Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

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Aboard the Dreamweaver—

Guidance lights flickered throughout the warship's corridors as personnel moved about in coordinated haste.

Millions of Storm Legion soldiers gathered in formation upon the decks, with officers bellowing war speeches to rouse their spirits.

Once the mobilization concluded, the troops either marched in formation or piloted various war machines toward the transport ships.

They would be deployed to the surface once the fleet eliminated Matira's anti-air defenses.

Elsewhere, on one of the ship's massive hangar decks—

Nearly nine hundred Void Angels and War Angels silently inspected and prepared their weapons.

Under the command of Duke and Pru, they boarded landing torpedoes in small squads.

These Astartes warriors would accompany the Savior in the assault on the King's Court.

Not far from them, two thousand Battle Sisters, clad in exquisitely crafted power armor, stood in disciplined ranks.

Most of them bore silver-white hair and striking features.

Yet the occasional scars adorning their faces lent them a cold, formidable presence.

Each Sister held a cross pendant engraved with the image of the Savior, whispering prayers.

Through years of religious rites and relentless combat training, their bodies and souls had long been devoted entirely to the Savior.

"For the Savior!"

Canoness Maya declared solemnly before leading the Battle Sisters onto assault craft.

Their mission was to hold the outer perimeter of the King's Court against enemy forces.

"Finally, it's my turn to take the stage…"

Eden stretched as he rose from the sofa, his joints cracking audibly.

Ever since Urth's reclamation, it had been over a decade since he last stepped onto the battlefield.

However, this time, they were facing forces tainted by Khorne.

His instincts warned him that even more formidable enemies would likely appear.

At such a pivotal moment, he could not afford to stay behind.

"Savior, it is time to don your armor."

Linda, the head maid, approached and gently helped him remove his intricate ceremonial robes.

Beneath them, Eden's physique was revealed—chiseled and perfectly sculpted, his muscles resembling masterful works of art.

Each fiber of his being exuded immense power and agility.

Stripping to the waist, he strode toward a concealed doorway that led to his private armor chamber.

Ascending onto the armor platform, Eden spread his arms.

The servitors sprang into motion, outfitting him with a black electro-muscle bodysuit.

Automated machinery hummed as golden power armor plates were affixed to his form.

Soon, the armor sealed itself and came to life.

This was the second iteration of his custom-designed power armor.

The improvements focused primarily on aesthetics—crafted with techniques from humanity's golden age, adorned with even more gemstones.

Additional mechanisms were installed to generate stunning visual effects.

A radiant golden flame shimmered as ethereal wings upon his back, while a golden corona of fire crowned his helm.

Now, with all effects activated, Eden radiated a divine brilliance—like a god descending upon the battlefield.

A towering, golden warrior of supreme grandeur!

When he arrived at the battlefield clad in this armor, he would undoubtedly be the most striking figure present.

This was not mere vanity—it was a strategic necessity.

As the Savior and Supreme Commander, he was a symbol.

His arrival in resplendent fashion would strike fear into the hearts of the enemy while inspiring his own forces.

For the same reason, Astartes armor bore sacred inscriptions and ornate embellishments.

Veteran warriors of exceptional courage and endurance were chosen to bear the Chapter's holy banners.

These symbols were vital to maintaining morale.

In a way, Eden himself was a walking, divine war standard.

"Hiss—

A bit blinding…"

Eden squinted slightly and deactivated the visual effects.

In the corridor, several servitors approached, carrying his golden power sword and an elaborately decorated metal case.

Kneeling, they presented the sacred weapons to him.

Eden lifted the lid of the case.

Inside, upon a cushion of fine silk, lay a half-meter-long, silver-white relic inscribed with intricate sacred runes—his Holy Cremation Warhead—alongside its launcher.

Crafting this weapon had nearly cost him his life.

He had spent years in recovery, expending a tremendous amount of faith energy to fully heal.

It had taken over seven years to complete this relic.

Its energy compression core contained a vast reserve of miniature suns and golden solar energy.

Eden had once inspected the warp-linked energy reserve—

A sphere of condensed energy, hundreds of meters in radius, awaited within.

Once fired, the core would rupture its warp containment and unleash the boundless power stored within.

The golden energy of the Emperor's Sun would incinerate all chaos-tainted foes.

Securing the warhead into the launcher, Eden then clipped it onto his waist storage module.

Now he felt truly prepared—his ultimate ace was in hand.

With this divine weapon, nothing could threaten him.

Unless, of course, an avatar of the Chaos Gods descended in person.

And if that happened, well… he would have to call in reinforcements—

Summoning the Emperor himself.

If that failed? Then GG.

Shoving aside such thoughts, Eden grasped his mighty blade and strode forward.

Flanked by Carter and a hundred Thunder Guardians, he proceeded to the ship's teleportation chamber.

For security reasons, Eden and his Thunder Guardians would deploy via teleportation.

They stood in waiting, ready for the moment of transition.

Vmmm—

A slight tremor ran through the ship.

Eden could sense it—

The Dreamweaver had stopped moving.

They had arrived at Matira's upper atmosphere.

Matira—Upper Atmosphere

A colossal fleet loomed over the main hive, its sheer mass casting an immense shadow upon the city below.

Tension spread across the entire planet.

Aboard the Dreamweaver

Kaes gazed down at the hive capital.

The city's void shield arrays had activated, flickering with a soft glow.

Hundreds—if not thousands—of planetary defense turrets adjusted their barrels toward the fleet above.

The enemy was preparing for a desperate last stand.

Boom—

The Dreamweaver, positioned at the fleet's forefront, was struck by planetary defense cannons.

The first attacks came from the planet's low-orbit defense network.

Dense barrages of artillery fire slammed into the ship's void shields, igniting bursts of energy upon impact.

Kaes, however, remained unfazed.

With no naval fleet left to protect them, these orbital platforms could only deter minor raiding forces.

They posed no real threat.

"All batteries, focus fire—destroy the orbital defenses!"

The fleet unleashed a devastating barrage.

A hailstorm of ordnance rained down upon the orbital platforms.

A single salvo was enough to reduce them to wreckage.

The ruined stations plummeted toward the planet, only to be shredded mid-air by anti-air defenses.

Their remnants scattered across the void shields, causing ripples in the energy field.

With the orbital defenses neutralized, Kaes commanded the fleet to advance upon the hive city.

Now the real war would begin.

Ordinarily, besieging a fortified hive world would take years.

The invaders would need to deploy ground troops, advancing inch by inch to disable its defenses.

But Eden's forces had the Dreamweaver and an entire fleet.

They could simply smash through.

Soon, the fleet reached optimal range.

BOOM!!!

The Dreamweaver's Nova Cannon fired a plasma warhead at the hive's void shield, erupting in a blinding explosion.

A fifth of the shield's surface flashed and wavered under the assault.

This was the signal—

The fleet commenced its full-scale bombardment.

Explosions rocked the void shield, yet it endured.

After several probing attacks, the fleet ceased fire.

Kaes sighed.

The shield was too resilient.

It drew power from the planet's vast energy reserves—draining the fleet's entire arsenal might not even breach it.

Sacrifices were inevitable.

He issued the next command:

"Deploy ground forces—destroy the shield generators!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Nearly twenty thousand atmospheric combat aircraft and heavy bombers launched from the fleet.

They swarmed toward the hive city like a tidal wave.

Anti-air turrets roared in response, felling many aircraft in fireballs.

But more broke through, unleashing destruction upon key defenses.

Ground Invasion Begins

"For the Savior!"

Saint Fran and rebel leader Braun led their forces in a coordinated assault on anti-air defenses.

The time had come.

Kaes gave the order:

"Deploy the landing torpedoes!"

Hundreds of torpedoes, loaded with Void Angels, War Angels, and Battle Sisters, plunged toward the King's Court.

Eden, standing at the teleportation beacon, watched as golden energy flared.

A portal opened.

He and twenty Thunder Guardians stepped forth—

The final battle had begun.

(End of Chapter)

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