The Astronomican
A bright light had enveloped the lone marine. He was dead. He was sure of it.
For once in his millennia of service, he was warm. Not the artificial warmth of his armor or the burning heat of the sun or flamers. His soul was warmed by the mere light of the Emperor’s love. He was in the embrace of the Lord of Mankind. He was Home.
But he still felt empty. He had lost his brothers. They had reached the Emperor’s embrace before he had, and he would never see them again. Or so he thought.
He felt his body begin to take a material form, still within the light of his Lord. His Armor gone, all that was left were his bare skin, warmed by the feeling of a radiant sun upon his skin. A cold form pressed against his shoulder suddenly.
“Hello, Garvel. It is great to… See you again.” A disembodied yet present voice sounded. It sounded familiar, yet too much so.
“Don’t you recognize us, Garvel? It’s us.” The realization hit like a meltabomb.
“We’re your brothers.”
Garvel turned around to face the apparition, but instead only saw a glimpse of light in the vague shape of an Astartes. Solid pieces of light made up the form of the body, but glittered around as easily as water.
“Brothers…?” Garvel choked out, finally gaining control of his mouth. “Is this really… You?”
The figure warmed their touch slightly. “Yes Garvel. All of us. We are in the Emperor’s embrace here, and we await you as well.” They chilled once again, their voices sounding solemn. But wait. He was supposed to be dead… Why hasn’t he joined with his brothers then? Garvel thought.
“Because I do not will it yet, my warrior.” An almost deafening voice called out. But yet, it sounded soft, caring, and warm. “You see Garvel, brother. You aren't dead yet. By some… Warp trickery, you STAND here before us. And of course…” He began to turn around, only to be scooped up in the arms of the largest man he had ever seen. “The Emperor of course.”
Garvel could not think of a word. Here he was, being crushed in a tight hug by his Lord and Emperor. So he did the one thing he could think of, something he used to do as a child. He wept. He wept unto the chest of the Emperor he had fought for his whole entire life, bled for millennia for, killed untold thousands for. “And you shall not stay for long, Garvel. Yes, I can read your thoughts. I see what all my children see, I feel what all my subjects feel, and I die a little more with every life extinguished.”
“And so, to see one of them approach me in full flesh and the spark of life still within them, it brings my heart joy.”
Garvel’s smile was easily absorbing the tears his eyes had just expunged. His voice finally returning, Garvel managed to croak out a few words, “But my Emperor… Why am I here...? My brothers say I am not yet dead, though I willingly ended my life for you…”
The Emperor’s smile melted away any reservations Garvel had, “Yes my son… And you did. And doing so, you saved THOUSANDS of other lives. You and your brothers are heroes this day.”
“But you being alive is due to something more… Sinister than Tyranids.” The Emperor exclaimed.
“Chaos has taken you, my son. They have plans for you.” Fear crept up Garvel’s spine; something tinkering with his life was something even an Astartes feared. “There is nothing I can do to save you. But what you are doing will aid the Imperium as well as Chaos.” His Emperor said with a cold malice and determined face of marble.
“But My Emprah-“ “Fear not, My Child. I protect all of my sons. All of my children belong to me.” As the last words crept through his ears, Garvel seemingly saw a different smile creep upon the Emperor’s face. But before he could comment, darkness consumed him.
“My Emperor…? Where are you…? Brothers?” The darkness was absolute. Not even his own enhanced senses could determine which way was which. Nothing but everlasting darkness and cold compared to his master’s overwhelming light and warmth. And once again, the super human wept. He had finally passed into the Un-life.
He knew it was his duty for the Imperium, but that did not make the task and feeling any easier. He was gone. And now he didn’t even have the embrace of the Emperor’s Light, like he had been told he would since he was born.
Garvel wept for what seemed like days, but in this realm, he wasn’t sure. His mind would conjure images of foul worlds. He saw worlds where physics held no meaning, worlds where oceans were filled with blood, beautiful garden worlds that inspired dread, and Hive Worlds of debauchery and sin.
The Warp actively assaulted his battle hardened mind. Images of Terra burning, his family ripped apart, and the various and abundant ways to torture him pass through his mind for ages. Unbeknownst to him, the dreams were not his alone.
For the third time that night, Twilight awoke in cold sweat and drenched sheets. A mane shriveled and defunct the only clues to her past sleep. Her nightmares had been increasing in intensity over the course of the last week and showed no sign of stopping. Though she did not understand them, she FELT like she did.
Images of distant places and different ponies (and non-ponies) filled her mind, obviously not her own thoughts. But she found herself looking beyond what she saw and seeing the true horrors. Her own family, her own friends, her neighbors. They burned and writhed in pain as their eyes popped, their bones snapped, their skin peeling back, and many other forms of torturous pain and sadistic devices.
All at her hooves. And she enjoyed their cries of pain and pleas for mercy, a cruel smile always upon her face.
She dared not tell anyone of these dreams, seeing as the might seem off to many. But she kept and extensive journal on the subject, going so far as to describe the emotions she felt during the dreams. As she picked up the journal once more to detail tonight’s feelings and images, she felt a cold sense of dread eased over her mind once more.
“This journal is getting fairly heavy…” A quick look in her bedside mirror made her giggle, “As well are the circles under my eyes… Maybe a Therapist is just what I need…” She said.
A strike of the clock made Twilight jump to near comical heights. With a loud THUMP later, the clock droned its six more dongs before returning to the eerie mechanical silence. “Oh sweet Celestia, it’s already seven?! I had plans with the girls this morning!”
The swirl of magic soon filled the tree house as Twilight rushed to finish any and all preparations needed before she left the library, “Books organized by color and author… Check. Mane brushed…Check. Breakfast cooking… Make that burning… Check.”
One by one, the number of chores needed for a day out and the length of her previously made checklists shortened. She finally wrapped up the final chore, preparing a nice early breakfast for spike before preparing to leave. She paused to write a letter to tell him where she was going and to give a slight nuzzle to her best friend in the world.
“I’ll be back later Spike” she whispered, “Enjoy your day off.”
The soft click emanated from the door as she closed and locked the simple door as she walked off to begin her day with her friends.
Lamenters: The Bad Luck Brian of the 40k Universe.
1993508 Finally becomes a Space Marine! Chapter master of the Lamenters.
Space marines usually don't live for thousands of years unless they are blessed by chaos or they've been put into Dreadnoughts.
Old age for a space marine varies but is generally around 400-500 years, Logan Grimnar of the space wolves is over 700 and is considered ancient, however the oldest living non-dreadnought loyalist marine is Commander Dante of the Blood Angels who is over 1100 years old.
TLDR: A 1000 years of service as an for a marine is way too long, for him to not be rediculously famous and bad-ass. As a sergeant who was still with his original squad of Marines Garvel probably would have had a century or two of service at the most, probably closer to one century given the luck the Lamenters usually have.
1994040 Those with untainted Gene-Seed can actually live for eternity if they wish They usually die soon though, and as such their lifespans seem short. But those who are incredibly lucky can survive as long as the Emperor if they wished. Night Lords, for example, have lived since the Great Crusade without much in the way of favor of the Dark Gods and are LIVING proof of Astartes longevity.
I understand COMPLETELY where you are coming from though. I only thought having millennia old veterans would make the upcoming trials seem... Realistic.
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Most of the chaos Marines that were around during the heresy are still alive, because time moves differently in the warp, (Like how a ship traveling through, the warp can arrive, before it left.) to them it may only seem like a century or few decades since the heresy happened.
As for gene-seed purity being linked to immortality, I've never heard anything about that. If it were true Ultramarine's and their successor chapters would be noted for their longevity. I'm pretty sure only the Emperor and the Primarchs don't age.
As for his length of service making upcoming trials more realistic, I don't believe it's necessary. There have been plenty of young space marines who have accomplished amazing things before they started moving up through their chapters ranks, and a century of service is still nothing to scoff at, especially if you're from a chapter as unlucky as the Lamenters, even more so when you realize that most of that service would have been during their penitence crusade.
Finally, most characters in the 40k universe are so bad-ass that it's really hard to have an OC come off as a marry sue,(You're OC will never be more of a mary sue than Commissar Abram gaunt.) unless you going for it on purpose. Besides Garvel just had an encounter with the Emperor, he could have had only a decade of service and be really bad-ass, For him the phrase 'The Emperor protects.' could have a far more literal meaning
1994295 FOUND IT! I was looking on DakkaDakka about this topic and someone said that in Horus Rising, Black library pretty much said they were immortal.
And remember, those smurfs have a retard for a Primarch
And Garvel hopefully won't be a COMPLETE Mary Sue... But I will admit it is a shameless self-insert
Separate the paragraphs when there's dialog between characters. You did the mistake of not doing so a few times in this chapter.
Anyway, is Garvel in Equestria or is he somewhere else? His and twilight's destiny was linked together here, yes? Just wondering.
By the way, are you insane?! Roboute Guilliman is a badass of highest class!
1995573 When he was speaking to the Big E, I didn't separate their dialogue to show how the Emps kept interrupting
Right now, he is lost in the warp do to Warp Dickery. And you shall see if it is
LOL loyalist butthurt. U mad cause of your Codicks?
1996740 That's not really how you write it when someone interrupts the character speaking.
And yes, I am very mad. Prepare for Exterminatus.
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1996774 It was to only way I could think of, having a near god-like Omniscient deity and a pretty ignorant warrior
Lol, I am daemon foolish mortal. That will only delay my plans to destroy your precious Imperium
ok . Chaos can have the lives of men, all the secrets of mars even my sanity (i think that belongs to lovecraft right now) but leave the ponies un tainted i think they are the only good left in this Emperor forsaken place. But i still cant stop reading i enjoy it immensely i tip my hat to you warp filth(im saying it endearingly) cant wait for the next one
After all of the horrible shit and mind-screwing crap a Space Marine goes through, I can see that. Finally letting everything out.
So, Chaos thinks it has this marine, but really the Emperor is going to show Tzeentch just how far up the freak's ass His mighty boot can go.
4216768 You just went a little bit TF2 Soldier there. And I mean the boot up the ass part.
"This American boot is going to kick your Soviet ass back to Russia!"
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the god empire is on the hunt.................................well shit everyone get the popcorn were about to see a chaos god beg for mercy
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bro space marines BIOLOGICALLY DO NOT FEEL FEAR or sadness to say that they CAN is dumb because they CANT