However, there are rare occasions where they must fight together. Custodes are to Grey Knights what Grey Knights are to normal Space Marines. It is also said that the Custodes are to the Emperor what the Space Marines are to their Primarch or they are to the Space Marines as the Emperor is to His Primarchs. Starwars emperor vs warhammer 40k emperor. His telepathy and psychic powers on another level than Palps. With Prep, Palpatine could get a wormhole fired up and launch it at the Emperor. It would probably end up a tie, with both dead. The Emperor is more powerful, with tens of thousands of years of experience, and psychic powers that can stalemat the Four Gods of Chaos.

1. The Emperor Of Mankind

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The Horus HeresyThe Horus Heresy by William King from White Dwarf 131 transcribed by???This was found on the Space Marine mailing list, pre-Epic40k. I'm notsure who transcribed it or even what the proper title of the story is,so if you have an idea about either one please tell me. Thetranscriber had this to say about the story:Given the poor narration and detail of this event in the Chaos Codex Ithought many of the newcomers would like to know what truly happened.Even through the shields, the impact makes the imperial palaceshake.

With a screech of tortured stone, an angel topples from itsalcove high on the throne room walland crashes to the marblefloor a kilometer below. It shatters into a million pieces.Splinters of stone flash across the hall like shrapnel.From his throne the Emperor watches his warriors mill aroundin confusion. Motorola customer programming software. This hall holds ten thousand men, seasonedveterans, and all are now panicking. He knows they are morefrightened by his silence than by the enemy.

They look to himfor leadership, and he can give them none.For the first time in his millenia long life, the Emperor knowsdespair. The magnitude of his defeat stuns him. The lunar baseshave fallen. Most of Earth is under the Warmaster's heel.Rebel Titans surround the palace and are held at bay only by thedesperate efforts of a few loyalists. It is only a matter of timebefore the palace's defences fail and the last bastions ofresistance fall.' Sire, what are your orders?'

Asks Rogal Dorn, massive dark-haired Primarch of the Imperial Fists. His golden armour haslost its lustre, is dented in a dozen places by bolter shells. TheEmperor doesn't answer. He is lost within himself seekinganswers to his own questions.He has come at last to the dark place, the time of testing, the erahidden from his precognitive vision and beyond which hecannot see. The moment he has always dreaded has arrived. Ismy time over, he wonders?

Is this where it all ends? Is this whyI have reached the limits of my prophetic powers?

Is this where Idie?He feels bewildered. Even now, with the Traitor Warmaster'sforces battering at the gate, he finds it difficult to believe that hehas been betrayed.Horus was more than a trusted comrade, more like a favouredson. Of all the Primarchs, the Emperor relied on him the most. Notfor a second had the Emperor doubted him, not even when wordhad come from the Savage worlds that the Warmaster wasgathering forces. He had deluded himself that Horus must havegood reason to do so without consulting him. I should have beenwarned by the failure of my precognition, he thinks.'

Sire, what are your orders?' Asks Kane, acting Fabricator-General of the Adeptus Mechanicus. He stares at the Emperor, atrick of the light turning the glass slits of his brass mask intoaccusing eyes. Once more, the Emperor does not reply. Kane'spresence reminds him that not even the head of the Adeptus is tobe trusted. His superior, the former Fabricator-General, haschosen to side with Horus.On Mars civil war rages between factions of Tech-priests.Ancient forbidden weapons are being deployed. Viral plagueskill millions.

Fusion bombs scar the earth.So much will be lost. He thinks of the slow piecing together ofthe old science. The librarium technologicusis in flame now,ancient core data systems in meltdown. The time of re-buildingis over. The Great Crusade, as much a quest for knowledgeas a war to reclaim the human worlds, is ended. TheWarmaster's treachery has seen to that.' Sire what are your orders?'

The Emperor Of Mankind

Asks Saguinius, angel wingedPrimarch of the Blood Angels. He gazes at the Emperor withblazing eyes, his face a mask of terrible beauty.The Emperor knows they rely on him for guidance. They stillbelieve in him.

They think he can lead them from this trap. Theyare wrong.Horus is the greatest the galaxy has ever known. Whoshould know better than his creator? He is schooled by a centuryof warfare. There will be no way out, no loopholes, no flaws inthe plan.

The Warmaster would have to be mad to leave one.The Emperor looks down on the faces of his followers, sees thetrust written there, feels the weight of responsibility it brings.He knows that for their sake, he must try, even if it is hopeless.He casts forth his clairvoyant sight, lets his mind drift beyondthe ruined gardens of the palace, over fields where colossalTitans battle by the twisted light of the sculpted moon. He sees thewhole war spread out beneath him, his pitifully outnumberedlegions being mowed down by the traitor hordes. He reaches upto the sky, where senses the fleet of battlebarges that rainorbittal doom upon the tortured earth. Amid those thousandglittering points, he finds the Warmaster.Hope flickers within him.

The shields of Horus' ship are down.Briefly, he wonders why. Is the traitor's confidence sooverwhelming? Does he wish to witness the battle himself. Or isit a trap? The Emperor touches the ship and recoils from whathe senses within. How could Horus have done this, made a pactwith the ultimate abomination?The Emperor comes to a decision.

Trap or not, this is the onlyoppurtunity he will get. He has no option but to seize it; theposition is so desperate. Even as his spirit returns to his body,the ominous thought strikes him that the Warmaster must knowthis.' What are your orders, Sire?' Sanguinius asks again. TheEmperor's eyes snap open.

His voice full of authority.' Prepare to teleport. We will take the battle to the enemy.' The men smile confidently. They now have a purpose. While hereels of the teleport co-ordinates they move, without question, toobey.A flash of light, a feeling of coldness. They have teleported intothe Warmaster's ship.

The Emperor takes an instant to reorientatehimself and realises that something has gone wrong.He stands in a vast, warped chamber with only a few marines inattendance. The terminators and the Primarchs are not present.How is this possible he wonders. Could Horus have disruptedthe teleportation beam? Is he so powerful?Insane voices gibber madly inside his skull. There are figurestrapped in the stone walls of the vast room. Hands reach out forhim, graps at him with rock like strength.

He shrugs them offeasily. His comrades are not so lucky. Bolters chatter and flashas the marines attempt to fight off their daemonic assailants.A man screams as he is drawn into the dark and slimy walls.

Ashe vanishes, ripples spread from the point of his disappearance. TheEmperor's sword lashes out, severing limbs, freeing trappedmarines. He summons his psychic energies. A nimbus flickersaround his head as he unleashes his power. A tidal wave ofdestruction rips through the daemons, leaving his own menunscathed.He scans about him, seeking the Primarchs but the walls ofthe Warmaster's battle barge are resistant to his mindsight. Hegestures for the surviving marines to follow him.They wander through a ship distorted beyond all recognition bythe warping power of Chaos.

Great sphincter doors distend fromwalls of flesh-like stone. Transparent veins bear rivers of bloodalong the conduits in the floor. Carpets of mucous cover a road oftongues.Winged and distorted things that might once have been humanflit through archways of bone and perch on ledges of rib. Themarines gasp in horror. He exerts himself to calm them,psychically soothing their fear of this dreadful place. All thewhile he scans the area looking for the spoor of Horus.

Heknows now the nature of the pact the Warmaster has made andthe dreadful consequences of his victory.They pass pits that gape like glistenning gullets in the floor andecho the beats of a distant giant heart. They are showered bywaterfalls of stinking yellowish liquid that cascades down cliffsof carved cartilage.

Sometimes they hear weapons fire but whenthey arrive at the source, they find nothing.Mists of rainbow vapour drift accross their field of vision,obscuring corridors of carnivorous stone. Clouds of insectsswarm over their faceplates and choke the extractors of theirairpipes.

They switch over to internal oxygen supply.They are ambushed by scuttling skull-faced things in the armourof marines. They fight off hordes of mutated beasts. One by onethey die. In the end the emperor stands alone. Then and onlythen is he allowed to enter the presence of Horus.The Warmaster bestrides the body of a broken angel. Behindhim, the tortured earth fills the viewport, a bauble for Horus toseize with one clawed hand. Corpses of massacred marines lieeverywhere.Face glowing with internal bloodlight, Horus speaks.

I offered him a position of power in the new order.He could have sat at the right hand of a god. Alas, he chose toalign himself with the losing side.'

The Emperor stands transfixed, trying to force frozen wordsfrom his tongue. In the end, he can only whisper 'Why?'

Mad laughter rings out. You ask me why? Have all thosemillenia taught you nothing? Weak fool, your timidityprevented you from binding the forces of Chaos. You shiedaway from ultimate power.

I have bound it to my will andwill lead humanity into the new age. I, Horus, Master OfChaos!' The Emperor looks at his former friend and shakes his head. Hesees the trap that has ensnared Horus. 'No man can masterChaos.'

He says quietly. 'You have deluded yourself.

You arethe servant, not the master.' A look of rage transfigures the Warmaster. He stretches out ahand and a bolt of force leaps forth. The Emperor screams asagony wracks his body. 'Feel the true nature of my power thentell me I am deluded,' roars Horus, in the voice of an angry god.Beads of sweat stand out on the Emperor's forehead, he steelshimself against the pain. 'You are deluded,' he says.Once again Horus gestures and lances of pure poison searthrough the Emperor's veins.

'I let you come here, old friend, sothat you could witness my triumph. Kneel before me and I willspare you. Acknowledge the new master of mankind.' Desperately, the Emperor summons his power and lashes out.Lightning flickers between the combatants. The stench of ozonefills the air. The Emperor leaps forward, sword raised. Weaponsclash as battle is joined on every level: physical, spiritualand psychic.Bolts of force flicker as mortal gods clash, balancing the fate ofthe galaxy on every blow.

Runesword and lightening claw ringagainst each other with a sound like thunder. Energies potentenough to level planets are unleashed.A backhand buffet from Horus knocks the Emperor through astone bulkhead. The counter stroke tears a supporting columnout of the ceiling as the Warmaster ducks.In the warp the Emperor hears the Chaos powers howl as theyfeed their pawn more power. The Lord of Humanity standsalone against their massed might and knows that he is losing.Somehow he cannot bring his full force to bear on theWarmaster. Horus shows no such restraint.A lightening claw cuts the Emperor's armour as if it were cloth,sheers through flesh and bone. The Emperor ripostes with apsychic stroke intended to disrupt the Warmaster's nervoussystem. Horus laughs as he deflects it.His claw takes the Emperor across the throat, opening windpipeand jugular.

Another blow severs the tendons from his wrist,causing the sword to drop from nerveless fingers.Insane laughter echoes round the chamber. Horus breaks severalribs with an almost playful punch.

A surge of energy seers theEmperor's face, melting the flesh till it runs, bursts an eyeball,sets the hair alight. The Emperor stifles a whimper, wondershow he can be losing. Blackness threatens to engulf him.Horus graps his wrist, splintering bones.

Blood pumps from theEmperor's throat. Horus lifts his foe high above his head andbrings him down accross his knee, breaking his spine.For a second, the Emperor knows only darkness, then a flare ofagony brings him back to consciousness as Horus rips his armfrom its socket. The Warmaster howls with bestial triumph.Suddenly, the battering stops. Through his good eye the Emperorsees a solitary Terminator has entered the room.

The marinecharges towards the Warmaster, stormbolter blazing. Horus looksat him and laughs. For a moment he stands triumphant, allowingthe marine to see what he has done to his Emperor.The Emperor knows what is going to happen next, sees thegloating triumph on Horus' face. There is no trace of his friendleft there. There is only a daemon driven by insane destructivefury.Horus turns his burning gaze on the Terminator and the marine'sflesh flakes away to reaveal his skeleton, then even that is gone,reduced to dust.The Emperor sees the trap that has been set for him. He hasbeen restraining himself, trying not to hurt one who had been asa son to him. Now he sees that there is no trace of his trustedcomrade left.

He knows that he must stop this semblance of hisformer friend and avenge the fallen Terminator. He will strikeone deadly blow. He will get no other chance.He gathers every particle of his power, focuses it into a mightybolt of pure force, more coherent than a laser, more destructivethan an exploding sun. He aims it at Horus, a lance of powerdestined for the madman's heart. Horus senses the upsurge ofenergy and turns to face the Emperor, a look of horror on hisface.The Emperor lets fly.

It strikes the Warmaster. Horus screams asdestruction rains down on him, twisting and writhing in titanicagony. He strives frantically to counter the Emperor's deathblowbut his struggles become ever more feeble as the lethal energiesplay over him.Driven by all the force of his rage and pain and hatred theEmperor wills Horus's death. He sense the forces of Chaosretreat, disengaging themselves from their pawn. As they do sosanity returns to the Warmaster. The Emperor sees realisation ofthe atrocities he has commited flicker across Horus' face. Tearsglisten there.Horus is free, but the Emperor knows he himself is dying amdthat the powers of Chaos may once again possess theWarmaster, and he will not be there to stop them.

He cannot takethat risk. Horus must die. Yet, for a second, looking into his oldfriend's face, he hesitates, unable to do the deed.

Then he thinksof the slaughter that still goes on outside, may go on forever.Resolve hardens within him.He forces all mercy and compassion from his mind, emptiesit of all knowledge of friendship, camaraderie and love. Hiseyes lock with Horus and see understanding there. Then withfull cold knowledge of what he is doing, the Emperor destroysthe Warmaster.Rogal Dorn enters the chamber.

Horror fills him as he sees themutilated form of the emperor and the shrivelled husk inside theWarmaster's armor. He curses himself for taking so long tofight through the Chaotic hordes. He knows now why their attacksceased and why the ship is reverting to normal.He rushes to the Emperor's side, detecting the faint pulse of life.Perhaps there is yet hope. Perhaps the ruler of the Imperiummay live. Dorn will do his best to ensure it.Scott ShupeChaos Magus of TzeentchSend confessions and death threats toAll illustrations copyright Games WorkshopEPIC, Space Marine, & other game-related terms copyright Games Workshop.