In the grim darkness of the 41 millennium, there is only war. War, and Friendship.

When the Ruinous Powers of the Warhammer 40,000 universe take an intrest in Equestria, you know nothing good is going to come out of it. When Celestia is struck down by an agent of Tzeentch, the land of Equestria will soon find itself locked in combat with it's own denizens as Chaos itself begins to corrupt the land. Discord was difficult enough, but now our little ponies will have to face four gods of chaos at the same time.

A (Comedic/Dark/Adventurous) Warhammer 40,000 and Friendship is Magic crossover. Here be fanon, canon, and headcanon of both series.

Their ship crippled by a surprise attack from the Thousand Sons, the Chaos Space Marines of the Iron Warriors thirteenth company are forced to escape into a warp rift. Finally crash landing on what they believe to be a Daemon World in the Eye of Terror, populated by small Horse-like xenoforms, can the most bitter and paranoid of all the Space Marine Legions truly learn the Magic of friendship? And can they go more than a week without trying to blow something up?

This story is a sequel to I Blame You

Like rewinding a tape, this slow-motion train wreck is back, and even less plausible than before! Humans have been popping up in Equestria for a long time; Discord was either young or non-existent in the earliest days. They have always brought with them change, advanced technology, sometime even new magics. Ten years ago, two humans appeared, wreaking havoc and having a few laughs along the way.
This is not their story.
Nope, it's time for a new group to strut about the kingdom.

Name's Ole Neccy. I'm a Necron Immortal who is forced to wake up every thousand years or so to make sure the Tomb Spyders didn't miss anything important. I don't know why I have to do it, but I have to. And when I awoke, I was in a peculiar place.

Don't like Warhammer 40,000? No problem! Just don't read it. Be better than those who dislike things just because they don't like something about it.

During events in their worlds gone wrong, six... well, heroes would be giving them too much credit. Six beings of differing abilities are brought into Equestria, not knowing why they are there, but that someone needs liberal buttkicking!

A king, a general, a ghost hunter, a psychic being, a delivery-person-turned-soldier, and a ranger.

And then came a day unlike any other, where six champions would be needed. Champions that, for lack of a better explanation, had no business being together.

Warning: There will be liberal butt-kicking, for goodness!

This takes place before Season 2's finale.

What is a young Imperial Guardsman to do when the warp spits him out into a land of ponies?

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Thanks go to the_marked_one for listening to all my crazy ideas and to FenrisianBrony and MyDigitalHazard for proofreading.

On the battlefield, they're a stolid grey wave of humanity. They live with a disturbing lack of wanting to live, and are well known for pessimism, morbidity, and an institutional death wish - if you can even get them to talk, that is.

On the battlefield, they're a loose conglomeration of whatever the Planetary Governors can scrape up. In theory, they defend their planets from external and internal threats, forming the first line of defense for the Imperium of Man. In practice, the only tactical consideration they are in the minds of battlefield commanders is a force to slow down threats with sheer numbers until the Imperial Guard arrives to start the battle.

The Death Korps of Krieg and the Planetary Defense Forces are wildly incompatible, and so are their members. However, when misguided aim lands one human from each in the far north of Equestria, teamwork is the only hope for success.

For Rhia, it's difficult trying to preserve one's life when one's survival partner considers you useless, along with not caring about trying especially hard to survive.

For 57-893, it's annoying when your only company is obsessed with the ridiculous notion of not wanting to 'die for the Emperor'.

A change of outlooks is in order.

And what of the natives?

Spike is sent into the warhammer 40k universe when a spell from Twilight goes horribly wrong. A hundred years later Spike returns to Equestria with his own Chaos Legion. Has Spike the conqueror of a thousand worlds, the butcher of lorn v return with good intentions or is conquest of his home planet on his mind.

(Warning: lots of gore & some bad grammar)
(Ponies are anthro)
(The human tag is for space marines,Imperial Guard,and chaos marines)

War. That was what the Imperium was about. I was sick of it. An Astartes, Sick of war.
All I wanted to do was leave.

(Cover art is Temporary until I find a fitting one.)

As a punishment for hubris, the Blood God banishes a Berzerker to the idyllic world of Equestria. Events proceed in about as civilised a manner as you'd expect.