#primaris marine

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Death Is Not The Worst Option

Author's note: So @jaghatai-khock and I are collaborating on Ari the Son of the Phoenix, and Their two characters are White Scar Primaris Kai'Tan friend Their Chaos Iron Warrior Ordayus and their journeys are trying to survive. The two of them were friends before getting Split Apart. Thanks for letting me borrow your boys!

Summary: Ari wakes up, after a battle. He's not in The Sons of the Phoenix Apothecarium.

Warning: Dehumanization. Let me know if I need to tag anything else.

tagged: @sleepyfan-blog @c-u-c-koo-4-40k @i-am-a-dragon34 @ms--lobotomy @jaghatai-khock

tagged: @kit-williams @whorety-k @bleedingichorhearts @thevoidscreams @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @felinisnoctis @finchly-tintinnabulation @fangs-claws-paws

Ari woke up, that in itself is not an unusual occurrence, he remembers that he and his squad of battle brothers had been fighting against Heretics- Chaos Marines who were trying to take over a loyal planet of the Imperium. He and his brothers had been sent out to oust the Chaos Scum and send them back to the Warp.

He had been tending to one of his wounded cousins- this had been a joint venture between the Sons of the Phoenix and the White Scars- an injured Primaris Marine by the name of Kai. He'd gotten to know Kai over the course of the mission and had become fast friends and battle brothers with him.

He is able to see a fuzzy image of a First Born Space Marine- his hearts plummeting to his stomach as he sees the marks of Chaos and disgusting Warp-inflicted mutations upon the form of the grizzled veteran. The older Apothecary had an assistant with him as he hears the twisted, dual toned voices of the Chaos Traitor speak.

Last thing Ari could recall was tending to Kai and shooting at Chaos Traitors. There had been a glint of something and he had dragged his patient, Kai- and there was a flash of something. And then everything went dark. He frowns as he looks around the Apothecarium. He moves and realizes that he can barely move more than a centimeter or so before he's stopped in his movements by something.

He looks down and frowns as he sees that he's been stripped of his armor and tied down to a bed. He hears and spots movement out of the corner of his eyes and pretends to sleep as he hears someone coming closer and he opens his eyes just enough to see who or what it was, while feigning sleep.

The words the bastard says makes no sense.

"And this Primaris Marine- oh excellent, those are hard to catch, is fully virile, and physically intact enough to get the vaginoplasty surgery to make it more valuable and able to carry and sire neophytes." The Chaos Apothecary says, gesturing at him.

Ari snarls and lunges- and lets out a grunt of pain as the restraints zap him with electricity. The pain of it hurts, and his vision whites out a little bit. He makes sure to keep himself from biting off his own tongue as he refuses to give satisfaction to his bastard captors by letting out noises of pain.

What the fuck? He does not like the sound of that his eyes snapping open as he growls, "I will die before I become a traitor! Or allow you to do disgusting unwanted surgeries on me Chaos Traitor!"

"Oh, you don't have a choice, Boy." The Chaos Marine retorts, "You are awake earlier than expected. "interesting, usually for Sons of Dorn of your size you should be knocked out for few hours more... Then again I have heard that you Primaris Marines are Hybridized... with what I'll make sure to test."

After what seemed like an eternity, the electricity stops and the pain ends and he pants silently as he glowers up at the bastard Chaos Traitor. He spots Kai in one of the other beds nearby. Also awake and watching quietly for now.

"Well, you are freshly caught," The Chaos Marine tisks, "however, you will learn what we want out of you for behavior young one."

"Release me and my fellow Loyalists and your suffering will be short as we send you back to the Light of the God Emperor for judgement," Ari snarls back.

There is a strange almost tingling sensation in his back and suddenly he goes limp, he can barely control his eyes and breath, he tries to speak, but his body has gone limp without his command.

"We put spinal implants into newly captured Pets," The Chaos Apothecary says, "So that naughty little loyalists don't try to harm themselves or anyone else."

"Well, with our knowledge of Warp Magics and science," One of the other Thousand Sons Apothecaries says, "We can get the other one patched up easily enough."

He frowns, brows furrowing at the term Pet, or at least they would, if he had control of his body, what the fuck was that term meant? An insult, most likely.

The Thousand Son turns towards where Kai is. "Tch, I dislike the fact that the other one has sustained some damages."

"And take the cost out on who ever buys either one of the Primaris Marines." A Third voice, he's barely able to turn his head to look at whoever spoke and he'd gasp if he'd control of his body.

The person who spoke was a Loyalist- at least he looked like it, still a bastard traitor. With the look of contentment on his face. Ari tries to glare at the other space marine. A Space Wolf in Rune Priest grab, who are as far as he knows a mixture of Apothecary and Librarian. As Ari glares more at the supposed Loyalist who's tending to Kai, the Space wolf turns to the Chaos Traitors.

"Master Apothecary?" The Space wolf asks politely.

"Yes Pet?" The Apothecary asks.

"The damaged White Scars has a functional womb," The Space wolf says.

"Oh, that will up the price of the White Scar- as they won't need the surgery to turn them into a Carrier," The Thousand Sons muses. "And since he's a Scout- he's not got much in the way of scars, excellent."

The Space Wolf Apothecary comes over to check over Ari some more, "The young Apothecary Primaris Marine only has minimal scarring, and as stated, he's a prime candidate for getting the vaginoplasty. He's not got any injuries, so I can get him prepared for the surgery. Will he be given something to keep him unconscious during the surgery?"

"I think unconscious for the surgery," One of the Thousand Sons says after the Chaos bastard watches the way his eyes widen a little as the four minutes of going limp ends and he can control his body again. "Iron Warriors tend to have a thing for Sons of Dorn after all. This one will have a hard time once he's sold. Likely to an Iron Warrior of some kind or another."

"Son of Dorn, this one?" One of the others says with a doubtful look, "His eyes are blue- and purple. His hair is silver-blond. His skin is dark brown."

"Yeah? What of it?" One of the others say.

"Purple is usually Sons of Fulgrim and Lorgar," The second Apothecary points out.

"Silver Blond is several of the primarchs, Dorn and Fulgrim included," The First Apothecary says with a shrug, "And they are noted as Sons of Dorn."

Ari gets knocked out with an injection. He wakes up an... unknown amount of time later and he feels a throbbing agony in his nether region and knows that he's had the vaginoplasty surgery. He still, to his surprise, has a cock, but he now has ... extra bits. Unwanted bits.

The next two weeks are... hazy and filled with pain. Kai's allowed to be near him. And the White Scar has bitten more than a few attendants when they try to touch Ari while he's wounded. They are both soundly scolded for being "naughty, feral little shits."

Kai will bite and attack, not just the Chaos Fuckers, but the pathetic so called Loyalist Pets for going after his wounded battle cousin. Ari he keeps carefully shoved in the back of their shared cell as he growls at the bastards that comes near them.

One of the rare times that they manage to separate the pair of Primaris Marines. The Wrathful and enraged Roar and how the White Scar Primaris, despite the collar which zaps and forces his body to go limp if he's too exuberant managed to break out of the cell- breaking the bars with his bare hands and charged into the room where Ari- who had his teeth locked around the wrist of one of the Loyalist Pets.

There was a warning label slapped on their shared cell.

Warning: Do not, under any circumstances, Separate. Bonded Pair.

There are several warning and complaints in both of their files, however Kai has the notes in his file as being the feistier and verbal of the pair of them. The Primaris Scout Primaris White Scar is chomping at the bit. He wants to be free- he wants to escape. He wants Ari to escape with him.

He wants to get his armor- and avenge himself and the indignities that he and Ari have had to suffer and endure at the hands of the Chaos Marines. It takes two weeks for Ari to heal from the surgery that has added more organs and potential health risks and complications.

Ari and Kai tend to curl around each other like a pair of skittish, affectionate cats. Some of the Thousand Sons patronizingly cooing at the pair of them, how cute they were cuddled together. To which they'd snarl and try to lash out and bite and strike at their captors. Despite their bodies going limp and getting zapped in punishment. With the bastards flinching back for a moment, it was worth it.

"How can you be so pathetic?" Kai asks one of the Loyalist pets. "Why won't you help us escape?"

"You Scouts will learn," The Loyalist says with a sigh, "it will be better, to give in. Less pain, less suffering if you just do what they want. If you obey, if you submit. Things will go better."

"Never!" Both Primaris Marines say in righteous rage. "Why won't you help us escape?"

"Because, we are on a ship in the eye of Terror, there is no where to go to, no where to escape." The older Loyalist first born says with a tired sigh. "You will both be taken to the Market soon."

"... What Market?" Kai asks, no demands of the Loyalist.

"Well," The Loyalist says, "The Market where they sell Loyalist, Renegades, and other Sentient beings to be sold to Chaos Masters, pray that you get sold together, and also that it's to a Chaos Marine. And not to a Dark Eldar, or something worse."

"We want to escape not be sold to some Chaos Bastard," Kai snarls and glares at the so-called Loyalist.

"... You likely will be unable to, young one," The First Born says with a tired sigh, "You will learn. Or die. Or something far, far worse will happen to you."

Kai growls and Ari frowns at the First Born, who Ari pities a little bit for being so broken by the Chaos Marines, to be so obedient. Astartes feel no fear. The God Emperor made them so.

"Is the Market on a planet or a ship?" Ari asks.

"It depends," The Loyalist says, "Sometimes its a neutral ship, sometimes its a planet."

Ari and Kai give each other a look. If they can, they are going to try and escape during the Market and steal a ship to escape back to the Imperium. The older loyalist sees the expressions on their faces and sighs again.

"The security for the Market is very strict, and they will be on the lookout for Pets trying to escape being sold, or trained Pets from escaping their Master." The First Born Pet Loyalist warns, "And the punishments for getting caught, are... very harsh and public."

"They'd have to catch us," Kai says, "We Primaris are much faster than you slow old First Borns."

"The collars will stop you from being able to escape, young ones," The Older Marine says with a sigh.

It breaks his hearts to see some of the newest of Pets show up. They are always so rowdy and so upset with their situation and what's going on. To see their fire and fight drain and fade, the spark of light die. It hurts to watch as they turn from proud Space Marines, to submissive, obedient Pets. It stings his hearts, and certain memories that are long faded come back and nightmares to resurface that haunts him.

Ari and Kai wake up from an enforced sleep, they had been drugged and they heard one of the Thousand sons talking to someone. And the pair of groggy Primaris marines curl around each other and watch the place. They are somewhere new- a Market. it's kind of loud and they can see all sorts of Chaos Marines, and other creatures.

And rows and rows of cells with baselines humans, other astartes, and other sentient xenos species kept in cages with potential buyers and their captors, who are selling them.

"And you say that the Bonded Pair are both Primaris Marines and Feisty?" an Iron Warrior- who's an ugly bastard with some Chaos mutations on his form.

"Yes War Smith Ordayus." The Thousand son says, "One is an Son of Dorn, the other is a Son of Jaghatai."

"... Son of Dorn and a Son of the War Hawk huh?' the Iron Warrior says a dark gleam appearing on his face, "I want to have strong Neophytes."

"It's best if you buy both of them War Smith," The Thousand Son insists.

"Oh, why?" War Smith Ordayus asks.

"They are a Bonded Pair- and the amount of Warp-hells they cause when they are separated is just not worth it." The Warp Sorcerers grumbles.

"How much for them, then?" War Smith Ordayus asks.

"Well they are both fully fertile Primaris Marines," The Thousand says, "And both are from rarer to catch Chapters."

Kai and Ari ignore the haggling the pair of Chaos Traitors do. It's insulting, it's upsetting. Slowly Kai and Ari untangle themselves from each other while the pair of Chaos Traitors are distracted by each other and the sale. Ari blocks their view of Kai as the White Scar tries to pry open the bars of their cage. There is a familiar sound of electricity and a groan.

"You are correct, stubborn and feisty," The Iron Warrior chuckles, "Bold and daring too, in order to try and break out of the cage, while two Chaos Marines are so close. And their little friend blocking our eyesight to block us from seeing it. Cute. Clever, and so stupid."

"They are both Scout-Aged," The Thousand Son says, "So they will be able to breed and carry for many years, so long as you take care of them."

[mustbealoosewire]

by s0ulafein

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Primaris Space Marine Apothecary by Nicholas Kay

[knightlightminiatures]

Visiting the scene again with another finished project

And the 7th Marine for my custom chapter revival project.

[crassussativum]

The seven inch tall Primaris Marine is finally done. Painted like the Dark Kraken chapter of space marines.

[wh40kartwork]

The 1st And The 13th

by Konstantin Void

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Marneus Calgar

By Zhang Han

[owenthetokencishet]

I don't think Guilliman had any idea the primaris project would be as extensive as it was.

I mean, he handed the uncorrupted primarch DNA to Cawl WHILE HE WAS WRITING THE CODEX ASTARTES. Guilliman would never go 'hmmmm yes I have just written an incredibly thorough book of military reforms for this superhuman army. Now let's ask this mollusk of a man to completely rebuild this military force. I am very smart'

There's no way he intended Cawl to redesign the adeptus astartes from the ground up. When he told him to 'improve' the space marines he probably just meant, like, clean the gunk out of their gene-seeds, try to fix some of the genetic flaws, and maybe make a few improvements to their wargear.

But then Guilliman fucked off and died and Cawl was left unsupervised. For ten thousand years. And after cracking out pretty much everything Guilliman instructed him to do in the first millennium or so, Cawl got bored.

'You've done very well Cawl, your work has exceeded all expectations' can very easily be interpreted as diplomatic niceguy speak for 'what the FUCK man what the FUCK!!!!!'

And given how quickly Guilliman spread the primaris marines out across the entire indomitus crusade I think he was fucking terrified

[crippledgiraff]

[ladymirdan]

Fun fact. There are more people playing Space Marine 2 than there are Space Marines in the 40k galaxy.

[abatilus]

Lamenter guy :3

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Brand New Day

Next

Author's note: Jophiel's debut in Husbandry.

Summary: You encounter a wounded astartes. He looks... different thank you expected. You heard that Dark Angels could look Angelic, but you didn't know they had angel wings.

Warnings: none? Let me know if I need to add something.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

You had heard something rustling around in your barn recently, something large, which was concerning you. You eyed your cattle, none of them seemed particularly spooked and your guardian dogs, herder dogs and your 'recon cats' as you called them. They were excellent mousers and helped guide your guardian dogs to trouble spots that they noticed.

One of your mouser cats had entered the barn recently, but had yet to come out. So, carefully, cautiously you entered the barn to see what had entered the barn that shouldn't be in there. At first all you can see is feathers- you blink in surprise, massive white feathers floating down as you go through your head what kind of bird had such massive white feathers, and come up blank.

Then you spot something dark, almost blood red and see the massive form of an Astartes. You had heard of Astartes, and knew of some of your cousins in the city had an Astartes, and you'd seen videos and read stories about them online, but no one had told you that some of them could have wings. At least, not Loyalist Space Marines.

The Chaos ones could come in an almost insane variety of forms, some more human-looking while others are looking almost eldtritch in nature. You'd head that some of the 'Death Guard' could have insect-like wings. While some of the skull-faced Space Marines, known as Night Lords could have bat wings. But you haven't heard of Space Marines having Bird wings.

You see that his helmet is off and he looks unconscious. He has long blonde hair and light-colored skin. You fluster a little, as he looks so handsome with large white wings spread out haphazardly. The armor that the space marine had looked like it was broken in several places, which had you frowning in concern as you fumble for your phone to try and contact someone who knew someone that could get one of the medically inclined Space Marines over to where you were as you could see blood pooling and clotting around him.

Before you can finish entering the phone number a large hand grabs the phone and pulls it from your grip. You jump back, startled, and wide eyed, some how for someone so big and wounded he'd moved so fast. He chirps and trills at you in the language of the Space Marines frowning at the device and he says something in their language. You guess that he doesn't want to get any one involved as you gently take the device and turn off the phone.

"Okay buddy," You say nervously, but trying to keep a soothing tone.

He tilts his head and looks at you with deep red eyes, a questioning trill in response to your words.

"I won't call anyone," You say, "but you are hurt and need help."

You gesture at his wounds as he looks to where you gesture as he frowns at his wounds. Then looks back at you with another bird-like movement. You nibble on your lower lip trying to figure out how to communicate with a very large, very dangerous sentient being that doesn't know a language that you do, who's wounded and likely upset.

"I can get bandages to help you heal," You offer to the wounded Space Marine in the armor of a Blood Angel.

He chirps and trills at you and as you slowly move, he follows after you carefully, slowly, his feathers and wings which had half mantled like a bird's threat display had slowly de-mantled and he'd slowly closed his wings behind his back as he followed after you are chirping and trilling.

His voice was very melodic, and a calm fell over you. He didn't want you to contact anyone, but you knew you could help him with the bandages and other first aid equipment that was good to have on hand, just in case.

So, you carefully get out your medical supplies and slowly turn to the Blood Angel Space marine and nervously eye the large, you thought that he was a bit larger than normal for a Blood Angel, but you have only seen videos and pictures of Space Marines, so he could be normal size for a Space Marine.

"I know that you can't really understand me, and I can't really understand you," You say carefully, "But I want to help you and part of that is you need to remove your armor so that I can help patch you up since you don't want me to call for help."

You try to project confidence, calm and an aura of I-want-to-help-you. Which has the Blood Angel chirping and trilling down at you tilting his head from side to side before slowly removing the parts of his armor that reveals the nasty wounds on his chest and sides. You slowly approach, narrating, rambling almost, what it is you are doing and the next step. Half remembering your first aid classes.

Although, he does seem to be healing on his own. The rumors about Space Marines having a crazy fast healing factor is something that you now know is fact and truth, instead of just the ramblings of people on the internet, which should be taken with a heaping of salt and knowing that it's likely inaccurate to some degree.

He had quietly watched you only letting out the occasional hiss of pain, mostly keeping still and silent as he watches you intensely. Such vivid red eyes and long golden locks. He's still very handsome, if somewhat intimidating. You immediately scold yourself for getting distracted by his musculature.

You scold yourself for getting distracted by how handsome he looks; how warm he feels underneath your fingers as you carefully tend to his wounds. He is trilling at you again, voice softer as he gently grabs one of your hands with his after you finish tending his wounds. He croons at you, likely thank you for the help.

"You are welcome," You say slightly flustered.

He trills at you again, and as you go about your day, he follows you around, occasionally singing at you in Space Marine Language. He occasionally helps you out, carefully grabbing and lifting heavy things, even though it makes you worry and fuss that he'll open up his injuries as he sing-talks to you some more.

[passionofthesith]

What did they do to my baby?? I realize they are remade when they cross the Rubicon but this whole Frankenstein thing… looks like they had to sew his head and both arms back on … MY BAAAABBYYY!!!

[knightlightminiatures]

It’s me again. And I’ve got some fun news. I’ve resurrected my original Custom Chapter scheme with the release of Leviathan. I wasn’t sure what I was gonna do with them at first. I usually make all my models space wolves or divy them into my “for sale” pile to help fund my studio but I want getting any strong vibes from the space marine half of the box.

However, the tyranid half has been going into expanding my fathers tyranid army. Hive fleet Rhamnusia. And I thought, with his original concept getting love, why shouldn’t I do so?

I had abandon my army in 2018 for a full space wolf legion. And two years before that I had changed the armour design. Still, all wolfified. But, I never felt the primaris marines really fit the space wolf vibe. So most of them waited patiently for me to decide how I’d go about adding them into my space wolf army. And a few did. But many received no such love.

So with Pops nids getting love, I revived my original army. The Angry Dragons. And returned to their original scheme, eating up all the ignored primaris marines and building a fully fledged primaris army. Pulling most of the units from leviathan, Shadowspear, indomitus, Dark Imperium and wrath of the soulforge. My dragons have returns stronger than ever before.

With this new development, my dragons will sport no firstborn. My wolves will take them all for themselves. And I’ll just run both chapters uniquely. It’s nice because I don’t have to really customize the bits to fit the chapter as much. I can take the models at face value and add my colors.

And should the inevitable phasing out of firstborn ever happen, I still have a full functioning army and a super sexy firstborn Space Wolf army to reminisce about.

[taudad]

Took my kids to the zoo today and I was once again reminded of how freakishly tall space marines are