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July - 31 Character Headcanon Questions:

01 What is your muse’s sense of humour like? What’s their favourite joke? How do they react to humour from people around them? Can they laugh at themselves? 02 Do they believe in aliens? Have they ever seen a UFO? 03 How do they feel about the environment? Are they at one with nature? An eco-warrior? 04 How well do they work in a team? Do they cooperate well with others or prefer to work alone? 05 What is their favourite food? In their opinion, what’s the best kind of comfort food? What would they eat if they wanted to treat themselves? 06 How do they like to be kissed? What do they do with their hands while they’re kissing? 07 How easily do they grant forgiveness? How would they go about trying to earn forgiveness if they were in the wrong? 08 What activity will make your muse nostalgic for their childhood? 09 What is their favourite animal? 10 What is their cocktail of choice? 11 Have they ever been skinny-dipping? Would they in the future? 12 What kind of education did they receive? Did they enjoy their school days? 13 What’s your muse’s favourite thing about their hometown? How often do they go back? 14 What’s their self-image like? Do they like their body? What makes them feel good in their skin? 15 What were they like as a child? What hobbies or passions did they have? 16 What fears do they have? Are they irrational or was there an event that prompted the fear? 17 What are they like when texting? Do they write in full, grammatically-correct sentences or text speak? Do they use emojis? 18 Do they have many regrets in life? If they could go back in time to change one choice they made, what would it be? 19 Favourite ice-cream favour? 20 Can they play chess? If so, how good are they? Do they enjoy it? 21 Does your muse bake? Do they enjoy the process or the results more? 22 What do they do after a long day if they need to relax? How do they spend their days off? 23 What are their relationships with their grandparents like? 24 How big is their extended family? Are they close? How often do they speak or see one another? 25 What is their go-to fancy-dress outfit? Do they enjoy dressing up? 26 How do they take their coffee? 27 How do they show love? 28 How healthy are they? Are they conscious of keeping fit or maintaining a healthy diet? 29 Do they wear makeup? 30 How easily do they make friends? What’s a surefire way to kick-start a friendship with them? 31 How tech-competent are they?

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Tiise looked sympathetic, a little regretful, when it became clear his questions had stirred up some unpleasant memories. He recalled the other Primarch had mentioned a 'burnt Gaia' - that must have been his homeworld. How the Imperium loved to punish the innocent for so-called crimes they had nothing to do with! He'd heard his traitorous brothers' worlds had been destroyed in the same way and it made his heart ache. All those deaths, for no real purpose.

"I see..." he said quietly, not sure if how to express his condolences. To be free from the Emperor and his tyrannous grip was a good thing, something to be celebrated, but given how much Domitor had clearly lost he'd never say such a thing out loud. "We... never got to that stage. I saw the writing on the wall and left before the Emperor issued any orders. Judging by what happened to Old Haven - to the civilians and Astartes who could've leave with the first wave - it was... going to happen sooner or later." He sighed deeply.

The story of how the Star Boars had come to this place made him frown. Part of him still doubted it, said how unlikely it was. Said it was all just a trap - vanguard to a vengeful invasion force. But how likely was that? Why would the Imperium bother with trickery?

"The Warp is full of mysteries. Even after ten thousand years I haven't seen a fraction of what it can do." Tiise replied, thinking of the 'reality glitches' he'd seen in his long, long life. "I assume you're in no condition to make another jump for a while yet. We can provide you with any tools and resources you need to repair your ship and... work out if it's at all possible to return to where you came from. Or-"

He hesitated, not wanting to speak the words but knowing that Domitor's mind would go there anyway. They had to face up to the fact, the sooner the better, that the Boars might be here to stay.

( @the-lord-of-boars )

A spot in space among the Halo stars bulged before a tear in reality opened up as a ship pushed through. A Gloriana class with a pitted and horribly scarred hide slid from the warp’s embrace as Many more tears opened up allowing the Gloriana’s lesser siblings to exit the warp.

After forming up into a proper formation the fleet began scanning, collecting data to try and find the answers to two questions, where were they and would the wolves be able to find them here?

Visitors were rare in the Wayward Holdings - Astartes visitors especially so. In the past ten centuries, they’d dealt with the occasional Rogue Trader, treasure hunter, and Chaos incursion. Tyranids, Drukhari raids, and Ork Waaaghs were an ever-present risk. But an actual Astartes fleet, lead by the rarest of ship classes? That was unheard of. Unthinkable.

As the ship entered realspace, a dozen sensors pinged. Sensors on satellite- and asteroid-bound probes placed there for that purpose: to scan the void for any disturbance in the Warp. The ships were counted. Logged. Their scans detected in turn. 

A dozen alarms sounded on the Aegis Panoptes’ own Gloriana-class, the Aetos Dios. Circling the Holdings on an eternal guard patrol, it was first to receive the signal. At once the vast, ancient void-ship turned and set a path to the intruder’s location, a vast shark racing off to defend its territory. One that swarmed with remoras as the smaller craft of the Legion gathered around its flanks. 

As luck would have it, the XIth Primarch himself was onboard the Aetos Dios, helping replace and upgrade the ship’s many turbolifts. He dropped his tools and raced to the command bridge at once, uncaring that he was covered in greasy oil and in no way dressed for war. Tiise arrived as the other Gloriana-class came into view through the vast windows. Just a tiny speck in the vastness of space, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off it. His eyes wide, wings trembling, hands clasped in an attitude of prayer - his terror was clear for all to see. He swallowed and spoke, his gaze still on the ship. “…which Legion is it?”

The Captain of the human crew, a middle-aged woman with salt-and-pepper hair and many bionics, shook her head. “I can’t say, my lord. The heraldry they display doesn’t match any of our records. It must be a modern Chapter.”

Tiise’s wings sagged with relief. If they were a modern Chapter, they’d likely never heard of the Aegis Panoptes. They weren’t finally here to make him pay for his desertion. “Hail them, but activate the Jupiter Lance just in case.” he said, crossing to sit on the command throne. “Warn the rest of the Legion, too.”

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the-lord-of-boars Dabriel watched the ship as it lowered, taking in the smoother design. It was interesting certainly and he briefly wondered if that is what ships would have started to look like after the great crusade had ended. When the Astartes and the other Primarch and his astartes guard approached Dabriel looked over them with a judging eye. They were armed well and their armor was unfamiliar to the point that in his mind’s eye this meeting was far more akin to him meeting the ruler of a technologically advanced world to bring it into the fold of the imperium rather than meeting another primarch. After Tiise had finished Dabriel spoke. “Hello Primarch Tiise. It is good to meet you face to face at last.” He said, channeling all of the charm and diplomacy that he could. The lord of the Star boars was never the politician Guilliman was nor did he have the natural charm of Sanguinus, fulgrim, or Lorgar. “I thank you and the commanders of your fleet for not firing upon us immediately.”

In spite of everything, the fact he was being thanked for not attacking the ships on sight made Tiise laugh. A small, morbid chuckle escaped his lips before he could stop it. He flushed slightly and averted his eyes, meeting the gaze of Captain Veremund and his raised brow. Which frankly didn't help Tiise in the least.

Once he recovered his dignity a little, Tiise gave his maybe-brother an apologetic look. "Sorry, that's not funny, is it?" His wings shuffled awkwardly; he attempted a reassuring smile. "Anyway. Ah, rest assured we're not so... trigger-happy as all that. We don't tend to shoot first and ask questions after. Though you did give us quite the scare, I thought it was best to... give you a chance to explain."

He looked around from Domitor to his men, examining the armour they wore and weapons they carried with the eye of a weaponsmith and gun enthusiast both. Though part of him was still on guard, ready to flee or fight at a moment's notice. "So. What did happen? How did you come to be out all this way? I noticed your ship was damaged - your armour, also - so there must've been quite a fight. Were you running away from the Imperium, too?" He chuckled again.

( @the-lord-of-boars )

A spot in space among the Halo stars bulged before a tear in reality opened up as a ship pushed through. A Gloriana class with a pitted and horribly scarred hide slid from the warp’s embrace as Many more tears opened up allowing the Gloriana’s lesser siblings to exit the warp.

After forming up into a proper formation the fleet began scanning, collecting data to try and find the answers to two questions, where were they and would the wolves be able to find them here?

Visitors were rare in the Wayward Holdings - Astartes visitors especially so. In the past ten centuries, they’d dealt with the occasional Rogue Trader, treasure hunter, and Chaos incursion. Tyranids, Drukhari raids, and Ork Waaaghs were an ever-present risk. But an actual Astartes fleet, lead by the rarest of ship classes? That was unheard of. Unthinkable.

As the ship entered realspace, a dozen sensors pinged. Sensors on satellite- and asteroid-bound probes placed there for that purpose: to scan the void for any disturbance in the Warp. The ships were counted. Logged. Their scans detected in turn. 

A dozen alarms sounded on the Aegis Panoptes’ own Gloriana-class, the Aetos Dios. Circling the Holdings on an eternal guard patrol, it was first to receive the signal. At once the vast, ancient void-ship turned and set a path to the intruder’s location, a vast shark racing off to defend its territory. One that swarmed with remoras as the smaller craft of the Legion gathered around its flanks. 

As luck would have it, the XIth Primarch himself was onboard the Aetos Dios, helping replace and upgrade the ship’s many turbolifts. He dropped his tools and raced to the command bridge at once, uncaring that he was covered in greasy oil and in no way dressed for war. Tiise arrived as the other Gloriana-class came into view through the vast windows. Just a tiny speck in the vastness of space, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off it. His eyes wide, wings trembling, hands clasped in an attitude of prayer - his terror was clear for all to see. He swallowed and spoke, his gaze still on the ship. “…which Legion is it?”

The Captain of the human crew, a middle-aged woman with salt-and-pepper hair and many bionics, shook her head. “I can’t say, my lord. The heraldry they display doesn’t match any of our records. It must be a modern Chapter.”

Tiise’s wings sagged with relief. If they were a modern Chapter, they’d likely never heard of the Aegis Panoptes. They weren’t finally here to make him pay for his desertion. “Hail them, but activate the Jupiter Lance just in case.” he said, crossing to sit on the command throne. “Warn the rest of the Legion, too.”

[theangelofartillery]

Hello, dear! You've been visited by the random character question fairy! :D ~☆

What makes your character happy? What would they need to achieve to be truly happy?

“Peace.” Tiise answered at once. “I need peace, quiet, and stability. I’m not like my brothers, I can’t- I can’t be happy at war. Fighting and killing only makes me miserable. Aside from that, I need nature. Plants and greenery, a place to breathe fresh air and watch things grow. A garden of my own is a definite plus. It’s the only time I don’t mind dirt... I enjoy growing my own food. Knowing no other hands have touched it, with their germs. My machines and drones, projects to work on. And people. I can’t be happy alone.

But to be truly happy? The truth is, I don’t think I’ve ever been truly happy in my life.”

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Random Headcanon Meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

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War and Combat Centric Asks

♦ - What does fighting mean to your muse, and how different are they during battle?

♢ - What abilities does your muse possess that makes them an effective fighter?

♠ - What is your muse’s weapon of choice? Is it magical or mundane in nature?

♤ - Given a chance to learn and use a combat ability or magic they don’t possess, what would your muse choose?

♣ - Is your muse particularly merciless or do they leave their opponents relatively whole after a fight? Why?

♧ - Does your muse have any regrets about a battle or incident they had to fight in? Has it changed them?

♥ - Is there an opponent they’ve fought they’ve grown particularly attached to, love or hate?

♡ - If your muse were rendered unable to fight, what about them would change? Would they be able to handle it?

☊ - Give a list or description of particularly notable battles in your muse’s history. Do any stand out?

☋ - Does your muse believe in the ‘brothers and sisters of battle’ concept, growing close to their fellows, or are they distant from others?

⇖ - Is your muse attached to any particular weapon or piece of equipment they own?

⇘ - Has your muse ever used a combat vehicle or siege weapon in battle? Were they enthusiastic about it?

✓ - Has your muse ever lost anyone they cared about on the battlefield? Do they feel responsible?

✗ - Has your muse ever been a victim of friendly fire or been betrayed during a fight? How did they react?

☌ - Is your muse famous or infamous in their world for a battle or fight? Do they embrace or shy away from it?

☍ - Does your muse draw any inspirations for their combat style or spells from their past or the world they live in?

⇈ - Does your muse knowingly or unknowingly draw on any kind of power when they fight? Describe it?

⇊ - Does your muse have many scars or lasting effects from a battle? If not, do they keep any trophies or reminders?

⌤ - Is your muse uncomfortable outside of combat? Do they have problems socializing or relaxing?

™ - Do any inspirations for how your muse fights come from other media? List or describe them.

☎ - Describe your muse in RPG class or archetype terms. Do you actively push for them to be like this, or is it just a comparison point?

↫ - Is there a real life martial art or fighting style that you draw heavily on for your character?

▶ - Do you have trouble writing your muse getting injured or hurting others? Describe what process you use to deal with it.

[theangelofartillery]

The Boars' ship had landed where once the fruits of the miners' labours were loaded onto fat-bellied void ships and taken far away to be processed. But the machines were quiet and loaded away, ringing the edge of the empty plain like a still, silent audience to this strange meeting. Beyond them, the prefab offices and miner's dorms.

Not long after the thunderhawk landed, a white craft not much bigger than a Storm Eagle came into view. Like the vast ship above, it showed signs of exotic engineering, but by far better matched the designs of the wider Imperium. Its hull was a grey-green shade, the same white wheel of eyes heraldry on its flank. A cloud of dust kicked up as it descended and landed a respectful distance away from Domitor's ship. Once the engines were silenced, the door opened with a pneumatic hiss and ramp was smoothly lowered.

Down that ramp came Tiise Phaethon, flanked and followed by eight Astartes of the Aegis Panatopes. Despite his intentions otherwise, Captain Veremund had insisted on this honour guard, as had the Astartes themselves. Their insistence was such that their Primarch ended up bowing to it, knowing they only had his safety at heart.

Of the eight, only two wore Terminator suits. At his gene-father's right was Captain Phocas Veremund with his twin lightning claws and combi-bolters, his gleaming armour carved with storm-tossed waves and monstrous sea-serpents. At his left was Veteran Sergeant Valente Necchi, thunder-hammer in hand. The rest were clad in what seemed to be an advanced version of Mark IV Maximus plate, bearing powerful guns. One bore Tiise's psi-las in hand - a sleek, white weapon resembling something of Aeldari make.

"Domitor." Tiise managed a welcoming smile, hands spread and outstretched to show he carried no weapon. He took a few steps forward whilst his honour guard remained where they were; he doubted he had any 'honour' to guard. "I assume you have... a lot of questions. We both have a lot of questions. But to start from the basics: this is the Wayward Holdings, our little sanctuary in the Halo Stars. My home for the last ten thousand years. Currently three systems of twenty-six worlds along with their moons and various other celestial objects, though we plan to expand further."

( @the-lord-of-boars )

A spot in space among the Halo stars bulged before a tear in reality opened up as a ship pushed through. A Gloriana class with a pitted and horribly scarred hide slid from the warp’s embrace as Many more tears opened up allowing the Gloriana’s lesser siblings to exit the warp.

After forming up into a proper formation the fleet began scanning, collecting data to try and find the answers to two questions, where were they and would the wolves be able to find them here?

Visitors were rare in the Wayward Holdings - Astartes visitors especially so. In the past ten centuries, they’d dealt with the occasional Rogue Trader, treasure hunter, and Chaos incursion. Tyranids, Drukhari raids, and Ork Waaaghs were an ever-present risk. But an actual Astartes fleet, lead by the rarest of ship classes? That was unheard of. Unthinkable.

As the ship entered realspace, a dozen sensors pinged. Sensors on satellite- and asteroid-bound probes placed there for that purpose: to scan the void for any disturbance in the Warp. The ships were counted. Logged. Their scans detected in turn. 

A dozen alarms sounded on the Aegis Panoptes’ own Gloriana-class, the Aetos Dios. Circling the Holdings on an eternal guard patrol, it was first to receive the signal. At once the vast, ancient void-ship turned and set a path to the intruder’s location, a vast shark racing off to defend its territory. One that swarmed with remoras as the smaller craft of the Legion gathered around its flanks. 

As luck would have it, the XIth Primarch himself was onboard the Aetos Dios, helping replace and upgrade the ship’s many turbolifts. He dropped his tools and raced to the command bridge at once, uncaring that he was covered in greasy oil and in no way dressed for war. Tiise arrived as the other Gloriana-class came into view through the vast windows. Just a tiny speck in the vastness of space, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off it. His eyes wide, wings trembling, hands clasped in an attitude of prayer - his terror was clear for all to see. He swallowed and spoke, his gaze still on the ship. “…which Legion is it?”

The Captain of the human crew, a middle-aged woman with salt-and-pepper hair and many bionics, shook her head. “I can’t say, my lord. The heraldry they display doesn’t match any of our records. It must be a modern Chapter.”

Tiise’s wings sagged with relief. If they were a modern Chapter, they’d likely never heard of the Aegis Panoptes. They weren’t finally here to make him pay for his desertion. “Hail them, but activate the Jupiter Lance just in case.” he said, crossing to sit on the command throne. “Warn the rest of the Legion, too.”

[theangelofartillery]

OC Asks

 What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

 What is the color of your OC’s eyes/hair/skin?

 How tall is your OC?

What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

What is one word you would use to describe your OC’s appearances?

Does your OC have any markings, such as a birthmark or a scar?

How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?

What does your OC’s bedroom look like?  His/her living area?

What does your OC keep in a special drawer?

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her mother?

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her father?

How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them?

Who is the mother and/or father figure in your OC’s life?

What was your OC’s childhood like?

What is your OC’s strongest childhood memory? Why and how as that impacted him/her?

What is your OC’s imagination like?

How many times did your OC move as a child?  Which area was his/her favorite?

What does your OC think of children- either in general or about having them?

What kind of mother/father would your OC be?

Who are your OC’s closest relatives?

Who is/are your OC’s closest friend(s)?

Who are the people your OC surrounds him/herself with?

Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?

If your OC has a soulmate, who is it?

Why does your OC and his/her soulmate work so well together?

What are some things your OC admires about his/her soulmate?

How did your OC and his/her soulmate meet?

What is your OC’s level of education?

Did your OC participate in extracurricular activities, and if so, what were they?

What is your OC’s opinion of school?  What kind of student was s/he?

What subjects did your OC excel at?

What subjects interested your OC?

What is your OC’s dream job and/or current profession?

How is your OC working towards his/her dream job and/or achieved his/her current profession?

What are your OC’s thoughts/opinions of his/her current profession?

What is your OC’s biggest dream?

How does your OC react to and handle stress?

How does your OC handle anger?

How does your OC handle grief?

What is your OC’s greatest fear?

What makes your OC happy?

What kind of sense of humor does your OC have?

What are some things that greatly upset your OC?

What are some things that annoy your OC?

If your OC has them, what are some regrets s/he has?

How easily does your OC forgive?

What are some of your OC’s vices?

If your OC experienced trauma, what was it?

What secrets does your OC have?

What are some of your OC’s morals?

What are some of your OC’s motivations?

What is the health of your OC?

Does your OC think with his/her head or heart?

What are your OC’s thoughts on death?

What are some of your OC’s strengths?

What are some of your OC’s weaknesses?

How does your OC take criticism?

What does your OC think of him/herself?

If your OC could change one thing about him/herself, what would it be?

What is the general impression your OC gives other people?

How emotionally/mentally vulnerable is your OC with other people?

How does your OC display love?

What are some habits your OC has picked up?

What is your OC’s favorite drink?

What is your OC’s favorite food?

What is your OC’s favorite sweet?

What is your OC’s favorite season?

What is your OC’s favorite kind of weather?

What is your OC’s favorite book?

What is your OC’s favorite movie and/or TV show?

What is your OC’s favorite kind music (and song if there is one)?

What is your OC’s favorite form of entertainment?

What is your OC’s favorite color?

What is your OC’s favorite scent?

What is your OC’s favorite animal?

What is your OC’s favorite sound?

What is your OC’s favorite time of day?

What is your OC’s favorite kind of ice cream?

What is your OC’s favorite dinosaur?

Ask your own question.

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"More than enough." Tiise agreed. He saw on the map update as the other flagship began to turn. Tiise was about to speak when Domitor said his piece and the line was cut off; he was left staring at his own dim reflection in the dark screen. He shut his mouth and huffed; he'd forgotten to ask where they'd come from. "...I'll ask you later, then."

The other XIth Primarch stood, scanning the quiet but busy ranks of his crew and gene-children. A few looked back at him, automatically seeking guidance from their leader of ten thousand years. "Let's keep what just happened inside this room, for now? Our... visitors might not be staying long and I don't want to cause too much excitement or viral rumours of replacement Legions and alternate universes. And especially not any invasion scares. Do you understand?"

There was a general murmur of assent and Tiise nodded, satisfied. "If anything happens, I'll be in my chambers." With that he too left, leaving the cyborg Captain in charge as the Aetos Dios turned.

A little over six hours and forty-five minutes later, Tiise was boarding his transport. Washed, brushed, smelling faintly of lavender and sea-salt, and wearing the neatest clothes on hand: a simple henley and linen trousers with a long jacket, cut at the back for his wings, on top, and short boots. The clothes were in shades of teal and sea-green, embroidered around the neck and cuffs with the same bird-and-vine motif as his ship. No armour; he wanted to look peaceful.

Ploutos-3-82 was visible from the docking bay, a plain little ball of rock hanging in the void. One of many. No atmosphere and barely any gravity outside the miner's station, which was plain and grey itself. But it would do for his purposes. He boarded the Ahzek Ahzimof and the little ship took off, streaking away through the void.

( @the-lord-of-boars )

A spot in space among the Halo stars bulged before a tear in reality opened up as a ship pushed through. A Gloriana class with a pitted and horribly scarred hide slid from the warp’s embrace as Many more tears opened up allowing the Gloriana’s lesser siblings to exit the warp.

After forming up into a proper formation the fleet began scanning, collecting data to try and find the answers to two questions, where were they and would the wolves be able to find them here?

Visitors were rare in the Wayward Holdings - Astartes visitors especially so. In the past ten centuries, they’d dealt with the occasional Rogue Trader, treasure hunter, and Chaos incursion. Tyranids, Drukhari raids, and Ork Waaaghs were an ever-present risk. But an actual Astartes fleet, lead by the rarest of ship classes? That was unheard of. Unthinkable.

As the ship entered realspace, a dozen sensors pinged. Sensors on satellite- and asteroid-bound probes placed there for that purpose: to scan the void for any disturbance in the Warp. The ships were counted. Logged. Their scans detected in turn. 

A dozen alarms sounded on the Aegis Panoptes’ own Gloriana-class, the Aetos Dios. Circling the Holdings on an eternal guard patrol, it was first to receive the signal. At once the vast, ancient void-ship turned and set a path to the intruder’s location, a vast shark racing off to defend its territory. One that swarmed with remoras as the smaller craft of the Legion gathered around its flanks. 

As luck would have it, the XIth Primarch himself was onboard the Aetos Dios, helping replace and upgrade the ship’s many turbolifts. He dropped his tools and raced to the command bridge at once, uncaring that he was covered in greasy oil and in no way dressed for war. Tiise arrived as the other Gloriana-class came into view through the vast windows. Just a tiny speck in the vastness of space, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off it. His eyes wide, wings trembling, hands clasped in an attitude of prayer - his terror was clear for all to see. He swallowed and spoke, his gaze still on the ship. “…which Legion is it?”

The Captain of the human crew, a middle-aged woman with salt-and-pepper hair and many bionics, shook her head. “I can’t say, my lord. The heraldry they display doesn’t match any of our records. It must be a modern Chapter.”

Tiise’s wings sagged with relief. If they were a modern Chapter, they’d likely never heard of the Aegis Panoptes. They weren’t finally here to make him pay for his desertion. “Hail them, but activate the Jupiter Lance just in case.” he said, crossing to sit on the command throne. “Warn the rest of the Legion, too.”

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bloodymagpie A grumbled roll of noise echoed out of Brels Vox as he contemplated Tiise’s question and compared pings on his sensors to the echoes of noise. “A few clicks, maybe. Far enough at least I’m only getting movement returns thanks to the noises.” It was at least making him uneasy. Both sides knew where the other was.. but what was taking them so long to get to th- whatever he’d been thinking was rudely interrupted by the sound of an explosion the way Tiise came, and the dull rumble of falling rocks. “Mm. Don’t like that.”

"Clicks? Is that kilometers or something else?" The latter didn't seem likely, but Tiise knew phrases and terms could mean very different things in different places and it never hurt to be sure.

Either way, it was clear they needed to move out and very soon. He shifted over a last few files before disconnecting from the cranial unit's system and easing the cable out of the socket. Tiise stood, tucked the cable away, and took out a pack of wet-wipes to begin furiously scrubbing any trace of the magos' gore off his gauntlets. "I haven't looked too closely at what I have, but hopefully it should-"

Boom.

Tiise dropped the wet-wipe and leapt roughly a foot in the air like a scalded cat. Landing with his wings slightly flared, the feathers bristling with alarm. He looked like a startled feather duster. "Gamiméni kólasi! Tí eínai tóra?" he exclaimed, hand going to his psi-las. "...did they just block us in?" His wings lowered in dismay. He really hoped his vox would be able to penetrate the rubble.

"They just blocked us in." he sighed. "What a glitch."

[ @theangelofartillery​ ] [asked] [guard] for your muse to step between my muse and danger. Brel now has an eight-foot human - well, demi-human - shield, like a very large armoured swan. === Rumors had been spread of new Xenos technology, along with fabricated sightings and well placed rumors enough to draw the attention of the Odorous Xenos and more specifically of his particular talents. After all, if anyone was equipped enough to deal with both of those things, he certainly would’ve been if only due to his status as a forgemaster alone. Except, it had been a trap. Laid by the thing lurking in the back of his mind, and the followers of it’s dark machine cult. One that very well would’ve worked and freed Brel’s prisoner..  if it hadn’t been for the unexpected arrival. Brel had all but been wrestled to his knees, mind split as he wrestled with both his prisoner and against the magos, one of the magos’ servo arms drawing in towards him with what sounded like the whine of a drill. Then the magos was gone and a wave of anger and frustration that wasn’t his own slammed into him. A shudder racked through him at the suddenness of it leaving him shaking his head like a dog as a mechanical limb jerked and slammed into the ground as a low snarling growl crackled through the static of his vox. The magos themself had reared back in surprise at the sudden interference, limbs spreading reflexively to make themselves look larger, even as they moved to create space, dendrites seething in irritation. +So close…+ Then those optics almost seem to narrow, dancing between the two as though trying to weigh the odds. Brel, would be no help, but this new person was an unknown, and where there was one, there were more. Their vox clicked, and from somewhere nearby turrets began to start up.

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the-lord-of-boars “It…was…” Dabriel frowned thoughtfully as he tried to remember what the approximate date was when they had entered the warp and once he realized what he had done he felt a shiver of deep unease go down his spine. He was a primarch and he shouldn’t have to try and remember something like the last known date. He pushed the thought aside and a brief look to the captain brought it back as she signed that the tech adepts were having difficulties pulling the records. Something had gone very wrong while they were in the warp. He turned back to look at Tiise as he replied. “I think it would be best to meet in a neutral ground first.” He said, deciding to take the first steps towards offering a proverbial olive branch as currently all the olive trees the legion had been able to rescue from Gaia were in stasis fields.

The other XIth Primarch also shared a glance with his respective Captain, both faces showing confusion and concern that Domitor couldn't seem to remember something so simple. Tiise could've told him when he'd set off - 31st of Pyanepsion - in an instant. A suspicious poked its head up: perhaps the man's memory was scrambled. That could be why their recollections didn't match.

It was far more believable than alternate universes, right?

He was brought out of those thoughts when Domitor spoke. A neutral ground? Of course. It made perfect sense; he was almost disappointed in himself that he didn't think of it first. Tiise nodded, accepting the proposal. "Good idea. I agree." He tapped at the touchscreen in front of the command throne for a moment, frowning in concentration. "Let me see, let me see..." he mumbled. "Ah!"

A window popped up on the viewscreen, showing the location of the two ships and a nearby-in-void-terms asteroid belt. One of the rocky bodies was highlighted green and a set of coordinates were shown beside. "This is Ploutos-3-82, a minor planet. One of our remote mining outposts but currently uninhabited. Not what I'd call luxurious or even comfortable, sadly, but it's the only thing in this segment of space with a gravity generator and no other people."

He ran a hand down his face, wincing when he realise he'd just smeared a massive streak of dark grease down his cheek. "...the meeting may have to wait until I've washed this filth off me, though."

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A spot in space among the Halo stars bulged before a tear in reality opened up as a ship pushed through. A Gloriana class with a pitted and horribly scarred hide slid from the warp’s embrace as Many more tears opened up allowing the Gloriana’s lesser siblings to exit the warp.

After forming up into a proper formation the fleet began scanning, collecting data to try and find the answers to two questions, where were they and would the wolves be able to find them here?

Visitors were rare in the Wayward Holdings - Astartes visitors especially so. In the past ten centuries, they’d dealt with the occasional Rogue Trader, treasure hunter, and Chaos incursion. Tyranids, Drukhari raids, and Ork Waaaghs were an ever-present risk. But an actual Astartes fleet, lead by the rarest of ship classes? That was unheard of. Unthinkable.

As the ship entered realspace, a dozen sensors pinged. Sensors on satellite- and asteroid-bound probes placed there for that purpose: to scan the void for any disturbance in the Warp. The ships were counted. Logged. Their scans detected in turn. 

A dozen alarms sounded on the Aegis Panoptes’ own Gloriana-class, the Aetos Dios. Circling the Holdings on an eternal guard patrol, it was first to receive the signal. At once the vast, ancient void-ship turned and set a path to the intruder’s location, a vast shark racing off to defend its territory. One that swarmed with remoras as the smaller craft of the Legion gathered around its flanks. 

As luck would have it, the XIth Primarch himself was onboard the Aetos Dios, helping replace and upgrade the ship’s many turbolifts. He dropped his tools and raced to the command bridge at once, uncaring that he was covered in greasy oil and in no way dressed for war. Tiise arrived as the other Gloriana-class came into view through the vast windows. Just a tiny speck in the vastness of space, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off it. His eyes wide, wings trembling, hands clasped in an attitude of prayer - his terror was clear for all to see. He swallowed and spoke, his gaze still on the ship. “…which Legion is it?”

The Captain of the human crew, a middle-aged woman with salt-and-pepper hair and many bionics, shook her head. “I can’t say, my lord. The heraldry they display doesn’t match any of our records. It must be a modern Chapter.”

Tiise’s wings sagged with relief. If they were a modern Chapter, they’d likely never heard of the Aegis Panoptes. They weren’t finally here to make him pay for his desertion. “Hail them, but activate the Jupiter Lance just in case.” he said, crossing to sit on the command throne. “Warn the rest of the Legion, too.”

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"I r-remember. They also c-called me... an angel." Tiise snorted. Wasn't Angron known as the 'Red Angel'? He failed to see much that was angelic about him - he didn't even have wings. "I n-never liked it, even when I d-didn't know what a 'god' was." Old Haven had no gods, no superstitions, no psykers. It'd taken him a while to adjust to Magnus and his sons, even longer to adjust to Lorgar's. Especially since everyone else kept insisting they were delusional zealots.

He sighed. Of course it wouldn't be easy. Throne on Terra, what part of this implied it would be easy? He felt as if he was rotting from the inside. Most of his Legion thought he was going to die. Some were actively calling for his death before he dragged the rest of them down with him. The practical part of Tiise understood and agreed with them - he knew it hurt them deeply to say it - but it still broke his heart to hear. But worst came to worst? He'd do as they said.

"Of course I-" Whatever he was going to say next was, perhaps thankfully, lost to a sudden coughing fit. By the time he was done, Tiise had entirely forgotten whatever he'd had in mind.

The way Lorgar laughed at his fears and poked fun made Tiise's cheeks flush red in shame and irritation. Wings came around to hide his blushing face, dark feathers shielding his body from his brother's scorn. Offended eyes peeked over the top, narrowed in disapproval. "D-den g-gnorízo!" he squawked in objection. "I... didn't know what k-kind of person you are now. And I... I always assumed t-that if I c-came back, you'd hate me. For r-running away. Th-that if I ever- I s-spent the last ten centuries terrified that one of you, the Emperor, or the Imperium would find me and... And finish the job. I never knew who b-burnt Old Haven..."

Tiise grumbled. Magnus belonged to Tzeentch and the two gods were opposites, that much he knew. He looked relieved when his brother agreed with his appraisal of their common character. "He n-never made that suggestion to me... out loud. B-but I could tell he was t-thinking something like it. Sometimes. 'Course, the others were... n-not shy about sharing their opinions..." Coward. Weakling. Disgrace. Dishonourable. He'd heard them all and more.

"Hmm. I suppose. I... still d-don't know who I am, really. I feel like a lot of parts that d-don't fit. S-some kind of patchwork machine."

He blushed again when Lorgar rolled his eyes. How was he supposed to know what the Grandfather approved of and didn't? "Not that it does much g-good. I c-can't seem to stay clean." Tiise looked at his rusting electoos and sighed; the skin over them had thinned and peeled, revealing the crystal conduction material to the air. The sick urge to stick his nails under and peel them out was strong. Even if the thought made him gag. "T-these'll need replacing."

[@theangelofartillery] After ten millennia, the vanished XIth reappeared - and he looked terrible. His skin was cracked and blistered, hair limp and greasy, eyes glazed, and wings heavily molting. Rust and tainted veins surrounded his electoos. Tiise made a keening whine as he clawed at his temple. "P-please... Brother... D-don't let him take me! I- I don't want to rot!"

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Lorgar looked down upon the wretched form of his sibling. His gaze was that of disbelief and suspicion.

“You are not supposed to be here…” he murmured quietly. He had to stop himself from taking a hesitant step back. Tiise was not even supposed to be alive, at this point. One of his lost and forgotten siblings. And yet, here he was. 

Alive. Breathing. Begging not to be thrown back to whatever held him prior. 

“… don’t let who take you, Tiise?” he asked. His eyes shifted to the various features of his ragged sibling – the hair, the skin, the eyes, the wings, the veins… everything. Where did he come from? 

“What happened to you?” he asked instead.

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"...I don't know." Tiise said. His second attempt at calming himself was far more successful than the first; the shock and anger left first, then the maniac, morbid glee. Now he was more confused than anything else. A little tired. He regarded Domitor with something like sympathy. Not only had he clearly been in some great battle but he'd now been thrown through space-time to a place he never should've been. To a place where he never was, to be more exact.

He looked around. The crew and Astartes had settled; they all looked as confused as he did. Tiise signalled to the Captain to have the Jupiter Lance deactivated; if they weren't going to fight then there was no use wasting the energy. And no doubt it put the Star Boars on edge when the last thing they wanted was a battle.

"Look, should I... come over there? To your ship? We could compare notes on what we remember and I could perhaps look at your Warp engines? I've always had a gift with machines." he suggested, though he wouldn't blame Domitor for not trusting him that much at this point. To be honest with himself, he didn't trust Domitor yet either. He simply had to trust that causing trouble would be too risky for them. "But, ah, before that... What was the date when you set out?"

( @the-lord-of-boars )

A spot in space among the Halo stars bulged before a tear in reality opened up as a ship pushed through. A Gloriana class with a pitted and horribly scarred hide slid from the warp’s embrace as Many more tears opened up allowing the Gloriana’s lesser siblings to exit the warp.

After forming up into a proper formation the fleet began scanning, collecting data to try and find the answers to two questions, where were they and would the wolves be able to find them here?

Visitors were rare in the Wayward Holdings - Astartes visitors especially so. In the past ten centuries, they’d dealt with the occasional Rogue Trader, treasure hunter, and Chaos incursion. Tyranids, Drukhari raids, and Ork Waaaghs were an ever-present risk. But an actual Astartes fleet, lead by the rarest of ship classes? That was unheard of. Unthinkable.

As the ship entered realspace, a dozen sensors pinged. Sensors on satellite- and asteroid-bound probes placed there for that purpose: to scan the void for any disturbance in the Warp. The ships were counted. Logged. Their scans detected in turn. 

A dozen alarms sounded on the Aegis Panoptes’ own Gloriana-class, the Aetos Dios. Circling the Holdings on an eternal guard patrol, it was first to receive the signal. At once the vast, ancient void-ship turned and set a path to the intruder’s location, a vast shark racing off to defend its territory. One that swarmed with remoras as the smaller craft of the Legion gathered around its flanks. 

As luck would have it, the XIth Primarch himself was onboard the Aetos Dios, helping replace and upgrade the ship’s many turbolifts. He dropped his tools and raced to the command bridge at once, uncaring that he was covered in greasy oil and in no way dressed for war. Tiise arrived as the other Gloriana-class came into view through the vast windows. Just a tiny speck in the vastness of space, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off it. His eyes wide, wings trembling, hands clasped in an attitude of prayer - his terror was clear for all to see. He swallowed and spoke, his gaze still on the ship. “…which Legion is it?”

The Captain of the human crew, a middle-aged woman with salt-and-pepper hair and many bionics, shook her head. “I can’t say, my lord. The heraldry they display doesn’t match any of our records. It must be a modern Chapter.”

Tiise’s wings sagged with relief. If they were a modern Chapter, they’d likely never heard of the Aegis Panoptes. They weren’t finally here to make him pay for his desertion. “Hail them, but activate the Jupiter Lance just in case.” he said, crossing to sit on the command throne. “Warn the rest of the Legion, too.”

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Dream Landscape by Daniel Clarke