"Normal speech."

"Gothic around non-Imperials."

"Mental Links."

"Ship Names."

Hello faithful or new reader. This is the sequel to The Emperor Works in Weird Ways a fairly, if I say so my self, successful Star Gate SG-1 / Warhammer 40k crossover. You should probably read that before this, because a lot of crap isn't going to make sense otherwise.

Any way this book is based in the Atlantis sister series, no knowledge is required from it as I will probably explain everything at some point or if not go find out on the web. Final this is just at the end / beginning of seasons 1 and 2.

On a side note some one said I should put some form of romance into this. I'm not very good with emotions because, well mine are a bit weird seeing as several people think I'm clinically insane. So any suggestions would be helpful.

Thanks and enjoy the show.

He who fell from grace.

The one and only 'Disclaimer': I don't own shit except what my twisted mind produces. Which is a lot by the way, just so you know.

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"A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step." Lao-Tsu

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In a flash of light the Fenrir, Yggdrasill and Ragnarok dropped out of hyperspace above the beautiful ocean world of Lantea. Only to see it being invaded by hundreds upon hundreds of Dart fighters and two massive thirteen kilometer Wraith hive ships. The tiny dart shaped purple tinted fighters streamed from the honeycomb bays of the massive organic hive ship, which were reminiscent in shape to a cuttlefish (kind of squid).

"Tyranids?" Nestor asked confusion clearly evident on his face.

"No, they are the Wraith" The Asgard Vili stated from his chair.

"They feed on humans to stay alive, this of course kills them." Odin added glancing at Angelus hopping to stir up some fighting.

"We've got to hurry and defend the planet before any more people are killed." Ve said franticly.

"I agree with Ve, it is the best course of action." Odin said happily.

"It's not our decision to make. Adeptus Astartes Angelus, your orders?" Vili said calmly.

"Filthy Xenos! Kill! Kill them all! Fire!" Angelus shouted reflexively reaching for a servitor to throw at the wall and any unlucky bastard in the way.

"Understood, fire solutions plotted." Vili said his hands dancing over the rune of his consul.

"All hands fire at will." Nestor said into the vox.

There was a slight pause before streams of bluish trails that signifying the rail guns and bolts of plasma mixed in with the flash of solid rounds burst forth from the Fenrir and Yggdrasill. Not seconds later a literal wall of fire erupted in space as hundreds of Darts attempted to shield the hive ships from the onslaught of human firepower. Both the Fenrir and Yggdrasill flew past the Ragnarok void shields flaring into life distorting the images of both.

"Target locked. Detonators programmed." Odin said with glee at finally seeing the Nova cannon at work.

"All hands prepare for firing of the Nova cannon. I repeat all emergency teams to positions." Nestor said into the vox his voice echoing throughout the ship.

A loud hum filled the room as the lights darkened for a second before coming back up to full strength as massive amounts of power was diverted to the Nova cannon. Angelus could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up from the sear amount of power flowing through the ship. Suddenly the sound of metal slamming shut filled the room and all went dark.

"Umm, Nestor." Angelus said into the darkness of the bridge.

"Yeah Angelus?" Said Nestor's disembodied voice.

"What in the name of the Emperor happened?" Angelus said in a deceptively calm voice. His arm rest was already beginning to resemble the one on the Emperors Light.

"Well, Thor did say the cannon was never properly tested." Nestor said with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh is that right. Well when I get my hands on that little grey bastard I'm…" Angelus didn't finish his rant as the lighting returned and the sirens of the Nova cannon's launcher being fully charged began to wail through the voxes.

The entire ship shuddered as a massive pure white ball detached its self from the front of the ship and sped towards the Wraith hive ship. The glowing projectile screamed through space smashing everything that got in its path. A line of explosions followed it as Darts attempted to divert the near light speed projectile by selling their lives.

Before any one had even registered the recoil of the cannon the closest hive ship's side buckled inwards and a massive explosion erupted from the twisted hull of the ship. The hive ship snapped in two spewing flames and jets of frozen air. One half started spiraling into the atmosphere where it ignited into a huge fire ball and the other floating away from the planet blissfully twirling.

"Ha, I knew it work. Pay up Vanem." Baltus's voice crackled over the vox.

"Screw you I'm not giving you anything. Now get back to work!" Vanem's voice shouted.

"Uptight bastard." Baltus muttered.

"Shut up and get to work!" Vanem screamed the obvious sound of tools being wielded as weapons echoed in the back ground.

"As entertaining as you petty bickering is, what do you two idiots want?" Angelus asked politely and scarily into his vox speaker.

"Oh Brother-captain, you heard that? Yeah, um, well we kinda broke the cannon with that one. You see the accelerators are out of sink now and if we try that again we'll blow up. Have a nice day." Vanem said before cutting out.

"Still it was fairly impressive for a first shot." Nestor said as the burning ball of half a Wraith hive ship smashed into the oceanic world causing a tidal wave.

"Oh before I forget. The power surge to the cannon fried the engines we aren't going anywhere for a while." Vanem's voice reappeared and said over the vox.

"Nestor take a note. Upon meeting the Asgard know as Thor again we are to throttle him and make him eat Ishmael's attempts at cooking. Got that?" Angelus said.

"Nestor nodded in response. "You know that's way beyond torture? I don't even know if we have a word for the horror that you'll expose him to. Some times you truly scare me." He said.

"I do my best. Now let's load up and kill us some Xeno. Nestor you're in charge, I'm going planet side." Angelus said getting up from his command chair.

"But the city shield is up?" Nestor asked as he settled into the command chair.

"Name me one shield that can block a teleport? Get me the most battle hungry marines." Angelus said as he left the bridge.

Nestor signed and pressed the vox button on the arm rest. "Would Brother-Ishmael, Brother-Samuel, Brother-Gideon and Brother-Cerberus. Tactical squads Faith, Fury and Redemption and Assault squad Fear. Please report to the teleportation bay." Nestor said over the vox system.

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First Lieutenant Aiden Ford was not having a good time. Aside for the whole planetary invasion thing he still was pretty much fucked. There was Wraith to the left of him, Wraith to the right there he was stuck in the middle surrounded by very hungry looking Wraith. He swung his P-90 around to try and ward off the encroaching Wraith from his little group. Suddenly the smell of ozone filled the air and sparks began to jump from the walls to the floor of the walkway.

There was a brilliant flash of light which forced every one to close their eyes, Wraith included. On top of the wall above him was a crouched black armored figure holding a wicked looking mace style thing with the head in the shape of an eagle steam arose from around him were the water had been vaporized. The figure uncurled and stood up revealing him to be over six feet tall and heavily armored with a silver skull mask on with red eyes that seemed to bore into his soul. He shivered uncontrollably as the dead but furious eyes of the figure met his. There was a rattle like air being drawn through a vent. The Wraith stared on stunned by the figures sudden appearance.

"Listen up you sniveling Xeno bitches. We're going to show you the Emperor's divine wrath." Ishmael ground out his voice coming out as a harsh whisper.

In a single liquid motion Ishmael drew his bolt pistol and unloaded two rounds into the closest Wraith soldiers. Their head exploded showering everyone around them in blue blood and grey brain. The bodied collapsed to the floor and before any one could move Ishmael jumped down from the wall and landed, causing the whole walkway to shudder as a testament to the power armor's weight, in front of one group of Wraith. The leading Wraith hissed at the marine and lunged at him. Ishmael's Crozius Arcanum flew faster than the eye could follow and the Wraith's head was reduced to bubbling mush on the power weapon.

"In the name of the undying Emperor I deliver his ultimate judgment!" Ishmael shouted as he blew another Wraith in half with his bolt pistol.

Lieutenant Ford blinked once before he whirled around and unloaded his clip into the Wraith behind him. The walkway was filled with fervent Gothic litanies and the screams of the Wraith.

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Elizabeth Weir was pacing around the brightly lit command center of the Atlantis as her people desperately tried to establish contact with the unknown ships in orbit which were tearing a large hole through Wraith. This was good unless they started to attack them to. As she chewed on he last finger nail the faint tint of ozone began to enter the air. Having never experienced an Imperial teleport she feared the worst and when the small group of marine materialized in a flash of white they were immediately surrounded by several armed guards, who wouldn't have stood a chance. Straightening up from his crouched position Angelus removed his helmet and clipped it to his belt.

"Hello Elizabeth Weir. It's good to see you well." Angelus said as the Tactical squad Redemption filled past him and the scared guards. Angelus rolled his eyes he remembered all the shit they went through getting the SGC personnel not to crap them selves at the slightest movement of the marines.

"Captain Angelus what a… unexpected surprise. I heard from the Daedalus's monthly visit that you had taken over the Galaxy so why are you here?" Weir asked as the marine captain scanned the room.

"Long story, but for now where are we needed? The battle ships can handle them selves." Angelus asked.

"Sweep the city. I need you to do a search and destroy for the Wraith that have landed." She said quickly walking off to show the marine the door.

"Okay." Angelus said and activated the vox in his armor. "Battle-Brothers sweep the city and purge all the Xeno filth. In the Emperor's name." He said getting a near simultaneous response.

"You still haven't told me what you're doing here with three massive ships and what I can only assume is a small army." Weir said chewing on her last nail again as several more Darts screeched passed the window.

"I'll explain everything latter Elizabeth Weir. See you latter." Angelus said as he ran out the door grinning like a mad man.

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Colonel Gergori Titov; a middle height, black haired, terminally tired, genius of a man; watched impassively as at least fifty Wraith Darts impacted into the void shield. He stifled a yawn as the Yggdrasill ploughed its way towards the final hive ship the Fenrir not far behind.

"Colonel why has the Ragnarok stopped?" Major Lilia Davidenko; the tall, extremely beautiful, redheaded, shy, Replicon altered Russian woman; asked.

"Didn't you hear, the Nova cannon blew the power systems. Their out of it." Captain David Macdonald; a very tall, brown haired, intelligent, exceedingly lazy man; answered before practically collapsing into a chair.

"Yes, it seems the Asgard underestimated the Imperial device." Titov answered as Second Lieutenant Michael Anderson; the middle height, bark haired, emotionally deranged man; walked passed them laughing.

"You know something I have never seen a man go through so many emotions." Macdonald said pointing to the now sobbing Anderson.

"It a side effect of his depression and the sheer amount of alcohol he consumed in five days. One minute he goes from clinging to Lilia like she's a life preserver and the next he dancing on the tables." Lieutenant Catherine Fisher; a tall, blonde, boisterous, tomboy of a woman; said as she walked up to join them.

"I don't know you think he be fine now. Maybe he broke his brain?" Macdonald said spinning slowly while staring at the ceiling.

"Some help you are." Fisher muttered.

Their conversation was interrupted as three streams of white light shot forth from the ship and gouged out long, deep and black scars across the hull of the hive ship. Enticing jets of crystalline air and trails of fire to spew from them and stream behind the fleeing ship.

"'Bout time we used those." Lieutenant Colonel Fiona Stuart; a medium height, dark haired, very violent, borderline psychopathic woman; said gleefully.

"What ever you crazy woman." Major Andrew Peterson; the medium height, black haired, pessimistic, realist; muttered as he once tried to figure what would happen if you buttered the back of a cat and dropped it.

"David, do you know If well be setting down on Atlantis?" Captain Alex Millar; a short, glasses wearing, blonde, bossy man; asked the near catatonic Macdonald. His reply was an incomprehensible grunt and a slight glance.

The final Wraith hive ship tried desperately to escape it pursuing ships. The faster and more numerous Orillia class had it out matched. It sporadic fire and waves of suicide Darts had done nothing to damped the pursuit. Suddenly the entirety of the rear hull seemed to melt away as it molecular structure was destroyed by the newest weapon of the Imperium. The severely damaged hive ship lost all power as another barrage of rail gun shots and plasma bolts impacted into its exposed innards.

The ship hung in space vomiting fire, frozen Wraith and air into the void. As suddenly as the space battle had started it was finished as the hive ship was incinerated by several high yield plasma torpedoes. A small field of wreckage was left after the blast. The hundred or so Darts left fell into disarray some ramming the seemingly impenetrable void shields others fleeing into the outer system. Those that fled were hunted down by the waves of I-301s that streamed from the massive hangars of the Orillia classes. There were no Wraith survivors in space.

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Cerberus was not having a good time so far he had trashed two labs and some poor bastard's room. Falling over another set of boxes in the dark he pulled him self back up the wall only to come face to face with several scared looking Wraith, well as close to scared as a Wraith could look.

"Oh shit." Cerberus muttered.

The first Wraith lunged at him and Cerberus battle face slid into position. Moving with uncanny grace, for him, he grabbed the flying fist of the Wraith soldier and broke the arm with a twist. Kicking the gurgling Wraith away into a wall which cracked on impact. He struck out with his fist and crushed another Wraith's head against the wall leaving a trail of blood dripping from the wall. A stun blast hit him in the leg and he stumbled forward all feeling lost. Gritting his he locked his armor in place keeping him up right. The two remaining Wraith soldiers growled as their prey regained his footing.

Cerberus drew his force sword and pointed it at the two Wraith. They growled louder and charged him. He cut the first one in half the warp enhanced bale sliding through the Wraith hide with ease. The second one caught him around the neck and pulled him in close pinning his arms to his sides. Cerberus heard creaks and groans as the Wraith applied more and more pressure to the power armor. Cerberus placed on of his hands on the side of the Wraith's abdomen and there was a clap of thunder. The wraith slumped to the floor a large smoking hole through its stomach. Cerberus picked up his dropped force swords and walked over to the still gurgling Wraith, whose arm was almost healed. Cerberus spat in hate and crushed the Wraith's head.

Cerberus's battle face faded and he walked away only to slip on and blood pool and fell flat on his face.

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"This is Brother-Gideon. All auspex read clear. Xenos have all been purged." Gideon said over the vox as his servo arm dragged a mostly complete body back for Samuel to study.

"Understood tell the ships to enter orbit and that they can now enter the city." Angelus replied.

"Angelus will you explain what this is all about now?" Weir asked as several people celebrated around her.

"Certainly, but I think O'Neil should be here as well." Angelus said.

"You brought O'Neil?" Weir asked.

"Well he sort of came on his own. Something about job pressure." Angelus said trying to remember the jumbled explanation he got from his friend.

"Okay, that sounds fine but for now I think that you should bring your men back. We haven't explored the entire city yet and I don't want any one getting killed now." Weir said looking out over the city from the window.

"Sure." Angelus said activating his vox. "All Battle-Brother return to the central spire." He said into the vox unit.

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Lieutenant Ford stared at a grotesque but satisfying sight in front of him. Sitting upon a mound of dead and dismembered Wraith Ishmael was staring up at the sky as he casually beat the head in of a twitching Wraith. The Chaplin stopped smashing in the Wraith head as he received the message from Angelus.

"Come Lieutenant Ford. We have been ordered to return to the central spire." He said jumping of the pile of corpses.

"What about that?" Ford said pointing at the pile of Wraith corpses.

"Easily solved." Ishmael said as he unclipped an incendiary grenade from his belt. The pile burst into flames as soon as the grenade detonated.

Ford shivered again as the outline of the Chaplin was exaggerated by the flames of the burning corpses behind him. The marine marched passed him humming lightly to him self. Ford grabbed his P-90 and ran after him.

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"We've got the go ahead. I'm going down. Anyone coming?" Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell; a medium height, brown haired, casual, funny guy; asked. He got a unanimous nod from the rest of SG-1 being coped up on the ship for four days they all needed shore leave.

"Good then lets go." Mitchell said as he walked out of the bridge.

"I just hope we can find that C'tan thingy." Peterson muttered.

"Look on the bright side for just once you gloomy bastard." Stuart said brandishing a pen threateningly making Davidenko giggle.

"Let's just go." Titov said ushering them out.

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Hundreds of people appeared all over Atlantis in flashed of white light as they were transported down from their ships. A whole new set of problem awaited them as they prepared to search for the god of an ancient race and key to their survival.