While attempting a vain scheme to resurrect his lord and imperium to life from the red sands of mars, Captain General of the Adeptus Custodes; Kitten, has died. However, in the bursting supernova of light and shower of shrapnel that was his end his soul did not pass unto the immaterium as so many countless do every day across the galaxy, no, it went... elsewhere.

Before the great war, Terra was the mightiest of the kingdoms of Remnant. Some say it was just a casualty of the war, but there is so much more to it than most people know. In its ruins, the Ruinous Powers and the remnants of Terra's Legions lurk and plot, craving to be mighty once more. Now some of the Legionnaires have found their way into the Beacon Academy.

The Reign of Man draws near to its end. The Reign of Grimm draws near, and few will survive Remnant's baptism by fire into a cruel, unforgiving galaxy, as ancient walls crumble, shields rust and corrode, and protectors grow old and corrupt. Remnant's survival lies in the hands of a hidden, waning few. RWBY, JNPR and Remnant as a whole must adapt, lest they burn.

Deep in the bowls of Nova Castillia Hive on Fenksworld, in the Calixius Sector, a new force is rising. But the Imperium is calcified and hateful to anything that upsets the status quo. Anything except conquerors willing to bend to Terra. What care they how the Tithe is gathered, as long as it is paid? The Inquisition is ever watchful, but for the right price...

"Destiny is not set in stone. It only takes one grain of rice to tip a scale, one pebble falling into the sea to start a tidal wave; Every action, no matter how small has an effect on the future. So, tell me... do you believe in destiny?" Real-world SI. First-time fanfic. Rated M for violence, gore, swearing, smut (later on) and alcohol. Warhammer 40K characters in Remnant.

A Remnant from a forgotten past. For Millennia ignorant to a greater galaxy. But nothing can be keep pristine in this age, where Darkness inhabits the void. It has returned. Long ago lost to its people. Time of reckoning, placed in a conflict they never desired.

After the fall of Atlas and their apparent demise, team RWBY finds themselves lost in a galaxy so broken it makes home seem like a paradise. Lost, confused, and separated, they must reunite and if possible, find a way to survive in this hopeless realm. But they will learn that in a galaxy as cruel as this one, even the greatest of victories are often synonymous with defeat.

How does one warped by steel and machinery find care for someone else? Rated T for violence, death, and profanity. Doesn't entirely follow Warhammer or RWBY.

It is a time of legend, the vast armies of the Imperium battle for humanity's supremacy amongst the stars in constant conflict against the myriad races of alien hordes that seek humanity's extinction. Leading them are the primarchs, twenty beings of godlike stature and power. Each has led a legion into battle, only two remain missing on a world of bloody evolution.

I believe summary is redundant for the sake of even slight surprise for the readers. Enjoy this one-shot/child of my sleep-deprived mind. Reviews are appreciated.

Light and Darkness, two forces in open and total conflict, each one having its own champion, design, and plans, pushed forward by uncaring Gods, trampling thousand upon thousands of souls under their clash. Not anymore. Not while I'm still breathing. If those Gods, and those that blindly follow them, want a war, I will gladly give them one. Humans do not submit to fate. We shape it

A spinoff where The Galactic Patridges come uninvited. Original fic by Deadrich18 available in spacebattle forum and fanfiction. Cover art is Commander Harry Partridge available in Galactic Patridges 1d4chan page.

a Return of Faith spinoff were the Lamenters with the memory of Slaughterhouse III still fresh, will aid the Black Lions at reconquest of Remnant uninvited. Original fic by Deadrich18 available in spacebattle forum and fanfiction. Cover art The Lamenters Last Standing by TheMaestroNoob commissioned by Saushkin from devianart

As the dust settles from the Indomitus Crusade, both the eyes of the Imperium and the Dark Gods are fixed on a strategically crucial planet known as Remnant. Totally oblivious to the goings on of the wider galaxy the people of Remnant face the largest battle between light and dark since the fall of Cadia...

The Empire was the last safe haven against the Chaos, but in the end, it too fell. With one last pilgrimage to the Citadel of Eternity, the Ubersreik Five beseech their gods for aid, but it becomes all too clear that it is the end for the Warhammer World. The gods, however, are able to offer the heroes one last boon and with their power, allow them to survive into the next world.

On the forgotten fortress world Remnant. A New Commissar starts his life.

On the border of Imperial Space lies the Fortress world of Remnant. As the green tide closes around the planet a young Commissar and his new regiment must survive Orks and their mysterious commander.

'Battle-Fleet Halo' possibly one of the largest battle-fleets of the Indomitus Crusade is now lost in unknown space thanks to a freak storm surge in the warp. In search of a way to return back, they discover a new planet with a shattered moon - Remnant. Will this be the world where they find hope? Or is their destiny forever to be embroiled in war?

A Pilot to the codex of the 2nd and 11th primarchs being Ruby Rose And Yang Xia-long (inspired By The Forgotten Gods from Archaon the Everchosen 1999)

After his glorious last stand against his former Primarch, Rylanor finds himself underground once again, bruised and battered, awaiting discovery and his final test. Oneshot

Jaune Arc is in a coma, team JNPR and team RWBY all wish that their friend will wake up. Though they never thought about what he might be going through as he lies unconscious, they never thought about how centuries in the grim darkness of the forty first millennia might change a person.

Rogal Dorn, Primarch Of The VII Legion The Imperial Fists, The Praetorian Of Terra, The Vigilant, ambushed by Chaos. The Emperor wouldn't have it, he may have been gone for millennia, he may have changed, but with him comes salvation for he is the Praetorian and the Imperium his charge.

Sirens blared as The Omnissiah's Vigil came to a stop...those adepts in the control room lay slumped across their workstations, some dead others unconscious...but he had no time to mourn before the God-Machine fought against him for dominance, he clutched his command throne as those who still lived slowly stirred in their chairs...

Remnant is a dangerous world. Humanity is hemmed into small pockets of hope, pressed inwards by the encroaching horrors that lurk in the dark. Yet all a Warpsmith of the 20th legion sees are opportunities.

After Dying the god-emperor of mankind finds himself in a whole new world, much different from the imperium he had left behind. Here he meets teenagers who fight demons with strange weaponry and strange customs. How will the fate of Remnant unfold now that the universe's most powerful man is upon it?