Meridian a hive world it's surface is a teeming planetary metropolis, with huge city-spires rising from urban landscapes the size of continents. The planet is also an industrial power, producing everything from household goods to lasguns and aircraft.
The Nobility have recently been extremely stressed out over the recent developments with the under hives of every major city on the planet has risen up into arm revolt.
Uprisings like these, sometimes are common within the imperium however, them being this organized is a rarity, especially when this new revolution has already claimed the lives of several noble men and women.
Forcing the current planetary governor to try to stamp out this revolution quickly, or he will be forced to face the wrath of the collective power of every noble on the planet.
Despite his position as planetary Gouverneur, many of the noble houses have much sway within the businesses and minor factories.
To make matters worse angel forge the primary Manufactorum was taken by these rebels, and ever since then, been pumping out weapons, ammunition and military grade vehicles onto the battlefield.
The takeover of angel Forge was so fast it took days for the planetary governor to realize their greatest asset on the planet when it comes to making weapons was taken by the rebel forces.
Even the forces he sent to retake angel forge was repelled by well, armed, and strangely enough well trained enough rebel militia, soldiers.
Similar occurrences start to happen across multiple cities. Slowly, many nobles began dying off one by one, either through assassination, betrayal of some of their personal guards or recently. The last one got killed by someone ramming their shuttlecraft into their tower.
Everything has gone to hell he eventually resorted to ask for assistance from the space, marine chapter within the subsector the blood ravens.
However, he has yet to receive a response. He fears that their transmission was blocked somehow even though his specialists assured him that it made it through.
Theat didn't stop the planetary governor from being deathly afraid ever since this rebellion broke out it has been one setback after another, and only one person is to blame.
Planetary, governor: dame Mordred!!!!
Planetary governor had heard rumors of the mysterious rebel leader, that almost never showed his face or his appearance to others, other than his personal lieutenants.
However, with information he's able to glean from his spies within the rebel army before they were killed off is that is rebel leader name Mordred is extremely skilled in strategy warfare and tactics.
There was also disturbing information his spy sent his way before they were killed. Apparently, Mordrid's voice has some weird powers that can sway the masses.
The planetary governor is not sure what this means, which makes him think it's some type of witchcraft as he continues to curse the rebel heretic.
Beep beep, beep beep!!!!
The planetary governor looks towards his notification pad. What he sees on it makes him even angrier. More rows of defense of lines towards his palace, has been obliterated by enemy armor.
Receiving a picture of the monstrosity armor, which is to blame for his defensive lines, crumbling, shows a massive behemoth of a tank mowing down lesser vehicles and it has three barrels attached to it right side.
As well as having its main weapon and shooting out heated plasma He even had a video showing that his own two old Baneblades were obliterated in the single shot!!!!!
Planetary, governor: where did the rebels get that weapon it should belong to me!!!!!
The governor threw his data pad against the wall in anger. The guards in the room made the wise decision of leaving the room, while the governor Beating on a nearby maid.
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POV Mordred
Going over the battle data the uprising is going well better than I hoped however, I'm also disappointed that this planets officials were far more corrupt than I realize.
Many of the dead nobles and high-ranking officials that were killed by assassins, ordered by me and it revealed much. Those nobles and high Authority figures were members of death and sex cults.
Those idiots even had a list lying around for my assassins to pick up which head everyone that ever participated in their events, making it easy to create a hit list for my well trained assassins.
Sometimes I feel people are too stupid not to leave behind a trail like that, but I'm not complaining, even though it was good, revealing this information to my followers to increase there morale, and to show that I was really fighting for them to overthrow the corrupt nobility.
It Took me 85 years to make this rebellion possible on this planet and it surprised me to find out what type of Planet it was, I knew I needed to act fast. Once I knew the name of the world I'm on which revealed what sector I was in and I was very familiar with it since I played the game dawn of war 2 a lot back when I was a normal human in my own reality.
Meridian A hive industrial world located within the subsector Aurelia protected by the space, marine chapter. The blood ravens and the year is M39.
It is at least 2000 years before my brother gets up from his death nap.
I shake my head and refocus myself on the current situation. I need to win this war before the blood ravens Intervine, although I am certain my own size and my appearance would give them pause.
Thay may or may not be my sons but I will still need them in the coming days. I just hope they are willing to listen to me after all I'm the only son of the emperor never found in this alternate timeline.
Makes me kind of sad I did not get to see my space dad when he was still all fleshy and full of badassery. Now he's nothing more than a skeleton on the throne.
I shake my head once again to remove such thoughts because I really need to focus. I need to take the planetary capital which we are so damn close to doing if not, for the stubborn defenses that the enemy have rectified.
Putting on my custom armor made from angel Forge. I looked myself over a few times, and I'm satisfaction, putting my custom plasma pistol to my side, and picking up a sword I crafted myself.
I named it, Albion the sword was pure white with red trim, a crack out with lightning as I filled it with my psychic powers, producing a pure white flame from it similar how my old man does his own flaming sword.
It took me 20 years just to make this one sword, but it was worth it from the expensive materials to the difficult forging method produced a sword that could handle my power.
With my self fully armed, I use my immense psychic gift to teleport me directly to the front line. Within moments, I appear on the battlefield standing at 15 to 16 feet tall.
I can tell from far away did the enemy noticed my arrival they wasted no time to concentrate their laser fire at me there's small, armed lasers, do nothing to my armor as they begin to charge the full speed.
Even from a good distance away, I can easily tell that the enemy Garrison firing at me, is turning pale as I quickly approached them.
Upon arrival, I swing my blade filled with psychic power.
My blade touchdown on them and they instantly caught on fire, but it was no ordinary fire. It was fire produced by psychic energy, coursing through my sword.
I swung my blade again towards some enemy armor that was close by, and it begin to melt under the flames that my sword produced melting the lemon Russ tank clean through.
As if it was butter, being cut by a knife, this image to reinforce the fear that my enemies were experiencing as I continue my Advance.
Behind me many of my followers followed my example and charged the enemy lines.
Because they were so many enemies, it took us hours to kill everyone and began to use their defenses for our own. After this front was secure, we continue onward. We slowly advanced, crushing defense line after defense line, using the combination of heavy tanks, infantry, and using myself the cut clean through the difficult enemy entrenched positions.
I could've used my psychic power to kill everyone but my followers have every right to be in this battle so I tone down my power so I would not hurt my own followers fighting with my side.
It was a slow grinding process. We lost many brave comrades. However, as we grew ever closer to the planetary governors palace, and when my experimental tank arrived and unloaded its payloads, it easily destroyed the old model enemy super tanks.
when we arrived at the planetary governors palace tower, my experimental tank fired its plasma cannon making a hole within the reinforced door opening up a way for our infantry to go in, and as we proceeded, we encountered more enemy resistance, however many more surrendered after witnessing what we did to the previous defense lines.
Those who fought were killed by us, those who surrendered were spared as we continued onward into the governors palace, marching away directly to his office there was no illusion of what we were going to do with all the information we have gathered I am certain he will be killed publicly.
For his crimes are many, and without count, however to me, his greatest crime was surrendering himself to the dark powers. That's why I found out evidence secured by my assassins that he often talked with an alpha legionnaire.
I do not know what the alpha legion wants with this world however, an appearance of an alpha legionnaire is always a bad sign.
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