Chapter 59

Chapter 59: The Bargain for the Genesis

Predictably, the Adeptus Mechanicus erupted in protest. That was to be expected—not protesting would've been suspicious.

But Isis remained composed. She had seen enough to anticipate this reaction.

"The situation on Macragge is deteriorating," she said, her voice calm and measured, "and you've realized by now—it's almost impossible to open another stable Warp corridor."

Almost on cue, the ship's Navigator spoke up, his voice tense.

"Captain Haider, it's true. The shadows cast by those alien ships... they're smothering the Warp routes. Our navigation has become dangerously unstable."

The psychic presence of the Tyranid swarm was already infamous for disrupting Warp travel. Their very existence contaminated the Immaterium, making astropathic communication and travel a nightmare.

If Isis hadn't possessed the psychic strength to shine like a beacon through the Warp shadows, it's likely she wouldn't have been able to contact the Genesis at all.

She pressed the point.

"I can open a Webway Gate—one that leads directly to Macragge. You know what choice you must make."

Captain Haider narrowed his eyes. "Why are you helping us?"

"I told you," Isis replied evenly. "I want your ship. If you continue fighting, the Genesis will be too damaged to be useful. My god has no interest in broken toys."

A reader once summarized it perfectly: it was like owning a Mercedes G-Wagen, but in a desperate rush, you end up abandoning it to board a high-speed train.

You suffer the loss—but you still make it home.

Captain Haider was no fool. As much as it pained him to consider giving up the Genesis, the betrayal of the Word Bearers was bigger than anything he'd anticipated. If they had turned against the Imperium on his watch, there was every chance their treachery had already reached Macragge.

Still, he had faith in his brothers. The defenses of the Ultramarines' homeworld were second only to Terra itself.

"I want to hear Captain Wade's opinion," Haider said, turning to his subordinate.

Wade spoke with grim clarity. "Sir, I recommend we return to Macragge immediately. The Word Bearers' betrayal isn't an isolated event. There could already be mass casualties among the Ultramarines."

Back during the dark days of the Great Betrayal, the destruction storms summoned by the Word Bearers plunged the galaxy into chaos. Even Roboute Guilliman had feared the fall of Terra itself—and that fear had driven him to establish the Second Imperium with the Lion and the Angel.

Fortunately, this company of Ultramarines had no idea the Second Imperium ever existed. Otherwise, if Haider returned shouting "Is the Second Imperium still standing?" Guilliman might just respond with a Sea Tiger Fist.

Captain Haider made his decision.

"Captain Wade, your loyalty is unquestioned. This is our only viable option. Begin preparations to land on the planet. Let's meet this... mysterious emissary and learn more about this so-called god she serves."

The Genesis initiated atmospheric descent toward the wild, Ork-infested planet below. The landing zone chosen was within the anomalously safe territory ruled by the titanic creature known only as Godzilla.

Strangely, the Tyranid vessels ceased pursuit once the battleship entered orbit. Their attention shifted back toward the true prize—Planet Godzilla itself. Its biomass and unique biosignature were far more enticing than a single Imperial warship.

As the Genesis descended, Haider and his Ultramarines caught their first glimpse of the beast.

From a ship that spanned several kilometers, the 55-meter-tall Godzilla looked no bigger than a rat. Yet despite the massive scale difference, Haider could feel it.

"In the Emperor's name... what is that?" he breathed.

Even a veteran of the Great Crusade like Haider had never seen anything like this.

Godzilla didn't just look powerful—he radiated dominance. The sheer presence of him made every other xeno Haider had encountered seem laughably insignificant.

"That... is Godzilla," murmured the Navigator. "And I cannot peer into his mind. His presence in the Warp is... overwhelming. He blazes brighter than the Eye of Terror itself... locked in some kind of cosmic battle and—ahh!"

The Navigator screamed, collapsing to the deck. Blood poured from his third eye.

His psychic senses had glimpsed something terrible—part of the Realm of Slaanesh, entangled in Godzilla's Warp projection.

He was lucky. The Emperor's blessing protected him. Lesser psykers would have been reduced to Chaos Spawn on the spot.

Godzilla, meanwhile, showed no interest in the descending ship. His focus was entirely on the Genesis itself.

Isis understood. Godzilla had a strange affinity for humanity—something tied to the forgotten history of ancient Terra. But even she didn't dare ask why he refused to return there, even now that he could.

To question the god's will would be blasphemy. Her role was to serve, not to understand.

The Genesis landed with thunderous weight, carving a deep crater into the alien soil. A ship of its size was never meant to touch down on a planet's surface—escape velocity alone would be a nightmare. But they had no choice. The swarm would destroy them if they remained in orbit.

Outside, hundreds of Tyranid hive ships still loomed in the void.

As the side ports opened, Captain Haider emerged at the head of a squad of Ultramarines. His ornate Terminator armor gleamed in the sun, helmet off, face proud and unafraid.

"I'm pleased you chose to speak with me," Isis said, stepping forward with a polite nod.

Haider studied her. She looked... mostly human. But something about her wasn't right.

"Are you human?"

"That's not important. Consider me something akin to the Eldar. Come. I'll keep my promise and lead you to the Webway Gate."

Haider raised a hand. "Wait. What will happen to the rest of my crew?"

Isis turned her head slightly.

"As long as they don't provoke us, they'll be kept safe. Once we assume control of the ship, we'll either transport them to Imperial space... or, if you prefer, you can take them with you to Macragge."

Haider hesitated. Macragge's safety wasn't guaranteed. He decided the best option was to leave the non-essential crew behind and evacuate only the Ultramarines and critical assets.

Too many of his brothers had died fighting the Word Bearers already. The pain of betrayal ran deep.

Strangely, these aliens—these xenos—felt more trustworthy than the traitors who once called themselves sons of the Emperor.

Isis tilted her head.

"You're not like other humans. The last one I met tried to shoot me the moment he saw me. Called me a heretic. Nearly blew my head off."

"Heh."

Haider chuckled grimly. He wasn't about to try that. Something told him Isis could snap his neck like kindling if she wanted to.

And then there was him.

Godzilla.

The titan still ignored them, his full attention focused on the Genesis. Haider followed his gaze and understood.

Godzilla liked the ship.

Really liked the ship.

'Emperor's breath... he's going to board it, isn't he?'

The enormous creature slowly lumbered toward the hangar bay. As his colossal foot touched the armor plating, the deck groaned and creaked beneath his weight. The hangar was tall—tall enough that Godzilla's head could just avoid scraping the ceiling.

'Even I can fit in this thing,' he thought. 'And now I can do space jumps too!'

Servitors in the hangar froze, staring up in awe and fear. Some workers dropped their tools.

One of them whispered, "He's not gonna eat us... right?"

No, Godzilla wasn't going to eat them.

As long as no one bothered him, he was less dangerous than a can of "Antbull"—the infamous meat product issued in Imperial Guard rations.

And compared to that, Godzilla was practically benevolent.

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