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Clash of God-Machines

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fallout or Warhammer 40,000 (you'd have to be an idiot to think I do or claim to), Fallout (C) Bethesda, Warhammer 40,000 (C) Games Workshop. This work of fiction includes some highly graphic imagery because Chaos and graphic, fucked-up shit is exactly what Chaos does in 40K. Do not read if you're afraid of fictional depictions of blood, nuclear fire, and massive spiked Dragon dildoes weilded by tentacled daemons murderfucking hostages, you have been duly warned.

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The rimworld of Xiphus was a desert planet, hot and dry, but as any planet with a mostly-oxygen atmosphere can be expected in a dangerous and uncaring universe, there was life of some variety on it. However, the life that thrived here was of a different sort than the usual inhabitants of such a world. Normally on a desert planet the locals would be evolved for the harsh, dry conditions and only go out at night, but the locals were not even from the normal universe. Flying over the desecrated strongholds of the locals was a spiked, eight-pointed star, a symbol of powers beyond the material universe, the star of Chaos Undivided. The Ruinous Powers of Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch and Slaanesh.

Khorne was a simple god; A Dark God of pure anger, hatred and bloodlust. After millions upon millions of years of sentient beings murdering each other, these malignant and angry energies eventually formed the Blood God, who cared not from whence blood flowed; Only that it did. A God of war, who cared not for the millions of Cultists that were cut down by heavy machine gun fire for his aims, as long as blood was spilled and hopefully something was gained, Khorne's aim of spreading war was achieved.

Nurgle was a more caring god than Khorne, as Nurgle, powered by every sentient being's fears of death and disease, became the Plague God; The Master of Pestilence, whose followers were protected from death by "Grandpa Nurgle" and their bodies rotted slowly away, growing grotesque boils and maggots tore away at their flesh; However, the Plague God kept them alive and from feeling the ill effects, and even when the Cultists of Nurgle marched into heavy machine gun fire, in most cases the wounds caused would tear huge holes in the fetid flesh of the Cultists, but still the cultists would advance slowly over no-man's land in a wave of filth and decay.

Tzeentch, Lord of Change, was a more mysterious god of sorcery, revolution, change, and trickery; His followers utilized psychic powers from beyond their realm and were granted still greater Warp-magicks and guidance from the Architect of Fate in accomplishing their goals.

The fourth Ruinous Power, Slaanesh, created from the debauchery of the falling Eldar Empire, the Prince of Pleasure, the Chaos God of excess in all things. Excess of everything- Sex, drugs, music, food, greed, anything in excess was sure to manifest and grant power to Slaanesh, whose army consists of an army of drugged, sex-crazed cultists guided by her Noise Marines, creating heavy metal so excessive the brains of their enemies would shut off or their faces would melt.

These four powers made up Chaos Undivided; However, "undivided" was a complete misnomer, as the four factions of Chaos would often fight each other and even their own allies for dominance, each member trying to gain the attention and favour of the Dark Gods. However, the activities on Xiphus would not go unnoticed for very long once they executed a raid on a planet whom they had never encountered before...

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"LET ME GO YOU FREAK!!" A rather ragged vixen screamed in terror as the door to her cell on the Chaos cruiser opened and a long, tentacled arm came slithering to her ankle. She tried her hardest to fight it, but the tentacle was far too strong and it grabbed a hold of her, dragging her by her feet as she screamed in sheer terror. However, the tentacled monstrosity, now in the shivering pinkish light of the ship's lumenglobes, soon revealed itself to be a Daemon of Slaanesh, a Keeper of Secrets, and not just a simple Daemon, in fact, it was a greater Daemon. Thirty feet tall, and this one with an androgynous human-ish face ringed with horns and several tentacles despite its other various humanlike features, quite thoroughly gripped the vixen's muzzle, holding it shut as the Daemon called upon one of the more favoured of its Cultists.

The vixen's eyes shot open with terror, as she saw the woman who had tricked her into following somewhere private after a long night of drinking. The vixen wriggled and tried to growl despite the muzzle-lock, but the Greater Daemon simply took that as an opportunity to tighten its grip and hold tight every extremity, including her tail, and use a clawed hand to rip the vixen's meager clothing off. The cultist who had trapped her smiled a tad sadistically at her and blew the trapped vixen a kiss before bowing to the Daemon.

"You have done well in capturing such a prize, this new species of Xeno will greatly help in our efforts~" "I exist to please and serve." The cultist says with an almost evil sweetness, before going to a cabinet and starting to look through stuff that the vixen could not see, but judging by the sorts of drugs and various implements of torture these people had, the vixen reasoned, it was sure to be absolutely horrible, and sure enough, the cultist pulled out an instrument of torture... But not what she was expected and she gasped in horror as she struggled with all her might, to no avail.

It was an absolutely huge metal strap-on, with what appeared to be a button that extended needles when pushed, something that was already too massive for her to take; The "business end" had to be as big as her forearm! At this point she was starting to run dry on strength as the Keeper of Secrets easily held her in place, before injecting a needle into her neck, causing the vixen to yelp. Her entire bottom half felt funny and her fur stood on end, it felt like the heat had been cranked up to insane levels as she started panting through her nose and her slit started to dribble on the floor. After a few seconds she realized what had been jammed into her neck; The solution was to put her in heat!

However, when the cultist ground the toy against her, despite her terror and reluctance, she couldn't help but try to grind against the toy as her mind fogged over with pure need, yelping loudly through her muzzle as the toy was roughly forced in, all the way to the knotted base. The toy rammed into her diaphragm and forced all the air out of her body as searing, unbearable pain tore through her body and she threw up in her maw. It felt like she was being ripped in half and then some! Through the pain, the abolutely horrifying pain, the drugs, and being so roughly splayed out, the incredibly violent thrusting hardly registered as she bled profusely from the numerous torn structures from that injury. The fox didn't think it could get any more agonizing, until, finally, it got a LOT worse.

The cultist panted hard and pushed the button attached to the device, which shot all the spikes into the vixen and sent a violent electric jolt racing through the vixen's most sensitive spots! The pain was so bad she threw up again and bits of her sick flew out her nose, before she blacked out in agony.

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"Is the hostage still alive?" "Yes, we gave her a load of drugs to keep her stable enough to get back to Xiphus." "Excellent work~" "I live to please." Suddenly, however, a large power-armoured Noise Marine rushed into the bridge "CAPTAIN!" "Oh great, what is it?" "We've encountered several auger contacts on the starboard side, they're going to-" The entire ship rocked slightly and the lumen-globes flickered slightly as the ship's void shields took a hit. The captain picked himself off the deck and got to his seat. "ALL CREW GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER! WE HAVE COMPANY!" "We've got damane on Starboard Void Shield #2, Captain, it's at-" The ship rocked again from another severe hit. "...Now 30%." "Do we have a way to get our Macro Cannons on the fucking target!?" "Negative sir! They appear to have some sort of strange in-system drive that makes them too maneuverable and they appear to have heavy bomber escorts!" "DEAL WITH THE-" A loud boom echoed through the ship as the defensive void shield at that location finally broke through and a small group of transports, fighters and bombers appeared suddenly very close to the breach in the cruiser's void shields, the bombers and fighters doing their best to distract the Chaos ship's point-defence weapons from the transports. Though several transports were knocked out on the approach, several stuck themselves to the plasteel-adamantine hull of the cruiser and the metal on the "wrong" side of the doors seemed to start glowing cherry-red. Though the Chaos forces expected a boarding attack and were now preparing, one thing they did not expect was several very robotic-sounding voices.

"ALERT. HOSTILES IN AREA. THREAT LEVEL: RED. WEAPONS LOCKING ON." "ALERT. USE OF LETHAL FORCE IN PROGRESS. NON-COMBATANT SAFETY CAN NO LONGER BE GUARANTEED." "CURRENT OBJECTIVE: PATROL CURRENT AREA AND NEUTRALIZE ANY HOSTILES THAT POSE A POSSIBLE THREAT TO THE US MILITARY AND/OR ITS CITIZENS."

As the robotic voices went quiet, the bulkheads that the voices came from behind suddenly liquefied as a powerful Gatling laser turret mounted in the transport's airlocks finally overpenetrated the bulkheads, turning several Cultists into ash and killing a couple of the ship's Noise Marines, followed by the deafening roar of the robots' rapid autogun fire and the thump and explosions of their guided missile launchers, tearing apart the group that stood immediately to oppose them. Though the robots were rather wide on a tripod arrangement of omnidirectional wheels, they drove over crates and barriers, suppressing the heavy-bolter and heavy-stubber positions that fortified the hallways, providing cover for several smaller, much lighter skirmishing robots that attacked from stealth, Assaultrons with swords and arm-and-head-mounted lasguns and deftly got close to the enemy Noise Marines and overwhelmed them in close quarters with stealth and numbers.

In the brutal close combat, there was soon a viable frontline established at the breech as several more transports arrived, this time not filled with robots of various sorts, but trained elite mortal troops, equipped with black riot armour worn underneath a dark brown duster, a steel helmet and a gas mask with red luminous eyes. Troops armed with a mix of weapons; antimaterial rifles, 5.56mm autoguns, Tesla cannons, missile launchers, flamers, autocannons, even packs of explosives and in some cases, shoulder-mounted catapults that fired small nuclear bombs. With the front line holding, but just barely, as the Sentrybots took some hits from bolter fire, the elite mortals in their armour started to deploy their heavy weapons, aiming expertly for the Traitor Space Marine's helmets, followed by support from another group of mortals wearing T-60 power armour and carrying weapons like plasmaguns, chainswords, Gatling lasers and lasrifles, over time and with numbers and firepower, whittling down the traitor Astartes and sending some of them into full retreat.

One of the mortals with the riot armour, a double amputee NCR Veteran Ranger by the name of Knight, grabbed a hold of one of the nuclear catapults, the dreaded M-42 Tactical Nuclear Catapult, commonly called the "Fat Man" by the post-war NCR. He had seen and done everything in the NCR military and he knew just how powerful the M-42 was, and he had a target in mind. "On me! We go right for the bridge, and lob a Mini Nuke into their controls, then shut the door so the explosion is trapped in there!" "Got it!" One of the less senior Rangers calls out as they continue towards the ship's bridge. However, the advance was still tough going, as the Slaaneshi power armour was still extremely strong, and though the Chaos Marines were undergoing a fighting retreat, actually killing them was tough. The deaths of these Chaotic super-soldiers, however, gave the NCR's power armour some additional weaponry, in the form of captured Chaos weaponry that could more effectively shred through their power armour.

A right turn, a left turn, then another left turn, every step of the way was a slog of attrition, Sentrybots finally starting to run so ragged and low on ammo that they had to pull back, the NCR T-60 operators ferociously spraying their new bolters at the Traitors, aiming for the helmets and killing them, while still taking significant casualties due to the relatively low armour rating of T-60 compared to Millenia 30 Aquila power armour forged by the Imperium before the great Heresy and subsequent Dark Age of Technology.

After an hour-long slog, finally Knight and his severely reduced force of troops made it to the door, as a half-ghoulified technician under his command and his wife, AP, hacked into the door control to force it to open and shut on the right schedule. As soon as the door opened, Knight lobbed a Mini Nuke into the doors and everyone held their ears as the door shut, the M-42 going off with such a massive blast that even behind the blast door, a noticable pressure wave was felt, followed by a second as the uncaring vaccuum of space vented the contents of the bridge into its cold, empty embrace.

However, the ship, despite its course being stable so far, was now starting to nose-dive into the planet, and quickly, the ragged force of mortals had to decide who was too injured to bring back to the transports and who was able to be saved. After scanning several halls they came across a room full of captured slaves.

The now nude and bloodied vixen lay in a fetal position on a very uncomfortable bed, whimpering and crying in pain as one of the NCR Rangers came up to her. "Are you alive?" The vixen yelped loudly. "P-please, no more! No more!!" She screamed as the Ranger gently gripped her paw. "Come, you're not in any serious medical danger of dying, but this ship is headed on a crash course straight for the planet, we won't survive the crash!" "M-my legs won't move after what they did to me..." "Then I'll carry you." She yelped in pain as the Ranger picked her up, even as gently as he could, and the Ranger carried her to the transport, giving her the occasional Stimpak to make sure she would remain alive for the trip to the hospital.

Now that the Chaotic inhabitants of Xiphus had poked the two-headed bear, however, the desert would get much hotter...

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"Now, you're sure the inhabitants of this world were responsible?" A suited reporter said to the vixen, who by now was in a wheelchair. "Y-yes, the Rangers were there and could tell you..." "Out of the way." A rather large direwolf-malamute cross said with a slight growl, standing a good seven and a half feet tall. "Where is this world?" He said with a deep grumble as the vixen eeped and explained where the planet was. The malamute nodded to a ghoulified fox. "Bring out Liberty Prime. It's time for a showdown."

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The ship had landed with the force of 287 terratonnes of high explosive, or 287 trillion metric tonnes of conventional explosives, blowing a massive crater in the planet 50 kilometers wide and 17 kilometers at its deepest, and in one massive blast, had thrown up enough dust and aused enough damage to the Chaotic forces involved that the planet's star was blocked out, shrouding the planet in a night that might take weeks to dissipate. To survive in this environment, one would need to have masks with highly advanced sensors and wear a gas mask on the planet's surface, and wear heavy armour to not have them get flayed alive by the violent sandblasting.

However, just because it was all but impossible for regular unprotected people to be out in this sort of environment did not proclude machines from operating in these conditions, or highly specialized troops. Near one small remaining Chaos outpost in particular, an outpost of the Blood God's worshippers, suddenly a bright red flare could be seen through the thick, dense dust clouds, a flare that told the Chaos commander one thing: There were enemies to fight.

"GET OVER HERE, YOU WORTHLESS SLIME!" "...You called, Lord Sathucius?" The Khornate sorcerer inquired in a smooth, almost silky voice. "Did you see that flare?" "Yes, milord, I most certainly did. "THEN GET BOOTS OVER THERE AND BEAT THE FUCKING PISS OUT OF WHOEVER'S COMING!!" "Already underway, milord, they just have to get their masks on..." "FORGET THE FUCKING MASKS! JUST GET THE FUCKERS!" "...Understood, milord." The sorcerer nodded and went over to the Khornate cultists. "You faaaavour us with your intentions~" "Lord Sathucius says to ignore the masks and just attack the flare." "W-wait, no m-" A split second later the Sorcerer drew a bolt pistol and the Cultist that questioned the order was a red stain all over the tent and the Cultists. "See that? You will either serve in battle or as a sacrifice to the Blood God." Considering the reminder of where their loyalties lie, several hundred Chaos Cultists poured out of the camp and started charging at the flare, with a deafening scream of "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" echoing over the landscape. The Chaos cultists thought themselves invincible and they actually made it to the flare, before a rather large drop pod slammed into the ground, instantaneously killing at least a hundred and two hundred more died from the massive pod's explosive bolts undoing and sending multitonne steel plates crashing into the dust, followed by an echoing, booming voice.

"Voice module online. Audio functionality test initialized. Designation: Liberty Prime. Mission: the liberation of Anchorage, Alaska. Primary Targets: any and all Red Chinese invaders. Emergency Communist Acquisition Directive: immediate self destruct. Better dead, than Red." The 50-foot robot looked around its feet at the wildly ineffective fire put up by the cultists, consisting of crude guns, laspistols, and occasionally melee attacks, and simply said, " Probability of mission hindrance: zero percent!" before unleashing a terrifying blast from its eye-mounted lascannons, melting large amount of Cultists on the spot. "Embrace democracy or you will be eradicated!" Liberty Prime boomed as it took a heavy, slow, measured walking pace towards the Chaos outpost that had attacked it, grabbing a Mark 28 nuclear bomb from its storage container and throwing it at the Desecrated Stronghold, annihilating and levelling the Chaos outpost with one strike.

With that landing zone basically secure, several copies of Liberty Prime, reverse-engineered by the NCR, landed on the planet in the same manner, followed by legions of Vertibirds, each equipped with miniguns and guided missile launchers, supported by IFV's filled with power-armoured troops, two-barelled heavy tanks, and heavy bombers, the Vertibirds following the Titans and occasionally delivering NCR Veteran Rangers to trouble spots to pick off targets or cause other problems for Chaos in guerilla raids, Knight being amongst those Veteran rangers.

Knight hopped out with his hit-squad of Veteran Rangers, heading towards a Chaos trenchline where followers of Nurgle and Khorne would often fight, the Nurglite Death Guard commonly using highly dangerous TP-3 gas that would eat through most protection and using their disgusting resilience to soak up the damage, and the Khornate Beserkers rushing at their enemy with everything they had to try and brute-force their way against the Nurgleites. However, since the Vertibird had dropped them behind the trenchlines, Knight and his squad were pretty well free to cause whatever damage they wanted, so a couple of the Rangers used their stealth skills learned from decades as NCR Rangers, slipping past Nurgle's favoured champions slowly, carefuly, and tactfully, hiding charges of C-4 in areas they were sure the Death Guard wouldn't look, while Knight watched over them with an antimaterial rifle, watching their progress to see if they were ever spotted.

Though the Death Guard were originally armed with Mark IX Aquila armour as standard before the great Heresy that led them towards Chaos, that was ten thousand years ago, and centuries of attritional warfare had rendered the armours they were using highly dubious and unreliable in terms of picking up targets as well as they used to; After an hour of sneaking around, a thousand kilos of C-4 were planted amongst the Death Guard's lines and the NCR Veteran Rangers got into the Vertibird, Knight with detonator in paw. After firing a Mini Nuke at the Khornate warband on the other side of no man's land, he watched and waited for the Bezerkers to get close enough to the Plague God's chosen, and...

BOOOOOOOOM.

Chunks of rotting, boil-covered, pus-filled half-dead Chaos-worshippers flew high into the air and splattered out of sight in the dust cloud. However, in the distance, Knight could see the Liberty Prime units were not shooting down, but rather, up.

It did not take long to find out what they were shooting at.

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"Obstruction detected. Composition: titanium alloy supplemented by photonic resonance barrier." "Revised stratagem: Initiate photonic resonance overcharge." One of the Liberty Primes commented before three of them overcharge their eye lasers, blasting the incredibly powerful Void Shields of the larger and more imposing 74-foot Chaos Ravager-class Titans, gargantuan engines of war that were once built by the Tech-Priests of the Red Planet and regarded as God-Machines, physical manifestations of the Omnissiah, the Machine God, but were now simply corrupted amalgamations of Greater Daemons and a Reaver Titan's already horrifying amount of firepower, Void Shields, and meters of starship-grade armour.

Though a Ravager was certainly a match for one Liberty Prime, its warped mind was not prepared for it to encounter five, three of whom had overcharged their eye lasers and two of which were to throw Mark 28 nuclear bombs at it, and with this show of force, one of the Ravagers overloaded its void shields and the sheer force of the nuclear weapons finally destroyed its venerable plasma generator, causing a titanic explosion that ripped the hull of the proud God-Machine asunder, taking the closest Liberty Prime along with it.

"Catastrophic... system... failure... Initiating core shutdown as per emergency initiative 2682209... I die, so that democracy may... live..." The downed Liberty Prime boomed as the other machines divided up the nuclear payload of their fallen comrade and replenishing their own stockpiles, before encountering another two Ravager Titans and a single Banelord-class Titan, a much better-armed and armoured engine of the Blood God's might, standing at 110 feet tall, nearly double that of a Liberty Prime. Seeing the Banelord as the clear threat, the Liberty Primes threw four Mark 28 nuclear bombs at their target...

However, when the nuclear hellfire cleared, the Banelord was barely scratched, and given the Liberty Primes had left themselves wide open, they quickly fell to the Chaos Titan group. However, though the Titans considered their victory assured, considering the NCR's ground forces were all getting picked up by freighters and moved into orbit, they saw one small laser come from an aircraft to one of the Liberty Prime's nuclear weapons magazines, well out of range of what they could effectively engage at right then, and they were not aware that they weren't the target. One of the Liberty Prime's exposed nuclear weapons became red-hot and eventually, the bombs with their faulty security systems rapidly starting a titanic chain reaction of nuclear weapons detonating nuclear weapons, creating a titanic chain fireball that kicked a mushroom cloud beyond the massive dust storm that the ship had caused, such a massive series of bombs turning cultists into ash and spreading fallout for hundreds of kilometers around, .rendering the already inhospitable dust wasteland into an irradiated Glowing Sea, a post-nuclear wasteland the NCR had endless experience in fighting over, and a wasteland that would annihilate the slowly-dying population of Chaos on the planet.

It would take another few months of constant orbital bombardment, bombing runs, and hit-and-run raids to completely eliminate Chaos from this planet, but this was one less world owned by the Ruinous Powers.