Space Marine in Star Wars (Warhammer X Star Wars)

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===Maximus===

The Astartes moved forward, their imposing figures cutting through the bustling Senate building. The large hall, filled with the quiet hum of conversation and the rustling of robes, fell completely silent as they passed. Senators, aides, and diplomats all paused, some exchanging uncertain glances, others filled with unease. But the Astartes, unfazed, continued their march, paying no attention to the gazes fixed upon them.

They were led to their designated booth, a hovering platform situated high above the Senate chamber. The platform was sleek, metallic, and unadorned, offering an unobstructed view of the vast chamber below, where the Senate convened. Alongside them, a few Mandalorians stepped onto the platform, their presence adding to the air of tension. The Astartes took their places, standing rigid and still, their armor glinting under the chamber's bright lights, watching the proceedings without so much as a flicker of emotion.

As the platform settled into place, a heavy silence settled over the room. Every senator, every representative, and every spectator knew that something important had just entered, though none could fathom the true nature of what was to come. The air seemed thick with anticipation, the atmosphere changed, as if the galaxy itself was holding its breath.

Chancellor Palpatine rose from his seat in the center, his calm demeanor and sharp gaze sweeping over the room before settling on the Astartes. He offered a slight nod toward them, acknowledging their presence before speaking.

"Welcome, everyone. We appreciate you attending this hearing," Palpatine's voice carried through the room, smooth and controlled. His eyes flicked to the Astartes' platform. "And welcome to our guests, both from near and far sectors," he said, gesturing first toward the Astartes, and then toward other distinguished delegates seated in the chamber. His tone shifted, growing more somber.

"These are grave times we live in, with the threat of war hanging over our heads. Today, we meet for a number of reasons, not the least of which is to address the mass execution that has taken place on Tatooine."

The room stirred, a murmur of condemnation rippling through the Senate as the Astartes remained unmoving. Eyes turned with open disdain toward them, their faces a mix of anger and fear.

Palpatine raised his hand for silence, his voice hardening. "We will first bring forth the charges, then hear from the accused. Afterwards, we will hold discussions and break for recess." He gave a slight nod to an official seated beside him before sitting back down.

The woman to Palpatine's left stood, a practiced air of authority about her. She glanced at the crowd before speaking.

"The charges will be declared after evidence is presented. Please, turn your attention to the screen." She tapped a button on the panel before her, and the room fell silent as a holographic projection flickered to life.

The first feed displayed a brutal scene from Tatooine. Sebastian was seen tearing into a group of Jawas with terrifying efficiency. The raw violence of the scene made many in the room flinch. The image was grainy, but the savagery was unmistakable, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake.

The next projection showed a series of clips from Tatooine's cities—Astartes and Death Watch moving through the streets, engaging anyone who dared to draw a weapon against them. The footage was brutal, showing the relentless power of the Imperiums Angels. The images seemed to focus on Sebastian's rampage, each clip taken from the viewpoint of one of the Mandalorians accompanying them. In each, the Astartes' deadly precision left nothing alive in their wake, only destruction.

The final projection displayed the grim scene of the Astartes confronting Jabba the Hutt. The brutal sounds of bones cracking and the Hutt's agonized screams echoed through the chamber. The sight of Jabba's grotesque form being battered and broken sent a cold chill down the spines of those in attendance. The image was clear, unsettling, and disturbing in its violence.

In one of the distant corners of the room, Jedi Master Mace Windu and Grandmaster Yoda stood side by side, their expressions grim as they watched the projection. Yoda's face was a mask of sorrow, his eyes closing, as if unwilling to bear witness to the violence any longer. Mace, however, stood rigid, his mechanical hand clenched tightly into a fist, the tension in his body palpable as he forced himself to watch the horrors unfold on the holographic screen.

The projection ended with an unsettling silence hanging over the chamber. The woman to Palpatine's left stood once more, addressing the room.

"We will now turn the time over to those who wish to speak, to debate charges," she declared, her voice echoing through the hall.

For a long moment, no one moved. The weight of the evidence was heavy, and the room was thick with uncertainty and fear. Finally, a voice broke the stillness—a senator from a distant system, speaking out of turn. "This is monstrous! How can we allow these creatures to roam free, let alone sit in this chamber? They are nothing but killers!" The senator's words were met with a murmur of agreement from many around the room, while others remained uncertain, fearful of speaking out.

"Monstrous!" shouted a senator from the Mid Rim, her face flushed with anger. "These beings are not soldiers, they are executioners! What gives them the right to pass judgment and deliver death wherever they please? We should strike them down here and now before they can do more damage!"

A wave of agreement rippled through the room, with other senators nodding, their eyes narrowing at the imposing figures of the Astartes. Some of them whispered fervently, sharing their own disgust at the brutality of what had been shown.

"I second the motion," said a senator from the Outer Rim, his voice cold and filled with hatred. "We cannot allow these killers to roam free among us. They are a danger to every civilized world in the galaxy. What is to stop them from slaughtering our people next? The Republic cannot afford to allow such threats to remain."

His words were met with murmurs of approval, and several other senators raised their hands, eager to voice similar sentiments.

"They must be eliminated before they can cause any more bloodshed," a stern voice called out from the back of the chamber. It was a senator from Coruscant, a powerful figure within the Senate. He gestured toward the Astartes platform. "We cannot allow such mercenaries to add fuel to the flames of chaos. The Senate should vote now—execute them before they destroy all we've worked to protect."

The chamber seemed to shake with the intensity of his words, as more senators stood, their hands raised in agreement. The notion of immediate action sent shockwaves through the room, and the sound of heated arguments rose in waves.

"We cannot allow these animals to be free!" another senator screamed. "Look at what they've done! We have witnessed their savagery firsthand! They've massacred innocent civilians! They are nothing but tools of destruction, and we should treat them as such!"

On the platform, the three Astartes remained silent, unmoving, their faces hidden behind their helmets. The Mandalorians standing beside them said nothing, their posture rigid, stoic, as they too observed the unfolding debate. The eyes of the room remained on them, filled with anger, suspicion, and fear. The weight of the moment seemed to stretch, the Senate on the verge of losing control.

Mace Windu, standing at the edge of the chamber with Yoda, turned to face the Grandmaster. He was visibly agitated, his hand twitching as if he were ready to intervene. His mechanical hand clenched tightly into a fist, his expression a mixture of grim resolve and fury.

"This is madness," Windu muttered, his voice low. "How can they let those monsters roam free?"

Yoda's ancient face remained as calm as ever, though there was a deep sadness in his eyes. He did not respond immediately, instead focusing on the chaos below. "Fear, anger… the Senate's decision clouded. Distrust, suspicion… clouded the truth it is."

Meanwhile, at the front of the chamber, Senator Bail Organa rose from his seat, his voice steady but firm as he attempted to counter the growing momentum against the Astartes. "Please, everyone, let us not be so hasty. We have seen their actions, yes, but we must also understand why they acted the way they did. They are not here as aggressors—there are forces at play here that we may not yet fully comprehend."

The words hung in the air as some senators turned their gaze to him, clearly conflicted. But before they could respond, a voice interrupted.

"Understand why they acted?" Padmé Amidala stood, her expression filled with disbelief. "How can we possibly understand the reasoning behind slaughtering civilians?"

Her eyes flickered toward the Astartes on their platform, her voice rising with the anger and confusion that filled the room. "We cannot allow such violence to be excused. We have laws, we have justice in this Republic. And what we saw on that screen—what we saw was nothing less than barbarism."

Bail Organa looked toward Padmé, his expression pained, but before he could speak, a loud voice thundered from the far side of the chamber.

"You speak of justice, Queen Amidala, but where is the justice for those massacred on Tatooine?! If I remember correctly, these Astartes defended your planet, and you would be willing to cast them aside? How do we even know they slaughtered civilians?"

A senator from the Core Worlds stood, cutting Organa off to ignite the frenzy once more, his face contorted in righteous fury. "These creatures—these Astartes—show no remorse, no understanding of the value of life. They act like gods among us, free to do as they please. And now, we are expected to treat them as guests in our Senate?"

The uproar in the chamber grew louder. Senators shouted over one another, arguing, calling for the immediate execution of the Astartes, demanding that they be held accountable for their actions. The Senate floor descended into chaos, with each voice more heated than the last.

Chancellor Palpatine rose once again, his expression cold, his voice calm, but heavy with authority. "Enough!" he commanded, his voice slicing through the noise like a blade. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him.

"The decision of what to do with the Astartes will not be made in haste," Palpatine said, his tone shifting back to the diplomatic voice that had first welcomed the room. "We will follow the law, and let justice be carried out, but not without proper deliberation. We cannot allow fear to cloud our judgment, nor can we let these actions dictate our next steps."

The tension in the room remained palpable, but there was now a sense of order to the chaos. Palpatine's gaze lingered on the Astartes for a moment before turning to the Senate. "We will hear their defense now," he said, his voice softer but still commanding. "Let us proceed, and then let us decide."

The Astartes remained unmoving, silent, their cold eyes hidden beneath their helmets, waiting for the moment to come when they would have to speak. The room, once filled with anger and cries for their blood, was now silent.

"Civility. How quickly you throw it away," Maximus began, his gaze sweeping over the assembled senators, his voice steady and commanding. "You are all hypocrites. You stand here, safe from the fires that burn the galaxy. Here you hide behind your democracy, preaching peace and civility, yet you plan in the shadows to stab each other in the back."

A ripple of anger spread through the Senate, voices rising once more as the senators shifted uncomfortably. Some looked ready to retort, others unsure how to respond. But Maximus silenced them with a single, sweeping motion of his hand.

"ENOUGH!" he barked, his tone harsh, reverberating through the chamber. "You all sit here in your gilded halls while we fight on the front lines, facing the darkness that threatens to consume us all. You seemed to care little about the actions of those like Jabba the Hutt, who poisons the galaxy with his criminal empire, yet the moment someone takes matters into their own hands, you cry like children."

The room grew still, the sharpness of his words leaving a noticeable mark. Maximus's optics, burning with the resolve of someone who had seen the horrors of war firsthand, cut through the tension. His gaze moved from senator to senator, daring them to challenge him.

"You turn a blind eye to the suffering of the innocent, and when we act to protect them, you label us as the villains?" Maximus continued, his voice growing in intensity. "You sit here, sheltered and disconnected from the realities of the galaxy, while we bleed and die for the very safety you take for granted."

"You want a villain?" he said, his voice steady again. "Then we will give you one. Jabbathe Hutt was a disgusting degenerate, which you refused to do anything about!"

His final words hung in the air, heavy and unyielding. The Senate had expected resistance, perhaps even defiance—but none had expected this. The Astartes, who were meant to be judged, had instead turned the tables, casting the senators as the ones who needed to answer for their inaction.

"Lies!" A new voice erupted from across the chamber, cutting through the tension with a shrill, accusatory tone. A new platform descended slowly, carrying with it another massive Hutt and an unfamiliar, strange creature. The Hutt's appearance was disgusting—sleek and oily, with a proud, almost defiant posture. Ziro the Hutt looked at the Astartes with malevolence.

Ziro's green eyes gleamed as he glared at Maximus from across the room, his tone venomous. "You lie!" he shouted, his voice thick with disdain. "We all know Jabba had his fingers in the underworld, but what you did to him—what you did to Jabba the Hutt—it demands justice!"

Ziro paused dramatically, leaning back in his seat, a long, exaggerated pull from a pipe in his hand filling the air with a strange, thick smoke. His lips curled into a smirk, knowing full well that his appearance, with his reputation and wealth, would shift the momentum back in his favor.

The room was divided. Some senators seemed to shrink back, intimidated by the Hutt's presence, while others whispered amongst themselves, unsure of how to proceed. Ziro's reputation as a criminal kingpin was well known, but in the Senate, his wealth and influence gave him a certain sway.

Maximus's eyes locked onto the Hutt's, unwavering, his stance unyielding. "Justice?" he said, his voice laced with irony. "What kind of justice do you speak of? The justice that keeps the underworld running, where criminals like you slugs thrive at the expense of the innocent? The kind of justice that condones slavery, violence, and oppression? You speak of justice, but it is a twisted mockery of what true justice should be."

The senators shifted uncomfortably. Many knew what Jabba had done to maintain his power—his criminal empire had been a blight on the galaxy for years, and Ziro was no different. Yet, with the Hutt's arrival, the focus had now shifted back to the brutality of the Astartes' actions. Some were eager to distance themselves from the Astartes, while others found themselves reluctantly sympathizing with the sense of vengeance they had carried out.

Ziro leaned forward, his tone turning from indignant to malicious. "You cannot hide behind your righteous words, Astartes," Ziro hissed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You have no authority to be the judge, the jury, and the executioner! It is we who hold the power in this galaxy. You may have slaughtered Jabba, but you only made the galaxy a darker place. You've taken over his criminal empire, and preach that is justice."

The room fell silent again, as Ziro's words stirred deep feelings of unease. To many, the presence of the Hutt and his forceful rhetoric had struck a nerve. He was right in some ways—there were those who would see the Astartes' actions as a dangerous precedent. If the Astartes could act outside the law and with such brutality, who was to stop others from doing the same?

But Maximus stood tall, unmoving, his gaze sharp and unwavering. "You, slugs have corrupted the very essence of justice," he said, his voice booming across the chamber. "You call for justice, yet you fuel the chaos that consumes the galaxy. You speak of power, but your democracy is built on lies and deception."

Ziro scoffed, taking another pull from his pipe, his eyes narrowing with contempt. "You make grand speeches, but your actions are no different from the very criminals you seek to destroy."

Before Maximus could retort, another voice rang out from the opposite side of the room. "Enough!" A senator from the Core Worlds, her voice stern and commanding, rose from her seat, silencing the room. "This debate has spiraled into chaos, and we are no closer to finding a solution. We must not allow this matter to be reduced to a spectacle of petty feuds and personal vendettas. The actions of the Astartes are dangerous, but so are the actions of the Hutts. It is time for us to be the ones to decide what justice truly means for all of us."

Her words cut through the heated atmosphere, and for a moment, the room was quiet. The chamber, once rife with anger and fear, now seemed to hold its breath.

Palpatine, ever the master of diplomacy, sat silently, his hands folded in front of him, watching the developments with interest. As the room began to settle, he cleared his throat, his voice calm but filled with authority. "Let us proceed with the hearing. Both sides will have their chance to present their case," he said, signaling for order to be restored. "The Senate will decide what justice must be served."

"No."

Maximus folding his arms across his chest. "I have heard enough. It is clear that you cowards are only good at sitting and running your mouths. I will hear no more of this. If you do not like our actions, I will simply say this."

His gaze swept across the room, daring anyone to challenge him, his eyes cold and unyielding. The chamber held its breath, the murmurs of senators dying down as they waited for his next words.

"The Imperium has no need for those of you who don't have the stomach to do what is needed," Maximus continued, his voice rising slightly with the power of his conviction. "The time for debates is over, and now there is only one option left."

Maximus turned his gaze to the hovering platform of Ziro the Hutt, who was watching the proceedings with a mix of defiance and unease.

"War," Maximus said, the word heavy, almost predatory. "If you will not weed out the corruption and filth that plagues your Senate, then we will do it for you."

A tense silence fell over the chamber as the weight of his words sank in. Maximus's massive armored figure seemed to tower over everyone as he pointed a finger at Ziro, his voice unrelenting.

"Prepare yourself slug. We will personally slaughter every last Hutt in the galaxy."

The room gasped, and just as quickly, the silence was broken by a horrific, unmistakable sound. Sebastian reached into the heavy sack and pulled out Jabba the Hutt's severed head before he hurled it toward Ziro. The head struck the Hutt in the face with a sickening thud, causing the massive slug to shriek in horror. The room recoiled at the sound, the stench of death wafting through the chamber as Ziro's body trembled in shock.

The gathered senators could only stare in stunned disbelief at the display. Some had recoiled in terror, others in outrage. The brutality of the action was shocking even to those who had come to expect ruthlessness from the Astartes. The Hutt's horrific scream filled the room, but it was quickly drowned out by the angry shouts of the opposition.

"Look at you all," Maximus sneered, his voice rising in scorn. "Such weakness needs to be dealt with in the most prejudiced way possible. Prepare your armies, Hutt. We come for you."

With that, Maximus turned, his massive form stepping away from the platform. The Astartes moved as one, their dark silhouettes moving with terrifying precision. Their platform slid back into place with mechanical grace, and they began to march out of the chamber, leaving the senators to stew in the aftermath of the brutal declaration.

"Maximus!" Chancellor Palpatine's voice rang out, sharp and commanding. He stood up from his seat, his face pale, his hands gripping the edges of his podium. "What you declare is genocide!"

The Astartes paused in their march, turning as one, their heads tilting toward the Chancellor as he spoke.

"It is," Maximus said coldly, without a hint of hesitation. His gaze locked with Palpatine's, his voice carrying the weight of his certainty. "We will kill every last Hutt, just like we did with the Jawas. If the Senate wishes to stop us from ridding such a menace from the galaxy, that is your folly. But you will not like the price you will pay to stop us."

The words hung in the air, heavy with the threat of what was to come. The chamber was silent, every senator's eyes fixed on the Astartes as they turned away. Maximus's gaze lingered for a moment longer, as if daring anyone to move against him.

Palpatine's expression darkened, but he did not immediately respond. The room was in disarray, the senators still processing what had just transpired. Some looked terrified, others furious, but no one dared to speak.

With a final, deliberate motion, Maximus and the Astartes made their way toward the exit, their footsteps echoing through the hall, leaving the Senate behind.

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