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==The Final Deception==
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: A cloaked figure leaned back on a mundane stool, the darkened face beneath the hood starring intently. “Run that back again, I didn’t quite get that, the Golden Throne is going to fail? It already failed. The Emperor is dead,” the figure stated. A non-descript xeno gave something equivalent to a sigh, “Yes and yes. While the Golden Throne is no longer supporting the Emperor of Mankind, it still seals the failed Human Webway. In this century, it will fail completely and the Warp will spill over Terra.” The figure dropped his feet and placed his elbows on the table, “You Cabal guys are always sooo informed, no wonder Alpharius likes you guys.” “Information is our game and the destruction of the Ruinous Powers is our aim...Do you agree that this is enough to bring your lord to the main ship to meet with the Inner Circle?” the xeno thoughtfully responded as if he was selling the shady organization to the other figure. “Maybe….”

	
: A huge hulking figure walked into a massive circular room. All manner of eyes, antennae, sensors, and mechanical visualizers were on him. A figure, an Eldar, stood as the visitor reached a dais in the middle of the room. “Primarch, are you aware of why we called you here?”
“Yes,” a deep voice emanated forth. Another xeno stood up, “We have a great opportunity before us. Or rather you do. With the visions from the Acuity, there is a future where you take advantage of the Golden Throne’s portal and destroy Terra, and by default humanity. As you should have millennia ago.” The figure started pacing, “This is indeed a boon. A chance to destroy the Imperium from the inside out. Once again. But I might have some concerns…”

	
: “For one, why would you task me with this? Assuredly, the other Traitor legions will invade, and they are a much better group for war, don’t you think?” the figure posited. “It is possible, but that would require us actually trusting the Ruinous Powers. While we are not above manipulating them, we only use them when we are in complete control. I.E. you,” a seated xeno responded. “I see, second, are you aware of how spread out my operatives are? Even before putting down plans, I can tell you all that this is bigger than a couple of people sitting down over recaf. We’d need at least half of my remaining legion, not to mention their retinues and cells. Are you willing to coordinate that logistical nightmare. Or FUND it?” the figure cocked his head to add emphasis. “We are aware of that. We also have several decades to prepare. Not to mention that money has never been a problem,” the Eldar member answered him. The figure resumed pacing, shaking his hand and mumbling, clearly planning and thinking. He stopped and turned toward them again. “One last concern: Why? Just...why?”

	
: “Why what?” a xeno squawked. “Why humanity? What does eradicating them actually achieve?” the figure quickly retorted. “You know full well why. Without out humanity, the Ruinous powers will starve and the taint will eventually disappear,” the Eldar member answered with contempt. “Yeeeaaaahhhh….NO. See here’s the thing: The Chaos Gods feed on other species as well. I mean, the galaxy is one giant buffet. The loss of humanity would be bad yeah, but not death. AND,” the figure quickly cut off the Eldar member before he could speak, “when you think about it, humanity isn’t the worst thing to happen. The Eldar are responsible for the CREATION of one of the gods. Doesn’t seem like you guys really tried to stop that one, I mean you were around ‘before the Eldar’ right’,” the figure had paced his way over to one of the decorations in the room, a large glowing orb, and was leaning on it. “WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?” one of the members shouted.
	
	
: The figure pulled down his shroud revealing he wasn’t wearing a helmet. It was Alpharius, the Primarch of the XXth Legion. “The meaning?  Well, I’ve been beginning to think that the Cabal might have ulterior motives. Now hear me out boys...and girl, I think.” The room was seething, several of the xeno member were bearing teeth at the primarch. “So the Cabal is all about fighting the Ruinous Powers. But you just orchestrate moves and countermoves. Everything you do, literally everything, merely extends Chaos. You’ve been around for tens of billions of years and you haven’t done shit. A new fucking god showed up on your watch. Pretty shitty track record. So why? What if it was a double cross, get people to fight Chaos, so Chaos can perpetuate itself? Reeks of Undivided taint. And then your ‘Acuity’? You know who else deals with crazy farseeing? Eh? Tzeentch,” All of the members stood and glared knives at him. “What you are proposing is ludicrous! We would never consort with Chaos!” the Eldar, apparently the de-facto speaker for this session spat at the man, “Alpharius, if you wish to continue such raucous accusations, we will kill you here and now!”

	
: “First off, I’m Omegon…. secondly, I have pretty good evidence. Wanna hear? No? Too bad. More war and death?. Khorne is happy. Extended time for entropy and decay? Just heard Nurgle shit himself. Crazy plans and souped up psychic fortune-telling? Checkmark for Tzeentch. And a we’re-better-than-you-and-know-best attitude. Winner winner Slaaneshi dinner!” Omegon looked at the crowd expectantly. “YOU WILL DIE, TRAITOR!” a xeno screamed. A blade erupted from his chest, purple blood fountaining outward, “Don’t be so sure…”


: The owner of the blade vaulted over the dieing xeno and landed next to Omegon. “I’m Alpharius,” he said as he dropped his hood, “And I don’t make ‘raucous accusations’” The tension in the room built to a silent crescendo. “So what, humans? We kill you here and this coup dies here as well. Even if you told others, we will hunt them down and eliminate them. You know full well we can.” the xeno who’d been sitting next to the dead one ground out from clenched teeth. “We never told anyone,” Omegon started and Alpharius finished, “actually we did tell someone.” The two strode forward to the center dais and dropped a tetra-archal pyramid. It was a dark gray metal and hovered a few centimeters above the floor. “You know that psychic powers cannot pierce this ship’s exterior shields...What is your game?” “This isn’t Warp-tech, its actually a Necron teleporting focus, no psychics needed.” Alpharius returned. “The Necrontyr have always been opposed to the Ruinous Powers, you think they will actually aid you?” one of the members, the female, screeched. “Nope, you are right. We made friends with something a bit better than some salty piles of metal,” Omegon proudly smiled. The piece of Necron tech began spinning and glowing brighter. Motes of sickly green light bloomed into a full on patchwork of various shades of green in a roughly spherical shape above it. The portal flashed and then snapped off. Standing in the middle of the twin primarchs was an amphibian xeno. The entire room stared in shock. The Eldar member finally spoke out, “An Old One? Impossible….”


: The two primarchs had the biggest shit eating grins plastered on their faces. The room was chaos. Flashes of purple and red bloomed every other second. Screams of pain and anger reverberated off the round walls. Members scrambled for doors or weapons before being ripped apart at a cellular level or taking huge blobs of high frequency energy to the body. The Eldar member stretch out his hand and fired a lance of pink Warp fire at the Old One. It merely curled around the area in front and melted the wall 10 meters back behind. The floor beneath the Eldar glowed pink before erupting in a huge pillar of Warp fire. As much as they wanted to stand and watch, the twins also wreaked their particular brand of carnage upon the room. Any member who made it even remotely close to a door, met with a grisly end. One xeno was pasted against the wall by a Power Armor gauntlet just a meter from the door. Just as abruptly as it started, the room sank back down into silence.


: “Wooh boy, I love your work T’vrok,” Omegon said as he walked toward the center of the room. “Without their heads, the Cabal will crumble. Especially without this ship too” Alpharius quipped. “good...very good im...glad that i could be useful...after so long” the Old One turned to the two Primarchs. With another green glow, the ancient guardian disappeared. “I’d love to stand around be we do have some stuff to get ready for...like invading Terra.” Omegon stretched back and cracked his spine and Power Armor. “I wouldn’t put it like that, but yeah, we’re going back to Terra brother.” The two laughed as they walked out of the room.