At her personal garden she saw a trail of large black feathers. She followed the trail through her flower gardens then to the rows of sculptures Perturabo made for her. 5552 arrived at the end of the garden where the trail ended. A large raven idly waited, idly preening its feather intermittently. 5552 didn’t know how but the raven looked at her as if it registered its new owner. 5552 reached her hand and the raven perched on it. There was a note tied to the raven’s leg.

“You will always be safe, for I will be in your shadow. No dangers shall harm you, nevermore.”

5552 observed the raven, it was obvious who it was. There were no other Primarchs with the legion named Raven Guards but Corvus Corax.

“Well aren’t you a darling sugar lumps? Just what name should I give you?” 5552 cooed at the raven.“Corvus. Who’s a cute raven, you are! You are Corvus! You’re a cute raven, oh yes you are!”

She swore she heard the bush rustle after that.

Take you qst off of tg faggot

>>73641640
Shut it, I *need* this.

>>73641640
Fuck off, you've posted the exact same shit in the last three threads can't you just hide the thread if it bothers you this much?

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+++The Citadel of Titan+++
++975.M41++
++Augurium++
+Prognosticator Manus+

In the highest point of the Citadel of Titan, the mirrored chamber of Augurium reamineed ever more stalwart above the toxic skies of Titan. Prognosticator Manus sensed another strange sensation of the warp. It was warm, welcoming, an obvious ruse of a daemon. The warp trembled again. His sharpened instinct grasped the trembling warp instantly. There it was again, it wasn’t a tremor but a benign shake. Prognosticator Manus wasn’t certain how to register this odd tremor. It wasn’t full of malice, and it was… close yet so faint.

“-am I?”

Manus turned sharply to the whispered voice. His battle-brothers turned to him, with just as much confusion with the same understanding. Prognosticator Captain Justician approached.

“You have moved your body sharp as if you sensed something abnormal.” The Captain stated.

“I sensed the strangest tremor here below. We must descend quickly.” Manus said psychically.

The Captain paused to sense the tremor. “It is nothing, continue your duty.”

Manus did not question the Captain, but was still confused. “Absolve me of my curiosity Captain. What is below there?”

“It is nothing to be worried about. Continue your duty and I will report to the Supreme Grandmaster.”

Captain Justician made another mental note of the tremor. Perhaps the neophyte Prognosticators didn’t sense but he knew what it was. There’s been more reports of the Empress’s presence. Soon, she would make her return soon. One day, she would awake from her eternal slumber and guide humanity’s heart once more.

(op here, I just wanted to do one of corvus corax because one anon wanted it, if you're there anon I hope you enjoyed it, posting this part again because I'm not sure if people has seen it before)

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How would mama5?react to sisters of battle
?

>>73645703
She would probably call them "nun" and "sor" by accident every now and then, I guess.

>calling the canonness “mother”

Somebody has a link to the updated story?

>>73646610
https://pastebin.com/1trAVCF3

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++Grey Knights Garran Crowe++
++985.M41++
++Sanctum Sanctorum, Aurumina Domina++

There was no such thing as coincidence or luck, the Grey Knights didn’t believe in such foolish things. All was according to the Emperor's guidance. That was why the Empress’s awakening occurred when he was in his seldom visit. Crowe, along with Supreme Master Kaldor Draigo with Paladins and Purifiers descended to the Golden Chamber. The heavy footsteps of the Terminator squads followed after them. To the Grey Knights, this was a place that they never knew it even existed until now.

The alarm blared as the Grey Knights prepared themselves for whatever would come after. Nevertheless the Grey Knights knew it was no daemon. They didn’t know how but just knew it. The Prognosticator confirmed it to not be a daemon as well. However, there was no such thing as flawlessness even among the Grey Knights. Only the God Emperor was.

“Open the capsule.” The Supreme Grand Master commanded.

The capsule began to unfold. First, the main latches were released, then the thick armor of the capsule peeled open. Beneath the layers of armor a gold capsule laid beneath it, still in a pristine condition. The final door released a sharp hiss of pressured air, as it opened the steam covered a thin figure that stumbled out.

A woman in a gold weaved dress stumbled out of the capsule, clutching her head. She stared at the Grey Knights confusingly.

>>73648620
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It was a long dream, a very long dream full of blank emptiness yet full of memories. 5552 looked into the space, colors of purple hue that seemed to change every time she would blink. She saw her sons, performing vile acts in a monstrous form that could only be in a nightmare. Every time she would see them would be as if it was her first time, reliving the horror perpetually. Then suddenly, there was a surge of power that pulled her consciousness as if to tell her it was time to wake up.

5552 gasped as if she had been underwater for decades. The moment she jerked forward her head hit the glass of the capsule. A dull thunk echoed inside the capsule.

“OW!” 5552 shouted, her shout bounced inside the capsule.

5552 felt around the glass that encapsulated her. She banged on the capsule over and over, she began to shout for help. No help arrived, the view outside was muffled by the frosted glass. The only thing she could see was blurry figures of astartes. 5552 waited as she heard the sounds of the capsules opening. When it did, she was met with rows of heavily armed astartes.

5552 clutched her head as she stumbled out of the capsule. The throbbing headache didn’t rest. 5552 stared at the astartes. She never knew the likes of them existed. The grey astartes kneeled in her presence, with the bearded man kneeling her the closest.

“My Empress, you’re awake.” The man’s voice was low, as if he was holding something back. “I never thought I’ll see the day.”

5552 merely smiled, but failed to hide her confusion. “Greetings, child. Just which Legion do you belong to? And where am I?”

“You are in Titan, the Fortress Monastery of the Grey Knights.”

“Grey Knights? That’s not a Legion I’m familiar with.”

The astartes looked up, his face was painted with solemn grief. “I believe I have much to tell you.”

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I am very confused.

>>73651235
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/73461308/

It’s a story started by OP read the first thread

>>73651235
There was once a perpetual that wanted to live unnoticed, she was discovered within the imperium and after some unrelated torture by the system the emperor figured she would make for an excellent adoptive mother for the primarchs. She got to know every one of them, fluff was had, then erebus happened and she was stored on Titan for later use. A couple heresies and one myriad years later, she is confused.

>>73651484
>she was stored on titan for later use
Like putting spam in a tupperware

>>73641606
So what happened to Lorgar?

>>73652553
wait for the story to unfold anon

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(Part 1/2)

5552 walked alongside the astartes that introduced himself as Supreme Grand Master, Kaldo Draigo. It was an answer that produced more questions than answers. 5552 stared at the vast space out the windows of the Fortress Monastery.

The astartes behind her gave her fear more than comfort. Something didn’t feel right, and their heavy silence wasn’t alleviating her worry either. The new astartes merely had an air of grimness to them. Any questions she asked either was answered vaguely and told her to wait until they reached a room. 5552 clutched her head intermittently out of frustration and pain. Despite her questioning he didn’t answer.

“What’s going on, why was I inside that capsule?”

“...”

“Where are my sons?”

“...”

5552 stopped following and waited, the astartes behind her stopped as well, but blocked the other way. Kaldor kneeled to see her face to face.

“My Empress, I beg of you to wait until we have escorted you to a safe place. I will give you my answer then.”

5552 held her frown long as she could but ended with a resigned sigh. “Please, child. An answer is all I-” 5552 hissed as her head throbbed again. “I seek.”

“Yes, my Empress. You have my word.”

5552 entered a wide empty room with the view of space. She was led to a frigate. After 5552 had tied her grown out hair to a containable braid, she was given a stiff seat while Kaldor sat across.

“I apologize, my Empress. This place has no item of comfort and this is the closest we have.” Kaldor apologized.

>>73653469
(Part 2/2)

“It’s not a problem. Please, just tell me what happened. I just want answers.”

“You were asleep for ten millenia. It is now the 41st millennium.”

“I see…” 5552 said.

“You’re receiving news quite easily.” Kaldor stated.
“Before I fell asleep, I just knew something wrong would happen. If it only means sleeping for ten millennia. This is the first time that it happened to me. I suppose you can still experience new things.” 5552 said with a light chuckle.

Kaldor’s face hardened. “There is an explanation. Your son, Lorgar had you poisoned.”

5552’s light levity ceased the moment those words left his mouth. The room chilled, Kaldor saw the cold fury of a woman that most likely was born before humanity could even crawl. Despite it, he remained calm.

“That is a heavy accusation, Kaldor Draigo. My son would never do something like this. Lorgar loved me as much as I loved him.”

“Then let me explain to you what had occurred after your slumber…”

(hey guys, I'm happy that the story is finally picking up. I hope you guys are enjoying the story as I am writing it.)

bump for good cause

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Inside Konrad’s frigate a low hum of the ship’s interior was interrupted by his First Captain. Konrad rested his head on his hand, deep in ponderance. It’s been days since his mother was buried in an unknown rock. No amount of questions or threats could make that old fool answer. All Konrad could do was immerse himself to continue the Great Crusade. Maybe if then, his mind could be at ease.

The hurried footsteps that was his 1st Captain caused Konrad to perk his head up. It was a rare sight to see him this disturbed, a true son of Nostramo, perturbed. It was a sight he only saw once, at the sight of the Emperor himself. Despite it, Konrad boredly gestured to his captain to speak.

“Father, there has been a massacre at Isstvan III.” Jago declared.

“There’s always a massacre, what makes this special?” Konrad questioned calmly.

“It has been perpetrated by the Warmaster, Angron, Mortarion and Eidolon. They have turned on their own.” Jago informed with worry in his voice. “The Warmaster has asked if we would join him in his cause.”

Konrad tapped his finger on his armrest. “Tell him we will join him. You know what needs to be done.”

Jago nodded dutifully. “Yes, father. I will have them ready.”

Konrad sat in his throne as he watched the ship make course for Isstvan VI. He didn't care about the Imperium, he only had one target and he knew he would see him with Horus.

Lorgar

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>>73655474
So guys, I might drop this story since it's not getting that much traction and one anon saved this thread, I'm sorry. I can't focus when the thread is on the verge of death. Thanks to the anons that bumped the thread however. Also thank you to the people that voted my threads on suptg to make it an Excellent Thread. You guys rock.

>>73655507
NOOOO!!!! Don't stop

>>73655507
Well, it was good while it lasted. It was nice to read wholesome stories in camping, thanks for bringing good stories to /tg/ even if some fags aren't grateful for it

>>73655507
Don’t stop! Please continue!!!!

>>73655687
>>73655767
>>73655850
He said he might but he’ll probably see
If the thread will survive or not

>>73655969
It will survive!

OP's probably pissed that no one gave a shit

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>>73655687
>>73655767
>>73655850
I said I might anons, it's just hard to keep up with writing when no one is bumping the thread. I don't know how the last two thread got attention but this one didn't. I'm thankful that you anons are still reading however.


Konrad and his sons landed on Isstvan VI. He wasn’t surprised when Alpgharius and Angron had joined. Fulgrim always tried to win the affection of his mother constantly. For Mortarion, his disdain for his father outweighed his love for his mother. However, the arrival of Perturabo was something he found strage the most. The once embittered man loved his mother, more than anyone among his brothers no doubt. Or else he wouldn’t have built sculptures and paintings. Even go with one of her tea parties with other noble women in Terra. So why would he be here?

“You loved mother, I’m surprised you would be here.” Konrad looked toward his brother.

Perturabo gave a mere grunt. “I have my reason. What about you? You were attached to her as well.”

“I am the same as you brother.” Konrad answered kertly.

“For all the talk you did, in the end you did what I did.”

Konrad and Perturabo turned their gaze to Lorgar. His disdainful sneer went on to be ignored by his brothers. Horus, and the rest of his brothers arrived. It was planned to be an ambush. Horus the ever perfect son planned it without a flaw and with full confidence. What Konrad was surprised the most was Horus’s acceptance to allow him and his sons to join Lorgar. It wouldn’t matter if they were expecting his betrayal. As long as he could kill Lorgar, that’s all it mattered to him.

Soon, the battleships arrived and war would commence. Konrad ignored this however. All he wanted was to drag Lorgar to his ship and make him suffer.

>>73658179
Thank you!
Will Lorgar definitely die, then?

>>73641606
>so ar
Can't even check for typos Jesus fucking christ.

>>73658572
doesn't matter since the story itself have no typos

>>73658595
If my eyes didn't glaze over every single time I tried to read this shit I'd try to challenge you on that. Either way this should go to deviant art where it belongs.

>>73658654
then why bother bumping it?

>>73658677
You really are the newest of fags. the whole lot of you probably came here a year ago(at most) from r/40k or something even more gay like those 4chan general reddits.

>>73658753
you are right about that anon I am a newfag but my point is still there, if you don't like it and want it to be one off of the board why not just ignore it and let it die? calling it shit is only going to bump the thread to survive longer

>>73658778
Lurk more you nigger.

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>>73658819
so all you're going to do is call me a nigger? Ok anon

>>73658841
Have you even considered reading the faq? Do you even know how to roll dice?

>>73658858
Why does that matter when I want to enjoy this thread? I admitted I was a newfag. What more do you want from me other than knowing that I need to lurk more?

>>73658886
To never post again until you learn etiquette.

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>>73658904
Idk anon, you arriving here being a total faggot and sperging on a thread you don't like shows that you need to learn etiquette.

>>73658858
He is implying he is using sage to avoid bumping the thread, but is too dumb to realize that picking fights with random anons who aren't using sage is what is actually bumping the thread

>>73658932
The thing newfags don't seem to understand is showing up posting garbage on a site/board they've never used before or even attempt to understand is like someone breaking into your house to rearrange your furniture. "But I'm here to enjoy the furniture" they might say as you tell them to fuck off.
>>73658942
It stops bumping after a single person attempts to bump the thread by themselves.

>>73658981
Isn't that your own opinion anon?

>>73659060
And saying that my shit doesn't stink doesn't turn the issue into a super subjective matter. It's shit, it smells, and most importantly: I hating summerfags is a requirement.

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>>73659133
That sounds like a sad way to live anon.
>"Hating summerfags is a requirement."
For someone that griped about OP's spelling you made your own too. In the end a story's quality is subjective since people have different opinions. You may not like it but others do. If it was hated by /tg/ universally it wouldn't have 2 threads before, placed on 1d4chan, and have "Excellent Thread" score on suptg.

>>73658981
4chan ain't your own private club, any assholes can come and go. Right now you just happen to be in a thread appreciated by people while making a fool of yourself. Your sperging helps while I wait for more posts by OP, keep it up!

>>73659208
>For someone that griped about OP's spelling you made your own too.
I'm not the faggot writing a novel on a tabletop game forum.
>1d4chan
not gonna lie I expect them to eat this trash up, it gives them an excuse to make new pages at the least.
>>73659216
>You don't own it
said like a real newfag. You're entitled to this space you spent no time in.
>Your sperging helps while I wait for more posts by OP, keep it up!
he doesn't know smugloli.png

>>73659328
>I've been here long enough so I can be a piece of shit
That makes you sound like a newfag.

>>73659423
>Waaaaaah, you can't hate my fanfics!
I don't care how many times I have to do this but:
Fuck
Off
Faggot

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>>73658179

“Lord Konrad Curze did not survive the battle… while Lorgar survived and lives on as an abomination.” Kaldor finished.

5552 sat silent in her seat. Her shoulders shook as she tried her best to contain her composure. It was an attempt already in vain. Her son was dead, gone. Never to be seen again.

“How did he die?”

“A death befitting of a Primarch, my Empress.” Kaldor answered calmly.

“That isn’t what I asked.” 5552 rerplied sharply. “Did he die painlessly? Was his body recovered for proper burial at least? Did you know if he was ever happy before he died?”

“No.” Kaldor answered again.

“Was he the only son of mine that passed away?” 5552 asked, though there was an unsettling feeling climbing the back of her head.

“Lord Sangunius has perished in the hands of Horus Lupercal.” Kaldor answered. “The rest of the Primarchs are missing. Lord Roboute Guilliman is bound to a throne suffering a wound he has yet to awaken from.”

“I see… it was all for naught.” 5552 muttered pathetically. “Of course I couldn’t do anything in the end after all.”

“I apologize, my Empress. There is no time to mourn yet, the Imperium needs you. Perhaps if your return is announced, the Primarch may return. Humanity can still-”

“How do you know that will work?” 5552 asked with tear ridden eyes.

“The Emperor is no longer the glorious vessel of humanity. He is naught but a corpse on the Golden Throne suffered by traitor Primarch, Horus. You are the only authority that is left from the Great Crusade. The Imperium needs you, humanity needs you.”

“The Emperor… a corpse?”

Kaldor nodded grimly. “The Golden Throne is the only thing that is keeping him alive. He still guides humanity. You can as well.”

“Then I will do what I can.” 5552 said. “I will not let the death of my sons be in vain. Take me to Terra.”

Kaldor lowered his head. “At once, my Empress.”

>>73659990
Awww
Poor Konrad
Did he get Ferrus Manus’d?

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To say she was abhorred with the current state of the Imperium was an understatement. The world once driven with science and reasoning was replaced with fear and paranoia. 5552 couldn’t help but find it ironic. The man tried so hard to denounce religion and became a religious figure. She was told by Kaldor the journey to Terra would be long and arduous, that she would be switching ships multiple times to avoid suspicion.

Out of her gold dress, she was given a hooded robe and clothes made to move around in. The Grey Knights followed her close, forming a wall wherever she went. At the docks a small escort ship landed, bearing a symbol that she wasn’t familiar with. The sergeant exchanged brief words with the sharply dressed man. Soon, she was introduced to an “Inquisitor”.

It was not long until she grew tired of traveling. Over and over she would be taken to different Inquisitorial ships between docking, clad in hooded robes like a criminal on the run. One thing she knew so far was that they were powerful people, and if they were like the Inquisition of old they were hunters not to be trifled with.

That was why this world was perfect. It was a well populated agri-world, she would get a job as a laborer easily and hide in the crowds from the initial search. With luck, a waiter living in a small confined apartment.

“I will be gone but for a moment my lady. Please enjoy the refreshments.”

>>73660971
5552 waited for the Inquisitor to leave the premises. The moment he did 5552 donned her robe then made her leave. To avoid being conspicuous only one Inquisitor was assigned to protect her as well as a ship small enough to learn the layout quickly. The pattern was well easy to read. All she had to do was wait for a world that fit her criteria in order to disappear again.

At the docks the crowd of people was the perfect place to merge in. 5552 wasn’t certain what kind of agri-world it would be, but she was close to Terra and knew she had to leave not before it was too late. 5552 exited the ship and soon became part of the wave of faceless crowds.

Rome, Persia, Greece, Mongol, all empires eventually wither against the test of time. The Imperium of Man was the massive empire the galaxy would ever see but an empire nonetheless, and soon it would wither like empires before. She’s seen it many times to know this and this would be no different.

All Empires rise and fall, she witnessed that countless times.

>>73660971
>>73660993
Well the first part is done, I made an open ending because I wasn't sure if this would get enought attention to warrant a continue. Thank you for sticking by me anon. Thank you.

https://pastebin.com/1trAVCF3
updated pastebin

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Stop bumping, it's over.

>>73666049
bump

>>73666426
nigger faggot

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>>73663240
>>73665356
>>73666426
thanks for the bump anons, I didn't expect the thread to survive.

5552 wandered the rustic country that was Whealen. The wheat fields were wide as the oceans, and tamed nature was abundant, and it even had blue skies like the old days on Earth. The folks here were nice as well, save for the dock workers. It was a world that 5552 was optimistic about.

With credits 5552 stolen from the Inquisitor while he was asleep, she bought herself a ticket from the docks. Then at a store stand she bought rations and a bag. As the old stand owner packed her items he spoke.

“What’s a young girl like yourself doing here all alone in the docks?” The stand owner asked.

5552 played with her newly cut and curled hair. “Just a traveler seeking jobs. Do you happen to know any that’s hiring? Further from here the better.”

The stand owner rubbed his chin. “Any agri factories should be looking for laborers, they usually provide food and board too. Though I don’t think it’s a job for someone so… small of your stature.”

5552 hid her annoyance. Before she could speak she placed her hood up as the forces of Adeptus Arbites ran past her and shoved anyone that dared stood in their way. The store owner gazed at 5552 with suspicion. He leaned over the counter.

“You’re not some criminal are ya, miss? You don’t look like it but…”

>>73667660
“Does anyone want to be captured by them?” 5552 asked with a cheeky smile.

The store owner nodded agreeingly. “You have a point. Emperor help anyone that is captured. You should be careful too little lady.”

“I will. Thank you mister.”

5552 navigated through the bustling docks and she waited for her transportation to arrive. If there is one thing she knew about hunters like Adeptus Arbites, they only check the first vehicles leaving.

“Number 2555 is arriving. Repeat 2555 is arriving.”

5552 walked past the Adeptus Arbites. The more desperate they were the better chance she had of hiding. 5552 showed her ticket then took her seat in the giant bus. On the 5th floor of the bus she took her seat, she watched the dock gradually becoming smaller as she headed for her new life in this world.

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>>73641606
nice

>>73667660
After the bus had reached her destination 5552 traveled longer, eventually finding herself at a small town. Even for an agri-world this town wasn’t developed as other towns were. It was a quiet place with the minimum required technology. It reminded her when she was an amish for a short while. There were only a few credits she had left, with her rations gone she found a small diner.

“Welcome, it’s seldom we see a strange face.” The waitress poured a hot cup of recaf. “Do you have business here?”

“I’m looking for a job.” 5552 answered.

The young waitress cocked her eyebrow but she smiled after. “Huh, you’d have a better chance getting a job in the city. Why here?”

“I needed to get away, that’s all I’ll say.” 5552 said with sincere regret.

The waitress nodded. “Well… PA!”

5552 flinched at the sudden shout, even almost saying the name of the Lord in vain. For a girl just as skinny she shouted like a lion.

From the kitchen a gruff voice answered. “What?”

“Aren’t we looking for a new waitress?”

An old man stuck his head out of the opening of the kitchen. A lanky old man with easy going eyes. The man scratched his hair covered by his hairnet, barely hiding his graying hair.

“Who’s she?” The man asked, pointing at 5552 with a greasy spatula.

“A new face.” The waitress answered.

“Don’t see that much around here.” The man gruffed. “You looking for a job?”

5552 nodded. “I am. I can speak High Gothic, sew, do the dishes, cook, and just about anything else.”

“High Gothic, are you some noble girl on the run?” The father asked.

“I worked in a restaurant for nobles.” 5552 answered.

“An Upper World folk eh?” The man scratched his chin. “Well, the pay ain’t going to be well, but I can offer you a room and food. That alright with ya?”

>>73671799

“That’s perfectly fine with me.

“You’re hired then.”

“Wow Pa, you don’t usually hire that quickly.” The waitress commented.

The man shrugged. “A newcomer would do good for business seeing this town hasn’t changed for years. That and having two pretty faces would bring in more visitors.”

“Pa!” The waitress chided.

“For the Emperor's sake it’s just a joke.” The man chuck

“Welcome to Dainty Diner… speaking of I haven’t got your name yet.”

5552 slightly panicked. “My name… is Eve.”

>>73671799
>>73671888
>Mama5 becomes a single diner waitress

>>73644079
kys. go back to your dying thread.

>>73671888
Now we just have to wait for peturabo or one of the other traitor primarchs to figure out that fives is awake and rush to find her possibly in the form of a black crusade because they want mommy to tell that dad was at fault.

>>73673678
>traitor primarchs sits in a tiny booth while they're being lectured by their mother in her waitress outfit

>>73673729

>>73673729
>why did you become a waitress mom
>i don't know why did you become a fucking daemon?

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The room and food Eve was given was better than her Golden Chamber. For one, it wasn’t gold. Second, it was small and cozy inside unlike the cold spacious jail that was her previous room. Eve dressed into her waitress uniform then descended the stairs. Aela, the waitress she met, greeted her in the morning with a hearty breakfast and a hot recaf. Anderius, Aela’s father cooked breakfast in the kitchen.

“Slept well?” Anderius asked.

“I did, thank you.” Eve took a hold of the warm mug, smiling.

“Good, that room hasn’t seen its use for a while, I’m glad it doesn’t have to gather dust anymore.” Anderius said. “Today should be an easy day, but it’ll be busy over the weekends. So try to learn as fast as you can. Aela, bring her to the diner after you two are done eating.”

Few people would enter the diner, the largest groups being three or four people. The people here were married older men with an occasional group of mothers bringing their children in. A group of young men entered the diner. Eve walked over to the table with a small note and small quill-pen.

“I haven’t seen you around before. Name’s Dane Nullen. What’s your name miss?”

“Eve.”

>>73676735
“That’s a pretty name you got. Where are you from?” Dane asked.

“With all due respect, Mr.Nullen. That is my own business.” Eve replied.

“Alright, you have a valid point. I was just curious.” Dane replied.

After, Eve took their orders then attached to a string that held other orders. Eve yelped when something pinched her hips. Eve frowned at Aela.

“Aela You scared me!” Eve chided

Aela giggled. “I thought you would need help but you handled it like a pro. You don’t act like your age, Eve.”

“And how am I supposed to act?” Eve asked with a chuckle.

“All flustered and nervous. You acted like that was the eighteenth person to court you.”

“If you don’t tell them you’re not interested in the beginning they won’t stop. Trust me.” Eve advised.

“Wow… you really don’t sound like your age. Aren’t you about 18?”

“Something like that. You?”

“Twenty three.” Aela answered. “Which makes me your senior. You can call me sis if you want.”

“Aela! Stop fooling around and get back to work!” Anderius shouted from his kitchen.

“Alright Pa!” Aela patted her head in a sisterly manner. “Come on, Eve. Let’s clean the tables.”

I am genuinely surprised the thread is not dead yet. Thanks for the support everyone.

>>73676750
I only noticed now that the threads have been falling off because people have been forgetting to bump. I only noticed that myself today. I'll try to bump it when I can, but I hope the other anons bump too.

great story btw.

>>73676797
thank you anon!

>>73676856
no, thank you. I was actually pretty bummed for a time when I learn that there were no continuations after thread #2 after I finished it.

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>>73676990
>>73678322
>>73678563
you guys rock!

++Inquisition Headquarters, Holy Terra++
++985.M41++

In the small section of the Inquisition Headquarters, the halls roared in hurried footsteps of every able body. The two Grandmasters sifted through their own respective materials. Grandmaster Jeremiah, of the Ordo Obsoletus and Grandmaster Fienn, of the Ordo Astra exchanged information frantically.

“It is clear that she has boarded this ship and we have the receipt of the ticket here. Are there any planets that we do not have any control over that the ships might go to?” Grandmaster Jeremiah asked.

“None, all are under our control.” Grandmaster Fienn answered. “The moment an arbiter sees our Empress we will receive words.”

Grandmaster Historo of Ordo Originatus wiped his cold sweat off his forehead. “To think the existence of the Empress is true. The records of the Ordo Originatus and Ordo Redactus will change dramatically if we find our Empress. This will shock the Imperium to its core to be sure, maybe even turn the tide of the holy war against the Chaos and the Xenos.”

“Focus Historo.” Grandmaster Jeremiah chided sharply. “Did you find any evidence of the Empress to be a psycher yet?”

“There are conjectures of her being a latent psycher. Certainly not powerful enough to disappear under the eyes of the Inquisition. However, she is old as humanity, psycher or not her powers are beyond any in the Imperium.”

“Where is Karamazov?” Grandmaster Jeremiah said the name with spite. “I despise that fool but we need him the most.”

The creak of the door opening echoed inside the room. As if on cue, the Lord Inquisitor entered the room with the famous Canoness, Sariah of the Order of the Sacred Rose.

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“It’s about time you arrived, Karamazov.” Grandmaster Jeremiah glared at the Lord Inquisitor as if he saw a heretic. “This may be the Inquisition’s greatest test from the Emperor and you show up late!”

“Calm yourself Jeremiah. I’m only late because I have brought Canoness Sariah with me.” Karamazov gestured toward the Canoness next to him.

“Of course, no order but the Order of the Sacred Rose would be fitting in this holy mission to find our Holy Empress.” Grandmaster Historo commented.

“Then it is true, the Empress of the Imperium is awake? She lives? The Emperor protects!” Canoness Sariah praised the Emperor with burning zeal in her eyes. “The Order of the Sacred Rose will lend whatever power required. No planets will rest until we find our Holy Mother of Mankind.”

“Good, we have yet to locate where she is. Send the sisters to these planets. I’ve narrowed down the locations so it shouldn’t be a difficult task, and send words to the other Orders of the Adepta Sororitas.” Grandmaster Fienn said. “Karamazov, what did your hunters say?”

“I will inform you when I have information that is pertinent.”

Grandmaster Jeremiah scoffed. “Even now you keep your secrets? This is a test from our God-Emperor and you dare-”

“Useless information will only clutter our efforts. I will work with my Inquisitors as you will yours. If there is anything that is to be noticed. I will inform you.”

Karamazov and Canoness Sariah left the room, ignoring whatever protests from the two minor Grandmasters spewed out. The trial to find their lost Empress wasn’t the test for the Inquisition as a whole. No, It was a test from the God-Emperor of Mankind to the Ordo Hereticus and the Adepta Sororitas and it was their test only. A test and a gift to show not only the Inquisition but to show the Imperium of Man to prove they are the most faithful.

>>73678650
>>73678666
Hey guys OP here. It fefels like only Our Martyred Lady is popular among the SoB. So I thought to give love to White Rosey girls too. As usual thoughts and opinons of the story is very appreciated.

>>73678700
Keep up the good work op

>>73678700
Just keep on writing man, Im liking the direction you have taken the story in and I only despair that we do not have more. How did five's actions affect the "traitor" primarchs some of the earlier dialogue between fives and the grey knights implied that they don't view Konrad as a traitor because he died fighting lorgar. how differently did the horus heresey play out with multiple of the "traitor" primarchs not really fighting for horus? It seems that at least Konrad and Petruabo were only in it for revenge against lorgar for "poisoning" their mother and maybe more like magnus or angron were not all fully commited to the traitors cause? I need to know

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>>73679268
Thank you for your support Anon
>>73679506
Dear Anon.

I understand your frustration and I know other anons have asked that. I skipped over it because I want you and the anons to discover it slowly with Eve. All in due time you will learn Anon, all I can ask is for you to be patient. Though I will give you a hint. Check the date, it's not some random numbers I came up with. Thank you for your kind comment anon. I truly appreciate it.

>>73678700
>only
It greatly demends on how much any of the ordos, Astartes, and other organizations know of her. If shes relatively well know among the Inquisition then she'd be everyone's favorite. Second to the Emperor himself.

>>73679741
I think it’s implied she’s known but not as much if she is believed to be a myth. Ordo Originatus are basically myth historians

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++Whealen++
++985.M41++

Eve and Aela sat on the grox cart. Both giggled as they exchanged flower crowns together. Aela loved Eve. Ever since she arrived at her humble diner she just felt comforted around her. Despite her young appearance she was more of a mother than a little sister she always wanted. Despite Eve’s smile there was something sad about it. It was a question that Aela didn’t ask, she liked to think they were friends, but she only knew for a few months. Aela doubted she would get her answers now.

Aela and Eve moved the fresh supplies of grains to the kitchen. Aela was always fascinated how someone so little could move so fast, it was as if she had done this thousands of times. Aela added this among other mysteries of Eve.

“Hey Eve?”

“Hm?” Eve replied with a smile. “What is it Aela?”

“Jeannatus, Tiffanius and I are going to the lake. Do you want to come with us?”

“Wasn’t Mr.Anderius angry with you last time you went there?”

Aela clicked her tongue. “Oh for the Emperor’s sake don’t be such a grox in the mud. Come on! Please?”

“Aela…” Eve deadpanned.

“Pleeease?”

Aela set the box then began to shake her gently. “Come on Eve… for your dear sis?”

“Fine.” Eve relented.

Eve couldn’t help but not suppress her smile as she saw Aela cheer. After work, Eve and Aela headed to the lake where others were. Aela and her friends played. Eve watched from the shore, resting in the cool shadow under the setting sun. As Eve spaced out in the peaceful day something grabbed her arms.

“Woah!” Eve yelped. “Let me go come on!”

Jeannatus, Tiffanius, and Aela grabbed Eve by her arms then tossed her to the lake then they joined in themselves. They giggled as Eve came out as a drenched mess. Eve smiled mischievously then splashed a handful toward Aela. Eventually their hungered stomachs demanded rest.

>>73680165
“Hey Eve, are there any boys you like?” Tiffanius asked.

“None. Why?” Eve asked.

“Well, it’s obvious Dane is interested in you.” Jeannatus added.

“No thanks.”

Aela ruffled Eve’s hair. “Come on, some have to take an interest in you. You need to find a man to settle with soon. Have kids, I know I want a son and a daughter.”

“Sons?” Eve said breathlessly.

“H-heey Eve? Eve!”

Eve wiped her overflowing tears, slowly breaking down into a sobbing wreck. Eve tried to speak with little success. The faces of her sons appeared on her mind. The very barriers that bottled her sorrows erupted to a flood.
Eve realized how horrible a mother she was. She only mourned for a moment. Now, here she was. Enjoying her life while two of her sons were dead and the rest of her sons were either abominations or missing. Eve let out a tearful cry. Aela didn’t speak another word, but embraced her as long as she could. Eventually Eve simply fell asleep in Aela’s arms. That day, Aela never mentioned Eve marrying ever again.

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>>73680186
Aela you bitch!

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>>73681737

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>>73680186
I demand more, I want to see a peturabo redemption arc so he can build toy castles for his mother.

I've been surfing through the archives on and off every few weeks.

A little over an hour ago however I found the first 2 parts of this story.

Taking a read i found my heart soon melting. So often I've had Hope's to see more interactions of the primarchs and a gentle parent figure.

I loved how dorn, Vulcan, corvus, konrad, magus and especially perturabos interaction.

I've seen alot of hate, and all I can say is ignore them.

Your doing incredible work. I'll keep bumping this story when I can!

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udI19nj7fdc

++Dauntless Class Light Cruiser “Eternal Rose of Crusade”++
++Adepta Sororitas++
++Order of the Sacred Rose++
+Canoness Sariah++
++989.M41++

It’s been four years since every order of the Adepta Sororitas has been searching for the Empress. Canoness Sariah stared at the regal painting of Lord Rogal Dorn and the Empress. Despite the painting being done by the Primarch himself, she doubted it fully captured the regality of the Empress.

“Mother.” Sariah rolled the words out of her mouth, it had such a pleasant ring to it. “Mother.”

“Canoness, the last location has been searched. Our Mother has not been seen there either.” Celestian Maris regretfully informed.

The Canoness kept her composure calm. “I see, this too is a test from our God-Emperor. If it wasn’t we wouldn’t be given the location so easily. Has Ordo Obsoletus or Ordo Orginatus found anything yet?”

“None, Canoness.”

The Canoness’s chamber was silent, save for the low hum of the ship’s interior and the muffled voice outside. Celestian followed the Canoness’ eyes to the painting. It was a wondrous sight, a relic of the long past. Maris had to admit silently, while the Empress looked regal in all her splendor, she looked surprisingly young. Not to mention, rather plain. No armor but a simple golden gown, she expected something more… divine. Nevertheless she couldn’t help but be immersed in that painting.

“We will find our Mother, Canoness. I swear on my life.” Celestian Maris swore.

“Naturally. We will find our Mother. If it means tearing the galaxy apart so be it. Our faith in the God-Emperor shall guide us.”

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>Empress please you are the only one I can ask
>You are my daughter sariah but isn’t this too much?
>I have never experienced what it felt to be breast fed, you are the only one I can ask Mother
>alright...
>mama5 moans as sariah sucks her nipples like a baby
>tfw other sisters walk in
>tfw mama5 has to now “breast feed” any sisters so they don’t feel left out
>hfw breast milk actually comes out
>hfw the entire SoB now has a mommy fetish
>mama5 now has a lesbian harem with heavy incest theme
>hfw

>>73688666
Why are you like this

>>73689068
Trips demand OP to write sexy lesbian smut with mama5 and sariah with incest play

>>73688666
Absolute fucking filth in a wholesome thread.

Mama5 would be deeply disappointed with you.

>>73689102
Don’t lie anon you found that hot

>>73689247
Mama5 looks like a child you sick fuck. Head back to your degenerate threads, you incest loving freak

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++Eye of Terror++
++990.M41++

Magnus swore he saw her. The visage of his mother visiting him in the warp. His brothers were far too beyond to care of their mother. Not him. Magnus focused his powers once again, harnessing the power of the warp to find a speck of his mother’s psyche. The kind warm light that she always was in this twisted galaxy. For days he didn’t rest, even considered to beseeching Tzeentch for guidance.

Then a tug. A small spark in the abyss. Magnus grasped it soon as he felt it. He saw a vision of an agri-world resembling Terra in its ancient time. It was a land that she deserved. It pained Magnus in knowing that he had to take her away from her paradise, but he knew this was the only way to keep his mother safe.

His fate was sealed and it always was, even before mother arrived. No matter what she would’ve done nothing would have changed. Fate would not trap her like it did to him. The time had yet to come however. For he knew there would be a Great Rift. Soon, his time would come. In the midst of Chaos he would save his mother.

>>73690142
“My lord, you have called for me?”

“Have the sorcerers ready, once the Great Rift is opened we will make haste to the planet Whealen.”

“Whealen, my lord? That planet is close to Terra. Surely conquering would be difficult.”

“We are not here to conquer the planet. But to only retrieve one thing. Have them ready.”

His son left his library. Magnus ran his hand over the book ‘Frankenstein’, he forgot how many times he had read the book.

‘I’ll read it for you, this is a favorite of mine’
‘Magnus, you know that I will always be proud of you.’
‘Your brother will never understand you but I do.’
‘I love you Magnus. Never change who you are for the sake of others. I will always love you no matter what you become.’

Magnus turned to the first page of the tattered old book, then began reading it once more. And once again, he remembered his mother sitting next to him, ecstatically explaining why it was such a masterpiece. Soon, he would hear his mother’s voice again, and the twisted sound of the warp would become silent, forever.

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>>73690339
I've come down with the gay guys. I know the cause.
This story makes me sad as fuck.

>>73690142
>990.M41
Robooty returns at 999.M41
This can’t be a coincidence

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+++Shrine World+++
+++Benediction+++
++Order of the Bloody Rose++
+Sister Superior Cardinelle+
+994.M41+

Nine years have passed since the Inquisition and the Sisters of Battle searched the galaxy. An effort that shouldn’t even take more than a year has stretched so far. The locations they were given no answer. If Terra couldn’t give the information of the Empress, then Benediction was their next option.

Sister Superior Cardinelle read through the records and the pictures of the paintings. Even here there was little information of the Empress. Anything of her past was expunged. There were no leads. Was this truly a test? Cardinelle steeled her heart and faith, this was punishment.

Their acts against the children of the Imperium during their most shameful chapter. The rule of Goge Vandie and their compliance. She now knew that they would be searching for their Mother forever, never to be graced in her holy light.

“Sister Superior!” The new Novice Advance of her squad shouted. “I have news!”

“Do not shout in this holy place, Adna.” Cardinelle rebuked. “What is it?”

Adna swallowed hard, yet it wasn’t a face of fear, it was anticipation mixed with happiness.

“Canoness Sariah has spread the words.”

“Well spit it out!”

Adna flinched. “The Order of the Sacred Rose found a lead!”

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>>73691639
+++Agri World+++
+++Whealen+++
++Pa’s Proper Platter++
+994.M41+


Eve tied her aprons around her waist again, she was getting tired of how the loose the aprons could be. The sun had begun to rise, but Eve was already wide awake. It was the weekends, meaning slow business day. Eve wiped the picture frame of her, Pa, and Aela in a family picture. She missed Anderius and his grunts. The kitchen felt lonelier since his death.

Time passed after Pa’s death. Aela went on to marry Dane and have children, meaning the Diner was handed over to Eve. To honor her and her father, she changed the name. Eve always was fond of alliterations.

“Aunt Evil!” A child called.

“It’s aunt Evie sweetie.” Aela corrected with a slight deadpan then smiled at Eve. “Long time no see stranger.”

Eve knelt to embrace her niece, Hannae then embraced Aela, she got taller the last time she saw her. She was going to comment how older Aela looked but didn’t want to suffer her hair ruffling.

“So how’s business?”

Eve shrugged. “Same old same old. You should’ve sent a vox-call if you were going to come visit.”

“And ruin the surprise?”

Eve lightly pinched Aela’s cheeks. “You and your surprises.”

Eve set up a cup of recaf and grox omelette for Hannae. The slow business allowed her to speak, and thanks to Dane working in the Administratum, politics was a constant topic. Aela leaned over and cupped her hand to whisper.

“So, Dane told me something big is going on in the Administratum.”

“Isn’t there always?” Eve questioned.

“This one might be special I heard. Only the Emperor knows I guess.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he does.”

Eve looked outside the window. The sun that was supposed to rise was muffled by the dark sky.

“Strange, I thought it was supposed to be sunny today.” Aela said.

“Yeah… I thought so too.”

>>73691639
>>73691939
Hey guys OP here, I need to get some things done. If the thread dies I'll open a new one. As always, I'd love to hear what you guys think of the story so far.

Bump

Am I the only one that wants to see Celestine and mama5 meeting?

>>73692014
>thready dying
not on my watch.
I'm a brainless desu, but I'm loving the green so far. Finding 40K stories are exceptionally rare.

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>>73692014
It's very good so far, please continue when you can.

>mama5 brushing Celestine’s wings like a mom brushing her daughter’s hair

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Anyone have links to the prior threads? I'd like to read this but I can't without the background.

>>73692014
keep on writing so we can keep on reading

>>73696337

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/73461308/

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/73558282/
here you go anon

>>73696450
Thanks bud.

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(I'm doing my best to make sure the lore and the story stays somewhat consistent. BUT HOLY HELL IS THAT DIFFICULT. Enjoy!)

++[CLASSIFIED]++
+Inquisitor Greyfax+
+996.M41+

Heretics, that was the words that she thought in the debacle that was the “Ethereal Mother”. If she was there she would have personally blown the head of the Inquisitor that lost Mother. Merely thinking about it disgusted her to the core. What made it worse is that she couldn’t be out searching for the Mother of Humanity. No, she had her own responsibilities in Cadia.

Call it “guts feeling” or sixth sense. There was bitter taste in her mouth that something terrible would unfold, and the entire galaxy would suffer. Once Cadia is saved, she would make haste to Whealen.

“Inquisitor.” The raspy techno voice called out to her. “Your anger is palpable today.”

“Of course it is.” Greyfax replied with a hiss. “I am here despite our mother still being lost.”

“Ah. The Bride of the Omnissiah.” Cawl said. “She is not lost, but waiting.”

“I didn’t know the Adeptus Mechanicus believed in her.” Greyfax said questioningly.

The pylons on Cawl’s back fizzled, connecting together as the electricity sparked. The small gears that made up most of his body clicked. He looked up where the Eye of Terror rumbled.

“It is a small branch, as she is in the Imperium is it not?” Cawl answered with his question.

“No, that branch disappeared long ago. Only scholars or archivers know it now. Soon that will change.”

Greyfax’s cape fluttered as she returned. Soon, another battle will occur. Doubt was poison of the mind, for now she knew what needed to be done. Killing heretics in the name of the Emperor of Mankind and Mother of Humanity.

>>73697077
I'm gonna be honest. I can't not hear Magnus's voice as the one used If the Emperor had a Text to Speech Device. His voice actor is just so good.

>>73697297
The Wrath of Magnus with that VA was better than the original. Maybe because I was too familiar with it.

>>73697297
It figures that a bunch of randoms fans who got together to do tts are better at casting people who fit the characters than the company who made them.

>>73697077
The notion of The Bride of the Omnissiah, gave me a right proper chuckle

Good on ya Write Anon, keep up these great stories!

Hey is this one of those
"Hey let's make a setting by adding shit that we want" thread? I haven't done one of these since the Fractured Singularity one from a while back.

>>73697976
its not really adding what anons want its just what the writefag wants and the rest of us have been along for the ride

>>73697937
>The Bride of the Omnissiah
>the goddess of untangling wires

>>73697077
I got a good chuckle out the the filename, keep it up

>>73698038
>Writefag wanted to tell a story about his special Mary Sue in broken english and we're so starved for 40kshit that we lapped it up
ftfy
>>73697976
Would be a better thread ToBeHonest.

>>73697077
>filename
Pffffffffffff

Wow I didn't expect more anons to join. Happy to see you guys.
>>73698752
Sorry to hear about that anon. I tried not to make her sound like a Mary Sue. I hope you can enjoy the story still if you are goign to stay in this thread.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTfeMhyyy5o

++[UNKNOWN]++

Eve forgot how absurd a dream could be. Time passed like a dream to her already. Lately, her dreams were stranger, more vivid. The land was made of soft clouds, she didn’t walk either. Eve would simply float around, and for an immortal that never grew past her growth spurt pretending to be tall was a godsend.

Eve found the lonely angel again, blankly looking up in the white nothingness. The angel flinched then eased herself upon seeing Eve. As usual, no words reached through her and she couldn’t hear the muffled sounds that came from the angel as well. All she could do was caress her hair and hold her hand. Eve wondered why she kept having this dream. Eve did remember learning that dreams were a gateway to her subconscious.

Then what did that angel mean? She broke away her faith a long time ago. Yes, there was some lingering trust in God. Even if it was, it’s been millenias since she prayed. There was no point in an effort when it wouldn’t be answered. Eve felt the cold touch of the angel’s hand. Eve stroked her head again. She wondered if there was a way to conjure a comb in a dream.

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>>73698983
OP here, thanks for making my thread reach Epic and Excellent status!

>>73698983
A saint perhaps?
Also pay no mind to the hatefags

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+++Agri World+++
+++Whealen+++
++Pa’s Proper Platter++
+998.M41+

Unlike most Imperial citizens, she spent Sanguinala earlier than most, a week earlier to be specific.

Like a responsible immortal, she knew how to spend a day that made her grief the most, with alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. To the point of counting the number of deaths she had from alcohol poisoning with two hands. That didn’t even add up the amount of suicide attempts in her drunken stupor. Bloody knives scattered across the floor, she probably needed to replace the toaster and rat poison again. She also needed to replace the ceiling lamp since she forgot that the ceiling fan couldn’t handle her weight in an attempt to hang herself.

“You are my sunshine…”

She cradled the bottle in her arms tightly. Her throat burned from the amount of alcohol she consumed. Her eyes stung. She sobbed as she remembered the smiles she shared with her sons. Her bright sons had a great future. She knew this was all her fault, she should’ve done more.

“You make me happy, when the skies are grey.”

Konrad, a misunderstood son. He chose to bear the burden of being the monster. All while earning the scorn of his brothers.

“You’ll never know dear…”

Perturabo, a son that she loved with all her might. An artisan that was forced to be knee deep in mud and filth. No manner of mud, grimes, dirt, and blood could dim his brightness. Her Great Artificer of Terra.

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>>73700676
“How much I love you.”

Sangunius, a son that listened to her problems. He had no set expectation of her, he loved her for who she was. She remembered their small talks as she brushed his wings.

“Please don’t take my sunshines away…”

The clock finally reached twelve o’clock, marking the first day of 999.M41. As she drank her 25th bottle of whatever the liquor she procured the ground quaked thunderously. She looked idly outside, the sky was no longer dark blue but reddish purple. It was as if the warp itself was torn into a great rift.

>>73700676
>>73700683
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGa3zFRqDn4

Hey guys OP here, I prefer Johnny Cash version. As always, comments or thoughts are greatly appreciated.

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>>73700683
>She looked idly outside, the sky was no longer dark blue but reddish purple. It was as if the warp itself was torn into a great rift.
RED BOY IS HERE ITS HAPPENING!

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I wonder what Perterabo is doing. Playing with his robots?

>>73700683
Oh boy great rift HERE WE COME!

>>73703512

Bump

bumpotron

Is no one going to comment the fact that mama5 killed herself like 7 times?

>>73705632
Its about on the level of stubbing your toe when you are an immortal who cannot actually die.

>be mama5
>immortal
>die from alcohol poisoning
>get back up
>drink again
>die from alcohol poisoning
>be mama5
>immortal

Ngl for a character that can’t fight and just immortal that’s pretty hardcore, pretty sure she can beat leman in a drinking contest

OP here sorry guys I need to do some stuff first

>>73706628
Perfectly fine!

OP here I'm back and you better get your tissues ready and not for that reason you sickos

>>73707383

im excited to see

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(1/3)

++Imperial Palace++
++Holy Terra++
++Moments after the Great Rift++
+Yvraine+

Eldars and Mon’keigh, as far as she could remember they’ve been at war as long as she could remember. A foolish thing it was, they fought while the plague of Chaos swelled disgustingly. The Mon’keigh and her own people were too prideful to admit they needed help, they believed they were the chosen race to end Chaos. Yvraine knew this wasn’t true, anything that wasn’t chaos was the chosen race. If she was to be vilified it didn’t matter to her anymore. Yvraine exhaled her long drawn breath. The avenging son, Roboute Guilliman, was finally resurrected and it was no easy feat either.

None had yet to speak of her mother and Roboute had yet to ask. A full focus was necessary to revive what was left of the Imperium. The Great Rift opening most likely set the effort to hundred folds. Roboute commanded the Astartes while working alongside Lord Commander Militant of the Imperial Guard and Warmasters under the Lord Commander’s command. Whole Terra was a mess. Even more chaotic after Horus’s betrayal.

>>73708775
(2/3)

“-among other planets Whealen is also suffering a severe warp storm. Shouldn’t we protect that planet first?” Tallinus, The Master of the Astronomican said.

“That is a mere convenient planet for rations.” The Master of Administratum said calmly. “The planet with mineral and material resources takes priority.

“The shrine world will be targeted no doubt.” Ecclesiarch Decius XXIII insightfully added. “Those planets will also take priority.”

“The forces of the Inquisition are already sent to defend it with their lives.” The Inquisitorial Representative informed the Ecclesiarch.

“Where are the Adepta Sororitas in this impending doom?” The Lord Commander Militant questioned accusingly.

“They are… continuing their crusades, no doubt they will defend the planets.” The Inquisitorial Representative replied, he glanced at the Lord Commander of the Imperium.

“Planets that need no defending, command the Adepta Sororitas to defend a planet that matters!” The Lord Commander Militant shouted angrily.

“All planets under the Emperor’s light matter, you overstep your authority Lord Commander.” The Ecclesiarch corrected.

“Silence yourself Decius. You are only here as a formality. I suggest you shut your mouth and sit down.” The Lord Commander Militant shot back.

The entire High Lords of Terra gathered, a rare sight even for a Primarch. Behind the double doors shouts of logistics and administration echoed in the halls. The masters of their own respected areas spoke calmly, this wasn’t the first time a catastrophe struck with its vile hands and it wouldn’t be the last. Roboute raised his hand, the High Lords of Terra silenced immediately.

“Send a small fleet to the Whealen first, we will need it after this matter is settled. The primary agri worlds will take priority first, then the forge worlds.” Roboute commanded.

>>73708803
(3/3)

“At once my lord.” Hackett, the Lord High Admiral bowed then quickly walked out.

Despite being in the High Lords’ chamber she silently observed. For mon’keighs that lived for a few centuries they were calmer than she expected. A behavior attributed thanks to Roboute’s presence. She however knew what he truly worried about.

“Where are you going?”

“I am neither a part of this council nor am I a servant. I will combat chaos on my own.” Yvraine said. “Or do you plan to stop me?”

There was no resistance, not that anyone had the courage to do so. Yvrained exited the chamber, she would discover why Whealen had such a warp storm.

Can we appreciate the fact that OP actually is somewhat keeping with the time line?

>>73708820
I doubt yvraine will like the answer

>meeting her future mother in law
>"I didn't know you have a little sister"
>"That is my mother."
>yvraine's face when

>>73709145
Literally older than any an living Eldar.

>yvraine inspecting dark age tech
>mama5 doing the laundry
>“don’t inspect that blip bloops too long dear your eyes will go bad”
>“blip bloopers?”
>points at the dark age tech older than yvraine
>“that new age tech thing, it’s Atari isn’t it?”
>yvraine’s face when

>>73709145
>>73709368
What face?

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The sky looked so pretty. Eve wondered why the town siren was ringing, she cupped her ears but did little to help. She also wondered why a truck full of PDF and townspeople was running to the truck. Eve stumbled out of her home to see the full scale evacuation. One of the soldiers ran up to her.

“What are you doing, miss?There's an evacuation order by the planet’s governor!” The soldier dragged Eve.

“A what?”

“Are you blind lady? Look up! Get what you need and get to the truck!”

The soldier pointed at the ripped sky that bled the essence of the warp. Eve rubbed her eyes, any drunkenness was snapped out of her mind. The warp, in its disturbingly red hue descended upon the small town. She saw the familiar townspeople shaking in fear. Mothers hugged their children and fathers kept vigilant eyes. For What good that would do, Eve didn’t know.

Eve held onto her large backpack. It was mostly filled with rations, credits, and small mementos. It was small compared to what other families brought. Families, Eve sat by herself thinking of Aela, Dane, and Hannae. The truck arrived at a small space dock, teeming with refugees with shouts of fear and cries of the children. Eve blended in the crowd until an arbiter grabbed her shoulder.

“Miss Eve?” The arbiter asked.

“That is me.” Eve answered.

“Please come with me.”

Eve wawa more or less escorted by an arbiter. In a spacious room of bureaucrats she saw Aela and her family.

“Eve!”

>>73710193
The two sisters exchanged a brief hug, Aela thanked the Emperor for her safety.

“What’s going on?” Eve asked.

“You and I are going on a refugee ship, you will be coming with us to Ultramar. To Macragge.” Aela explained.

“Members of the Administratum are given special privilege to be escorted there.” Dane added. “I'm happy that you’re safe sis. You haven’t changed a bit.”

Dane and Aela exchanged a quick hug as well. Eve looked up to Dane, he changed so much in a span of little time.

“And you want me to come with you?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course you’re coming with us.” Aela answered. “Why would you even ask that? And… Emperor, were you drinking?”

“A little.”

“Sir, Ma’am, miss.” The arbiter said. “The refugee ship is here for you.”

Aela grabbed Eve’s hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Through a special route Eve was led to an area with officers of the administratum. From below through a glass wall she saw the rest of the population.

“Where are they going?” Eve asked.

“Does it matter? Come on!” Aela tugged on Eve’s arm to enter the bridge.

Then, a flash of red lightning quaked the floor. The people shouted daemons and chaos space marines. Only one word was muttered out of her lips.

“Magnus?”

>>73710213
>“Magnus?”

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>>73710213
ohh come on, don't tease us like that

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Eve couldn’t believe what she was looking at. Her son, Magnus. She was certain of it. He looked different. There were horns protruding out of his head with talons, his giant wings spread, casting shadows on the people. The chaos space marines shot down any that stood in their way. Any arbiter that resisted were either shot down or destroyed by sorcery.

“Where are you going!” Aela grabbed Eve’s hand. “We need to leave now!”
Eve shoved Aela’s hand. “I’m sorry Aela.”

“Damn it Eve this isn’t the time for your mysterious background shenanigans!”

“Do you trust me?” Eve asked.

“Of course I do.” Aela answered.

“Then I’ll meet you at Macragge. I promise.”

Eve ran off before she could be called. As people flooded out of the dock, Eve ran past the people and the refugees. Despite donning a new colored armor and their display of sorcery. Eve shoved passed through the fleeing refugees.

“Magnus! Magnus!” Eve shouted among the refugees.

The sorcerers flying in saucers grabbed Eve by her arm. Eve was in the arm of a sorcerer, they landed on a tall conjured pedestal. Magnus shrunk to a size more familiar to Eve, his eye softened at the sight of his mother.

“Magnus, is that you?”

“Mother.”

“Magnus!”

Eve threw herself into Magnus’s arm. It didn’t matter if he was a daemon. It was her son. Magnus placed his large hands on her tiny shoulders.

“You’re alright!” Eve cheered. “You’re alright…”

Magnus knelt to return her tight embrace. It was as if everything was normal again. Back when she would wander the Imperial Palace, breaking up fights between the brothers. Back when he and his mother discussed literature. Back when he was happy.

But good things never last.

>>73697297
I will never not hear Dorn's VA whenever I read the words of Dorn.

>>73711776
The one thing I hate is when I have to wait for a new piece of your amazing story

>>73712027
thank you anon

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>>73712064
No thank YOU for making this

How will the sisters react when they finally see her? My theory is the same as the Emperor. Depending on how you think mama5 will look is how she will look, but that would mean she’s a psyched and that’s not confirmed yet. Am I the only one thinking about this?

i wanna see a great big redemption arc

>>73713048
On who?

>>73713088
magnus redemed by mama5

>>73713258
That would be too Mary Sue. It wouldn’t be too simple.

>>73713384
one can dream anon

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Magnus kneeled as he always did to see his mother on her level. While he had changed his mother didn’t. Not even a single wrinkle, perhaps her hair grew rather longer. He explained briefly on his side of what had happened ever since her slumber.

“All because of Horus…” Eve muttered. “You’ve suffered so much, haven’t you my son?”

“As long as you are with me mother, I will suffer no more. Let us return to Prospero.”

Magnus extended his hand. Eve however, couldn’t take it, she took a step backward much to Magnus’s surprise. She looked down to the floor

“I can’t.” Eve rejected softly. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Magnus asked, voice raising to frustration. “I have been waiting for you for this long and you won’t come with me?”

“Magnus, people suffer because of yours and your actions. Coming with you means I allow this. Stay with me, Magnus. You can still redeem yourself.” Eve tried to convince, she raised her hand to touch his cheeks.

Magnus turned his head. “Can’t you see that the Imperium is on the verge of collapsing? In the end there will only be chaos!”

“If Imperium collapses so will humanity. You and I, my son, we can strive for a new age of humanity. Just come with me.”

“Redemption is beyond my ability now. I am bound by chaos and my fate. I only care about you, mother. Chaos will consume all in the end, but you will be protected. Please, mother.”

Eve backed away again. “I’m sorry Magnus. I can’t let that happen.”

“If you will not come willingly, I have no choice.”

“Magnus? What are you-”

Magnus grabbed Eve by her throat. He harnessed the power of the warp. Chaos would swallow humanity, but a small speck of light that was his mother would be preserved. Whether she wanted or not.

>>73714272
fear

>>73714272
magnus you cunt now robby will have to decapitate you and save mommy

>>73714272
oh Magnus, why.
If only the poor guy still had all the pieces of his soul. Now if we could just get that one Grey Knight's soul and stick it in Magnus.
>inb4 all the other chaos Primarchs are angry cuz Magnus "saved" mom first.
>inb4 mama5 gotta deal with chaos marines AND Demons with parental issues.
>inb4 not enough recaf in the galaxy.
>"I just want one day when my remaining sons won't kill each other. Just one day."

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>>73714272
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By the god she didn’t know why this woman was so important. It was a mere woman with immortality, in a world of unkillable daemons and demi-gods walking amongst the galaxy she was an ant. However, she knew the woman may be the key. If a daemon primarch went so far as invading a planet for this woman, she was a tool against Chaos.

Yvraine focused her power to clash with Magnus’s power. She needed the mother somewhere safer, possibly safer than the Imperium. She only needed the right opportunity to interrupt the daemon’s prince’s attempt.

“FOR THE EMPEROR! FOR THE MOTHER! CHARGE!”

That’s when she heard the sound of bolters firing.

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>>73714844

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bnNomfm7sJk&list=PLyLLeKcxw24WA_0vkX9BU1p-IyeiXpAkl&index=4

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It was a disgusting sight. A sight that needed to be cleansed with holy fire. In the Emperor’s light the Battle Sisters descended upon the filthy chaos marines and demons. They were close to find their mother, If they had to burn the planet to cinders to find their Empress that was what they were going to do. They checked the diner known as “Pa’s Proper Platter”. It was abandoned but she knew there was a space dock.

At the space docks the sister fought against the forces of chaos. Each shell, each flame, each sword swing brought the planet closer to the Emperor’s light. When the sisters finally arrived at the docks they witnessed it. The benevolence of the Empress. Magnus, the damned daemon prince and a traitor kneeled at her presence of the mighty Empress. Mighty as she was, the records stated that she was no warrior, she merely commanded an overwhelming aura.

However, a daemon was a daemon. It was no longer human. They attacked the daemon prince just as a blue lighting interrupted the sorcery. This was an obvious sign of the God-Emperor’s intervention.

“FOR THE EMPEROR! FOR THE MOTHER! CHARGE!”

It was obvious what needed to be done. Canoness Sariah swore that their eyes met as they approached closer. She screamed as she watched the daemon prince casted another sorcery.

Before they could eliminate them fully, they all disappeared. The conflicting lights of red and blue lights were gone, and so was their Empress.

>>73714903
dammit magnus

>>73712455
There’s been hints here and there. The more she becomes famous the more will
people see her as someone holy and regal.

>>73715484
And next thing you know she'll have Psyker powers due to the entirety of the Imperium believing in her so hard.

>>73715598
The Commissar Yarrick phenomena?

Bump

>>73715856
exactly

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Eve groggily opened her eyes. There was a sweet scent and something tickled her nose. She looked up, it was no daemon, human, or even an astartes. It was an eldar, and she wasn’t going to lie when she thought that hair ornament looked rather silly. When their eyes met the eldar set her to the floor.

Eve looked up to have to see the eldar face to face.

“You’re shorter than I imagined.” The eldar said.

“Who are you?”

“Well, I know you but you don’t know me. I am Yvraine, Empress.”

Eve flinched at the old title. From the looks of the eldar, she knew running away wasn’t an option.

“How do you know who I am?”

“I’m what you call a psycher. Your thoughts were too open.” Yvrained answered. “For a human with an appearance of a young adult, you are much older than I am.”

Eve shot an aggravated glare. “And why did you bring me here?”

“To convince you to be an Empress again.”

Why would an eldar care about the state of the Imperium?”

“The forces of chaos are a bigger threat than any in the galaxy. All races must unite if we are to survive. If the Emperor was the striking arm of humanity, you are the heart of humanity. In a state of decay we are in now, we need that the most.”

“I’m not the human you’re looking for.” Eve answered.

“Did you not attain the love and respect from the Primarchs?” Yvraine questioned.

“That didn’t stop them from betraying the Imperium. I was only chosen because I saw enough of mankind to know how a human would act.” Eve replied with venomous pessimism. “In the end, it did nothing. Either way, I will request that you find a better person to be an Empress. I won’t take that title ever again.”

“I see, then I have no choice.”

Yvraine walked to the giant double door. When she opened it, Eve gasped.

“Roboute?”

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Amidst the awkward silence Yvraine exited the room, leaving the mother and son alone. Eve stepped away as Roboute walked closer. Eve looked down on the ground in shame, unsure of how to speak to her son that she hasn’t spoken for ten millennia. The tension in the room was palpable. For the first time, Eve saw Roboute hesitant in his actions.

There was another pause between the two. Just like Eve, he hadn’t aged a bit either. Logistics and maintaining an empire was Roboute’s skills. Being human was last on his list. Seeing how the Imperium was on the precipice of disaster. Roboute sat on the large couch, specially made for a Primarch like him. Eve sat next to Roboute without being asked.

“Mother… I need your help.” Roboute pleaded. “I can lead an empire, and all follow my words. The Imperium is no longer the empire that we know of. It is in a state of decay that I’m afraid that cannot be revived. The people are sick and downtrodden, they need a light that will guide them… that is a feat I cannot do.”

Roboute looked at his mother. So little yet so much has changed for her. Everytime his eyes would gaze upon his mother, guilt swelled within him. He regretted asking Konrad to tear Monarchia. All of this was his fault.

“I advised my father to send Konrad to Monarchia. If it weren’t for my misjudgment this wouldn’t have happened.” Roboute paused to find the right words. “Konrad and Sanguinius would be here, you wouldn’t be-”

Eve stood up on the couch, she embraced her son then cupped her hand to Roboute’s cheeks.

“That was none of your fault. The Emperor had the final choice and your brothers were slain because of my failure in teaching your brothers. None of it was your fault.” Eve copped her hands tighter. “Do you understand me Roboute Guilliman! None of it was your fault.”

“Then will you help me?”

Eve released a sigh. “How am I supposed to say no to my son?”

Loving the story so far Anon. Thank you for doing this.

>>73719025
glad you're enjoying it anon

OP here, so I’m thinking of doing short stories before I get on with the main story because I need to figure some stuff out. Basically it’s gonna be short stories of mama5 meeting some factions/characters. What do you guys think of that idea?

>>73718963
Wait a second. So Roboute has some Psyker powers? Like he can shoot lighting or fireballs?

Is anyone going to edit the article on 1d4chan?

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>>73719089
I'm pretty starved of story sauce ever since "Warning the Emperor" / "anon gets isekai into WH40K" anon disappeared. So yes. I'd be interested.

>>73719089
Can I request a story about mama5 and the Black Templar’s?

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>>73719089
Maybe Mama5 meeting with a T’au ambassador or something, since a person from the great crusade era might be more rational when discussing things compared to a 41st millennium zealot. Bonus points of the ambassador is a qt3.14

bump

Bump

Have a bump because you’re epic

>>73719118
You arent the only one missing sause anon.

>>73718032
So my boy Robby G is getting it on with his eldar waifu!

>>73722943
mama5 mother in law mode incoming

>>73718032
My favorite picture so far

>mama5 meets Black Templars
>knew Sigismund from the past
>legit horrified of what happened to the imperial fists

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During the 30th Millenium her existence was kept somewhat small. A procession here and there, but not too many of her were shown. Not this time.Only after a week, her coronation was spread across all the galaxy under the Imperium. The people thanked the Emperor for bringing their Mother back to the Imperium’s fold.

The Ecclesiarchy themselves have made an effort to incorporate God-Mother of Humanity.
She absolutely hated that idea. However, religion was a necessary evil that was required. Much to Eve and her son’s chagrin. However, this was for Roboute, and maybe the start of her ascension meant her sons would return, if that was even possible.

Five months were reserved just for the sake of meeting all the important figures of the Imperium. She dreaded the fact that she needed to play politics. She was an old woman with old values. She’d rather much stay out of the lights.

The first group she met was the High Lords of Terra, in which she accidentally used the words youngsters and young’uns. Even telling the Inquisitorial Representative that they needed to relax on the accusation of heresy. That did not go well. The Inquisition was one organization that she was worried about the most.

“So… who do we have left?”

“Well my Empress.” The strange british accented Custodes spoke. “Now we are on the list of the militant organizations of the Imperium.”

“And we’re starting with?”

“The Adeptus Astartes.”

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>>73719089
yes yes and yes just write and post

So is mama5 a Mary Sue?

>>73726345
Bruh shut your ass up

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Eve knew the state of the Imperium was akin to the end of humanity, doomed being the least. She understood some methods were necessary, if a few thousand needed to die to save a hundred thousand, that had to be an acceptable loss. But this? This was a travesty, an ink mucking the honor of the Astartes.

“Do they want to be called douchebags? Who would name themselves Marines Malevolent? That’s like calling yourself Orphan Killer as your chapter name!”

Eve continued to read the report of this chapter. If the Inquisition had pardoned the actions of the Star Phantoms meant a tremendous hate for this chapter. Kitten, her new body guard/Captain-General, swore he heard some ancient terran vocabularies such as “fuck” and “massive assholish dickwads”. Whatever it meant, he knew she wasn't happy.

He never imagined to see the kind Mother of Humanity, angry. Her shoulders shook, not in tears or any of the sorts, but in sheer disappointment. Eve had to fight the urge to not crumple the parchments before her. It was insulting to think that their Primarch was presumed to be Perturabo. That report was ripped on the spot.

“Bring that son of a bitch in.”

“M-mum?” Kitten sputtered. “I mean, yes my Empress.”

The Chapter Master was missing for the Marine Malevolent. The First Captain entered instead.

“I am honoured to be in the presence that is you, my dear Empress.”

“Captain Vinyar, I have an order for you.”

“The Marines Malevolent are always ready to follow your orders.” Vineyard replied.

“Your chapter is to apologize to the Black Templars, all successors of The Salamanders, Lamenters, and every guard regiments you have used as bait. I am deeply disappointed by your Chapter’s action. Now leave my sight and return to me until you have done it.”

It is said that the level of shame for the Marine Malevolent was that of marines on a penitent crusade.

>>73727247
I thought about drawing a pic but honestly fuck them.

>>73727247
Kitten and a session of reeming out the marines malevolent. I absolutely love mama5

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Meeting the chapter masters was an emotional ride for Eve, and it made for awkward meetings. The chapter masters of The Salamander successors went wholesomely well. They chat like normal human beings, usually meeting in some kind of picnic.

Some were formal, speaking a line of encouragement or light chastisement. After the rage inducing study of the Marines Malevolent the rest didn’t seem so bad. Then came a chapter that made Eve weep for them. In both pity and pride. Perhaps a chapter that embodied humanity and their Primarchs.

“Kitten.”

“Yes mum?”

“Can you do that thing? You know the whole bright lights that make me look holy?”

“For what reason?”

“Just do it and don’t question it.”

Malakim Phoros knew this was a sign. The Imperium would be rescued from the depths of their doom to a new height. After tripping over a serf then bumping his newly polished helmet from a fallen piece of a statue Phoros finally reached the throne room of the Empress. When he entered, a warm light blinded him. There she was, Mother of Humanity in her full glory. Instinctively Phoros kneeled.

“Malakim Phoros, I have heard the deeds of your chapter.”

“I am honored beyond. My Empress.”

“I am your mother, Phoros. Such titles are only a formality.” Eve replied. “Did you bring your chapter like I asked?

“Yes, for what reason if I may ask?”

“Lunch.”

That day, the Lamenter’s luck slightly increased, earning the jealousy of many chapters. This caused chapters of the astartes with new zeal to prove themselves to earn the right to call their Empress “Mother.” The Lamenters witnessed what a true mother does, cook and give them lots of love.

Bump

>>73726345
Good detective work there anon. Any OC on any thread is a Mary or Gary sue.

>>73728111
If you think about it pretty much all loyalist chapters are sausage fests, beyond the odd slave or serf.

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Today was the day. Eve stepped out of her room early. Accompanied by her guards to the dressing room, the serfs helped Eve to don her coronation dress. All manners of ornations and aquila symbol made it difficult to maintain her balance. Even so, she tried her best to walk as majestically as possible. Today was the day after all.

The serfs behind lifted the excess of the dress while the custodians walked beside her. Eve could already hear the sounds of the cheers and revelry. Roboute waited at the entrance of the balcony. Eve smiled at his son.

“Are you ready, mother?”

“I am.” Eve extended her hand. “Shall we?”

Roboute took his mother’s hand. At the balcony it teemed with Imperial citizens thunderously cheering for their Empress and Lord Commander of Imperium. In the grim future that is now, the people’s faces shined. Maybe, just maybe, the future wouldn’t be so dark. Ordeals after ordeals would be ahead of the Imperium. It would take a collective effort to see humanity rise.

The Imperium of Man wasn’t an empire, it was humanity manifested. Be it thousands of years the Imperium of Man would stand in the test of time. As long as the heart of humanity lived, so would the Imperium of Man. All Empires rise and fall, she witnessed that countless times. However, humanity would never fall.

End

>>73729583
So an announcement, the part where mama5 leaving to a new planet was meant to be the end of the story but I didn't expect to get this much support. After the post with Roboute reunion I intended the story to end there. An open ending that implies a better future. I am running out ideas and don't want to deliver ideas out of sake of needing to do it. It's been fun anons. Maybe I'll return to make short stories of Mama5 and make other stories on /tg/.

I truly am thankful for the support I got. I enjoyed reading the reactions of each anon and it was a rewarding experience for me.

Not sure if anyone cares but Celestine finally met mama5 and so did the rest of Adepta Sororitas, they called her mother more than Empress because mama5 insisted and it was an honor like what happened to Lamenters.

It's been fun anons, take care, stay awesome, be well. It was a pleasure. Keep rocking.

And remember that mama5 is proud of each and every one of you.

>>73729583
>>73729654
https://pastebin.com/1trAVCF3

Oh right and the pastebin

>>73729654
Don't be gone for too long

>>73729583
never got to meet the alpha legion or horus

>>73729654
It was great, I hope to see your work again some day.

dont even give a fuck about 40k or 90% of what goes on this board but, good shit OP.

OP here again, sorry about the double post. I do think about making a quest on /qst/ so maybe I'll see you guys there too. I'll be etaking a break for a little while. I'll still be 40k setting but different. My name would be Alohasnackbar

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>>73730711
celestine and mama5

>>73730711
See you next time space milf cowboy.

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I will miss the stories about mama5, it gave a smile on my face as I was reading it through.
As thanks have a Snek sippin on some delicious H2O