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"Hey you came back! I am glad you decided to give this story a chance even if half the Primarchs are female. There isn't much to say in this opening other than a poll going on down on the good old profile page. If you could cast your vote that would mean a lot as it allows me to get to work on other projects for your entertainment."
"But enough out of me let's look at those guest reviews."
Somerandomperson: Yeah I drive my editor up the wall with grammar problems but we try to get what we can. Oh boy this chapter is going to be a doozy of information. The selected female Primarchs will, for the most part, be acting like their normal male selves. They might be a little weaker physically because that's just how the human body is but no I will not be writing them as any better than they are presented in lore.
Guest: For those of you wondering where these stats are coming from then go to the Vs Battle Wiki. While it is helpful I will not be basing everything off of it because… I guess it really doesn't matter to you guys.
"Alright let us begin!"
"You know nothing of me, and I know everything of you" Jaghatai Khan Primarch of the White Scars
The sun was rising in the mountains of Montana. I was sitting upon the highest peak in the range meditating before a fire. After my run in with that group of young lases and after hearing the voice again, I decided that we needed to talk but the voice was less than cooperative. So, it came to me that I should try a Native American vision quest to try and force him out. True there was no Indian blood in me of any kind and I did not have a spiritual place to go to meditate but I really did not have any other options. I need to talk to this voice and by God I was going to get him talking.
So there I sat alone, well Freki and Geri were nearby but I told them I need to do this alone. From my understanding of the vision quest I was to sit at a spiritual sight, or in my case the heights mountain peak in the range, and fast. At some point I was supposed to receive a vision of my spirit animal or best-case scenario the voice starts talking. Freki and Geri tried to bring me food but I refused it, they whimpered and whined but this was something I had to do. The only time they left my presence was to eat but they would soon be back.
In all honesty, the first few weeks were easy, as my body seemed to be fine without food or water, however the following month was hard. My mouth was dry as a desert and my stomach was very much empty. My vision was wobbly, and I was swaying side to side. I've lost some of my muscle mass as my body took the energy it needed from my muscles. I did not know my own weight, but I would assume I have lost around one hundred pounds.
The voice was stubborn that was for certain.
My vision was going in and out a few days after that. My eyes were also very heavy and I was having trouble sitting upright. A few hours later I fell over and blacked out, but not before I heard someone sigh and say something that I didn't catch.
When I woke, I found I was looking up at a white tent with a bunch of fur pelts and hunting trophies around me. My chest felt heavy and warm, I looked down to see Freki's upper body resting on my chest and Geri was sleeping on the floor beside me.
"What happened?" I asked to nobody in particular.
"You passed out due to starvation." A female voice said.
I turned to see the same las that seemed to be leading those other lasses. She was sitting on a chair, her arms crossed giving me a displeased look.
"Why did you help me?" I asked, from the way her followers talked to me they seemed to hate guys. She wouldn't have helped me if there was nothing to gain from it.
"I still have questions about you, and I can't get answers if you're dead. Besides, your "pack brothers" begged me to save you." She nodded to Freki and Geri.
I raised my hand to pet Freki's head, he leaned into my hand once it got close. "This means I owe you now."
She nodded. "And I intend to collect on another date," She then stood from her chair and walked towards the flap. "You will leave as soon as you are able-"
"Then I will leave now." I said as I pulled myself up, already I could feel my strength returning to me. My pack brothers got up as they heard me move.
However, the lass was quick to stop me. "Do not be foolish you are not ready to leave yet; you are still weak." I noted the way she was talking to me, like a mother talking to a disobedient child.
"Do not underestimate me." I growled getting up off the cot, despite her trying to push me back down. "I already owe you, I will not add to it."
I walked past her and pushed aside the flap and exited the tent. Outside were a bunch of other tents with the young lasses walking around, they stopped to look at me when they saw me exit the tent. I started for my den, knowing full well where it was. The lasses gave me a hateful glare as I walked past but I paid them no attention.
"Boy!" I heard the leader of them call after me, but I did not turn around. "If you leave now, I will not save you when you walk into trouble again."
"Don't," I called back, still walking away. "I don't want it!"
One of the other lasses started to move towards me but suddenly stopped, most likely the leader gave her a hand gesture to leave me alone. It did not take me long to make it back to our den, a part of me wanted to go back to the top of the mountain but I had a feeling that my pack brothers were not going to let me do that. I noticed on my walk back some of my muscle mass had returned meaning that lass gave me something that restored my body. Even so, I was not looking forward to the day when she called in that favor.
Once we got back to our den well all went to bed after having a small meal to start my recovery. Once we were finally in our den and all snuggled up against each other we promptly fell asleep.
When my eyes opened, I saw that I was standing in a type of space Viking hall, oddly enough I knew the name of this hall.
""The Hall of The Great Wolf."" I said in sync with another voice harder than my own. I noticed that we were not speaking English but I still understood it as English or as if I knew the language all along.
I looked to the direction the voice came from and saw a giant of a man sitting on a throne built for his size. He was in blueish-gray full body armor except for his head. He looked a lot like I did, wolfish icey blue eyes and long blond hair. Part of his hair was in a wolf tail and a few braids while the rest of his hair hung freely from his head. though his face was much older than mine. In one hand he held Mjalnar by its pommel in one hand while his other rested on the throne's armrest.
He was looking me over with a critical eye, judging me. He did not look impressed.
"You wanted to speak with me." He said his deep voice echoing off the walls. "Here I am."
So, this was the voice that spoke to me those other times. I was not expecting to see something like that but then again, I'm not exactly normal.
"Who are you and why are you in my head?" I demanded taking a step forward, I had a feeling this guy respected strength.
"Our head," He corrected standing from his throne, showing just how much bigger he was than me. "You and I get to share this space, runt."
'Runt, I'm almost as tall as-' I looked down to see that I had reverted back to the time before I began to change.
"Your body is taking on mine when I still walked among men. In a few years you will look like me. But here you will appear as you are." He said walking past me, he stopped at the door and gestured for me to follow him. "Come it's time you see what your true home looks like."
I raised an eyebrow, but I do not comment on the man's statement. I followed him past the giant doors and into a large hallway. He led me up a flight of stairs until we reached another door that led to the outside. We now stood on a remarkably high balcony, I knew this just from how cold and windy it was up here. The giant of a man walked to the edge of the balcony and looked out into the world. I soon joined him, but I had to pull myself up on the railings just to see over it. I beheld a frozen mountain landscape of this area, I looked down over the edge to see we were on the highest level of a large castle-like structure.
"What is this place?" I asked the giant next to me.
"The Fortress in which you now stand is called The Fang, the planet's name in Fenris."
"We are on another planet?!" I said shocked at the revelation.
"Yes, the planet…" He paused for a moment as if he was trying to remember something. "I was born on." He said but it did not sound like he knew for sure himself.
"You don't sound sure of yourself." I said calling him out on his confusion.
He looked at me for a moment, probably debating with himself whether or not to tell me. "I guess since we are stuck together, I might as well tell you. I have little to no memory of my life before I was bound to your soul."
"So-" I started but he cut me off.
"Yes, I only remember a few things from my old life. Them being my name, my battle skills, and the names of some of my…" Be paused for a moment as if he was trying to remember something about his old life. "Siblings. I scarcely remember being raised on this world, my wolf mother and the men who came and took her from me. Funny how I would join the same men who would kill the one who took care of me. It would seem I am to be raised on Terra this time around with my siblings."
"Terra? You mean Earth?"
"Either or, the birthplace of humanity has many names. Many worlds have names of it, even this world had a legend when we came to Fenris. But now's not the time to be remembering the past, you need to find my, or should I say our, siblings and figure out how to bring humanity to the stars to take its rightful place as the rulers of this galaxy." He said to me dead seriously.
"Hold up, finding your siblings, taking over the galaxy? How in the nine hells am I supposed to do that?!" I noticed my voice this time had an accent similar to his.
He looked at me this time. "You and I share this body welp, as time passes you grow stronger and more like me. In a few short years you will be as strong as me, you will have my skills, my blade, axe, spear, and bolter. My weapons are your weapons, my armor is your armor, my tactics are your tactics, uniting Terra under our banner will be our task to complete."
"This is so unreal."
He shook his head. "It matters not what you think, this is the truth of your life now, our life. You have a duty to do now and we will see that it happened."
"What about those monsters I have been dealing with, what about them?"
"Clearly they need to be dealt with, whatever is creating them needs to be killed and all traces of their existence destroyed."
"But weapons don't work on them, everytime I run into one I've had to kill it with my bare hands."
"The runes you have been learning to use. Just use the correct ones and your weapons will affect them. My own weapons will work as well as you saw with the first monster you slew. However, your body is not yet ready to manifest them. In the meantime I would suggest training your body, it will help move along the process."
It was then the world around me began to shine and it was only getting brighter. The man did not seem to be affected by it but he turned back to look out the view.
"My name is Leman Russ welp, know it well for we are in this together now and I will make you strong."
My eyes shot open. Gone was the frozen world of Fenris and I was back in my den with my pack brothers. I slowly got up to try and keep from waking up my pack brothers, but they sensed my moment and woke up. Now with everyone up we all left our den to look out into the horizons to see the rising sun.
Leman said that I needed to find his… our siblings. I looked back to my camp, my home for the past few years. I knew I would not find them if I remained here, it was time that I stepped off my mountain kingdom and walked into the world. The world would not be ready for me, they would be afraid of me because I was different, they would hate me for what I could do, and some would try to take advantage of me for their own gains.
A predatory grin creeped into my face. I turned to my packmates. "What do you think, shall we change the world?"
The both gave me an affirmative bark.
"Then let's show them that times are changing."
After for the first time in my life, I stepped off my throne made by my own hands to unite thousands of other thrones that had been built far before I was born. But first I need to lose those lasses that were following me.
'Heh they don't stand a chance.'
Snow was falling in the area that once was home to the "Wolf Man". A figure standing slightly shorter than the famed "Wolf Man". Dark brown eyes scanned the area around looking for any sign of life but found none. The camp itself looked abandoned for some time now meaning that the figures target had already left the area.
The wind picked up blowing the white hood of the figure's head revealing blond hair that went down slightly past the figure's shoulders. The wind and cold did not affect the figure in the slightest. Besides the figure a heavily armored being began to take shape but it could only be seen by the first figure to enter the area.
"Is this the spot?" a strong female voice asked the armored figure.
The armored being looked around. "One of our siblings did live here for a time but has since moved on. They will not be coming back."
The figure grunted in discouragement. "Damn, if it takes us as long to find another lead as this one it will be years before we find one of your siblings."
"Our siblings." The armored being reminded.
The figure sighed. "Better get back to looking."
The armored being nodded before fading away. With her lead ending up as a dead end the figure turned and started the walk back down the mountain.
In another part of the county a boy no older than eighteen sat in his room looking out the window. His name was Gabriel Shugart and despite what many believed him to be he was not normal. Meny thought he was a prodigy already testing out of college with high marks all around. Everyone thought he would be taking over his father's multimillion-dollar company, but after an incident with a robbery the boy was never the same.
For starters he had grown fast and tall in a short amount of time to a point where everything in his room had to be custom made, from clothes to furniture he outgrew everything. He then began to have fits of thirst, at first he tried to quench it with water. However, after seven gallons he found that no amount of water could get rid of his thirst. This went on for a while until he found his vision went red and he blacked out.
When he came to he was covered in blood with a dead deer next to him, the deer looked like it had been attacked by a vampire, the whole thing was skins and bones. Suffice to say he had a long moment of panicking before he managed to recompose himself. After that he ran back home and a quick shower later, he was back in his room trying to forget what had happened. The next day his shoulder blades were in great pain which earned him a trip to hospital. After a few X-rays and one long MRI he finally got the news.
"Mr. and Mrs. Shugart your son has for lack of better words undergone some form of mutation." The doctor said looking at Gabriel's parents.
"A mutation?" Mrs. Shugart, a blond and brown eyed woman. "Is my son going to be fine?"
"It is hard to say at this point madam as I have never seen something like this in my life." The doctor said putting up Gabriel's X-rays and MRI scans for the family to see.
What they saw shocked them. While none of them were medical professionals the Shugart family knew that humans did not have nearly as many organs as Gabriel was shown to have. There was also what looked to be wings growing. Gabriel's parents were worried for their son and asked if the wings could be removed. For some reason Gabriel felt offended that his parents would ask if his wings could be removed, but he did not know why.
After a lengthy explanation as to why it would be too risky to remove the wings. It turns out that his body had a lot of blood veins attached to the wings and the doctors would need to reconnect each vein back into his body. However should they mess up even one vein he would be at risk from internal bleeding. After much thought it was decided that his wings would have to stay where they were but he would need to come in often to make sure they wouldn't grow improperly.
That was a few months ago, since then…
Gabriel's wings twitched as a light gust of wind passed by.
They had grown out of his back and were still growing. His youngest sister likes to call him an angel, which never ceases to put a smile on his face. He had yet to try and fly with these wings of his, but he had a feeling deep down that he could. However, there lies his problem. With his wings his parents had forced him to say at home and out of sight of the general public. The cover story was that he was extremely sick and needed to recover at home. Not even his friends were allowed to see him, meaning the only way to talk to his friends was over text-based chat rooms and no video voice chats.
He felt like the princesses in his sister's stories, stuck in a tower unable to leave. However, unlike these princesses he was not alone. He could walk around his house and talk with brothers and sisters. Still he felt so different from the rest of them. He felt that he belonged someplace else, that there were more like him out in the world.
The following weeks began to have dreams. Most of them involved him, or what he thought to be him, leading a legion of red armored soldiers into battle in the stars. For a while he enjoyed them, but then they began to get dark. Soon he and his legion began to fight demon-like things, losing many of his… sons… in battle. It was made all the way worse as he could feel the deaths of each of his sons. More times than not he would wake up yelling in grief and fear.
His youngest sister would sometimes join him in his bed when he was asleep. He would wake up finding a weight on one of his wings and would find that his sister had fallen asleep on them. He asked her why she had come to his room to sleep and she would always reply with.
"Big brother was scared, and I know that sleeping with mom and dad makes me feel better when I have nightmares."
True to her words Gabriel's dreams did not bother him as much when his sister slept with him. She liked to sleep on his wings as she said they were softer than any pillow or bed could ever hope to be. In truth it was a little uncomfortable for him at first, but he learned to ignore it. A little bit of discomfort on his wings was a small sacrifice to keep the worst of the dreams away. However, one night this was not to be.
He remembers it being hazy hard to see as if someone was trying to shield him from the dream. He knew he was fighting someone; someone he knew well like a sibling, but they were fighting. This was not a verbal fight but a true fight; one fought with deadly weapons, nor was this a duel, the other person was aiming to kill him and he them. He then remembered a soaring pain and his body going weak, then… nothing.
He woke up breathing heavily, sweat coming down from his forehead. His sister was not sleeping with him that night so no one was in the room to see him in such a state. The dream still lingered in his mind and he was unable to shake it. He looked out the nearby window to see it was still night, and a walk might do him some good.
Getting out of bed, Gabriel changed into some normal clothes. It was a little harder to put on a shirt due to the size of his wings but he managed to get it on. He chose to wear a white t-shirt as he never had a problem with the cold and blue jeans along with his shoes. After he was finished changing he walked to his door and made his way outside. He made sure to be quiet while walking through the halls to make sure that he would not be heard.
Once he made it outside, he began his walk to clear his mind. His family owned a very large property one-hundred and fifty acres of land. Some of it was forest while other parts of it were open. He had more than enough room to walk around without anyone seeing him. But to be on the safe side he chose to walk into the forest, following a dirt path made from all the times he and his siblings would play in the forest.
He was still very much confused about what he saw, none of it made any sense to him. Who was it that he was fighting and why was he so intent on killing him? He wanted someone to explain all of this to him, someone to help him make sense of all these things that were happening to him.
Gabriel came to a stop. Something was wrong, the forest was too quiet. Even at night there was some kind of sound, but now the forest was quiet as death. Something was in the forest with him. He began to search around him trying to find some sign of the being or creature around him.
The sound of a twig snapping made Gabriel spin around to see what had made that sound. His eyes went wide at what he saw. Sitting on a large tree root was a boy about the same height as him having oil black hair and predatory faded golden eyes. He wore dark blue pants and a dark purple shirt. He was also very pale like he had not been in the sun in years.
In his hand was a snapped twig, no doubt he had snapped it to get his attention.
"You need to work on your senses… brother." He said tossing the stick aside. His voice was surprisingly smooth given his appearance.
"Who are you? You are no brother I know." Gabriel demanded evenly.
He raised an eyebrow. "So, yours has not woken up yet. Apologies I thought from your appearance that yours was awake."
"What do you mean "yours" I don't know what you speak of."
A slight smile appeared on his face. "You didn't think you or I were a natural occurrence, did you? We are the product of supernatural tampering. Allow me to show you."
Suddenly an armored figure began to take shape next to him. When the figure fully formed Gabriel could see him clearly as if he were standing there. His armor was midnight blue with a brass trim, there were also patches of dried blood on the man's gauntlets and chest plate. He had an almost identical appearance to the boy sitting on the tree root.
"He is one of them, right?" The boy asked the armored man.
The man was looking down at the time and his long hair covered much of his upper face. He looked up casing his hair to move aside. Their eyes met and Gabriel could feel something stir within him. He held up his armored hand as if offering someone help.
"Brother." He spoke in a wispy voice.
Again, something stirred inside him, but this time it was stronger than before. A slight pain began to fill his head before it faded as quickly as it came. Moments later another armored figure began to take shape besides him. This one was taller than the first by six inches give or take and had golden armor with a few red ruby-like gems. His appearance was much the same as Gabriel's, the main difference being that he was older than Gabriel, he also had wings like his but his were larger.
The golden armored man looked around before his eyes fell on the other armored man. "Brother?"
"Do you remember who you are?" He questioned.
After a moment's pause. "I am Sanguinius, a primarch."
The unmade armored man nodded. The one sitting on the stump decided this was the time to introduce himself. "I am Finn, I am bonded to Konrad Curze." He gestured to the one next to him.
If Gabriel was confused before, now he felt downright insane. The one called Sanguinius looked to him as if sensing his confusion. "I would imagine this is very confusing, if you have questions I will answer what I can but know my own memories are fractured and incomplete."
Konrad left of a soft growl. "I had hoped it was just me."
"What are you guys talking about!" Gabriel demanded starting to lose his cool.
"Konrad and I are beings that once lived far into a future, or so we think, and from what I know so far we are bound to each other. This is why we look alike both in size and appearance. I apologize for the dreams of my past that you witnessed, though I was not fully awake at the time I did my best to shield you from them."
"So those were visions instead of dreams."
Sanguinius nodded. "Yes, but let us forget about them. They happened in my past and you still have your future. Let us make it as bright as possible for mankind."
"Well while you two plan mankind's "ascension" Would you mind housing us?" Finn interrupted. "You could say that we are no longer able to go back to our old housing."
Sanguinuis and Gabriel looked at each other.
In the harbor of New York it was business as usual, ships coming and going loading and unloading. However one ship in particular held a very big stow away. In the hull of the ship sat a very large human with an interesting skin disease, parts of his pale south African face was splashed with deep dark spots almost like someone threw paint onto his face.
He was asleep waiting for his boat ride to end. His time soon came when the sound of the propellers started to die down. His eyelids opened to reveal that his eyes were completely red. A smile appeared on his face. The giant pushed himself off the crate he was sleeping on and stretched.
He posed for a bit listening to see if anyone was around. The cargo ship seemed quiet but he had a while to wait before the crew left the ship at the dock. So he had time to waste. Slowly he pulled out a journal, a part of him finding amusement in the act as he began to write down the past few days.
It has been almost 3, maybe 4 years since I have started my search and awoken, my companion. I miss my Father Halfarius… well I guess he never really was my father, but… I don't even know why I write this, But I feel like I should, I have a feeling that even if me and this Vulkan share a body, one of us will be left while the other fades away. From what I have seen and started to remember… he will be the one to win, and I'm oddly okay with that.
He comes from a place of hate and unending war, he should enjoy this little moment of peace.
The young man looked around trying to listen.
I think they may have left the ship, I am going to wait another two hours just to be safe before I leave, I must find my brothers, I must find our brothers, Hopefully they are safe, more and more monsters have begun to show themselves…
The man looked down at the bag that was next to him as he patted it, the feeling of energy coming from it.
My other said he had failed them once before. Together we will not fail any of them, together we will see humanity ascend to the stares and beyond.
With a snap he shut the book and placed it into his bag where the hilt of a weapon rested and moved out from the dark corner he was in. Before long he was on the deck of the ship with the night sky looking down on him. Another smile came to his face, knowing that he was another step closer to finding his siblings.
"Cut that's a rap! Alright guys we start on the next chapter next time! Anyways be sure to check out that poll as well as the discord."
*Shudder*
Sigh "I cant leave the ship for a moment before they start setting off bombs… or was that the forward cannon? In which case R.O.W. is going to need to eat the planet to hide the evidence… or fuck whatever being comes to file the report."
*Que to R.O.W. nomming on the planet with the Nom song playing in the background.*
"Alright enough of that, we got other things to do."
As always I am Slim A Lou Prime with da crew onboard the… we don't have a name for this ship… "Hey Crusader!"
God bless.