Warhammer 40000: Xenoarchaeologist. Part II Prequel

[Farseer Petriel]

Hello Eurobricks!

Artlego, Illarion and I decided that I'll make the remaining parts of the Xenoarchaeologist trilogy by myself. I hope that both people who are unfamiliar with Warhammer 40000 and WH40k fans will like this story. The first part hasn't been released here yet due to translation issues, but it isn't required for understanding this story.

This is not a beginning or a prologue of the second part but a trailer for it. Moreover, it's my first theme with photos matching EB requirements to resolution (800x533 or less).

P.S. I hope you won't require a glossary but if you do, answer me.

So, Allons-y!

815.M41

Year eight hundred fifteen of the forty-first millennium AD.

In deep jungle of a far planet, one of the so-called Death Worlds...

-Be careful, Seth. Try not to light some monster's eyes - this jungle is full of them.

-For the Emperor's sake, Troy! Don't scare me. I've been serving in the Guard for five years and I count as a veteran here.

Two Imperial Guardsmen were moving quietly through deadly jungle. One of them called Seth was illuminating the path with his torch while the other called Troy was carrying a vox-caster required to connect with the town. They were the last survivors in their squad which was sent to jungle by the Planetary Governor himself, and their mission was very important...

"Look at this, Troy," they were speaking quietly, in nearly whispering voice because wild animals could hear them.

"Oh my Emperor," whispered surprised Troy.

"It can't be," said Seth.

Imperial Guardsmen saw stone ruins in the jungle. A large stone plate covered with moss and grass looked like a sacrificial table and was likely made by non-humans.

"I'm sure it's that thing we're looking for," Seth said proudly, "Troy, tell the Governor."

But then they heard someone's loud and cheeky voice.

"Puny humies! Duz ya know we'z da shootiest in da Galaxy?"

"Orks! Run!" veteran Seth realized quickly.

Orks pointed their built from scratch shootas at the Guardsmen and opened fire on them.

"Dakkadakkadakka!!!" they shouted loudly simulating sounds of firearms.

The Guardsmen ran quickly through the jungle. They couldn't overcome the superior Ork forces. If they were alive, the whole squad could defeat the Orks but now there were only two survivors. They were lucky that there were trees around them and that the Orks had usually poor shooting skills.

Seth hid from Orkish bullets behing the bush and shot the Orks with his lasgun. Troy thought that was rather stupid.

"If you want to die for the Emperor, I don't think now is the best time!"

And he was right. An Orkish bullet mortally wounded the overconfident veteran. The torch fell from his hand and blew out.

Troy didn't look back. He had no time to take his killed fellow. He hid behind a tree and decided to call the Governor.

While Orks were trying to find the puny humie, the Guardsman took his vox caster.

"Lord Governor, sir." he said quickly because every second counted, "We've found some ruins to the west from the river! Mission accomplished."

"Good job, Guardsman," Governor said and drank amasec from his goblet, "Transmission over."

And he hung his vox.

Guardsman Troy put his vox caster down and saw the strangest Ork he'd ever seen. That Ork had a primitive wooden peg leg and his head was covered by lots of Hairy Squigs (Xenobiologist's note: Orks do not grow hair so they use hair-like parasites instead). He was holding a mushroom common in this jungle and a wooden staff with feathers.

"Ya remind me somefink of," the Ork said slowly. He was looking at Troy with his mad red eyes.

The Guardsman tried to yell but he couln't. He wanted to shoot the Ork with his lasgun but some unknown power stopped him. Also other Orks with shootas appeared near the weird Ork.

"Mumbo-jumbo, hocus-pocus, alakazam!" the Ork was singing joyfully.

Troy called the Emperor in spirit but that didn't help him. Shining lightning bolts appeared from the Ork's staff and the Guardsman's head exploded.

Orks laughed in concert.

Meanwhile, aboard the colossal spaceship carrying a part of the once mighty Eldar race...

The wise Farseer of this Craftworld who lead his people since olden times, was lost in thought. With his psychic abilities he saw threads of destiny and all their cobwebs. He saw dozens of possible futures but he didn't know what to do for making one of them a reality.

And one human visited him in visions. He didn't know him but his face pursued him in dreams. The Farseer closed his eyes and tried to track that human in the future but he saw only ancient ruins belonging to a race older than the Eldar...

He called Autarch Erestril, a commander-in-chief of the Craftworld's warhost.

"The runes told me that death would come to the same place as earlier, Erestril," the Farseer said in calm and vocal Eldar voice.

"I'll rally the warriors, Farseer," Autarch responded.

"There is no need," Farseer refused, "I'll go there alone".

There was horror in Autarch's clear eyes. And a human head continued to look from the crystal ball...

"So gentlemen," the Governor invited Lord General of the Imperial Guard and Master of planetary Administratum, "We have urgent business."

"At first, we need a XENOARCHAEOLOGIST," the Governor declared.

Interesting facts (some behind-the-scenes and trivia). Please read after the story.

-I planned to make jungle on a brown plate but they looked bad so I made them on a green one.

-Names Seth and Troy belonged to Dalaran prison guards from Warcraft III.

-The Master of Administratum's ponytail is a reference to Jader Trice from Ravenor series.

Edited August 3, 2013 by Farseer Petriel

[Illarion]

Eurobricks has never seen this very difficult kind of art.

I really expect this.

[robuko]

I don't know anything about Warhammer but I do like this very much. Great presentation and story

[Illarion]

Oh, I fell it will be greater!

[Little_russian_AFOL]

very good. Vidyashiy from phantoms.su , is tht you?

[Farseer Petriel]

Thanks!

Vidyashiy from phantoms.su , is tht you?

Yes, it's me