[ EU ] At the end of World War II , a mysterious force from the future appears before the Allies . It 's the Emperor of Mankind , with a full Space Marine Legion at his back .

It had been some weeks since they had dropped the bomb and Japan had folded, and these weeks had felt like a dream. It seemed the whole world was rejoicing at the end of so much suffering. It was a laughter that stemmed a tide of tears. 
 
 In france, amidst the shattered remains of paris, the streets were thronged with people. It went like this for some time, work would be done and people would tend to the momentous task of rebuilding but every saturday without fail, thousands of people would flock into the champs de mars and the dancing, drinking and merrymaking just would n't end for a solid 48 hours. 
 
 Until that fateful day when the world bled anew. 
 
 At first, the people thought it was some ingenious new lightshow that some eccentric or other had staged under the arch of the Eiffel tower, it was as if a fifty foot tall circular mirror made of purple glass just appeared there within a second, and the hoots and oohs from the crowd peaked into applause and cheering. 
 
 It was n't until the first ranks of the supermen came marching through the shimmering surface that the crowd's demeanour turned to one of confusion, then fear and finally screaming, riotous terror. 
 
 Ofcourse the military was quick to react, being bloated with manpower from the war and only just now reassigning men and equipment to rebuild the world, France and Paris in particular had many thousands of servicemen from all over the allied countries stationed close by. 
 
 Not that it did them any good. 
 
 It was as if Paris was besieged from the inside out; the supermen, all clad in a dull blue armour and standing atleast eight feet tall simply marched through or over the retreating crowd and set up a cordon around the base of the tower. 
 
 We watched and waited while our millitary set up their own cordon. Tanks filed in, artillery pieces were set up in all the streets pointing in towards the champs de mars, it was like something out of an H.G. wells book. 
 
 Then followed a full day of tension as the people looked on, watching as these titanic knightly figures constructed a bulwark from materials carried by immense machines that spilled forth from the purple gate and after a time, a dark, almost gothic fortress stood under that most symbolic arch. 
 
 There were repeated appeals from the people of Paris to these enigmatic figures and every appeal went unanswered, they just stood, and watched and busied themselves with what, only they knew. 
 
 Until one day, roughly 24 hours after the completion of the grim redoubt, every wireless radio and loudhailer in paris powered on and a deep, resonant voice echoed across the airwaves: 
 
 `` Take heed denizens of ancient and holy Terra for I am your emperor. Take solace in my light and be proud of your coming glory. I have come from a time of nought but strife and destruction. I have come to remake history in my image. There can be no opposition. There can be nothing but my light. Give unto me your courage and your skill and I shall lead you into an age of dominance the like of which mankind has never seen. 
 
 This I know with certainty. I am the shield against the fire. I am the reforger of fate. I am your emperor.'' 
 
 Fin. 
 
 ( this is getting pretty long and thought that it was a good enough place to end but let me know if anyone wants a'chapter two: emperor bugaloo' as it was pretty fun to write )
