//------------------------------// // 1. Why am I Alive? // Story: For Friendship and Adventure // by Jamis //------------------------------// Voices, thousands of them. No? There were hundreds of thousands, millions? Perhaps billions, no, uncountable. A chorus of individual screams but as a whole they seemed to converge. What were they saying? A word? A cry? What that, ‘WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!’ The sound vibrated through the man. ‘Who am I? Where am I? What is THAT SOUND?!’ the man couldn’t move couldn’t see anything other than light. His thoughts were muddled and being surrounded by other each seeming to say one thing to him. ‘I will not be bested by you beasts!’ he didn’t know how he knew they were beasts. The only he knew was that it from deep within himself. He found those words enter his mind as thoughts. His thoughts pushed back at the of screaming and strength he didn’t know he had, found him. His mind became clearer, his name came first. ‘Vulkan!’ his thoughts formed his name and he shouted into the sea of voices for them to hear. Ripples appeared, the sound that pulsed through him lessening. He in turn shook the collective shouts in his head. Vulkan didn’t know how long he had been at it but he continued to fight the overwhelming army of thoughts he contended with. Where he was came to him next, he remembered tackling his opponent and himself into a reactor. That must be where he was, the reactor of that metal giant. As for that sound, his sharped mind found the answer soon enough. Ork reactors were powered by the WAAAAGH!. He was currently being blasted by the collective minds of billions of Orks, if not at least several hundred million. ‘I have to get out.’ he began to push against the force being exerted on him. He couldn’t do it, he simply couldn’t contend with the gestalt consciousness of the Orks. He had so little influence on them, he couldn’t quite understand how to find a way out as well. They continued to battle, but Vulkan tired. His mind was not meant to take this kind of battle. But he couldn’t give up not when his people needed him, he had to keep going.  A pressure began to vibrate through him as his body responded to his command, “For! The! Emperaaaaaaagh!” Vulkan’s shout and conviction rattled and reverberated in the minds of the Orks. In that brief moment the Primarch had matched and changed the WAAAAGH! ever so slightly. Each of the parties was affected. ... The commissar looked at the battle before him, his men keeping their position. It was a wild mess out there, the warp disturbances they were sent to expunge were small but still a threat. However it appeared that some Orks had landed on the planet a while back, now the chaos demons they had found were engaging with the Orks. They were close enough to hear the two armies clash. However something strange happened, for a moment the Orks stopped. This was a massive collective stop. The commissar was confused. A wave of bright green light pulsed through the army. And just as they stopped a cry came from the entire Ork army, “FUR DA EMPARAAH!” The guardsmen sat back and watched as the demons they had been sent to kill were being pushed back as the horde of Orks held renewed vigor. Half of them didn’t believe their ears, some of them wondered if xeno filth praising the emperor should be considered good or bad. And the rest found it funny to hear. A cry came from the Warboss of the army, “Purge em en Fyre Boyz!” After the demons were dead the Orks seemed to return to normal, they were quickly hit with artillery and cannon fire. The Orks were cleaned up and the spores were destroyed. The officers decide that day that if they Reported everything that had happened they would be executed for suggesting anything like that happened. They would be accused of having their minds tainted by the warp demons. They simply omitted that the Orks had said some odd things before they were purged. ... Vulkan opened his eyes, he had done it. He was out of that prison of screaming. he began to sit up and take in his surroundings. A small crater around him. Trees, a forest by the looks of it. They were not the tallest, though they were taller than him. He was 11ft(3.3m) tall, wearing massive green power armor with skulls placed on his shoulder and chest plate. His form was massive compared to other humans. Even his Astartes sons were much smaller than him. The only times he had ever felt small when compared to another human, was when he stood next to his father and brother Magus. And that was before his brothers’ betrayal of the imperium. They were shapeshifters so not entirely a fair comparison but his father and Magnus had the ability to dwarf him. Vulkan looked around, the baldness of his head showed dark skin to the world. Hard to have hair when you were around as much fire as he was, that and his youth. He had left the hair competitions to his family,Fulgrim, father and Sanguinius mostly. He noted his hammer, Doom Tremor, was not in his possession, if he had it could find his way back home with teleportation. The Primarch began to walk around his surroundings. He mused aloud, “I am very much surprised I escaped that realm of non-sense, but I am on a world with breathable air too. I must find the nearest spaceport if this planet has one.” His voice was deep but not monstrously so, it held a friendly tone and an odd deep accent but not to the point of being incomprehensible. ... The previous night Twilight sat on her bed in the golden oaks library, she sat on her haunches and her wings were folded. The window next to her was open, a telescope pointed to the dark sky. Her eye gazed through the telescope, she observed the stars were gorgeous as ever. Princess Luna really did an amazing job, ‘How could anyone not love her night.’ Jab at the ponies a thousand years ago aside, she genuinely loved to learn about the stars, their science, and watch them. A bright red flash seemed to burn up in the atmosphere, ‘Ahh! A shooting star!’ This shooting star deep landed in the Everfree forest, even Zecora slept peacefully. If a Primarch lands in a forest and no one is around does it make a sound?