Warhammer: Rip and Tear, the Primeval

Authors Note: new to warhammer in general. Please be kind if I fuck something up. I promise I'm not doing it on purpose. Just let me know and I'll try to fix it.

One more thing, I know Spartans are relatively weak in comparison to the warhammer space marines. I plan to make the mc a bit of a special case. You will see. Just don't knock it till you try it.

Enjoy the chapter.

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Zane Pov

I had a good life. One filled with friends and family. Laughs and love. I still remember the look of pride in my fathers eyes when I decided to go be apart of special forces, as well as the fear in my mothers own visage.

But her tears would not deter me. I'd spent my life playing in the woods hunting things, building fires, sneaking up on animals and people alike.

My only path led to the armed forces. And I decided early that if I was going to go then I'd go all the way. That's how I ended up in Delta.

The guys nobody knows about. The shadows that protect and seek no recognition.

Everything was good. I was 23 years old and on my last day of my first deployment. That's when it all went to hell.

We were hit by a perfect mortar round. After that everything became a blur of motion, blood, and gunfire.

My last memory before the darkness took me was the unbelievable force of a 7.62 round hitting me in the chest. After that it's just a slow, cold descent into the black.

However, a deep, voice echoed in my head as I drifted into the darkness.

They are rage. Brutal, without mercy. But you, you will be worse. Rip and tear until it is done.

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I shoot up into a sitting position and try to feel for the bullet hole but my arms are chained to the odd looking table I'm on.

As my mind runs a mile a second, I hear an ear piercing screech from my right. Looking over I see what I can only describe as a demon. It's mangled flesh and the aura surrounding it make my senses go into overdrive.

What happens should be impossible. My unfamiliarly large arms strained against the thick chains before breaking them. In the back of my mind I make a note that this has to be adrenaline, there's no human being capable of breaking chains like I just did. Such things were used to hold down power equipment when being transported last I remember; they Definitely didn't shatter with a bit of effort under human pressure.

All these thoughts came to a sudden stop when the demon came upon me.

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Thankfully, I found an odd looking gun on the floor opposite the demons approach. With a quickness I immediately knew was unnatural, in fluidity given the situation I faced.

But I was a soldier, and seeing the gun along with the approaching threat left all other thoughts as background noise. In three shots the thing was dead. A technique called 'Mozambique'.

My breathing began coming back to normal as I checked my body thoroughly. What was once a slender runners frame with the accumulated muscles that come alone with military training had turned into something again that was unnaturally….perfect.

I'm not vain by any stretch of the imagination. I'm all about advancement and efficiency. But the body before me looked as though flesh had been replaced by sculpted marble.

I only had pants and combat boots on in addition to this energy pistol that shouldn't be possible given what I know about current technology. I was apart of one of the most covert and highly equipped teams on the planet. Such weaponry, had it existed, would've at least been whispered about in the teams. Such things are impossible to keep hidden.

I shake my head of these thoughts. It's time to get moving. I can worry about the existential crisis thing later. Something tells me I'm far from safe.

Turning toward the door I see a futuristic looking display on the wall. I walk toward it and spot a section that says, 'Begin Playback,' I press on it to prompt the playback so I can get something. Anything in the way of information that doesn't lead to another impossibility.

What I see shocks me. A Hologram. An Actual hologram comes from the closed door into the room. It's a shadowy figure, covered in robes. What I can ascertain about his person though is the clearly mechanical arm. Cold steel and machine where should he flesh and blood.

I don't get much more time to analyze as the projection begins. It moves toward the table I came off of and I see a person on their knees on each corner of the what I now recognize as a sarcophagus… if a bit of a weird one.

I see a symbol I don't recognize on top of it. But before I can do more the playback cuts out as a tremor rings throughout the building. The door opens and I begin my quest into this crazy situation.

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Again, I'm a soldier, corners and hallways are moved through with a discipline that was literally drilled into my head over and over and over during training. A lot of people wonder what we do with our time? CQB.

Like the shadows I operate so well in, I move down the hall with predators Grace.

It's a short hallway thank goodness, and at the end I see something that tugs at my heart. I don't know why, but all my training goes out the window as I approach an impossible armor. Similar to the ones I remember from video games but different too.

A black power armor. That's the only way I can describe it. It's got a black cloak that reminds me of a wolfs fur on the back. But I'm more of a lion guy myself, so I liken it to a mane.

As soon as I step into reach of the armor the same symbol that was on the sarcophagus glows an eerie red.

Piece by piece I put it on. Looking down at the helmet I see my reflection for the first time. What greets me is what I've come to expect after seeing my body, a face looking like a statue.

I sigh and put the helmet on marveling at the systems lighting up inside and a voice I don't recognize speaking, "come find me. Your destiny awaits."

Rage builds up inside of me when I hear that and smash the nearby wall, putting my fist through solid metal.

Before I can wonder at that two mechanical arms drop down revealing a sheild bearing the same mark as my armor as well as a shotgun that looks based off the double barrel I remember, if a bit more futuristic than anything I'd seen other than the pistol at my side.

I make to grab the sheild when i flys into my arm like captain America on roids. Cool. But I shake that off as I begin to make a note of why This arm. I always fought southpaw even if I'm right handed, this will make it easier to produce power with my left arm while I try to shoot this big ass gun with my right.

As I'm inspecting the Shield I see a lever on the grip. Grabbing it a chainsaw like blade appears on the rim of the shield. "Badass," I say outloud. My new ethereal sounding voice is forgotten as I find a pull chord that gives me the effect I'd thought it would. The chainsaw like blade began moving. Gripping the lever harder I find it speeds the blade up.

This is by far the coolest weapon I've ever seen, if a bit dark ages. Now that I realize it the more I look at my surroundings the more I see a futuristic medieval asthetic to everything around me.

I make my way through more hallways that have dead bodies all through the corridors. I stop and aim at any sound, but soon find the end to go outside. Before I do I drop down and inspect the guard I can still recognize as human. His armor isn't bad, but not on the level of mine. He bears a gun similar enough in design to the one at my hip to let me know it's the rifle version.

I see a symbol on his chest and wipe the blood off of it to get a clear look.

What I find freezes my blood. Things begin to fall into place.

Sitting on the chest of the dead man is a two headed eagle I'm all too familiar with. The imperial Aquila from a fantasy universe called warhammer. A story of endless war, greed, and suffering between all sentient beings in the galaxy only fueling the dark forces that cause such things.

This place is a cycle of madness, and if anything I've begun to piece together about my new 'abilities' is true, my fate is to be right in the middle of such madness.

That realization send me into a rage. One I can't recall. All I remember is hearing my own scream.

Such a raw sound. One that carried all the weight of my recent discoveries. What I'd lost in return for what I'd gained.

The sound carried Rage and sorrow in equal measure.

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3rd Pov

What Zane didn't know, is that his cry echoed throughout the known universe. His realization had led to his psychic awakening. His normally green eyes turned completely silver. Like two pieces of molten silver contained in between his eyelids. All psykers, both awakened and not, heard this cry echo through the warp like a physical blow. Inexperienced psykers across the galaxy from every race began to break down, causing mass panic among all the warring races.

Fear ran rampant. What manner of being had been born to echo through the warp with such power?

And even worse… what will such being do now that it's arrived?

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Authors note: hey guys, any of you who came from my other stories are probably wondering why I haven't posted. I've had things going on and found warhammer at the perfect time. This is my attempt at putting an mc into what's quickly become my favorite setting in all of fantasy.

For those who love the subject of warhammer like me, please be polite in your critique until the story really gets going. I'm just trying to put thoughts to paper to see the response to the initial idea right now.

Anyway, love and peace friends. See ya.