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[20K] Revised 20K Timeline (updated April 2013)

17/03/2013 in 20K, Imp Lit News

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20K is the unofficial Warhammer 40,000 prequel series which I have been working on for a number of years. The following is a rough timeline including every 20K story that I am writing or plan to write. I have tried to remove as many spoilers as possible. Note that the timeline is subject to change and is undergoing constant revision.

This is “phase one” of 20K, a desperate time of derring-do. Phase 2, if I ever get that far, has a more mature and more adventurous tone with less of the grimness and grittiness of some of the earlier stories. Look for the crossovers and in-jokes as they appear. Fans of 40K as well as fans of general science fiction should find lots to be happy about.

Please ignore any repetitions or minor mistakes, this is the beta version and I already have the events right in my mind.

20K PHASE 1

40K’s mysterious and exciting history finally comes to life in tales of terror and adventure. Join the brave human pioneers of the Terran Empire as they begin their expansion into a galaxy where anything is possible.

KEY:
FRL = Fearless series
EW = Earthwatch series
SOL = Solstice series
Stories which do not have a series designation are independent stories (in TV parlance they would be “bottle shows”)

NOTE: Significant information is (deliberately) missing from the following timeline! Dates and events are subject to change.

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20K Date Timeline

M21

975.M21 – Starships of the Alneran Republic, a hostile alien species whose territory lies within Solar Segment, encounter a mysterious alien being and take him prisoner. The strange hostage escapes when a Terran Navy ship attacks the Alnerans; the being will later turn up in Terran space, where his strange behaviour confounds his human rescuers. (“The Man Without A Past”)-

978.M21 – XMS Southern Cross encounters R’Shan, a member of an unidentified alien species who has been conducting unknown warp experiments within Terran space. (“The Man From Nowhere”)

978.M21 – The Fireblade prototype fighter begins its initial tests, intended to replace the Saxon class fighter. (“Flight of the Fireblade”)

985.M21 – The Centaur class light cruiser is commissioned, intended as a gradual replacement for the legendary Canyon class.

985.M21 – The Terran Empire discovers the first known Warp Gate within Solar Segment.

986.M21 – XMS Ontario and XMS Lexington are sent to investigate the Warp Gate. During the mission, a previously unknown problem with the Ontario’s Gellar Shield hurls the ship into a time-travelling, galaxy-spanning adventure, during which humanity makes first contact with followers of the daemon god Nurgle. (“Ghostwalkers”)

986.M21 – An expedition team of the Pan-Pacific Treaty, a coalition of coporations and nation-states who wish to remain independent of the Terran Empire, discovers a world belonging to the long-vanished Chinasian Bloc. The world has long been abandoned, but the expedition discovers disturbing evidence that the colonists had been conducting genetic experiments influenced by men who claimed to have travelled from the distant future – a time of terrible civil war. (“Legacy of the Future”)

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[40K] Marneus Calgar’s Barmy Army: A Christmas Calgar (2012 Xmas Special)

09/12/2012 in Warhammer 40K

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“Confound this fething thing,” grumbled the Master of Ultramar as he struggled to retain his dignity. “I shall have to get that bodge-jobber of a Tech Priest to look it it. For the wages I am paying him, I should prefer him to be looking at my armchair rather than Necron porn. MILO! Come hence and clean up this mess forthwith.”

It was then the reality of Milo’s death hit him.

“Bollocks, now I must employ another wretch to do the cleaning,” Calgar mused. “Servitors! Fetch me a new Tanith!”

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Banners Held High I – Recruit

05/12/2012 in Warhammer 40K

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BANNERS HELD HIGH I – RECRUIT

A Warhammer 40,000 story by RedPen1089

Over the smoke and the screams, atop even the mighty canyon pillars of the hive city’s incomprehensible heights, he could make out the banners.

The hab-lighting had been cut out or shot out.  From his crawlspace, under the largest single-iron lumin-pole, the dim figures clustering at the artery’s mouth was legion.  Beyond number.  Thousands upon thousands of figures, pressed together in a line two dozen men wide, and easily just as deep.  The Evernight of Mordian’s habitable half gave the milling figures presence.  Even at two kilometres, the roared commands and boot-thumps reached his frayed, dirty ears.

He couldn’t tell what time it was.  None of the decaying city-slum quarters had chronometers.  The buildings he sheltered beside weren’t full of the twinkle and glow of the Upper Echelons- they were dark, rust-ensnared shells of industries long dead, long decayed.  Faint cogs adorned the kilometre-high black-grey superstructures; the leavings of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

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[40K] FORGED IN FAITH: A story of the Imperial Hammers

05/12/2012 in Warhammer 40K

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“Arkus Prime was once a shining beacon of hope, in the dark endless void of space. It was a shrine world, and every inch was sacred and devoted to ‘Him on Earth.’ It was once one of the most sacred places one might ever make a pilgrimage to, apart from Holy Terra herself. As brightly as it once had shined,  it was now as equally desecrated. Blighted and fouled, Arkus Prime is now a charnel house. The world’s population down to the last man, woman and child, lay slaughtered in the defiled temples and chapels throughout the single continent of ArkusPrime…sacrificed in an orgy of death and blood in the name of Khorne.”
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[40K] Deal with the Daemon

11/09/2012 in Warhammer 40K

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Deal With the Daemon

A Warhammer 40,000 story by Maugan Ra

PROLOGUE

Warp light bloomed and the daemonic assessors of the Black Tontine stepped forth even as the sorcerer lay dying. They came because my actions have violated the Tontine, and their very presence drove needles into our minds. Shrine gates rattled and the Aquila wept molten tears.
- The journals of Inquisitor Lord Felroth Gelt

Samuel Krista staggered down the hallway, his steps unsteady and his mind clouded by the drink. Up until mere moments ago he had been fast asleep, but then had come the knocking. Loud and insistent, it had echoed throughout his tiny hab with enough volume to jolt his addled mind into wakefulness. He didn’t know who it was, but by the Emperor, they were going to receive such a beating for waking him like this!

“I’m coming, curse you!” He roared, spittle flying past yellowed and broken teeth, pausing to snatch up a heavy metal club from its rack by the door. He was an Overseer, damn it all, and you didn’t treat an overseer with such disrespect!

With a feral snarl, Krista wrenched open the door, raised the club above his head, and stopped dead. A cold weight settled in his stomach, and slowly he lowered his weapon, letting it drop to the ground with a clatter. Beads of a sweat formed on his brow, even though the air flowing in through the open door was achingly cold.

There were three of them, taller than any man he had ever met and clad in long black robes like morbid Administratum functionaries. All three of them stood a few paces from his door, their hands hidden inside the folds of their robes and their heads bowed. Licking his lips, Krista took a step backwards, thinking desperately of the window at the other end of the corridor. He could make it, he was sure, if he started running right now…

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[40K] Shade of the Bazaar

21/08/2012 in Warhammer 40K

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This is my first post on this site. It’s fairly old, I wrote this over 2.5 years ago, I just happened to find a place to share it. Enjoy. Leave comments if you will, I am open minded to comments and criticism.

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Isaias looked at the broken man under his shoe, a fine trickle of blood was all that remained of the torrent that been springing from the criminal’s neck only moments ago. He savored this moment of macabre justice, for he well knew that like last time, this sweet tang of bloodlust filling his veins would dissipate and force him into a withdrawal as it had countless times before.

He must find new prey to give chase in his endless hunt. His cravings subjugated it to their whims, and he knew full well that he was a helpless pawn in their ocean of desire. He no longer even attempted to resist the urge to destroy life as though it was an object of disgust. Yet every time Isaias slaughtered the worthless criminals some still considered humanity, crawling and allowed to fester like cancer in the lawless undercroft of Imperita - which the Arbites and Sororitas Zealots were too overwhelmed to hunt for themselves – he felt power bordering upon the supernatural. As though he could take a walk in the warp itself and have its denizens bow before him, he desired no other drug, or comfort that could bring similar arousal knowing that the Emperor allowed him to enjoy his work.

Mercifully, underneath the burning forges of Imperita where Korzack Satasian Law and Imperial Rule faded with the natural light of the star Lorkan V blasting the sterile earth above there was no end to the scum of the universe, and with it hardly a pause before he could savor the killing blow once more.
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Quotes from Around the Imperium

12/05/2011 in Warhammer 40K

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“They have cast a fire of sin on the land, and are guarding it until it is an unquenchable inferno. Bring forth the waters of hell…”         Inquisitor Kalhn, at the outset of the Purging of Demelor IV
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“My Brothers! Never has our faith encountered so insidious an enemy! Never have we had to fight so bitter a threat. The dark minds of the aggressor will not rest until they have destroyed the memory of our enlightenment utterly; or until they themselves are brought to faith! To arms my brothers, to arms!”

Final words of the demagogue Ihran Veil, as recorded by the sensor array on the Vindicare assassin’s headset prior to Veil’s subsequent elimination.

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“Who can say what drives them? We can only say that any planet overrun by them is seemingly annihilated, and that a terrible hatred is said to be imbued into their very being. A hatred of all things warm and living. Rumours are spoken in fearful whispers about the Old Ones, ancient, mad gods from the dawn of time; leading these cold killers from silent tombs. Personally, I see little to fear. We are protected by a planetary defence system unrivalled in this sub-sector, and over one hundred thousand members of the PDF stand between any incursion and this hive’s occupants. The Governor’s main concerns are mostly regarding “Ogshnak Grishtak’s” marauding Orkish fleets, not a half-imagined legion of long-dead ghosts. Don’t worry my friend, you can sleep peacefully I am sure.”
Extract of a letter from Jaynor Fi-Quin, first assistant to the Governor of Condor Prime’s Secretary, to a personal friend (both resident in Condoria Magna). Twenty-seven hours later several Necron vessels of varying size and class rapidly penetrated the defence ring. The ruined remains of Condoria Magna, not to mention several other sizeable hive-cities, were discovered when the first PDF detachments finally arrived on the scene of the landings. Of an estimated 145 million residents, only 47 have thus far been found alive, and a further 79 million found dead. Of the 47 survivors, only 8 were capable of coherent speech, amongst them Jaynor Fi-Quin. All were absolved by the Ecclesiarchy through death.

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“In my right hand I carry the Emperor’s justice! With my left I enforce His will! Above me flock His Angels of Fury! And you think I fear you? The Emperor has no place for abominations in His universe!”

Grand-Master LePole of the Blazing Fists Space Marine Chapter, in challenge to the Chaos war leader Malcoer Ceth on Arca Tertiary.

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“Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen! The time has come! No longer will we wallow in obscurity and watch our illustrious heritage waste away into dust. No longer will the masses rule our streets and despoil our land. No longer will we, the true un-tainted elite, be cast aside as worthless scions of a long-gone age! Tonight the new order begins! Tonight, Taransa will taste order! Raise your glasses for one last toast, and then load your weapons. Tonight, we hunt.”

Quintinian Fellio Nagaram DiTaransasai, 1412th Marquis of Taransa, at a dinner-party hosted by the Duke of Carvel, addressing a party of high-class land-owners. Hours after this was recorded, DiTaransasai began a two-year long mass program of murder, killing over 65% of the working class population of the northern continent of Taransa – a total of almost 128 million Imperial citizens. The governor of the system, Elebe Dirai, applauded his actions; citing the longstanding disobedience of the populace as excellent grounds for mass execution*. However, since the sheer volume of deaths caused a 15-year long economic depression across the whole system, Dirai was forced to place DiTaransasai under permanent house arrest in his 445 room mansion, and to pay a heavy fine. A Ministerium report recorded just punishment.

*Interestingly, only 5 years after this campaign, a large-scale uprising in the northern continent by the people had to be put down by almost three regiments of Guardsmen. Evidently in this region the use of extraordinary force is not entirely effective, or needs to be applied more judiciously.

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“4: And so the Valiant Ares passed out of Herosh Gitam into the Linithean Gulf, with all the vessels of Cedus in her wake. 5: Through Linithea to Manit-Ko’aon called the Refuge the fleet did pass, where they rested for a month. Manit-Ko’aon was called the Refuge for here they did rest. 6: It was at this time, in Manit-Ko’aon which was called the Refuge, where the IMPERATOR first passed his wisdom down to Baa’t, son of Hura of the line of Nathaniel. 7: “Go unto the Ceduans and tell them that they are to travel without Geller Fields as far as Nen-Hud in the Dominica Sector. For I am around them and among them and shall protect them” Said the IMPERATOR unto Baa’t. 8: Baa’t was afraid and cried out in anguish to the Light; “Light of the Darkness how can I do this that thou ask? How will they know I speak truth from thee?” 9: The IMPERATOR said unto Baa’t “They shall know by the fire of thy tongue and the force of thy hand. When they say ‘Thou speak false and shall be killed for thine blasphemy’ say unto them ‘The Light is in me’ and a fire shall spring from thy tongue. 10: When they say ‘Thou art a demon or are possessed and shall be cleansed by destruction’ reach out thine hand and speak my NAME so that they may feel my power through thee.’ 11: And so Baa’t went forth unto the Ceduans and said ‘Listen to me for I speak truth! Rely not on the Geller Fields, but rely on the IMPERATOR for thy defence!’ 12: When the people heard what Baa’t said, they were afraid and made accusations against Baa’t to quiet him. They said ‘Thou art a liar and shall be killed.’13: But Baa’t said ‘The Light is in me’ and fire sprang up from his tongue and the people were quietened. 14: Amongst the people some remained who turned from the Light’s truth and said of Baa’t ‘He is a demon or else possessed by demons, and we must cleanse him through destruction as the Constitutions demand’. 15: But Baa’t put forth his hand and spoke the NAME of the Light, and the people felt the Light’s power through Baa’t. 16: And so the Ceduans set out from Manit-Ko’aon without Geller Fields, and came unto the system of Nen-Hud. Not one ship was lost or damaged; no engine or hull-plate attacked. 17: For the IMPERATOR was with them and among them and was their defence from the Warp.”

Extract from Chapter 7 (vv. 4-17) of the Book of Baa’t from the Ekhad Cycle, a religious book mostly suppressed in the Imperium by the Inquisition due to heresies within its pages. However for various reasons, and after much debate and extensive defensive editing, extracts were released for scholarly study to certain trusted individuals in the Ecclesiarchy’s upper echelons. This passage has come into slightly wider use as an example of how faith in the Emperor’s divine power and presence can overcome anything, even the immesurable power and menace of the Warp.

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“Give me an Imperial Man’o’War, and I’ll give you the universe”

Flag-Captain Jaystor DeMiglio to Admiral Velik Van der Hugot at the outset of the Ecran Crusade

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“Bayaatu Mayellati! Siniata Kama Bayaatu! Akwanolo mi walu Bayaatu.”

Common worshipful chant, in the local dialect, from Mbinguni III. A rough translation runs something like ‘The Emperor Protects! Praise the Great Emperor! Indeed we have the Emperor’s love.”

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“I feel a new dawn rising. Tomorrow we will step forth onto that blasted plain, everyone of us, and march forth towards glorious victory or else to oblivion. Tomorrow, we will decide the fate of our people. We stand on the brink of annihilation; to fail here is to condemn everything we have worked for. To succeed is to pass into history in a blaze of glory. I will not send you out to your deaths alone – I will lead you forth. None can avoid this final test. I shall not try to.”

Final address of Marshall Kyson before the Battle of Pollifar Green, notorious in the history of the Fallas Conflict as the bloodiest battle in terms of militia and conscript deaths. Although few records survive from that region after several Chapters of Astartes wiped out the Chaos invaders in the system over the course of a few years, tentative estimates suggest that Marshall Kyson led over four hundred thousand infantry, perhaps half of them actually armed with weapons, across the 15 kilometre long strip of land just 800m wide between the Jury’s Redoubt and Pollinear Ridge. Unsupported by armour, artillery, air cover or orbital bombardments, the attack was a disaster. The few reports that made it out of the area suggested that the estimated thirty thousand traitors stationed along the length of Pollinear Ridge simply set their weapons to auto and stepped back to watch the massacre. Although horrifically expensive in terms of loss of life, Kyson’s desperate gambit allowed the Techpriest Fitzlear Gaon to escape with the Veruy Key, preventing a cataclysmic collapse of the system’s star.

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“Come to me, oh Bretheren! Build together a temple of bones and an altar of skulls! Lift your lips to the red rain and sate the unquenchable thirst! Come to me and praise Him by my side! We offer worship and devotion to the Blood-drinker! We offer our own bodies and blood to the ultimate honour of sacrifice – come now with me Brothers to the White Plains, and await the benediction of the Feasters!”

Last address of the heretic and psyker Juran Ho’pau to the so-called “Convocation of the Brothers of Asinis” before the whole Convocation (around 240,000 former residents of Kattimar Secondary, converts to the heretical teachings of Ho’pau during the –BLOCKED- system uprising) marched over 30km to the edge of a small desert where the local predator called a Boneworm proceeded to devour all of them. Pict-drones watching from high altitude recorded the whole event and it is astonishing viewing: not one person tried to escape the rampaging creature, who rose up out of the dust (later testing has shown that the dust is in fact millenia-old bone, ground to powder by the elements and the digestive systems of the Boneworms) swallowing hundreds of people at a time, or slither across the surface with its large mouth wide open to scoop its prey up as it went. Rough estimates suggest that from the size and average depth of the ‘White Plains’ that there are the powdered remains of upwards of 960 million humans in the bone-dust desert. At the time of writing, the planet in question, -BLOCKED- was facing an Exterminatus Extremis order by both the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition.

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“Cancers are excised wherever they are found. If they are found early, they can be removed by a surgeon’s scalpel and the patient saved. If they spread far and wide around the body however, then the patient may die. If the cancer is allowed to grow unchecked for too long there is no saving the victim, and they surely die – their body consigned to the flames. The same can be said of heresy. Catch it early in the mind of a man, and he may be saved, through quick and decisive action, and only if he is willing to be saved. The same can be said of any society – catch it early, in a small number of individuals and it can be excised carefully and quickly without harming the whole. Unnoticed heresy will spread and fester, growing in strength and passing to others with ever increasing speed. Eventually it will take over and whole planets can be lost to its insidious embrace. The Inquisition is a physician with a scalpel. Where we find heresy we cut it out and destroy it. We work carefully and with the same delicacy as a surgeon – and by acting so we save the whole. But sometimes we are too late, or heresy goes un-noticed for too long. And then the time for the scalpel ends, and we must bring forth the torch.”

Inquisitor Joranati Payquelle D’Anzia, minutes before she ordered the Battlecruiser Justice of Pyron to commence a void-bomb bombardment that annihilated the entire population of Chernobak VI.

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That Raging Fire

19/12/2010 in Warhammer 40K

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This was hell. Men ran, screamed, fell, writhed, and then lay silent. Others charged forward, gun-muzzles spraying fire and receivers chattering and ejecting spent casings. Still others huddled in whatever scant cover they could find, whimpering or praying for God to save them.

But God, Samuel was convinced, could not hear their cries. He sat upon his gilded throne, a hundred thousand light-years away, slowly but surely rotting into nothing. His mind was occupied with other, more important matters. More important people. The screams of his most humble and loyal servants fell upon deaf ears.

The Imperial Guard was nothing to the God-Emperor. Samuel Jaekes was nothing to the God-Emperor. In the army of the Imperium, ordinary men fought battle after battle, and when their reservoir of luck had run out, they died. It was inevitable.

Sam was not an ordinary man, however. On the outside, he looked like one. He talked like an ordinary man, thought like an ordinary man, acted like an ordinary man. But just below the surface of his consciousness, a monster lay in wait, ready to break out when the time was right.

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A Little Sleep

21/04/2010 in Warhammer 40K

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Yevenov shuffled through the mud.  He was nearly blind in the pre-dawn gloom.  The sky was just starting to lighten from midnight black to the ruddy grey that promised a light drizzle for the foreseeable future.

He was exhausted to the point that he occasionally fell asleep while the column of troopers slogged their way through the murk to their next fighting position.  Despite the uncomfortable helmet, the sling of his lasgun cutting into his shoulder, his cold wet feet, and all the other minor annoyances that are a standard part of the infantryman’s life, he still managed to doze off while keeping his feet moving, one after the other.  Sometimes he would bump into the man in front of him.

Even when he wasn’t sleepwalking, his eyes would cross with fatigue, leading him to stumble on the uneven ground or bump up against another trooper with the clack and clatter of equipment.  He wasn’t the only one, and occasionally the sergeant leading the column would turn and swear quietly at them to keep the noise down and pay attention.

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How Many Orks…?

31/12/2009 in Warhammer 40K

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What makes a man truly a man?

In the innermost sanctuary of the NorthKern fortress, a lone sound still could be heard. A ragged sound, the heavy breathing of a man. In the darkness, near the shattered glowglobe on the desk, a body still tried to cling to life. Starving, old, tired, it was slowly losing its battle, but it could resist a few more minutes. The mouth was trying to form words, a last prayer maybe, but only a croaking sound emerged. The left hand tightened on an autopistol.

Is a man already a man when he is, and always will be, alone?

Shakingly, the arm rose, to rest the barrel of the gun on the temple of the officer. With feeble strength, the right hand gripped the aquila sitting on the desk. A flare, and the gun thumped, smoking, on the carpet. Silence.

Is a man already a man, if his world lie within a little tribe, a few hundred fellows, without a true society?

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