cyclops and rogue fanfiction

TRANSMIGRATED TO WARHAMMER 40K! Lucan, once a 20-year-old gamer fed up with bad sequels, is brutally thrust into the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium! He awakens as a dying Rogue Trader heir, but with a game-changing cheat: a System that brings his game arsenal to life! Marines to mow down cultists and heretics? Summoned! Medics performing impossible battlefield miracles? Deployed! SCVs to repair a failing Warp Engine with methods that baffle even the Tech-Priests (and might just involve a 'soothing massage' for the ancient Machine Spirit)? You bet! Ambushed in the heart of his family's flagship, suspected by wary ship officers, and with Chaos cultists rampaging through the lower decks, Lucan is the last heir standing. The legendary Warrant of Trade – his birthright – is within reach, but only if he can survive the next few hours. The voidship is crippled, a mysterious plague is spreading, and the former Rogue Trader is missing, presumed dead. Lucan must: Master his unique System: Unlock new units and uncover the secrets of his newfound powers. Prove his loyalty: Navigate treacherous Imperial politics and clear his name. Save his ship: Battle Warp horrors and repair catastrophic damage before they're lost to the void forever. Claim his destiny: Rise from a near-corpse to the head of a Rogue Trader Dynasty. His knowledge of game strategy is now his greatest weapon. But in a galaxy where heresy means death and the gods of Chaos watch with hungry eyes, can one transmigrated gamer with a game arsenal army truly forge an empire amongst the stars? His toughest game has just begun, and in the 41st Millennium, it's play to win... or die trying!

So here's the thing — this isn't really a Naruto Uzumaki's story. It's about the other guy living inside him. The one who took every bad memory, every insult, every rotten childhood moment so Naruto didn't have to. We call him Menma. And unlike Naruto, Menma isn't interested in being Hokage or making friends or any of that. He has different plans. If you like dark, smart, morally grey characters who play the long game — give this a shot. Start reading. You'll figure out pretty quickly if this is your thing.

=== Author: gothicjedi666 === *Disclaimer* I really liked this fanfiction so I wanted to put it here for easier reading, everything belongs to the original creator. If the original creator wants to take it down, pls leave a review below. This is where I read it- https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13854108/1/Rogue-Trader-CYOA-Story-1 === Synopsis: I've been asked a few times by reviewers to do a Warhammer 40k story, but it's not a universe I wish to find myself stuck in for any length of time, so I used the Rogue Trader CYOA to come up with a setup that could lead to a ship and people from the 40k universe going to more sane dimensions thanks to a special Dark Age of Technology drive. This drive was created shortly before the AI rebellion and the Warp Storms screwed over the most advanced human civilization that the universe ever knew. It allows the captain of the ship to go anywhere he can envision using some psyker power and cool tech that messes with the Warp. The SI has psykers powers that he doesn't know much about due to Inquisition's meddling, an IOM light cruiser which might as well be unstoppable in some science fiction universes, a Guard Regiment of veteran soldiers who will obey the SI's orders and a warrant telling him that he can pretty much do as he pleases outside of the IOM. No one in the IOM will try to stop him even if they could as long as he brings back nice stuff for the forge world that supports him and cooperates with his allies. He will have to return to the 40k universe for resupply and repair work, but that risk is manageable. Due to his rank, he has a lot more leeway when it comes to dealing with aliens than most IOM humans so he doesn't need to kill all the non-humans as long as he isn't seen to get too friendly with them. He has a battle harem, but they don't have real personalities they are more like bodyguards who can also serve as eye candy. So he might as well recruit skilled females for his crew or clone them if he doesn't mind waiting. He'll also need a few wives to provide him with heirs. Rogue Traders will often gather an entourage of hangers-on and companions, and this may contain alien warriors, mutants, and other undesirables who would normally be unacceptable in polite Imperial society, as such he has options for companions. He can fight in wars, go after space pirates, destroy entire hostile Xenos races, and save humans. He can plunder whole worlds just to make a profit. He just needs to keep his coffers full and bring back some shiny stuff. Should he bring back enough to appease the forge-world and impress his allies I'll give the SI more fun toys taken from the CYOA and maybe even a more powerful starship. Can't say that I'm happy with this first couple of chapters, but they do contain a lot of information that explains who and what Rogue Traders are, as what the Imperials will do, and the story will get more entertaining I promise. Please share some ideas with me either here or on my patron where I am also Gothicjedi666. I post draft chapters on that site you might not have seen here and I don't have many supporters even though I have lots of people reading my stories. To those that do support my writing, I want to say a quick thank you.

Tyson's confusion is palpable when he wakes up disoriented in the back of a truck. But the real kicker? He's replaced the X-Men's signature hero, Rogue, and gained her superpower, a gift and curse combined. His touch becomes a danger to all, but holds near-limitless potential. Bonuses available for supporters - https://www.patreon.com/Steatoda

Reborn as the Rogue Prince “Fire remembers its true master.” He was meant to be a reckless prince — a rogue, a shadow cast by greater kings. But fate made a mistake. A modern soul awakens in the body of Daemon Targaryen, the infamous Prince of Flea Bottom. Armed with knowledge of the future, his mind is sharper than the Centenarian King, his will more ruthless than Maegor, his ambition greater than the Conqueror himself. No longer content to play the fool or follow destiny’s cruel design, he vows to change the course of history — to save his bloodline from ruin and halt the coming storm known as the Dance of the Dragons. As dragons soar and kingdoms tremble, his legend spreads like wildfire. Sea serpents vanish into the depths, lions and wolves lower their heads, and even the gods — old and new — fall silent. For this time, the Rogue Prince will not burn for others’ dreams. He will forge his own empire from the ashes of prophecy. ---

Neiki Hyuga transmigrated into the Naruto world as Neji’s older brother—a branch family genius branded with the Cursed Seal of the Caged Bird. On the night his father Hizashi Hyuga is forced to die for the clan, Neiki’s Byakugan mutates: he can absorb the eyes of dead Hyuga and evolve his own. From that moment, he stops being a victim and starts quietly turning the Hyuga clan into his hunting ground. Praised by Konoha as one of the “Twin Prodigies,” Neiki smiles in the light while, in the dark, Hyuga begin to “disappear.” Main family, branch family—it makes no difference. Every corpse is another step toward a transcendental Byakugan and the collapse of the cage that bound him. When Neji and Hinata finally confront him as a wanted traitor, the truth cuts deeper than any kunai. “Why did you betray the village—betray our clan?” “My foolish brother… the real question is: why are you still loyal to those who put a cage on your eyes?” This is the story of a transmigrator who refused to be a caged bird— and chose to become the blade that slaughters the flock instead.

A man with the memories and skills of a Sith Warrior from a conflict that ended four millennia ago finds himself thrown in the opening weeks of the Clone Wars. He has a mission - deal with the current Sith Lord and his supporters permanently and prepare the galaxy for the eventual arrival of the Vong. This is a SI story. -------------------- Note: I do not own Gundam Seed or Star Wars. They Belong to there respective copyright owners. This story is not written for commercial gain. I make no money from it. I am not the original author of this fanfiction. Author is Illuviar, book title is, "Rogue Knight", found at Fanfiction.net. Unable to reach author so I decided to post here for more exposure for Star Wars Fanfics! Enjoy!

Transported into the pirate world—before the story even begins. Born a Celestial Dragon, he awakens a Treasure-Digging System— capable of unearthing anything from across countless worlds. Madara, Tatsumaki, Rem, Yoriichi, Misaka, Kurumi… all become his subordinates. From that day on— a different Celestial Dragon rises. Golden Lion: “Who said Celestial Dragons are trash?!” Garp: “The only one I acknowledge… is Saint Bernard Is.”

The Boy Scout. The first of the X-Men. The Leader. The Hero. The Villian. The Symbol. The Mutant. He had many titles to his name, but none more well-known than that of Cyclops. He was the man with the plan, the man people looked to lead them from the difficult times and the one they betrayed when things started to turn for the better. Yet he had always fought for one goal, an impossible goal that always kept getting further and further away. But upon the brink of failure, Cyclops, like always, had a plan in the works. Perhaps his universe was beyond saving, but there were others out there. He just had to arm another with the memories he had and rely on them to succeed where he had failed. There was always one person he could rely upon and that was himself.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.