NOVEL NEXT Chapter 4: The Great Plan (part one)
Uncle Noah has been protecting and leading humanity for so long that no one (except very few) remembers when he was born. We only know that he has been around since the Dark Ages and he was the one who ascended humanity to the stars. He talks about his days as a ruler and conqueror, but he never gives details. We only know that Father's Great Crusade was just to reclaim what he conquered eons ago. Greenskins call him Krork Krumper. His tales are still told among Eldar to scare children. The legends about him are so vague and superficial that I am not sure which are true. But one thing is clear, he is one of the greatest conquerors this galaxy has ever seen and a horrifying warrior who can fight all there is.
Primarch Roboute Guilliman
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Terra AD.3122
It was an ordinary day for me. At least for a while. I did not know what kind of fuckery I was about to get caught into. With the invention of my Panacea serum, sickness and aging were history. I was used to ruling people, mankind had finished colonizing the solar system and ventured into outer space. The future seemed bright. Then everything changed. The day that we learned we are not alone.
The greatest space institution of the federation, Federal Air and Space Agency (FASA), was in turmoil. Their normally proud and aloof staff was in chaos like headless chickens. The reason is simple yet unbelievable. For the first time in their 900-year-long history, their radars caught signals that cannot be natural.
"Contact the capital, we have a code black! I repeat, we have a code black!" The head of the agency, Anthony Copernicus, shouted with excitement unfit for his old age of 679.
"Mr. President is on the way, Professor Copernicus. Please inform your subordinates that entering or leaving the building is prohibited by Protocol 0," a monotonous voice replied.
"Understood, Prometheus," said Prof. Copernicus. "My dear friends and colleagues, today we might be among the first humans to contact alien life forms. Be glad because your name will be written in history with golden letters."
After a few minutes, the doors opened as a tall young man entered. He looked no older than his twenties, but his eyes were glowing with the knowledge and wisdom of an entire millennia. From kids to the elderly, everybody knew who he was and what he accomplished. He was Noah Light, the President of the Galactic Federation.
"Copernicus, my dear friend. I came as fast as I can. Now tell me what did you find," said Noah with a smile on his face.
"Signals, Mr. President. Signals that we caught with a brand-new radar. It is a message from an outer source. They do not match with any others we got since the Dark Ages. But we managed to decipher it," Copernicus explained with awe all over his face.
"I see. Then let me look at these," said Noah, prepared to be disappointed. At the center of the room, a giant screen filled with incomprehensible sounds and images. "These are the signals we got. Yet we can't understand what these are supposed to mean. Prometheus found that these are some kind of language." Copernicus stopped as he found Noah seemed frozen in place.
"I... I remember this. But it can't be. No! Please NO! I don't deserve this. You can't do this to me. NOOOOOO!" The whole room was stunned to see their mighty leader scream like a lunatic while severely shaking. "Mr. President! Mr. President! NOAH!" His scream awakened the shattered man. "My friend, call an ambulance." With these words, Noah Light fell to the ground.
I opened my eyes to a white ceiling. Memories flooded my mind. Memories of a different life that I knew very well. Visions of genocide and bloodshed, a galaxy burning with the flames of war. 'In the grimdark far future, there is only war.' These signals were filled with the language of Eldar. The idiotic space elves of 40K. How do I know it? Because I learned their language for fun. It has to be Warhammer, hasn't it? No, of course not. I knew I used all my luck in Vegas. After gathering my thoughts, I started planning.
"Ok Noah, snap out of it. You cured all illnesses. Heck, even colonized the solar system, you can do it. Now, who do we know is alive at this time period?" A golden giant filled my thoughts. Great, I need to find a shapeshifter among trillions of people.
"Prometheus."
{Your orders, Mr. President.} Prometheus answered swiftly. Prometheus is the greatest AI ever created and my lone confidant in my long life. "I need you to call Alexander to my office immediately." With the revelation of my place, everything came together. Alexander is one of my closest advisors. He knew history like he was there. Now I realize he was really there.
After a few minutes, an average-looking man entered the hexagon office. "You called, Mr. President." After looking at the man once more, I was sure of my suspicion. "You can leave the act, Alexander. Or should I say, The Emperor of Mankind."
The air filled with pressure as Alexander, no, the Emperor, glowed with golden light. "How did you know?" His voice shook the office, while his gaze was like piercing me. "Please sit down. It will be a long talk." As he sat down, I started my tale.
When I was born, I knew I was different. I had thoughts, memories... memories of a different life. I knew I was reborn or something because baby brains (not even mine) can't produce 17 years of knowledge from nothing. I will not bore you with my life now, but I loved some stories in my previous life. One of them was about a world where Humanity was attacked by aliens and demons of chaos. I loved it and learned much from it. There was a man in that story called the God-Emperor of Mankind. Yesterday we caught the signals of Eldar. I know who you are and I know the future. At least a part of it. So is this enough or do I have to bring up your plans of Humanity's ascension, Thunder warriors, Malcador the Sigilite, Amar Astarte, your Adeptus Custodes, The 20 Primarchs, how much of an excuse of a father you are?" "Enough!" The Emperor shut the man up. "I got it. So you really know the future. What do you intend to do?" he asked.
"Prepare, Alexander, prepare for the coming of Tyranids, The birth of Slaneesh, The great awakaning of Necrons and the Infinite Empire, Drukhari and Asuryani and last but not least the orks and their waaagh! I have some ideas, but we really need to reconsider your plans. What were you expecting Erda to do after hearing what you planned? You are older than writing, for God's sake, learn how to be a father. The things you did to Angron are just infuriating. Don't even start with saying you don't know what I'm talking about. I know you can hold a conversation from 10,000 years apart. Now I need you to make me a psyker." He looked at me suspiciously. "Why are you so sure I will believe you? I might kill you right here." I smirked at the golden psyker. "Humans grow from only one cell. Isn't it magnificent? And irrelevant to the topic, but my serum is really great at regeneration." He smirked back at me. Yeah, I was also surprised. I thought he had facial paralysis. Then we both started planning.
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A/N:Thank you for Reading. It is an origins kinda chapter. Should I continue with the part two or do you want to read Noah and Batman.
And for the people question the sybiotes heres a quote from Noah himself
"The panacea serum or the sybiotes are incredibely adaptive microorganisms that merge themselves with the hosts immunity system to repaire and improve their body to the most minute detail. After their distrubition to the people in 2100, the average human lifespan reached over 500. Apparently humans cant deal with so much information.Yet.
The Panacea project and its impacts on Humanity By Noah Lİght.