Night Lord In Equestria
>You’ve been in the warp for too long.
>The whole damn ship is shaking apart, all because of your damn navigator.
>He never possessed an ounce of finesse, but he never failed to reach your destination faster than you ever imagined.
>These... delays were unnerving.
>As are the numerous tremors the ship is experiencing of late.
>You turn over a freshly bleached skull in your armored hands.
>Astartes. It belonged to a sergeant of the numberless thinblooded “Chapters” that had sprung up since the Long War began.
>You muse over its pair of long service studs.
>Long service... HA!
>More than ten thousand years you’ve waged war, and they call two centuries worthy of note.
>You chuckle softly to yourself as you feed a thick chain through the eye sockets and string it to your shoulder pauldron.
>Suddenly, the purposefully meagre lighting in the ship blinks out.
>Not that it matters to an Astartes, but the mortal crew will have a bit of difficulty getting around now.
>Klaxons wail
>WARNING WARNING. GELLER FIELD INTEGRITY FAILING. WARNING WARNING. GELLER FIELD INTEGRETY FAILING
>Nostroman curses fly from your lips as you desperately jam on your ancient helmet and grab your equipment. Lighting claws, combi-flamer, combat knife, and other assorted sundry items.
>You do not panic, but this is a grave situation. The Geller Field is the only defence against the numberless nightmares of the warp that want nothing more than to kill you all.
>You thunder out of your spartan quarters and join your Chosen squadmates
>Better to face the horrors of the warp with a few extra bolters by your side.
>Kurana was whispering his ceaseless,babbling praises to Khorne on the squad vox again.
>”Blood, skulls, death. Kill, maim, burn...”
>Kurana was a ferocious fighter, even by the standards of the Night Lords. But when you flew through the warp he became this drooling lunatic standing before you, whispering praises to a god that tormented and blessed him.
>The dark gods constantly whispered and toyed with your mind, but you had always promised yourself you would nev-
>GELLER FIELD MALFUNCTION. UNKNOWN LIFE FORMS DETECTED IN SHIP. ALL HANDS PREPARE FOR BATTLE.
>As if on command, pink horrors materialize in front of your squad.
>Your lightning claws crackle into life
>It begins
 
>These Neverborn are pittance against your veteran squad. A few squeal and run. You break from the fight and pursue relentlessly.
>They round a corner.
>”Running so soon? We can’t have that!”
>You can’t help but laugh as you ready your combi-flamer.
>Your laughter dies in your throat, however, as a Lord of Change pokes his head around the corner, eyes burning balefire.
>You do not even have time to think before the beast’s living staff tears open a portal in around you. You can feel yourself come apart at the seams. Blackness everywhere.