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Warhammer 40k in the Year 2020 - with appearances from Marvel and DC and Archie Comics characters

a story by Daniel Trump - aka Dalton Lewis

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Abaddon Awakening

I, Ezekyel Abaddon, woke up in my bed in the year 2020 in Gotham City, New York, with the bell ringing to remind me to get up and get to school. It was January 10th, and I remembered two things: first, I remembered being a normal sixteen year-old boy in the current year, and I also remembered being a badass chaos space marine who worshiped daemons and annihilated all of his enemies.

I got up and got my phone and checked for messages. I had a strange text from Kharn saying that shit had to be fucked up today and a message from Horus saying that he needed me, his chief lieutenant, to help the chaos gods today and to ignore Kharn's message. I sent a message to Typhus, asking him if he was okay. I got a picture of a naked woman on my phone from Lucius, who sent a text with it, saying that he was in love. I sighed.

I grabbed my book bag and my laptop and my e-reader and a couple of physical books that they gave me. I moved downstairs and toasted a bagel while reading William Faulkner for fun and hobbying. I put butter and cream cheese on the bagel and devoured it while reading a book that I barely understood. I sighed and started the mile-long walk to school.

I walked up to school and saw someone there. I sighed. It was Robbie Guilliman. He wore a nice suit and tie to school and had dress shoes which matched. He had a perfect figure, filling out the suit to show his ample muscles. I, on the other hand, weighed a bit too much and went to school wearing a Spider-Man t-shirt and some blue jeans. Robbie G. stood next to Karolina Dean and Nico Minoru and Alex Wilder, heroes from the Runaways team of heroes. Across from them were the pretty people: the gossip girl crowd and the Riverdale teens. I don't want to talk about them yet - suffice is to say that they had everything and the most interesting lives ever - whereas I stood around mumbling in corners about daemons.

"He worships daemons," Robbie G. said to the Runaways. "Worships them. He's a bad guy. And Horus submitted evidence."

Karolina giggled. "What did he submit?" she asked.

"That the Emperor wants to outlaw daemons and take over in the year 30,000, and that we will need to stop him when that happens."
"Wow," Nico said. "That's a long time from now. He's got a few thousand years to procrastinate."

"Both sides should start with a thousand year party," Karolina said. "And learn who's superficial and who has substance."

"Totally," Nico said. "I agree, lovergirl."

"Abaddon rapes people," Robbie G. said.

I stood there, stunned. I've never raped anyone, not in my current life or the past 10,000 year life before that. I didn't do it. I couldn't believe it - all those things I did that were illegal and done to help daemons? Irrelevant. They framed me for something.

"No," I said. "I didn't do it. Evidence?"
"We'll submit it," Robbie G. said. "We'll prove it."

Robbie G. grabbed something from his backpack and threw it at me. It looked like a little metal pipe or something. I didn't dodge or anything because I didn't sense any danger. I was stupid, really stupid, in this one, and I hated myself forever for this one.

I exploded. The pipe exploded and my legs were shredded instantly, flying around the entry area around the high school. My waist and above flew backwards, hit a tree, and landed face down on the parking lot's pavement. Robbie G. laughed and laughed.

Fuck.

I sat there, waiting to bleed out, and then a beautiful woman dragged me back, looked at me, and smiled.

"Gotcha," she said. "I'm Dr. Reznik. I'm your doctor. We'll get you patched right up."

I lay there, unable to function, watching her work, injecting me with a serum over and over which slowly rebuilt my legs and the rest of my body. I then heard a conversation from afar.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" a girl asked. "He's trying to go to school!"

"He's a rapist," Robbie G said.

"You have no evidence," she said.

"He's a rapist. He's. A. Rapist."

"He deserves an education," she said. "And a fair investigation, before you blow him up."

"Is he a rapist?" Karolina Dean asked the girl.

"No," she said. "His evidence is that the Emperor says so, and we all know that guy is a conceited douchebag asshole without a shred of evidence."

Oh. They were arguing my case. I felt a little better about that. I looked around. I was healed. Someone looked down at me from above. She was pretty, with blonde hair and minimum makeup and normal people clothes - blue jeans and a red sweater.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Betty Cooper. I'm sorry. Anyone deserves an education."
"Thanks," I said. "I want to go to school. I did the reading this morning."
"You even did the reading," she said. "We'll make a proper geek out of you yet. And you remember the year 40,000?"
I nodded. "I remember some of it," I said. "Bits and pieces. Enough to remember who I was. Who I am. What I represent."
I represented something, something important. I was the human who defended demons, made sure that no one mistreated them. I was that human, who helped police the humans to make certain that they didn't just take over regardless of who they hurt when they did so. I was an ideal, an idea that we had to get along. I was that concept, the concept of fairness and equality. And the Emperor - he wanted to take over, take over everything. And in that, he needed to be stopped. Was he guilty? No one thought so, no one but us. No one accused him of hating demons or aliens, even as he formed groups of marines dedicated to stopping both of those groups. The Emperor wanted to kill me for not wanting humans to rule everything. I smiled as Belakor walked into school. He was black, wore a nice shirt and khakis, and had respectable glasses. He nodded at me.

"Hey, Abby," he said.

"Hey, Belakor," I said. "How's everything?"
"Good," he said. "You?"
"Blown up," I said.

"Figuratively, I hope," he said.

"No, I needed healing. Robbie G is an asshole and a bully."

"His dad's a senator," Belakor said. "I'll talk to him."

"Yeah, he blows me up, and we use harsh language," I said. "But thanks for thinking of me."

"We don't want to escalate," Belakor said.

I sighed. "Fine," I said. "Talk to him. We're those guys. Complaining about being blown up."

"I'm sorry," Betty said.

"And your pretty boyfriend?" I asked. "What's Jughead think of Robbie G and myself?"

She smiled. "I'm sure he-"

Jughead Jones walked into the entrance area with us as we walked towards class. "I think he's right," Jughead said. "If you might be a rapist you can't be at this school. If you might be a bad person you can't be here."

We walked up the stairs to the library, which stood on the third floor, elevated above everything. We walked in, and it resembled a garden of books, a place where everything was good and benevolent except one person: Jughead and the gorgeous young men of the space marines. Jughead wore a blood angels pin on his jean jacket and smiled at me.

"Blood angels?" I asked.

He nodded. "I'm learning," he said.

Celestine Beauty

I woke up next to a beautiful woman, naked in full. I had stolen the covers in a dream-rage, and she wasn't wearing anything and didn't have a bit of the sheets. She turned and smiled and kissed me.

I was a beautiful young woman myself, although I didn't care about such things. I cared about one thing: protecting innocent people from harm of all kinds. I was Celestine, Saint Celestine, and I was a religious figure, a leader of the Christian religion. In the year 40,000, it had been said that I worshiped the Emperor. I did, but I also worshiped the Christian God in a very real sense. I got out of the covers and put on a bra and panties, shorts and a t-shirt proclaiming me to love Pokemon.

I turned to her. She was Grayfax. She destroyed planets. That was her function for the good guys - Exterminatus. She destroyed planets that were a threat to reality. She had the most difficult job I had ever conceived to exist, and she hated herself for it. I smiled and kissed her.

"I love you," I said to her.

"Wow," she said. "You. Love. Me."

"Shut up," I said. "Say it back."
"I love you, too," she said.

"Good," I said. "How are you today?"

"Bad," she said. She pouted. "I have to work today."
"No," I whispered.

"Yes," she said. "There's a risk of a breakout. Genestealer cult scouts have been found, dead in an alley in Atlanta."

"Dead, hon," I said. "They were found dead."

"Evidence indicates an outbreak," she said. "We need to contain it. Or else."
"I hate your job," I said. "Why destroy planets, anyway?"

"To save lives," she said. "We can't lose this planet to the tyranid hive. We would lose too much. The planet is at stake."

"We need more information," I said. "I will ask around at school, okay?"

She nodded. "Why are we in the year 2020, anyway?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. I walked out of the bedroom and grabbed my backpack with my computer and tablet and some books.

I walked downstairs to a nice, cozy little home. It had a living area with a television and bookshelf with many of the classics of now and yesteryear. White carpet lined the floor. The entire downstairs was an open area with four or so rooms: the living room, the kitchen, which had a beautiful set of red cabinets and golden finishing. It was next to the dining room, which had an elegant chandelier with a hundred little lights glowing above the dining room table, which had an assortment of fresh fruit and croissants for breakfast. I sat down and grabbed a croissant and began to eat it. Grayfax grabbed some orange slices and devoured them. She smiled.

"Old Liberty High School, eh?" she asked. "We were practically running the galaxy, and now we're in the tenth grade. This feels like a step down."

"I know," she said. "I know. This does feel like something a little worse. But we'll make the best of it, I'm sure."

I smiled and kissed her. She giggled.

Then it happened.

Robbie G entered the room, flanked by Korsarro Khan and Tigirius, marching into the room with a distinct purpose.

"They're mad," Robbie G said.

"Who's mad? I asked.

"Lex Luthor," Robbie G said.

"Pretty sure he's a bad guy," I said.

"No," Robbie G said. "He won hero of the year, and the Nobel Peace Prize."

"Didn't he nuke western California to make more money off his land in eastern California?" I asked.

"No," Robbie G said. "Unframable, he's innocent. The evidence against him is all framed."

"Ah," I said.

"Yes," Robbie G said. "He's innocent. No, we're here for something else. The emperor. He's back, in the year 2020, and he's a high school student. We have to protect him. We have to make sure that he does become the Emperor."

I smiled. "Now we're talking," I said. "I'll help protect him. Where is he?"
"In the van," he said.

"You put the emperor in a minivan?" I asked.

"It's a nice minivan," he said.

"Good," I said.

"You need to protect him," Robbie G said.

"Great," I said. "We get to meet him. I mean, we've been sworn to protect him and his interests forever, and now to meet him? I'm in awe. Thank you so much."

We walked outside to the car. I kept my sword in my virtual inventory, ready for any threat to the emperor. I walked into the minivan and gasped.

He wore a suit and tie and a bright, confident smile. He extended his hand and gave me a firm but kind handshake. "Hi," he said. "I guess I'm the emperor. It's so great to meet you, Celestine. Thank you, thank you for defending my interests. God, it's an honor."

"Thanks," I said. "I'll keep you alive. Are we going to school?"
He nodded. "We're going now," he said.

The driver, Korsarro Khan, began to drive. "Driving a minivan to school," he said. He was Asian, smart, well-dressed, and had a long scar on his face already - one he didn't want to remove. He drove out of the driveway and onto the main street onto a road in Gotham City, taking us to the high school. Old Liberty High School - home of heroes and villains.

Then something slammed into the minivan from the side. Explosions rocked the minivan. It tipped onto the side. Someone started to scream. I barely saw Khan with a bolter, firing it at someone, someone I couldn't see. I grabbed my sword and looked at the door titled to the top of the minivan. I opened it and lept out.

Genestealer cult shot at us. Ten acolyte hybrids shot at us. They were flanked by two genestealers and, in back, a broodlord. I ran towards the nearest hybrid. He was part human, but changed into part genestealer, with three arms and a hideous and disfigured face. I parried his sword and stabbed him in the heart. He collapsed. Khan's bolter fire had killed two of them, rending their chests into pulp. The emperor got out of the minivan and stood there, staring at them.

"Why?" the emperor asked. "Why?"

The broodlord smiled, a devious and twisted smile. "You want to rule everything, yes? We are, unfortunately for everyone, a part of that everything. We. Will. Never. Work. For. You."

"Oh," I said.

Two acolytes charged me then, drooling acid from their mouths and leering at me. One of them stabbed a bonesword at me, and I ducked and chopped his head clean off. Then three of them were charging me, and I started to worry.

Why? Why worry? I was Celestine, St. C., the goddess, the saint, one of the leaders of the leaders. Why did I need to worry about some of the genestealer cult? I stabbed another one, but one of them stabbed me from behind. I felt pain lace all over, and I turned to face him.

He looked delighted to watch me scream. I grabbed his head and tried to snap his neck, but someone grabbed me from behind: the broodlord, a full-fledged genestealer, and a boss one. He grabbed me by the armpits and held me, dragging me away from the emperor.

"Separate sites," he said. "Each of them in a different hell, each of them on a different continent, different nightmare situation, while we figure out how to kill them."

Abaddon Warring

The emperor was supposed to be in first period but didn't show. I didn't care. I knew that, eventually, he was probably going to expend all of his energy in ruining the chaos space marines, but apparently he hadn't done so yet - or at least he had better things to do than to go to school. I learned about Spanish in first period class. I continued to go from class to class, trudging along, living a normal life, until eighth period - which was journalism class. I learned how to design a website about the school. I started to write an article about construction at the high school - thinking to myself that I'd rather read about anything other than the construction at the high school.

I looked at the news about superhero and supervillain affairs, and it was right there. Skynet forces in control of Earth-6, it said. There was a mission. I signed up on the internet, telling them that I could help them against Skynet forces. I grabbed my backpack and left for the portal point to take me to that Earth. I drove my motorcycle there - I had a cheap little thing that drove poorly but got me around. A crotch rocket without the speed meant that I had a terrible motorcycle. I made it through a portal to Earth-6 and saw it.

I saw the machines then, hundreds of them. I saw airplanes flying around without pilots or humans in them at all. I saw huge humanoid mechs walking through downtown Chicago. I saw the broken skyscrapers and the replacement buildings created by the machines - looking nothing like a human-built skyscraper, instead each building being a machine of its own. Someone waved me into an underground bunker.

"Hey," he said. "I'm Reese. Kyle Reese. Welcome to the Resistance. We work for Jon Connor here, the one and only messiah."

"Thanks for having me," I said.

"Qualifications?" he asked.

"In a past life I lost thirteen wars," I said.

"Did you try?" someone asked from the shadows. He walked into the light, and the light brightened around him. He looked like a nice geek, a kind twenty-something man who was skinny and smart and sharp and yet had kindness about him. He wore blue jeans and a nice gray shirt. He smiled.

"We accomplished objectives in every single war," I said. "And I can fight, grunt level, for you. I can fight for you. I don't need to be in charge of anything. Give me a shotgun and let me start fighting."

"I like you," he said from the light. "I'm Jon Connor. Welcome to the team. Try to help us. Eden Prime is getting attacked. It's a colony of ours, and we need to defend it. I want you to help with the colony defense. Does that sound reasonable?"
I nodded. "Weapons and armor? You'll give me gear to use?"
He nodded. "Shotgun and submachine gun good?" he asked.

I nodded. "Sure," I said.

"We have advanced shields and armor for you, and a healing agent. You will slowly regain health during combat. In the meantime, one of Skynet's divisions has made an inroad towards stealing a Prothean beacon."

"Beacon?" I asked. "Prothean beacon? Why would they want that?"
"Skynet likes to learn," he said. "The necrons, this division of Skynet, they want to learn. They want to grow and get better. They do that by studying just about everything they can find, written down or in artifacts that they find. They have started looking for Prothean tech now."

"A beacon is a news broadcast," I said. "I wonder what's on the news from that long ago that they want to learn about."

"Get the beacon," Jon Connor said. "Take two people with you. Kharn and someone, oh, I'm thinking, I know, Jenkins. He's one of our best young recruits, a teenager like you. We'll see if you can keep up with him."

I nodded.

"Get out there," he said.

Reese guided me out of the light and into the darkness of a long tunnel which led to a shuttle - a small spacecraft for getting around. We sat in a bumpy, creaky shuttle, listening to the sound of the shuttle's engine plug away.

After awhile the engine started to hum naturally and sound a lot more effective and perfect. The lights got brighter and the gaps in the hull fixed themselves. I looked back and saw someone there - the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She smiled.

"I'm Cameron," she said. "Cameron Phillips. I'm fixing the ship."

"You're a mechanic?" I asked.

"No," she said. "But it needed fixing. You work for me."

"I do?" I asked. "I work for Jon."

"You work for me and I work for Jon," she said. She had brown hair and a skinny little body and wore a tank top and jeans shorts. She seemed like the greatest person in creation, and I worked for her. She seemed to need to give me instructions.

"Learn," she said. "I was created. I was immediately told to hit the opponent's bunker with a missile. I didn't even know which one was the missile or where the bunker was. They laughed at me." She looked at me. "War is terrible. What we do is terrible. I just need you to get out there and do some damage to the enemy to save the civilians from this kind of terrible conflict. Otherwise Skynet will lock all of them up for a long time. We can't have that."

"No, ma'am," I said.

She opened the door. I saw the shuttle moving at hundreds of miles an hour, watching the terrible battle below me on the planet's surface. Necron forces moved with mechanical precision, getting up from almost any injury or damage and continuing to fight Jon Connor's resistance forces.

"Jump," she said.

I looked at her. "Will I survive?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "You missed your window. We'll turn around. Jump when I say so."

"Okay," I said. The pilot turned the shuttle around.

"Now," she said.

I jumped out. I landed on the ground gently.

I looked around. I saw little bloblike aliens floating around.

"Gas bags," Jenkins said. "They're harmless."

I looked at Kharn.

"How are you, my friend?" I asked.

"Fuck off," Kharn said.

"Same old Kharn, good for you. Let's do this."

We ran towards the location of the beacon. We went around a corner and saw them: ten necron warriors with gauss blasters. They moved in uniform, slowly trudging through the battlefield. They shot their gauss weapons at us. Their motions were perfect, their expressions were blank, and they didn't fear us or feel pity at all. They had a goal, and they fought fanatically for that goal. They spoke to us only when absolutely necessary. They walked forwards and shot their weapons at us. Jenkins screamed. He grabbed his gun and began to shoot from the hip, screaming at the necrons.

"Get under cover!" I yelled. My shields collapsed from a blast aimed straight at my heart. I jumped under cover. Jenkins just stood there, shooting desperately. Kharn, meanwhile, started to charge straight at the ten enemy soldiers. He brought out his chainaxe, a weapon which might not do much to necrons made of the strongest metals imaginable, and charged through withering gauss blaster fire.

I broke out my assault rifle and began to focus fire one down. I shot him in the leg and then the chest repeatedly, pounding him with round after round. Kharn chopped one's head off and screamed. He then shot the next one in the chest with his plasma pistol and it collapsed. Jenkins, meanwhile, had been shot a dozen times and screamed on the ground, screamed for God to save him and screamed that he was sorry and hated war and wanted to survive, would do anything to survive. The necrons continued to focus and shoot Jenkins until his screams became gurgles and turned into convulsing. Then he stopped moving and died.

We had killed three necron warriors and lost one, but they turned to Kharn and started to shoot him over and over. He kept moving, kept swinging, even with seven necron warriors shooting him over and over.

I decided to help him. I teleported behind the necron warriors with my terminator armor's teleport function. I appeared behind a necron warrior. I stabbed him in the chest with my sword Drachnayen. He collapsed in two. Three of the six necron warriors turned and began shooting at me. I tried to dodge, but dodging gauss blaster shots is impossible: their withering fire hit me repeatedly. I shot them with my assault rifle, sending more to the ground. I collapsed, next to Kharn, who lay there on the ground. Three necron warriors stood above us. I shot, madly, at them until they collapsed onto the ground.

Then they started to move. The dead necron warriors began to put themselves back together and attack us again. We shot at them over and over, until they finally stayed there, on the ground, dead.

We lay there, on the ground, bleeding. We waited to see which side would show up first: the necrons or the ad mech forces. We waited to see if we would survive the next few minutes.

Celestine the Phoenix

I, Celestine, Saint, lay in the back of a van, tied down and unable to move. They were in the van, six of them, genestealer cult members. They stared at me. One of them injected something into me, and they laughed.

"Celestine!" one of them said. He was a twenty year-old man with a cruel grin and an ugly face, one with pouty lips and eager eyes and a crooked nose. "Like that! It's heroin. You're on heroin. How do you like heroin?"

He punched me. I couldn't move. I looked up at him. "This is a big mistake," I said. "Your punishment will be based on how you treat me here, as a prisoner of war or as a victim you want to torture. You will want to treat me well. Things will go better for you."

They laughed.

The man with the grin grabbed a knife. He stabbed me in the stomach. Pain laced through me, pain like nothing I had felt. I remembered this morning like a million generations ago, thinking how happy it felt to be with Grayfax.

The genestealer cult members laughed and looked at me.

One of them smiled. She didn't have any hair and had tattoos on her head. "Hey, there, pretty little thing," she said. "You like getting stabbed, little girl? You like it? I bet you like it."

They laughed.

I looked around. I wanted to fight that battle again. I couldn't believe that we lost to these guys.

She smiled and grinned. Then she punched me in the head. I reeled backwards and fell to the side. I was at their mercy. I was one of the most important, influential people in any world, any galaxy, and these guys had me at their mercy. They had me on the ground, tied down, and they could do anything to me.

I smiled at them. "I'm going to kill all of you," I said.

They smiled. "Do it," she smiled. "Do it. Kill us. I'd be impressed."

"We don't want you in charge," the guy said. "We don't want the emperor in charge of everything. We will stop you."

"I don't give a shit," I said. "I'm a good person, in here, tied down, stabbed, beaten. I don't give a shit. You'll die."

They stopped at a traffic light. The woman grinned and punched me in the head. "How's that sync with the heroin?" she asked. "You one of us now?"

"Are you one of us now?" another one asked. "Are you? Are you?'

"Are you one of us? Are you a grunt? Are you a cult member? Are you ugly and poor now? We are."

"We are ugly and poor," the guy said.

"Yeah," I said. "I am ugly and poor."

Then I looked around the van. There!

There was a demo charge in the corner of the van. I grinned. I looked at the genestealer cult.

"You got one thing wrong," I said. I grabbed the demo charge with my legs and pushed it to myself. Then I stole a dagger from a cult member and stabbed the demo charge - as it was right next to me.

The van exploded. A huge fireball erupted. Everyone took critical damage in a huge plume of fire. Several of them screamed and screamed. I grinned. I died.

I woke up outside the van several minutes later. As an angel of God I cannot die and come back every time I take critical damage. I resurrected myself easily and looked at the withered remains of the van and the dead genestealer cult. I grabbed a trench coat and put it on and grinned.

"Goodbye, fuckers," I said, and turned to walk away.

Abaddon Enlightened

I, Ezekyel Abaddon, lay on the battlefield. Kharn lay next to me, plasma pistol in one hand and chainaxe in the other.

The battlefield looked like someone wanted to torture people for fun and profit. Necrons shot gauss blast after gauss blast. Every six seconds a doomsday ark shot its main gun, causing something to get colossally fucked and explode. Necrons walked forward, slowly and inexorably, without anything stopping them. The pockets of human resistance shot bolters at the necron warriors, causing them to fall and die and then get up again. The human soldiers had armor and tried to fight back, hold them back, but the necrons never paused, and the humans clearly started to break and tire. .

Then she showed up on the battlefield with her soldiers. Cameron Phillips appeared there with a dozen skitarii vanguard and a couple of kastelan robots. The good guy AI's had made it onto the battlefield, looking like the saviors of legend.

They shot withering fire at the necron ranks. One of their tanks, an Onager Dunecrawler, shot its neutron laser at the doomsday ark. It exploded, its quantum shielding overwhelmed by the firepower of the ad mech forces. The kastelan robots shot three heavy phosphor blasters apiece into the necron ranks, killing a squad every ten seconds or so.

Cameron walked up to us. "The necrons set demo charges," she said. "They want to destroy the colony. You need to get my friend Liselle to those charges so she can disarm them."

"Fine," I said.

We struggled to stand but managed it. I charged towards the colony, running at full speed. My legs panicked and grew rubbery and tired, but I pushed forward. Kharn charged forward, blood seeping from his chest. We made it to the first demo charge. Liselle, a beautiful woman with cybernetic implants, started to disarm the charge. We looked around.

Six necron tomb blades arrived in their jetbikes, shooting covering fire as they moved at super-fast speeds towards Liselle.

They started to shoot at her with their blasters, and I hated being the hero just then. I walked in front of Liselle, absorbing the devastating fire with my terminator armor. Most of the shots harmlessly hit the armor, but a few made it through, and I wasn't exactly healthy to start with. I shot my bolter at them, wrecking one tomb blade. Kharn threw a krak grenade that hit a second tomb blade, sending it careening towards a building. It exploded into pieces, and a family began to scream. A man ran into the courtyard, screaming and on fire, trying to get his daughter to safety. A minute later the man collapsed, holding his daughter, as they died in flames together.

The second charge was near the top of some stairs, with an angle for the four remaining tomb blades to shoot at us. We shot back, mostly without effect. Liselle disarmed the charge and ran towards the third of the four charges. She grabbed it and began to disarm it as three tomb blades took a different angle, attacking us from the side. Kharn lept at one of them and landed in its lap, grabbing his chainaxe and chopping it to pieces. The jetbike crashed into a wall, and he collapsed to the ground, bleeding. He tried to stand but couldn't.

She finished disarming the third charge. Three tomb blades charged at us. I shot at them with my bolter and covered Liselle as the started to disarm the fourth charge. The three tomb blades then exploded in fire as Cameron Phillips shot them with a missile.

I collapsed.

I woke up about an hour later, in a bed, next to Kharn, who lay in the other bed in the hospital room.

"Good job," Cameron said. "You saved a colony from a necron attack. You did a good job for us, Abaddon. We're hiring the chaos marines."

I smiled. "Thank you," I said. I turned to Kharn. "You really bring it out there."

He grinned. "It's what I live for," he said. "Killing my enemies. Doing battle. Proving myself. There'll be another fight soon."

"I know," I said. "The necrons are attacking on all fronts."

"Yes," Cameron said. "Their overlord, Skynet, is charging in with his forces. They are kidnapping entire colonies, putting them in camps, making them do things, experimenting on them, holding them. We need to protect these people. Also, you need to go to high school."

"Right," I said.

"School is important," Cameron said. "You need schooling."

"I know," I said.

That was that. We had won a terrible battle. We would fight another one soon. We went back to high school, making it back in the middle of sixth period. Cameron gave us a note to clear us. We went back to our normal lives, no one knowing that we had fought like crazy to save lives, to make it, to be heroes. No one knew.

This was who I was, a soldier, a warrior. This was me.