Forgot to title the damn thing

It’s been days since she saw Erda after her anger. She has been silent, and absent in the facility. Large as the facility may be, it should have been impossible to not see one another. Inside the empty mess hall, 5552 idly chewed on the nutrient block baked to a terrifically average texture. The custodes was there as well, the same custodes, at least 5552 thought. They all looked the same to her.

“Hey custodes, where is Erda?” 5552 said.

“I do not know.”

The nutrient paste was an ugly beige, with small specks of black like crushes sesame seeds. 5552 stuck the fork into the meal and shivered as the paste block made a squelching sound once she took another portion from her fork. She wanted meat, bread, anything that looked like food.

“You must finish your meal.” The custodes said.

“Yes yes, I know.” 5552 said, she rolled her eyes. “You know I never got your name.”

“My name is irrelevant.” The custodes said.

“Will you at least tell me?”

“Longinus.” The custodes said.

“Like the spear?”

“I do not know.” The custodes said.

The silence was there again, save for the hum of the ventilation systems. 5552 forced herself to finish the rest of the meal. At least the water washed the terrible aftertaste away. 5552 placed the plate into the washer and strolled happily to the incubation room.

Inside there was an unexpected guest. An old man, draped in a black cloak like the night. In one hand he held a staff in hand bearing the mark of the aquila. The bony arms held Horus, a hand so wrinkled like dried-up leather that’s been stretched to its limits, the old man placed Horus back into his pod.

>>83881192
“Malcador, what are you doing here?” 5552 said venomously.

“Our Emperor wanted the state of the primarch project.” Malcador said.

“Perhaps it was the Emperor’s wise decision to deny a mother to see her children.” 5552 said. “A

“Where is Erda?” Malcador said.

“I don’t know, she has been practically invisible for the last few days.” 5552 said. “Even if I knew I wouldn’t tell you. I know what the Emperor’s plan for the primarchs are.”

“His plans? What would you know about his plans?” Malcador said.

“His plan after the Great Crusade, he plans to make his children kill off one another so he could rule all on his own in the end!” 5552 said. “Erda showed me what he had done to the thunder warriors, the only reason I’m still here is that I want to speak with the Emperor. Just how much more are you hiding? I demand to speak with the Emperor! If he truly planned this madness he will fall, betrayed by his own sons. Let me speak with him.”

Malcador remained silent, staring down at the perpetual’s baleful glare.

A bright golden light showered the room, and 5552 watched as she felt the Emperor’s presence descending. The comforting light lost its touch against 5552’s silent rage. Should the children not be here, and her belief that the Emperor could be convinced, she was certain her voice would lash out. Most important of all, the children were here. Their psychic conversation began.

“Enough with the theatrics.” 5552 said. “Answer me Emperor. Was this not your plan?”

“You are angry.” The Emperor said. “Calm your mind first then speak.”

“How astute. Was this or not your plan like Erda said?”

“I only intended half of their destruction. She has deceived you.” The Emperor said.

>>83881174
Dorn, Sanguinius, and Khan are the three fold path and are the best. They represent everything good about the legions. The solid, the fluid, the exemplar. If any other thee were defending the palace, it would have fallen.

>>83881247
“Deceived me… are you mad?” 5552 gritted her teeth. “Humans are not something you can manipulate, I have said this so many times to you!”

Malcador, stuck between the argument only listened, as she knew this was the best he can do. He was well aware of the difference of the two perpetual. The Emperor’s intention was to lead mankind as its master. The former-slave’s hope was to raise humanity into species that would aspire to higher morals, an impossible goal paved with wasted hope.

“And should I spare them, what guarantee do you have that they will not betray me or fall to their flaws?” The Emperor said. “With or without my plan, they will rebel.”

“That’s because you have set them to by implanting faults in the beginning!” 5552 finally shouted psychically. “I promise you, Emperor. If you do not listen to me on this matter you will fall, as all manipulative and paranoid kings have. You have seen it, I have seen it. Your God damned arrogance is something to behold, to plan against mere infants. You call them sons but they are tools, even techno-warlords don’t betray their own children. Heed my words now, Neoth. Not as your companion but as your elder.”

There was silence, a brief yet painfully tense silence.

“I will concede, only this once.”

Relief flooded in her heart, knowing full that her fear began to dester in her courageous stand. Even Malcador seemed impressed by this judging by his slightly wide eyes.

“It’s the first time that I’ve witnessed the Emperor take an advice other than myself.” Malcador said. “I only hope you are right. For all of mankind.”

>>83881174
BASED PARCHMENTFAG IS BACK

>>83881174
Yo welcome back parchment anon!

She could never trust the Emperor and Malcador. In the grand picture of the Emperor’s plan she was just another tool for him. Erda was nowhere to be found when she was moved to the new facility of Luna. Other than the vast blackness that was the space, not much had changed. Except that the Emperor would ‘check in’ through a psychic call. On another day cycle, 5552 held on to her son, Horus. Her mind wandered on the uncertain future, hidden by her motherly attention to the infant. The door suddenly opened with a pressurized hiss.

“Erda! You’re finally here.”

“Hello, fifty-two.”

“You… you don’t look so well.”

Erda rubbed her eyes with a tired groan. From last time you saw her she now looked skinnier, and paler than before. Her eyes were sunken and the bags underneath were horribly sagged. Not to mention her hair was frazzled out of control. The way her eyes seemed to be darting around as if something was following her.

“I was worried about you, where have you been?”

“I’ve been… speaking with the Emperor.” Erda said.

She reached out her hand to gently cup Horus’s cheek. 5552 handed Horus to Erda.

“I’ve spoken with the Emperor, he said-”

“I’m aware that you have convinced him. Why did he listen to you but not I? I’ve done more for him, supported him for thousands of years. But why did he listen to you, just because you’re older than he is?”

“I don’t know, I’m sorry Erda.” 5552 said.

“No matter, I’m just glad he has been convinced. For this will be my last time seeing my children, the Emperor has forbidden me from seeing my children.” Erda said forlornly. “Why must he be so cruel?”
“He… he has forbidden you?”

“We must escape here, you know the Emperor is man who will not listen other than those who are his lapdogs. Do you truly believe that the Emperor will spare the children? Do you? We must escape.”

Erda grasped 5552’s hand, with a pleading gaze.

>>83881317
>>83881386
Thanks anons

>>83881441
“How are we to do that? The Emperor has his eyes everywhere.”

“You must distract him.”

5552 stared at Erda as if she was hit twice on the head and proposed to attack the Emperor. In a way, it was. To even dare go against the Emperor, disregarding his authority and power, the Emperor was not someone to be trifled with. 5552 placed Horus back to his pod gently.

“Erda, I understand how you feel but we can’t go against the Emperor.” 5552 said.

“You do not have to fear that man. With me, we can save them.”

“And if we don’t? If we fail the Emperor will deny us and he will use the children as his weapons. No.” 5552 shook her head. “I won’t let you jeopardize them.”

A sharp sting of pain exploded as Erda’s hand flew across her cheeks. The bellowing cry from Horus now filled the room, and the attention of Longinus was brought into the room. 5552’s arms tightened around Horus as Erda grabbed 5552 by her collar.

“They are not your children, they are mine! You are nothing but an usurper of my legacy and my place in this world! I will be the Empress and I will be the Primarch’s mother. Not you!”

“Longinus.” 5552 said.

The custodian in middle of barging in froze. 5552 nodded to Longinus, then gazed back. Erda simply placed 5552 down then walked past Longinus to exit the incubation room. 5552 sighed then quickly trotted to Horus.

“There there, hush my child.” 5552 cooed. “All is well.”

Horus gently grasped his mother’s finger, giggling. Doubt sprouted in her heart. What if, just what if, the Emperor lied to her?

>>83881733
The thorny vines of doubt began to coil around her heart. Erda, as desperate and pitiful she was had pierced a stake of consternation in her trust in the Emperor’s words. What assurance does she have that the Emperor would keep his words? 5552 stared into the warmed-up nutrient paste, alone inside the vast mess hall save for Longinus who stood outside the entrance. The black void of space lost its charm weeks ago and she now only saw it as an eternal night.

Be it a mistake or all part of encompassing plan, the Emperor’s light unlocked most of her memories. Whether he chose to block some to resurface or not, that was also in her mind. But 5552 remembered the kings and emperors that declared to lead mankind into greatness, but the difference between those who declared and the Emperor was simple: The Emperor had the power to do so.

And with his ability, the Emperor would drag mankind toward glory, it would not matter if they were kicking and screaming. Even if meant leaving a trail of bodies. The Emperor’s powers would reinforce his righteousness, his moral compass permanently fixed toward one direction. Against an omnipotent being, what could she do?

Nothing.

Immortality was all she had after all. 5552 finished her meal and continued her day, spending her time in the incubation room, etching the names of each Primarchs she had named, she had yet to name them all, names were important and she wanted to find the right name for each one, usually by searching in deep wells that were her memory. It was until Erda arrived, looking much worse than before but with an apologetic frown. 5552 placed Sanguinius into his pod gently.

“Fifty-two, can we talk… in private?”

“Sure. Would my quarters work?”

5552’s quarter was simple, almost downright spartan from how little she had.

“I ask you again, to help me in this endeavor.”

5552 sighed.

>>83881744
“And I said the failure is a steep price to pay.” 5552 said. “Or is your grand plan worth more than your ‘children’? I grow sick of this, Erda.”

“They are my children!”

“They are nothing but your bargaining chip into the throne!” 5552 said. “I thought you understood what it meant to be a mother, but you were blinded by your own glory!”

“Glory is passed down to the children!” Erda said. “They are my children, mine!”

“No,” 5552 said defiantly “They are not. And so help me God, I will do everything to protect them. You had your chance.”

“No, I still do.”

Within seconds Erda unsheathed a dagger with a sheenly blue blade. 5552’s attempt at screaming was but a bloody gurgle as air escaped through the gash on her throat. The split second he heard the gurgle, Longinus kicked the door only to see 5552 alone in the room. Then, the Luna base trembled as sickly purple lights began manifesting everywhere. As blood flooded from her open throat her world began to fade into darkness.

>>83881753
Death was but a temporary state, a mere simmer inside the cold void of darkness. 5552 opened her eyes soon; where an ungodly amount of gold filled her vision as she slowly awakened. Instead of the usual white sterile light, a dark red hue dipped the facility’s light. The gold that obstructed her vision was her squad of custodians, two standing behind her and the other two in front of her.

5552 covered here ears immediately as the sound of bolters and the blaring alarm sound screeched like nails on a chalkboard. The squelching howl caught 5552’s attention, and her face paled at the sight. Gangly flesh monsters crawled everywhere, puss and ooze, wrinkled bodies of disproportionate flesh. 5552 screamed at the sight.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!”

The custodians ignored 5552’s panic, instead, another custodian picked her up and placed her at a corner.

“Do not move.”

5552 merely ducked her head and waited for silence, ignoring any soft fleshy text that she felt hitting her and the haunting screeches. 5552 plugged her ears, hunkering down until it all ended. 5552 pried her one eye open. The warmth of the golden light melted her fears away, and eased her panicking mind.

“M-my Emperor…”

“Are you well?”

5552 nodded.

“You must listen calmly, my sons are missing, taken by the forces of chaos. And it’s time that you learn what they are.”

>>83882002
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“It’s more surprising that you have not encountered them in all your life.” Malcador said.

Dejected and wrought with worry, 5552 slumped over her chair inside Malcador’s study. A dreadfully lit room that was the definition of controlled chaos. From a satellite of the ancient Terra and to an odd brick sized phone, it was being inside the museum.

“That’s because I was content with just living without making some world breaking change.”

“Wasted years and wasted gift.” Malcador said while shaking his head. “You beared sons that changed the course of the world yet you have not done that yourself.”

“Is there a point you’re trying to make?” 5552 said irritably.

“Only to express my disappointment.” Malcador said plainly. “The primarchs will take years to find.”

5552 grasped the fabric of her dress tightly.

“What will I do until then?”

“Your psychic potential is inexplicable. You do not control it yet it is finely tuned. ” Malcador said matter of factly. “If you learn your ability, perhaps you can be the link to find your sons."

“Is that possible?” 5552 said hopefully.

“We can only try.”

>>83881174

Hokay, 1d4chan page has been updated. Going to wait for more posts on the thread before making an archive request

Five years have passed since then, a mere blink of an eye for the few elites.

5552 closed her eyes shut, trying to grasp the connection to the warp to light the candle on fire. As always for the past decades, it did not work. 5552 sighed at the failure. Malcador continued to read the translated play of Death And The King’s Horseman, though she could not understand his fascination for ancient literatures.

“Frustration will only lead you to more failures.” Malcador said.

“Then you can be more specific on how to achieve this damn training. I can’t feel the warp at all, and as you said everyone has a link to the warp. How many years have we been doing this?”

Malcador did not pry his eyes away from his other parchments, nor the bolter that was resting on the side of his room for some reason. His silence was enough to tell 5552 she just needed to keep trying. Despite her failures and her complaints, she continued on. Malcador slowly turned, but his eyes were still on the parchment.

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>>83883365
“You are a rather unique specimen so it is obvious that it will take time. However I must commend that in short time you were able to master the innate psychic abilities and become adept at shape shfting. Something must have happened that made you unable to cast physical powers. Are your memories still lost?”

“I’m afraid so even when the Emperor unlocked my memories not everything was recovered and not a thing has changed since then. Do you have an idea why?”

“You ask for results so early.” Malcador said annoyedly. “Reasearch like these cannot be rushed, especially matters that is related to the warp… it is strange how you are masterful in only defensive and passive abilities only. The current theory is that within your lost memory something must have happened that caused your disability..”

Malcador silently sat in his chair, pondering deeper.

“That will be the end of the study. I believe you have nobles to entertain.”

“Remind me why I am going instead of you?”

“Because you are the Empress.”

“Who holds no power.” 5552 said sternly. “I don’t like speaking to nobles.”

“Neither do I. But I have more important matters to attend.” Malcador said. “We all have our duties, my Empress.”

5552 rolled her eyes. The recent unification of Terra meant dealing with nobles as well. Why they weren’t simply killed only the Emperor knew.

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The Emperor had to be a human to an extent. Other wise, he wouldn’t have such terrible obsession with gold. The Imperial Palace was a labyrinth, a behemoth of a building despite the initial construction. 5552 had to admit however, the rate of construction was faster than she had expected, but what shocked her more was the plan, it was going to take centuries to actually finish it. Despite the state of the construction the Imperial Palace was already a marvel to behold, the interior was rough but still far more elegant.

The walk along was an hour long to her room from Malcador’s it is only by the Emperor’s trust that she given short cuts to do so. Another reason 5552 knew the Emperor was more human that he let on was her change of guards Yes, there still was Longinus and her squad of custodes. Now there was Sisters of Silence, the newly formed of the “nulls” as they were classified as.

It took time to learn to speak their hand signals, but thankfully they were not deaf. 5552 learned to shove the uneasy sensation of the nulls, it wasn’t their fault that they were born that way. The tall golden clad women, 5552 wondered what kind of a life they had before arriving here. Then there was the talk of Schola Progenium…

“Yes that’ll be fine, thank you.”

5552 stood as the sister clasped the latches of her necklace of gold, bearing the Aquila, a rather heavy piece of necklace along with the gold knitted dress and… just about everything she wore was gold, even her eyeliner. Any accessories? Gold. 5552 wasn’t sure if she should be happy or have concern for the Emperor’s fixation on gold.

The door to her personal quarters opened, and with four custodians and 3 sisters of silence, they marched to the banquet hall. In the long walk, her thoughts was still of her sons, scattered across no one knows.

Along with her grief, it was now her duty to entertain the guests.

The double gate of the Imperial banquet hall opened. To the lords of Terra and nearby planets, they watched with bated breath. The Empress of The Imperium, rumored to be old as if not older than the Emperor himself. First were her custodian guards. For the first time spectators, they gasped at their sheer presence. Giants in gold, weapons not only lethal but a master word of their own, the very ground they walked caused the floor to shake. In two separate lines they marched the stood facing each other for the procession

Then, the Sisters of Silence, marched, taking placed in the gaps of the custodians. Some of the lords whispered, the rumors of the Sisters of Silence and the Empress’s ascension was too coincidental. That, and the fact that they were more zealous of the Empress’s protection. No lords could understand how the Empress could withstand the uneasy aura the sisters have.

"The Empress… just where is she from?” One of the lord said.

“No one knows, some say she was with the Emperor since the day of his unification.” The other lord replied. “I heard she knows the ancient knowledge of Terra. An immortal like our Emperor."

“She must be quite the woman of beauty and intelligence then.” The lord said. “But no one knows her origins, truly?”

Another lord, fat as a pig with a busy moustache huffed annoyedly.

“She is the woman that our Emperor chose, her origin does not matter, only that she is worthy of the Emperor's affection, and our respect. You’d do well to remember that Lord Faust. She does not attend to these gathering so you should be grateful.”

“Of course of course…” Lord Faust said. “It is mere curiosity. Is she allied with any of the houses such as-”

“There she is.”

There was a footstep, and a warm aura that flooded the banquet hall. It was the Emperor, as glorious and regal as the day they saw him. Beside him was the Empress, walking along side him silently as the Emperor's presence shrouded hers.

She was but a mere woman, yet… unlike the Emperor she carried an aura of warmth that drew the lords and ladies in, like a mother they have never met. There was no gold glow, she was not a woman of tall stature, nor did she have a presence that demanded respect. She was but a woman.

But why was it that there was something about her

The lords and ladies were curious to find out, they wanted to speak with the woman that had become the most powerful woman in the Imperium. But first, they needed to get past her guardians.

>>83887769
>inb4 they try to bribe them

Cool, yet ANOTHER 40gay thread.

>>83888222
>bitching about writefaggotry

how new are you?

>>83888401
There's a reason questfags got ousted off the board, retard. This shit has nothing to do with traditional games, it's just cringey fanfiction.

>>83888413
You're free to leave if you don't like it anon

There she was, the most powerful woman in Terra. Lord Faust watched the lords and ladies attempting to talk to her failed. If they were not afraid of the custodians, the sisters of silence drove them away quickly. Cowards, all of them. Lord Faust huffed his chest, and walked toward the Empress, as he neared the custodian’s head turned toward him.

As Lord Faut came closer their spears crossed to block him from walking any further. Lord Faut simply breathed steadily. They were intimidating, but they were men of reason.

“I wish to speak to the Empress.”

The custodians looked back then nodded.

“Any sudden movements. And you will die.” The custodian said plainly.

“Of course.” Lord Faust swallowed hard. “I would never hurt our Empress.”

The custodians did not reply, only moved their spears. Then, the dread clawed at his composure. The sisters of silence merely stood there… menacingly, surrounding the Empress in a small formation. Lord Faust cleared his throat.

“My Empress, it is an honor…” Lord Faust wiped his forehead. “I am Malarius Faust of House Faust.”

The sisters moved aside for the Empress, Lord Faust bowed. Like he saw before, it was just a woman, an average looking noble woman.

“Greetings, Lord Faust.” The Empress said gracefully. “Are you enjoying the banquet?”

“Tremendously, my Empress.”

>>83889320
Lord Faust noticed his clothing absorbing sweat, an unknown sense of fear began to slither his mind.

“I see that you are enjoying the wine.” He said. “My home has a vineyard. If you would like I can send a bottle of our finest wine. Perhaps visit our beautiful winery.”

“That would be wonderful Lord Faust. I’m afraid I cannot visit just yet, the Emperor still requires assistance you see.”

The sisters stepped forward and Lord Faust almost ran away, it was the Empress’s presence that kept him from running.

“It seems like there’s another guest, please do enjoy your stay.”

Lord Faust quickly exited the sister’s presence, realizing how sweaty he had become. In their short meeting the Empress was more elusive than he thought. How could someone tolerate their presence?

It was said after the Lady Mira fell in the Empress’s presence, many did not dared to approach the Empress in the future banquets.

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>>83888413

Bump

Nice fanfiction OP, good writing.

Nonetheless, i greatly dislike this new fluf, about primärchs having mothers, it is very cringe.

Pretty gay, not gonna lie.

>>83891981
Well if you like the writing it's not a complete loss. Sorry that you don't like it.
>>83891990

You guys can say whatever you want, I'm not gonna stop. I know the new stance on writefaggotry and I know you guys are just trying to bring me down. It won't work. Thanks for the bumps at least.

Is there some significant reason why 5552 still goes by a number instead of a name after being liberated? I'd think after all the ryona at the beginning she'd want to ditch the degrading number ASAP.

>>83892155
I just use the name 5552, she doesn't really have a name since she's now referred to as Empress. Though you do make a good point anon, I should probably change that,

Bumping for more storey

A city of complete darkness, murder, rape torutre, any atrocity was but a normal day for this place. Then another world, so vile but not worse as the first world, but violence was a constant. Another world she saw was pure toxic, tained by vile sorcery that raised the dead. Every world all so uniquely abysmal continued to be in 5552’s mind over and over. She felt the pain and confusion, who she didn’t know.

It gnawed at her, crying to be saved. Her children, all of them all confused and afraid. They needed their mother, they needed- 5552 shot up from her bed, heart pounding and her heard heated up as if it was going to explode. It was that dream again.

5552 stepped toward the veranda, watching the continuous construction of the Imperial palace. Wherever Erda was, she could rot in the deepest pit of ravine. The custodians accompanied her as she wandered the imperial palace. The outside of the palace was lit by the moonlight, where the custodians roamed the halls. She entered Malcador’s chamber.

“Empress, what brings you this late into the night?”

“I’ve meaning to ask, does dreams have relation with the warp?”

“It is possible. Be more specific.” Malcador said.

5552 nodded and sat on Malcador’s chair, she clutched her hair as she tried to remember it again.

“I see places… planets. All equally horrifying to be in. I can feel someone is suffering there.” 5552 said. “I also heard voices in my dreams before. Calling out to me. The dreams got more intense so I hoped you have an answer.”

“But you saw no one?”

“Not a soul.”

“Then I’m afraid I can’t help you, my Empress.”

“Of course, I was just hoping you’ll know something.”

The door clacked with a clear mechanical thud. As Malcador entered The Emperor beckoned him to come closer.

“What is it my friend?”

“My Emperor. I believe there is a way to find the primarchs.” Malcador said. “It seems that our Empress has a psychic connection with them.”

“But Magnus has yet to contact her?” The Emperor said.

“As I said before, her abilities are rather small. A giant cannot easily spot a needle.” Malcador said. “Does Magnus know?”

“Not yet it seems. But he does remember her.” The Emperor said. “But if she has connections to my sons. It is possible that we can use her to expedite the search with Magnus.”

“I believe that as well, but I sense that you are wary of that idea. Do you not trust her or do you believe she will manipulate the primarchs like Erda wanted?”

“I do not want her to become a target to the warp.”

Malcador paused.

“But she can bring us the primarchs. You brought her because you knew she would be the instrument to orchestrating the primarchs.”

“I am aware.” The Emperor said. “If she is harmed, there is the risk that my sons will blame me for her injuries. Continue speaking to her and look for my sons without having her finding out.”

“What of Magnus?” Malcador said.

“He will know when the time is right.”

>>83892956
Keeping it under wraps eh? Surely, nothing will go wrong.

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>>83888413
>you will never be a traditional gamer

So that's all I got for now, I'll make a new thread since I'll probably make another dump like this. Thank you for the support anons, I really appreciate it, thank you guys.