Chapter 1: How to make an Entrance in the Galaxy

Okay, so I've had this idea for a while, and my friend finally got sick of me telling him about it and told me to go write it. So now we have a Warhammer 40k and Spore fanfic. Starring my puny interstellar empire and allied galactic haegemony and the mighty Imperium of Man. Of course, this being Spore, it would take me far too long to describe in adequate detail the centre-pieces of my story, namely, the units and structures of the Draconis Rex (my) Empire. So I decided to tell you where to see my creations; www.(insert webaddress here). Com. However, if you can't find it, don't worry, there will be a highly inadequate description for all of you to enjoy. Oh, and just in case you don't notice, I am only familiar with what is in the Dawn of War games, and what I have gleaned from other fanfics, so don't flame me just for being inaccurate.
Finally: I do not own Warhammer or Spore. Those honours belong to Games Workshop and Maxis respectively.
Now on with the fic!

It was a bad day for the commander of the latest Great Crusade. General Halcon had been expecting to merely find remains of long dead Terran colonies, with perhaps a few ork-infested ruins to sift through, and hopefully a few Xenos ships to make the tiresome trek out to this galaxy worth it.
Instead, he had found a spiral galaxy, much like the one he had left months earlier, which was teeming with enough life to make the C'tan drool. And every race he had encountered had had its own empire, which he had ruthlessly crushed, of course, and a lot of the planets had very similar species on. Almost like someone had gone round and terraformed them, with but a single source.....But that wasn't what was the problem. Whilst working their way through the empires of this galaxy, the assigned Inquisition ship had turned up facts referred to in almost every empire. Tales of a hideous machine race called the Grox, who appeared to be much acquainted with Necron ideals, and who seemed to like the centre of the galaxy. And tales of the 'Omnipotent' and much feared Draconis Rex. The latter, it seemed were feared due to their method of conquering, or buying all the empires near to them, and then using their might to threaten all others into doing as they said.

Fortunately, the Grox patrols they had encountered had been truly unimaginative affairs. A sleek ship, with four prongs at the front, and a smaller one for its fighter cousins. They were destroyed by heavy bombardment almost before they came within sensor range. When they had retrieved a live one, they had found it to be a Sentient Machine. Banned since the revolt of the Iron Men, the abomination had been destroyed, but not before the Inquisition had resorted to executing the members of the Adeptus Mechanicus who were caught 'just wandering the ship, looking for repairs' suspiciously close to where it was held.

No, what had caused General Halcon much grief was the events that had been put in motion by the appearance of what, according to scanners, was an object travelling faster than light, and, when it dropped into normal space, actually turned out to be some kind of boat. It was a black boat, with gold leaf, numerous cannons pointing forwards, some kind of engine array to the side, and, strangest of strange, what, if his memory was correct, appeared to be flashing lights on top of the bridge. The sudden, and unusually strange ship, showed no signs of the Taint, much as the rest of this galaxy seemed to, and so, for no other reason than to alleviate his boredom, he had allowed the thing to open a comm. Channel. Oh, how the poor General regretted that decision now. But then, he had been brought face to, er, face, with a creature strange enough to cause even the Blood Ravens Battle Barge to power up main weapons.

What had appeared on screen was what appeared to be bird of sorts. It had a jetpack on, they saw when it turned to shout, presumably, at the comms. Officer. When it faced them again, they looked and saw a huge, curving beak, perfect for eating meat, giant talons on its...hands, sort of, that were just the thing for rending flesh, large lumps on its knees, which oozed some sort of viscous fluid, and most notably, on its face, either side of its beak, huge, slimy tentacles.

What happened then, was the creature emitted a foul screeching similar to that of a hawk, or some such, but horrifically alien at the same time. Then the universal translator kicked in.
"Strangers, we welcome you to our galaxy. Know that the mighty Draconis Rex Empire will provide for you all that you desire. In return, all we ask is that we might know our guests."
"You, foul Xenos, will most assuredly provide us with what we desire. What we desire, is to see all alien scum ridded from the universe, and the mighty Imperium of Man to rule the stars unchallenged!" Came the reply from an over enthusiastic Commissar.
The Rex physically stepped back from the camera, as if to avoid the Commissar's stinging fury.
"Oh...I see......"
Before the fleet could even attempt to target lock, the small boat had turned tail and fled. But not before leaving behind a present, which had promptly exploded, destroying the heavy cruiser nearest it, and even damaging the Battle Barge, a half mile away.

At that point, Halcon had been on the point of retreating to the last colonised planet, and awaiting reinforcements. Unfortunately for him, both the Blood Ravens and Imperial Guard detachments attached to the Crusade had recommended a chase, and he, foolishly, had accepted.

Okay, one chapter complete, and you still don't know much about the Draconis Rex, apart from their name, their Galactic Ranking, and the fact that they like sticking flashy lights on their vehicles. Don't worry; you'll be seeing a lot more in the next chapter. And they won't be best pleased. Feel free to leave reviews, and if you have any advice on my Latin/High Gothic, it would be much appreciated.