Warhammer 40k: Toyhammer - Legacy

Chapter 1: Grand Schemes

"In the Grim Darkness of the Far Future, there is ONLY War."

------

A malevolent being so twisted, that the mere sight of him would drive any mortal (and sometimes immortal) being insane, gazed upon the universe and the sentient specks that populated it from its domain within the Warp. Normally, when it did this, it would see near limitless potential change, whether this change is ever beneficial for anyone besides this being's enjoyment is up for debate. But now... All is saw was an almost stalemate with the fluidity of an ocean's tides. While there were great battles won and lost, plants taken or destroyed, it never went anywhere. There warring factions, including its own, still had the same level of strength of that millennial ago, or at least when compared to its foes. Sure, relics where discovered, powerhouses made their appearances, and progress was made, but at the same pace as literally everyone else.

This infuriated the being to no end. This stagnant war, this unending war. Don't get it wrong, this being loved war, not as much as some nor for simply the sake of war, but for the ends war could meet for it. But those ends, those changes, couldn't be noticed, or even matter for any case, if nothing even changed. Granted, a lot of its schemes fell through simply because of their complexity or simply just weren't meant to be. But despite all its efforts, this war never changed. Ever.

Finally, the being noticed this reoccurring complaint throughout its many streams of conciseness, deciding to do something about this bland war. But what? Nothing it could do short of manifesting itself in the Materium would cause a big enough change to alter the course of this war, let alone its style and tactics. One strain of thought snickered:

'At least, not in this time. All of these species are too 'Stuck in ruts' to do anything else.'

The other strains fell silent as the being turned its full metal power to this notion.

"Changing the course of history? Hmm... Yes, that would be a wonderful addition to my plans!"

The twisted being laughed hysterically at not only the notion itself, but the possibilities it opened.

"Well then, let's see who our 'lucky individuals' are... Kekekeke!"

------

That day, the Materium was ravaged by freak warp storms that consumed forces from all the factions, never to be seen again.

------

"This is Brother captain XX, to all forces, report!"

"Brother captain, this is Lieutenant XX, all of my forces seemed to have received no apparent damage."

A chorus of similar responses followed suit.

"Thank the Emperor, but now is not the time to relax, secure this area, and let us pray for his continued protection!"

"""For the Emperor!!"""

"Brother! I'm picking up other Vox signals!"

------

Percy was exhausted as he got out of his car, even if It was only just before lunch. This was caused by his uncle, whose house he was living in, had him pick up a package from the local hobby store, which generously specialized in models and figurines. Percy had gotten forcibly sucked into a couple of the store's employee's conversations, leaving him exhausted after the ordeal.

Percy wasn't a very big people person. Sure, he had a couple of good friends and when out of his house for nerdy events, but was still exhausted by dealing with people with high energy. It didn't help that he didn't get out very much anymore.