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Author's Note: Here's a new story, hope y'all like it.
Solemnance, The Materium
A Human and a Necron walk side by side. This event is strange enough, but it's made even more curious when one considers who these two are. The Human is a son of the Emperor himself, one Roboute Guilliman. The avenging son, Lord commander of the Imperium, Primarch of the Ultramarines, and many other titles. The Necron is Trazyn the Infinite, overlord and (self-proclaimed) Arch-Archaeovist of Solemnance. You see, these two beings have made a deal. Guilliman has some priceless artifacts that he isn't necessarily using, and in one of Trazyn's many exhibits is something (or I suppose "someone") that Guilliman wants.
So a deal was made. Guilliman also got a tour of Trazyn's exhibits out of the whole thing, which he certainly appreciated (though he could have done without the various guns pointed at him). Eventually though, the two of them reached what they were looking for. In this exhibit stood one of the Emperor's sons, a Primarch. One of Guilliman's own brothers. Or at least, a perfect clone of one. There before him stood the perfect clone of Fulgrim, Primarch of the Emperor's Children.
Fulgrim stood in the exhibit, one hand on a sheathed blade. His purple armor looked so similar to what he had once worn, and Trazyn apologized for the lack of professionalism. You see, the other Fulgrim had been quite unwilling to give up his old armor, despite the fact that he couldn't wear it anymore. So, Trazyn had been forced to make due, and had ordered one of his many constructs to create replica armor. The sword too, was not the sword that Fulgrim had used before his treachery. The Laer Blade was now in the hands of another, Trazyn hadn't been able to find Fireblade, and the less said about the Kinebrach Anathame the better. So, Fulgrim's current blade was nothing but a display, and useless in combat to anyone who lacked a Primarch's strength.
"Well, I suppose that it's time now", Guilliman said after a few moments. Trazyn stepped up to the exhibit. "Shame to see it go", the overlord said before pressing a series of buttons next to it. The Primarch within fell to his knees as the stasis shield turned off, even his enhanced reflexes caught off guard by being woken up so suddenly. He looked disoriented for a second, as his Primarch mind quickly got its bearings. He looked up at the two people, shocked at what he saw.
Fulgrim's POV
When I woke up it was...disconcerting, to say the least. I didn't know where I was, or how much time had passed. What I did know was that I was on my knees, a position unfit for a Primarch such as myself. Then I saw who was looming over me, and decided that perhaps I should stay where I was. Surely Guilliman had decided to awaken me so that he could take his vengeance. "Fulgrim" he started, "do you know what you have done?" I considered lying, but decided that I was in no position to try tricking him. "I do." "The traitor said as much. Do you wish for forgiveness?" "I do", I answered, "though I don't know how I could possibly earn it."
"Will you fight for the Imperium you once tried to destroy?" Guilliman continued. "I will", I answered without any hesitation. "Will you purge the enemies of our father, including your traitorous sons if required?" This one had some hesitation. I would do almost many things to earn forgiveness, but killing my own sons? "If...if that is what it takes, then that is what I shall do," came my much more hesitant reply. "Then rise, my brother. For there is much work to be done."
We then took our leave of Solemnance, though I made sure to take the time to compliment some of Trazyn's exhibits (especially the thunder warrior, I still don't know how he got that one). Once we left the planet, I was given a cabin aboard Macragge's Honour, which had been waiting for the two of us above the planet. It was certainly meant for a high ranking officer, and within a new set of power armor and a new sword waited for me. While not to my standards, they would certainly do for until I could get my hands on anything better. I quickly took stock of the room. It clearly hadn't been meant for someone of my stature, and seems to have been renovated in a hurry. Taking a moment to brace myself and put on the new set of power armor, I prepared to meet my brother on the bridge.
This new set of armor was made to look like his old. It was almost an exact copy, though my keen eyes spotted a number of imperfections that would be fixed once I had the chance to do so. The sword was nowhere near the quality of my... old blade, though that was to be expected, especially considering who made that one. There would be time to mourn his lost later, for now Guilliman had told me to meet him on the bridge, so that is where I went. After spending a few minutes making sure that I looked as good as possible, of course.
Leaving my room, two custodes joined me. Clearly, Guilliman didn't trust me completely, which was to be expected. Walking to the bridge, people's reactions to me seemed mixed. Some seemed almost ecstatic to see me, and I assumed those were the ones who only saw what they thought was a Primarch and didn't know who I was, or what I had done. Some seemed ready to murder me, and I got the sudden feeling that the custodes were as much to keep me safe as to make sure I stayed in line. Just before we reached the bridge, I took a second to brace myself and check my reflection in the metal one last time before continuing to meet my brother and whatever penance he had prepared for me.
Author's Note:
I hoped that y'all enjoyed that. Expect a next chapter eventually, I've never been particularly good with schedules. If anyone here is curious about my other stories, then here's a bit of an update. They're on hold for the time being, though I do intend to return to them, hopefully soon.