This story is a sequel to The Warriors of Chaos (Old version)

(Note: Reading the First Warriors of Chaos is not required for the Archaon Saga.)

A thousand years ago, before Discord was imprisoned, a Warrior unlike any other rose from almost out of nowhere. Leading a vast Horde of corrupted ponies, This Warrior, Archaon The Everchosen, sowed ruination and destruction across Equestria, before being sealed in stone. A thousand years have past, and Equestria is no more, destroyed by another Warrior of Chaos named Ahriman, and his army, The New Black Legion. But Archaon has awakened from his stone imprisonment, and shall attempt to once again bring about The End Times. Ahriman's army must hold fast to defeat this foe for surely almost nothing can stop the path of destruction that Archaon walks.

A displaced story. I own nothing but the story itself. this is a Warhammer 40,000/MLP/Warhammer Fantasy Crossover.
Rated T for teen due to what could be intense violence, gore, and everything else you would expect from Warhammer.

A strange accident has stranded three mighty warriors in Equestria: Horus Lupercal, Sanguinius, and the Emperor of Mankind. Trapped in the bodies of ponies, and fresh from the battle on the Vengeful Spirit they must navigate this strange new world. But their very arrival has altered the course of Equestrian history: Nightmare Moon has escaped her end, and still haunts Equestria. With Horus at large with her, and the Emperor crippled by his injuries, Sanguinius must work with Twilight Sparkle to find a way to save the world, while maybe learning a few valuable (and grudging) lessons about friendship.

The ponies of Equestria love their peaceful lives. In fact, conflicts of any kind are few and very far between. However, this does not stop visitors from beyond the stars bringing the violence of war with them. Can Equestria stand up to the rigors of the 41st millenium, or will they perish beneath the feet of violent warmongers?

Ninth Captain Fubar Jac'ass is a very good Angry Marine, he shouts his profanities, he kills the enemies of his Emprah real good, and he don't take no shit from no thrice damned Ultrasmurf. So why in the name of Terra has he been assigned to aid a little purple xeno Inquisitor that keeps having him do the most mundane things? And why does he keep going along with them, something here isn't right. And it's making him extremely angry.

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I don't own the title art, Warhammer 40k, or My Little Pony Frindship is Magic. Rated teen for lots of angry profanity and potential for bloody happenings.

Inquisitor Luka Kitts has an extraordinary job, even among the members of the Holy Inquisition. He catalogues, contains, and cares for the myriad aliens of a lost world. Princess Luna first came to him in the void of space, and is his first ward and prisoner, though they both prefer "guest." These are the stories of their time aboard the great space station that technically does not exist, the Mark of Solomon.

Critiques and questions welcome and encouraged

Yamira Kalov. Lady Commissar of the Astra Militarum. The Flayed Face of the Guard. Loyal servant of the Imperium of Man. All these titles and more.
Diplomat to Xenos is not one of them.
After a grievous devastation brought on by Yamira's carelessness, she has been forcibly reassigned to act as a liason to new allies who have reached out to the Imperium from beyond the universal veil: the Merodi Universalis. Naturally, a woman raised to hate all that are not human nor worship the God-Emperor of Mankind and the Golden Throne he sits upon will not take well to this. Surrounded by faces of allies and enemies alike, Yamira must stake her claim in the multiversal mixing pot that she finds herself in, whether it be by word of peace or by sword of slaughter.

A side story to the incredibly expansive and extremely well-written mega-crossover: Songs of the Spheres, by the talented madman, GMBlackjack. Please read his work to better understand this story, and support his works.

Cover art done by @carna.age (Instagram)/hyppy#8910 (Discord)

“On that day Pain and I became the BEST OF FRIENDS!”-Vulkan Primarch of the salamanders

Vulkan has been sent from his home in the imperium of man after diving into a WAAAGH! reactor. He awakens in a place that seems to be the exact opposite. This land of friendship and adventure, a place of magical talking ponies, and snoots to be booped.

This Vulkan is based on TTS Vulkan but comes from before the events of that wonder work of art.

AN:I said I would do it, I did it, kinda. Enjoy, and remember

VULKAN LIVES!
Stomp stomp

Featured on: 4/8/2020. Again on 7/19/2020, 8/16/2020, and 11/15/2020.

"The real reason why Roboute Gulliman was the primarch brought back into play for 8th edition: Vulkan may be a terrifying gigantic monster of a man with glowing red eyes, who can literally keep pace with Dark Eldar vehicles on foot and beat their vehicles to pieces with crude iron hammers, while taking wound after wound after wound, literally refusing to die, or reconstituting himself from his component molecules when he gets close, but he's also the perfect example of the all loving hero.

If Vulkan were to be let loose on the modern Warhammer 40K universe, He would fix the imperium by literally bear hugging tthe grimdark out of it, until the only thing left was noble bright. Sanguinius would awaken once more. The eye of terror would spit out countless ponies chanting friendship is magic. The Necrons would decide life was all right and set out to nurture it. The orks would replace comedic sociopathy with comedic inability to cause any real harm. The squats would return. Black templars would finally remove that stick out of their asses. Slaanesh would start making anti rape PSA's. Kal Jerico would go back in canon, and make his living helping people get thteir lives back together. Gaunt's ghosts would find out a ridicolously wealthy rogue trader rebuilt and repopulated Tanith with as many residents offworld as he could find on a whim.

Dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria." -Ambosen youtube comment

It is generally not intended for the Mechanicus to be the ones making first contact with a new race of Xenos. Brother Gentoo has the dubious honor of being stationed on Equus, for reasons that nobody can really explain, because the explanation was taken out back and shot by someone three or four links up the chain of command. Frankly, he's done this song and dance before. The Mechanicus are used to bending the rules a little to ensure that the Imperium's gears continue to turn.

This is how Brother Gentoo ended up being the one to make first contact with the inhabitants of Equus--a group of oddly-colored, unusually intelligent equines.

And then one of them asked him how lasguns work.

While traveling through the magic mirror between worlds, Sunset Shimmer touched upon the realm of Chaos, her course diverted. Rescued by unknown forces, Sunset awoke on a world besieged by daemonic incursions. While running from a daemon, Sunset comes across a dying member of the Order of the Cerulean Chalice, an Ordo Minorus of the Adepta Sororitas. Entrusted with a holy relic, Sunset is given the choice of taking it to the other members of the order, or dying on the doomed planet.

Suspicions surround Sunset on reaching the order, many questioning her nature and whether or not she was sent by their God-Emperor. Some loath her, seeing her as a xenos at worst, or a tainted mutant experiment of the planet's deceased lord at best. Others believe her sent by a Saint, or claim she is merely some form of abhuman. But none of them fully trust Sunset.

To prove herself, Sunset is placed among the scholla within the convent, all while coping with the loss of her magic, and in a new body. There she'll make friends and rivals, and either prove her worth to the Emperor, or die.

Burn the Heretic. Kill the Mutant. Purge the Unclean.

          Upon a distant world, far from the terrors of the grim darkness, resided a peaceful people; ponies, zebras, griffons, hippogriffs, even such fabled creatures as dragons to name a few. Alas that was all about to change one fateful evening in the suburbs of Ponyville.

         Before however we tell this tale, I feel it pertinent to provide fair warning to those who may believe this to be a tale of sunshine and rainbows. Far removed from it, quite the opposite. A grim tale of death, sorrow, despair, and sacrificial heroics lays in wait. Thus, I recommend thou prepare thyselves and saddle up for what shall no doubt be redacted in the history texts by both: our most benevolent ruler Celestia, and the God Emperor of Mankind.