Camping Trip (Warhammer High)

This is a story created by Khor'neth for the purposes of deepening bonds between the Daughters via camping. This story takes place roughly before the events of Bleeding Out and Bound Fate. This is assuming that these events will not happen after the trip ends, as, after all, none of the fictions, including this one, are set in stone. Disregard as you see fit. One final note: I tend to favour the 'Traitor' Primarchs, so a lot of what I'll be writing here will be about their daughters. If you want to add some stuff about the Loyalist Daughters, feel free, just keep it in familial, jovial style.

Chapter One: How They Got There

'A camping trip'. Perturabo rumbled. The Iron Warrior was stood in his study, Petra in front of his desk, reviewing his daughter's latest report. 'For what purpose do you wish to go on this trip, Daughter?' 'Grandfather thinks I should.' Petra murmured. 'Daughter, speak up.' Perturabo sighed. 'Whilst I am capable of hearing you, I wish you to say things with strength and conviction.' 'Grandfather says I should. He says we all-' Petra stopped herself. She was well aware that her father did NOT get on with some of his other brothers, Dorn especially, and Remilia was also going. 'My father thinks so? For what purpose does he think?' Perturabo thought out loud. 'He says it's to deepen our familial bonds, Father. He says they're lacking.' 'Very well, Daughter. You may go.' Petra was a little surprised as to why her father had just let her go with no further questions- usually it was practically interrogation in the Perturabo household. Her attempts to find out why were rebuffed.

Meanwhile, in the Angron household...

'The FUCK does Father think?!' Angron thundered. He, predictably, had recieved news of the trip in typical Angron fashion- that is to say, he'd split both his log and the stump in half when Furia had told him. 'Yeah, Gramps says we need to develop our family skills or some shit like that.' Furia sullenly growled. A change came over Angron after hearing those words, like they were some sort of secret code. His rage, palpable as it had been, evaporated in an instant. 'Ok, Little Schnookims, go.' Angron said to his daughter, who promptly attacked him with a flying kick upon hearing that nickname, which she HATED with a passion. Of course, that was to no avail, as Furia was reminded when she found herself dangling from her father's grip by her ankle. She kick and screamed her head off, but with no result. 'LET ME GOOOOOOOOO!!' Furia wailed. 'Fine, go pack. I'll take you.' Angron told his daughter, with his carnivorous smile, reserved for good fights, select family members and his children.

Over in the Ravenspire...

'OK, Cora, you can go.' Corax told his daughter. 'I expect there will be much fraternizing...' he tailed off as he looked out the window. 'Thank you, Dad!' Cora squealed as she rushed forward to hug her father. Displays of affection like this were rare, and only ever in the Ravenspire, but the prospect of such a trip excited Cora in ways she didn't even think possible. 'You'll have to fly there, though.' Corax murmured, which brought Cora's elated mood crashing down as her thoughts swiftly turned to logistical problems, only to turn to familial outrage as she caught her father's smile.

Across Startseite, the scenarios were much the same- the Primarchs all agreed to take their daughters. Some lent a hand to the packing, some only readied the transports for various reasons. Whatever the reasons or circumstances, the Daughters were taken to a remote section of moorland far away from any civilisation, on another world even, somewhere the Primarchs hadn't visited before. The Daughters were dropped off one by one, building up to their full complement of 19 (don't forget Omegan). Tents were pitched, supplies were unpacked, and in the cases of Remilia and Petra, fortifications were dug and erected, though why, nobody could fathom. What was going to attack them all the way out here?

'Well', Isis said, stretching out in readiness for the rest of the day and the coming evening, 'what will we do?' 'Grandfather said to play this once we got here and were ready.' Alpharia and Omegan mentioned, holding a disk out to Isis, who took it, only to have it make a fart noise as she took hold of it. The Twins had done it again. 'Great.' Angela groaned. 'We're not here 5 minutes and they've started already.' Once the real disk was found, Isis loaded it up into a holoprojector, and a hologram of the Emperor of Mankind appeared. Though it was an automated message, His glory was still apparent, and each of the Daughters felt He was speaking only to them.

'My Granddaughters.' the Emperor intoned. 'I suggested this trip to deepen ties between you and forge new ones, as I have noticed in some cases- Petra, Remilia, Furia, Victoria- this is sorely lacking. The purpose of this is for Unity between you all. Over the course of the next week, you will experience many trials and tribulations. It is only together you will pull through. And I promise you this- you will have need of each others' skills, in all ways possible. Good luck to you all.' The Emperor made the sign of the Aquila before the message ended.

'So this isn't going to be fun?' Remilia asked, looking rather downcast. 'Don't worry, Rem.' Roberta smiled, coming over to sit with her. 'I'm sure there'll be time to play.' Naturally, this made Remilia squeal in happiness. Roberta, though she couldn't have known it at the time, was indeed correct- there would indeed be time for fun.

Chapter Two: It Begins

That night, as the Daughters slept, there were plots afoot already, and not even on the part of the Alpha Twins. The first of these was to ship a whole herd of grox to the planet (don't ask me what planet, because even I don't know- Khor'neth), and have them stampede towards the campsite. You heard me right. A grox stampede. I know what you're thinking- they would all get crushed and their property flattened! NO, actually. Grox, it turns out, having been lobotomised before being farmed, have virtually no cranial capacity, so anything startling like the screaming of 'WHAT THE FUCKING SHITBISCUITS IS THAT NOISE?!' on Furia's part or the flicking on of lights on the part of most of the other daughters will startle them greatly, causing one of two things. Either a) the grox rears up in fear before running away or b) they radically change direction away from the campsite. Nevertheless, some grox charged right between the tents before passing on and away. The Daughters are superhuman in their own right, but in the dead of night, with no light to see what's charging around, it's pretty scary. The Daughters actually ended up leaving their own tents and scrambling for the tents of Remilia and Petra, as they were the fortified ones. Whilst all the Daughters managed to get into the two tents safely, the most bizarre development of the night was what happened to the owners themselves- both Remilia and Petra had heard the commotion, looked out of their flaps and seen the charging herd. Fearing for their lives, each, in a panic, ran into the other's tent, as they considered it was better fortified than her own. This, as you might imagine, caused much hilarity when the whole episode was over, though not on the part of those two. The situation was turning out like father, like daughter.

'Remilia Dorn, what is the meaning of this?!' Petra screamed, face Mechanicum-red in anger. 'I could ask you the same thing, Petra!' Remilia screamed back. The situation was escalating quickly. Roberta and Victoria attempted to stop the two quarrelling sisters, only to find them shove them aside and onto the ground in their fury. Clearly this was going to turn into a catfight, unless somebody did something to stop them, which none of the Daughters could, partly out of awe for the two, but Remilia particularly, as she'd never been seen this angry before. Even Furia resisted going any closer, kicking both the Alpha Twins when they attempted to do so.

When those two met, it was fists, nails and feet flying as the two laid into each other, slamming each other onto the floor or into other tents. Notable moments from that encounter were Remilia throwing Petra into Furia's tent, only for Petra to return with a flying kick, sending Remilia into Lyra's tent. Petra went on to pull Remilia's hair, only for her to reply with a natural elbow to the stomach (c'mon, admit it, you've seen that whenever someone's in something to do with the head). Remilia's straight punch to the face was met with a kick to the jaw, and Petra recieved a foot in the nether region when she punched Remilia in the stomach. The fight ended with both girls rolling around on the floor trying to pin the other, tangled up in a mess of hair, hands and feet, before both rolled into Petra's trench and collapsed with exhaustion at the same moment, almost as if someone had flicked a switch and stopped the fight.

'Should we get them out and clean them up?' Farah asked. 'Nah', Angela replied, 'they've come this far,let them work out what there is left on their own.' 'I dunno though...' Venus mumbled, though she left with the others. The two did eventually pick themselves up after most of the Daughters had left, muddied and bloodied. They shared a look. To the casual observer, it would appear no more than a cursory glance, but to them, it spoke volumes. In particular, Petra's look had a tone of respect that Remilia had never seen before.

Victoria was in the plunge pool of a waterfall near the camping site (I DID mention they were on a Paradise World, did I not?), washing herself and generally minding her own business, when she saw Furia slide into the pool a short distance away. Two emotions churned around inside her- her feeling of stylish superiority over the daughter of Angron, and fear- Victoria well knew of her cousin's combat prowess, and of her dislike for her, though the feeling was mutual, really. Victoria's fear increased as Furia came closer. Angron's daughter usually kept her distance like Victoria was radioactive. This suited Victoria fine, but Furia was a tad too close for comfort right now. 'Is this it? My death?' Victoria asked as Furia continued to advance. Furia said nothing, just continued to come closer, before slipping into the falls with her cousin. Victoria was more than a little confused by this- usually Furia would have thrown abuse or a fist by now. 'Furia? What is up with you?' Victoria asked, her bewilderment clear. That got a response- Furia grabbed her with one hand, pulling her closer whilst growling at her. 'I'm FINE, Victoria. Just FINE.' Furia snarled before pushing her cousin away violently. Victoria's curiosity, if it hadn't been aroused before, was very much active now. Furia wasn't usually this- placid. Something was wrong, and Victoria, against her better instincts, made a silent resolution to find out just what was wrong.

It was when Victoria had left the plunge pool that she started to investigate, heading straight back to the campsite where they had pitched their tents. The only ones around were Kelly and Cora, but they weren't about to start looking for their cousins in the morning- Kelly in particular was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. Victoria looked around and found the blue-and-white tent with the World Eaters heraldry on it. Summoning her courage (which is more than you think), Victoria pushed the tent flap aside and went in. If Furia was to find her in here, she thought, she'd be lucky to escape at all. However, Furia was less subtle than a primed cyclonic warhead, so if she was coming, Victoria would hear her before Furia got anywhere near the campsite and be out of that tent like a shot.

Just as Victoria expected, Furia's tent was a mess- you name it, it was strewn around the tent like a tornado had come in. In a way, Victoria thought, it had. She had no idea what she was looking for, just something to explain her cousin's mood. As she sifted through camping mugs, parachute cord and various bladed weapons (as World Eaters tend to carry), she happened upon a small journal with the World Eaters crest on the cover, but the scrawls across the cover said it was much more than a notebook, as it appeared. That, and the ECKSBAWKS FUCKHUEG padlock on it. Fortunately, Victoria was a little more skilled in certain skills than she let on, such as the picking of locks. It was child's play to get the lock off and open it up. Victoria trawled through pages of angry scribbling and scrawling before she got to a part that was actually legible. Now she had something! Furia's diary was actually a lot more complex than one who only saw her in passing would believe, like you or I, it contained a LOT more than tirades about school and derogatory comments about her cousins[[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000