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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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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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Thirty Minutes

25/05/2009 in Warhammer 40K

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$100 Contest Entry by Dae

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The world was dying, reflected Alexan Fiercen. Gazing through the viewing panel of his Thunderhawk as it moved slowly across space, he contemplated the planet below. It had been a busy world, with industries pumping out goods and weapons at incredible rates and hive cities whose highest spires reached up to the skies. Yes, thought the marine, this world had been alive, but now was meeting it’s end. The spires lay smashed at the feet of the Hives, themselves reduced to rubble by the pounding of artillery barrages. Only a handful of the factories were still active, and no more smoke billowed out from the forests of chimneys in the industrial zones, instead coming from the thousands of fires that ravaged the planet.

One month to destroy a world, one month since the ships of the fleet had deactivated their Warp Engines and translated back into normal space, fighting off the naval task forces sent to stop them before smashing through the inner defence ring. Fiercen looked again, savoring the view. The taste of the revenge to come was sweet, so sweet! One thousand years ago, they had cast him and his brothers away, and now they would see how foolish they had been. How had they not seen he only wanted to serve? Why had they rejected all negotiation? And why, most of all, had they hunted his brothers down because they tried to use the most efficient weapons ever designed?

Under the guidance of Lord Hueco and Father Nurgle, the Plague had rebuilt it’s forces and grown so much stronger than it was before. Use the enemy’s tactics against him, had said Lord Hueco, and Fiercen had obeyed, just like his battle-brothers. For almost one millennium now, they had conducted raids and plunders, sometimes larger incursions, the Imperium proving to be an endless reservoir of targets for their experiments.

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Reunion

09/03/2009 in Warhammer 40K

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I was up and dressed so early on the morning of Saint Stefan’s Day. My foster parents had bought the beige blazer especially, so that I could wear it for the evening parade. The blazer matched well with my light brown knee-length shorts and my neatly polished mahogany brown boots. I remember allowing myself a smile as I looked in the full-length mirror, at the same time thinking that I wouldn’t get a beating from Haltek today. The mirror didn’t lie; the left side of my chest was already a gorgeous swirl of black, purple and yellow bruising from the previous evening’s pounding. All that I had done was to spill my drink across the table at dinner. My foster mother, Anna, never stepped in to help despite my tears and screams. The neighbours were just as bad; they must have known what was happening, yet they also did nothing. Still, the bruises had soon gone away, they always did, my body had become accustomed to fighting them and usually they were gone within a week.

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Through the Eyes of a Traitor

14/11/2008 in Warhammer 40K

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Damascus, veteran sergeant of the 1st Company. Ultramarine. Four hundred and sixty eight years old. Four and a half centuries of loyal service and constant warfare. Now naked. Arms and legs stretched to their limits, locked in chains with adamantium and arcane powers. Putrid worms slowly slid across the flooring, leaving trails of slime in their wake. Hooded and hunched figures moved in the shadows, just beyond the powerful and bright white cone of light aimed down at Damascus from directly above. The hooded figures reminded the Marine of Tech-Priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus, reminded him of a warped and twisted mockery of their ancient and holy technologies. The hunched and robed figures mutated and deformed, mocking the sacred bionics of Mars with blasphemous genetic deviations.

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