" . . . sitrep report?"
"Target has been retrieved alive. Marine retinue desceased. Secondary target not located."
"Unit seven was tracking. Contact lost. Presumed liquidated."
"Confirmed IFF tags unresponsive, Unit Eleven is en-route."
He awoke being pulled from under each armpit along an unknown steel plate floor, the world blurred and flexed before his vision as he saw a black arm extending above him in each direction, a pair of boots on each side placed thundering steps in his skull.
Black armored shoes leading to black armored shins and black armored legs.
He looked up into the corridor ahead of him as more black armored figures moved in each direction to and fro, some with rifles raised - others with medicare equipment and other various items.
Then his eyes focused onto what was before him.
He was restrained from each arm, and his body felt heavy - drugged heavily into submission as he was moved through what was near a batalion of Immortal troopers of varying type and ranks - his eyes focused on the figure at the far end of the corridor, black and silver armor, a black hilted sword in one hand that lead to a flaming sword that radiated heat, much like the bare white bone of his skull - ridden with lines of burning heat.
The single most wanted man in the Scythian Empire - dead or alive.
The slayer of a hundred worlds and the leader of the current Immortal incursion into the galaxy.
The image had been burned into his mind from the very beginning of the war.
He turned to face Lord Shadowscythe, being dragged under each arm by two Immortal troopers - A grin emerged across the head ridden skull, a grimace of . . . satisfaction? He hilted his blade and stood some striding steps towards Lord Shadowscythe.
"And at last we meet" Lord Warhead began with a sly undertone to his voice.
"Lord Warhead? I guess you have a reason to be keeping me like this otherwise I would be dead right now"
"Correct." He replied as a single statement.
"And that reason is?"
"Simple, I need you alive to save the galaxy"
"Of course you . . . what?!" Lord Shadowscythe stopped dead in his track, lost and confused for a moment.
The reply was met with roaring laughter from the behalf of Lord Warhead as the rest of his troops stood silent.
"AHAHAHAahahaha! Oh that was delicious - its the little things in life that make it worth living" Lord Warhead paused for a moment as he stooped lower to Lord Shadowscythe's face and began again. "It is simple, your Emperor is not the only one in the universe who has access to information from beyond his grasp - and he is not the only one who knows what is at stake."
He paused again to let the realization sink in "I don't suppose he told you that he sent you here to die did he?"
Lord Shadowscythe stared back into the black, hollow pits of Lord Warheads gaze.
"The thing is, the information he is gathering, from the same source as us - is in constant flux, his version of events saw you dieing here to set another's chain of events into motion, it didn't involve us interfering and it didn't involve us saving your life, but our chain of events needed you alive."
Lord Shadowscythe's look simply changed to one of confusion.
"You see, I need you alive - This galaxy is a crux, events from both before and after this war are changing - some from this universe and some from many, many others, and I need your alliance in order to save this galaxy"
"And why do you need me for? To organise a meet with the Emperor?"
"I said I needed your alliance, not his - and we need to save this galaxy from The Shraag, the events from that timeline will destroy us all. Scythian. Immortal. Assyrian. Genoan. Every living being in this universe and every universe that creature can force its way into will die."
"And why would you care? Immortal scum"
"Its quite simple" Lord Warhead stated as he stood and turned "We cannot conquer this galaxy, this universe - if everything in it including us is dead, now can we?"
"We have a stealth ship in orbit" Lord Warhead began "And your ships are in orbit unharmed - my men where unable to kill Karsus and he has access to several non-Scythian technologies, including a teleporter system that is no doubt linked to his flagship which will be lurking somewhere in orbit, phased out and away from our detection. The moment he reaches his ship - everything on this planet burns, starting with your fleet and moving onto the cities of this world."
"The deal is this Scythian - we get you to your ship, you call off the guns of your taskforce fleet and we join forces, wipe the sub-creature from the stars and then move onto saving this universe and you may just gain a reprieve . . . all in good sport and all that."
"And if I refuse?" Lord Shadowscythe retorted in the lowest tone he could muster.
"Then you stay here, Karsus gets back to his ship and you, your fleet and your planet frys - we move on and the universe is wiped out."
"Tough game Lord Warhead - Fine"
Lord Warheads grin extended just a little.
"I accept, now get me out of these cuffs and get me to my ship."
FUCK YOU WARHEAD.
NO, NOT LITTERALLY - UGH