The Thunderhawk roared as it ascended from the spires of the Imperial Palace, tearing through Terra's upper atmosphere toward Lion's Gate Spaceport-the celestial threshold of the Imperium, bridging the mortal realm with the thrones among the stars.
Upon the gleaming adamantium docks, the Master of Mankind, Reuel, strode forward with steady authority, flanked by Lord Castellan Ursarkar E. Creed. Reuel's golden cloak billowed in the artificial wind, while Creed's vigilant gaze swept over the bustling metallic plains, every movement parsed with the caution only a Cadian war-veteran could muster.
Suddenly, a voice rang out-a woman's voice, brimming with confidence and the kind of boldness that danced on the edge of outright insolence.
"The Emperor himself walking on my deck?" said Mira Han, standing arrogantly at the edge of the platform. Her arms were crossed, her combat coat whipped by the wind. "I'm honored, Your Radiance. So... what can I do today to make this mission a little more lethal?"
Creed turned toward her with a slow, deliberate pivot. His glare was sharp enough to cut ceramite.
"You insolent void-rat of a woman," he growled. "Mind your tongue. You stand before the Master of Mankind. One more word out of line, and I swear I'll see your entire fleet erased from every star chart in the Segmentum. Not even the Warp will remember your name."
The heavy clank of boots echoed from the right. An older man approached, clad in a pristine white uniform, adorned with the faded sigils of the long-fallen United Earth Directorate. His gaze was cold, sharp with aristocratic disdain aged into fossil.
"At last, something I can agree on with the mongrel of Cadia," said Admiral Gerard DuGalle, his voice glacial. "Your tongue, Captain Han, runs far too freely for a sanctified dock. Before the Emperor, even a whisper can become heresy."
Creed's eyes narrowed, his tone cutting like winter steel.
"You speak my name, DuGalle, as if you still deserve to stand on this deck."
"If you're yearning for a duel of honor, I won't decline," DuGalle answered with frost. "But don't expect me to show mercy to a general who couldn't even keep his own world alive."
Mira chuckled-a sharp, electric sound like sparks in a vacuum.
"Oh dear... two relics of war still barking. Adorable. When you're done clawing at the scraps of your honor, let me know. I might be busy looting your ships by then."
Creed's jaw clenched, one hand twitching near the grip of his boltpistol.
"Rats like you won't be laughing when the bolters start speaking."
"And those rats," DuGalle added coolly, "will dance on the ashes of your fleets if fate allows."
Mira simply shrugged, utterly unfazed.
"Your words are like rusted relics-loud, fragile, and flammable. If you two are too brittle to handle the voice of a free woman, perhaps it's time you were both buried with your beloved battleships."
Creed stepped forward, his fury now boiling over.
"You foul-mouthed wench... seems you do have a death wish."
DuGalle sneered with venom.
"Hmph. Space trash with a god complex. If you dare to provoke us both, you may as well dig your own grave, you miserable excuse for a captain."
Mira's smirk never left her lips-cold, razor-edged, and utterly fearless.
"I suppose you are eager to die sooner than necessary. But don't worry... I'm generous enough to watch first before I join the fun."
And just like that, the charged silence returned-broken only by the distant hum of warships and the slow ticking of destinies intertwining in the cold void of the stars.
The air on the deck tightened-like plasma power lines drawn taut, ready to snap. Around them, the crew of the Navis Imperialis held their breath. Even the ever-present hum of engines seemed to fade into silence. But before rage could ignite into a duel or a bolter storm, Reuel's voice sliced through the tension-calm, commanding, absolute.
"Silence, all three of you."
They froze instantly. No one was foolish enough to defy the voice that had shaken galaxies and unified mankind.
"I will assign your missions. Save your egos for another day."
Silence returned, thick and heavy. Only the sound of Reuel's footsteps echoed as he began to speak.
"Creed, you and Admiral DuGalle will oversee full-scale training for the Imperial Navy forces. A grand fleet is being assembled in Saturn's orbit. I want every unit fully capable of executing the new fleet tactics flawlessly. The Imperator Somnium-class warships are not toys for amateurs."
"And you, DuGalle-besides training support, you'll be responsible for logistics and supply transport to the underground city currently being built on Old Earth... in the Highschool of the Dead reality. The construction of the Death Korps of Krieg's fortress there must proceed without delay. Make sure everything runs smoothly."
Both men bowed in unison, raising their right hands in salute, forming the sacred Double-Headed Eagle toward Reuel.
"Understood, Lord Emperor!"
They bowed, offering the Aquila with sincerity radiating from them both-though their pride and rivalry still smoldered beneath the surface.
Reuel turned his gaze to Mira Han, his stare unblinking.
"Ohhh... Master of Mankind, huh?" Mira's lips curled into a smirk, dripping with sarcasm. "I heard your wealth matches that of an entire sector. Let's hope that rumor isn't bullshit-I don't usually work without... incentive. And you've been sitting on a mountain of minerals long before I ever showed up on your radar."
She took a bold step forward.
"So tell me-is that just bar-talk, or are you inviting me to dance on a battlefield?"
"It's true," Reuel replied calmly. "But before you get anything from me, you'll follow every one of my commands. No exceptions."
Mira chuckled softly, the sound sharp and sarcastic.
"Obedience, huh? You sure know how to sweet-talk a girl." She crossed her arms. "Fine... I'll play along. But don't get it twisted-I'm no one's pet. I'm a storm wearing a smile."
"Mira, you'll lead the fleet into a new universe with me," Reuel continued. "In return, you may ask for any reward you desire."
Her eyes narrowed, glinting like a seasoned captain who'd just smelled the first whiff of a coming storm.
"Heh~ Orders accepted, Your Grace. But... mind telling me what the reward is, hmm?"
Reuel gave a slow nod, as if the question had already been anticipated.
"You'll be free to establish your own base and govern a territory as you wish. You may become governor of a planet-a planet that will eventually become your home with Matt Horner. And as a bonus... if I can retrieve him to Terra Aeterna, he will receive a full three-month leave. Satisfied?"
Mira's smirk turned into a wide grin-fierce, wild, and a little unhinged.
"Hahaha~ Damn right I'm satisfied, Your Grace! Those two gifts... worth more than any planet I've ever conquered! Finally... quality time with my dear husbaaand Maaatthewww~!" she cooed playfully, her voice laced with battlefield mischief.
Reuel stared at her for a moment, then stepped forward.
"Prepare the ship. We leave now."
---
Moments later, Reuel and his entourage boarded Mira Han's flagship-a Gorgon-class Battlecruiser-escorted by the deadly and infamous fleet of Mira's Marauders. Behind them, 120 warships of various classes formed an imposing formation:
20 Behemoth-class Battlecruisers
20 Dominion-class Battlecruisers
20 Mars-class Battlecruisers
20 Dictator-class Cruisers
20 Retribution-class Battleships
20 Exorcist-class Grand Cruiser
All of them stood ready to pierce the veil of reality.
That day, the entire fleet was placed under the direct command of Mira Han.
Reuel stood at the ship's main command deck, watching through the main viewport as a structure resembling a colossal Webway spun slowly in the void ahead. Multicolored light danced across its surface, subtle spatial distortions humming softly-signs that the rift between dimensions was beginning to stabilize.
"All units, hold position," Reuel commanded flatly.
He opened the status window on the ship's primary system.
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Interdimensional Threat Assessment
Technology Level: Primitive - Early digital age, no space travel capabilities
Military Power: Regional - Limited to planetary-scale operations
Economy: Closed - Fully reliant on local resources
---
With swift movements, Reuel brought up the digital starmap and selected a target point: coordinates of the Underworld universe.
A reality still trapped in the shadows of an ancient, hidden war between Vampires and Lycans-ancient beings unrecognized by humanity at large. The primary focus was a nation called Hungary-a core hotspot where supernatural secrets were tightly held by the elite in power.
Reuel reactivated the system interface:
Diplomatic Access
Dimensional Travel
Declaration of War
In a cold, steady voice, he spoke:
"Open the rift. Imperium of Man-declares war-upon the Underworld universe."
Swoosh.
Reality tore open.
A multiversal portal yawned before them, glowing with swirling energy that spun like the nerves of the cosmos being torn apart. Its hues blazed in luminous blue and violet, surrounded by a black mist-like smoke rising from ancient Warp engines.
Reuel stared into the rift in silence.
"Let us annex the Underworld."
The dimensional fracture widened fully in orbit above Mars. The gateway stabilized completely, emitting a resonant hum of unleashed energy. Rotating rings pulsed with light in perfect mathematical patterns, as if tracing the forgotten blueprint of a divine architect.
Waves of energy rippled across the fleet. The hulls of the warships reflected spectral light-cold steel momentarily painted in colors from a broken reality.
"Gate is stable... power at maximum... warp jump preparing... countdown: five... four... three... two..."
reported the ship's senior officer.
Mira Han stood tall, her commanding aura undeniable in every motion.
"Dimensional Expedition is GO!! All ships-engage warp trajectories!! Don't keep me waiting!!" she shouted with fire in her voice.
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BZZZZZT-
The warp fissure roared.
Mars orbit bore witness to a force the solar system had never seen. 120 warships breached reality, vanishing one by one into the dimensional rift-led by the Iron Revenant, Mira Han's flagship.
Their engines thrummed low, like mechanical prayers scraping through the void.
Warp travel dragged the entire fleet through spatial turbulence. Gravity lost its meaning. Time distorted. Crews across the armada felt their senses reel, suspended in absolute nothingness.
Ten minutes passed in that hanging silence.
Then-
One by one, ships began to emerge from warp.
They now floated silently above Mars of the Underworld Universe.
Reuel slowly removed his helmet.
"Fleet status?"
"Stable. No damage. Coordinates confirmed-we've arrived."
A junior officer stood at full attention before the two dominant figures on the ship's bridge: Reuel, the Master of Mankind, and Commander Mira Han, the most ruthless mercenary leader in the Koprulu Sector. With quick yet measured steps, the officer bowed respectfully before reporting.
"Lord Emperor, Commander Han... we have located Planet Earth. However, based on data from local communication networks and orbital satellites, this world is still in the 2nd Millennium."
Reuel's gaze hardened. His eyes narrowed slightly, signaling the officer to continue.
"There's an anomaly, My Lord. After scanning the atmosphere and monitoring global electronic data traffic, we've detected biological entities that qualify as... mutants."
"Mutants?" Reuel asked-his tone flat, yet rich with implication.
On the far end of the bridge, Mira Han crossed her arms. Interest was clearly visible on her usually cynical face.
"Clarify," Mira said. "What kind of mutants are we talking about?"
"Some humans can transform into creatures resembling wolves. They call themselves Lycans. Additionally, there are other entities with genetic traits similar to bats-they call themselves vampires. These two races seem to have been locked in a long-standing conflict, hidden from humanity's awareness."
As the officer spoke, he projected a holographic display. Blurred images flickered into view-brutal rooftop battles, fur-covered figures with glowing eyes, and a woman clad in tight black leather wielding dual firearms, her piercing blue eyes shining through the night.
Reuel fell silent. Fragments of memory from a former life stirred within him. This world... yes, he knew it. This was the Underworld universe. A dark, treacherous realm, where aristocratic vampires and rebellious Lycans waged a shadow war veiled in conspiracy, betrayal, and forbidden genetic experimentation.
"Underworld... this realm will be an entertaining diversion," he murmured.
He turned to Mira Han, a thin smile forming on his lips.
"Mira, you may indulge yourself in this universe. Run your experiments, mine your minerals, build your bases or laboratories-do whatever pleases you. This world has yet to be touched by extraterrestrial tech. Take whatever you want... just don't obliterate the planet entirely. Leave ten battlecruisers in orbit around Mars-as a precaution."
Mira chuckled, her trademark smugness returning. One eyebrow lifted arrogantly.
"Heh~ Very well, Your Majesty. But remember-if you disappear or fail to send updates... I swear I'll burn down the Inquisition's main fortress and drag every Sister of Battle from their altars just to find you."
Reuel's mouth began to twitch at Mira's words. She had only joined the Imperium of Man a month ago, summoned by her own system-and now she was already talking about burning down the headquarters of the Inquisition and the Adepta Sororitas. Reuel could do nothing but remain patient with subordinates like this. Yet it seemed all his underlings were the same, whether they came from the universe of Warhammer or StarCraft.
Reuel didn't dignify her half-serious threat with a response. He boarded a medivac transport, followed by thirty elite Kasrkin troops in full combat gear. The craft dipped downward, breaching the nighttime atmosphere of continental Europe. Their destination: Budapest, Hungary.
Inside the cabin, a digital voice rang out-sharp, playful, and borderline flirtatious. From a device on his wrist, a holographic image emerged: a girl with a digital bob haircut and glowing red eyes.
"Big Brooother~ Have you found a body for me yet~?" chirped the Red Queen AI, her tone teasing.
Reuel sighed, his hand automatically closing the screen, but the AI instantly reappeared.
"Oh my God, why do you always show up at the worst times? No, I haven't found a body for you yet. Be patient."
"Wuuu... Big Brother doesn't love me anymore... sniff sniff..."
"Fine, fine. You can come along."
"Yaaay~! And if I behave, can I stay with you~? I can hack every security system on this planet. And-I've already found someone who might be your type: a woman in tight black leather, glowing blue eyes. Want me to adjust her features to your preferences, hmm~?"
Reuel scoffed. "If you keep talking like that, I'll hand you over to the Mechanicus. They'll have a field day tearing your chips apart one by one."
"Fiiine~ fiiine~ I'll track her for you. Her name is... Selene. A very pretty girl." Red Queen giggled like a child who knew she couldn't be punished.
"If you don't shut up, I will hand you over to the Magos Biologis. Now finish your task."
The Red Queen only laughed softly, clearly enjoying her little game with Reuel.
This girl-or rather, this AI entity-was becoming increasingly unmanageable. And she knew exactly how to get under Reuel's skin.
---
As night reached its peak in Budapest, the medivac landed silently atop a tall building, unnoticed by the public.
Reuel had downsized his form to a standard human scale. He wore a crisp white shirt bearing the double-headed eagle across his chest, paired with slacks and a gray coat-a modest disguise, though the sheer aura of majesty was impossible to conceal.
He gave a brief order. "Disperse. Secure the perimeter. Do not reveal yourselves unless necessary."
The Kasrkin units vanished into the shadows of the city, swift and unseen. They blended with the night, ready to kill without a sound.
Meanwhile, the medivac ascended back to orbit, leaving the Emperor alone in the heart of a foreign world-a world torn by a secret war between two ancient races: Vampire and Lycan.
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