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fuukonomiko · 1 year

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Azkhal “Verdugo “ Tru’gall

Primarch of Commoragh

Kinda.

Lmao.

@hereticalxenos

By MachineRaven from Artfight’s Draw the Person Above You

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #Azkhal #lost primarch #second legion #Primarchs #Commoragh bastard

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lumi-klovstad-games · 5 months

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"No Love Lost" aka "Ailani Meets The Emperor Again"

A short scene in which Ailani, the recently returned Second Primarch, meets what's left of the Emperor for the first time in 10,000 years to declare her intentions. And finally get a lot of crap off her chest.

Gonna be honest, this is basically Daddy Issues: The Fanfic.

Ailani had made it before the Emperor at long last. She barely remembered what he’d looked like, if she’d ever known even a fraction of the truth of his appearance at all, for all his psychic posturing. But what sat on the Golden Throne was barely the man who was barely her father. A massive, decrepit corpse, more skeleton than man, more deceased than deity. Yet the pressure in her brain told her that something connected to that body was still VERY much alive… and it was at least somewhat aware of her.

The Emperor’s Daughter failed to bow or kneel, and this did not go unnoticed by the attendant Custodes. She stood there, sizing up this undead monument to a single man’s arrogance, ego, and mistakes. Her green-stained eyes looked him over. Her ears heard the whirring and clicking of the ancient machinery of the Golden Throne.

There was much silence for a long while. It had been ten thousand years, and their last exchange had almost come to blows much as their first had. Her last act in his Imperium was to fire on his soldiers and betray his trust by favoring her people above his orders. What was there she could possibly say? Would it even do her any good at all? Was whatever was left of the Emperor even cognizant enough to answer in any way? There was only one way to find out.

“I've returned.” Ailani said, breaking the silence.

Her head filled with unfiltered thoughts that were not hers.

TRAITOR

DISGUSTING

DISAPPOINTMENT

ABERRANCE

The Second Primarch laughed darkly.

“Yeah. It’s nice to see you too, Dad. I suppose we both are just going to have to accept that we’ll always be a disappointment to each other. I for not being who or what you wanted me to be, and you for being an irredeemably arrogant bastard. I mean, I admire your ability to consistently remain true to your character, even if that character has always been less than stellar. I'm not sure what was more impressive: your ability to remain consistently unpleasant around me or your knack for making enemies you didn’t have to have.”

ABOMINATION

MISCREANT

APOSTATE

REPUGNANT

“You know, I never liked you much either. But the ideals you sold me? Those were maybe the only good you ever put in my life. I never really believed in your Imperium or your Crusade. I certainly never believed in you – how could I when the first thing you ever did around me was express your revulsion for my identity and then try to kill my parents?”

FALSE

KIDNAPPERS

CORRUPTORS

HYPOCRITE

“Still refusing to admit you’re wrong. 10,000 years and how many wars to end all wars and you still haven’t changed. Well, you may not have believed a damn word you said when you poured honey in my ears to get me to come to Terra the first time, but they were words worth believing in. And as far as I’m concerned, you already got what you deserved.”

The Custodes reached for their weapons, but did not draw. Not yet.

SANCTIMONIOUS

UNGRATEFUL

UNNATURAL

BROKEN

Ailani let out a judging laugh.

“Ungrateful? Ungrateful?! My legion and I did good work. We did what we were told to do. What we were MADE to do. Made, BY YOU, to do. And we did it well. Our lives were dedicated to your mandates, your purpose. But because I wasn’t the child you WANTED, you never trusted us. You took my family, my community, my whole WORLD hostage to ensure my loyalty. But I did the work. ‘Maybe,’ I told myself, ‘maybe if I work hard enough, if I prove my usefulness, he might ease off. He might see that I’m just as worthy as my brothers. He might realize that he doesn’t need to hold a sword over my family’s necks to make me keep my promise.’ But you never did. Nothing I did was EVER enough for you! I will ALWAYS be a deviant in your eyes. A freak. A mistake. But I’ve finally realized, that’s not MY problem. It’s yours. And I’m done letting the people of this Imperium suffer for this grudge. I’m back, and you’re not. You can just sit there and simmer. I’m done with you, and I don’t expect I’ll speak with you again. I’m a healer. I learned triage a long time ago. I know better than to waste energy and resources on a lost cause when there’s ways to use them to do more good elsewhere. So that’s what I’ll do. The Imperium is wounded. It’s sick. It’s in pain. Untold teeming billions upon billions are crying out. They need help. So I’m going to help them however I can. They didn’t ask for any of this. Yes, they’ve done SO MUCH WRONG. They are so afraid and hateful, but that isn’t their fault. They’ve never known another way. It’s just another way they’ve been injured. And for all your faults, I know neither one of us ever wanted this for them. We both believe in a better tomorrow, and a better mankind to live in it, after all. On the oath I swore ten thousand years ago, I swear I will keep trying to make the Imperial Ideal the Imperial Reality. You can trust me, just like you always could and should have.”

The Custodes relaxed as Ailani turned to leave. She stopped at the door to the Throne Room. She had a feeling she needed to.

REMISS

THANK

YOU

̲D̲A̲U̲G̲H̲T̲E̲R̲

Ailani smiled.

“Maybe I will see you again, actually.”

#my ocs #warhammer 40000 #my oc stuff #warhammer 40k #wh40k #fanon Primarch #Second Primarch #lost primarch #fanfiction #Ailani #god emperor of mankind #emperor of mankind #dialogue heavy #female primarch #trans primarch

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kyuss6161 · 11 months

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#space marines #Warhammer #warhamemr 40k #warhamer 40000 #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #40K #youtube #video #lost primarch #space maids

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tagedeszorns · 2 years

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Tortured Rogal Dorn for @sonofdorn-vii's extraordinary story:

(this will be the only reason I will EVER draw Dorn with a beard. He's way too neat to not have a good shave whenever possible!)

#Warhammer #Rogal Dorn #Fanart for Fanfiction #Imperial Fists #ultramarines #Roboute Guilliman #Primarchs #Lost primarch #Warhammer 40k #WH40k

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grimdarknesstales · 9 months

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The Lost Primarch of The II

Name: Jovian Malleolus

Primarch Titles: “The unbroken steel”, “The conqueror of the machine”

Race: Human/Primarch

Sex: Male

Numeration: II

Skin Tone: Grayish skin

Distinguishing Features: Numerous arch tech implants and cybernetics.

Mutations: Blue glowing marks that go through his body that carry electricity

Hair Color: Brunette

Abilities:

Bane of the Machine: Jovian was born with latent psychic power and a mutation that allowed his body to generate large amounts of electricity. Combining these two factors makes him naturally gifted with the electromancy and technomancy disciplines, which allows her to manipulate, harness, and produce electricity and exert his will over machinery. This mutation is displayed with glowing patterns on his body. The downside is that he risks his energy base weapons malfunctioning when using them, meaning he needs special gear. Still, this flaw also allows him and his legion to be quite effective against anything possessing electronic or ferrous components.

Cybernetic Enhancement: His cybernetic has an uncanny resemblance to organic life that borders on mockery. This cybernetic enhancements gives him a physical boost and the ability to better integrate with technology.

Wargear:

Storm Breaker: A custom-made thunder hammer that harnesses, stores, and focuses the electricity generated by her body.

Storm Shield

Resolve: An artificer's Tartaros Pattern terminator armor which properly syncs with his cybernetics implant made to accommodate his electric power; this allows him to control any attachment on his armor easily. It also has some modifications that would prevent any attempt to hijack control of his power armor.

Backstory:

Like many of his siblings, Jovian Malleolus was sent through the warp into the unknown, ending on a planet known as node-23576. There the infant primarch's first experience was seeing a bunch of drones shining their lights on his container before trying to break in to take him somewhere else. The infant Primarch remembers screaming in fear and anger as the machine corners him. They finally broke in, and just as they tried to take him away, he released a large electric blast that fried the drones.

After this incident, he wandered off on that machine wasteland for days, looking for shelter and food, eventually coming across another group of humans fighting men made of iron. He watches them lose ground and be overwhelmed by the machines. Quickly rush to their aid, hurling electricity at the machines which cook their circuits. Once the dust has settled, the humans approach the large infant who just saved their life and brought him to their underground shelter. Down they took care of the exhausted infant, sharing what little food they had and letting him rest and recover.

During his time living with those human survivors, he came to comprehend their languages as well as to learn the situation of the planet. He learned how the planet used to be a proper colony, one that was quickly growing thanks to the help of the men of iron and AI, which aided in the development of their community, but then the AI turned against them, starting a bloody battle. For many years they fought and tried to reach out to other planets for backup, yet they never got an answer. Eventually, the machines were no longer satisfied with killing them; they started harvesting them and turning them into half-machine abominations.

Jovian noticed many, if not all, the humans that were there sport all kinds of cybernetic modification. They explain that hadn't figured out a way to remove the control of the AI over their cyborg soldier; they would have gone extinct a long time ago. With a goal in front of him, Jovian Malleolus, as he was named by those who find him, decided to take part in this conflict to recover the planet from the clutches of AI and its men of iron. Jovian was a quick learner and strong warrior; he learned everything he needed to survive the harsh world and how to fight the machines, which was a slow endeavor. Eventually, he took the risky option of bringing the dismantled machines to their bases to learn how they work dismantling, seeing their strength and limitation.

While many criticize this as it could endanger them, he explained that they need to know how their enemy works if they wish to have a chance of survival. Slowly this started to give them an edge over the machine; not only they knew how to exploit their weakness in guerrilla tactics, but it also allowed them to repurpose them into armor and weapons. Slowly they started to reclaim the surface. They took factories and reclaimed old colonial outposts, and thanks to Jovian leadership and power, they finally went from survivors to warriors.

The AI would refuse to go down as easily, and just like her human enemy was adapting, so would she. She started to produce new models of machinery to overcome their tactics. This proves troublesome for the humans and their leader; this forces them to reinforce what they claim and constantly change their strategies, forcing them to adapt quite often. As their progress continued to grow slower and slower, they knew that if they didn't do something, they would again be overpowered by the AI. Jovian knew they were getting cornered; they would need to do something and do it while they still could. There were a lot of discussions of what could be done, and many arguments erupted among them, yet they couldn’t agree on a plan,

Jovian sees his general and soldier bickering and fighting with one another, stands up, raises his voice, and exclaims that if they are going to waste their time getting on each other's throat, they may as well drop their weapon and let the machines harvest them. Furious about his observation, they questioned if he had a plan, which he did. We go for the AI and destroy her. They quickly rejected that plan; it was suicidal! Illogical! that plan would handle them on a silver platter to the bloody machine! Jovian then explained that was the point, the machine is logical, they are not; the machine is rational, they are not; the machine calculated its action, they are not; the machine thinks it can predict them when it can’t.

Their first victory came because they started taking risks, they were unpredictable, but now, the AI is studying them, their tactics, and their capabilities. If they want this war to be truly over, they must be willing to risk it all while they still can. While many refused to participate in this suicidal mission, others showed their full support and were ready to risk their lives to end this nightmare. The plan was simple, to isolate the main base of the AI and to set off an explosive where the core of the AI is; the execution was the messy part. The mission was as bloody as they knew it would be; many lost their lives and saw mechanical horrors of flesh and steel, some even escaping human imagination. Eventually, Jovian and his team made it to the core where the AI rests.

Down there, they were greeted by a horrific beast of steel, built specifically to destroy Jovian; its size tower over all of them, even Jovian. The mechanical abomination slaughtered most of them, with Jovian barely managing to best this machine and set off the explosive, taking down AI and seemingly himself in the process. The men of iron eventually shut down, and the cyborgs under the control of the AI recovered control over their bodies. The long war against AI was finally over.

All the forces eventually rally on the giant crater that once was the main base in which the AI was to recover the body of their fallen comrades and their leader, but to their surprise, their leader was still breathing, even if barely. They all hurry up and try to save his life, and while they manage to stabilize him, his condition is critical. His limbs were mangled, his organs were failing, and the worst part, they couldn’t find implants compatible with his unnatural body… until they searched deeper into what remained of the main of the base.

Waiting there was a custom-made cybernetic implant made with unknown material and technology only seen in the golden age of humanity, made specifically for Jovian body. The realization that had AI managed to capture him and convert him; nobody would have been able to stop her. With a heavy heart, they used those implants on their leader, saving his life but leaving a bitter aftertaste of their victory, as, in a way, the AI managed to get what she wanted, even after her death.

After the war, they slowly rebuilt and made their broken planet a place they could call home. They were recovering and fixing many of the old technology left from the colony days and repurposing and modifying the machinery built by the AI. Even without the machines, life on the planet was harsh since it was completely contaminated. Yet, slowly but surely, they rebuilt from the ruins, learning a lot about their technology and developing a new one, allowing them to thrive on the newly named planet Janus.

#muse #40k #primarch #lost primarch #warhammer 40k

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theunaligneddemonprince · 11 months

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The Lost Primarch of The II

Name: Jovian Malleolus

Primarch Titles: “The unbroken steel”, “The conqueror of the machine”

Race: Human/Primarch

Sex: Male

Numeration: II

Skin Tone: Grayish skin

Distinguishing Features: Numerous arch tech implants and cybernetics.

Mutations: Blue glowing marks that go through his body that carry electricity

Hair Color: Brunette

Abilities:

Bane of the Machine: Jovian was born with latent psychic power and a mutation that allowed his body to generate large amounts of electricity. Combining these two factors makes him naturally gifted with the electromancy and technomancy disciplines, which allows her to manipulate, harness, and produce electricity and exert his will over machinery. This mutation is displayed with glowing patterns on his body. The downside is that he risks his energy base weapons malfunctioning when using them, meaning he needs special gear. Still, this flaw also allows him and his legion to be quite effective against anything possessing electronic or ferrous components.

Cybernetic Enhancement: His cybernetic has an uncanny resemblance to organic life that borders on mockery. This cybernetic enhancements gives him a physical boost and the ability to better integrate with technology.

Wargear:

Storm Breaker: A custom-made thunder hammer that harnesses, stores, and focuses the electricity generated by her body.

Storm Shield

Resolve: An artificer's Tartaros Pattern terminator armor which properly syncs with his cybernetics implant made to accommodate his electric power; this allows him to control any attachment on his armor easily. It also has some modifications that would prevent any attempt to hijack control of his power armor.