Hello and welcome to my first fanfiction. Before I begin I like to give a few thanks to the stories who inspired me to write this. So in order thanks to Get Me Out of This Hell-hole! by DeusExTranshuman, Past's Relic, Future's Savior by Abramus5250, The Roboutian Heresy by Zahariel, The Dorn Heresy on Bolters and Chainswords, The Lupercalian Redemption by OmeganQueen, and TTS by Bruva Alfabusa.

Before we begin this prologue will have bits of first person within the italic format. After this I am planning for it to it to be mostly third person.

Disclaimer: Game Workshop is the solo owner of Warhammer 40k. Trust me I'm not rich enough to fight that fact.

You know that feeling of when you wake up and find yourself in another body with no idea what's going on? Well, if you didn't then at least you are not me. I found myself in what I think was some kind of pod in a lab and while that was a surprise I was soon about to be given another. A few hours later some kind of warning blurred over the lab and then I saw these figures.

Yes, figures were the best thing I could come up with on the fly alright. I was still, in the middle of a long panic about waking up in some other body with some of my memories gone. Yeah, that's right I couldn't remember certain things. Chief among them I had forgotten my name and much of my life. Anyway, back to the topic at hand, I was soon made aware on just who these figures were when I overheard them talking.

The Four Chaos Gods. Great, I'm in that universe and here I am inside a pod. It took me a half a minute to realize that I was somehow in one of the twenty Primarchs. Then came the rift and we were in the Warp. Just like in the lore that I read, mostly online from forums and a few books, we were in the Warp to be sent on our way.

I had my eyes, if you will, closed for that. I knew that those with strong will could alter the Warp around them, as it was just a sea of minds and emotions, but I rather not go crazy from looking at the collective mental madness. Didn't mean I wasn't able to feel it coming over me.

Yeah, I'm a psyker it seems. Though given the bits of lore I have read on the subject, it's likely that most of the Primarchs had some degree of powers with that. As such I couldn't just narrow down who I was with just that to guide me you know. "Oh, look this one's pod is broken a bit hmm maybe I could have a little fun with this one~"

Just by the seductive, yet creepy, feminine and masculine mixed tone, I knew who that was. I really didn't want to be some kind of batshit insane addict worshipping what is best described as the reason you shouldn't try to murderfuck your race into near extinction. I felt the disgusting touch of this thing trying to work itself into me when either by luck, or Tzeentch being the way he is, I was sent out of the Warp just before the feeling could inevitably twist me into a mindless beast.

At least I hope to what force caused this that I wasn't going to go batshit somewhere down the line. This was the energy that was known to warp people physically, mentally and alter reality. Stupid War in Heaven twisting a rather clam realm of psychic thought into hell.

Moving on from the thought of a monster I found myself landing in the middle of another room filled with metal. Another lab or perhaps old ruins was my first guess while a starship was the least likely of them. I had nothing else to add about this as I just was there for a few minutes until two figures, this time human, came and found my pod.

Within the madness of the Warp, the four beings who ruled much of it looked at their handy work. The twenty Primarchs were tossed to other worlds and with it the seeds of their triumph over the Anathema's plans. At least that's what Tzeentch told the other three of them. They had long learned not to trust his words for it. The Changer of Ways turned his attention over to Slaanesh. "You know that could have ruined our plans with that little stunt you tried to pull!"

"Oh, I wasn't going to do anything too big I was just going to have a little fun with one of them~" Slaanesh was being a bit honest. It wasn't going to do too much of a huge change. From a certain point of view. "Besides won't there be twenty of them so shouldn't there be at least five for each of us?"

Tzeentch kept that bit quiet. In truth, he pictured only half at most siding with them. Though the web's of Fate and future was something he had a degree of uncertainty. A truth that he knew yet one he loved all the same. "Perhaps this will be the case and perhaps not all that is certain is that we have strengthened our place within the war with the Anathema."

Khorne growled at this. Oh, how this doublespeak got on his nerves. If it wasn't for the threat of slowly being forced to a state of minor relevance as the Anathema's plans brought a sort of peace he wouldn't be working with any of them. "If this comes back to bite us I swear I am going to smash your tower part!" Knowing Tzeentch as he did Khorne just knew it was going to in some form or another.

Nurgle looked at his follow Warp spawned beings as soon as the last of the pods had existed the Warp. "Stay calm we shall see what happens but for now we have to make sure that the Anathema can't track them."

A laugh erupted from Tzeentch at this. "Already taken care of there is no way he'll be able to find them, or at least not find them unless he is close by in a Warp since."

With their business concluded the four of them left into their respected realms curved out from the Warp itself. Tzeentch after returning to his realm stopped as he felt the future feel a bit muddled. Despite his title as the Architect of Fate he occasionally had to act to make sure his rivals in the field didn't attempt to smash apart all his plans. He tried to check for the telltale signs of the usual rivals but was mildly surprised that it wasn't either of them. 'This is unexpected but not unforeseen after all a wild card is a rare let welcomed change.'

Even he was not immune to the contradictions of the Warp and every few thousand years such an event could happen. While this might seem like a problem to him one would be surprised to learn the opposite was true. The actions of his plots being changed by their existence on the fly and all around them were like a rare treat. Yet, he wasn't stupid to the problems they can create which is why he always had plans on the off chance he needed them.

As he looked on changing the plans he had his form shifted around as the vaguest of what could be called a smirk formed. The possibilities seemed to be shifting with each new web he formed. Each one a source of more plans however so small or large. 'I wonder how the Anathema would take Slaanesh's little change to one of his creations?'

Turns out I landed in a dialect space station used as some sort of base for a space fleet of one of the tiny pockets of humans who had at least some ability to travel in space. A sad thought if one considered that at their peak in this universe humanity had possibly spread out across the galaxy and could travel from one side to another. Still, at least it wasn't some world that had regressed to a Pre-Industrial society.

I was quick to learn the language spoken which was some heavily changed dialect of English which if my knowledge of Warhammer was still intact might be related to Low Gothic. As for the culture, I was thankful to find out they didn't have suspicious gods who names were bastardized versions of the four in the Warp. Seriously, with the state, things are I wouldn't be surprised if there was plenty of worlds like that.

Back to the mini stellar civilization, I found myself dropped in. It was sadly more of a future feudal society. Really, I don't know why I was surprised but at least I had an idea of the structure. Six systems settled with around eighteen planets and a few moons settled. It's not a vast Empire though at least It's a bit of something. The ruler happens to also be the person who practically runs the fleets of short-range Warp capable and near-light ships. They were titled Star-Lord.

Somehow I have the feeling that some company would take to suing them. I don't know why but I don't remember how I know that. As for me besides learning what I could about this little slice of space I had also focused him myself by physical and in the realm of being a psyker. The last thing I want is to accidentally start having visions that plague my mind to no end or attract unwanted attention. At least the people that found me were not suspicious of me. Ok, that's a lie they were but when I didn't seem to immediately go mad or explode they seem to actually encourage me to a degree.

I think it has something to do with them relying on psykers as something of guides in the Warp back when they had storms roaring about this region of space. Actually, that made me wonder how did the Eldar not realize the trouble that was happening could spell a disaster to them. Seriously, did they not think that something was wrong with the random Warp Storms forming all across the galaxy. Well, at least parts of their race wasn't completely stupid about the dangers they were causing.

Speaking of the Warp Storms this region of space had rather strong storms likely owing to where we are in the galaxy. Southwest if you want to call it from the Eye of Terror. A little too close to a hole, in reality, were the Eldar Empire used to be if you ask me.

This is where I found myself now. Apart of a small Stellar Empire just off the beaten path from the Eye of Terror, likely at the dawn of the Great Crusade in the Warhammer Galaxy with only some recollection of my life before all this happened. If you think that's overwhelming remember what Slaanesh was trying to do?

Yeah, well let me tell you this a developing Primarch can be altered In a lot of ways while traveling through a nonsense realm. I am just going to come straight out with it I was pretty sure what gender I was before they got to have fun mixing the chromosomes up. Yep, Slaanesh turned me female.

You know if it wasn't because that white would get off on it, and being likely vastly more Powerful them me, I would struggle them for doing something like this. What can you do?

Before you ask I do not plan for their to be Female Space Marines. I did this because I was looking for a gimmick for the story and figured why not. So, yeah after reading this you can see I took some inspiration from one of the stories I listed. Also, the whole world card bit is a sort of meta thing about what a insert of this caliber would do. Is this a good thing? Well, it's Warhammer being special and catching the eye of something in the Warp may not end well. Yes, I will be having the lost Primarchs in this. Though that is obvious.

Anyway, I would like to see what you all think of this and until next.