Of course, befoing down to duke it out with another horror that crawled out of the asscrack of this nonsensical gaxy, we had to spend two hours in mind-numbing strategizing.

  I regretted not taking Seleh me, if at least so she could suffer this torture together with me and alleviate some of my own with her presence. As, I was alone and promised to only teleport her here when there was going to be some immediate fighting.

  Valenith would probably also love to e along… as for Zedev, the old Magos only came out of his cimed boratory to check up on the servers and surveilnce a day ever since I dumped the promised samples on him.

  A piece of Swarmlord, Eldar, and a little bit of everything else I had.

  I could have just… left him behind. Dumped him somewhere since he mostly outlived his usefulness, but I didn’t. Maybe it was just seality, or maybe I was just curious what manner of chimeric horror he could e up with if I gave him every tool and sample he could ever need.

  Who knows, maybe he could even make something that would inspire me to add new funality to one of my forms?

  “- of course my Lord, what a splendid idea. We shall do just that!”

  And there they go again. I was sure if I looked close enough, I’d see shit on all the human officers’ tongues from how diligently they were lig Guilliman’s ultramarit. To each their own, I suppose. I shouldn’t kink shame them.

  It does stretch this b meeting far lohan it’s supposed to be though. Not that I doubt he is doing it on purpose. Silly Primarch, I really don’t give a shit how yahis raid.

  I was quite literally watg mold grow in one of the upper ers of the strategy room, though sometimes I also paid attention to an especially nice looking crack slowly creeping its way through the rockrete one naer every ten minutes. In just a few hundred years, it was going to reach the wall. So exg!

  Why they even pnned so much was beyond me. If that Norn Emissary was even half as strong as they thought, anyone aside from the handful of Custodes who bothered to e help, Guilliman, Mephiston, and maybe me, was just going to be free biomass for the bugs.

  Well, who was I to stop them? Maybe Astartes plot armour kicked ihey set their minds on doing stupid suicidal shit like this?

  I’m going to have to test that … Plot Armour or Fate or whatever else you might want to call it. I was about 99% vi was bullshit, but I would have to make sure. Maybe see if I murder some named characters I remember from lore?

  I gnced around the room. Dante, Guilliman, Mephiston, and the Ultramarine Librarian whose name I fot, something to do with tigers? Anyway, They could have been an option for testing, but I wasn’t really up to spitting in Guilliman’s soup that much.

  Later. Someone smaller and much more insequential. Maybe a regur human who was important somehow. That could work. Either a meteor or some such drops on my head before I could squash said human, or I would know fate is a lie.

  It would be worth the loss of a drone …

  “ - Lady Ea?”

  “Yessss?” I asked distractedly, blinking at … human officer #5 who was …

  [Note: In charge anising the transportation of the troops.]

  Right.

  “Would you wish for a Thunderhawk of your own?” he asked, somehow managing to sound devoid of emotion and 100% ral in both tone and facial expression. “Or would it be alright if you travelled together with someone else?”

  “I have two tagalongs who also need slots, but I don’t mind not having one of my own if you ’t make space for all three of us.”

  “Uood,” he nodded a back to tapping on his dataste.

  The gist of the pn was for the Astartes to spread out and burn and explode everything on the upper levels while ae group headed down into the depths to clear out the ‘mai’ as they called it.

  Apparently, Guillimahe st week sending numerous scouts, servitors, and just about any manner of surveilnce down into those tunnels and now had a rather prehensive map of the whole thing.

  The only missiion was around where I met the Norm Emissary, but one lucky scout caught sight of a slumbering Norn Queen in a gigantic hidden chamber somewhere around there.

  Right now they were arguing about whether to take a detat of Space Marines down to fight the Queen and its guard or not. I thought it was a silly debate, seeing as we khe Norn Emissary could tear a new asshole to even Custodes, but who was I to stop their suicidal glory-m?

  All I o know was to follow the big blue man and hit the big bad bugs until it stopped hitting us back. Because that was the core of this pn. Go in, kill big boss bug, win.

  Simple and stupid will probably work with Guilliman’s Primarch aura bending fate over and spanking it like a disobedient brat.

  Because even if the capital F Fate was uo exist, the Primarch Aura was known to reality so the Primarch wouldn’t die a me death. Though it was debatable whether getting shanked by a Norn Emissary was a me death …

  Miicked by and the spot of mold spread slowly until finally, finally, someone said the magical words I’d been waiting for. “Alright. Let’s go.”

  I jumped up, barely holding back a grin. My one tribution to this pnning was asking ‘Why don’t we just bomb them from orbit’ and got the most venomous look from Dante imaginable for my trouble. I didn’t even uand his ao be ho, something about … preserving the p? Like it wasn’t beyond fucked already and an inhospitable wastend even before the bugs wrecked it even further.

  Not that it mattered. I would have had to scrub the rubble for a drop of biomatter from the Norn Emissary if they went with my suggestion so I didn’t really want them to accept it.

  Anyway, Battle.

  I headed out after Guilliman with a spring in my steps and grabbed myself one of the human officers to lead me to my assigned ride.

  Watg the handfuls of baseline humans that came with Guilliman try to pce me somewhere on the Imperial food in their minds was endlessly amusing. Like the man now sending fused gnces my way every few seds.

  Somehow, my plete disregard for Imperial etiquette, looking like a human woman and not having been bsted into oblivion by the Primarch yet, left them all in a stump.

  I only remembered having agreed to share the transport with other people when I found a frowning Mephiston surrounded by a squad of Librarians waiting right o the Thunderhawk my guide was leadiowards.

  This ride might be a bit awkward … I rexed my facial muscles, letting everything go x and leaving my face as still as a statue’s.

  “Hi,” I said, then walked past the t transhumans, and with a distinct ck of as with evei padding on them, I plopped down o random.

  A few mier they followed me in and sat dower the other. Without as much as a word. Theared at me and tiaring at me silently even as the ship rose into the air and transported us to our destination.

  I’m gd I decided to leave the others behind… this is awkward as hell. I sat with my eyes closed and just focused oing bio-energy and soul energy course through my body and applying some finishing touches to my new muscles.

  The bones had to stay, and the same went for the neural work so I could keep up my psychic ‘ductivity’, but I could upgrade the muscles a bit with my new special sample without degrading my Psychi.

  The bat Form though, was going to get some more extreme upgrades … especially since Fulgrim’s sample worked the same way the Custodian’s had and the finished geic tempte just popped into my mind the moment his blood touched my avatar’s eldritch tendril.

  Better yet, I could use parts of it to bi with the Custodes tempte to finish Selene’s new prototype body. I just had to actually give it to her.

  The ride took only half an hour, but it felt like half a day. Still, we got there finally, and I did my best to not look like I was running away from those staring weirdos.

  The ship op the high mesas with hundreds of others still in the process of nding or vomiting out Space Marines.

  While they did their thing I quickly went about telep in Selene and Val while Mephiston tio loom in the distah a single-minded focus.

  Val stepped through first with a grin that didn’t dampen even as he bowed to me, then turned on his heel to enter into a staring match with the Chief Librarian.

  I could feel their auras fring and g in some psyker measuring test I was unaware of, but it left me without Mephiston’s gaze stuck to the bay head so I was happy.

  Then came Selene, already covered in her armour.

  “I have something for you,” I whispered, leading her further away from the still-arriving Thunderhawks nding around us.

  “Oh?” She asked. “What? Neons? Did you get something iing from that ne- “

  She yelped as I sent a tiny jolt through her armour and gnced meaningfully at the dozens of space marines doing absolutely nothing about hiding the fact that they were there to keep an eye on us.

  “A moment, please.” Soul energy surged and rushed out of my body, strug a small dome around us which would let her light nor sound escape it, but would let both enter so we could still see the Marines busying themselves. “Okay, now we talk without them listening in. Sorry for zapping you.”

  Her helmet melted away, and she gave me a grin. “So, what do you have for me?”

  “The first prototype for your new body is done,” I said. “Do you want to test it now? I don’t think we’ll have anything even half as challenging as these bugs to fight for quite a while.”

  “Isn’t that dangerous?” She asked, frowning. “Testing isn’t usually done in a life ah battle.”

  “Ign the fact that you are just about immortal, yes it is. That’s why I’m asking you whether you want to do it. Though I think with the bio-energy stored in your armour, you hold any minor fault down until the fighting is done.”

  “Hmmm,” she stared out at the many Space Marines already desding into the narrow ravines. “You’ll have my back, right?”

  “Of course,” I smiled. “Though maybe just in a drone if you don’t want to face the things down in the caverns.”

  “What are those anyway? Did they figure it out?”

  “Apparently something called a Norn Emissary proteg a Norn Queen. The Primarch will be heading dowo mess them up so it's sort of a done deal.”

  “I do want to see him fight,” she murmured. “We’ll see. I guess it’ll depend on how quickly I get used to this new body.”

  “It’s just like getting new armour,” I shrugged. “Takes a bit of practice, but not that hard.”

  “Easy for you to say,” she took a deep shuddering breath. “You ge bodies quicker than I ge socks. I’ve had this body since I was born, it’s a little different. I think.”

  “Sorry,” I grimaced. “You are right.”

  She gave me a smile and hen spped her cheeks lightly. “Alright. Do it. I’m ready.”

  I grabbed ahold of the eldritch flesh of her armour a the tempte, the about gently and slolying that tempte onto Selene’s body after I shut off her paiors a her brain into a a for just a few short moments where I shifted her body into the new form.

  I pulled back my makeshift sleep spell and then slowly turned her nerves ba as she blinked awake from her quiap.

  I felt myself grin as wonder and joy radiated off of her soul in waves. She csped and uncsped her armoured fists and I heard the Hive Tyrant carapace her armour was made of crack.

  Selene froze in shock.

  “We will have to get you stronger armour,” I said gleefully, and she turned a teary-eyed gaze toward me.

  “Thank you,” she choked out before she gave me a radiant smile.

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