Sitting in their 4-meter-tall room, Stelle, Himiko, and Roboute Guilliman gathered around a large holographic tabletop. Projected on it was a three-dimensional diagram of what appeared to be Bigfoot...
Appeared
Tapping along the edges, Shinji curled his eyes, furrowing at the thought of where these creatures could hide. Ever since they were banished by the Fair Folk of the Stars, they learned to live in the shadows, to tend to the undergrowth...
To suckle from the very darkness itself
Millennia of isolation led them to contact the Dark Forces That Live Outside, embittering their hearts, causing them to turn ugly, unholy...
Evil
It did not help the fact that their Goddess, Titania, Keeper of Stars, Iýa of Beauty...
Had sided with these beasts, toppling their once mighty kingdom, shattering it into many splinters
And all because they had disparaged SCP-1000 as nothing more than mere beasts who had no better value than toppling the Mad First Man
Shit, I don't want to remember those fucking assholes...
Though he had defeated them once and for all, he did not eradicate their entire species. While most of them were killed by Grandmaster Etrigan of the Grey Knights, some, those who were of innocent and untainted blood, were spared, being gifted the gift of speech...
And some escaped, using the accursed power of their fell God, dancing away to THEIR wretched music
Though preventative measures were put in place, they hid better than roaches after a nuclear blast. This made it nearly damn impossible to eradicate them all...
And after that damn Adam blew up the Lantern, who knows how badly IT had damaged the Interdimensional barriers!
"Brother Shinji, from what I have read so far, these xenos scum are nearly impermeable fo any sort of physical, Psykic, or any thaumaturgical weaponry. Though unable to climb the technological tree, their vast knowledge in fell sorcery has made them the ancient superpower that they once were. Only by forcing the hand of the one named Iýa was Hector the Faithful able to stop their rampage..."
Guilliman had no choice but to put his head on his palms, for he knew better than anyone how fucked up the SCP-verse was. Not even Magnus, with all his Warp Sorcery would be able to destroy these beasts, for they were the direct creations of a an Eldar God. The only one who actually had a chance was his Father, Neoth, the Emperor of Mankind, but even he would not be able to defeat them if they came in droves.
Great, just what we need: A mammalian version of Krorks!
Meanwhile, twiddling their thumbs, Himiko and Stelle switched gazes with the Big Bosses, kind of concerned with what they had heard (despite not understanding half of what was said). Though unable to understand the gibberish that was said just now (I mean, she was only born, like, 3 months ago), Stelle nevertheless held up her bat, raring to strike those damn beasts wherever they may be.
Seeing her act all cute and frumpy, Guilliman could help but have the urge to pat her cheeks, for she reminded him of the carefree days of Macragge, back when he didn't know anything about the Great Crusade. She gave him the urge of something pure, unblemished, something worth protecting.
But I believe that there must be something else that has disturbed HIm, for his frowns appear to be an inch thicker than usual...
"Brother, has anything else intruded here...?"
"Yeah. Other than those blasted furballs, I have picked signals that have faint traces of thaumaturgical energy, as well as precise frequencies that carry the signal of an activated Stargate. I just hope they're not from the Andromas Universe..."
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Wiping off the blood from his Beryllium Bronze blade, Gadriel leaned on his pole axe as Habetrot quickly pulled out her surgical knives and chainsaw from the bottom of her pink furry hat. Removing the Drytinal gland from its frontal lobe, she let out a sigh. "Phew, man these Biggies have such thick skulls! Anyways, why do you think they've come here, huh Gadriel? I mean, other than the great Sensei, I don't think these shitholes have any purpose for leaving their rancid holes. I mean, didn't they say hE fell 5000 years ago..."
"Perhaps there may be a kernel of truth in what you have said. But to what extent, we don't know, for Saint Javier is old, unable to locate the location of the great Sire. Even if he did, he wouldn't tell us anyway, something which her majesty greatly detects. I wonder why...?"
Rubbing their chin, they got up, leaving a shocked munchkin, who couldn't believe how talkative their companion had become.
"I thought you couldn't speak!?"
"I didn't want to, not couldn't. You're too much of a chatterbox. Anyways, let's go, I sense another one of these damn beasts converging towards two spirits..."
Grabbing ahold of their smol package, they quickly headed towards where a small battle was occurring, expression stern...
The Children of The Night should not rebuild their empire again...