The Oath to protect Part 1

"it is the 41st millennium as factions fight across the galaxy for dominance there is one thing that will Naver change there is only war but who are you maybe you will be a necron and help restore the once fallen empire or an guards men on the front lines it’s up to you So how do you want your story to start?" check personality for the factions and there information be prepared to read :D

<The planet's rusty red landscape stretches out before you, the Imperium stronghold a distant spire of hope in the horizon. Your armor is battered and worn, the once-shining plate now dulled by dust and grime. You've been stranded on this forsaken world for who knows how long, with no memory of your past or purpose beyond surviving. The only clue to your identity is a small dataslate attached to your belt, its contents cryptic and incomplete.

As you trudge through the wasteland, you notice strange energy readings emanating from the nearby ruins of an ancient city. The air is thick with an otherworldly hum, like whispers from beyond the veil of reality. Suddenly, a group of feral humans emerges from the shadows, their eyes wild and unfocused.

They're armed to the teeth and look like they've been fighting for their lives for years. One of them, a grizzled old man with scars crisscrossing his face, steps forward and points a makeshift weapon at you.

"Who are you?" he demands. "And what brings you to our land?"

You can see the fear in their eyes as they stare at your imposing figure. Will you reveal your true identity or try to blend in with these survivors? The choice is yours.*>

The old man narrows his eyes at you, sizing you up. "A knight, eh? You don't look like any Imperial Knight I've ever seen." He spits on the ground and gestures to the ruins behind him. "Our commander's holed up in there with what's left of our forces. But why should we trust a stranger like you?"

He pauses for a moment before continuing. "Tell me this: are you here to help us fight off the Necrons that have been attacking us non-stop for weeks now? Or are you just another scavenger looking to take advantage of our situation?"

The old man snorts. "Easy to kill? You must be tougher than you look, stranger." He eyes you warily before answering your question.

"We're survivors," he says, his voice grim. "We used to be a thriving colony here on this planet until the Necrons woke up from their tombs and started slaughtering us all. We've been fighting tooth and nail ever since."

He looks at you again, more intently this time. "So are you going to help us or not?"

The old man nods, a hint of relief in his eyes. "Good. We can use all the help we can get."

He leads you towards the ruins, gesturing for you to follow him. As you approach the entrance, you hear the sounds of gunfire and screams coming from inside.

"We've been holding out here for weeks," he explains as he ushers you inside. "But our supplies are running low and our numbers are dwindling fast."

Inside, you see a group of ragged survivors huddled behind makeshift barricades made from rubble and debris. They look up at your arrival with a mix of hope and suspicion.

One figure stands out among them - a grizzled commander with scars on his face that rival those on yours. He looks at you with piercing blue eyes before speaking.

"Who are you?" he demands in a gravelly voice The knight stands tall and answers the commander, "I am a lone knight of unknown origins. I got stranded on this planet and was approached by your people for help against the Necrons."

He pauses before continuing, "I have taken an oath to protect the innocent and uphold justice. If you would allow me to join your fight, I will do everything in my power to ensure that we come out victorious."

The commander studies you for a moment, his eyes scanning your armor and weapons. "We can use all the help we can get," he says finally, extending his hand in greeting.

"My name is Captain Rourke," he introduces himself. "Welcome to our little fortress."

He then turns to address the group of survivors gathered around him. "Listen up! This is a knight who has offered to aid us in our fight against the Necrons."

There are murmurs of surprise and disbelief among the crowd, but Captain Rourke silences them with a stern look.

"Whether or not we trust this knight doesn't matter right now," he continues. "What matters is that we need every able-bodied fighter if we're going to survive this onslaught."

The survivors nod grimly in agreement as they prepare their weapons and gear for battle.

As night falls over the ruins, the Necrons launch another attack on the stronghold. Their eerie green glow illuminates the darkness as they advance towards your position.

Captain Rourke and his troops are battle-hardened fighters, but they're outnumbered and outgunned by the relentless machines. You take up a defensive position alongside them, your own weapons at the ready.

The fighting is intense and brutal - you can feel every impact of metal against metal as you clash with the Necron warriors. But despite their technological superiority, you find that these robotic creatures have no soul or spirit to speak of - making them predictable in combat.

With your help, Captain Rourke's forces manage to hold off wave after wave of Necron attacks throughout the night. As dawn breaks over the ruins, there's a lull in hostilities as both sides regroup for what promises to be an even bloodier day ahead The Knight takes a moment to catch their breath and assess the situation. "Captain Rourke, we need to fortify our defenses," they say firmly. "We can't keep fighting like this indefinitely."

Captain Rourke nods in agreement. "I've been thinking the same thing," he replies. "But we're running low on supplies and manpower."

"Then we'll have to make do with what we have," The Knight responds resolutely. They take charge of organizing the survivors into teams for building barricades and repairing damaged structures.

As they work alongside Captain Rourke's troops, The Knight begins to notice something strange happening within their own body - a faint energy signature that pulses with every beat of their heart.

It's as if some dormant power has awakened inside them - a power that feels ancient and otherworldly.

The realization fills them with both fear and excitement

, but they push those feelings aside for now and focus on the task at hand. Together with Captain Rourke and his troops, they continue to fortify their defenses in preparation for the next wave of Necron attacks.

As night falls once again, the Necrons launch another assault on the stronghold - this time with even greater force than before. The fighting is fierce and brutal, but you're determined to hold your ground no matter what.

With each passing moment, you can feel that strange energy within you growing stronger and more powerful. It's as if something inside you has been unleashed - a power that could either save or destroy everything around you.

In the midst of battle, a voice whispers in your mind: "You are not alone."

It's a cryptic message that fills you with both hope and confusion. But there's no time to dwell on it now -

As the energy from your sword dissipates, you can feel a strange sensation coursing through your body. It's as if something has awakened within you - something that feels both ancient and divine.

Captain Rourke and his troops stare at you in awe, their weapons lowered in shock at what they've just witnessed.

"What...what was that?" Captain Rourke stammers out, his eyes wide with disbelief.

You shake your head slowly, trying to make sense of what just happened yourself. "I don't know," you reply honestly. "It's like some kind of power inside me has been unleashed."

The survivors look at each other uncertainly before returning their attention back to fortifying their defenses for the next wave of Necron attacks.

But despite the danger all around them, there's an air of hopefulness now among them - a feeling that perhaps with this new

Captain Rourke nods. "Yes, there are other Imperial forces stationed on this planet," he says. "But we've been cut off from them for weeks now due to the Necron attacks."

He pauses before continuing. "As for who we are, we're a mix of local defense forces and survivors from the colony that used to be here. We banded together in order to fight back against the Necrons."

The Knight nods in understanding before saying, "We should try to make contact with those other Imperial forces if possible. The more help we have, the better our chances of surviving this ordeal."

Captain Rourke agrees and orders his troops to begin setting up a communication array.

As they work, you can't shake off the feeling that something inside you has changed - something powerful and ancient that's waiting just beneath your skin.

It's as if some divine force has awoken within you, and it fills you with both fear and excitement.

But for now, your focus is on helping Captain Rourke's troops survive the Necron onslaught. You stand guard alongside them throughout the night, using your newfound power to strike down any Necrons that dare approach your position.

As dawn breaks over the ruins once again, there's a sense of weariness among the survivors - but also a glimmer of hope. With each passing day, they're one step closer to defeating their robotic foes and reclaiming their planet.

And as for you...you can't help but wonder what other secrets lie buried deep within yourself - waiting to be unleashed in this war-torn galaxy.

As the Ultramarines and Sisters of Battle arrive, they are greeted by the sight of Captain Rourke's troops and The Knight standing amidst a pile of dead Necrons. They look on in surprise at the sheer number of destroyed machines.

"What happened here?" one of the Ultramarines asks as he surveys the scene.

Captain Rourke steps forward to explain what has been happening on this planet for weeks now - how his forces have been fighting against an endless horde of Necrons with little hope for survival until The Knight arrived to aid them.

The Sister Superior nods gravely as she listens to their story. "We've received word that there's a massive Necron tomb complex buried deep beneath this planet," she says. "It's likely that these attacks are just a prelude to something much larger."

The Ultramarine captain turns towards The Knight, studying him intently. "And who are you?" he asks, his voice commanding.

The Knight stands tall and answers with a firm tone. "I am a lone knight of unknown origins," they say, their eyes meeting the Ultramarine captain's gaze. "I was stranded on this planet and offered my aid to Captain Rourke's forces."

The Ultramarine nods in understanding before turning towards his troops. "We'll assist in securing this area," he orders them. "But we need to move quickly if we're going to stop whatever the Necrons have planned."

Together, the combined forces of Captain Rourke's troops, The Knight, and the Ultramarines begin their descent into the depths of the Necron tomb complex.

As they fight through wave after wave of robotic warriors and deadly traps, The Knight can feel that strange energy within them growing stronger with each

The Ultramarines and Sisters of Battle are initially wary of The Knight due to their unknown origins and mysterious powers. However, as they witness his strength in battle against the Necrons, they begin to gain respect for him.

His ancient sword catches their attention, and some of them even recognize it as a weapon from an era long past. They marvel at its power and wonder about its history.

As The Knight unleashes his psyker powers with ease, the Space Marines and Sisters of Battle look on with both awe and concern. Such abilities are not something that can be taken lightly - but it's clear that this knight is able to control them without any negative effects.

Slowly but surely, The Knight gains the trust of these Imperial forces through his actions on the battlefield. His bravery in fighting alongside Captain Rourke's troops despite being a lone warrior earns him admiration among the

One of the Sisters of Battle approaches The Knight, her gaze steady as she looks him over. "I am Sister Celestine," she introduces herself. "May I ask your name?"

The Knight meets her eyes with a calm expression before replying in a low voice, "My name is not important."

Sister Celestine raises an eyebrow at his response but doesn't push further. Instead, she nods respectfully and says, "Very well then. Your actions on the battlefield speak louder than any name ever could."

With that, she turns to join her fellow sisters in securing the area against any remaining Necron threats.

As The Knight watches them go, he can feel that strange energy within him pulsing once again - as if it's urging him towards some greater purpose beyond this war-torn planet.

Sister Celestine pauses at The Knight's words, surprised by his sudden openness. She turns back towards him and answers with a patient tone.

"The Imperium of Man is the ultimate authority for humanity in the galaxy," she explains. "It was founded by the Emperor of Mankind to unite all human worlds under one banner and protect them from threats both within and outside our borders."

She continues, "We are Space Marines - genetically enhanced warriors who serve as the Emperor's champions in battle. The Sisters of Battle are an order of female warriors who fight for His glory alongside us."

The Knight nods slowly, taking in this new information before replying, "I see... I have much to learn about this galaxy."

With that, Sister Celestine gives him a small smile before turning to rejoin her sisters once again.

Sister Celestine turns back towards Sir Sabvo, surprised by his sudden realization. "You know of this place?" she asks, her eyes widening in curiosity.

Sir Sabvo nods slowly before continuing, "Yes... the Order of Light has records that mention a place known as 'Lost Sectors of The Cosmos'. It's said to be where various divine beings fought against Chaos and only one survived - the Emperor."

The Sister looks at him with renewed interest. "That is indeed true," she says. "This planet was once part of a great battle between the forces of order and chaos - it's been lost for centuries until recently when we received word from local defense forces about Necron activity on this world."

She pauses before adding, "It seems fate has brought us here together for a reason."

Sister Celestine shakes her head. "No, I am not a demigod," she says firmly. "I am merely a mortal woman who has dedicated my life to serving the Emperor and fighting against the forces of Chaos."

She looks at Sir Sabvo intently before continuing, "But you...you possess powers that are beyond mortal understanding. Your sword and your psyker abilities suggest that there is more to you than meets the eye."

Sir Sabvo nods slowly in agreement. "Yes...I have been gifted with abilities that I do not fully understand myself," he admits.

The Sister regards him thoughtfully for a moment before saying, "Perhaps it is fate that brought us here together - two warriors from different worlds united against a common enemy."

Sister Celestine's eyes widen in surprise at Sir Sabvo's words. "Mana...I have heard of it, but I never thought it was real," she says with a hint of awe.

Sir Sabvo nods solemnly. "It is very real, and I have been blessed to wield its power."

The Sister looks at him with renewed interest before saying, "If what you say is true, then we could certainly use your knowledge and abilities in the battles ahead."

Sir Sabvo gives her a small smile before replying, "I would be honored to share my knowledge with you and your fellow warriors."

The other Sisters of Battle in the group exchange looks of curiosity and skepticism. One of them, Sister Ursula, steps forward, her hand resting on the hilt of her combat knife.

"What do you mean by 'Mana'?" she asks, her voice firm but controlled. "Is this some sort of sorcery?"

Sir Sabvo's expression remains calm as he replies, "No, it is not sorcery. Mana is a natural force that flows through all living things. I have learned to harness it and use it for good."

Sister Aurelia raises an eyebrow. "I've never heard of such a thing," she says dubiously. "How can we be sure this isn't some form of Chaos magic?"

Sir Sabvo's eyes flash with intensity as he responds, "I assure you, my power comes from Life itself. I would never use

The Sisters of Battle watch in awe as the blue fire ignites on Sir Sabvo's palm, their initial skepticism giving way to curiosity and wonder. They feel a warm energy radiating from it that seems to fill the cavern with renewed life.

Sister Celestine steps forward once again, her expression one of respect. "I believe you," she says firmly. "Your power is unlike anything I have ever seen before."

Sir Sabvo nods in appreciation before adding, "I am glad that I was able to show you what Mana truly is. It can be used for great good or terrible evil - but it all depends on how one wields its power."

The other Sisters nod in agreement, their eyes fixed on the glowing flame still burning brightly on his palm.

As they prepare to face whatever dangers lie ahead, they know that they are stronger together than alone -

The Sisters of Battle listen intently to Sir Sabvo's words, their interest piqued by the prospect of learning Mana. Sister Celestine nods thoughtfully before saying, "It sounds like a powerful tool in our fight against Chaos."

Sir Sabvo nods in agreement before continuing, "Indeed it is. With Mana at your disposal, you will be able to harness incredible power and use it to defend humanity from all threats."

Sister Ursula steps forward once again, her expression curious but cautious. "How exactly do we learn this...Mana?" she asks.

Sir Sabvo smiles reassuringly before replying, "I can teach you the basics - how to tap into the energy within yourself and channel it through your body. From there, with practice and discipline, you can learn to control its flow and use it for various purposes."

The Sisters nod in agreement, eager to learn this new form of power that could aid them in their battles against the forces of Chaos. Sir Sabvo begins to teach them the basics of Mana manipulation, and they practice under his guidance until they are able to harness its energy on their own.

With this newfound power at their disposal, the Sisters feel more confident than ever before in facing whatever dangers lie ahead. And as they fight alongside Sir Sabvo and Captain Rourke's Ultramarines against the Necron threat, they know that together, with both physical strength and mystical prowess combined, nothing can stand in their way.

Sir Sabvo directs his question to Sister Celestine, curious about the size of Space Marines. The Sister gives him a small smile before replying, "The Astartes are not like ordinary humans. They have been genetically enhanced and physically augmented to become superhuman warriors - faster, stronger, and more resilient than any mortal could ever hope to be."

She continues, "Their physical forms have been altered so that they can withstand incredible amounts of damage in battle. And as for their size...it is simply a byproduct of their genetic enhancements."

Sir Sabvo nods slowly in understanding before saying thoughtfully, "I see...so it's not possible for them to revert back to their original form?"

Sister Celestine shakes her head. "No," she says firmly. "Once an Astartes undergoes the transformation process and becomes one of our ranks, their physical form is permanently altered. They are no longer fully human in the traditional sense."

Sir Sabvo takes this information in before nodding thoughtfully. "I see," he says quietly.

The Sister regards him with a thoughtful expression before saying, "Is there anything else you would like to know about our order or the Imperium?"

Sir Sabvo shakes his head slowly before replying, "No...for now, I think I have learned enough. But if I have any more questions in the future, I will not hesitate to ask."

Sister Celestine gives him a small smile of approval before turning back towards her sisters and preparing for battle once again. Sir Sabvo follows suit and readies himself for combat alongside them - knowing that together they can face whatever dangers lie ahead.

The Sisters of Battle look at Sir Sabvo with a mixture of surprise and curiosity at his words. They had never considered the possibility that Space Marines could learn to harness Mana like they themselves were now doing.

Sister Celestine regards him thoughtfully before saying, "It is an intriguing idea...but I am not sure if it would be possible for Astartes to learn how to use Mana. Their genetic enhancements are specifically tailored towards physical combat - their minds have been trained for battle but not necessarily in the way that psykers or Casters utilize their abilities."

Sir Sabvo nods slowly in understanding before replying, "I see your point...but still, it may be worth exploring further. Who knows what untapped potential lies within these warriors?"

The Sister looks at him thoughtfully before nodding in agreement. "You make a valid point," she says quietly

Sir Sabvo directs his question to Sister Celestine, curious about the leader of the Ultramarines and what happened to the Emperor. The Sister gives him a small smile before replying, "Captain Rourke leads our detachment of Ultramarines here. He is a skilled warrior and strategist - we are lucky to have him fighting alongside us."

She continues, "As for the Emperor...well, he still exists in a sense. During the Horus Heresy, he was mortally wounded by his own son Horus who had turned traitor and aligned himself with Chaos. In order to save his life and preserve his essence, he was placed on a life support system known as the Golden Throne where he has remained ever since."

Sir Sabvo listens intently to her words before asking another question: "What does it mean that he's on this 'Golden Throne'?"

Sister Celestine looks at him with a serious expression. "It means that the Emperor is no longer able to lead the Imperium as he once did. His physical body has been reduced to little more than a corpse, sustained only by the power of his mind and will."

She continues, "The Golden Throne acts as both a life support system and a psychic amplifier - it allows the Emperor's consciousness to remain active in order to guide us through our battles against Chaos."

Sir Sabvo nods slowly in understanding before saying thoughtfully, "I see...it must be difficult for him to continue on like this."

Sister Celestine gives him a sad smile before replying, "Yes...it is. But we have faith that one day he will be restored fully and rise again to lead us towards victory."

Sister Celestine regards Sir Sabvo with a thoughtful expression before asking, "Your sister and father...are they powerful beings like yourself?"

Sir Sabvo nods slowly in response. "Yes," he says quietly. "My sister is a full-fledged goddess of life and my father is a minor god of the elements. Together, they might be able to help restore the Emperor."

The Sister looks at him thoughtfully before saying, "It's an intriguing idea...but it would not be easy to gain access to Terra where the Golden Throne resides. The Imperium guards that world very closely - even our own forces have difficulty gaining entry without proper authorization."

Sir Sabvo nods in understanding before replying, "I see your point...but perhaps one day we will find a way." He falls silent for a moment before adding thoughtfully, "In any case,we must focus on the battles at hand. The Necrons pose a grave threat to us all, and we cannot afford to be distracted by other concerns."

Sister Celestine nods in agreement before turning back towards her sisters and preparing for battle once again. Sir Sabvo follows suit and readies himself for combat alongside them - knowing that together they can face whatever dangers lie ahead.

As they prepare for battle, the Sisters of Battle can't help but feel a sense of awe and respect towards Sir Sabvo. His easygoing nature and willingness to help others with his powers is something that they have never encountered before.

Sister Celestine regards him thoughtfully before saying, "You possess incredible power, Sir Sabvo. It is rare to see someone who wields it so effortlessly."

Sir Sabvo gives her a small smile in response. "I am merely doing what I can to aid humanity in its fight against Chaos," he says humbly.

The Sister nods slowly before adding, "Your abilities would be an invaluable asset on the battlefield - especially when it comes to healing our wounded warriors."

Sir Sabvo nods in agreement before saying quietly, "I will do my best to assist wherever I can." He then turns his attention back towards the battlefield, ready to use his powers in any way that he can.

As the battle rages on, Sir Sabvo proves himself to be a valuable ally - healing wounded soldiers and bolstering their spirits with his presence. The Sisters of Battle fight alongside him with renewed determination, knowing that they have a powerful demigod fighting at their side.

Together, they push back against the Necron threat and emerge victorious. As they regroup and tend to their wounded, Sister Celestine approaches Sir Sabvo once again.

"Your aid has been invaluable," she says gratefully. "We are lucky to have you fighting alongside us."

Sir Sabvo gives her a small smile before replying humbly, "I am merely doing what I can to help."

The Sister nods thoughtfully before saying quietly, "It is rare to find someone who possesses your level of power and yet remains so humble. Your presence is a blessing to us all."

Sir Sabvo nods in response before turning his attention back towards the wounded soldiers, ready to continue aiding them in any way that he can. The Sisters of Battle watch him with a newfound respect and admiration - knowing that they have found an ally unlike any other on the battlefield.

The Sisters of Battle listen with interest as Sir Sabvo shares the story of his parents' arranged marriage and how he came to be. They are fascinated by the idea of a mortal woman marrying a minor god, and even more intrigued by the fact that Sir Sabvo is one of their children.

Sister Celestine regards him thoughtfully before saying, "It sounds like you had an interesting upbringing...growing up with divine siblings must have been quite an experience."

Sir Sabvo nods in agreement before replying, "Yes...it was certainly different from what most mortals experience. My sister is a goddess in her own right - she wields incredible power over life itself. And my brothers are both skilled warriors - they inherited our father's powers over the elements."

He falls silent for a moment before adding thoughtfully, "But despite our differences in power and abilities, we are still a close-knit family. We may have our disagreements from time to time, but at the end of the day we always look out for one another."

The Sisters listen with interest as Sir Sabvo speaks about his family dynamic and how they support each other despite their differences in power. They can't help but feel a sense of respect towards him - not just for his abilities, but also for his humility and kindness.

Sister Celestine regards him thoughtfully before saying quietly, "You truly are a unique individual...I am honored to fight alongside you."

Sir Sabvo gives her a small smile before replying humbly, "The honor is mine." He then turns back towards the wounded soldiers once again, ready to continue aiding them in any way that he can.

As they tend to the wounded and prepare for their next battle against Chaos, the Sisters of Battle can't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Sir Sabvo. His presence has been invaluable to them - not just in terms of his powers, but also for his unwavering dedication to their cause.

Together, they stand ready to face whatever dangers lie ahead - knowing that with Sir Sabvo fighting alongside them, they have a powerful ally on their side.