Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

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Boom. Boom. Boom.

Heavy footsteps echoed as Khorne's Bloodthirster, Ka'banda, emerged from the shadows.

He was a massive daemon, with broad, tattered wings and twisted, thick horns. His crimson skin bore intricate runes and scars from countless battles. At that moment, the hellfire on his body seared the fresh blood recently poured over him, and his eyes gleamed with a cold, ruthless light.

As the first of Khorne's Blood Host, Ka'banda exuded an insatiable thirst for bloodshed and slaughter.

"Those accursed Blood Angels—I will slaughter them all eventually!"

Ka'banda's guttural and terrifying roar echoed through the palace. His mood was foul. For millennia, his campaigns had ended in repeated failure. He had suffered numerous defeats and expulsions at the hands of Sanguinius, the Blood Angels' Primarch. The humiliation of these failures gnawed at him.

These setbacks had even shaken his position within Khorne's first Blood Host. He feared he had become a laughingstock among his peers.

He loathed Sanguinius and his progeny with a passion. Now, Ka'banda yearned for a grand massacre to satisfy his bloodlust. Yet, it had been years since he was last summoned.

Had he been forgotten? Or had the worshippers begun summoning other daemons of Khorne instead?

This was a troubling trend, even for a supreme Bloodthirster, one of Khorne's most terrifying champions. If denied opportunities to spread slaughter across the galaxy, he would grow weaker, risking replacement by other ambitious daemons.

Ka'banda could feel the covetous gazes of other Greater Daemons. They could barely contain their urge to challenge him.

Though he feared no challenge and was confident he could tear apart any foolish enough to try, even the act of being challenged by lesser daemons was enough to bring shame before Khorne and his peers.

Ka'banda awaited his moment. He needed an opportunity to unleash an unprecedented massacre across the galaxy.

Suddenly, Ka'banda sensed a summoning from one of his worshippers. A bloodthirsty grin spread across his face.

The summoning originated from a fringe star sector.

Under normal circumstances, Ka'banda would have ignored such a call from a minor region. But his bloodlust had been suppressed for too long. He needed carnage to quell his fury.

Once the blood energy was gathered, he would manifest in the material realm and annihilate the entire sector.

The great Ka'banda would begin a blood-soaked crusade, slaughtering world after world. He would pile their bones high to lure the Blood Angels into his grasp…

...

Several months later, on Urth

Urth's new Mechanicum City was built outside its hive cities. It had become a sacred hub for the Cult Mechanicus and was responsible for nearly all of the planet's technological research, especially weapons development.

The city's institutes focused on creating weapon prototypes. Once tested and approved, these designs were handed to the subordinate factories for mass production.

On automated production lines, these weapons were swiftly manufactured and equipped to the armies. However, while this was sufficient for standard weapons, cutting-edge equipment required hands-on expertise from the Archmagi.

These advanced weapons often incorporated esoteric elements like runic blessings and machine spirits, aspects a production line could not replicate.

Eden arrived aboard an assault ship, which landed on the landing pad of a massive, skull-shaped mechanical building hundreds of meters tall.

This was Kaul's Black Mechanicus Workshop.

As Eden disembarked, a blackened servo-skull—Kaul's custom-built servitor—floated forward to greet him.

A cheery voice emanated from the device:

"Savior, I'm in the middle of a crucial experiment and couldn't come personally to welcome you…"

The tone of Kaul's voice, however, betrayed a hint of guilt.

Eden could hear the clinking of metal and the hiss of gas compression through the comms. He also sensed faint traces of Warp energy.

"What is that lunatic up to this time?" Eden wondered.

BOOM!

A massive explosion shook the entire Black Mechanicus Workshop. Sections of the walls cracked, and parts of the structure began to collapse.

After a tense silence, Eden called out with annoyance:

"Are you dead yet? If not, get over here!"

Kaul's voice emerged after a brief pause:

"Still alive! Just blacked out for a moment. Thankfully, the emergency protocols revived me."

Kaul, covered in soot, scurried out to meet Eden and led him to the workshop's lounge.

Eden seated himself comfortably on a clean couch, one of his custom requests for the workshop. He despised having discussions in grimy, oil-covered areas.

Helping himself to a cold drink from the refrigerator, Eden opened the conversation:

"Is the thing I asked for ready?"

"Of course! Nothing is too difficult for the great Kaul!"

Kaul produced several dark green grenades from his storage unit and placed them on the table. These special grenades were larger than standard ones.

Months earlier, Eden had commissioned Kaul to create weapons specifically designed to counter Khorne's warriors.

Kaul's grenades contained highly potent sedatives and alchemical agents capable of inducing calming hallucinations. These effects could suppress the bloodlust of Khorne's warriors, weakening their combat effectiveness.

"This is only the first prototype. I'll refine them further after testing to ensure your satisfaction!" Kaul declared confidently.

Eden nodded in approval, satisfied with Kaul's progress.

The approaching campaign seemed favorable. With nearly a thousand Astartes and weapons specifically designed to counter Khorne's forces, they could handle even Harriss the Tyrant if he fully aligned himself with Khorne.

Yet, a lingering unease gnawed at Eden. What if Harriss summoned a Greater Daemon of Khorne?

A top-tier Chaos Greater Daemon could rival even a Primarch and summon vast daemon armies to devastate entire sectors.

If one appeared in the Goliath Sector, Urth's current forces would be utterly incapable of repelling it.

Eden sighed heavily, sipping his drink.

Sensing Eden's concern, Kaul spoke up enthusiastically:

"Are you facing difficulties? If it's a technical issue, the genius Kaul can solve anything—as long as funding is sufficient!"

Eden raised an eyebrow and hesitantly asked:

"Is it… possible to create a weapon capable of dealing with a Chaos Greater Daemon?"

Kaul froze, his expression turning uncharacteristically serious. His demeanor shifted as if a secret had been exposed.

"How did you know I was working on such a weapon?"

Kaul fidgeted nervously, scanning the room with his devices:

"That project is supposed to be shielded from the Inquisition's oversight. Not even Webby has data on it…"

Kaul had intended to keep his research a secret until he could unveil it with a spectacular demonstration. He planned to test the weapon against a Chaos Greater Daemon and become a legend within the Mechanicus.

Now, his grand project had been prematurely exposed.

Deflated, Kaul admitted:

"The research is still in its infancy. But I swear on my genius that the process is perfectly safe!"

Eden felt a headache coming on.

"You've really gone and started another insane project, haven't you?"

(End of Chapter)

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