You walk down the hallways alongside your four Chaos Marine guards. You head towards the war room, where Kyros is planning the first strike against the Imperium, taking over a Hive World, to secure a huge population that can be recruited from to bolster Kyros' forces ten times. You hum a tune, some old Uwais war chant that you find quite catchy. You feel a wave of nausea hit you, and you pause, as you feel a heavy weight lifted off your soul, and your cloudy mind is cleared. Your collar clicks, and falls off you, hitting the ground. Your guards stop, noticing you've stopped.


"Prisoner, why have you s...?" one of the guards asks, before noticing your collar has fallen off.


"Wait..." he starts to say, as the alarm begins to blare.


"Hahaha! Freedom! Freedom!" Meliodas cries.


Then, you strike. The first guard's head snaps around, tearing his head clean off his shoulders. You quickly set the second alight, shielding yourself from the bright blue flames that begin melting through the thick armor as the guard roars. You teleport behind the last two as bolter fire slams into the hallway where you once were. You blow a hole in the chest of one with a blast of psychic energy, before levitating the last one into the air, tossing his bolter across the room.


"No, no, no!" the space marine roars, shaking and trying to grasp at you.


"Kill! Maim! Burn! Break! Smash! Crush! Slaughter!" Meliodas gleefully chants.


You smash the space marine into the ground repeatedly, shattering armor and leaving him as a bloody smear on the ground. You attempt to orientate yourself, trying to picture the path you took from your room to get here, and remembering where the Penthouse is.


"Brother! Is Prisoner Alpha secure?" a radio crackles.


You turn, noticing the radio attached to the first space marine's belt. You pick it up, as the psychic energy around you vibrates as you talk, changing your voice into that of the space marine.


"Imitate his comrade's voice. Use the Warp," Meliodas suggests.


"We were forced to kill him. What's the situation?"


"Good riddance. Our brothers have betrayed us. The One Eyed Crows, the Black Rats, the Shrieking Harpies, all traitors! The 22nd are fighting, but I don't know whether the majority is with Kyros."


"What's the plans?"


"Kyros has us divided between exterminating the traitors and trying to put down the slave revolts that are taking place. The first and second generation super-soldiers are rebelling. Take your unit, and secure the gladiators. If they have the arena secured, they will have a strong defensive position."


"Understood. We'll get it done," you say.


"Send them to their reapers, brother, and ward off your own one," the radio crackles.


"Glory to Kyros," you say. "Praise the Dark Gods!"


"Nice touch," Meliodas says.


The radio finishes, and you clip it to your belt. You float into the air, hovering along the hallways towards the Penthouse. You pass a trio of shotgun-wielding Bloody Claws, rushing towards the cyro-chambers. You fire a jet of flames, engulfing the trio but don't even slow down to watch them die. Soon, you find yourself in the elevator, rising towards the penthouse. You wait patiently, listening to reports come through the radio.


"The entire area's filled with them! They're all traitors. I..."


"Bridge secured, push forward."


"Fall back, fall back, they're not going down!"


"Rage! Kill! Maim! Smash! Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"


"Leading the charge! Secure Elizabeth Staine, and they'll all... shit! AARGH!"


"Damn it! I've been sealed in! Get me out, dammit! They're coming for us!"


The elevator doors open, leaving you faced with five heavy bolters aiming at you.


"It's the Psyker!" someone shouts.


"Time to die, mortals!" Meliodas roars.

You teleport behind the heavy bolters

You disappear from their sight, appearing behind them. You let out a jet of flames, engulfing two heavy bolters and killing their operators. You twist around, shooting a blast of psychic energy at another, before spitting lightning to kill the last two operators. It's only a minute before you arrive at a massive, thick metal door with an intercom.

You use the intercom

You press down on the button, and a voice crackles through.


"Password?" the deep voice asks.

You attempt to physically probe the man's mind for the password

You feel his mind, and gently test it for it's thoughts.


"Should I have stayed loyal to Kyros? Fuck, I could sti... No, no."


"I wonder if Mimtu needs more food. I should buy more food."


"Is this dipshit going to say Railroad or am I going to have to kill him?"


"It's Railroad," you say.


The door clicks open.


"Alright, get inside. Quickly," he says.

You step inside

"I can smell him. He's here," Meliodas says.


You step inside the doorway, looking into a marvelous palace. There's a huge grand staircase, with above it a massive chandelier of candles, the only illumination for the room. Beside it is an obsidian, bejeweled statue of a dragon, emitting a long burst of flames made from a bright red and orange gemstone, sits beside a marble table laden with roast meats, delicate pastries and fancy wines. You spot Amadeus, lying on a large silk couch, wearing an opened red silk hooded robe. On his forehead is a third, closed eye, while his normal eyes are focused on the girl in front of him, on her knees performing fellatio. You momentarily blush, before remembering that you're an insanely powerful psyker and not a fucking child.


"Drake Amadeus, you're coming with me," you say, as Drake lets out a yelp, kicking the girl off him and stumbling back.


"Shit, it's Karst! It's Karst! Get him the fuck away from me!"


You step forward, before seeing a dozen girls emerge from the rooms upstairs, walking towards the grand staircase. They move with insane flexibility. Some behind back and walking with their heads peering out between their legs, before twisting their heads around a hundred and eight degrees. Some on all fours, their legs stretched back around their shoulders to allow them to walk forward at an odd angle. They move with delicate grace, before they each draw a pair of curved knifes, continuing to walk towards you. You see Drake Amadeus scuttle away from the corner of your eye, but it seems you have a bigger threat.


"Ah, Slaaneeshi whores. Make their deaths quick. They'd just enjoy you drawing it out," Meliodas says.

You fire a jet of flames to hold the Troupe back

You fire a jet of flames, and the Dancing Blades quickly retreat out of the range of your fire. They dance along the edge, waiting to strike.

You head up the stairwell, spewing fire

You march up the stairwell, spewing fire at the Troupe. Unfortunately, as you move up the stairs, this puts you far enough that can't hit them, but close enough that they're within leaping distance now that you're somewhat below them. The Troupe strikes, leaping off the bannisters to attack. Immediately, three of them are upon you. You fly out of the way of one and set the second alight, before the third leaps at you. You back out of their way, avoiding a sword blow, before you're stabbed through the back, and you collapse to your knees, before a blow takes your head off.