Meeting The Sister Superior

(Emelia's Perspective)

From the very first moments that my soldiers started to assault the daemons, i felt a surge of energy pulsing from the warp, slowly gathering within me. This 'energy' was electrifying and contained the thoughts and ideals that my soldiers had of me and our Imperium. My eyebrows twitched at first sensing of this power but slowly settled as I realised that, much like myself, my people had just started to adapt to the Warhammer 40k Multiverse. Its various powers, malignant aspects and decaying concepts struggling to latch onto me and my people... Much like I had thought earlier, everything, including the concepts, was alive in this galaxy, this universe and ultimately this multiverse.

Swatting away my stray thoughts and tendency to philosophise of late, I quickly willed myself over to the 'main ship' of the Rogue Traders, specifically to a group of my soldiers who were taking on the daemons with the help of some sisters of battle, Adepta Sororitas to be completely accurate. I wished to see how their language worked and to see if they are open to discussion.

"𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔠𝔬𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣! 𝔊𝔦𝔶𝔡𝔦𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔲𝔥𝔅 𝔞𝔰𝔩 𝔫𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔦𝔩 𝔦𝔫𝔯𝔩 𝔳𝔦𝔞𝔨𝔢." I was confused at first but quickly began to register what they were saying, omnilingual being one of the best purchases I ever made.

"Identify yourself!" 'Ah, there it is.' I smiled and looked at my soldiers as they blasted away at daemons, my power holding them back. The sister superior of the squad in front of me glared at me openly as she saw my level of power, her experience no doubt aiding her in identifying my power level.

"I am Emelia Lionheart of the Veritas Imperium, we have come here under the aid request of the captain of the Rogue Traders..." she seemed minutely perplexed at my understanding of gothic but recovered very easily.

"It seems you are of considerable power... Would you aid us in vanquishing these fowl Heretical Daemons?" Her question seemed more of an interrogation than an askance for help as her entire squad had ceased firing at the daemons and had in fact pointed them in my direction; slightly lowered so as to not show direct lethal intentions.

The emotions of my soldiers began to switch slightly as some of them considered to turn on the Adepta Sororitas but I quickly turned to the Sergeant. "Sergeant, clean out this room and ensure security... Report to the Arcadia the need of more troops."

"Yes Mam! You heard her maggots! Clean these fuckers out!" There was a boisterous response as the entire squad began to unload into the daemons, walking forwards with their anti-warp technology straight into the faces of the accursed creatures. The Sister's of battle looked confused at the language we spoke but seemed to understand that I had just given them orders to continue.

"Whether or not I will aid you is now answered... As for more complex matters... Let's leave them until later." The sister superior looked very, very, paranoid and weary. No doubt it was a trait from her experience or her training. She was very much analysing every one of my moves and considering her own fire power in relation to mine. Of course they were wildly outmatched by me and I could easily fry their brains with a twitch of my finger but they did not know. 

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Half an hour later the squads reported in to me and confirmed the saving of hundreds to thousands of crew members, including two other Sororitas Squads. I felt happy at the fact that my first appearance to the Imperium was somewhat pleasant but this was soon covered over with extreme caution as my own instincts were supplying me with a feeling that I did not like too much. My luck was infinite, even here, but it was stifled by the inherent evilness of the Realm of Souls, good luck and bad luck did not exist on equal footing within this multiverse and currently bad luck was in great supply. This fact, I had only discovered in the last few seconds as I felt some sort of connection, or was it a communication...? Pass outwards into the hell scape of the warp.

This could mean nothing but also many things. For the first time i felt the need to look at the future. Wincing at the idea of connecting to the oozy purple energy of warp I slowly started to dip into my powers of foresight. Surprisingly, it worked well, unfortunately for me however there was hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions... Untold amounts of possible futures. It was all displayed before me in bright green patterns, interspersed with bright blue patterns. Millions of threads and lines ran parallel, opposite, diagonally and in unison with each other. The entire construct was like a loom, but with an untold size and complexity, one could get lost within this unfolding tapestry that constantly moved forwards and backwards. After several minutes of slowly considering my options i decided to try and sense the possibilities. 

Terra burned, the Imperium's Terra, the entire things was cracked and voiding atmosphere as the entire fleet of Terra lay smouldering in dark red and black fire. In the very void itself stood a being of equivalent power to myself, a being shrouded in pitch black and the darkest crimson red ever seen. On his head lay a crown of thorns as his face constantly cracked into maddened laughter. Second later I emerged from the possibility, the worst possibility for the entire multiverse, the Emperor of Mankind becoming a Chaos God.

The next and then the next, i continued for some hours, for me, and only a few seconds for everyone in the room surrounding my body. Possibility after possibility was scoured, the outcomes almost always tragic or disgusting. The Hive mind of the Tyranids eating the entire Galaxy, The Chaos Gods taking over reality and gaining the ability to become gods of reality as well. The Eldar Gods sundering all races that were not Eldar out of new found power and untold hatred for the rest of the life in the Galaxy. The Emperor was right for the most part, the Alien species surrounding the Imperium were mad, crazy, homicidal, murderous, lustful or downright self-defeating. Killing them may not be the best solution but it did not stop those Alien specie's masters from being as mad as they were. My soul shuddered at the possibilities I was seeing, hours stretched into years and years stretched into millennia as the entire weave was there for me to witness, the sheer destruction I was witnessing being beyond anything I had seen so far, even beyond what had happened to the Marvel Multiverse. If this Multiverse was released from whatever shackles held it, it could destroy nearly every universe or multiverse within this Cosmos.

A communication came from the Arcadia as it relayed the recollection of our forces. I was now standing on the front bridge of the Arcadia, waiting for the Imperial Representative of the small 'fleet' before us. The situation was intense but not unmanageable and knowing now that I was here during the time of Guilliman and Lion El'Jonson. Papa smurf; Guilliman, had recently destroyed the garden of Nurgle, freeing the Eldar Goddess of Healing, using his father's power of course. The Lion was wandering around destroying daemons and leading militias on planets, it was a weird time and a time in which the resurrection of the Primarchs was a big topic... Who would come back next? Vulcan? Sanguineous? Or maybe one of the traitor Primarchs might be redeemed and comeback to serve the Imperium? It was a jumble, a puzzle so to speak. As Tzeentch liked to proclaim, everything is meant to happen but isn't... 

Looking back at the skein again I witnesses all of the threads becoming black before returning to normal again, an indication of some one fucking with time whilst some one else countered. It was like a chess match, except your chess pieces were only as large as your forces and the very opponents were eldritch deities and immensely powerful beings that could rip souls from Reality. It turned completely white this time before returning to normal, the future ever changing. I decided to view what was at the end of each of these possibilities and witnessed some of the worst and some of the most beautiful scenes i could ever witness. I could not describe it, would not, it was too much for normal people to understand and this shall never be revealed even to my wives, lest they go mad with the atrocities and vile acts needed to be seen through to achieve either goal...

'Too much negative luck, too much negative karma... A balance must be struck or like a house of cards this whole entire cosmos shall fall. Its fucking typical i lost my Multiversal smiting powers at this fucking time... Fuck you Existence!'

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