Circa 8000 BC:
When the star fell from the sky, the people of his village ran. They all ran, but the young man alone heard the voice utter the word in his head.
Ashikabi
Just that word, over and over again. It drew him to the place where the star landed.
The star had landed behind the hill. There were many fires, as well as upturned soil. It had not landed, it had crashed, violently.
Ashikabi
That word again, except this time, the voice was closer. When he had almost reached the top of the hill, his senses alerted him to their presence before he even saw them.
They were all naked, and looked like women, with the exception of two men. To the naked eye, they were normal humans.
But even a blind man could tell that they were more than human.
"We welcome you Ashikabi." the leader, a woman with violet hair, stepped forward. It appeared she spoke for the entire group, "We have traveled a long way to meat you.
"We are sekirei."
'Sekirei... that's what they are.'the young man thought to himself.
Several of the women looked impassive, others seemed that they were almost to the point of bursting with joy, and some looked... devious.
"I am impressed human. You have managed to make all twenty of the surviving sekirei react to you, very impressive."
The young man didn't know what "react" meant, but he had a few ideas, not all of them good, or chaste for that matter.
"Why are you here sekirei?" he asked, slowly, as if he spoke in a whisper and in a shout at the same time.
The leader, unconcerned, answered, "I am here to lead these feathers to their destined ones, and to guide them after they have been winged. You are to be their Ashikabi, so I will guide you in the battles to come."
"Battles?" the young man repeated.
"Yes, for we are not the only sekirei ship to land, and other lesser Ashikabi may try to take what I am about to give to you."
She held up her hands, and he saw she was holding a glowing red orb in both her palms, "With this artifact, one could cause great things to happen, and also cause untold amounts of destruction. If you agree to wing these young ones, then I will also gift this to you young Ashikabi.
"What do you say?"
To the Sekirei, it looked as if the man was contemplating his feet, seemingly at a loss for words. To be expected, this was all new for him.
"You came here in a ship." he spoke, his eyes, which had looked normal before, now glowed with a golden hue, "You call the artifact "Jinki". You are all numbered, 1-108, yet only a handful of you remain alive."
The young man raised himself six feet off the ground, and engulfed himself in psychic energy.
And with great rage, and in a deep, booming voice, he spoke to the shocked sekirei, "And you have brought war to my people, to my planet!"
The Earth trembled at his rage, the ground eroded under his might, "WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE ALIEN?! WHY HAVE YOU ENDAGERED MY PEOPLE?!"
Circa 31,000 AD
The Emperor awoke to the sounds of humming machines coming from the pods.
It was the dream again. The one when he first met the sekirei.
He was violent at first, but #1 had calmed him down, and had prevented him from hurting anyone. That same day, he had winged all of them.
He had gained twenty alien comrades, plus one, that day.
For the next few years, they fought together, loved one another, and he had been with all of them the day they died.
He looked at the pods, numbered I-XX. It was ironic.
Twenty sekirei, twenty Primarchs, twenty Astartes Legions.
It was almost fitting.
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