Did Anya from Gears of War get revived? She was Marcus' wife and JD's mom but she was the first minister of the COG and supported and helped create the breeding programs.
She's basically a Hitler genderbent, throwing people into rape camps rather than the ovens. I imagine she was not.

Even Marcus & JD, after seeing the real data about things, probably agree she shouldn't get a second life.
 
Why did, upon awakening, he simply not start practicing his old skills all over again?"
It is quite simple, my dear Heavily Augmented Sapient.

Why is War fought?

Don't know, it's actually quite simple: To Protect Others.

A Soldier fights not because he hates his enemy, but because he cannot allow those he left behind to come to harm. In this, Delta failed, his people, his creators were exterminated down to the last man, woman, and child. All he had left was to avenge them, to make those that slaughtered them feel the very pain they inflicted, and once that was done, to make the very universe suffer for its crimes.

He accomplished this, but it wasn't enough, it didn't fix things, he was left the final asshole on a pile of dead the size of the universe. All hope was lost, so he just waited. Waited for time to take its toil and let him stop, let him stop feeling the shame, the anger, and the hate. But it didn't. It didn't matter how long he waited, whether the stars themselves would fade away. He still remained.

Until, one day, something changed.

A single, humble schematic from his earliest days of combat, was different. It allowed him to go to places that he never could have thought, to have technology that he never would've imagined possible in the old realm.

And, most critically, it gave him something, no, Someone, to fight for.

Though OOC we totally know it was the commander getting a 21st century dude shoved into it, but IC theory-crafting is always a good thing.
 
Chapter 288; Guilliman's Mark
Chapter 288;
Guilliman's Mark


Guilliman studied the files in front of him with a keen interest, and something approaching happiness for the first time in as long as he could remember. And yet, the feeling was bizarre, even alien to him. Alien. He had been asked to have a look over the mechanisms by which the Ion Crown worked on its 'other' side. He had nothing of the control Delta had manually over things, though he had benefited from some reports where it tied into the civil infrastructure.

And what he saw was almost impossible. A thing of artistry.

An administrative system that didn't make him weep. Paperwork that wasn't couched in volumes of legalese, obscure texts, references to other departments for further information. In fact, since he had begun his study of the Ion Crown's civil administration, he had not been referred to another department even once. Had not had to call on the expertise of a specialist whose sole purpose in life was interpreting the ancient legalese written in a language only they read.

"Imperator, do you have a moment?" He asked out loud. His skin crawled as a light began to glow in the pedestal.

++"How can I help you Guilliman?"++

"I cannot find anything in your civil administration regarding the military at all. It is strange to find that there are no avenues that compel you to obey the instructions of the civil administration in a military capacity, even the Imperium has the fundamental civilian oversight that..." He paused as the light blinked twice. With the pause, Delta spoke.

++"Because the Civil Administration has no power or authority to request or compel military action. I will not allow others to command or compel me in matters of war again. Nor will I put the power of my military in hands where others may abuse it."++

Guilliman nodded for a moment processing it. "But then, what checks and balances are there on your power?" He asked academically. "History, even the Imperium's, show that the final power must always be invested in the civil legislature. To do otherwise will lead to..." He paused, considering the Imperium for a moment and shaking himself.

++"There are no checks and balances. Some might call it Tyranny, until they look and see that I control almost none of my people, I pass my laws. And I serve them as best as I can. But the Ion Crown Civil Administration remains secondary to military."++

"But, I still don't see why there is so little collection. There is no tithes. No obligations for them to provide... what do they do." The confusion was evident.

++"Whatever they choose, within the bounds and laws put into place."++

Guilliman's mental cogs were turning. Trying to puzzle it out. "I would like to see, if you consent to it naturally, production, resourcing, figures. Overall data, I don't need hard specifics. But I would like to see civil consumption as a separate set of figures if possible." The systems came to life in Guillimans table, displays and screens rising into their operational position as a flood of data began to flow through in a veritable storm of information.

Hours began to pass and he felt like he was drowning in figures that didn't make sense. Could not make sense. Surely no civilisation...

He frowned. The Ion Crown's resource capacity didn't make a lot of sense, being reduced to the simple figures of mass and energy. But even then, the civil use of it, for the entire Imperium, and the population of the Ion Crown, wasn't even a thousandth of a percent of the Ion Crowns production capacity. And...

The use of mass and energy divided into two further purposes. Military and.. other. The military production was almost a hundred times higher than the civil use. But even then it was...

His blood ran cold.

The Ion Crowns production capacity was being spent at nearly a hundred percent. As little as the Military and Civil use was, Guilliman rolled back the records and saw the exponential growth in the resourcing of the Ion Crown. Finally Guilliman put down the data. Finished massaging it. His final conclusions ready. "You... you don't need us. Any of us."

The light blinked solidly for a second.

Guilliman stood and looked behind him, before him stood the Ikthala, the cataclysm in a xenos tongue. Delta Imperator, the Emperor of the Ion Crown. "No Guilliman. I need you, I need all of you more than you can imagine." The scene of the room was obliterated by the intrusion of the holodeck changing configuration.

"What is this!?"

"The last days." His voice was cold as he stood. Guilliman realised that they were standing on an asteroid. There was no air, and yet they had no difficulty breathing. It was that that allowed Guilliman to recognise that he was in a reconstruction, not actual events. And only that. Below him he could see armies so vast that they were visible from orbit as a rolling ocean of metal and iron. The skies were full of swarms of fighters as they duelled above defences thick enough to render the best efforts of the Guard into a pale imitation. Ships duelled... and Guilliman looked closer.

And then a moon plummeted from orbit into the planet. Annihilation spread in a wave. The view shifted and Guilliman almost lost his balance for a moment. Above the ashcloud of the moonfall rose slowly into the skies. "This was the last battle. At this point there were no sapients left anywhere as far as we knew. And of Commanders, there were only three left. Myself. Inquisitor Nemicus of the Foundation and Osiris of the Revenants. I need you to understand me Roboute. We were the last three sapient intelligences in the universe to our knowledge. There were no people left. Just three autonomous war machines built from biological intelligences. We think."

Guilliman saw Delta's original body as it turned and fired at something in the distance. Another mushroom cloud began to rise into the skies as a nuclear warhead struck beyond the horizon. "We were war machines made to perfect war. I can see your analysing eyes. You see we all fight with the same weapons, the same machines.... the same intensity. Nemicus was beneath the moon I dropped on the planet, and Osiris was in the distance. The nuclear strikes had disabled him, crippled him I think. Either way. He annihilated himself rather than allow himself to be captured."

"But why? If there..."

"Because our programming prohibited capture. But..." Guilliman continued to watch as Delta's original body began reclaiming mass. Then time seemed to slip by and speed up. The machine no longer moved. The ashfall from the moons devastating destruction of the planets biosphere began to pile up and soon Guilliman realised he was observing thousands of years in moments before the machine stirred and created a portal. It marched through and the holodeck phased back to the stateroom Guilliman had occupied before. "We were insane. We annihilated everything. Everyone. Each other. I failed to protect my creators because they feared us and tried to command our self-destruction. My programming viewing such a thing as an attack... I have changed, but I cannot, will not, allow myself to fall fully and wholly back into the war programming that had defined our insanity. I need people to care for, protect, to help me maintain the semblance of sanity."

Delta turned to Guilliman. "When I return to the time before the Great Heresy in your universe, or its parallel, I will need you to stand with me and help prevent the Heresy from ever occurring, not with the murder of your treasonous brothers before they can commit such a treason, but to prevent the circumstances from ever coming to being. The Heresy is a mirror of the final war. But a Primarch was not a Commander and apocalypse of the very universe was not in your reach." Delta put a hand on Guilliman's shoulder and smiled sadly, "I see something of a brother, or friend, in you Roboute. So yes. I do need you, I need you all." Delta reached out with a hand extended and a single diamond in his palm. "This was made from the last carbon of my home universe gathered from the cracks and seams of my original bodies armour. Please bear it with you as a reminder that it is my promise and oath that I will stand with you and prevent the Heresy. Even if it kills me."

The door opened and shut behind Delta, leaving the diamond in his hand and Guilliman felt a sadness in his soul. He felt almost a kinship to the Emperor...

He also realised that the body that he had met him with bore a Primarchs stature, even if all else was no different, down to the glowing magenta eyes. The science of the Ion Crown almost terrified him more than the question as to whether Delta was a Man of Iron in the worst sense.
 
That's a pretty bad goal, saving 40k even at the at cost of Delta life is not just Delta life, its also the entire ion crown. 40k is not worth saving if the cost is the Ion crown. If he is loosing again just pull out again, get strong, way stronger and then come back to do what you want.
 
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That's a pretty bad goal, saving 40k even at the at cost of Delta life is not just Delta life, its also the entire ion crown. 40k is not worth saving if the cost is the Ion crown. If he is loosing again just pull out again, get strong, way stronger and then come back to do what you want.

Correct but Guilliman doesn't need to know that ;)
 
I rarely post on sv however I must say this story is one of my absolute favourites, the pacing the tech melding, all of it is excellent. You've done an amazing job and I wait for your next chapter with great anticipation.
 
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SINS NIXED
AAARGH!!!!

Apologies to anyone who felt any vested interest in the Sins arc. Unfortunately, after no less than SIX restarted attempts to even get started on it I have to conclude that I just do not have the motivation for a Sins arc. Which is annoying as fuck since I was going to use the Orks as the Vasari's hidden enemy that was forcing them to flee.

As such, despite the little bit of incongruity, I will be skipping it. I cannot afford the mental luxury of rewriting an introduction for a section I just can't find the motivation for over and over again.
 
Dont worry Kaddy~ Tbh the only thing i looked forward to in SINS was the Cool ships

There are plenty of other universes to play in!
 
You should enjoying writing so if trying to crank out Sins after restart after restart, then I have no problems it getting passed up. Just thank you for writing at all and I look forward to the next chapter.
 
Chapter 289; Hallowed be thy name.
Chapter 289;
Hallowed be thy name.


Jack fidgeted nervously in the SGC, the message had gone out and few if any could deny the significance of it. Contact with the Ion Crown had been sparse, instead centred around Maethrillian. Several weeks ago the supergate had been built and triggered that allowed four of the Ori ships into the Milky Way, and though they had managed to destroy one using the Supergate itself as a weapon, they had little other option. The...

The gate activated. The incoming wormhole alarms going off and everyone preparing for the worst. But as the chevrons locked he knew that he doubted that it was an attack, the timing was too precise. As the gate engaged he sighed in relief as the correct codes were received and the Thor and the Tollan representatives stepped through, nearly seven feet tall their 'fixed' bodies still freaked Jack out a little. It was easy not to get intimidated when they only came up to your waist.

He waited for the Gate to disengage and was more surprised when the bright blue pool of the wormhole was replaced, a deep green bleeding into it in moments before the Ion Crown representatives came through. And O'Neill felt both terror... and giddy excitement. The first figure of the Ion Crown to emerge was Ronin, with Moira, Aisling and Helena, but behind them...

Three figures stepped through. The first looked like Delta Imperator... but massive. And clad in far more advanced armour than anything he had seen before. Eyes blazing like magenta suns. But it was the men emerging behind him that stole his breath away. For Jack was a military man, and knew of 40k. And if those weren't Roboute Guilliman, and ... and....

He felt an involuntary twitch commanding him to kneel. Not a command, not a psychic imperative, but an instinctual reaction the Goa'uld could only wish they possessed. Enough so that he didn't even notice Red. The Emperor of Mankind himself. And behind them... something that looked like Necrons.

"Welcome to Earth and Stargate Command. I am grateful that you have answered our call for help." Thor nodded as O'neill spoke. "I admit, I didn't expect the Ion Crown to send such a large party." He began to head from the gateroom before wondering to himself how the three massive men would even fit into many areas of the SGC.

His skin crawled as he saw the wall ripple as they got close as they used a Tollan phase-shifter to pass through the unyielding matter. The Imperator spoke up. "Subject matter experts. Alexander and Guilliman have experience in dealing with extradimensional entities that gain power from worship, Phaeron Trazyn and his people have shattered so-called Gods before, and Red of the Continuum is the closest thing to a contemporary to your Ascended or the Ori."

They moved through the corridors to the guest quarters, and finally they were escorted to the room overlooking the Stargate.

...

Jack sat in the office looking at the security monitor footage. He felt the weight of his new role press down on him like a ton weight as he studied the figures on the screen. Delta looked older somehow. His eyes had a haunted caste he didn't remember from his last personal visitation. The Ion Crown had maintained their presence in the galaxy, but kept to themselves only engaging with the Asgard and Tollan in any regular capacity. But as Elizabeth Weir stepped into the room he too had to cease hiding away in the office.

"Sorry about calling you here Delt, but this situation has become problematic. The Ori invaded the galaxy with just four capital ships, and the combined efforts of the Asgard, Jaffa Rebellion and ourselves were unable to prevent them from advancing. And now they have begun sending these so-called Priors to preach something called Origin, those who refuse them are victims of a bioweapon. And..."

Carter spoke up. "It's bad, and our options are... few. Asgard weapons proved insufficient to pose a significant threat to these Ori ships. We were forced to withdraw or face destruction."

Delta's eyes flashed. "Ah yes, the Kohler class Bowlcruiser."

"You know of it!?" Jack snapped accusing.

Delta dropped a device onto the table creating a hologram. "It's probably not what they call them, but we are familiar with the basic design. Thor, what does the Asgard High Council say of it?"

The Asgard nodded. "Their vessels are powered by an unknown energy source, potentially connected to these hostile ascended, the 'Ori', unfortunately, they are exceptionally advanced. The so-called Kohler class utilises energy weapons capable of overwhelming even our own most advanced vessels shields with a few strikes. And their energy weapons are capable of penetrating our own shields. We have as yet been able to mount an effective offence, it can take a dozen or more shots to effectively damage an Ori vessel."

"What is the yield of your weapons when translated into Earth TNT explosive equivalents?" Delta asked plainly.

"The raw damage dealt is approximately, one hundred and fifty gigatons. Though various tuning of the weapon allows significant shield penetration compared to most." Thor said plainly.

Delta nodded. "Are you aware of the location of one of the Kohler's at the moment?"

"We are."

"I will be dispatching a vessel to meet your own, I want to face one of these Kohlers, the vessel will be under the command of Admiral William Adama. I need to take a measure of these Ori before I can act. But, I will be dispatching humanitarian aid immediately to deal with the plague. We need to measure them from all fronts. Oh. Jack..." The Emperor looked at him.

"What's up Delt?"

"I know you're a military man, for a laugh, show Alexander Warhammer 40'000."
 
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