because you, good lady, are getting THOUSANDFORGE HANDS so you can craft an artifact at speed. Specifically, it will take you 5 weeks...normally. However, since you have a bunch of mortal savants helping you, I am going to count every 5 of them as (functionally), +1 essence, which drops this to the minimum time of 0 weeks, or 24 hours.

But the question is, what precisely do you want to make to styme the enemy attack.

[ ] Teleportarium
[ ] Lance Weapon
[ ] Void Shield emitter
[ ] Write In


STATS
Health: Fine
Anima: Dim
Willpower: 5/5
Personal Motes: 13/13 | Peripheral Motes: 28/28
Limit: 1/10 (Trigger: Being stymied by indulges around her)
XP: 2 | Solar XP: 4
Major Projects: 0/5
SXP: 57 | GXP: 52 | WXP: 0