I can make no excuse about why I have been gone for so long. So, I will just say that life and other events conspired to make me distracted. I decided to write this semi self-insert to help me get back into the groove of writing. I also may go back and re-write some of my stories. This story was inspired by the now dead fic "Get Me Out of This Hell-hole!" written by DeusExTranshuman. It was because of him and the author Dis Lexic that I got into reading CYOAs, and this helped get back my inspiration to write this fiction. Also, this story is going to be somewhat decided with dice rolls. So, without further ado let the story begin.

Disclaimer: I don't own Warhammer that is the property of Games Workshop, and the CYOA that helped inspired this story is "Built in the Heaven".

Warning it may be a while before we get into Warhammer 40k proper universe.

"Hello everyone," a person speaking.

'There is no need to panic,' a person's thoughts.

"Your screams will be delicious," a demon speaking.

'God help me,' journal entries.

'To say that I ever expected to be the captain of what amounts to a moveable planet would be the farthest thing from the truth. But I feel I am getting ahead of myself. I should start at the beginning, it all starts with me being dragged through a wormhole without any form of warning. I will admit, I screamed a little.'

The first thing I notice as I wake up was that I seem to be spinning end over end without any control. The second thing that draws my attention is that I am in what could best be described as a hallway of high-intensity light bulbs. High-intensity light bulbs that are currently doing their damnedest to burn out my retinas, and set me on fire. With a mixture of pain and shock, I can only scream.

I continue to scream in pain for what feels like hours. The heat from the lights causing flames to break out across my body. I can feel my body continue to tumble through this light-filled hell. My continuous fall only stops when I slam into a solid and unyielding surface.

A cold detached thought echoes through my skull. 'So, this is how I die? I would have thought it would have been something more mundane than this.'

As screams go out around me, I can barely make out voices. They seem to be screaming to me from a distance. I can barely feel myself being lifted up from the floor. It's so dark, why can't I see? WHY CAN'T I SEE?!

"My captain I'm so, so sorry. My captain, please forgive me." A voice rings out from nowhere. A feeling of sorrow and regret wash over me. Yet I know that this feeling is not my own.

'It was at that point that I lost consciousness. Had I known what kind of trouble that my mere presence would cause me I like to think I would have panicked even more. I would later find out from Pandora that she spent a good two days trying to preserve my original body. At the very least she tried to save the old flesh sack.'

"Ugh what… what happened last night." I say trying to move my unresponsive body. "And why in God's good name does it feel like I got hit by a truck," I grumble as I try to unsuccessfully assuage a headache that is hammering into my mind.

"The Captain is awake one of you, inform the ship mistress of this development." A voice barks out somewhere close by, followed by the rustling of many clothes. "I said one of you not all of you," the voice says with exasperation. It is peculiar, while I can hear them clearly it also sounds muddled as if I am hearing the noise from a distance.

I try to speak, to demand an explanation about what happened, but I couldn't speak. I couldn't feel anything, all I could do was scream in my mind. As I scream I feel a slight shift in the substance that surrounds me.

"Interesting there seems to be a disturbance in the formaldehyde solution. I will have to ensure the capsule is secure. Can't have the captain having a system shutdown." The voice sounds like it is even closer now. I can start to make out a face, it's blurry and seems to be made out of indigo lines, but I can start to see the contours of a face.

But just as I start to see the face of the person who can hopefully give me answers. The already blurry face starts to dissolve. "No! Come back I need to know what has happened!" Again, I felt the disturbance in the substance, and the face became clearer.

The face seems to be made of sharp lines and a strange mix of softness to their features. As I tried to communicate with this person, I feel a sudden pressure in my mind.

"My Captain, it is so good to see you awake." A familiar voice says speaking without the muddled effect that the other noises had. As I was about to try and speak to the voice the person in front of me spoke up.

"Ah ship mistress, I had just sent for you. I didn't think that you would come so quickly." The sharp-faced person says, though they do not move their lips and they seem farther away.

'What-what is going on why can I only see still images?' I ask myself unable to move or speak.

"My captain I am sorry to report that we could not save your physical body. I thought it best to speak with you about what has happened before we continue with the integration process." The new voice says with a mixture of concern, trepidation, and I can sense an undercurrent of excitement.

'What? Integration? Save my physical body? What in God's good name are you talking about and what is going on?!' I roar, the vibration surges again through the liquid, but this time the lines become clear well beyond what it was originally.

I can see that I'm in some form of a tank, surrounded by what I can gather to be some sort of workstation. The only people in the room would be the two voices that I can now have a clear view of. They both have an androgynous look about their features. Both had no hair on their heads, but their faces were a strange mix of softness and sharp edges. The taller of the two has strange fin-like appendages on the side of their head. While the shorter of the two's face seems to lack a nose.

"My captain please calm yourself; I will explain everything if you would just give me the chance." The taller of the two says bringing their hands up in a placating manner. "I will be activating the external speakers now. Please remain calm my Captain." Tall says as they move their hand toward the workstation.

With a jolt, I hear a dreadful screeching sound. I flinch back, or at least I try to. This fluid has about the same consistency of jelly. I again try to move my arms to block out the sound, but all this does is remind me of my apparent paralysis. "Why… can't… I… move…. What… What… is that… horrid… noise."

The screeching cuts off immediately as I speak. I bring my attention back to the pair in front of me. They have become blurred images again still distinguishable but blurred around the edges. "Who… are… you?" my voice gives off a croak as if I have not had water in days.

I feel a sense of regret twinge with a sense of longing and hope. This longing though wasn't what I would call love, but a longing of purpose. As if I had found something that I knew was missing yet never knew where it was. This feeling was a part of me yet completely separate.

"My Captain, you have no idea how long I have yearned to meet you." The Tall One, as I have decided to name it, says, "I have waited for uncounted eons to finally meet you." At this Tall One's voice cracks.

"My ship mistress, while I know that this is an emotional time for you but I feel that we should finish the integration process. The captain cannot remain the way he is indefinite." Shorty says in a matter a fact way of speaking. Their voice is now closer than before yet not where they were originally.

'I will not be blind again!' I shout pushing all my desperation and frustration at the jell around me. I feel the vibrations again and grab on to the feeling that produces this effect. Suddenly the room becomes clear and I can see Shorty bent over the workstation.

Shorty's face snaps up towards me so fast I almost lose my grip on the vibrations. "My Ship Mistress there is another disturbance in the formaldehyde solution," Shorty shouts panic creeping into their tone.

Tall One seems to be on the verge of a panic attack, rushing towards my container. "Please my Captain, please calm down, if you continue you could hurt yourself." Tall One begs hands outstretched in a placating manner.

I feel a slight shift of movement from my head. I fail to will my skull to look left or right. Only able to watch as my skull continues to drift my gaze downwards. When my gaze aligns with my chest, I feel the power slip through my metaphorical fingers. All I can do is stare at the slowly blurring image of my broken and shattered ribcage.

I slipped into a catatonic-like state after that. I don't remember much about what happened in the next few days, other than the fact that Pandora and Ajax seemed to stay by my side. I spent roughly a month just trying to comprehend what had happened to me. I vaguely recall the changes that they were going through. Ajax's face becoming squarer, while Pandora's features seemed to be becoming more feminine.

I also vaguely recall seeing multiple other people coming and going. Each came for a myriad of reasons though the main one seemed to be just to make sure I was real. As if they were afraid that I was some kind of dream that they would have to awaken from.

With a start I see a tall woman, with fin-like protrusions on the side of her head, standing in front of me. I try to flinch back only to find that I can't move again. "My captain, please calm yourself, the new optical organ needs time to integrate with your mind. Stress may cause unforeseen side-effects."

"What has hap-happened to me?" I croak out my voice sounding stronger but still weak. Trying to sort through all the information that I was seeing. While everything is in monochrome, I could still make out the multiple people working at the stations.

'They're a rather eclectic bunch,' I thought as I try to keep myself calm. Recognizing how one of the bioroids was working to ensure that I receive the necessary nutrients. Or how their neighbor was ensuring that I didn't cook, or freeze, in the formaldehyde solution. 'Wait, how do I know what jobs they are doing.'

Tall perks up a slight smile gracing her features. "That would be the integration process, my Captain. It seems that you have taken very well towards it." Before moving to place her hand on the glass. "I-I wish this wasn't how we would meet but I was just so excited to finally meet you."

Her voice hitches with multiple emotions that I can feel. "I-I am so sorry my Captain, I don't know what happened. Everything was going correctly with the retrieval process, then it's like something was trying to pull us in four separate directions. B-but don't worry we'll get you a new body soon."

I could only float in silence as I tried to understand what Tall had just said to me. "You… abducted me from my home. Cause enough bodily harm that you had to use an enlarged Mi-Go brain capsule. You then have the gall to say everything will be alright!?"

A pulse went out from the capsule physically buffeting the room, and causing the bioroids to stumble backward. The only one unaffected was Tall standing still, her face contorting into a panicked terror.

Tall presses her hands against the glass her terror clear in her face. "Please my Captain, I didn't mean for this to happen. When I found you, I was just so excited. I would finally be able to do more than just sit and watch the galaxy turn." Pressing her forehead against the glass all she could do was close her eyes and mumble how she didn't want to be alone anymore.

Seeing the look of nigh hopelessness upon her face I felt my rage simmer. Sighing, even though I had no lungs, I couldn't help but feel my now nonexistent heart go out towards her. "Damn my bleeding heart," I mumble. "Alright, I will hear you out, maybe together we can figure out a way we can both win."

Tall's expression of terror melted away to be replaced with a look of joy. "Thank you, my Captain, you won't regret this." Her joy seems to be infectious because the bioroids around the room started to cheer.

As I looked out at the multiple people around me, I was struck with curiosity. "Why do you keep on calling me captain. I don't own a boat?" Tall seemed taken aback by the question only for a look of dawning comprehension to cross her face.

"Please forgive me, my Captain I thought you would have sifted through all of the data by now. But with the stress of recent events, you probably have too much on your mind." Tall started before straightening herself out into a more formal stance. "This unit is a Ghost class Artificial Intelligence given the designation -" The long series of numbers and words that came out of her mouth seemed to be less words and more concepts. "I was installed into the Mycenean class capital ship with the goal of aiding and protecting my Captain in whatever goal they so desire."

As she spoke blueprints, and understanding came to me. "The Mycenean class capital ship is a void capable vessel designed to act as arks in the case of total galactic destruction." Tall nods her head happy to see that the integration was progressing smoothly. With a proverbial shake of my head, I start to sift through the more esoteric bits of information.

Only a little bigger than Luna the Mycenean class was less a ship and more of a moveable planet. With the ability to grow bigger as time went on. As well as having enough guns to theoretically be able to render a planet lifeless in a matter of hours. As well as enough defenses worked into it that it would take a planet's worth of people to even have a hope of invading.

Clearing my thoughts again I draw my attention towards the Ghost. "Alright since I'm not even going to pretend, I'm able to speak your name do you mind if I call you something else?"

Tall blinks before nodding her head, a small smile gracing her lips. "I would be honored, my Captain."

Chuckling I could only say, "Please, call me Illard."

The next few hours were dedicated to discussing the kind of name she would want. This would lead to us agreeing upon the name Pandora. This then led to all of the bioroids wanting names of their own. This would cause Pandora quite a shock considering the bioroids had never acted with a sense of want before. Not having the patience to actually name a few billion people I asked Pandora just to give them a list of words to give to them. Luckily for me, Pandora had been watching humanity for a long time, and so she had accumulated a rather extensive list of human names.

With that done with we decided to discuss what our next goal should be. As well as what my duties as Captain are. As I started to acclimate myself towards the role of captain, I found my first problem almost insurmountable. We were unable to chart a course out of the system.

"Pandora why are there no stars," I said staring out into the blank expanse of swirling energy. Seeing only the planetoids orbiting the star system we are in.

"It seems Captain Illard that the system was pulled out of the main material universe, and trapped here," Pandora said sifting through the data. "It seems that it then… for lack of a better term collided with another universe."

Staring at the data I couldn't help but wonder why anyone would do this. It just seems to be a waste of resources and energy. "Is there any way we can push this system back where it should be?"

Bringing up a map of the system Pandora highlighted the only habitable world planet in the system. "Yes, Captain Illard, but it would require physical deactivation, and the resulting backlash will drag the conjoining universe with us."

"Good then let's send some bioroids down there, and shut them down," I say before seeing the look of apprehension upon her face.

"While I would agree with you my Captain when we were dragged into this dimension pocket the resulting backlash has caused the bioroids to act erratic," Pandora says sheepishly. Staring at a few bioroids standing on one another's shoulder trying, and failing, to change a light bulb.

An awkward silence fell between us at the resulting pileup. "So how long did you say it would be before I could get a body again."

Looking back down at the data Pandora coughed before saying, "About twenty years Captain Illard."

Never before have I wanted to just cradle my face. 'This is going to be a long twenty years.'

So, what did you think? Good, bad, or just meh. Please remember to give a review. And for those who are wondering no that is not my name. I don't feel comfortable giving my true name one here.