2 Chapter 1
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The next thing I knew, I was in pitch darkness.
I opened up my eyes then a screen came online, and in it, a summary of various diagnostics about the status of my body, and with a thought, it minimizes automatically at the top-right corner of my eye.
Looking down at the pudgy little body I have, I was having a little existential crisis panic attack.
'I'm a Baby? HOW?! wait...ROB...ROB... Random Omnipotent being.... ah shit...."
I tried moving my body but it just won't respond it is as if I am in stasis, I cannot move even just my fingers and I noticed that I awoke within a small cylindrical incubation capsule.
I looked around the gold cyberpunk-designed room and found 19 other babies in the same situation as me placed within their incubation tubes. All of them were asleep.
Skulls...check
Gold inlaid cyberpunkish laboratory...check
A human-like machine that looks like a servitor...check
'Yep...It is confirmed...I'm in Warhammer 40k and as a Baby Primarch... and based on the order of arrangements, it seems that I am the XI Primarch...Primarch of one of the two lost Legions...'
'What the actual fu-' I was cut out of my silent musing as a tear of what seems like the combination of the weirdest technicolor that I have ever seen in my entire life suddenly appeared within the chamber.
And from the tear of unreality came out a wounded bald giant of a person, clad in seemingly corrupted dark-red power armor that screamed rage incarnate with a fur of a giant black wolf covering the shoulders of the said giant.
'Ah...fuck..fuck...shittery fuck... Horus Lupercal...how?!.... ah never mind... I knew the answer to that...warp fuckery...'
I deliberately closed my eyes as Horus turns to the nearest incubation capsule from his position namely the one marked XVII.
I remembered that my sensor systems are still online and used them to track Horus's movements as he placed a hand on each various capsules doing whatever Chaos shit he usually does.
Then he stopped in front of my capsule and placed his hand on the cover.
"Such a shame brother, untapped glories that might have lain in within you, knowing they never will come to pass," said Horus in a mediated voice as he made his way back into the tear of unreality.
Horus exits into the warp, and from its place another bigger tear of unreality spawns up, generating an incredibly strong suction force that pulls our incubation cylinders one after the other into the warp.
Loud alarms blazed wide from the palace as thunderous footsteps of what I think was the Emperor or maybe the Custodians hurried into the incubation Chamber.
As it was my last turn to be sucked into the warp, the door into the chamber burst open showing a Golden Man with a face filled with incredible rage with his eyes shined in Psychic might.
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"CHAOS!!" exclaimed The Emperor as he scurried over to save the remaining incubation cylinder. Using his huge Psychic might to wrestle against the suction force of the denizens of the Warp.
He was The Emperor. He was called the 'ANATHEMA' by the Chaos Gods...
Great as his psychic might may be...he was but a second too late, the cylinder was already halfway through. The more the Emperor pulled, the greater the chance the incubation tube may be damaged, all while would seal the fate of his son placed within.
With no other choice, the Emperor had to let go of his hold on the tube.
Various mixtures of laughter echoed from the warp tear as the Emperor gazed stoically into what seemed like the multitudes of various Lovecraftian horrors possible in the rapidly closing warp tear.
"I WILL FIND YOU MY SONS AND WE SHALL REUNITE AGAIN"
The Emperor turned and looked into the remains of the Chamber.
Plans were destroyed, modified, and adapted in nanoseconds as he salvaged what remains of his plans with seemingly FTL fast thoughts with his Transhuman mind.
And with it, raising the priority of the Astartes Project to the highest.
Humanity calls for it.
