Chapter 14D
Many many light years away from the Maelstrom an extremely ancient ship sat in orbit of a disaster torn planet far below. This ship was old, very old, and steeped in tragic history. It was a place of pain for multitudes of people, the birth place of many monsters and great evil.
It was a corrupted space marine strike cruiser, laid down thousands of years ago by the Imperium of Man, and used by the Loyalist Space Marines of the Novamarines chapter for a time of glorious heroism. For a brief time it had shone as an instrument of justice and retribution of evil, a glorious time, but brief... Those days of goodness were long gone now and only the most ancient of the machine spirits on board remembered this wonderful time. The forces of chaos had captured the haloed Strike Cruiser thousands of years ago and ever since then it had been a vessel of nightmares.
The strike cruiser had once been an elegant and graceful thing. Not anymore. It was now a patchwork of ugly repairs and crude extensions, the scars of thousands of years of brutal space battles and poorly skilled repair work. It was painted the midnight dark blue of the Night Lords legion colours, but not evenly. Every repair patch had a slightly different shade of paint, pretty much just using whatever dark blue paint the repair workers had on hand, adding to the overly shoddy appearance of the brutal war ship.
The ship was 4.5 kilometres in length, over 500 meters wide and displaced 20 million tons of mostly various types of steel. Along the sides ran a line of massive brutal macro cannons, backed up with a haphazard mix of different types of gun turrets and missile launches running along the top and bottom of the ship's length. At the front yawned the huge opening of a launch bay for thunder hawk gunships and other space capable aircraft, and above this were the menacing openings of a row of torpedo tubes. At the rear of the ship was another tube, this one for deploying thermonuclear anti-naval mines.
It was all in all a brutal thing built for the sole purpose of causing violence and death. In its long history it had killed billions of people in one way or another, it was death and ruin given form and the throats of a billion ghosts spoke it's name in fear and hatred.
This brutal ship was the aptly named "Crucible of Starvation", the source where all the current horror started, one of the most evil and feared of all the ships to torment the imperial worlds of the Segmentum Solar.
The brutal Crucible of Starvation was death to the outside world, but to those who dwelled inside it, it was home. This was the haloed homeland of the entire Sevenson family, the ancestral seat of power for this terrible Chaos Space Marine dynasty. Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson had been born on this ship, Wendy Sevenson had been born on this ship, as had Augusta, TigerLily, Mandy, Indigo, Mary, and so many other people. And long ago though she didn't remember it, Egg's egg had been first laid on this terrible ship. Everything traced it's origins back to this ship.
65000 permanent crew had lived their entire lives on this ship, born on board and spending their entire lives in ceaseless labor running the ship for their brutal chaos overlords. These crew had always lived here, descendants of the original chapter serfs of the Novamarines who were crewing the ship when it was captured by chaos. For generations without end they had bred, replacing their numbers with new generations of crew in a never ending line, breeding freely with captured slaves to keep the gene pool fresh, but always quintessentially their own people group with their own history and roots.
To these people, the Crucible of Starvation was like a permanent city that travelled the void of space, it was their home. They lived their lives like any other people, marrying and being given in marriage, having and raising children, working in their various jobs and enjoying the fellowship of friends and family. It made very little difference to these people exactly which chaos faction controlled their ship, they simply did their jobs and lived their lives mostly indifferent to the wider politics around them.
The Crucible of Starvation was currently sitting in orbit of the terrible Slaanesh controlled daemon world of Beta Kappa Rwanda 5, a ferociously contested former imperial mining world with some of the richest mineral deposits in the entire sector of the galaxy it occupied. Beta Kappa Rwanda 5 was a terrible place of unrestricted mining, torn apart by billions of wretched slaves for the abundant wealth it's rocks contained. Huge warp rifts engulfed the entire star system, making it like a much smaller version of the Maelstrom, forever out of reach of non-heretical imperial servants.
The planet had originally had no atmosphere of any kind, it's oceans and atmospheres completely stripped away by Tyranid Hive Fleet Leviathan, but over a decade of heavy industry in the warp rifts had changed this.
Huge smelting facilities the size of nations greedily roasted ores down to their component atoms with nuclear fires, keeping the valuable metals contained in the ore oxides and spewing out billions of tons of oxygen and other waste gaseous byproducts into the ever growing atmosphere. Howling winds tormented the thin oxygen rich atmosphere, massive storm cells belting the ruined landscape with stony debris.
Daemons of Slaanesh cavorted freely across the wind tortured rock strewn landscape, racing along dunes of mine leavings, climbing all over the steel girders of huge mining infrastructure and making love in the empty craters of abandoned depleted open cut mines.
Huge wind turbines harnessed the screaming winds to add their furious power to the grinding industry, ripping ever more obscene wealth from the hard ground for the decadent pleasure lifestyles of the disgustingly rich class who ruled the planet. It was a place of merciless wealth inequality, where the rich got richer still, and were the poor laboured to death in absolute poverty despite the obscene wealth all around them.
Out of this planet poured every single metallic element in the periodic table that mankind coveted. Millions of tons of gold, silver, platinum, rhodium, iron, uranium, copper, tin, manganese, chromium and every other metal, all in incredible abundance. Black marketeers of all factions flocked to this place for trade, bringing the decadent wealth of the galaxy into this place to sell to those in power. This planet was a monument to the greed of Slaanesh, an altar to the worst excesses of the extremely rich.
Surrounding Beta Kappa Rwanda 5 in orbit was a gargantuan armada of chaos ships and bloated orbital space hive cities crammed with the countless billions who made up the inexhaustible workforce. It was a chaos space empire at the very height of it's power.
The Night Lords of Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson's Royal family faction coveted Beta Kappa Rwanda 5, coveted it above all else. All their ambitions were focused on reclaiming it and resuming their lives of unimaginable wealth where the treasures of the galaxy just came to them and they didn't need to fight wars for it. For a brief time they had ruled this highly coveted place and had had wealth beyond their wildest dreams, and losing this had been their most terrible humiliation.
While others wanted the Alpha Plus Egg Sevenson to conquer the entire galaxy for their respective factions, Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson merely wanted her to capture and hold this one star system for him. He had no megalomaniac ambitions of galactic domination, he wanted only one planet that was rich enough to keep him on the decadent gravy train for the rest of his long life, this planet and it alone.
Onboard the Crucible of Starvation, Daemon Princess of Slaanesh MA7, mother of Luke Sevenson and mother and matriarch of the entire Sevenson family, cowered miserably before her brutal overlord. Her overlord and master was an extremely dangerous greater daemon of Slaanesh known only as "the Flesh Mistress", one of the most powerful of it's kind currently in existence.
MA7 kissed the cruel hooves of her Master in complete submission, terrified of his wrath. The Flesh Mistress laughed musically and viciously trampled MA7's face arrogantly, making her scream with a combination of pain and pleasure. Her Master had been abusing her all day long, delighting in humbling the once mighty Daemon Princess.
The Flesh Mistress came up behind MA7 and sodomised her wonderfully, filling the Slaanesh Daemon Princess with erotic rapture, making her moan with all consuming lust. MA7 didn't mind this at all, she was a creature of Slaanesh through and through after all.
MA7 orgasmed repeatedly as her Master did ever more extreme things to her, howling in daemonic roars of lust and praising Slaanesh. It went on and on until the Flesh Mistress got bored and left to return to his unholy experiments on screaming Eldar captives.
MA7 picked herself up and eagerly returned to her beloved husband, the chaos space marine Nathan Hornswoggle. She positively ran to Nathan, completely and totally addicted to him, craving the object of her desire like a drug. MA7 began and ended with Nathan, he was her everything.
MA7's new daemonic body had no arms, not even stumps, just huge armpits that extended up to where her arms should come out. She had huge wings that appeared as required and were currently disappeared, multi jointed elongated legs, but no arms of any kind. She was completely naked and the colour of extremely pale skin, she had multiple genitals between her legs, both male and female, had 6 massive luscious breasts in 3 pairs running down her torso, and she even had two anuses. Her exquisitely erotic body was covered in scar shaped mouths with full lips and extraordinarily long prehensile tongues that functioned as limbs when needed. Her stunning face had far too many eyes, all completely black and all pupil, and long dreadlocks of pale flesh grew out of her scalp and ran down her back like hair.
MA7 was as tall as any daemon prince was, but far more slender and far less heavy, an extremely pretty flower to bring pleasure to her beloved Nathan.
MA7 found Nathan in firing range B, using his bolter to blast apart chained prisoners for target practice like he always did. MA7 beamed with proud delight at his marksmanship and admired his precision.
Nathan noticed his Daemon Princess wife and yelled out to her, "beloved!"
"Husband!" MA7 called back and joyfully ran into his waiting arms just as she always had when she was mortal.
MA7 covered the helmet of Nathan's power armour with kisses, jubilant in his exquisite presence. She loved him utterly, he was her oxygen, her EVERYTHING!
She burned with passion for her mortal husband, wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything, needing him the way an addict needs drugs. Nathan removed his helmet and MA7 instantly kissed his face in a frenzy of raw desire, loving him utterly.
For long minutes the strange married couple made out passionately before Nathan paused to remove enough of his armour to get his erect penis inside one of her many vaginas. For a long time they copulated feverishly like wild animals in heat, having no other thought except for each other.
The pair were completely obsessed with each other, had been completely all over each other pretty much every spare moment for the last 310 years, and they would continue in their romance for the rest of eternity. They were one, one flesh, one soul, one spirit, bound together forever by the power of Slaanesh with a mutual obsession that could never be broken, the result of a heart binding ritual long ago.
Chaos Space Marine Nathan Hornswoggle was not at all high ranking. He had never promoted higher than the lowly rank of a common tactical squad chaos space marine, just a grunt with a bolter who never rose up the chain of command. He had no real responsibility of any kind and that was just the way he liked it. While his son Luke became an exalted Chaos Lord, and his wife MA7 rose even higher to become a Daemon Princess, Nathan just stayed put.
Nathan had been with MA7 ever since he was 14 years old. She had been a wretched starving slave, the Night Lords had captured her and a large number of other women in a slave raid and had been joyfully raping and torturing these women for fun. MA7 had had much of her arms hacked off, had been horrifically mutilated with knives and had then been thrown out into a walkway corridor on the Crucible of Starvation to bleed to death.
Nathan had been a neophyte, originally taken from an orphanage on an imperial planet raided by the Night Lords to provide extremely pure uncorrupted human genetic stock for their precious gene seeds. He had been in the top 0.0001 percent of humans genetically compatible with space marine gene seeds and was recruited into the ranks in an attempt to stabilise the rapidly mutating gene seeds with some fresh blood.
Nathan had not been coping well with his new life as a chaos space marine neophyte and had felt terribly lonely and traumatised. He had happened to walk past as MA7 was tossed bleeding to death out a door into the corridor and something about her had been just so pitiful that he had stopped and helped her. He had stopped the bleeding, saved her life and carried her away with him to his military bunk. He had purchased her as his own slave from her legal owners who had so callously mutilated her and had then spent weeks nursing her back from the brink of death, feeding her, watering her and treating her injuries.
He had saved her life and earned her eternal loyalty, and the strange scarred woman had been extremely generous in her physical acts of showing her gratitude to him. Ever since then she had been absolutely all over him in a frenzy of passionate sex, eternally determined to keep his balls as empty as possible at every free waking moment.
This frenzy of never ending sex had made such a great impression on Nathan that he had eventually married MA7, and even 300 years later they had never stopped fucking like maniacs. Neither of them had ever had any ambition in life to do more than simply fuck each other as much as humanly possible, they were both completely obsessed with each other, simply a very devoted husband and wife who greatly enjoyed their sex life together.
But the blasted kids had come along and caused them no end of stress...
Nathan and MA7 had had sex, had sex A LOT, and they had been rather complacent about using contraceptives. With them constantly rooting like bunnies without contraception, nature had taken it's own majestic course until before the pair knew it they had well over 40 kids. Because they were all the legitimate children of a Chaos Space Marine by his legal wife, the boys had all been legally entitled to receive gene seeds and become chaos space marines in the legion warband, and this had caused a lot of problems for the two parents.
While Nathan and MA7 might have had no ambition, the kids had been a different story. Luke and Wendy had been the worst, a pair of ruthless power grabbers who were ring leaders that stirred up all the other kids into an orgy of gruesome violence that split the old warband in two and founded the entire Sevenson dynasty from their half of the split warband.
MA7 had been caught up in it too. Originally MA7 had just been a house wife who managed the household slaves and acted as the crèche mother for her army of offspring. She was a devoted mother who doted on every baby and child that she could find, completely involved in the lives of not only every one of her own children, but also with every grandchild and great grandchild that came along.
When the kids rebelled and took power, poor MA7 reluctantly did too and became the unwitting figurehead of the newly formed "Sevenson" dynasty, named in her honour, literally "the sons of MA7" and the gentle unambitious house wife/crèche mother suddenly found herself the monarch of a powerful dynasty. MA7 had never had any idea how to handle this sort of responsibility and had just been carried along for the ride as Luke, Wendy and the other kids did all the actual thinking and told her what to say and do at every stage.
The poor unwitting innocent mother had gained ever more power and had ever more terrible things committed by her order (with Wendy, Luke and the other kids putting every word in her mouth), getting more and more extreme until her chosen chaos god Slaanesh elevated her all the way to becoming a Daemon Princess! It was quite beside the point that MA7 had never actually WANTED to become a Daemon Princess. MA7 was almost unprecedented in being someone who ascended to Daemonhood who never actually had any sort of ambition in that direction.
Nowadays the pair just went on fucking as they always had. Even ascending to Daemonhood had not significantly changed who MA7 was as a person. She remained an unambitious gentle wife and mother, desiring nothing more in life beyond the love of her husband and the wellbeing of her family members. She endured every indignity that life threw at her and simply carried on, content with her life already.
Hours later Nathan and MA7 were in bed, having sex yet again. Given the choice this was pretty much all they ever wanted to do. They both did not really require sleep, Nathan only needed it infrequently and MA7 never needed sleep at all. They pretty much just fucked for the entire night without stopping to sleep, only having the occasional designated sleep night for Nathan. Both of them had limitless endurance and endless energy, both perfectly able to spend 8 straight hours without even pulling out the entire time.
Nathan was just cumming yet again inside his wife when their ruler "the Flesh Mistress" kicked their apartment door down and entered uninvited. Both Nathan and MA7 looked at each other in confusion and then looked at their exalted overlord curiously, they had no idea why it was here.
"Why did you not tell me that your son was bringing an Alpha Plus psyker to destroy me?" The Flesh Mistress demanded angrily.
Nathan was confused and asked, "which son? What Alpha Plus? What are you talking about?"
Nathan genuinely had no clue what the greater daemon was talking about, Nathan made a point of not knowing anymore than he needed to know about what his various kids were up to, it was just too exhausting trying to keep up to date with their foibles.
"I wasn't asking you worm, SHE knows what I am talking about." The Flesh Mistress snapped.
"That LITTLE GIRL is my grand daughter, stop talking about her as though she is an object rather than a person." MA7 replied sounding deeply offended.
Nathan had absolutely no idea what she was talking about and blinked in confusion. He shrugged. He hadn't even bothered to pull out of her and now just went on fucking her. Whatever had just happened, he wanted no part of it and deliberately ignored the heated conversation that followed.
***...
Daemon Princess of Slaanesh MA7 glared hatefully at Iron Warriors Warsmith Victus Ironboot as he ratted on her kids to the Flesh Mistress, the Warsmith had just ruined 2 years of top secret planning to depose the hated Flesh Mistress from power.
2 years ago MA7 had been summoned by Wendy to a summoning circle on the other side of the galaxy and had gotten to meet her adorable little grand daughter Egg. She was such a dear little thing and MA7 had loved her with the same unconditional love that she loved all her other grandchildren.
MA7 had made two trips to the summoning circle and had acted as a secret messenger between Wendy on one side of the galaxy and Luke on the other to let them formulate the plan to bring Egg to Beta Kappa Rwanda 5 to defeat the Flesh Mistress (who was mistreating MA7's children and grandchildren).
It had taken 2 years just to transport Egg back to the edge of the Segmentum Solar, delayed constantly by warring factions fighting bloody wars over Egg to possess her as a psychic super weapon. Egg was now so close but still out of reach, and now these hateful "Steel Brethren" assholes had gone and completely ruined the careful element of surprise MA7 had been desperately maintaining with the help of Emm-Hegg-Amon.
Victus Ironboot ignored her hateful glared and told the Flesh Mistress everything he knew in exchange for a huge pile of gold ingots and a bunch of other bribes. MA7 trembled with anger, this Victus had sworn an oath of loyalty and alliance to her son Luke, and now he was betraying him in the worst way possible. MA7 was not vindictive by nature but she would not quickly forgive this.
The Flesh Mistress listened in rapt attention to every word and pressed for every detail he could. When he had learned all he could he turned very slowly to MA7, with a hateful look on his face.
"EXPLAIN!" The Flesh Mistress hatefully demanded of MA7.
"My lord, I am not sure that I can put a positive light on this. My son intends to remove you from power, violently if necessary, to stop you from hurting my family. For the wellbeing of my children you need to give us back our empire." MA7 said gently.
The Flesh Mistress viciously slapped her to the floor with a brutal slap to the face and stepped on her face with a vicious hoof.
"This is going to hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me." The Flesh Mistress hissed menacingly, clacking his terrible crab claws.
***...
In orbit around Beta Kappa Rwanda 5 a large part of the fearsome armada of war ships flashed into life. Behind the stubby hind quarters of fearsome chaos cruisers flares of high energy plasma erupted out in explosive fury as engines roared to life.
Hundreds of terrible lunar class main line cruisers moved away from their positions in orbit, backed up by endless squadrons of Claymore class corvettes. At the head of this armada was the Flesh Mistress's most terrible weapon, a highly enlarged and modified "King Battle Barge", 15 kilometres in length and named "the Lord of Rape". Controlled by the Flesh Mistress's loyal chaos space marines of the "rape lords" warband, the Lord of Rape would not rest until the capture or death of this "Egg Sevenson".
The Rape Lords Chaos Space Marines were in high spirits as the 3 entire companies of them set off in the mighty battle barge, they had never had the pleasure of raping an Alpha Plus psyker before. All of them LOVED little girls, they were so much tighter than adult women were.
The Rape Lords were a Night Lords warband that devoutly worshipped Slaanesh. They were a warband of aptly feared Noise Marines, and as the name suggested, they were the complete and total lords and masters of committing rape. Every day they committed no less than 6 acts of rape as a religious ritual.
6 times. Every day. Rape. Not quasi-consensual sex with girlfriends, not uncertain "is this ok?" grey areas. Undeniable unquestionable RAPE.
The lack of consent was so religiously important to them that they were terrified that the victims were secretly consenting and simply lying about their lack of consent. They didn't dare rape women, at least not in the first 6 each day, women were capable of giving consent and that wouldn't do at all. The same went for men, never could they be the first 6...
What the Rape Lords really needed was someone who was completely incapable of giving consent. Teenagers and adolescents were not good enough, depending upon the jurisdiction they could legally give consent at this age. Children were more like it but even they, in some fucked up planets, could give consent. No. To make absolutely SURE that the acts had no possibility of being consensual, the Rape Lords raped BABIES!
That's right, every single fucking day, these Rape Lord chaos space marines started off the day by brutally raping 6 tiny little babies...
After the 6 babies the Rape Lords were then free to spend the rest of the day raping any other age groups they liked. To these depraved marines rape was a fine art form. They sampled every type of victim they could, always seeking something new to violate. And now they had a chance to sample an Alpha Plus.
The Rape Lords were the worst of the worst, completely devoid of noteworthy redeeming features. If they captured Egg Sevenson with her body even partially intact, no matter if she was alive or dead, all 300 Noise Marines would rape her body, rape it over and over again until there was no meat left to keep raping.
Out of all the horrible things that might possibly befall Egg, no fate was worse than being captured alive by these depraved monsters.
***...
Across the fleet of Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson, TigerLily's voice spoke out in a radio announcement that was patched through every public announcement speaker on every ship in the fleet.
"Tzeentch worshippers of the fleet rejoice. Your Daemon Princess rules on high and is listening to music track number 5."
The speaker systems then blared the ridiculous music of "the Chicken Dance" at high volume across the entire fleet, drawing curses from irritated Chaos Space Marines.
In the throne room of the Nightmare Asylum, the colossal Daemon Princess of Tzeentch danced around crazily holding her screaming chaos cultist ex husband Sigmund Smith in her arms. She was maniacally singing "da-da-da" in tune with the ridiculous music.
She spread her huge wings and soared all around the cathedral sized throne room as Sigmund screamed in terror. She was laughing like an absolute lunatic.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" Roared the voice of Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson as he ran into his throne room to investigate this latest act of lunacy from his increasingly likely to be divorced wife TigerLily.
"I'm doing the chicken dance", she told him jubilantly.
"It's 3 o'clock in the fucking morning!" Luke shouted angrily.
"I got bored watching you sleep husband, I never sleep anymore now that I'm a Daemon Princess", TigerLily explained happily.
"Find something to do that DOESN'T wake up people who are trying to sleep!" Luke bellowed at her in a rage.
TigerLily cheerfully agreed, gave a big thumbs up and ran off with her screaming ex husband to find some less irritating way of entertaining herself.
Luke sighed in exasperation as he slumped down on his throne and answered the Vox calls of the cursing chaos space marines all across the chaos fleet. TigerLily was like a hyperactive child (with super powers) when left to her own devices for too long.
Luke decided that as he was already up and too irritated to quickly go back to sleep he might as well stay up and get some work done.
The entire fleet was finished now and on it's way to Beta Kyoto Epsilon to reacquire Egg. The fleet had nothing like enough navigators so was forced to do repeated short calculated warp jumps of no more than 5 light years at a time. It was slow progress but TigerLily had assured him that they would arrive in time to nab Egg.
Luke was extremely concerned with his new population of chaos worshippers. Thanks to TigerLily's actions on Mia Rho, now over 99 percent of the entire fleet population was composed of newly converted Mia Rho Tzeentch worshippers, all of whom were loyal to TigerLily alone. There were BILLIONS of the fuckers!
At a word TigerLily could make the entire population of them go into a fanatical rampage and kill everyone who wasn't a Tzeentch worshipper. Even the chaos space marines could not fight against billions of people, especially when said people already infested every ship in the fleet.
It was checkmate, TigerLily was now the unquestioned ruler of this fleet and Luke was nothing but the poor little husband! Without any obvious signs she had completely taken over without fight. Her sneakiness was absolutely humbling!
Luke and everyone else were now little more than the servants of TigerLily in a Tzeentch fleet. Just months ago it had been a predominantly Slaanesh fleet, now less than 1 percent worshipped Slaanesh!
Luke went to do some paperwork but found that TigerLily had already done absolutely everything that was technically Luke's job, even stuff that was adamantly labeled "Chaos Lord only". Luke sighed, she really had taken over. He got up and went to the hospital to check on Mary, she was still in a critical condition.
He was halfway to the hospital before the Chicken Dance resumed playing through the speakers, causing ship wide cursing from people trying to sleep. Luke just didn't care anymore, he would not go chasing her again.
Luke entered the hospital and his heavy terminator armour foot falls echoed down the long empty halls at this late hour. The lights suddenly flicked on and off rapidly in the ceiling, TigerLily was clearly making a nuisance of herself with the ship's lighting systems. Luke sighed heavily and just continued on to the hospital room, ignoring the juvenile acts of his wife.
The pair of them had remarried last week in an extravagant ceremony, determined to give their train wreck of a marriage another go. So far things were going... difficult.
Luke entered the hospital room and paused at the chaos that greeted him. Mary was on the operating table surrounded by doctors and surgeons, but the medical practitioners were not currently focused on the patient. They were instead focused on the floating tyranid zoanthrope that was levitating in mid air in the operating room and trying to eat the patient.
Luke sighed very deeply, recognising the creature instantly as TigerLily's odious pet zoanthrope "Chappie", a semi tame tyranid that caused no end of mayhem in its daily antics. It had had brain surgery to remove the bit that connected it to the hive mind, and for added safety TigerLily had filled it's brain with bionic behavioural inhibitors that prevented it from harming any non-microscopic living things.
Mary's wife Melody was in the operating room angrily pulling on Chappie's tail trying to drag him out of the room but she wasn't strong enough. Luke noticed in exasperation that Melody had the word "peepee" written on her face in TigerLily's handwriting with permanent marker. Clearly Melody had fallen asleep in the room and TigerLily had tiptoed in and drawn on her face.
Chappie broke free of Melody's grip and proceeded to lap up the blood from all the surgical implements. He knocked over and broke a lot of expensive looking equipment as screaming and pandemonium broke out in the operating room. The zoanthrope licked the open surgical cuts on the patient, probably transmitting infection from the garbage he usually ate out of trash bins, but his bionic brain implants prevented him from eating the still alive patient despite clearly wanting to. He then got into the medical waste bin, sucking the blood off infected sharps and swallowing used bloody bandages whole, making a frightful mess in the process.
Luke knew exactly how to deal with this alien pest, he cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled, "Chappie I will feed you".
The zoanthrope tore around eagerly at the promise of food and floated out of the surgery room towards Luke hungrily.
Luke led the gluttonous thing out of the hospital and into an all night diner, ignoring the sign on the door that said "no Chappie allowed", clearly the zoanthrope had caused problems here before.
The proprietor yelled at Chappie to get out but stopped when he saw the Chaos Lord. Luke used a wireless network in his terminator armour to function like a debit card and bought the dinner's entire stock of food and threw it all into the corridor walkway outside for Chappie. The zoanthrope bellowed in joy and messily ate the entire mess of food in an orgy of feeding.
Luke left the alien to it and returned to the hospital while the thing was still distracted by its meal. That obnoxious pet had always been a problem. Like all tyranids he was completely obsessed with eating and constantly patrolled the ship searching for anything remotely edible. Mostly Chappie just got into trash bins and made a mess, but occasionally he showed up in places like kitchens or operating rooms and was a real problem. TigerLily fed the thing but it was so greedy that it still felt the need to gobble up everything it could get its slobbery jaws on.
Returning to the hospital room Luke found a mass of hospital staff clearing away the mess Chappie had left in his wake as the demoralised doctors continued on with the operation. Melody was back to sitting out in the room outside the operating room, sitting on a chair she had pulled up to the viewing window. She was crying.
Luke walked up to Melody and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Melody was the wife of one of Luke's chaos space marines, and that made her family.
Melody looked at him with her tear stained face, the word "peepee" still written on her forehead. It looked smudged, showing that Melody had noticed it and tried unsuccessfully to run it off. Luke gave her a small comforting smile and she returned her gaze to the surgery. Luke had nothing else to do so he just stood beside Melody watching the surgery. Mary had been in and out of surgery for weeks now and still had not regained consciousness. Augusta had a lot to answer for.
With the Tzeentch worshippers clamouring for a murder trial, Augusta was now in very serious trouble. The trial still hadn't gone to court yet, but it was not looking good for Augusta. With TigerLily now the absolute lord of this fleet rather than Luke, it meant that Luke could not have the case dismissed or use other corruption.
Augusta was charged with a plethora of crimes, but the most serious was his murder of a heap of Tzeentch worshippers. Augusta's lawyer was trying to get the charges reduced to self defence of his mother who was being gang raped, but the clamouring Tzeentch worshippers didn't want to see the murder charges dropped.
Augusta's future was currently looking grim, he might even face the death penalty in the worst case scenario. At the very least he would be locked up for a long time. Luckily for Augusta, TigerLily needed him alive as part of the crèche that would let her control Egg. If Augusta died then Egg would not cooperate and might even go berserk with her powers and destroy the fleet. That being the case Luke was fairly sure that Augusta wouldn't be executed whatever happened.
Luke sighed as the lights in the operating room flicked off and on, things really were shit right now.
***...
Egg Sevenson held hands with her boyfriend Yuki Tagawa as they walked through the beautiful park eating fish shaped pastries filled with red beans. They had an entire bag of this yummy food, they had bought it from a local vendor (and had storm troopers test it for poisons with auspex scanners).
The park was so beautiful, full of trees and happy singing birds. Egg imitated the bird calls perfectly with her mutant voice box, making Yuki chuckle.
This place was so tranquil and so peaceful. Just trees and birds and her Yuki. Egg smiled bitter sweet, knowing that she would soon see none of those 3 things ever again. The black ship would arrive next week and take her away from this wonderful place. Yet again she found herself with so little time to enjoy the few pleasures she could in life.
Yuki and Egg sat down under a beautiful tree, resting their backs against it and canoodling. They ate the yummy pastries as they sat, enjoying the tranquil park and each other's company. With so little time left together they were using the time they had left to enjoy each other. Egg knew that she would cry when it came time to leave, but until then she would only smile.
Egg sighed in contentment, this right here was perfect. Life didn't get any better than this right here.
Fluffy white clouds floated lazily in the gorgeous blue sky, brightly coloured birds danced about in the air singing to each other, and the beautiful trees swayed softly in the breeze. The weather was wonderfully warm and the warm breeze felt glorious on Egg's skin and feathers.
The place had a joy about it, a wonderful happy energy, but at the same time it had a somber sacredness. The park had stone paths running through it and on raised stone pillars were statues of the Emperor and the saints. It had wonderful soft grass lawns, and in the grass the flowers were all in full bloom.
Egg reached forward and picked a flower from the grass and held it to her nose, smelling it's fragrance. She gazed at the flower, admiring it's colourful beautiful. Egg smiled.
Suddenly with no warning whatsoever the flower started to change. Egg looked at it curiously and asked Yuki if flowers usually did this.
As Egg and Yuki watched the flower rapidly mutated into a human face. The flower opened it's mouth and screamed a horrible scream of madness. Egg yelped in horror and dropped the vile thing. She looked around and saw her beautiful tranquil park changing into a nightmare.
Terrible indigo fire jumped and danced from tree to tree, and everything it touched mutated rather than burned. The once beautiful trees became grotesquely ugly and from their trunks protruded faces that all started screaming.
Egg and Yuki fled away from their own tree as it changed hideously like the others. They ran out of the park to find the entire town ablaze with those terrible indigo flames! Screaming people got caught in the flames and mutated in a twisted nightmare of flesh before transforming into a horribly familiar form, they were becoming horrors of Tzeentch!
Terrible magenta warp rifts spread out across the sky, drowning out the pretty blue and flooding the air with warp energy. Out of the rifts played a haunting ancient music and singing to the music was the last voice Egg ever wanted to hear, the voice of TigerLily.
The voice sang:
"I don't want to set the world on fire, I just want to set, a flame in your heart. In my heart I have but one desire, and that one is YOU Egg, no other will do!"
Egg screamed, screamed like she had never screamed before.