User:Jeep!/Characters

This page is for keeping track of the fan characters I've created over the years, who exist within their own 'fanon' continuity based upon the G1 universe. Feel free to use my talk page to leave criticism on this stuff, if you chance to read any of it.

Jesus Prime
"Pain is an illusion of the senses, despair an illusion of the mind"

In the gladiatorial arenas of Vos, many a warrior has been forged in the fires of mortal combat. The most illustrious survivor of these death pits is Megatron, the first leader of the Decepticon faction. However, the once-glorious city-state has spawned many fearsome warlords and criminals, including one which its annals have seen purged from their every page - Jesus Prime.

Once fighting in the earliest days of the pits, the figure now known as Jesus Prime began his path to nihilism under the name of Misanthropy. Under the patronage of Vos' governor, Starscream, Misanthropy carved a bloody name for himself in the brutal world of the arena. When civil war erupted between Vos and the neighbouring city-state of Tarn, Misanthropy was appointed the command of the Havocon Division - a squadron comprised entirely of the most savage and skilled gladiators and criminals the city had raised and convicted - and during one of their frenzied raids on Tarn's military zone, Misanthropy looked east to see the sky on fire - his beloved Vos burning under a barrage of Tarn's nuclear arsenal. He ordered his men to fall back to the shattered husk that was once home, and forced his patron's hand into ordering a retaliatory strike. Even as both cities were engulfed in stellar fires, Misanthropy would not capitulate, and bade a bitter farewell to Cybertron as he boarded a commandeered starship in a bid to find outside help in ending the war. What he was to find, however, was not Vos' salvation, but the universe's doom.

It was on his voyages that he was discovered by the prowling Unicron, long before the monster planet stumbled upon Megatron's squadron of wrecks. Unicron changed Misanthropy into a new being, both inside and out, gifting him with strength beyond strength and wisdom beyond wisdom. After renaming him Jesus Prime, he appointed the newly reshaped warrior a prodigious task – to assemble and lead a cult of soldier-clerics, which was to be known as the Archaicons, each one of their ranks representing the pinnacle of a combination of martial prowess and religious zeal. Their aim was simple, though limitless in its scope – to aid Unicron in his goal of utterly annihilating the universe, leaving no trace of any existence scattered in the infinite void.

Jesus Prime fought his way across many battlefields, against stranded outposts of Autobots on far planets, choosing the best warriors he could find to be taken to Unicron. Initially, only three were deemed proficient enough to become members of the Archaicons, though - Shadow Moses, who was to become the group’s tactician, in charge of ordinance and ballistics; Saint Vitus, a warmongering agent provocateur capable of turning entire worlds into battlefields with a whispered word; and Manhattan Project, whose responsibilities lay with maintaining the Archaicon stockpiles of tactical thermonuclear, biological, chemical and metallurgic weaponry and warheads, so that entire worlds and planetary systems could be marked out and obliterated at Jesus Prime's command. After the last of these, Shadow Moses, was reshaped and reborn, the four-strong squad headed for Cybertron – only to arrive too late. The Autobots, led by Rodimus Prime, had arrived to vanquish Unicron, and aided by the Matrix of Leadership, they had succeeded. Without their master to appoint more of their kind, the Archaicons were forced to rely on the initial strength and prowess of their new recruits, hoping that one day, these new additions would be reborn in Unicron's light as they had been.

Since his appointment as Unicron’s chief herald, Jesus Prime’s name has become something of a whispered curse, spoken in hushed tones by parents to their wayward children, by superstitious soldiers fearful of the next day’s battle, by scholars in high ivory towers disputing his very existence. His history is long and varied, winding from city to city and world to world. His dealings with the mindless Tyranid race are the stuff of legend, as no other being has ever been able to so much as communicate with their ravenous hordes; whilst his history on Cybertron, and in Vos in particular, are the subject of much rumour, some even suggesting that he was born through budding, the son of Vos’ highly-regarded former Governor, the illustrious Shotmaker. Little is known for certain, as Jesus Prime is rarely seen speaking of himself, preferring to allow his actions to speak for themselves.

When he is roused to speech, however, Jesus Prime has a way with words like no other. With his impassioned oratories, he is able to turn even the lowliest grunt into a frenzied zealot, hungry to fight for the greater good of the Unicron, often not even realising the goal for which they have been incited to fight. It is his skill with words, as well as his formidable battle prowess, that has seen his following spread even to those to whom the notion of Unicron is abhorrent, and Prime now enjoys a position of power within the faction known as the Renegade Decepticon Dissidents, a group which he helped to found, consisting of highly skilled and fiercely aggressive transformers who have formed a loose association with Megatron’s Decepticon forces on Cybertron.

Jesus Prime’s forces have come to base themselves on Jupiter, in a gigantic citadel known as the Fortress of Solitude, a towering stronghold carved from an asteroid which had become caught in the planet’s orbit. The Fortress of Solitude is held in its position by vast chains linking it to Jupiter’s tiny, yet impossibly dense, solid core, chains whose links are taller than Prime himself, forged for him by his toweringly huge bodyguard, The king In Yellow. Jesus Prime is rarely in this bastion personally, leaving its upkeep and defence to his subordinates. Instead, the Fortress has become home to the many research labs used by Manhattan Project, Golden Ratio and Gram Negative, as well as to the crypts used to inter the bodies of those Archaicons who have fallen in battle. The citadel is also home to a vast hangar, housing Prime’s flagship – indeed, his only starship – the Misanthropy, named for his former life in Vos. In fact, the vessel is the very same one in which he left Vos after the war with Tarn, although it has been rebuilt considerably since then, having become a massive and formidable attack craft as well as having a large assembly hall in its hull, in which Prime is able to address his gathered minions before battle.

For years, one of the more notable aspects of Prime’s appearance was his choice of weapon – a large sword, which, whilst technically a bastard sword, has often been referred to as a broadsword. The blade itself was a gift from the Tyranid race, bestowed upon Prime by the Hive Fleet known commonly as Kraken. As with all Tyranid technology, it is entirely organic, made wholly from a hard chitin durable enough to cut through Cybertronian alloys, and having been grown by one of the Tyranid hive ships especially for Prime’s use. The bonesword, as it has come to be known, is an image which can strike fear into the hearts of the most hardened soldier, as the sinister nature of its origins coupled with the destructive power of its owner are a grim reminder of the future of all life in the universe. The blade has since been destroyed in battle, however, its place in Prime’s clenched fist have been taken by the Craoí Dubh Engine, an arcane device recovered on Cybertron.

Recently, Prime has returned to Cybertron, visiting Vos once again at the behest of Dynamax, the current leader of the RDD. Prime's mission was to retrieve the Craoí Dubh Engine, an ancient artefact capable of shaping the matter around it, fuelled by strong emotions. During the mission, Prime, along with his close friend Dreadspawn, slaughtered the last of the Havocons, Prime’s former regiment during his life as Misanthropy, who had taken control of what little was left of the city. Upon recovering the Engine, Prime and Dreadspawn refused to hand it over to their commanding officer Dynamax, though Prime was able to convince his leader to allow him to wield the device, promising that his familiarity with both the folklore of Vos and the technology of ancient Cybertron would enable him to wield it to its fullest extent. Since then, the Engine has replaced Prime's bonesword as his weapon of choice, though this may be in part due to the latter weapon having been broken in single combat with the renegade Havocon leader, Rape, having shattered upon striking the Engine, which Rape had stored in his chest. These days, Prime is constantly surrounded with a dull pulsing green glow, the Engine taking the form of an archaic sword in his hand, echoing the shape of his former weapon.

Prime's next venture was to be enacted on the planet of Schlachthoft-Funf, a world ruled by a fascistic group known only as the Reich. These five rogue Cybertronians had perfected the gestalt process, merging to become the tyrannical Fuhrerprinzip. Reluctantly entering into an alliance with several Autobot units, including the Iacon Elite Guard, led by Evolution Prime, the Archaicon leader was able to take down Fuhrerprinzip and the forces he had gathered around himself. Offering the sparks of the five members of the Reich to Unicron as a sacrifice, Prime whisked the lifeless body of Fuhrerprinzip back to the Fortress of Solitude, where he hopes to have it modified to be able to hold the spark of the notorious freedom figher Na hOcras. Prime knows that such a weapon of war in the hands of the Hibernium resistance against Iacon would greatly aid both the fall of Iacon's hegemonic power in Hibernium, and the fall of Iacon itself. However, it is yet to be seen whether this process will succeed, or whether the body of Fuhrerprinzip will serve as little more than a baroque and gargantuan trophy.

Manhattan Project
"I am that terror with which the devil frightens his children."

One of the original members of Jesus Prime’s growing war band, Manhattan Project was among the four Archaicons personally remodelled and reformed by their god and master, the monster planet Unicron. Originally a rogue arms-dealer from the war-torn planet of Neutrino Minor where every city is a war-zone and every able-bodied civilian is drafted into the various faction-armies to fight in the unending conflict. When Prime landed in the capital, Arc-City One, wreathed in green smoke and still glowing from his recent divine overhaul, he was just one desperado Transformer among thousands. Using the shroud this provided against suspicion, he was able to acquire a vast arsenal of small arms and minor ordinance, teleporting each new acquisition back to his unmanned flagship, Misanthropy. His arms smuggling soon landed him in contact with an unsavoury character named Exocrine, who was beginning to amass a large stockpile of biological warheads, with intent to blackmail the few cities left on the planet still inhabited by the humans which had been brought to Neutrino Minor years before. Prime was eager to obtain much of this arsenal, for he had grand designs for exterminating all organic life on Earth, in order to force the Autobots’ hand to strike the Decepticon base on Cybertron. These intentions did nothing to sway Exocrine, who relied on the Great War raging on and on, as it had a habit of bringing disillusioned veterans to his home planet where they hoped to carve a name for themselves. Exocrine, of course, would always be waiting, ready to sell them the arms the needed. Even his plans to destroy the human settlements were another ploy to extort more money from the populace, before satisfying his hatred of humankind by wiping them from the face of the planet. Jesus Prime knew he needed those weapons if his plan was to succeed, and also realised that he would benefit from the expertise Exocrine had in the field of ballistics and ordinance. Killing two birds with one stone, he single-handedly stormed Exocrine’s armoury one storm-ridden night, killing each and every one of the thirteen guards in the arms-dealer’s employ. Confronting Exocrine in the massive warehouse, he demonstrated his teleport technology by moving from one end of the storehouse to the other instantaneously, dodging a barrage of small-arms fire in the process. Faced with such a spectre of an opponent, Exocrine began to lose hope - which was when Prime delivered hi ultimatum. Either Exocrine handed over his stockpile of thermonuclear, viral and chemical warheads, and swore fealty to Jesus Prime and his god, Unicron; or Prime would destroy the entire hoard or ordinance, retreating to the safety of the Misanthropy while Exocrine perished in the conflagration. Of course, it was a bluff, but, ignorant to this, Exocrine submitted, and was brought before Unicron to be remade. Now, Manhattan Project has upped his stakes, and, despite his undying loyalty to both his commander and his deity, still dreams of destroying all of mankind, a feat made all the more possible by his responsibilities within Jesus Prime’s Archaicon unit. In charge of the colossal arsenal of weaponry that the squadron has obtained, and with the research into biological weaponry that he has since made with help Prime’s vast underground influence, he has unleashed a multitude of dangerous contagions across the universe, decimating all life from scores of planets. He has introduced the ‘Red Death’ to the world of Prospero, a deadly plague which swells the victims’ blood vessels until they burst, causing death from exsanguination scant minutes after the final convulsions; brought ‘FOXDIE’ to the planet of Zanzibar Land - a virus which causes the cells of the heart to terminate themselves; and, using sub-atmospheric warhead detonations on several planets to spread the ‘Porphyric Dreaming’ pathogens across an entire planetary system, turning millions of people into bloodthirsty vampires as he watched the resulting bloodbath from the Misanthropy. Who knows how many planets have been rid of all forms of life by his malign weapons and plagues, as he and his lord watch from the skies, laughing the fevered laughs of lunatics as dying men groan and the skies?

Minicons

Manhattan Project was once accompanied by two inept minicons named Fat Man and Little Boy, general lackeys whose sole uses were as meat-shields. Both were lost in battle whilst liberating Bitchkreg from her home planet, and in time were replaced by a pair of vastly more useful underlings - Imaginary Unit and Hypercube. These new minicons now greatly aide Manhattan Project's weapons research, their mathematically gifted minds labouring on improvements and innovations deep within the armouries of the Fortress of Solitude, allowing Project to concentrate on developing his beloved virus weaponry.

The Legion
"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary: men alone are quite capable of every wickedness."

Jesus Prime was not Unicron's first attempt to create a champion for himself. Millenia beforehand, while Cybertron was still an infant world, the Monster Planet created for himself a host of maniacal demons, incorporeal beings formed from the very fabric of the void. Twelve of these creatures were made, and each soon spawned eleven progeny in its own image. And so, the 144-strong Legion of Unicron was sent out into the universe, to sunder it into nothingness. Across countless worlds the demonic host capered, bringing the bitter taste of nonexistence to each star and planet they encountered. But petty squabbling soon divided them, and the Legion turned upon each other. The first twelve qucikly slaughtered and devoured their children, gaining their strength as they did so, becoming beings of immense power. Amongst these twelve, the fighting was bitter and brutal, and entire star systems were wiped out in their epic struggles. However, after centuries of bitter war and frantic hunts, only one of the demon spawn remained. Although originally nameless, this last survivor decided to honour his victory by taking the name Legion, and descended once more upon the universe his master wished him to raze. However, Legion's conquests were not ignored, and several fledgeling gods soon turned their attention to the demonic warriro. Fearing he may soon rise to rival their power, they joined their efforts to weave an intricate spell upon the void demon. Stars burst and novae collapsed with the sheer force of the incantation, which reduced Legion to a shadow of his former self, and cursed to to forever rely on possessing a mortal host in order to survive. Their punishment of the mighty warrior did not end their, however, and they cast him into the body of in insignificant bacteria, residing upon a coment which hurtled through the Milky Way galaxy. As the weeks turned to months, and months to years, the comet gained momentum on its collision course with a primitive jungle planet - Earth. Upon its impact, most of the life on the planet was decimated, but what was left was Legion's to exploit. He soon took possession of a mighty sea lizard, and over the course of thousands of millenia followed the chain of evolution through the most deadly species he could find. Eventually, his wanderings lead to a beast smart enough to enable him to exact the destruction he had so long craved for - humans. Those men possessed by Legion have invariably gone down in history as great leaders, mighty warriors, and sadistic butchers. Guan Yu, Genghis Khan, Julius Caesar, Adolf Hitler, Napolean Bonaparte, Nebuchadnezzar, Vlad Dracul - the list of Legion's exploits has become the basis of human legend. However, as the end of the Cybertronian Great War apporached, the fighting spread to Legion's beloved earth. Watching giant warriors from beyond the stars battle across the planet he had dominated for thousands of years, he suddenly realised that his time had come ti fully relive the mission his master had sent him upon. With the aid of one of the great robots, a towering warrior named Jesus Prime, who worshipped the Monster Planet as a terrifying god, Legion's current incarnation was soon abandoned, and his fierce spirit entombed in the shell of one of the transformers. As his insectoid frame drew itself to full height, Prime recognised the source of the power in his empty eyes, and made him his lieutenant, and near equal. Since then, the pair have cut bloody swathes across the galaxy, eager to exact their master's wishes in full.

Shadow Moses
"Strength is just an accident, arising from the weakness of others."

The fourth member of Jesus Prime’s Archaicon army and one of the eleven chosen to accompany him into battle, Shadow Moses is often thought of only as a raging maniac, a frothing berserker let loose in the midst of battle to slaughter the foe. However, this is entirely false, for Shadow Moses is second only to his commander-in-chief, Jesus Prime, in terms of intelligence and power. Many of the brilliant battle plans employed by Prime’s minions are really the work of Shadow Moses, and it leaves one to wonder just how far his influence spreads, if he can convince even the maverick Prime to rely on another’s stratagems. Shadow Moses is also unique in that he alone, of all the Archaicons, was always a zealous spiritualist. Before his reformatting by Unicron, his god, he was known as Confessor, and was the head of a martial cult of Decepticons on one of Cybertron’s moons which worshipped the sparks of dead Decepticon heroes as ancestor spirits, believing that by honouring them thus, they would aid the living in battle. However, Megatron took an instant disliking to this sect the instant he heard of it, and it was a matter of scant weeks before he declared it to be a mockery of his vision of the Decepticons - surely, he reasoned, only the weak should seek aid from others, and of all the people to seek help from, those who could not survive were not the ideal choice. Scores of Megatron’s soldier descended upon the temple-cities of the cult, burning their idols and places or worship, and slaughtering all they came across. This titanic purgation lasted for weeks, and soon only one small pocket of resistance was left, defending the greatest and most heavily fortified of the moon’s cities. Leading them was Confessor, taking his place amidst his followers and unleashing shell upon shell of devastating ordinance fire upon the massed Decepticon troops sent ot destroy them. Despite his valiant efforts, the defenders were falling, slowly but surely, and the end was close at hand. Just as the swarm of invaders was approaching his vanguard, Confessor offered up a prayer to the spirits of those who went before him, asking them to save him in this, his darkest hour. And by some great miracle, it was answered. However, if it was a miracle of any kind, it was a black one - for the support descending from the sky was none other than the now-infamous Misanthropy, bearing within its shadowy hull the three savious that the doomed sect desperately needed - Jesus Prime, Manhattan Project, and Saint Vitus. The hatch in its underbelly opened, and, shrouded in noxious green smoke, all three made fast-rope descents right into the thick of the fighting. Glowing green power-swords sliced through scores of the oncoming legions, opening up an avenue of escape for the outnumbered defenders. Many opted to retreat, evacuating the planet in several large cargo ships. A few, however, decided to stay and fight - these were the lucky ones. The moon was surrounded by a full fleet of ships, including Astrotrain himself, carrying none other than Megatron, Soundwave and Shockwave. Each and every one of the fleeing ships was shot down by this armada, leaving all to wonder how the Misanthropy managed to descended so close the scene of battle. Those who stayed to fight found themselves drastically outnumbered, but with the newly-arrived Archaicons, and their own fearless leader, Confessor, they did not believe themselves outmanned. A bloody reckoning was exacted upon the invading army, but it was in vain - a mere three days later, the only surviving defenders were Confessor and the Archaicons, and although the first battalion of invaders were either dead, dying, or fleeing, the other regiments were massing on the horizon, having met less stiff resistance in the other sections of the moon. Seeing that there was no hope to survive the battle that would surely take place within the next few days, Prime and his two warriors boarded their ship, ready to attempt a few strafing raids before leaving. Confessor, however, did not want to leave, and vowed to go down fighting if he had to. Prime was disheartened to see that this powerful warrior would throw his life away for this cause, but at the same time was over-awed to see such a display of zeal and devotion. He disembarked once more, telling Saint Vitus and Manhattan Project to follow the original plan of air raids upon the horde, while he and Confessor would stall the front line. Victory was impossible. Defeat was inevitable. They won. There was not even time to execute the first air raid against the massing army, before a mysterious, unstoppable force arrived on Cybertron’s other moon. Within minutes, the moon and the Autobot outpost hidden upon it were no more - and this force was headed straight for the second moon. The gathering legion of Megatron soldier watched in dismay as they saw the orbiting armada flee back to Cybertron, and fell to their knees in horror as what appeared to be a monster planet approached in the sky. As it came closer, it revealed itself to be unstoppably huge, with a massive, gaping maw set in its metallic surface. There was no sound across the entire globe except for that of Jesus Prime falling to his knees, eyes fixed on the growing form of this destroyer of worlds. Soon his two escorts did likewise, and all three fell prostrate after Prime uttered a single word. “Master.” Unicron had come. It is not known how the day ended, for all records are lost, but the heavy-set form of Confessor has since been altered radically, leaving only his face the same - though his eyes no longer flicker with respect towards the honoured dead, but burn with a wicked green glow and a hatred for all who will not obey the will of his Lord. No longer does Confessor have to lay down his life to defend his beliefs, for even though Unicron is no longer with the Archaicons in body, His ideals live on in the last of His true children - Shadow Moses.

Error Threshold
"Warfare is not an art. It is more like evolution - one must adapt to the situation, or be wiped out."

The apex predator. The top of the food chain. Error Threshold is not merely a soldier, he is the very embodiment of the destructive side of nature. Jesus Prime has long held an uneasy alliance with the Tyranids, an alien race bent on devouring all life in their quest to create the ultimate life form. For years, Prime has led a seemingly random dance of destruction throughout the universe, appearing at isolated planetary outposts or on the fringes of important star systems. On each occasion, he has preceded a Tyranid hive fleet by scant weeks, sometimes even only by a few days, and soon joins their chitinous hordes in laying waste to the meagre defences which the assaulted world can muster. Only after the larger bio-titans have returned to the orbiting fleet does he disappear, leaving the Tyranids to reclaim and digest what little organic matter remains on the surface. Until now, it had been thought that Prime's association with the Tyranids was merely for the sheer thrill of destruction and the annihilation of life, or that was merely for the acquisition of his terrible chitinous bonesword. However, none would have suspected the horrifying truth. Prime's rampages of destruction in the ranks of the Tyranid hive fleets merely served as research missions, studying the anatomy, instincts and rapid evolution of the chitinous hordes, getting to know the Tyranid race more completely than any being outside of their own Norn Queens. Armed with several years’ worth of knowledge, Prime abandoned the hive fleets and returned to the Archaicons' homeworld of Jupiter. Through long months spent slaving away in the darkest catacombs of the Fortress of Solitude, toiling amidst the sonorous clanging of metalwork and the tortured roars and screams of captured Tyranids, a new being has joined the ranks of the Archaicons. Touched with a portion of Great Unicron's infinite power, malice, and thirst for nothingness, Error Threshold is Jesus Prime's most powerful creation yet. Possessed not with a mind full of doubt and fear, but with little other than animal cunning and the urge to devour and destroy, Threshold is the mechanical pinnacle of evolution and research. Transforming into a writhing metal replica of a Tyranid bio-titan, his sole thought in battle is to destroy, to kill, to crush into nothingness in order to return all life to the void of emptiness. As a result of this, however, he does not get along with the other members of Prime's warband, who prefer to spend their free time in religious rites to Great Unicron, or honing their considerable skills in the training grounds in the Fortress of Solitude. Error Threshold, however, has no free time to spend - his every minute is spent either at the helm of Prime's flagship, the Misanthropy, or at the forefront of battle, often single-handedly over-running isolated backwater wilderness planets or slaying the most terrifying creatures of the universe's harshest death worlds. Entire species have been eradicated from all existence purely on a whim by this unstoppable force, terrifying predatory beasts proving little match for sheer mechanical savagery. Recently, however, Error Threshold’s destructive capabilities have been bolstered even further. Prime had directed his scientists, Manhattan Project and Golden Ratio, to study the arcane arts of pretender technology, using live captured Tyranid specimens as the basis of their research, along with notes culled from raids on laboratories operated by Thunderwing and Vorath, in order to replicate the powerful process. After several aborted attempts, most of which spawned little more than mewling mounds of twisted flesh, a fully organic shell was created for Error Threshold, disguising him as the Tyranid organism known as the trygon, and endowing him with strength far beyond that which he already wielded. In his new pretender shell, Error Threshold has begun to resume Prime’s old habit of joining the Tyranids on planetary assaults – however; unlike Prime; he is able to lead them in battle, as they recognise him as one of their own. Eventually, he may learn to direct the fleets from world to world, rather than just leading them after they have already made planet-fall – a development which would quickly lead to the end of all biological life in the galaxy.

The King In Yellow
"We live as we dream - alone."

After a failed attempt on Jesus Prime’s life by members of Megatron’s command staff, it became obvious to him that he could not rely solely on the protection of Unicron’s blessings, which had become significantly less effective after the demise of the God Planet’s material body. Bearing this in mind, Prime took one of his lower ranking disciples, a disillusioned Autobot turncoat using, at the time, the moniker ‘Revolution’, and brought him to the drifting head of Unicron. There, he performed an entire body overhaul on Revolution, turning the once-nimble car robot into a more robust form, capable of transforming into an all-terrain Jeep Wrangler. Using a portion of what remained of Unicron’s metal host body, Prime hand-crafted a new head and face for his latest Archaicon, and renamed him ‘The King in Yellow’. Not long after his rebirth, The King in Yellow had his resolve and usefulness tested in a very real manner - another assassination attempt was made on Jesus Prime, this time by a disgruntled faction within the ranks of the Autobots, known only as ‘The Orchestrators Redux’, led by an erstwhile ally of Prime’s, Whisper. The attack took place on the dead world of Istvaan IV, where Prime and his then-consort Walpurgis were being personally escorted by The King in Yellow whilst exploring the ruins of an ancient human military complex for possible weapons technology. As the three renegades were entering what was once the mess hall, they were surrounded by a dozen of Whisper’s finest foot soldiers, and confronted by Whisper himself. Prime’s surprise that his almost-telepathic senses had not alerted him to the danger quickly turned to anger when he and King simultaneously realised that Walpurgis had been working against them, using her own prodigious psychic gifts to nullify the effects of Prime’s power. Enraged, The King in Yellow lashed out with the massive hook and chain he wields as a weapon, entangling several of the Orchestrators before they could respond. The retaliation was swift and very nearly bloody - the remaining enemy quickly brought their massed firepower to bear on Prime, eight automatic assault rifles pumping a wall of bullets in the direction of the Archaicon leader. The King in Yellow, however, displayed an almost miraculous deftness and dexterity, and managed to somehow leap into the path of this hail of lead. Drawing his plasma pistol and shooting from the hip, he managed to pick off two more of the attackers before succumbing to the grievous wounds. With his last actions, he turned to face his leader, and, saluting, fired off one last shot into the treacherous Walpurgis - vaporising a hole between her emotionless eyes before falling motionless. Prime, seeing his concubine betray him, and his defender fall protecting him, abandoned hope of survival, and fought on to the bitter end, not caring whose end it was. Blow after vicious blow was landed by his chitinous bone-sword, and soon only two warriors stood facing each other across a sea of mangled drone carcasses. Whisper, sensing he had the upper hand against the now horribly wounded Prime, lunged, blade in hand, but was stopped short of his target when a hand reached from below him and seized him by the throat - The King in Yellow lived on. Prime realised that his timing was critical, and without haste, picked up the body of Walpurgis, laid his free hand on The King in Yellow’s shoulder, and activated his teleporter, evacuating to the safety of his orbiting ship. Once on board, he ordered his pilot, the Archiacon Naval Commander, Saint Vitus, to make planetfall on the nearby world of Thracian Ultima, which was, at the time, home to a large colony of the verminous alien race known as the Tyranids, which whom Prime had been rumoured to have struck some ungodly pact. The King in Yellow has been spotted several times after these events, standing protectively at the right hand of his commander-in-chief, Jesus Prime.