>>83658735
Fuck off namefag

>>83658750
Doesn't hurt to try again. At least it's easy to tell who the newfags are.

It was just another day inside the “slave quarters.” Though it was more of a pit with blankets. After a day of work the slaves would be brough into the pit through a ladder which would be retrieved by the techno-barbarians. 5552, along with other slaves huddled in, in the lowest level of the warlord’s kingdom was the pit. In already cold region the pit was a freezing hellhole, on the bright side anyone that died while sleeping at least did not decompose quickly. 5552 lied on the cold concrete ground and brought her knees close to generate some kind of warmth and huddled with other slaves.

“Hey fifty-two.” Slave number 2012 said. “Do you think the rumors are true?”

2012 was a young girl, only a few years older than 5552’s physical appearance with muddy blond hair caked in soot.

“The thunder warriors?” 5552 said. “I don’t know. It’s best not to have hope. Let’s try to sleep.”

“But what if they are?” 2012 excitedly. “They have to come here to rescue us, and the mill will be an important place!”

“Maybe they’re real, maybe they can be worse than our warboss. Don’t get your hoeps up 2012.” 5552 said. “Let’s just try to survive tonight.”

2012 sighed.

“You’re probably right. Hope never did anything good anyways. Just look what happened to 4242. I bet those frakkers killed him since he did his best to keep us happy.”

5552 nodded.

“Come on 2012, let’s go to sleep.”

“Good night 5552.”

“Good night 2012.”

>>83658976
I'm liking it, where else are you going to be posting this?

>>83659026
I was hoping someone would update the 1d4chan. Some anon posted it a bit ago. Thanks for giving attention anon, I appreciate it.

>>83659048
Welcome faggot, let me read the next paragraphs

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In the hot forge of the mill, 5552 moved like a factory machine. Unlike the usual die more slave seemed to be abused, some just outright murdered in middle of its tasks. Fear gripped 5552’s heart fully knowing she could next if she was close to them for any reason. It was not death she feared, it was her immortality being discovered. While her memory may be fragmented, phantom pain followed with any remembrance of her immortality discovered. What 5552 also noticed was the increase in the guards.

“LISTEN UP!”

The slaves stop, and see another slave being held up in the air by his neck, flailing helplessly. The other barbarian brandished an ax. The servants continued to cry and scream, apologixing, for what he did not say, only apologizing with all his might. A lump passed through 5552’s throat.

“From now on, anyone caught slacking off will not be punished.”

The barbarian raised the ax high and stayed still, ensuring all slaves watched with pure horror in their eyes. Once the blade fell there was a sickening scream, and a body not flailing, but thrashing madly. Gore was something she could never acclimate to, even now. For further shock, the barbarian then bashed the slave’s head. Enough force to make it bloody, but not enough to make the death quick.

“I’ll make you regret it. NOW GIT BACK TO WORK!”

The slaves scattered after that. Whatever was going on, something must’ve been working. With 2012 beside her 5552 continued to shovel the coal into the flaming furnace.

“You think it was the thunder warriors?” 2012 whispered.

“Shut it 2012.” 5552 sharply whispered.

“I hope the thunder warri-”

“WHO SAID THAT!”

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5552 bitterly sighed, of course a techno barbarian would be nearby. Life just happened to work that way sometimes. 2012 and 5552 saw the hulking techno barbarian, the one known as Bone-Killer, a name so stupid that 5552 wondered if the brains of the barbarians was smaller than a walnut. Bone-Killer stomped his way towards them, shoving any foolish slaves that did not notice him. The techno-barbarian stood, his intimidating height towering over 5552 and 2012.

“Who. Said. That.”

2012 trembled, and 5552 stayed silent. 2012 was a stupid girl, and 5552 wasn’t about to sacrifice herself to just-

“IT WAS HER!”

Shit. 5552 glared at 2012 with rage. But before she could say anything, she saw the world turn upside down. Then as expected, things went dark for a while. The cold void of death only welcomed for a brief moment, then rejected her for the thousandth time. 5552 opened her eyes, greeted by the familiar cold hard ground, except the space was smaller and had bars.

“Look she’s alive!”

The barbarians gathered as if she was a creature to be gawked at. After that, it was one death after another. Shot, stabbed, decapitated, few months later she became a living target practice for the barbarians. And once they found out she didn’t need food to survive, she could not find the energy to move, she might as well been a stationary target.

“Move faster!”

A bullet popped her head like a rotten melon.

Keep it up lad, we need people like you on this board

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This was her life. Get “fed” with moldy wheat blob, which 5552 avoided. Go out into the field and walk. She did admit, it was better than being tortured slowly. That, that was something she could not fathom. Days, weeks, months had passed in her new life. Wake up. Get shot. Wake up. In this instance, the bastards made a grenade full of nails. 5552 simply cut her own throat once she realized that. Their methods would be come more brutal, nail bombs, flame throwers, day by day it looked like their sadistic nature began to grow.

5552 once again stood in the range, eyes wide and ears sharp to start dodging once more, hoping a headshot will take her out early. The sharpnels of the previous day pierced her feet, and 5552 cursed her negligence and the barbarians.

“Hey frek!” The barbarian said. “You’re going to love this!”

The barbarians excitedly brought in a specially made explosion. The kind that was comically large and crudely put together. 5552 tried to hide behind that one rock that the barbarian let her have. She turn, but the bullets riddled her legs into shredded meat. 5552 bit her lips to not give them the satisfaction. She looked back, and saw the crude fuse lit. 5552 closed her eyes. The ear shattering explosion was only for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes once more, she found herself in the tundras, where the mill was but a small speck in her vision. Her scattering fragment flew far, and had the unfortunate luck of regenerating from the said fragment.

>>83660610
Gotta sleep. Keep the thread alive for me /tg/?

Also the link to my original story.

https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=parchment+and+bolter

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Walk around, die, walk around, die. It was a cycling process until 5552 looked for the nearest settlement. It was a local town known for making food for the barbarians, now the aftermath of a destructive battle. Rubbles replaced homes, the dreadful cold preserved the corpses, any semblance of civilization was a strewn-up carcass, cruelly layered by the unceasing snow. 5552 entered the only intact home, she tossed any burnable furniture into the pile. The fire began to slowly rise, plumes of smoke creating a terrible smell that came with the glowing warmth.

Her memory always had a habit of crawling back in silence. Not the memories of the advanced world, no, the memory when humanity was young, full of ignorance and hope. The empires that once thought they were invincible, now consumed by the unstoppable wave of time.

“Don’t move.”

The comfort only lasted for so long. 5552 stayed where she was, wrapped up in blankets.

“Turn around.”

5552 slowly did so and saw a hulking man. Not like any tall barbarians, not by his armor. For men clad in armor that looked like exaggerated drawings, they were somehow silent.

“Where are you from?” The soldier asked.

“I escaped from the mills.”

The soldier’s visor hid his face, but the snarl of his lips gave away his annoyance.

“You’re telling me you walked all the way to this town?”

5552 shrugged.

“In this age, things are hard to believe.”

>>83658735
Good to have you back!

“Am I meant to be amused?”

5552 sighed, intimidation was but a useless question to her. A rhetorical question that needed no answer. She was too old for this nonsense.

“Look, either you kill me or take me to your boss. You’re thinking about asking me for another way to the mill, yeah?”

The soldier snarled again, another feign attempt of intimidation.

“Do you thunder warriors always answer with some sort of glower too?” 5552 said tiredly.

“You know of us?”

5552 nodded.

“Barbarians kill any slaves that even attempt at saying your name.”

“And you’re one of them?”

“Someone else said but they blamed me.” 5552 said indifferently, not like she blamed that young girl. “So do you want that mill location or not?”

“After I bring you to the captain.”

The eerily empty town was not densely populated, 5552 did not ask how they achieved it, there were things that were not worth asking. Not like they were going to answer her anyway. The captain, wearing a golden helmet with a crimson plume stared down at her, brandishing a bulky gun and sword.

“How did a sickly slave like you survive?” The captain said.

“Luck.” 5552 said with a shrug.

The answer to her answer was staring at the barrel of the gun.

“Luck? Do I look like a gullible frakker?”

She shrugged again.

“I can lead you to the mill undetected or you can just shoot me here and try to besiege it. Which do you want?”

“You will lead us then, but if this is a lie-”

“You’ll make me regret it, I know.”

5552 pointed toward the icy landscape, and began the journey back. Though she could not help feel an eye on her...

>>83665094
Thanks anon, I'll do my best.

The thunder warriors were a strange bunch. Once she led them to the passageway they did not opt for a more clandestine way. Instead, they charged in with bare resistance. After all, the passageway was to keep the slaves in, not out. The unstoppable force of blades and bullets ripped through the techno-barbarians. It was certainly satisfying to watch, and once the assault ended the slaves kicked the eviscerated corpses.

“So you were correct, you did well.”

“I only told you where to go.” 5552 said.

“You could have easily betrayed us, not that it would make a difference.” The captain said with a gruff. “What I’m curious about is how you survived.”

“It’s just how it is.” 5552 said. “I was lucky.”

“Luck does not protect you from the frozen land and death.” The captain said. “Nevertheless, you have helped us. The mill was a strategic target for the unification.”

“The what?”

“The unification.” The captain said. “It is the Emperor’s will that humanity will be unified once more, then set out to the stars.”

Yes, because that went well. The uncharacteristic zeal in thunder warrior was something to note, he seemed genuine n his belief. Well, the goal was at least sounded nice, impossible, but nice.

“YOU! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!”

It was 2012, trembling at your sight. The captain and the rest of the thunder warriors simply stood, unsure of what to make of 2012’s rambling. 2012 began telling the thunder warrior her story, without admitting to what she did. The bitch. The thunder warriors were actually listening to 2012 as well as if what she said made sense. Stories of 5552 being shot, blown to pieces, and stabbed, but always coming back alive.

“SHE’S A MONSTER!” 2012 said. “KILL HER! KILL HER NOW!”

Once the thunder warriors stared at 5552, she took a step back. It was made worse when other slaves that were forced to watch joined in as well. The slaves then begin to do the human mob mentality, then all began to call her a monster. Which, 5552 had to admit, was partially true. No humans can simply come back from death after all.

“KILL HER!”

“SLAY THAT MONSTER!”

The captain grabbed 5552 by her arms and walked toward the barbarian’s quarter, 5552 waited for a swift execution and dreaded what would happen after.

“Don’t be afraid.” The captain said. “I won’t kill you just because some slaves think you’re immortal.”

5552 let out a sigh of relief.

“However, you will come with us. You will speak with my Emperor. He will decide whether you’re a threat or not, until then you will stay with us. It’s better than facing a mob, and somehow I think you are experienced with such problems.”

“And when do I meet this emperor?”

“Soon. Rest up while you can, we make our way to meet with our emperor soon.”

For the first time in years, she slept peacefully, the uncertainty of the future could wait.

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Lucid dreaming was not a common occurrence, but enough that she knew what was going on. She found herself dressed in a toga. She witnessed an old place, ancient even by Earth’s standard, Constantinople. More specifically, the Hagia Sophia. The beautiful arches, the lush gardens, and even the untouched mosaics that glistened like gems. It was comforting to be in the church again, even if it may be a dream.

She saw a man. Taller than the average man with rippling muscles, dressed in a white robe and red sash, glowign in the most glorious gold. With features that all men would be jealous of, and all women would lust after.

“A beautiful church, is it not?” The man said.

“It is.” 5552 said. “I was there when it was being constructed. From beginning to end, I would always visit Constantinople every decade or so.”

“Have you now?”

5552 nodded, eyes glued on to the man more than the church itself, despite its brilliance architecture. How could a man look so… divinely handsome? She calmed her heart, turning her gaze at the mosaics instead. Yes, the mosaics made for an excellent dish to her eyes.

“I did, it’s strange. I can remember them so clearly now…” 5552 said. “Especially when Constantine made it the capital of the empire.”

“It is much shame it was built for worship.” The man said. “A waste of effort.”

5552 raised a singular eyebrow, holding her offended visage.

“What does it matter?”

“It does, what has religion done for them that it deserves such a building? They should have made it for medical research, or a place for scholars to gather.”

“It’s where people find solace, be it whether their religion is real or not.” 5552 said.

“Praying does nothing but instill false hope.”

“Having hope matters, it doesn't matter how you attain it." 5552 said. "Enough of this nonsense, I'm going to awake up from this aggravating dream."

5552 shut her eyes tight, then opened them again.

>>83659048
Oshit. I'm the one who did the 1d4chan updates for both versions mostly. Is this a sequel to the April 2021 rendition, or another redo?

The alluring warmth of the bed detained 5552 as much as possible. The soft fur against her skin and the softness of the bed trapped her in, until the booming voices of the thunder warriors awakened her sleep. 5552 groaned under her breath. The captain slammed the door open, his visage hidden by the golden mask.

“Get up, we move out now.”

“Mnn…”

5552 let out a long yawn before moving. Ignoring the slaves she walked across the tightened the straps of her new winter coat and the packs for maps that the thunder warriors found. What astounded her was the fact that the barbarians knew how to read.

“Let us go.”

And so, 5552 began the long march with the thunder warriors into the frozen wilderness. Mountains in covered in snow stretched far into the horizon. The winds howled, whipping against 5552’s face. Even with the layers of clothes, the cold seeped into her bones. Eventually, she had to be carried by the captain’s shoulder due 5552’s inability to keep up with their pace.

“So who is this Emperor?” 5552 said.

“He is the leader of us thunder warriors. The Emperor of Mankind.”

“That’s some title.” 5552 said skeptically.

“I understand the doubt you have. But he is the only hope for humanity, and the unification for the great future for mankind.” The captain said fervently. “You will know once you meet him.”

“And how far is he?”

“He is in Ghonest.”

“Your men conquered that far?” 5552 said disbelievingly.

“It is because the Emperor leads us. Nothing more.” The captain said proudly. “Once you meet his liege. You too will understand.”

And before she knew it, she arrived at Ghonest, only a few feet away from the tent where the so-called Emperor was.

>>83671315
redo, hopefully for the last time

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It was a bright light that first enveloped her vision. A golden armor so intricately carved that she had never seen before. In all her life she witnessed countless art, but what she saw now, this was not art, but something far more, something she could not describe with mere words. Then his face, his light dark skin was practically flawless and his visage was as if God himself crafted with the finest clay! Not to mention his height, the thunder warriors around him was now but a mere child next to the god.

“Greetings.”

The man’s mouth did not move, yet he spoke, with a voice of silk and rich baritone that echoed inside her mind, like a drop of water that would make a pond ripple once. 5552 swallowed the lump in her throat, she quickly fixed her hanging jaw. Should she bow? Prostrate?

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>>83672347
“G-Greetings…” 5552 said nervously.

“My captain tells me that some slaves saw you die, and that he saved you from the violent mob.”

“He did… my Emperor. I’m thankful.”

“It is good that you are here. You are like me are you not?”

5552 nervously laughed, out of confusion more than anything else.

“Forgive me for not believing that, Emperor.” 5552 said. “There is not a single thing that makes us the same.”

“You have walked with humanity have you not? Far longer than I have.”

“I have not done much I’m afraid.” 5552 said.

“Have you now?”

The Emperor placed his golden gauntlet over 5552’s head, he moved so gracefully, so kindly, that 5552 did not fear the giant. Warm light flooded in her mind, bringing memories that even she did not remember. Her first child, Sabium, he ruled Babylon as the first king. Hannibal, her second son, with a heavy heart, she knew he who ould grow as a warrior, much to her worry. Socrates, her third son, he drove her mind with his inquisitive mind. A single tear rolled down to her cheek.

“How… how can I forget my sons?”

“You have lived for millenniums, it is not your fault. You have sired sons that shaped this world, a mother that changed the course of humanity.”

“I… thank you. But it was not I should be commended.” 5552 said. “I simply raised them.”

“And now, you will be needed once more. Once I take humanity’s reign, I will be the guiding arms and mind of humanity. You shall be its heart, place your trust in me, and my plan.”

“And what is your plan?”

The Emperor smiled.

(I'll post more if the thread is alive, until then I would love to hear your guys' thoughts.)

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>>83672350
post moar you glorious faggot

I missed this, good storythreads are rare nowadays...

>>83673185
Same here it’s been a while

Are we going to have more Primarch mother stuff or more of an assistant?

>>83674304
Mother, that's why I set the last part up.

>>83674347
I thought you said this was a stupid idea the last time you tried writing this. Did you change your mind?

>>83675365
It was, but I can't just leave it unfinished you know? I might as well try again and I'm liking the story now.

It was a grand plan. Unify humans under his rule, and that meant all humanity including those that disappeared into the stars, and establish human dominance over the entire spanning galaxy. But with the Emperor… it just might be possible. They talked, mostly being 5552 answering the Emperor’s question of her time in humanity as he shifted through her memory. Babylon, Greece, Rome, Byzantine, and even a small memory when she used to live in Utah, what on earth was she was doing in Utah?

And dear god, she had so many famous sons that she forgot about! Even a mother to a famous rock star! Sitting across the Emperor in a makeshift chair, holding a hot cup of spiced tea. Now the discussion of the ‘Primarch’ project was being discussed. Twenty genetically created children from the Emperor’s gene, and it was her job to raise them. Motherhood was already a daunting task, but raising twenty? No experience would help her with that. But seeing the Emperor’s trust in her, and the unification of humanity… it was certainly worth trying.

“Then what are we to do now?”

“I will continue to reunify terra, and you will stay where I am, to witness the unification with me.”

“I’ll be of no use.”

“Not now, yes. But you are an invaluable factor in my plan. It is better you are with me than to risk of your capture.”

“I’m honored, my Emperor.”

Thus, her journey began.

will mama5 marry emps? Can't have children out of wedlock now can we ;)

>>83675866

That will be expanded on later

It never ceased to amaze to witness the Emperor and his thunder warriors conquering kingdom by kingdom. Yes, there have been obstacles but her trust in the Emperor never waned, or so she thought. It was a long journey, and the longer she traveled with the Emperor, the less she thought of him as a perfect being.

Inside their newly constructed fortress, 5552, now officially seen as a queen, and to those who were not so respectful, a concubine. But by now, being insulted behind her back was something she was already used to. Inside their temporary quarters, 5552 rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to hold herself back.

“I am not to give them names?” 5552 said, holding her anger. “They’ll be our sons.”

“They have no need for names.” The Emperor said. “They are a tool to my plan, nothing else. Calling them son will simply instill loyalty in me.”

“Children, made from your DNA or not, need to be raised with love and care. like all children need Your treatment as some tool will not end well for you.” 5552 said. “All those years ago you said this was my charge. What am I to do if I cannot raise them as I see fit?’

“You are to raise them as a mother, but the rest is my authority.” The Emperor said calmly. “I must go now, stay here, Constantin will accompany you.”

5552 sighed as the Emperor left, and with the silent protector in the room together, it was just as same as being alone.

“Tell me Constantin, do you think the same?” 5552 said.

The man clad in golden armor pondered, long and thoughtfully.

“It is not in my place to question the Emperor, as you are as well. We must place our trust in him.” Constantin said wisely.

5552 rolled her eyes. It seemed no one was on her side, as usual. In the silence, perhaps in an act of defiance, she began to think of names of her sons she would soon raise, the war was almost at its end after all. And the first name of her twenty sons was Horus, Horus Lupercal.

bumpin, keep going Parchment Anon!
Also one small piece of constructive criticism; make sure to proofread your post before posting as I've seen multiple minor grammar mistakes, and such, nothing too big but still felt like letting you know.

Bump, welcome back parchment anon!

It was all so sudden. One day she was with the Emperor, once again arguing how they should raise the primarchs. 5552’s patience was slowly bent under the weight of the Emperor’s absolutely certainty, or dare she say his arrogance. For a being that calls himself the “Emperor of Mankind” he did not have the heart of a man. Then, she was to go to Luna. No warning or even a hint of telling. Simple as informing her like her shoes were untied.

“Now?”

“The initial steps of the project is done, you shall go and begin your bonding with the primarch.”

“And you’re telling me this now?”

“Your job requires little preparation, and anything else you need will be provided for.”

‘Primarch Project’... 5552 did not like the words at all. Fifty years later and he had yet to understand the importance of love when raising children, super human they may be, but they were still children.

With the unification war so close to the end 5552 understood the births of her sons to be soon, but not done without her knowing and she certainly expected to be told. As always, the Emperor remained certain as he ever was.
Inside the deepest part of Terra, 5552 walked along side the custodes and their footsteps softly rang agains the hard metal floor. The underground chill creepily crawled on her skin. The mighty steps of the custodes softly rang in the metal walls of the facility. At the end of the hall was the facility itself, and a woman who stood, she dipped her body to a deep bow.

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>>83679501
“Greetings.”

“Greetings.” 5552 said, with a more wary tone.

The woman, with sleek yet shapely body sauntered over to 5552. She cupped her hand on 5552’s cheek, then softly moved 5552’s head with her gentle grasp of her chin.

“You are no psyker.”

“I’m afraid not.”

“Are you a warrior as well?” Erda asked.

“Not at all.” 5552 said with a nervous laughter.

“And you are to be their mother, someone who is so useless that despite living for all these years achieving nothing?” Erda said with a restrained anger. “You? Just because you sired some kings and knights of old?”

5552 looked away from the woman’s furious gaze that bore into her soul. The grip on her chin began to turn into a sharp pinch.

“I… I don’t understand. Just who are you?”

“I am Erda, the donor of gene-stock that my sons have. The true mother of the primarchs.”

>>83679292
Thanks anon

>>83678505
Yeah I need to watch out for those, thanks anon.

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>>83680136
>he doesn't know

Edra reluctantly released her grip once she saw the custodes inching in close. 5552 nursed the sore spot, though she can see the twisting anger controting her face, 5552 could not find the anger in herself. More so, frustration took half of her confusion.

“Why did Neoth choose you?” Erda said.

“Who?”
“The Emperor, you fool. Why did he choose you, there must be more reason than your above average off springs.”

“That is not your concern. Step away.”

Behind 5552, a custodes stood between. His golden armor glistened under the fluorescent light, and the daunting height made even the perpetual psyker think before acting. 5552 visibly flinched at the baleful glares Erda. A twinge of guilt began to fester in her doubt, infecting it ever so steadily. She walked alongside the custodes.

The air vents lowly hummed wherever she went. Sometimes there would be random sounds of high pitched squeals of machines, but silence eerily followed. The floor was hard, nothing like the soft earth above, and the metal walls was cold to the touch. The halls of the facility stretched far up, like jaws of a gigantic beast. 5552 finally arrived to her quarters. It consisted of a metal table, lether chair encased in chrome frame, and a simple bed. And that incessant hum of the ventilation was also present. 5552 gritted her teeth, it was going to take time to get used to it.

“If you are require anything, ask of us.” The cutodes said.

“When will I see my so… the primarchs?”

The custodes did not move, but fixed his gaze at 5552.

“You are to rest for today, you will see them soon. Soon the night cycle will activate, sleep.”

5552 nodded, then lied on the hard bed. If there was one thing she can do well was sleeping. That was until she heard a shrilling cry.

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>>83680180
Did not know Erda existed either. I'm surprised a new lore was added kek.

The facility was anything but welcoming. Chrome dominated the entire facility, everything always carried the scent of the medicine, Wih a facility meant to hold hundreds, perhaps thousands of people, living in such facility. The cried continued to echo, and in her thoughts all she wanted to do was find the infant. It may not be her son, but her instinct guided body.

5552 was still unsure if the baby’s cry was real, or just another dream. There was no possible way that an infant’s cry can be this bellowing. 5552 placed the thoughts behind her head, only wanting to find the source of the cry.

5552 followed the harrowing cry. At the end she was separated by a steel door, and the other side were twenty infants wrapped in sterile white blankets, trapped inside a pill shaped pod. 5552 pressed the open on the blocky console on the metal door. A metallic arm slithered out of the ceiling then scanned the infant with a red blinking light. 5552 watched in horror as the metal tendril lifted the infant and began feeding it.

5552 gasped at the strange blue content almost force feeding the infant as the metal tendril held the baby’s head in its claw. Then the claw pat the baby’s back agonizingly slow. Obvious to say, the infant did not burp. She needed to go in there, just what kind of logic made the Emperor think this was safe? 5552 banged on the glass, tried to find a way around the console.

“You should be asleep.”

5552 yelped at the sudden voice, it was one of the custodes.

“How am I supposed to sleep where they’re in this horrible condition. Just look!”

The custodes did look, then with the same emotionless helmet stared back at 5552.

The next morning cycle Erda;s lip split wide as she let out a long yawn. She almost spilled the mug of recaff at the incubation room. There was a custodes, guarding 5552 with Number Nineteen in her arms, soundly asleep.

>>83682019
>There was a custodes, guarding 5552 with Number Nineteen in her arms, soundly asleep.
Wholesome, keep it up

Morning arrived, well, the morning cycle that is. 5552 grogilly rubbed her eyes, arms instinctively steadfast with the infant in her arms. The abnomally large infant smiled, even giggling at 5552’s tired yet grinning visage. The infant flailed its arms, then accidentally grabbing a lock of her hair.

“Ow ow ow…” 5552 said calmly. “Careful little one, that is not a to-”

She shut her teeth tight as to not shout in pain, in the infant’s hand was her lock of her hair. 5552 chuckled softly, she set Number Nineteen to the pod, lovingly swaddling the infant. It took a considerable amount of tickling to let the infant release her lock of hair. What she wanted now was some recaf, lots and lots of recaf.

Striding toward the pantry 5552 stopped. What if… what if one of her sons needed her again, what if she wasn’t there to help them? The worries of a mother grabbed her need of sustenance. She’d rather die of hunger than to let those unfeelign tendrils touch her children. 5552 walked toward the large messhall, where Erda was gripping on the mug. Her brow creased and her lips snarled back.

“Is… is she alright?” 5552 said.

“She is speaking with the Emperor psychically.” The custodes said. “Stay behind me.”

5552 peeked from the custodes’ leg. As Erda’s rage silently manifested the tables around her begin to float.

“Well… that doesn’t look goo-”

Utensils, tables, chairs, just about anything around her suddenly launched with great force. The custodes merely stood still as the plates shattered against his armor, save for one that he caught.

“I HOPE YOUR SONS BETRAY YOU ONE DAY NEOTH!”

Amidst the pressuring silence, Erda glared 5552 with a rage of thousand suns. Without much of a care, the custodes turned his attention to his ward and handed her a plate.

“The food paste is in the fridge.”

“Yeah…” 5552 managed to croak out. “Thanks.”

>>83683118
>Erda glared 5552 with a rage of thousand suns
Would be funny if she was holding baby Magnus during that moment

Bumping for more

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If not for the food paste having flavors, 5552 was sure that she would have been driven insane. With Erda refusing to even interact with her, the custodes that was standing next to her might as well be a statue.

“So, nice day we’re having.”

The custodes neither yawned nor shook his head. The ever-vigilant protector he was, the custodes’ attention was sharpened to a fine edge, it was just that 5552 was not part of his worries. 5552 squeezed the package of the food paste. Then 5552 unscrew the container for pills she was to take and washed it down with a mug of lukewarm recaf. 5552 threw away the package then began her new job.

Out of all infants, 5552 found Number Sixteen to be the best behaving. Whenever she would have Sixteen in her arms the infant would laugh, arms outstretched to touch her face, but never pulling or wildly slapping her face. 5552 cooed Sixteen, with the custodes outside 5552 sat on the recliner chair. Loving she may be, but the infants were heavier than they looked.

“I was going to give the name Horus to Number One, but I can’t help but feel that you deserve the name. Horus Lupercal, do you like that name? My little Horus, my little wolf-cub.”

The infant giggled, gently holding his mother’s finger.

A few days have passed since her arrival at the facility. While the infants were asleep 5552 indulged herself in the quiet time inside her own room, turning the page of an ancient book from Terra. Unless there was an emergency 5552 was not allowed to be in the incubation chamber. She did wonder, why call it an incubation chamber when they were already fully grown? 5552 knew such a question would not be answered and simply prayed the children would be safe. The door opened with a sharp hiss the custodes entered.

“Erda wishes to speak with you.” The custodes said monotonously.

5552 confusedly cocked her head.

>>83687628
“Let her in.”

Erda walked past the custodes, moving with grace and immovable arrogance. 5552 stood to meet Erda.

“Come with me.” Erda said.

The lights were dimmed during the night cycle, save for the leaking lights from the windows of other rooms. The other side was the incubation room, Erda placed her hand on the window wistfully. There was a tearful pain in her longing gaze, and an itch to hold her children.

“The Emperor had forbidden me to speak with you,” Erda said quietly. “He believes I will be an ill influence on you and his sons. I’ve accepted that you will be their mother, but have you no shame?”

“Is it because of what the Emperor plans to do or how he sees his sons as tools?” 5552 saidd. “Of course, I feel shame.”

“If you know it, why do you allow it to happen?”

“I cannot stop the Emperor and his plan. If I were to rebel, then he would have all the control to his sons.” 5552 said dejectedly. “All I can do is be their mother.”

“So you’re fine with the Emperor using them as such?”

“I can’t defy his orders. I am not a warrior or a psyker. Even if I was no one can stop the Emperor.” 5552 said hopelessly.

“That is true, no one can.” Erda said darkly. “You were a mother once, what would you do to protect your children?”

5552 replied without hesitation.

“Anything.”

“I suppose we are the same in that regard.” Erda said. “I bid you good night.”

Erda walked off toward the lowly lit halls, where she became one with the darkness.

Among the primarchs there was always one mischievous child, Number Nineteen. It became a game for the infant. 5552 would spend equal amount of time with each of the children, an hour for each of the primarchs to be held in her arms. Then before bed 5552 would kiss each of them on their forehead but one night, she panicked.

“Nineteen?”

Nineteen was missing. Corvus was missing. The only reason she had yet to use those names was due to the custodes. They were the Emperor’s eyes and ears, their loyalty was for their Emperor.

“Nineteen?” 5552 said again with a raspy whisper, as to not wake the other infants.

5552 looked around the room, there was no way that the child could escape, not even Magnus could! Under the pods, corners, even with brightly lit lights, she could not find her son.

“Corvus? Corvus!”

Then a bubbly coo caught 5552’s attention. Corvus was right below her feet, tugging at the hem of her plain dress and apron. A long breath of relief escaped her lips as she picked up Corvus.

“You worried me for a moment.” 5552 nuzzled Corvus’s cheek with hers warmly, she spoke with a gentle whisper. “My little Corvus.”

So this time I'm not going to much pay attention to the primarchs now, but if you have a ny requests I'll do one among seven.

Bump keep going anon

>>83667674
>"Don't be afraid."
Nah man, nah. It should go like this:
>"Be not afraid."

>>83690897
I really did miss that opportunity kek

It has been few weeks since 5552 arrived in the new facility. By now the infants did not need to stay in the incubation pod for majority of the day, and after much discussion with the Emperor 5552 managed not only to let them crawl in a more spacious room, but also to be named. It was difficult at first, having all twenty of her children was certainly a terrible idea. And much to the Emperor’s ire, 5552 chose to ignore his warning to forbid Erda to be with her children.

5552 refused to be cruel as the Emperor. From that point on 5552 and Erda became amicable acquaintences. 5552 knelt on the carpet, watching Magnus moving the blocks with precise control, she wondered how Magnus was going to be once he grew up.

“All this time you have been living and you never met a psyker.” Erda said. “That is some luck.”

5552 shrugged.
“I suppose, or perhaps I’ve forgotten.”

“Didn’t the Emperor unlock your potential, yet you still don’t remember all of your life?” Erda said. “You must’ve lived very long. What was your first memory?”

“I was sharpening a stone ax for my father, then got in trouble making grass crowns.” 5552 said fondly. “It wasn’t as if I was going to just play with the others.”

“Stone tools, you were making stone tools.” Erda said disbelievingly. “You… you must be older than the Emperor. You’re older than I am.”

“I am not that old.” 5552 said. “When was he born then?”

Erda shrugged.

“Not during the stone age I’m certain of that. But it does make me wonder, how does a man become so powerful? Even I do not know how the Primarchs are fully made. He must be hiding much more than he let on.”

Erda had Number Four in her arms though she did not pay much attention. 5552 watched Magnus lifting a wooden cube in air with his psychic ability.

“Yes… I suppose he does.”

Hey anons, I'd appreciate if you guys could keep the thread alive. I need to work on some class for the finals. Also, please share any thoughts or comments, I do read them and take time answering them. That, and it'd be nice to know if I'm not just writing for no one.

>>83692181
Need more baby shenanigans. Nah, this is just a disguised bump. In all honesty, maybe go into more detail and take things alittle slower. I feel we spent alot of time reading the torture and slave life of 5, but we are blazing past her struggles with papa E and 2nd mom in regards to the raising of the children. Potentially maybe add more details on her concern for her children and her duty to the Emperor. He seems the type who would want to rush the project along and not fully understand the importance a mother's love is to the development of a child, but would view it as unnecessary coddling of his tools.

But what do I know, I'm some rando faggot on a Burmese finger painting chatroom. Keep up the great work, we need more creatives on this stale board.

>>83692181
Where is Malcador in the middle of all this? I feel like if anyone would have their neb in a situation like this it'd be him. and id imagine if he sees good results he could be the voice of reason to emps about the whole family thing.

Also more baby shenanigans I wanna see baby rogal and perty getting angry over building blocks. Vulcan bonding with a stuffed toy salamander. Robute being autistic. Shit like that.

>>83692467
Yeah it does feel like I've been making my pace faster than before. I think you raise a good point there, thank you anon.

>>83692759
At the moment he is assisting the Emperor with the unification, but you are right in my previous work Malcador was in it.

I'll get some more baby shenanigan too. I assumed the anons wanted the train to the Great Crusade era.

>>83692809
At this point in the story you can set up plot points and foreshadow things with the babies actions and personalities.

Im not trying to tell you how to write your own story, sorry if it comes across that way, just a suggestion

>>83693042
Don't worry about it anon, I like to hear suggestions. Never feel bad for that.

The low hum of the facility by now well accustomed to 5552. The cold floor, the unwelcoming silence of the custodes, and even the darkness during the night cycle. It had become home. 5552 sat across Erda and as always she had a mug of recaf in her hand. The glimmering golden armor of the custodes later became a background piece for the two women. The “Greatest Warriors Genetically Made” looses its awe after a week. After all, the two perpetuals saw stranger things.

“So that’s all you did? Hunt and gather?” Erda said curiously.

“It is in the name.” 5552 shrugged. “It was a simpler time. I miss those days.”

“Yes, back when the world was ripe to be explored and the hills were green.” Erda said wistfully. “My life used to be so peaceful before I met Emperor. Even among us perpetuals he was a pariah.”

The custodes remained silent, but both knew he was listening. Erda knew that, and in a way, this was her way to bite back at the Emperor.

“What do you mean?”

“There are more of us you know. Not just the Emperor and I.” Erda said. “We all flocked to the Emperor, aided in his quest for humanity’s greatness. But all of us eventually left.”

‘Aided,’ that did not go unnoticed for 5552.

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“What made them leave?”

Erda smirked, an older perpetual she may be, but she was naive as a young maiden.

“His plan was radical to some of us. Accelerating humanity.” Erda said with a scoffing huff. “As perpetual he should know how stubborn humanity can be.”

“What did he try to do?”

“Oh I would tell you, but with your friend there I’m not sure if I should. Dogs are always loyal to only one master you see.” Erda said with a venomous pompous. “I have some studies that need to be attended. I’ll take my leave first.”

“Wait you can’t just say that and not-

The custodes did not move at the obvious provocation even as Erda walked past. When 5552 tried to reach Erda, the stout gauntlet stopped her.

“Finish your meal. You cannot leave it unfinished.” The custodes said.

“I need to talk to Erda.”

“She will only plant doubt into you.” The custodes said.

“I think there’s something you don’t understand, custodian.” 5552 said firmly. “I never trusted him in the beginning. So you’re far too late for that.”

“I will not move regardless.” The custodes said. “I will escort you to the incubation room.”

5552 gritted her teeth, but what was she supposed to do? She sighed, and moved back to the incubation room. She would find a way to speak to Erda later.

5552 yawned, but her steady arms did not tire, spiritually that is. Sitting back on her soft recliner chair her darling Number Twelve. She pondered long and hard for the perfect name, she was her son after all. Or a degree, while Erda became friendlier, there was uncertainty in her. No mother could have easily concede to let someone else become a mother of her sons after all. 5552 sighed, keeping her doubt in her as best as she could.

“52.”

5552 looked around the room, yet Erda was not there?”

“What are you looking around for? Haven’t you spoken with the Emperor before?”

5552 blinked, she was so used to speaking with the Emperor psychicially that she did not expect anyone else to do so.

“Erda?” 5552 replied in her thoughts. “What if the Emperor finds out?”

“He is busy with Malcador.” Erda said. “Don’t you want to know what the Emperor’s plan is?”

5552 bit her lower lip, she caressed Number Twelve’s head. Erda continued regardless.

“His plan is to…”

5552 heard all of it. The part that was left out all those years ago. The war, the annhilation, the killings that would take to “perfect” humans. Humanity was not meant to be led this way, not with betrayal and manipulations. How can “Emperor of Mankind” be so inhumane? 5552 stared at her son, tears in her eyes as she wept, for her sons, and the Emperor’s cruelty.

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Number Twelve began to cry as well, despite 5552’s struggle to eke out a smile. There was an attempt to be sure. 5552 pulled Number Twelve close to her heart as she continued to weep. It was Number Twelve’s bellowing cry that snapped 5552’s sorrow. 5552 cradled her arm and gently swayed her arm with Number Twelve on her.

“Sssh, hush my little one.” 5552 said. “Don’t cry, mother’s here.”

5552 felt Erda’s presence still, more tepid than sympathizing.

“What will you do now?” Erda said.

“What will I do?” 5552 said hopelessly. “What can I do? I can’t go against the Emperor, I’m not psyker that can go against his will.”

“What if I tell you I can save them?”

“But that would going against the Emperor.”

“Do you wish to leave them to such cruel fate?”

5552 bit the nail of her thumb, gnawing on it as she thought of the offer. Reasoning with the Emperor wouldn’t work, but she also could not trust Erda’s words. The primordial instinct within her told her not to.

“And what do you plan to do with them?”

“I will take them far away from the Emperor’s influence. I can guarantee you that they will be safe. All you need to do is distract him.”

5552 swallowed hard.

“You can’t escape from the Emperor, he isn’t someone you can trifle with. You will fail.” 5552 said.

“I won’t. He is not omnipotent as he thinks he is.”

“Let me reason with him, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

5552 felt Erda’s anger spark, silence followed.

Inb4 Erda fucks up the timeline regardless

When will Emps sire a child not from a tube with 5552? We all know that's how she distracts him long enough for Erda to mess around

>>83698595
So I had to do a little research on that and he did fuck. So stay tuned for that part I'm not sure if /tg/ even allows smut level writings. But I have plan regarding Money-E.

>>83699819
I think you forgot to change your trip anon

Kek I didn't noticed that, thanks anon

>>83697959
that's a given, remember 40k is only the worst timeline because of a woman moment

>>83700155
Just gloss over the smut or just post the promotions to 1d4chan

Late into the facility’s night cycle 5552 gently set Horus into his pod, with tired eyes she rubbed her temples and yawned longer than she thought she would. Fatigue bore into her, but she still could not worry about Erda. Betraying the Emperor was simply unthinkable. His plan was cruelly pragmatic, but 5552 knew he was also someone who could be reasoned with should one appeal to his pragmatic side. Erda spoke again.

“You cannot reason with the Emperor. That fool only listens to that shriveled old man Malcador and it is not guaranteed he will listen to him.” Erda said. “All you need to do is distract him.”

“Distract him? Where will you even take them that they cannot be found?”

“I know a place far from Terra. I am their mother, if you truly care for them you will help me.” Erda said pressingly. “

“I’m sorry Erda, I can’t help you.”

Another jolt struck her mind, 5552 clutched her head as she felt the needles piercing her brain. It was short, but the few seconds of pain felt like hours. 5552 gritted her teeth and withheld her scream.

“Apologies, I let my emotion run.” Erda said with an indifferent tone. “Why will you not help me? Is it because you are loyal to him, just what dribble did he sell to have your loyalty?”

“He has my loyalty, for now.” 5552 admitted. “I don’t fear what will happen to me. I fear what will happen to my- your sons.”

“You only fear him because you are weak.” Erda said venomously. “You are a coward.”

“I am weak, that is why I will do what I can to protect them.” 5552 said determinedly. “It is best for both of us to noy defy the Emperor. If you truly care for them Erda, you would try to reason with the Emperor as I will.”

The psychic link shattered in a fit of rage. 5552 rubbed the bridge of her nose, she kissed all of her sons a good night’s kiss and begin the walk return to her quarters, hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.

>>>83700694
Don't know how. There used to be an anon that did it.

>>83701469
Wonder when she's gonna try something.

Number Seven, secretly named Rogal, was a peculiar infant. He was quiet, rarely cried, and always played with blocks or materials that could be built. Primarchs were strange, they acted like infants, crying and babbling, and at times they were just intelligent. And just like Rogal, Perturabo was the same. Both began to stack blocks with eager glee. To 5552’s innocent thought, she thought it would be perfectly fine to have Perturabo and Rogal together.

5552 set Rogal and Perturabo in the pen, once the box of blocks was placed the infants began to take the blocks out. Perturabo built a small circular tower, 5552 gently stroked Perturabo’s head with a proud smile.

“My little artificer.” 5552 said proudly.

Perturabo prattle with a smile and bouncing with his arms flailing, 5552 swore her heart would stop at such endearing smile. Then she saw Rogal’s creation… a big wall of blocks.

“And what a fine wall you have made Rogal!” 5552 said. “You will become a great architect I’m sure of it.”

Then, a stray wooden block flew across, and crumbled the wall. 5552’s eyes widened, Perturabo begin to giggle.

“Perturabo!” 5552 said chidingly. “What do you think you’re doing? No! Bad!”

Another block flew and destroyed the constructed tower. Rogal, neither crying nor angry glared at Perturabo across. Then a war began. That day, 5552 decided to never put the two brothers together.

In retrospect I should've done the baby side stories first, I'll do few more and I'll take any requests before advancing the story

>>83702312
Leman Russ and Magnus, obviously.

>>83701485
Its not that hard, I had to do a lot of stuff for my nations in autia-tismo ngl it felt weird and very self absorbed putting the info up there. But there was no anon that updated the page with lore from the threads.

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Hey guys, I'm banned from 4chan for about a month, I'm gonna do an appeal to see if I can get out of it. Until then, I'll upload my story here https://discord.gg/DS8ttC8Z

>>83704528
If you are banned, why are you able to post? Pretty suspicious not gonna lie, also the trip is missing from the name which makes it more shady. So yeah I am not pressing that discord link

>>83704586
That's understandable. I'm not parchment anon but he's asked me to explain the situation on his behalf. The link is legit.

>>83704586
because its not parchment anon...

>discord drama
Wow