Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

Boom—

Suddenly, the vault area shook violently, as if it had been hit by something.

At that moment, Eden received a warning from the Redeemer Fleet—caught in the crossfire of the intense space battle, this void fortress was now in extreme danger.

Evacuation was imperative!

"Quick, prioritize the evacuation of the biotech in the sealed chamber!"

Eden urged.

By now, the majority of the bio-vault had been transferred. As long as they removed the contents of the sealed Primarch gene chamber, it wouldn't matter even if the rest was left behind.

There would be no significant loss.

Following the Savior's orders, all the Biologians gathered in the chamber, accelerating the transfer process.

They swiftly extracted the gene data, removed the incubation pods and crucial equipment, and sealed the Primarch remains and blood samples into alloy canisters.

All of this was then loaded onto the transport crafts of the Urth Mechanicus and swiftly moved out of the vault.

By the time Eden followed the Biologians outside the vault, the distant rumbles had grown deafening.

He looked up.

Countless wrecked ship hulls streaked through space like burning meteors, their impacts lighting up the fortress below.

Above, swarms of starfighters screamed through the flaming debris.

The Redeemer Fleet's fighter squadrons were blasting away at the falling wreckage, trying to prevent it from crashing down onto this zone.

But without surface-based defense arrays, interception was proving too difficult. Fighters were being struck down here and there.

Eden frowned and asked, "Carter, how is the evacuation of the warriors going?"

He had already issued a full evacuation order not long ago, instructing all Astartes on the ground to retreat from the fortress, to avoid heavy casualties.

"Savior, all warriors have withdrawn. Only we remain,"

Carter replied, as he commanded the Thunder Guardians to establish a teleportation route, escorting the Biologians and transport gear through one by one.

His face was grim.

"According to the Redeemer Fleet's report, a massive wave of wreckage will hit this area in one minute. We must evacuate before then."

Eden inhaled deeply, filled with concern. These precious Biologians and biotech couldn't be lost.

That would be an utter loss.

He looked at the evacuation group and estimated the pace. His heart calmed slightly.

Barring any unexpected events, they should all get out safely.

But just as this thought crossed his mind—

Eden felt a powerful pressure. Not just him—many of the Thunder Guardians sensed it, and even the Biologians detected danger.

They looked up and saw a large section of ship wreckage blazing with flames plummeting straight toward them.

The debris was over ten meters long and weighed nearly a hundred tons. The starfighters had clearly missed the window to intercept—it was falling at terminal velocity.

Worse yet, with no super-heavy firepower present, the Guardians' weapons couldn't possibly destroy the reinforced ship hull.

Eden's mind blanked for a moment.

If that thing hit, this entire area would be obliterated. The precious research gear and incubation pods would almost certainly be destroyed!

Whoosh—

Eden took a deep breath, clenching his fists as his muscles tensed.

This was a situation only he could resolve.

Boom!

With a surge of energy, the servos and jump pack of his ornate armor roared to their limits. He shot into the air, heading straight for the falling debris.

Even from afar, he could feel the searing heat.

Mid-air, Eden halted abruptly, his entire body igniting with purple psychic energy, like a floating orb of black-violet flame.

He fixed his eyes on the oncoming wreckage.

That hyper-alloy chunk—no way to just blow it up.

And it weighed a full hundred tons.

Even in legendary Primarch armor, he could only take that kind of impact if he were grounded.

But falling from above with such mass and velocity? No flesh and blood could withstand it.

Fortunately, he wielded a metaphysical power—psychic energy—that worked even better in this Warp-saturated region.

"Quantum Black Hole!"

Once his power reached its peak—

Eden yanked his hands apart, and with a burst of black arcs of lightning, tore open a 20-meter-wide rift in the sky like an eye.

The spatial rift completely devoured the flaming wreckage, shifting it into the Warp.

Crisis averted, Eden immediately dropped back to the surface and joined the Biologians toward the teleportation zone.

The evacuation was nearly complete.

He needed to leave fast—if more wreckage rained down, even he might not make it.

Thankfully, Eden had bought enough time.

They all escaped the fortress zone before destruction struck.

Afterward, the falling debris blanketed section after section of the void fortress, turning it into near-complete ruins.

…

Bottom Deck of the Dreamweaver, Biological Research Sector.

This bio-lab had been running for decades, with hundreds of Biologians working amidst complex bio-instruments.

Now, new equipment and incubation pods were being delivered.

They were placed in the deepest layers, protected by multiple containment fields to prevent corrosion or contamination.

In fact—

The bio-lab had become the most heavily fortified area aboard the Dreamweaver.

Eden looked at the equipment and the Primarch infants within the incubation pods with deep anticipation.

This haul was a massive gain. It would significantly boost the Savior's territory's cloning technology and give him access to higher-quality clones.

More importantly, it would allow him to create clones of other Primarchs—achieving certain long-term objectives.

He walked up to a pod and examined it closely.

Floating inside was a dark-skinned embryo covered in dark gold runes, with demonic horns on its forehead.

Even in its undeveloped state, the clone radiated a dense aura of Chaos.

A Primarch embryo—clearly destined to be a terrifying figure.

Eden looked at it, clearly pleased. "This little guy's pretty handsome!"

"Savior, the Chaos clone embryo is now in the late growth stage. It's developing well, with high genetic adaptability."

The Biologian in charge came over and respectfully reported.

This cloning lab had been working on the embryo for over two decades.

Truthfully, the Savior's secret biological experiments were just as forbidden as anything Fabius Bile had ever done.

The only difference was that his operation had been running for less time, and his technical foundation wasn't quite as strong as the Clone Lord's.

But now that he had seized the legacy of Fabius Bile's lab, he had acquired top-tier technology—and more importantly, highly valuable Primarch genes.

"Now that we have the Primarch genes, let's put them to use. Hopefully, we'll get results…"

Eden lightly tapped the reinforced glass of the incubation pod. The black Chaos Primarch embryo inside remained still.

It had no awareness—just a lifeless clone body.

To be precise, it was a Chaos clone body created from his own genetic material.

That was the true reason Eden had sought the Primarch genes.

He intended to fuse his own genes with the genetic material of all thirteen Primarchs, and create for himself a powerful Chaos-infused body.

One suited to surviving and operating in the Warp.

A form fit to become the leader of his own Chaos faction.

It was the only option—human bodies simply couldn't function in the Warp. The limitations and corruption were too severe. It was like having constant debuffs stacked on you.

And once inside the Warp, human bodies stood out like signal flares.

They were far too visible—and easily targeted for hostility and attack.

Only by fully integrating into Chaos… could he get anything done.

Eden had been pondering this for a long time—and only recently did he finally make up his mind: it was time to go deeper into Chaos.

But this wasn't a descent into corruption. It was an attempt to confront and embrace his other half.

Because whether it was the Chaos Gods, the Emperor, or his own Warp-born nature as a miniature sun—they were all two sides of the same coin.

Take Nurgle, for example. He didn't just embody death and disease—he also represented life and vitality.

He could bless his followers with overflowing life force, raise them from death, bring fertility and nourishment to the land, turning drought into torrential rain.

It had all simply become twisted.

That life force was given to viruses, bacteria, maggots, and festering plants, accelerating decay.

But in essence, Nurgle was not so different from a goddess of life—his powers simply leaned toward the negative and suppressed the positive.

Even the Emperor—no matter how holy his light—had a shadowy side buried within his divine sun.

Now, the galaxy's Warp was on the verge of birthing a fifth Chaos God—the Dark King, an embodiment of destruction without cause or goal.

Protection and destruction were two sides of the same force.

As much as Eden didn't want to believe it, the tragic truth was that this Dark King, foretold by both Aeldari and human prophets, was most likely the Emperor himself.

If the Emperor's light was ever completely suppressed, then annihilation would descend.

This power of destruction had once briefly manifested.

At the climax of the Siege of Terra, the Emperor boarded the Vengeful Spirit to confront Horus—more precisely, to confront both Horus and the Chaos Gods who empowered him.

They clashed at the boundary of realspace and the Warp in an epic battle.

But the Emperor quickly fell behind, despairing as he realized that unless he acquired more power, he had no hope of victory.

To gain that strength, he did something unprecedented—he embraced Warp power on a massive scale.

He reappeared as a black sun wreathed in lightning, obsidian in form.

His power was so immense it instantly killed all the Custodians around him, transforming them into heavily charred undead husks. He swept across the entire battlefield with unprecedented might.

All daemons, traitors, and Chaos Astartes fled in terror—like whipped dogs.

Even the Chaos Gods were awed and cowed by this destructive force.

From that moment on, they feared the Emperor even more and began using every means and strategy to ensure he never fully awakened that power again.

From this perspective—

Warp energy wasn't the exclusive property of the Chaos Gods. It was a masterless power that anyone could attempt to wield.

Even now, within the Eye of Terror, there were many Chaos warriors who hadn't pledged themselves to any Chaos God. They used the power on their own.

Fabius Bile was one such figure.

He even developed a range of biological methods to wield it, creating terrifying Chaos lifeforms.

Now, Eden discovered that the dark-side transformation of his inner sun had become irreversible. It was accumulating more and more darkness.

So he resolved to confront this power early—to exhaust it or digest it in advance. That Chaos body would serve as the material vessel for the sun's dark energy.

He extended his psychic sense into the incubation pod, gently "touching" the Chaos embryonic body.

That clone embryo was the key to his future plans. He would fuse the genes of all thirteen Primarchs, and rapidly mature it into the Devourer—the Dark Prince.

He wondered: after combining Primarch genetics with the blessings of Chaos, how powerful would it become?

If only there was a way—and if it wouldn't blow his cover—he'd even be tempted to scrape off a bit of bone dust or genetic material from the Emperor's skeleton in the Imperial Palace to mix in and make it even more powerful… and loyal.

"Yeah… I doubt the Emperor would agree to that..."

Eden mused, wondering if he could cozy up to the Captain-General of the Custodians, convince him to unlock the Golden Throne chamber, and sneak a peek at the Emperor.

Then, while the Emperor slept, he'd slip in and grab a tiny bone chip.

But after some thought, he gave up on the idea. It was way too heretical.

If he did that, he'd probably get beaten half to death.

Granted, the Emperor likely wouldn't kill him—he still held half of the Imperium's power, and unless he outright pledged allegiance to Chaos, the Emperor wouldn't go that far.

After all, even during the Horus Heresy, the Emperor had tried to redeem his treacherous sons.

Besides, the Chaos embryo was still in the fusion testing stage—no confirmed results yet.

If it proved successful in the future, and the new Chaos faction made real progress, maybe then he could sit down with the Emperor and have a proper conversation.

He believed the Emperor wasn't so stubborn—after all, even his beloved Sisters of Silence had become warp-warped weirdos, not much different from Warp-touched Chaos warriors.

In Eden's view, humanity couldn't truly threaten Chaos, nor could they linger in the Warp for long.

The entire Imperium was on the defensive—Chaos was the invader, not the invaded.

No matter how many times Chaos was driven back, it was never a true defeat.

This passive defense would only lead to worsening conditions. Populations would be slowly eroded by Chaos, growing weaker and more corrupted.

And by the current trend, things were getting worse.

Even though the Savior's domain was thriving on the surface, it wasn't safe from destruction.

For millennia, the number of Chaos cultists had grown exponentially. The Eye of Terror swarmed with more and more Chaos warriors. Without suppression or reversal—

Humanity would fall into the abyss.

The galaxy was simply too vast.

Eden didn't have a way to reverse the tide… yet. But he had found a contingency plan.

Use Chaos against Chaos—fight fire with fire.

His inner sun's dark side was going to sit there anyway. Whether he used it or not, it wasn't going away.

So why not harness it? Share it. Bless more loyal Chaos warriors who would fight for him.

Even Ka'Bandha could be loyal.

If he could wield this Chaos power to strike at other Chaos forces, and fight on behalf of humanity—then it would be worth it.

And it would drain the strength of other Chaos factions.

Eden was ready. As he reclaimed the galaxy, he would open a new front.

He would walk through Chaos in a dark body—stealing cultists from the Chaos Gods, and giving them his blessing.

And with the Savior's domain backing it—

That Chaos power would grow even faster.

Eden's gaze pierced the wall, toward the chaotic void outside.

That Warp realm was constantly at war—countless Chaos warriors and daemons tearing each other apart for territory.

An eternal war.

But in this chaos, there was opportunity.

His Chaos faction would rise from the Eye of Terror, and push deeper into the Warp—growing alongside the Savior's realm in realspace.

In short, the Savior… the Dark Prince… was here.

Everything was about to change. The dark days of the Eye of Terror's Chaos brethren were over.

They would ride to war under the Dark Prince—and carve out massive new domains!

Of course, building a Chaos force wasn't easy—it would take step-by-step development.

But the good news was, if this raid succeeded and met its strategic goals, he'd have the foundation.

Besides the blackstone, blackstone tech, and ancient relics needed for the Savior's realm—

He'd also score fortresses, shipyards, Arks of Omen, and a ton of dark slaves for the Chaos faction!

All were precious resources the Black Legion had painstakingly cultivated over the years.

Eden took one last look at the Chaos embryo, soon to be injected with more Primarch gene-seed, then turned and left.

Right now, he had a war to win—and a lot of looting to do.

…

Savagal Void Sector.

In the twisted space, the Black Legion's remaining Chaos warships were being destroyed one by one.

The Aeldari's battlecruisers—the Phoenix Ships—glided through the void like shimmering fish, their solar sails gleaming with brilliant psychic light. They rapidly adjusted formations, closing in to unleash las-lance pulses.

Their ships could go from idle to full speed in just a few dozen seconds—much faster than human vessels.

As one Imperial Navy Admiral once put it:

"By the Emperor… catching an Aeldari ship is harder than catching a falling star!"

Against such hit-and-run tactics, the Chaos warships had no real defense.

Ork ships were far cruder. Aside from using lookout towers for gunnery targeting, they also launched swarms of boarding craft.

Sometimes they just rammed straight into things.

Those little greenskins acted like they were free—yelling as they hurled themselves into space.

No one knew if they were ever picked back up.

The Redeemer Fleet, in contrast, played it safe—tight formations and saturating firepower to steadily grind down the enemy.

Aboard the Dreamweaver, beneath the observation dome.

"We're still too slow…"

Eden frowned as he stared into the dark stardust of the void, explosions flashing faintly.

The Coalition Fleet had to wipe out these remaining ships. Only then could they safely raid the nearby facilities—otherwise, repeat scenarios of brutal landings and casualties were inevitable.

He needed the resources of Savagal more urgently than ever.

But time was running out. The Chaos coalition—and Abaddon's Arks of Omen—could arrive at any moment.

The cake was right in front of him… and he couldn't bite it.

The frustration burned.

As time dragged on, his unease deepened.

Then suddenly—he noticed the Aeldari fleet formations tightening.

They were showing signs of retreat…

(End of Chapter)

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