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

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Hmm, at least City-1 is well established..." you muttered quietly, provoking quiet snickers from Kit and Amberly that you ignored. Kit had spent a great deal of time roaming as a bladehawk, and racing as a Krieg steed, rushing across the world...and here and there, across the blasted landscape, and far from the orbital drop zones, he had found people. Some had hidden in caves, some in basements, some had simply been far enough and lucky enough to not get hit. They had arrived, in drips and in drabs, guided by Kit, succored by his abilities. They all had similar stories. Sirens, screaming, stars falling from the sky...you had met a few of them, purely by happenstance, and you were increasingly prone to avoid them...you didn't like how they looked at you when you build them a house.

It wasn't hard to build a house that was nice. Then you just needed to hook them to the power grid, which wasn't even difficulty, like, anyone could...do it...maybe not as fast as you did...

You shook your head, trying to focus in again. With the people and the gathered supplies, you were able to focus on the space orbitals. A few of the skyhooks were still just barely intact after the Cascades and the drops - and by sending up the right signals, you could get cargo and people into space. It just involved some pretty...um...acrobatic moments that...it helped Kit was so strong...and tough...

And, it seemed, could survive unplanned reentry. To be fair, he did become a bird partway through.

Either way, you'd gotten the auspex sats on and now it was just a matter of coaxing the machine spirits. You tapped up a few binaric orders. Nothing but a smudge of thrust-plume came back on the grainy green display. "Come on.." You grumbled quietly, then kicked the terminus of cobbled together junk that you had made and-

The image fuzzed out into a wave of static and sparks.

"Damn it," you grumbled.

Kappa leaned over, whispering quietly in binaric - but before he could finish the litany, the screen fuzzed again and snapped back into focus, showing a crystal clear image of a flat, hammerhead shaped spaceframe that you recognized as a Space Marine battlebarge. Heavy lance turrets were studded along the spine, while heavy macrocannons sprouted from the front. However, your eyes were more drawn from the weaponry to the heraldics: A massive, familiar U.

"Ultramarines," Amberly said, her voice showing a bit of awe.

"Oh," you whispered, softly.

"The Emperor's most favored children," Kit said, grinning and leaning forward. "How do you think they'll take learning about us?"

"Uh..." you said.

"Most honored Warpsmith," Kappa said. "We are receiving a beamed message from the ship - identified as the Hammer of Jove - do you wish I to transmit it before your hallowed eyes?"

You nodded.

The screen fuzzed out again as Kappa murmured his soft prayers, then started to caress the side of the computer. He flicked one more switch, then the screen snapped into the image of a power armor clad figure, helmeted and identifiable only as a Space Marine - their voice coming through the grainy speakers. "Cathexias II, this is the ship Hammer of Jove, of the Chapter Ultramarines. We have been dispatched to render aid in the battle against the Archenemy you are now undertaking. We also bring humanitarian aide for your stricken population. Send current tactical and logistical datum back on this channel and prepare for our arrival. This message shall repeat until confirmation or we attain orbit."

"Well, they seem friendly," Kit said, nodding as he did so.

You could hardly imagine it. You'd heard the stories of the Ultramarines - the finest and most noble of the Imperium's many Space Marine Chapters. They had stood as heroes against enemies uncounted, saved countless millions of lives. They had often been stories in Krieg books about what it was supposed to be that you would want to be. There was legends that 01-01 himself had been chosen to become one of them, in a field of battle where Kreiger and Ultramarine had fought side by side.

The idea of meeting them was intimidating and thrilling in equal measures.

You slowly glanced out of the tent, at the modest cities and buildings that had started to grow. A mutant was ambling past, carrying a heaping load of apples from the orchard. You leaned back into the tent, tapping your fingers together, your brow furrowing behind the gas mask.

Seem.

Yes.

"Hmm..." you murmured, tapping your fingers together.

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What to do?
[ ] Transmit the whole story and where to land
[ ] Transmit...some of the story and where to land (pick which parts)
[ ] Tell them where to land, you'll explain stuff when they get hiere
[ ] "Uh, we're find here! We're all fine down here! Uh, how are you?"
[ ] Write In

Health: Fine
Anima: Glowing
Willpower: 5/5
Personal Motes: 13/13 | Peripheral Motes: 28/28 (Committed Motes: 5)
Limit: 1/10 (Trigger: Being stymied by indulges around her)
XP: 0 | Solar XP: 2
Major Projects: 0/5
SXP: 4 | GXP: 17 | WXP: 6