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madmeks · 15 days ago

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Her Space Marine: Part 1

Pairings: Titus x Mira

Author's note: 18+ Inspired by this ask requesting some jealous Titus. For backstory, Zev (the Mordian officer from Fantasy: Part 2 and Fantasy: Coda) was on the same troopship as Mira when it was lost in the warp storm. His regiment was folded into the same army group as hers when they emerged after the events of Space Marine 2.

Warnings: Sexual content. Unprotected sex. Mention of past partners.

Description: Seeing Mira and Zev share a moment together after a battle, Titus gets a little possessive.

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With a final rattling cough, the Chimera’s engine gave a last groan of overheated pistons and died. Mira gripped the sides of the cupola as the treads lost traction and the tank slowly slid back down the sandy hill before catching up on a boulder. Cursing, she called to her command squad crouched in the rear compartment.

“Everyone out! We’re on foot from here!”

Reaching above her, she threw open the turret hatch and clambered onto the top of the Chimera. Around the crippled vehicle troopers streamed up the hill. There were Cadians, Mordians, even two or three scattered Attilan Rough Riders weaving through the ranks on their mounts. All were headed to the heavy troop carriers waiting on the raised ferrocrete field that topped the hill. Above her, the night sky was lit with tracer fire from Hydra flak tanks firing on the move. Whenever the autocannons flashed, the retreating troops could see Imperial Thunderbolts dueling with Ork Fighta-Bommas, desperately trying to keep a flight path open for the last transports off Daedalus V.

The Imperium forces had been engaged with Votann miners who’d come to strip the world for resources for the past four months, and had been near victory when the first ork roks had entered the system. That had been three weeks ago. The greenskins had fallen upon Squat miner and Imperial trooper alike, pushing both forces into retreat off world.

Mira gathered her command squad and abandoned the Chimera, joining the ranks of Guardsmen trudging uphill. Just as they crested the top, she saw Major Sarkaana striding toward her, a Commissar at her side.

“Lieutenant! We need your troopers to form up here and dig in,” Sarkaana shouted over the din of the autocannons and the troop lander engines firing up. “General Montelion of the Mordian Iron Guard and his life company are still inbound. Orders from the Lord Marshall are that we stall the ork advance to give the General time to make it to the landers.”

Mira turned to look over the expanse of scrubland beyond the landing field. In the far distance, she could just make out the lights of ork vehicles as they advanced inexorably toward the last humans on the planet.

“Ma’am, my company is exhausted,” Mira said, turning back to the Major. “We’ve spent the last three days on a forced march to make it here in time.”

“Your company are soldiers and they will do as the God-Emperor wills,” growled the Commissar at Sarkaana’s side. Letting out a resigned breath, Mira saluted and turned back to form up her troopers.

***

“WAAAGH!!!”

The ork battle cry echoed through the hastily dug trench Mira’s company crouched in as the greenskin jumped over the lip and brought a buzzing orkish chainsword down on the Commissar’s head. The whirring blades split the man’s peaked hat and the skull beneath before Mira and Corporal Antioch’s combined lasfire brought the xenos down.

Cursing, Mira turned back to the line, raising her laspistol and firing down the hill at the orks clambering to get at the Crassus Assault Transport in Mordian colors that was lumbering its way up toward the landing field and the last troop carrier that remained waiting for them.

Out of the ork ranks, a missile corkscrewed crazily over the heads of the Cadians, flying straight into the open hatch of the landing craft. There was a moment of silence as the flare from the missile disappeared down the gullet of the massive ship, then a series of muffled explosions sounded. Suddenly, bits of the lander were flying everywhere as the reactor detonated.

The Cadians stared in disbelief for a moment at the destruction of their only escape offworld, until Sarkaana shouted ‘For the Emperor!’ Taking up the cry, the Cadians charged down the hill toward the embattled Crassus Transport, determined to take as many of the orks with them as they could.

Just before they met the ork line, the front rank of greenskins disappeared in a blossom of fire. Looking up, Mira saw a Thunderhawk in the blue livery of the Ultramarines hovering above them. Standing in the open ramp, armored and helmeted, was Titus with his squad. The space marines mowed down the second rank of orks in a hail of bolter fire, then leapt down to land amidst the Cadians as the Thunderhawk spun and headed for the landing pad.

Titus landed beside Mira with a ground-shaking thud. She smiled up at him as he inclined his helmed head toward her.

“Nice of you to drop in, Ultramarine.”

“You thought the Sons of Guilliman would pass up the chance to tear apart a few more of these greenskins, Lieutenant?” Even through the distortion of his vox grill, Mira could hear the amusement in his voice.

They were interrupted by the rear hatch of the Crassus thumping into the ground. Mordians filed out of the transport, lasguns leveled at the second wave of orks. They added their volley fire the the Cadians and Ultramarines, then all began a fighting withdrawal toward the waiting Thunderhawk. The space marines ushered the surviving troopers aboard and the gunship roared away from the surface.

Packed in among the Cadian and Mordian troopers in a hold designed to fit far fewer, Mira let out a weary sigh. She took her vox headset off, then let out a yelp as hands grabbed her and spun her around.

“Mira!”

She blinked, staring into a familiar face.

“Zev!”

Impulsively, Mira wrapped her arms around him. He surprised her by leaning in and capturing her lips with his own. Laughing, he pulled back, but kept her in the friendly embrace.

“We owe you, Mira! Your troops kept the way open for us. I doubt we’d have even made it to the base of the hill without you holding the line.”

Mira listened as Zev went on, recounting the tale of his company’s flight from the orks. It turned out old General Montelion had died of heart failure en route to the landing field. As Zev continued, Mira looked over his shoulder and noticed Titus standing near the front hatch of the Thunderhawk, unmoving. The eye lenses of his helmet were fixed solidly on the Mordian officer’s back, even as the gunship jostled its way free of Daedalus V’s atmosphere.

***

Aboard the orbiting Ultramarine strike cruiser, the surviving Cadians and Mordians rested as the ship followed the Imperial fleet out of the system.

After reporting to Major Sarkaana that her troopers were settled in an unused cargo bay, and promising Zev they’d catch up more later, Mira set out to look for Titus.

Despite being the liaison officer between the Cadian 8th and the Ultramarine forces accompanying the Astra Militarum troops, Mira had never actually been aboard their strike cruiser. Eventually, with the help of a servo skull and the muttered directions from a few chapter serfs, she finally found her way to Titus’ quarters.

Slipping inside and keying the door closed, she found kneeling before a small altar covered in purity seals. He was out of his armor, wearing a loose robe.

“Will you allow me to demonstrate my...appreciation...for the timely reinforcements, my lord?” she asked him, playfully drawing out the title.

Titus rose to his feet and turned to Mira, towering over her in the small room.

“Who was that man? The Mordian officer in the gunship?”

Mira blinked. “Zev? He’s an old friend. His regiment was on the toopship with mine when were lost in the warp storm.”

“He kissed you.”

“Ah, yes...well,” Mira glanced away for a moment. “He and I...well, as I’ve told you before, life in the Guard can be lonely. Sometimes you find...companions.”

“You’ve had sex with him,” Titus said.

Mira blushed. “Ahem...yes. A few times, years ago now. We’ve stayed friends, but we...oh!”

Mira yelped as Titus surged forward, his strong hands grasping under her ass and pulling her off the floor against his chest. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his hips as he moved with her, pressing her against the wall of the room. He tilted his head down to kiss her hungrily, his tongue probing between her lips as his hands squeezed and caressed her ass. Finally, he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes.

“I need you,” he growled. Through his robes, she felt his erection pressing under the curve of her ass.

Catching her breath, she grasped his face in her hands, leaning in to offer another kiss.

“Take me.”

Titus’s captured her lips passionately with his own, moaning almost desperately into her mouth. Between them he was working at the closure of her tunic, his large hands fumbling with the small fasteners. Frustrated, he curled his fingers into the material and pulled almost effortlessly, tearing it open.

Mira moaned against his mouth, her tongue sliding around his. She ground down against his cock poking against her ass, legs locked around him as she shrugged out of her tunic. Titus grabbed the straps of her tank top and bra, yanking both down her arms to bare her breasts.

“Need you,” he said again, now grinding his hips against her. He bent to circle his tongue around her nipple, licking and sucking. She threw her head back against the wall, running her fingers through her hair as she panted under his attention.

Grabbing her thighs, Titus turned and carried her to the opposite wall of the room, setting her on a small desk mounted to the wall. It was little more than night stand, but it was built for an Astartes, and carried her wait easily. Mira watched as he took a half step back and pulled his robe off. She stared hungrily at his massive form, eyes falling to his erection as it waved in front of him.

Titus knelt to pull off her boots, and Mira raised her ass for him so he could slide her pants and panties off in one smooth motion. She slipped her arms free of her tank top and bra, leaving them bunched around her waist as he stepped in again to kiss her. Yanking her to the edge of the desk, he slid a hand between her legs and ran a finger along her pussy, finding her already soaked. Moaning he reached down to grab his cock, fitting it against her and rubbing the head over back and forth over her clit.

“Need...you,” he choked out as he slid inside her. Mira’s let out a gasp as she felt him stretching her. Throwing her hands around his neck, she thrust her hips forward to meet him as he speared into her, trying to push him deeper.

Growling, he cupped her ass again, lifting her fully off the desk. He let her sink fully onto his shaft and stood in the center of the room. She moaned as she locked her legs around his hips, clinging to his neck, pussy tight around him as held her impaled on his cock.

“Mine,” he rumbled.

Mira met his gaze, seeing an intense desire burning behind his eyes. He stared back at her, leaning forward to capture her mouth in a kiss.

He began to fuck her then, hands moving to her waist and sliding her up and down against his thrusting hips. She closed her eyes as he bent to nip and bite at the tender flesh of her neck. One of his hands under her ass easily kept her supported as the other reached up to cradle the back of her neck. Her breasts flattened against his massive broad chest as he clutched her to him.

“Yes…” she moaned. She leaned back, hanging off his neck as he bucked against her. She rocked her hips over him, slamming down again and again. “You’re going to make me come, Titus.”

“Yes!” he gasped, fucking into her even faster. Mira gasped in pleasure as she bounced up and down on his shaft, her breasts bouncing on her chest as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.

“...Oh yes...Throne, Titus!...I’m coming!”

Her body went stiff, eyes closing as her pussy contracted and pulsed around him. As she came down from her orgasm, she opened her eyes to see him staring intently at her.

“You’re mine,” he growled. His thrusting began to pick up speed again. “Mine.”

Dazed with pleasure, she pulled herself against him again and kissed him. She squeezed with her legs, pressing her entire front to his as tightly she could, delighting in the feeling of his abs moving against her stomach. The feeling of her nipples dragging against his chest as her bounced her up and down on him. Breaking the kiss, she brought one hand to cradle his face.

“Yours,” she agreed.

“Yes! Fuck!” Titus grunted as his rhythm stuttered. He managed one more hard thrust and then began spurting thick ropes of cum into her. Feeling his cock pulsing inside her, Mira shuddered again as another orgasm overtook her.

Breathing hard, Titus stepped to his bed and sat down, keeping Mira in his lap. He drew her in for one long passionate kiss before he lay down on his back, drawing her down with him.

Continued in Part 2.

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pinkmadnessing · 2 months ago

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Entheogen, Ch.1: ✨ Curious Little Thing

Just dropped the first chapter of my very own HDG story, Entheogen, with a huge shoutout to my partner (and Mistress) @hotghostshibari for their help writing Myconia! This story follows a burnt out corporate xenobiologist who finds her way into the vines of an equally neurodivergent plant who, for some mysterious reason, has mushrooms instead of flowers! Will she learn to see the world with wonder again? Will she get florted? Will she get absolutely slammed down by a giant mushroom womanthing? Come find out :3 CW: noncon drugging, anxiety, deadnaming, xenophobia

18+ only, minors DNI, as always. https://archiveofourown.org/works/61809625/chapters/158043616

Full first chapter beneath the cut, thread in betas in the hdg discord if you'd like to talk to me about it, please enjoy!

Hurried voices echoed through the corridors of the Corben Bioworks corporate survey vessel, CBS Rains of Proxima, occasionally joined by the mechanical accompaniment of doors sealing, weapons being readied, and controls being toggled. They were the sounds of a ship preparing for battle, something Madii Lunae had hoped to never experience. She glanced nervously up from her screens as multiple crew members glided past her door, held aloft by the microgravity of near-interstellar space. She lowered her gaze back down to the screen mounted on her desk, reading and re-reading the ship wide alert at the same time the comm’s officer came over the intercom.

'RED ALERT. RED ALERT. ALL CREWMEMBERS PREPARE FOR MILITARY ACTION. XENO WARSHIP SPOTTED NEAR EDGE OF SYSTEM. EVASIVE MANEUVERS ENGAGED'

Madii swallowed nervously and fiddled with the magnetic stylus on her desk. Even in microgravity, her leg twitched up and down rapidly as her head filled with anxiety. The ship was supposed to be a research vessel, stars, it was literally in her contract from Corben Bioworks that they couldn’t use any of the weapons on board. And yet here they were. She guessed the dissolution of government and outlawing of corporations made those contracts not really matter anymore, but the same now went for the contracts guaranteeing her safety.

“I can't just float here” Madii mumbled to herself, not really realizing she said it out loud. She grabbed hold of the handle on her desk and used it to push herself across her lab, or at least it was the room that used to be her lab. Over the past few months her lab, along with all others on the ship, had been hastily retrofitted to act as a medical bay and the scientists within them as medics. Where tanks of alien flora and shelves of xenobiological catalogs once stood, now sat cots and monitors, prepared to take on any crewmember who gets injured while fighting the Affini threat. Not that they’ve gotten any reports of ships being attacked and making it out with crew in the first place.

Madii glided across the room to the small viewport on the space-side wall of her office and gripped the handles under it to stabilize herself. She looked out past the array of antennae on the side of the ship to see a larger part of Gliese, the binary system they had been orbiting on the edge of. They had hoped that the xenos wouldn't check a largely uninhabited jumpthrough system.

They were wrong.

In the far distance, illuminated by the red glow of the sputtering twin suns, hung a pink starburst shape. It was practically glowing against the void behind it. Stars, how could they have missed that? Madii felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had never seen an Affini ship in person, and she could only help but wonder what horrific monsters were glaring back at her from across the darkness.

Myconia glanced passively through the window of Its office. It wondered what could be going on on that little ship as it no doubt suddenly made signal contact with the Bromelia. It, unlike the little terran across the void, was not panicking. It was gazing out the window with one eye while focusing the other three on an otoscope currently deep in an adorable little floret who had complained to her owner of ear pain.

“Yeah, seems to be a common side effect of the Class-M’s she’s on, especially with Terrans with a predisposition for patulous eustachian tubes.” Myconia said, speaking over the girl’s head at the Affini behind her. “Something to do with prolonged slackening of the muscles around it. There’s some specialists on Summer Station researching it right now, I’m sure it’ll be fixed soon. I’d suggest a week long Class-M detox, and I’ll have some heavy Class-H’s ready at the front desk. You’ll be able to ‘doll her out’ with them, but it won’t be as rigid.” Myconia said, looking down at the little blushing Terran who was trying her very best to stay still, despite the constant twitching and stimming. Myconia pulsed the glow of the large mushroom caps on Its head in a soothing pattern, helping the little cutie slacken a bit. “Does that sound okay, little one?”

The girl smiled sheepishly up at It, knowing exactly what to say after being asked a question she didn’t even hear. “Yes, Miss Myconiaaa” She said, twisting back and forth in her skirt adorably. “Good girl.” Myconia said, patting the floret with a vine and slipping a lollypop packed with Class-A into the little stoner’s mouth. The owner smiled, picking up her rapidly melting pet and giving Myconia a few words of thanks. The pair left just as a notification appeared on one of Its office monitors.

“Terran cuties located and locked on!! We’ll have them in our loving vines in no time! Please prepare for grapple and boarding action!!” The screen read out in scrolling Affini glyphs.

Myconia made the sound It learned from being around Terrans so much, a sigh, it was called. It let a quick breeze ruffle through Its vines and dimmed Its fluorescent mushroom-dotted body, as if to display a release of energy. A new rebel ship means more Terrans rescued, but it also meant first time pet owners, and that meant more ‘what should I do if my pet swallowed this-or-that’ questions. Myconia finished the paperwork of the pet It just treated, and filed a request for the strongest Class-Hs they had on vine. After a quick moment of enjoying the feeling of a happy pet well cared for, It switched the feed on Its monitor to the adorable floret hobby video about zen gardens It was previously watching. It reached with a few fine tendrils and drug a little rake across the sand in the small desk box. Myconia loved these cute little Terran things, they were so useful for detangling after a long day. Just as It was finally starting to relax, Its mushroom dotted vines gently uncoiling around the base of the chair, a second notification from the ship’s consciousness appeared on Its screen. “Apologies everyone!! Seems like the little ‘Free Terran’ ;;;;;) cuties have spotted us, and are attempting to flee. We’ll be entering hyperspace for a moment so we can pounce on em! Please brace your florets, and thank you for your understanding!!"

Madii gasped, eyes wide, and pushed back from the window. She blinked a couple times, rubbed her eyes, and pulled herself close again. The ship just vanished. It winked out of the void right as she was looking at it! Had it gone into hyperspace? It couldn’t have! Cosmic Navy ships jump with noticeable lensing as they tear through spacetime. From straight on, the Affini ship seemed to simply shrink to a point and vanish from the void, as if it had never been there in the first place. Could they have gone? Maybe they didn’t see the ship and they left. Madii’s mind flooded with possible explanations, spinning its wheels until it was interrupted by a blaring intercom.

“RED ALERT. RED ALERT. LOSS OF VISUAL CONTACT WITH XENO VESSEL” Madii twitched at the sudden loud noise, but quickly began to move. She had been so bored during her first weeks on board that she had actually read the ship’s protocol manual. She might have been the only one, including the captain, to have done so. “ENGAGE SAFETY HARNESS AND PREPARE FOR EVASIVE MANEUVERS AND HYPERMETRIC KICK IMMEDIATELY”

As the message finished, Madii glanced across the room and pushed off the wall, headed towards one of the many harnesses across the ship. As she passed her desk, she nabbed a medical tablet off its magnetic mount, tucking it under her arm while she flew. She had landed against the harness on the opposite wall and strapped herself in. As the belts clicked into place, she felt the rapid flow of panic swelling up in her mind. She hated the feeling of hypermetric kicks, but hated the idea of falling into the Affini’s grip even more. She needed to calm down, she told herself, hyperventilating would fix nothing. In fact, hyperventilating was exactly what you weren’t supposed to do during a hypermetric kick, and jumps always hit her gut particularly hard. Needing a distraction, she decided to focus on the tablet. Her eyes flowed over every biometric readout on the ship. Nothing out of the ordinary, of course, other than a collectively increased heart rate among the crew. Madii closed her eyes as she felt her head start to spin with anxiety.

“It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.” She repeated to herself, trying to pull in the reins on her spiraling mind. It didn’t work.

At nearly the same moment the notification appeared on Myconia’s screen, it heard little gasps from the Terrans outside Its office. The small pockets of air between sand particles collapsed, and the whole pattern of the zen garden broke down.

“They really should warn us earlier about that. Poor little things get spooked every time.” It grumpled to Itself before shaking the sand flat and starting again. As It started to rake, a small drop down opened on Its screen, a readout of information about the Terran ship currently being trapped. ‘Terran Megacorporate Survey Corvette, 170 meters, two rotational rings..’ It had heard concerning rumors about Terrans coming out of megacorp ships. Just as bad as the military ships, with Terrans coming with crushed souls rather than hyperferalist ideologies. For the sake of the little sophonts on board, It hoped they were just rumors.

A monotone whirr began to fill the emptying corridors of the Rains of Proxima as the jump drive began to spin up, preparing to launch a spear of exotic matter through space and time. Madii squinted her eyes and cringed preemptively. She always hated this part. “PREPARE FOR HYPERMETRIC JUMP.” The navigator’s voice called out over the intercom, which was growing increasingly staticky as the ship’s electric fields began to warp with space. “JUMPING IN T-MINUS… 5.. 4.. 3.. T-” A gasp came over the intercom, accompanied by the sound of everyone else in Madii’s hallway gasping. She herself, already cringing, jolted in her harness as the kick hit her like a punch to her sternum and her stomach cramped. She wasn’t ready for that. That happened early. Why did it happen early. Madii forced her eyes open, wiping tears that microgravity formed into bubbles. As soon as she did, she let out a gasp and looked around, eyes wide. The ship's lights were completely off, as if someone had just flicked the switch off. The darkness of the ship allowed a cascade of crimson Gleitian light to paint the inside of Madii’s lab. The normally sterile walls of the ship illuminated only in red had an eerie sort of alien beauty that Madii had scarcely seen before, if she wasn’t gasping for air, she might have taken a moment to appreciate it. “J-JUMPING!” The worried voice of the navigator broke Madii out of her thoughts. Wait, that wasn’t our jump? The ship shook as the suddenly very loud jump drive unleashed its payload, tearing a hole in space that would.. Wait.. Madii looked around rapidly. The room was still bathed in crimson light. Why didn’t she feel anything? Where was the kick? “What’s going on Micheals?” The voice of the Captain barked, still sharp through the muffled intercom. It’s clear the navigator didn’t turn off his mic.

“d-don’t know sir. I initiated the rump, ‘says the drive released the payload. I don’t d-d- .. oh… STARS IT’S HU—” The navigator’s voice suddenly cut out as the intercom filled with static and the ship shook against her back. She had to squint as the sterile lights suddenly winked back on and looked around the room for some semblance of understanding. Madii untucked her tablet from under her arm and stared at it, eyes flicking wildly about the screen. Dozens of error messages filled a panel on the side. No injuries reported, but huge sections of the ship were marked with red, indicating catastrophic damage. She fumbled to unhook her harness, flew back to the widow, and moved her head around, trying to use every angle through the small window. There was nothing out of the ordinary in her limited field of view, other than the presence of the Gleitian suns and the distant sta-

Madii froze in shock. In almost the same moment she turned her attention to the twin stars, a massive, spiked tendril shot up between them and her. Madii reeled in horror as the vine cast a dark shadow over her face. Oh stars. Oh fuck. The Compact has arrived.

Myconia heard the characteristic excited shuffle of second and third blooms rushing past Its office, all making a butterflyline towards the tunnel to the bay the Terran ship was being docked at. It shuddered a groan and pretended to roll Its eyes, an expression It very much liked borrowing from the cuties around It. As much as It might enjoy taking care of Terran patients, It had never really found the right sophont to domesticate, and this far into the Terran Pacification, a new ship meant more medical processing and less researching, rather than an opportunity for adoption. Its friends always looked at It with pity in a way It detested when It expressed such feelings, but It told Itself they were the consequences of Its dedication to Its work. Sacrifices for discovery, eh?

All the introspection was making Myconia wish It had something to focus on decomposing. It tapped on Its tablet a few times until It found a suggestion for the pizza place (adorably named ‘Petperroni’) a team of Beeple had started after becoming fascinated with Terran cuisine. Its next appointment wasn’t for 80 Terran minutes so It tapped through a few options and placed the order. A little graphic of a dancing Beeple spinning a sign that said “Thanks for ordering!!” appeared on Its screen, drawing a small smile from the Affini.

Madii’s mind was moving at a million meters a minute. She stared, jaw held open in horror, as the massive tendril stretched up and over the ship before tightening around it. Bending metal whined as it struggled under the weight of the vine constricting around the ship. A massive impact shook the ship around her, jolting her hands which were wrapped tightly around a rung. The slam was followed by another, and another, and another, each impact seeming closer and closer. Madii looked back at the hallway, searching for the source of the sound, only to realize it was far too late. The world seemed to slow down around her as the hallway floor deformed as it was skewered from underneath. The metal tore at the panel seams like paper ripping, and a massive vine, evidently what forced its way through the hull, rocketed up to the ceiling, piercing a hole through the ceiling with just as much speed. Madii barely had time to scream before her voice was drowned out by the deafening roar of the void. The vine had punched holes in the hull, and the pull of space on the ship’s breached atmosphere was suddenly rapidly dragging out anything not bolted down. Unfortunately for Madii, she was not bolted down.

Myconia glanced at her monitor’s calendar. It watched in real time as various Affini started pre-booking examinations for their expected new florets. Maybe volunteering for this time slot as an auxiliary veterinarian was a bit too much of a workload, It considered. It was itching to focus on Its own research, but nothing short of adopting a floret would get it out of this commitment.

“Knock knock, bookannelid, mind pulling your antennae out of your communicator for a moment?” A familiar, tinkling voice spoke from the door, accompanied by the quiet rapping of wood on alloy. A slightly shorter, tightly wound Affini stood in the doorway, the friend of Myconia’s whom It initially offered to help at the clinic, Alphira Datura, 18th bloom. Alphira was formed from a tightly bound, luscious green cluster of vines, with small white flowers blooming across her body. In her current form, she had positioned the flowers to paint in her details, from expressive eyebrows to flashing eyelashes to flowing hair. She stepped into Myconia’s office without asking, half walking and half gliding across the floor. When she spoke, her voice sounded younger and sharper sounding despite her comparative age. She smiled sheepishly as she broached the topic yet again. She was the one heading up the medical on-boarding after all, she usually got first pick of the litter, as the Terrans said.

“Listen, I know you’ve said a hundred times that you aren’t interested in having a floret of your own, but I was looking through the manifest of this adorable little ship we just vined, -did you see that it was a science vessel?- Anyway, I found this cutie. I know what you’re going to say, but please, just look it over.” She spoke quickly, handing Myconia a tablet with a Terran Accord personnel file on it. “For its sake, if not your own."

The howl of naked void rang in Madii’s ears as she was sucked across the office and clawed uselessly against the flat lab floor. The world continued to move in seeming slow motion as she looked ‘down’ toward the void that pulled her closer and closer. She saw the handle on the door ahead of her and reached out to grab it as she slid past. Madii let out a yelp as her hands slammed against the handle and gripped as tight as she could. She could feel her nails digging into her palms as she held for dear life while styluses, bottles, and anything else not in containers got sucked through the holes and away from her sight. Madii saw her tablet slam against the wall next to the door, but by sheer luck it managed to get wedged against the raised edge of the door. Eyes stinging from the wind, hear pounding in her head, she turned her head upward to gaze through the hole in the ship.

She could see the endless blackness of space, dotted by the occasional star. This was her first time ever seeing naked void. Oh shit. People rarely, if ever, survive encounters with space, even in this century. She was going to die. She was going to die, wasn’t she? Her mind began to spiral, her thoughts spinning towards the void like a whirlpool in her head. She couldn’t bring herself to look any longer and tightly closed her eyes. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t real. She was going to wake up any second she was going to be okay it was all going to be okay please she didn’t want to die she didn’t want to die she-

Madii’s spiraling train of thought abruptly stopped in tandem with the cessation of the roaring wind. Had she died without realizing it? It almost seemed like the ship had re-sealed. She slowly opened her eyes, only to find her gaze met by a trio of fellow crewmates, all in some sort of holding-on-for-dear-life position. Two were across the hall, Lila and Johnny, visible from around the side of the vine, and the third was her coworker in the lab over, Vanessa, a stuffy girl who's usually straight black hair was now messed up and wind-blown. The four Terrans shared worried looks as their minds tried to catch up with their circumstance. It was Vanessa who spoke first, nodding to the tablet that was now floating behind Madii in the disarrayed lab.

“M-Milo, you have the readout. What’s going on?” The rattled looking astrogeologist asked Madii. For some reason, amidst all this, her head still caught on those four, cursed letters. She didn’t even have time to be frustrated at herself. She nodded and turned in microgravity towards the tablet, but as she went to reach for it something she hadn’t seen in months began to happen. The tablet, however slowly, fell to the ground.

Myconia mocked another sigh and turned toward the door, smiling with amusement. It took the tablet in a few vines and gave it a once over. The Terran’s name was Milo Lunae, a young adult, scored quite a bit higher on flimsy Terran intelligence tests and even published a paper on potential xenobiological medical advancements when it was at something called ‘Corben Institute of Biology’. As a nice plus, Alphira wasn’t kidding, it was pretty frosting cute.

“Fine, fine, I’ll go look with you, but I’ve told you I’ve never found the right floret and you know that.” It said, rising to Its full height and putting Its screens to sleep with a wave of a vine. It left a little note and a lollypop for the pizza delivery floret, and the two Affini exited the veterinary and joined the bustle of prospect owners moving towards the smaller petal-side hangers. It was a part of the ship Myconia rarely spent time in, as most of Its excursions were to the microgravity labs that line the ship’s stem. It glanced down at the tablet occasionally, reading about all the sophont’s little quirks and irregularities that it received write-ups for.

Madii and her crewmates slowly floated down to the floor of the ship, once again sharing concerned looks as gravity inexplicably reasserted itself. As her legs touched the floor, Madii felt the strain of momentum pushing against her like she hadn’t in months, and it took her a second to remember how to stand. She carefully pushed herself off the new ground on wobbly legs and grabbed the tablet off the floor. Her eyes grew wide as she stared down at the flimsy screen. The hull was reporting damage it shouldn’t be able to survive, and yet, the atmospheric readings were nominal. No, not just nominal, actually, better than that! The readings more resembled the scans of carboniferous worlds with plant scrubbed, oxygen rich atmospheres than a choked survey vessel.

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Madii says out loud to herself and her coworkers. She raised her eyes to see the confused look on her crewmates faces and answered their question before they could ask. “It’s.. It’s like we’re in the middle of a rainforest.” She said hesitantly. “And I don’t know where to start about the grav..” Madii’s voice trailed off as a warm, sweet smelling, humid breeze wafted over the group. Her crewmates, who had all also pulled themselves to their feet, took reflexive deep breaths of the refreshing air. It was much better than the stale, headache-inducing near 20% atmosphere they had been breathing. Madii’s thoughts began to rapidly spin up as she watched her crew fill their lungs.

“So how’d you figure out about this little thing?” Myconia asked her companion, still reading about the Terran while sidestepping the line of potential owners with Alphira’s clearance. The pair had followed the crowd into a tunnel that led to the outside of the rotating petal arcology they lived on, where docks suspended rows of ships above the lazily shifting void. Most of the ships here were of Terran or Rinan design, as the Bromelia’s grasping tendrils deposited their catch here, rather than the larger main stem hanger.

“I was searching through the archives of their ship, looking for anything that stood out. It’s a little survey ship from some megacorp, so there’s lots of planetary scans for the Neoxenoveterinary Archeobureaucrats to pour over. I did, however, notice a note from their Captain about acquiring a new biologist for their survey missions. Apparently the ship searched for new planets to exploit. Positively primitive if you ask me.” The shorter Affini scoffed and ruffled her leaves slightly. The pair of plants reached the hanger just as the vine-pierced ship was being hauled into place. A large wood lined screen by the start of the dock displayed readings of the ship; All lifeforms stabilized, no casualties, and proceeding as usual. Large pink words in curling Affini glyphs slid across the screen.

‘RELEASING ATMOSPHERIC PACIFIER’

“Well, we haven’t had a Terran scientist here that wasn’t traumatized into believing that ‘for the greater good’ rubbish in a while, so if this Terran is the exception I’ll be glad to meet it.” Myconia said, looking deeper into the file. The Terran had multiple therapist visits and reprimands from captains for things that, the more It looked at them, simply seemed like signs of the rather limited Terran term ‘neurodiversity’. Myconia felt a little bad as It read, then a lot bad. This wasn’t the way It usually felt about sophonts. Though It couldn’t put a vine on why. It felt not just pity, not just the will to help, but the physical need to help. “Alright, you win, Alphira.” It chuckled, vines twitching slightly as It began to mentally prepare for what was to come. “I can’t believe it, but I’ll see em. At least for their initial checkup.”

Something wasn’t right. Madii watched her friends take deep breaths. Something wasn’t right about this at all. Madii took shallow breaths of the saccharine air as she looked down at the tablet again. Why would a hostile alien force give them air? “Guys, I’m not sure we should be..” Her mind rapidly ran through a hundred possible options as she spoke, right up until the moment she spotted it: A flashing alert in the life support panel. “WARNING. UNKNOWN AEROSOLIZED XENOLOGICAL COMPOUND. SEEK BREATHING APPARATUS IMMEDIATELY.”

Madii’s eyes grew wide as she stared at the screen. All at once, crew biometrics were beginning to wink out, as though they were all going to sleep at once. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Oh stars. Madii raised her eyes right as Vanessa, now with a huge smile on her face, collapsed to the ground with a thud. The other two of her coworkers gasped in horror as the woman dropped, then each began to look drowsy as well. “DON’T BREATH!! HOLD YOUR BREATH! HOLD YOUR-” Madii shouted, but it was too late. She had already turned away before she heard their bodies hit the ground. She clapped a hand over her mouth and pinched her nose shut as she felt a slight tipsiness at the edges of her mind. She stumbled across the room, legs struggling to adapt to the new gravity, to a panel on the wall with a gas mask symbol below the Corben Bioworks logo that had been ever present in her life. She slammed it open, almost knocking it off its hinges, and yanked the gas mask off it’s clamp. She pulled the mask over her face and breathed out to clear the diaphragm. It was just like the diving regulators she had read about in preparation for her imagined future as an intrepid explorer, and each consecutive breath felt less and less stuffy through the filter. Once she was confident the mask wouldn’t suffocate her, she looked out to the hall and passed out Terrans on the floor. Tiny, scintillating specks were now drifting through the warm air, swirling in little sparkling vortexes as the breeze from above spread it around the ship. It was probably the toxin that had knocked out her crew, her anxious mind told her, and this time it was probably right.

Madii silently cursed herself as her mind added yet another horrifying realization onto the pile: She had left her pistol in her bunk. It wasn’t like she had wanted the weapon, the rebels had practically forced it into her hands when they took control of the ship, but that was before she felt the alien menace breathing down her neck. Now that she was alone, her mind swam unbidden toward the horrifying future. Her crewmates were dropping all around her and she had no way to fight off the coming swarm of surely ravenous xenos. She tried to remember everything the rebels had barked about the Affini. They would tear her apart, they would melt her mind with drugs, they would send her to the mines, they would.. they… Wait a minute.. Why did the air smell so sweet?

“Ahh!! That’s so exciting!!” Alphira cooed, shaking her lush foliage quickly, mimicking the way Terran florets shiver when they get all excited. “I finally did it, I, Alphira Datura, finally broke the great and stoic Myconia!” She giggled and nudged Myconia goadingly with a loose bundle of vines. She tapped a few times on her tablet, then grinned at It. “I’ll have a medical room prepped for you and your little scientist to get to know each other. You know how feisty the sharp ones can be- or,” She paused with a knowing smile. “You’ll find out!”

At just that moment, the dark screen above the door flashed with a cheerful, bright pink message. It seemed like Myconia’s cue.

“PACIFICATION COMMENCING AS EXPECTED!! BOARDING MAY NOW BEGIN!!”

It rolled all four of Its eyes at Alphira and shuffled Its leaves in exaggerated annoyance, before pulling Itself along the dock toward the ship alongside a fair few other Affini, all of whom probably had similarly specific sophonts in mind. One by one, they slipped and slithered through the vine-punctured hull. The ship was cramped, sterile white and reflective, with no pizzaz or decor. It had seen sets like this in Terran media, but It hadn't actually believed that they’d really force themselves to work and live in structures as tight and dull as this. How could anyone work in a place like this, let alone live in it? It looked down cramped corridors and into utilitarian bunks as It moved, looking for Its sophont of choice. Ah, there it is. Myconia paused at a hall that had once been labeled “0-G Sample Labs”, but had since been christened “MEDBAY 3” in hastily scribbled, oily ink.

Madii’s eyes widened as she breathed the sweet smelling air through the mask. Her head had almost shaken off the fog of her first breaths, but it suddenly started to get fuzzy again. Was the gas mask broken? Oh stars. Oh stars oh shit oh fuck. Her breath started to quicken, and as much as she recognized that she shouldn’t be hyperventilating poison air, she couldn’t stop the panic from taking over her. Her suspicions were all but confirmed as scintillating specks floated up into the face portion of the mast. The cheap mask was probably never designed to work in the first place. Probably some cost saving measure so the corporate higher-ups could afford another bonus.

“Ohhhhh fffuck youuuuu Corbenn” Madii groaned, watching pixies swirl around the mask as she breathed out. Wait, what was she doing? Why was she watching the little sparkly things instead of.. instead.. Oh.. my… She slumped forward and pushed the faulty mask up her face as she leaned on her hand. She looked up with lidded, rapidly glazing over eyes as a massive, nightmarish abomination of green and blue shapes swayed into the room through her blurred vision. A little drool dripped from her mouth as she watched the xeno approach, and Myconiai thought it looked quite cute. “YoU aRe MiLo, CoRrEcT?” It asked, trying to make Its voice as soothing as possible. It stepped forward towards the Terran, tilting Its head slightly as It watched the little thing slump. The Terran looked absolutely adorable, but It could tell that the cramped conditions had not been kind to it. “i CaN gEt YoU oUt Of ThE gAs, If YoU dOn’T fIgHt Me.” It said softly. “OtHeRwIsE, i’Ll HaVe To LeT tHe PaCiFiEr Do ItS jOb.” It sighed and outstretched a vine. Myconia let Itself hope a little, but It had doubts that were quickly confirmed.

A shiver shot through Madii as the monster said her ‘name.’ Its voice was melodious, but in an incongruent way, like It was speaking in time with a tune she couldn’t hear. She flinched weakly away from the dark shape of the daemon’s grasping vine.

Myconia watched her eyes lazily unfocus and the mask fully slip off her face. Dirt, the Terran’s head fur was gorgeous, even if a bit matted and more than a little in need of a proper wash. It doubted that this ship had anything close to a proper grooming station. “PlEaSe, I wIlL nOt HuRt YoU.”

Madii’s limbs were growing heavy and her head was starting to wobble. She groaned quietly, using all her willpower to push words to her lips. “Fffuu.. xxxeno…” She mumbled to the monster's disappointment. Good. She was glad It was disappointed. She wouldn’t give in. Her eyes drooped. This couldn’t be it. This wouldn’t be it. She wouldn’t let It take her. She wouldn’t be like those thoughtless puppets she had heard about.. She wouldn’t.. She..

The curious little thing mumbled something incoherent before fully slackening in its seat, a display of sheer adorability that brought a sad smile to Myconia’s face. It couldn’t bring Itself to part with the little feral. To the dirt with consequences, It couldn’t leave the poor thing like this. With a little extra willpower, It forced Itself forward, gently wrapping Its vines around the Terran’s body before hefting it into the air with ease.

Madii’s world darkened from the edges, a tunnel closing in around her as the cosmic horror bound her tightly in Its disgusting tendrils. As the vines tightened, a feeling of strange secureness washed over her. She felt her mind relax as though climbing into a bunk after a long day, followed by.. … contentedness?

And then she fell asleep.

That's all for now folks! thanks for reading, and please do let me know what you think! <33

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finchly-tintinnabulation · 2 months ago

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- Andromeda -

Roboute Guilliman x M!OC (Finch)

Tags: Arranged marriage, AU shenanigans, crossdressing and gender fuckery

Plot bunny AU set during 30k, Great Crusade era after the Fall of the Eldar but before the Horus Heresy, I was stewing about how they would interact before becoming tired old men. Guilliman is more confident/self-important, and Finch is more insecure. Very much inspired by @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond drawing 30k and 40k Guilliman side by side, as well as some wives of the Primarchs content. Big thanks to @daily-shenanigans784 for the beta read. Pls help unmedicated ADHD is cooking my braincells

The Chorus: @thisuserislilsilly

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Guilliman resisted the urge to glance around, but he knew that the voice— soft, sonorous, masculine— came from his new “bride”, the pile of gauzy fabric sitting beside him as revelry surrounded them. “You could have bargained for a better deal, you know.” It was the first time his new fiancee had decided to speak, most of the talking and the offering having been done by her (their?) father while the veiled figure had sat silent and stately on one of the mounts favored by the humans on the surface of this planet.

Lounging at the head of a table hosting a great feast for his legion, the chatter seemed to dim to Guilliman’s ears as this strange little secret unfurled before him, his focus drawn away from the impromptu celebration of his engagement to the xenos beside him. “There was no blood shed, no ammunition used, and I have returned another world to the Imperium. Enlighten me.”

“As in, you could have asked to see more selection.” Amongst the countless layers of bone white silk, accented with cold blue like winter fog and studded with dark rubies, a pair of delicate gloved hands folded upon the table. “My people may be licking their wounds, but they are ever prideful. Did you not think to appraise your sacrifice?”

Sacrifice. The concept of a defeated enemy offering tributes was not a foreign one, but the easy and almost dry acknowledgement was odd and discomforting. His crusade was a righteous one, he was not some drake resting upon its horde. “Theoretical: the Imperium wishes for me to find a wife, while accepting the offer of a bride may appear to snub other allies. Practical: this is an opportunity that has dropped right into my lap.”

“That was on purpose.” His fiancee sighed.

“What are you trying to tell me?” Guilliman’s voice was casual, but made it obvious that his question was not to be ignored.

“That your desires were foreseen, and my Craftworld has retreated with only a single casualty. It is as if you have been offered cuts of meat, accepting sweet fat hiding bones rather than sinew hiding flesh.” A white gloved finger trailed the rim of a fine porcelain dish before it, food untouched and veil unmoved.

Jaw ticking, the Primarch was not exactly pleased by the prospect of having been manipulated, his thoughts and motives sifted through by xenos he had fought quite regularly in the Emperor’s name. “Why say anything, my dear? Depreciating your own value isn’t quite the strategy I would employ.”

To his surprise, the figure sighed. Defeat. “...My role has been played. If you decide to kill me, there is little difference in the outcome the Farseer sought. Besides, you didn’t seem to be all that interested in my value before.” They listlessly waved a hand, almost mocking.

Guilliman hadn’t been raised with an absence of women in his life, unlike what he had discovered of many of his brothers. Tarasha Euten was one of his most trusted advisors and loved ones, and he held no illusions of masculine superiority. However, he had found that he couldn’t quite picture marriage to a woman.

His enthusiastic legion had been delighted by the prospect of their genesire having a wife at his side, but somehow the xenos had seen and exploited a disinterest he thought he hid so well. That they had known he wouldn’t concern himself with a bride beyond appeasing the Emperor and choosing with only a political goal in mind.

“Who are you, then?”

“Not a princess, that’s for certain.” His bride scoffed. “We have no monarchy... I’m an artisan.”

That would have been amusing if it didn’t fill him with silent irritation. Such a flimsy lie, one that his new fiancee seemed almost eager to tear through like tissue paper. “A ploy to make their gift seem more enticing?”

“One of many to appeal to your human customs. The white garb is another, as is the veil. The one escorting me was a Seer, but apparently the father of a bride is charged with giving her away at the altar.” Not a drake upon its horde. Suddenly the phrasing of giving a bride at an altar brought to mind more myths of young women being left to be eaten by monsters from his youth on Macragge, making him internally shudder.

“I suppose your true father might have had objections.” Guilliman mused.

“Maybe.” They muttered dismissively. No family, a flippant attitude to the prospect of being executed for their betters’ deception, and a sense of honesty that felt like a slap to the face. Not to mention the fact he was having some suspicions as to certain details that were hidden behind those many layers of fabric.

What was this feeling? Pity, perhaps? Intrigue? If nothing else he was curious.

“...I have little use for beauty, there would be no harm in showing your face.”

“That’s good, as I have none.” A soft laugh, like the chime of a bell, inexplicably warming him far more than any of the alcohol he had consumed alongside the feast. Guilliman’s bride searched for the hem of their veil, delicately resting the fabric upon their fingertips as they seemed to become bashful, turning to face him. “Just, ah… I assure you I have been genuine, and… I hope you are too.”

It took him a moment to recognize that his bride was holding their veil for him to lift, making his hearts jump strangely, torn between unwrapping them to uncover the mysteries hidden within the fabric and a desire to reveal them slowly like opening a gift. He felt as if this was a sight he wished to save for himself, rather than share with the rest of his legion.

Cautious, Guilliman bent down and carefully slipped his hands beneath the obscuring fabric, lifting it as he leaned in to study the face of the Eldar he’d been speaking to.

One cheek was marred by a pockmarked array of scars, extending back over a ruined ear, a series of rough splits undoubtedly caused by blunt force to the side of the head. A gently sloped nose and sharp jaw, full mousy brown brows and freckles from time in the sun. Most arrestingly were his eyes. A deep viridian green flecked with sage, sharp and discerning, glittering with intelligence and… resignation.

“…The Farseer hoped I would accept my place if I found a mate… she said it would make me happy.” A bitter little smile thinned his lips, looking ashamed as if this was a true admittance, rather than another deception to punch through.

The Eldar seemed to expect him to respond, perhaps admonishing the fact that the gender of his bride was unsuitable for a man of his station. The thought crossed his mind briefly, the will of the Emperor ever on his heels, but fascination was leading him on. He claimed to lack beauty, but the story and wit he found on the Eldar’s face drew him in like the sublime expanse of the galaxy. With a hand he realized was large enough to splay across his fiancée’s entire face, he gingerly reached out to brush fingertips over the scarring on his cheek.

“Uh, I seized and had a fall early in my training…” He muttered by way of explanation, dark eyes flitting to avoid Guilliman’s gaze, obviously bewildered.

”Worried about battle scars with someone at the head of a legion.” The Primarch teased. “What would you like me to call you?”

The Eldar flushed, pursing his lips. “The envoy told you my given name.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“…Finch. Consider me to be… your future left hand man.”

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #fanfic #my writing #ultramarines #m!oc #oc x canon #primarch x oc #primarch #roboute guilliman #finch #au

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puppetmaster13u · 1 year ago

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Thinkin more on the Xeno au and about the family. And mostly about what everyone would be. Like of course they'd start out as chestburster-esque with more flesh-colored exoskeleton that'd be really soft like skin and mostly only a long tail. And then grow into other things, but there's several castes that even basic runners and drones can grow into.

Bruce: Drone -> Warrior -> Praetorian -> Queen (Winged)

Barbara: Drone -> Warrior -> Alpha Warrior

Dick: Runner -> Carrier

Jason: Runner -> Prowler -> Crusher

Cassandra: Runner -> Prowler

Stephanie: Drone -> Warrior -> Praetorian

Tim: Drone -> Warrior -> Praetorian

Harper: Drone -> Warrior

Duke: Drone -> Warrior -> Tusked

Cullen: Runner -> Aquatic

Damian: Drone -> Warrior

Carrie: Drone -> Spitter

Terry: Runner -> Prowler

Mathew: Runner -> Prowler

Random fun facts & rabmbles:

Tusked were, well, tusked xenomorphs specifically bred by yautja to act as forced attack dogs, and the ones we know who were released and escaped were accepted by a queen as her own

Alpha warriors are canon and are slightly larger than other warriors, can command other warriors, and in some cases are more intelligent too. They're almost between warrior and praetorian in ranking.

The praetorian caste is also known as royal guards, because that's what they are in most cases. They protect the nest and eggs and queen, and if the queen dies they may replace the queen.

Canonically there was a comic where Batman fought against a giant crocodile alien (no it didn't come from Killer Croc thankfully lol) that he defeated by bleeding it out until the floor collapsed into lava

The xenomorphs have had a civil war before on their home planet for the Royal Jelly, the black xenomorphs and red xenomorphs both fighting each other for their queen to become the next Queen Mother

Did you know there's further castes beyond the queen? A queen can become a Matriarch, then an Empress, and then a Queen Mother

Crushers are the equivalent of praetorians for the runner castes, and are canonically the most armored outside the queen castes themselves.

There's a theory about the spines on the xenomorphs' backs, where the longer they are the stronger the xenomorph, at least for basic castes. However there's another theory that this is an age thing. Neither is confirmed.

Did you know that xenomorphs have worked with others several different times when they're under threat, especially the queens or young.

Xenomorphs have Eidetic memory, and can even access memories from previous xenomorphs along their bloodline.

Normal xenomorphs can eventually become queens, but a xenomorph can be born as one from a Royal Facehugger, which unlike normal facehuggers have two embryo: a queen and a drone/runner to protect said queen

There have been exotic xenomorphs that are individuals such as the tusked or the winged queens, usually altered genetically or with an incredibly rare host (for example a winged queen has canonically come from a vampire in the comics before)

All xenomorphs are female, save for a single individual created using human dna and other genetic manipulation that was known as the king xenomorph.

Other genetic hybrids have been created as well, the most well known being the Newborn but there have been more balanced ones as well such as Eloise (a vat-grown android-xeno hybrid) which can have abilties of both species

Fun fact: A chestburster will not emerge in someone with leprosy, staying dormant, and other xenomorphs will not attack the people due to them carrying said chestburster.

Yautja hunting parties will hunt hybrids more enthusiastically than normal base xenomorphs for both the challenge and in some cases thinking they're abominations, such as a Predalien (in which case elders are usually the one to hunt them)

However they will also use xenomorphs as mounts, attack dogs, and other such things. For example one yautja rode a xeno-rex in ancient times as a hunting steed.

@phoenixcatch7 I summon thee mutual lol

#Xenomorph Batfam Au #batman au #batman #xenomorph #human alien hybrids #AVPxDC #AlienxDC #batfamily #batfam #This is of course not including all the clones #Trans batman #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #Jarro would also be there because he bby and also alien bonding time #rambles #sleep deprived thoughts #dcu #dc

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definitelynotalpharius · 8 months ago

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Crusade finale

---//Inquisitorial report of the Bahara's Hive campaign//---

The assault on Bahara's Hive has proven to be a disaster of immeasurable proportions. The report of Ordo Hereticus agents embedded within the hive have proven to be grossly inaccurate of the situation. There was no cult of the arch enemy within the city walls, despite the vast amount of mutants inherent in this particular Hive's understructure. The arrival of the forces of the plague god are assumed coincidental due to the happenings of Cawl's grander crusade within the Pariah Nexus.

Rest assured, the taint of chaos is being purged both from low orbit and within the field. Our purgation forces are experiencing some minor skirmishes, as friendly fire incidents mount. However, we've received word from the Lord Regent of Imperium Nihilus regarding the banishing of a greater daemon, the daemon prince Mortarion and the traitorous first captain of the XIVth legion Calas Typhon. The astartes forces that participated in the ambush have reported major wounds dealt to the forces of the XIVth legion and the T'au forces used by former agents of His holly Inquisition.

The hive sector that the daemons we're felled in has been purged, with a notable lack of both deathguard and xenos corpses, leading to the assumption that the heretic astartes have fled into the warp, and that the T'au may have retreated to prepare for further assaults.

The Lord Inquisitor that had authorized the use of Xenos armies as a vassal to the Imperial forces has been pronounced Excomunicato Traitoris, and was summarily executed.

May the records account in all balance: The Emperor Protects!

---//Report End//---

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #warhammer 40000 #40k #imperium #wh 40k #space marines #40kart #death guard #tau empire #crusade pariah nexus #custom game mode

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lazywriter-artist · 6 months ago

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Just some ock doodles

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He’s just a polite little man

Baby ock & will! I was working around ages and when ock was initially found (8yr) will was around 27!

Can’t have the art without hunts being his usual freak self— what does his pookie see in him I will never know 😔

Also have to include Huntsmann’s loyal hunting steed :3

A cross between Krieg’s mount breeds and a backwater world’s carnivorous war horse line, this beast makes a deadly mount for any aspiring to strike fear in the hearts of your squishy bodied enemies!

Ignore the fact I can’t draw horses and just ogle the funny puppy face that wants to eat u

A fun fact is Huntsmann doesn’t really use hounds in his hunts like his father had, huntsman prefers that of his field (aka the people who ride in the hunt?) and so he’s just got this gaggle of crazed blood thirsty zealots who help him as stand in hounds :) very safe and I’m sure no one was ever hurt in a zeal filled piranha frenzy ever over whole gets to purge the heretic

Amazing tags from @qcontinuumumum What can I say chat they just keep winning with these smh

Listen. Sometimes you hear rustling in the woods and jump to conclusions. Ya know?

Stories float around about the regiments ‘cryptid beast’ some say it’s a xenos they keep as a pet, others say it’s some horrid mutant they scooped up, but really it’s just a rowdy toddler the poor men can barely keep in one spot half the time—

#lazy’s art dump #lazy’s quick post #wh40k #warhammer 40k #lazy art #wh40k art #wh40k oc #ock & the trials of Terra #cw blood #wh40k psyker #psyker 40k #40k inquisitor #40k guardsman

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themissinghand · 2 years ago

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Hello! If your requests are still open, may i ask for a stanley snyder x reader? (fem, or GN) Where the reader is xeno's sibling? It's ok if not though. Just dont get pressured from the requests :) (also, if i may reccommend a manhwa, I suggest you try to read return of the mount hua sect if you like action and murim (it's rlly good trust me), or omniscient reader's viewpoint if you haven't read it already (my favourite) but if you like romance manhwa's with a medieval setting, either "your majesty please spare me this time" (unlike most romance manhwa's the mc in this one doesn't get over their hatred for the crown prince so quickly and and immediately falls in love with them. she's very conflicted and the emotions she feels are well written and she's not always "girlbossing" her way through. fantasie of a stepmother/stepmothers marchen is also a really good one.

sorry i went on a rant there, but thanks for thaking the time to read this and have a nice day/night!

Dr. Stone: "Who Did This To You?"

Requested by: Anonymous

Note: Hey! Requests are open! Thanks for your patience, I really appreciate it. I love to try and write different things so getting requests is exciting for me. This is a bit different from how I write but hopefully I did it justice. Also, thanks for your manhwa recs, I already finished the novel for ORV (literally my fav) and read the manhwa for Your Majesty Please Spare Me This Time. I read a bit of Stepmother's Marchen and Return of the Mount Hua Sect a while back but haven't caught up with it yet. Definitely down to write something for manhwa!

Summary: In which no one messes with Xeno’s sibling and gets away with it. Or there's tension between siblings and Stanley is just a puppy (or is he?).

Pairing: Stanley Snyder x GN! Reader!

Warnings: Will contain violence and swearing. Spoilers for the characters, but no plot. For anime watchers, don't search up Xeno or Stanley if you don't want to be spoiled!

Jealousy is a mental cancer.

(Y/N) knows it well, especially since they have such an outstanding older brother named Xeno Houston Wingfield.

Unlike their brother, (Y/N) is a troublemaker, a free spirit, and most importantly, a fighter.

Instead of lab experiments and academic competitions, (Y/N) spends their time in the gym and fights street thugs that bullies the weak.

At first, (Y/N) hated their brother, for Xeno always, always cared more about his science experiments more than them, and had the love and attention from everyone.

Also, he always had his best friend Stanley around him to keep him entertained.

Stanley Synder was chill and abnormally attractive, so much so that every time Stanley greeted them, (Y/N) was blinded by his appearance.

So what if he looks good? He was annoying.

No matter how much (Y/N) avoided Stanley, the man would find them some way somehow, and it was frustrating to have a literal man-puppy follow you around!

So (Y/N) ignored both of them out of spite.

But one day, when (Y/N) heard loud curses and the sound of painful grunts from a suspicious alleyway (that they knew gangs and thugs frequent), they rushed in without a thought.

They assumed that the person getting bullied might be the old lady that sold shoes, or the nerdy student at school, or the little boy who saw something he shouldn’t see.

People who are too nice, too vulnerable, and too trusting of their own good.

However, this wasn’t the typical thug that (Y/N) beat up often, they were men dressed in formal suits with bats and batons in their hands.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Who the fuck is this kid?” The smell of cigarettes drifted into the air.

“Get out of here kid, we’re not looking for a fight. It’s this kid our boss has beef with.”

The person they were beating up were also not what (Y/N) was thinking of at all.

They weren't nice, vulnerable, or naive.

So when the person that (Y/N) saw was their brother, slightly beaten up and wet from water, they felt another type of emotion.

“(Y/N)?!”

Rage.

But (Y/N) didn’t know why.

“What are you doing here, Xeno?!” (Y/N) clutched their hands into fists.

“Hey, you know this kid?”

“Yea, I know him damn well.” In the next instant, (Y/N) kicked a metal bat out of a thug’s hands and used it as a weapon to fight.

Panic and curses filled the air as people yelled out profanities. But (Y/N) was used to this environment, this situation of 1 vs too many.

“Hey kid. We don’t have any business with you. Just with that fake little NASA scientist behind you.”

(Jealousy is a mental cancer)

(Y/N) never back down from a fight.

“Xeno, run.”

“What? There’s a zero percentage chance that you will win, and a very low chance that I’ll escape anyway! It’s more logical that I-”

(Ignorance runs in our blood, Xeno doesn't know (Y/N))

“There’s a hidden shortcut.” (Y/N) whispered, “Ran back and then take a sharp left, there’s a narrow walkway but you’ll fit through. Then you’ll find an apartment door - knock on it and tell the uncle there that I sent you.”

“What?! How can I-”

“Don’t you always take the logical path? Then do it. Stop being so emotional. It’s not like you care anyway.”

((Y/N) couldn’t see it, but Xeno immediately frowned and a bitter expression appeared on his face for a solid second before he turned and ran.)

“Catch him!”

That was their cue.

In the middle of the all-out brawl, (Y/N) maneuvered their way around like a slippery little snake, avoiding thugs with parkour and fighting back like a wild animal. They threw punches that sent people flying and kicks that sent people tumbling to the ground.

“I know you, you’re that troublemaker!” (Y/N) looked up with an arrogant smirk, and wiped the blood off the side of their lips.

“Yea, I know.” (Y/N) dodged the swing of a bat, and kicked one of them in the balls.

Unfortunately, someone grabbed (Y/N) from behind.

“I got you now-” But little did they know, (Y/N) is not one to be captured so easily. By leaning backwards and kicking the incoming fighters, it sent both of them back from the inertia, enough for (Y/N) to break out of the hold and kick all of them to the curb.

With so many taken out, it was quiet enough for them to hear sirens in the background.

“Fuck! I’ll fucking kill you and your brother the next time I see you!” Seeing them run with their tails tucked behind their ass was satisfying.

“Ha, what a joke. There won’t be a next time.” It took everything for (Y/N) to not fall over from fatigue and explain everything to the police, then they provided the police with camera footage and recording so the police could hunt them down.

The police insisted on bringing (Y/N) to the hospital due to the various injuries they got on their body, but (Y/N) instead just said they wanted a ride home. With a little bit of convincing, the police eventually listened and did as they said.

“Another person jealous of Xeno huh? Not surprised.”

"Xeno Houston Wingfield was the one that called for help." (Y/N) didn't say anything to that but simply looked outside the window.

When (Y/N) entered the house, they immediately went to their room, disregarding the worries from Xeno, and their parents.

“Fuck.” A string of curses left their lips as they tried to treat themselves with a first aid kit. It stings like hell and it doesn’t help when they’re extremely tired.

“(Y/N), it’s me. Stanley.”

“Go away.” (Y/N) replied with annoyance, they don’t need Xeno’s pity or get blinded right now.

“It’s just me.” (Y/N) watched the door silently.

“If you don’t open the door, I’ll kick it open.” With Stanley's playful tone, it sounded like something he would do out of spite.

“Fucking- alright. Happy?” Exasperated, (Y/N) opened the door and dragged the annoying prick into their room, before slamming it shut, not caring if Xeno was there at all.

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks Sherlock.” Before (Y/N) could sit back on their bed, a hand reached out and grabbed their arm. With a forceful tug, Stanley spun them around.

“What the fuck-”

Sharp, predator eyes are what shut (Y/N) up.

For the first time in a long time, (Y/N) felt…nervous.

Stanley tilted (Y/N)’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the injuries from the fight. A hiss left their lips, but no words dared to come out when being stared down by those watchful eyes.

(Y/N) was both nervous and confused, just what was happening right now? What happened to the literal man-puppy?

But nothing came out of them in this tense atmosphere.

Stanley gently wipes away the streak of blood by (Y/N)’s mouth without saying anything.

(Y/N)’s heart skips a beat as Stanley finally directly looks them dead in the eye.

Stanley’s voice quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.

“Who did this to you?”

It took a moment for (Y/N) to collect themselves.

“It’s none of your business.” (Y/N) tries to pry the hand away, but Stanley only tightens his hold.

“Yes it is.”

“Yea?” (Y/N) challenged, glaring at the older man, “And what are you gonna do about it huh?”

For a moment, (Y/N) saw an uncharacteristic violent glint in his eyes, bringing shivers done their spine.

“No one can hurt you and get away with it.”

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ladynighthaunter · 2 months ago

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Kaldor Primus.

Hive Gideon.

The Headsman stood in front of the church of Saint Keleer, watching the faithful of the planet walk in, the arbiters doing their best to hold back the off world faithful and sighed.

When his Primarch called, he had ended his quest across the Imperium, searching for worth heads of champions to mount on his trophy rack, he had tracked to thousands of star systems, fought loyalist, traitor and Xeno's.... And in all that time he had never felt as disgusted as he did now.

He watched the off worlders mutilate themselves, scream and curse at not being allowed to enter the church, they where a wave of unwashed humanity, trying to force their way in where they where not welcomed, he could almost taste the bile in his throat.

A family of beast men walked up, only to be pelted by feaces and rocks by the of worlders. Snarling he strode down the steps, putting him self between the off worlders and the beast men, they where sanctioned a humans, welcomed in the first saints church, but these zealots did not see it that way.

"Death to the mutant!" A voice called out, an auto pistol round ringing off his armour, his temper boiling, The Headsman spotted the gunner, forcing his way in to the crowed and grabbing him around the neck, hauling him off his feet and tearing the pistol from his hand.

"Why?" The Headsman growled.

The zelot made the sign of the Aquila, his face wracked in righteous glee. "They are mutants, perversions of the god Emperor's holy design, I am just an instrument of his will, Ave Imperitor!"

The Headsman contemplated, he could easily murder this fool, but he could hear the murmering of the crowed, his death would be a spark that would light an inferno.... No, he would not give this fool the death he so desired, he would deny him his martyrdom.

Dragging him back to the arbiters, he hands him over. "Take him, his crime? Attempted murder of one of the Saints faithful." He smiled as the zealots face fell, this was not going how he planed.

Tuning his vox emitter, the Headsman turned to the off worlders. "Those you call mutant!" He yelled, many cowering before him. "They are sanctioned abhumans and more so, loyal followers of the first saint, any crime of hate commited against will be dealt with harshly."

The off worlders looked confused, shaken... Fearful, the Headsman drank it in, before returning to his position in front of the church doors, the last faithful entering and the great wooden doors closing behind him.

Hive Pious.

The underhive.

The Alpha Legion operatives watch via vox thieves at the actions playing out.. Not according to plan. It seemed the Night Lords have changed during their time in stasis, they did not so easily rise to the bait.... But that was okay, they had other instergaters hidden amoung the off world faithful, they just needed to up the anti.

#warhammer #night lords #40k verse

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wandering-hurrie · 4 months ago

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#my ocs #xenos mount

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novankenn · 2 years ago

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"Jaune Gets A Gun AU - Day 3" Colonial Marines - Various...

Inspired by @howlingday's RU-JA-GUN-CON

The girls were still feeling a little off, like they had forgotten something big. Something related to the goofy knight that had captured all their hearts. But for the life of them all they couldn't put their finger on it, plus there was a sudden distrustful jealousy of Cheerleaders that they couldn't explain. So they just chose to go along with Jaune's suggestion to get some lunch.

As they were moving past the various booths on their way to the Food Court, they passed a very militaristic booth. It instantly reminded Ruby of the Mobile Infantry Recruiting Booth from Day One of the convention. She shivered, knowing that through her inaction she had allowed Jaune to enlist.

????: Jaune? Jaune is that you?

Jaune: Huh? Did someone call my name? That voice. It couldn't be?

????: It is.

Jaune: (Turns to his right) Aunt Ripley? When did you get back?

The girls all turned to their right, following Jaune's lead.

Ripley: Recently, and my, my you have gotten so BIG since the last time I saw you! Come give your Auntie a hug!

The girls watched as Jaune hugged the older woman, a bright smile on his face. When they ended the embrace, Jaune stepped back to stand with the girls.

Ripley: Now, who are these young ladies?

Jaune: Some friends from Beacon. Ruby Rose, team leader of team RWBY.

Ruby: Hi.

Jaune: Pyrrha Nikos, my partner and temamate on JNPR.

Pyrrha: Hello.

Jaune: This is Emerald Sustrai, she's from Haven and a member of team CMEN.

Emerald nods.

Jaune: and a pair of old friends from Ansel. You should remember Tiny Tina.

Ripley: I do. Good to see you again, Tina, and if my memory serves me correctly, you should be Jinx.

Jinx/Tiny Tina: Ms Ripley.

Ripley: So what brings you to this event, Jaune?

Jaune: My friends have talked me into getting a ranged option to round out my arsenal. Right now I'm only using Crocea Mors, so they think I should look at getting a gun.

Ripley: Not a bad idea. So, have you thought about what you want to get?

Jaune: A few people, I know, suggest a shotgun, but I'm still open to other ideas.

Ripley: Well, maybe I can help you. Come with me.

Ripley led the sextet towards the booth she had been at. As they closed the distance, they saw two armoured men, standing behind the display counter.

Jaune: They look a little serious.

Ripley: Hicks and Hudson are good guys, and don't let their appearances fool you (whispers to Jaune) They're big softies.

The girls spread out to look at the display case as Jaune was introduced to his Aunt Ripley's companions.

Ruby: They do have a pretty good selection.

Pyrrha: They all look pretty sturdy and robust.

Tiny Tina: What's this one? Here at the end.

Hudson: That's a M134 Motion Tracker.

Jinx: Motion tracker?

Hudson: Provides a 180 degree sensing hemisphere in the direction the operator is facing, that indicates the presence of anything moving, with distance from the operator. Great for watching for unseen or hidden threats.

Ruby: Is that a M41A with under barrel U1 grenade launcher?

Hicks: (Moving from Ripley and Jaune as they continue to talk.) You have a good eye. I have a feeling you know the specs too.

Pyrrha: She does. What about that big one? Looks like a machine gun.

Hudson: The M56 Smartgun.

Tiny Tina: Smartgun? How is it smart?

Hicks: Mounted on a self stabilizing arm that auto-tracks targets with an infrared target tracking system.

Jinx: So it would be good for someone with, like, NO firearms experience?

Hudson: It would. Takes the guess work out of hitting a target.

Tiny Tina: And this one here, next to the rifle?

Hicks: M240 Incinerator Unit. (Noticing the looks of the girls) It's a flamethrower.

Ruby/Pyrrha: Nope. Too brutal.

Hudson: When you're taking on Xenos... anything goes girlies.

Tiny Tina/Jinx: Xenos?

Hicks: Screen on the side of the booth, next to the armour display.

Girls: What the hell are those?

Hicks: Xenomorphs, or Aliens. Steel like exoskeletons and molecular acid for blood.

The girls all grew wide-eyed. Those things made the grimm look like stuffed animals. Ruby and Pyrrha grew even more concerned, knowing that the last time Jaune visited a booth about a military style unit, he ended up enlisting.

Jaune: So, what do you think? That shotgun looks promising.

Hicks: Solid and true. War Era M37 pump, modified with a short barrel, capable of slam-firing.

Jaune: The pistol looks nice too, but I think I'd go with the shotgun.

Hicks: It's my personal favourite. Like to keep it nearby for ... "close encounters"

Ripley: So, see anything that tickles your fancy, Jaune?

Jaune: I think I'll get the shotgun.

Hudson: Okay, just some paperwork to do and...

Pyrrha/Ruby: NO! (Each girl taking a side and hooking Jaune under his arm pits, and before Jaune could struggle, Tiny Tina and Jinx moved in and lifted him by his legs.)

Hicks/Hudson: (Shouting as they watched a potential customer being hauled off) What are you doing?

Ripley: Put him DOWN NOW!

Hudson: I don't get it? It's only forms to get the proper licences. That's an over reaction, if I ever saw one.

Emerald: I'm sorry, but Jaune already enlisted with the Mobile Infantry. Thank you for your time.

Ripley: HE WHAT NOW?!? JAUNE GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! YOUR MOTHER IS SO GOING TO HEAR ABOUT THIS YOUNG MAN!

Jaune: (in the distance) I'm sorry?

Hicks: United Federation, those blood suckers always looking for fresh meat for the grinder.

Hudson: Game Over, man. Game Over.

Ripley: (Whipping about to face the two marines) Get hold of Gorman. Tell him personal favour. Find a way to get Jaune out of the that enlistment!

(So I'm giving up on the Bolding of all the speakers. If this you find it is better with the bolding, DM or comment, and I'll edit this, and continue the practice in further posts. Hope you enjoyed.)

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dzthenerd490 · 5 months ago

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Space Marine Chapter: Grey Wolves

Description: The Gray Wolves Chapter hails from the Ark Ship "Storm of Fenrisa" and born from the Space Wolf Legion. Entrusted by the Imperium to kill off high ranking Xenos and Chaos Daemons in hopes of destabilizing their armies as fast as possible. They are then to help hunt down the survivors of the scattered and leaderless enemies and kill them off. The Grey Wolves pride themselves in striking the main target quickly, efficiently, and with enough flair to tell a great story later. they always enjoy talking about their exploits but only to one another, the Grey Wolves know better than to brag about their strengths and talk about their weaknesses to other Space Marines or anyone in the Imperium for that matter.

Tend to treat other members of the Imperium even other Space Marines Chapters form the Space Wolf Legion like strangers. However, treat one another as absolute family that are willing to ride with one another, fight alongside one another, and even sacrifice themselves for each other. Even the Troopers and Naval staff on their Ark Ship is considered family and no Grey Wolf will let a single crew member die or go on a day without a shared laugh. Like most Chapters created from the Space Wolves, they created their very own mead for their Chapter to personally enjoy.

Unique Trait: Grey Wolves are good at intimidating Xeno Beasts especially those bigger than themselves. They can also activate an ability called "Alpha Cry" that causes all beasts around them to bow in submission. This ability even works of Orcs and Goblins though not on Tyranids, it only makes them mad. Regardless, with this ability they can lead an army of beasts into battle to allow them to conquer any enemy with sheer numbers alone, not that a Grey Wolf would need such a tactic given their great power and their Artificial companion.

Arsenal:

Dual Hot Blades - Two Katana like blades made with sharpened Scorching Steel allowing the Grey Wolves with their amazing blade skills to burn and cut through any enemy. Nothing is strong, durable, or even fast enough to escape the wrath of a Grey Wolf so long as they are armed with these blades.

Bolter Rifle - Modified version of the original Bolter Gun made to be able to hold 50 canisters of God Blood with a total of 1,000 bolt shots that can easily make up for its lack of power and ammunition modes. Normally only possesses Incendiary, Cryo, Explosive, Electric, and Armor Piercing frequencies. For the Grey Wolves they also possess the Tracking frequency to ensure no enemy they shoot and survives manages to escape them.

Dual Electro Accelerate Pistols - Small handheld guns that are magnetically charged ensuring the pellets shoot at speeds of Mach 5. The gun holds six canisters each holding 10 magnetic pellets for a total of 60 shots each. Not really enough to dent a Tyranid's shell, leave a lasting mark on Necron armor, or even kill an Orc. But a well-aimed shot can certainly do some damage and lead to an amazing story for the Grey Wolves later.

Artificial Wolf Mount - an Artificial created by the Institue and given to the Grey Wolves to be both a mount and a companion. Made Flesh Steel that is strong enough to resist a Tyranids talons yet is able to move like skin when connected to an artificial nervous system. Given life through two brains one of a Xeno slave and another of a Xeno beast. Both brains are used as processors to allow the Artificial to act as if a real living and breathing wolf and use its mechanisms with precision. Listening devices within the ears allow them to hear even distance sounds the Grey Wolf probably can't. The nose is designed with the most advanced sent identifying technology allowing it to track smells even better than a real wolf could. Is given claws and fangs made form the same Condensed Ceramite as the Space Marine armor ensuring it can scratch and bite even through a Necron exoskeleton. It also possesses a tongue that can scan the biomass and blood of whatever it licks and send the data to Helmet Visor of the Grey Wolf. The perfect mount, bodyguard, and companion of a Grey Wolf.

Deity of Worship: Created form the Space Wolf Legion and thus naturally worships Leman of Freedom and Loyalty. They like to uphold his traditions of having parties after victories and celebrating life but also remembering to be loyal to the Imperium and each other. However shockingly they worship Jaghatai of Adrenaline and Secrecy as well, thinking that he is responsible for their quick and efficient kills.

Recruitment: When more Grey Wolves are needed the "Storm of Fenrisa" will go to a world that either has a church of Leman or Jaghatai. They will have the orphanages owned by the church's collect the orphans and have them sent to the Ark Ship. The newly recruited Applicants will fight one another with practice swords while both the Grey Wolves and the Artificial Wolves watch. They children are to continue fighting for certain periods of time every day until one of the Artificial Wolves starts howling. Afterwards all training will stop and the Applicants will be lined up and presented in front of the Artificial Wolf.

These Artificial Wolves will either be the companions of previous Grey Wolves who have died or newly created ones to replace those that were destroyed along with their masters. They will observe the applicants and review them to see if they have the strength and biology needed to become a Grey Wolf based on all data revolving the chapter. This process tends to be faster with newly made Artificial Wolves as those who had previous masters tends to pick out applicants who had similar traits to their predecessors. If the Artificial Wolf starts cooing and gently rubbing its head on the applicant, they will be selected as a Grey Wolf.

There is a chance that applicants will go on training and thus never be selected. However, this does not mean they will be kicked out as even if they reach adulthood and are never chosen are still offered a place on the Storm of Fenrisa. Weather this be a janitor, navy staff, or even a Trooper Guard. So long as they can handle their alcohol they will never be considered an outcast within the Ark Ship.

Applicants to become Grey Wolves will be escorted to the center of the Ark Ship where they will be placed in the Rebirth Pods. Once they are a Grey Wolf, they will be welcomed by the rest of the ship crew through a party where they will be expected to drink the specialized mead drank only by the Grey Wolves. Those that can handle a whole jug of the mead will be called "Brothers and Sisters". Those that take time to adjust to the mead will be called "Cousins". This isn't meant to be a full-on insult merely a playful nickname though to new recruits it can be quite annoying.

Cation Regarding Chaos:

Khorne of Sacrifice and War - Low Risk, yes, Grey Wolves love to kill for the thrill of it, but they are more tempted to have a good party and a good story rather than to spill blood forever. There will be the occasionally fall but through the millennium the Gray Wolves have found more and more ways to prevent this through comradery and family.

Tzeentch of Corrupting Knowledge and Magic - Immune, Grey Wolves live simple, and joy filled lives, they have no need to ask for more.

Nurgle of Disease and Decay - Low Risk, Grey Wolves do often live in the moment and thus can become stagnant or wish things remain the way they are forever. Nurgle can grant this for a price though most know better than to take on such an offer.

Slaanesh of Pleasure and Pain - Medium Risk, Grey Wolves life freely and chaotically, those that want to know something with a little more excitement, Slaanesh can be quite persuasive.

Malice of Anarchy and Vengeance - Immune, They Gray Wolves already live lives of freedom that no anarchy Malice can provide will satisfy them. Furthermore, a Grey Wolve who dies knows they will be avenged and those that are alive will keep the memory of their fallen brothers and sisters forever.

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