Merry Christmas everybody, sorry about the delay, but here is the first chapter of a revamped Imperium Effect as promised.

Warning, Potential Bad Grammar!

Somewhere in the warp

The gods of chaos were livid. Well, at least Tzeentch was. After all, his carefully laid-out plan was ruined by that 11th legion pipsqueak, ruining things was his thing, now it meant that he had to start at square one again! As the architect of fate continued his internal rant, Slaneesh suddenly jumped on his back and proceeded to hump him, causing the Lord of change to try and shake off the psychotic addict while Nurgle gargled about a new disease he created and Khorne chugged some blood from one of his skull mugs. After a few moments of chaos (no pun intended) a new presence made itself know, causing the four dark gods to resume their original positions upon noticing their new 'business partner', a man with a brown slightly-grey beard dressed in a simple grey suit with gold trimmings Upon finishing his drink Khorne was the first to break the silence, "so you finally decide to show up."

The new arrival simply shrugged and replied with a casual tone, "I was simply finalizing a contingency plan for our coming offensive."

Tzeentch suddenly snapped at the response, "WHAT PLAN!? EVERYTHING IS RUINED, ALL CHANCES OF CORRUPTING HORUS GONE, OR ANY OF THE PRIMARCHS FOR THAT MATTER! WHO, DO TELL, IS WORTHY OF BECOMING OUR NEW WARMASTER!?"

The man merely smiled and said as he pulled out a few files (where in the warp did he get those) "I have the perfect candidate, as well as a few potential champions for the four of you."

With that the man handed the files to the four deities and as they looked over them, Khorne threw a question to the others, "isn't this Abbadon guy Lupercal's number two?"

Tzeentch was the one to giddily reply, "oh he is, I do love a good backstabbing. hehehe."

Nurgle then spoke up with his trademark gargled voice, "so when do we make our move?"

Before the man could answer, Slaneesh spoke with a reasoning that caught everyone off guard, "need I remind you all that the Emperor is near to finding his last son? If he does we may as well be facing a unified humanity."

The man simply replied in a to-the-point tone, "don't worry, I have agents working on removing him from the equation. Just be ready to move when I give the word."

With that he bade farewell to the four dark gods, leaving them with a single thought on their collective minds, 'you better know what you're doing.'

Once he was out of sight, the man pulled out a old worn picture showing the faces of himself and the self-proclaimed 'Emperor of Mankind' which he then crushed in his fist while saying to himself, "soon, I will finally have my revenge."

...

Terminus System,
Near Citadel Space

On patrol within the Terminus system, the crew of the Normandy went about their duties as Joker engaged the stealth systems, "disengaging FTL drives...emission sinks active...board is green...we are running silent."

As Joker finished the rundown Pressly decided to provide his opinion on the matter, "we're wasting our time, four days searching up and down this sector, and we haven't found any sign of Geth activity."

"Three ships went missing here in the past month. something happened here."

"my money's on slavers, the Terminus system's crawling with them."

Suddenly an ensign monitoring surveillance systems piped up, "picking up something on the long-range scanners. Unidentified vessel. Looks like a cruiser."

Joker then continued the status update, "doesn't match any known signatures."

"Cruiser is changing course. Now on intercept trajectory."

This update caused Pressly to comment with concern, "can't be. Stealth systems are engaged. There's no way a Geth ship could..."

Before he could finish, Joker announced with alarm, "it's not the Geth. Brace for evasive maneuvers!"

As he said that the unknown cruiser suddenly opened fire on the Normandy, piercing the hull in multiple areas, the resulting explosions incapacitating much of the crew including Pressly. The Ship then devolved into chaos as crew members began rushing every which way trying to maintain the ship as Joker ran diagnostics, "kinetic barriers down...multiple hull breaches...weapons offline...somebody get that fire out!"

Meanwhile Ashley Williams made her way down to engineering where commander Shepard was said to be. Upon finding him there the commander began to speak as he went about setting up a distress beacon, "distress beacon is ready for launch."

"Will the Alliance get here in time?"

"the Alliance won't abandon Us. We just need to hold on. Get everyone to the excape shuttles."

"Joker's still in the cockpit. He won't abandon ship, I'm not leaving either."

"I need you to get the crew onto the evac shuttles. I'll take care of Joker."

With that the commander proceeded towards the bridge as Ashley just stood there, causing him to turn towards her one last time, "Ashley. Go. Now."

"Aye, Aye."

As Williams proceeded with evacuation efforts, Shepard made his way towards Joker, whom he found attempting to send out a distress beacon, "mayday, mayday, mayday. This is the SSV Normandy..."

"Come on Joker! We have to get out of here!"

"No! I won't abandon the Normandy! I can still save her."

"The Normandy's lost. Going down with the ship won't change that."

That seemed to finally convince Joker as he relented by saying, "yeah okay...help me up."

Before Shepard could do so however, Joker said with alarm, "They're coming around for another attack!" Signaling another shot from the ship causing more damage to the Normandy.

Afterwards Shepard finally managed to get Jokers arm around his shoulder, resulting in a pained cry from him, "ah! Watch the arm!"

After a slog through the ship they managed to find a single operational escape shuttle. Unfortunately as Shepard got Joker strapped in, the pressure in that part of the ship collapsed, sucking him into the cold void and slicing his oxygen in the process.

Meanwhile on the offending ship, a Mercenary by the alias of Death striker watched the wreckage with grim satisfaction as his lieutenant gave a report, "sir the Normandy has been destroyed and Shepard has been confirmed as one of the casualties. Shall I give the order to terminate the pods."

"No, Shepard was our target. Notify the boss that the deed's been done."

"Yes sir."

...

In Orbit above Mechanicus forge World Designate Accatran, Ultima Segmentum
Wings of Freedom Flagship Shigonshina's Vengance

The Emperor of Mankind was pleased with the Progress of the Great Crusade, the Ullanor Crusade was at an end, and the Unification of Humanity was complete. And then there was the XI legion to consider, their Primarch Eren was doing well under Perturabo's tutelage, Perhaps it was time that he get to work on the Human webway and let his sons take over Military matters. Before he could think on it any further, his mind was suddenly assaulted by a series of visions of a burning ship centered on a man he recognized as his last son possibly meeting his demise. The shock of this revelation forced the emperor to his knees, drawing the attention and concern of his longtime companion and caretaker, whom he had taken to calling 'kitten', "my lord are you alright."

"My last son, I know where he is."

Some things to clear up,

I admit this is not my best chapter I admit, If anyone is willing to beta read this from now on please PM me.

Yes, I chose Eren Jeagar (please tell me if I misspelled his name, also I don't own him) as the lost Primarch of the XI legion the Wings of Freedom (which I do claim rights to) figured it would be good plot material. If I get 10 requests before Jan 12, I will write the backstory behind that.

You'll find out the Identity of the mystery guy eventually, but I will say this he was very close to the Emperor.

Death Strike will not appear much in this story so I just picked a random name and went with it.

I will Introduce the II legion later.

I don't own Mass Effect or 40k

Any relations to existing fanfics is completely coincidental.

Signing off

BlackPhantom247