Female Primarchs

A bit of writefagging based on a quote from Malcador the Sigillite:

“You brothers--such a nest of rivalries. I warned him to make you sisters, that it would make things more civilized. He thought I was joking, I wasn't."

If I or anyone else decides to write PROMOTIONS based on this idea, put em here.

Changes

Genders and Loyalties

Female

Horus (loyal, replaces Roboute, killed by Lorgar at Imperial Palace). Possible Names: Hera, Isis.

Fulgrim (traitor, killed by Ferrus on not!Istvaan after stupid amounts of shipping in the Great Crusade) Possible Names: Phoebe, Felicia, Salem.

Alph/Omegon (whole legion female, loyalties split between two primarchs) Possible Names: Alpharia and Omega ( Was there any other choice?)

Lorgar (replaces Horus as arch traitor, Word Bearers become a huge legion, seems like she's the best conqueror until all her planets rise up as chaos minions) Possible names: Lilith, Eve, Pandora.

Russ (loyal, tsundere A.F. with Magnus) Possible Names: Freyja, Sif, Leman (too badass to change).

Khan (loyal) Possible Names: Jagha, Jade.

Dorn (loyal) Possible Names: Regalia, Hadria, Constantia.

Angron (traitor, becomes very passive-aggressive instead of straight rage) Possible Names: Angra, Pyrrha.

Roboute (traitor) Possible Names: Julia, Roberta, Zenobia.

Male

Ferrus (kills Fulgrim, but gets very upset over what he's done and starts indiscriminately murdering people until he is killed. Amplifies FLESH IS WEAK among surviving IH)

Magnus (loyal)

Morty (traitor)

Curze (traitor)

Lion (ALWAYS LOYAL TO THE EMPRAH)

Vulkan (loyal, still best bro of all time)

Corax (loyal)

Sanguinius (goes traitor with roboute, form their own Imperium Secundus)

Perturabo (loyal, builds autistic walls with Dorn)

Misc

I might switch the loyalties of IH and EC.

Basically Lorgar and Horus are the two "favored children." Emperor roasts Colchis still, but this time with Horus instead of Rawbutt Girlyman. Lorgar seems to acquiesce and goes on a win streak, taking thousands of worlds and expanding her legion mightily. Magnus and Russ bang on Ullanor. All is well.

But Fulgrim feels let down by the growing oppression of the Imperium, and her desire for perfection allows her to join with Lorgar. Similarly, Roboute and Sanguinius feel that their own empire could do much better than the Emperor. Angron and Curze are insane, Morty gets dragged into things, and before you know it: HERESY!

Burning of Prospero: Magnus discovers Lorgar's shenanigans, fucks shit up on Terra by accident, Russ comes over and they talk it out. Magnus heads to Terra and splits most of his soul from his body to sit on the Golden Throne while he leads the 1k Sons (also, dammit, the Thousand Daughters would have been perfect).

Now the Emperor is out and about with the Custodes to go fuck up some traitors. Lured into trap somehow, loyalists BTFO. not!Istvaan happens, Ferrus and Fulgrim die. More shit happens. Slowly pushed back to Terra.

Final battle happens in front of the Golden Throne. Lorgar is trying to summon daemons, so Magnus is forced to sit bodily upon the Throne to keep the portal closed while the Emperor helps. Horus duels Lorgar and is killed. Emperor fights Lorgar, gets fucked up. Random mysterious guardsman stops the final blow for a whole two seconds before getting his soul mind-raped.

While Lorgar focused her psychic abilities on the guardsman, Emps siezes the moment to strip the influence of the Chaos Gods away. They look sadly at each other and then Emps kills Lorgar once and for all.

Stories

The Emperor Meets Queen Russ

The door of the great hall washed open, moved by wind, accompanied by a stranger. Cheering, bantering and drinking halted at once, so sudden was the change. The air itself turned to a warm darkness from the usual biting chill of Fenris.

The hooded figure strode between the long tables, his cloak tracked by dozens of blue eyes, until at last the long wind ceased; the leaves no longer blew in from outside; and the man stopped before the dais, his hood already off of his head without a single movement, his force of will holding the guards from approaching him.

Queen Russ glanced down at the stark, handsome face, black hair streaming from his head. She took a lazy gulp from her mug and regarded him for a moment more.

"And who might you be?"

A waiting pause.

"Just a traveller."

A cool drink.

"A simple wanderer does not have such a force about him."

His eyes did not move from hers.

"I have not said I am simple."

Hers rolled and rested again.

"Alright. If you will not tell me who you are, then what are you?"

"Strength and destiny."

With that, the queen's countenance walked from feigned boredom to blushing, righteous anger.

"Stronger than me? Wiser than the Rune Seers? I have bested every man, every army, that has challenged me. I was raised by a she-wolf and a king. I slay mighty beasts. I rule justly and peacefully. The priests say the stars themselves are my watchers. And you say you are strength? You say you are destiny?"

The stranger's eyes were calm and his words stayed smooth:

"You words are artful in rage, so I tell you this: I journey from the stars, and soon will return there."

The queen's vision narrowed, blonde hair descending over her icy gaze freezing into steel.

"If you are so destined, stranger, then how about a challenge? Or a series thereof. I will test you, as is the way of Fenris."

"I will go your way."

"Then prepare yourself."

The queen rose from the throne, revealing her massive height, strength, and regalia. The pelt of a massive creature rounded her shoulders, but dropped as she unclasped her cloak. Blue and black clothing shrouded her, and her muscles pressed at seams. She tightened a thick, sandy braid into a bun.

The first challenge was eating. Whole turkeys lay before the competitors, and they raced to finish them. The queen trounced the stranger.

The next test was drink. For a whole day and night, mead and wine flowed in rivers. The queen outlasted the cloaked man.

At last came combat. Russ fought brutally, wildly, yet with the skill and speed of a veteran. The bout took dawn away from dusk, but at last the man felled the queen with a heavy punch.

Waking quickly from unconsciousness, the queen looked up to see the man--no longer shrouded in the dim but blazing with golden light, perfect crown and armor enveloping his colossal figure.

"I am the Emperor of all Mankind. I go now to begin a great quest, a crusade, to reclaim the lost worlds of our people. You are my long-lost daughter, Queen Leman Russ, and you shall have a mighty legion of warriors to conquer the stars at my side with your siblings. Will you join me?"

Breathless and amazed, Russ knelt before the golden giant. Her whole array of supporters followed suit.

"Stranger. Emperor. Father. You have proven your might, and have Fenris at your back."

Discovery of Lilith Aurelian

The Thunderhawk touched down gently in the central square of the city, and the vibrant angels that descended from its ramp left the citizens of Colchis wide-eyed.

Scars of battle traced their fingers around the once-mighty buildings. A thin, grey dust stung Hera's eyes as the wind pulled it from the ground and toyed with it. Before the group lay a wide perron ascending into a temple-like structure adorned in burnished bronze--seemingly undamaged.

For a moment, the Emperor stood alone at its foot, a golden giant looking upwards, like he was searching for something in the sculpted pantheon marking the top of the structure. He turned back to Hera, Magnus, and their warriors, and bade them come forth.

As they ascended the staircase, the eyes of thousands of Colchisians stared on in cautious, perilous interest. Hera and Magnus shared a wary glance, uncertain what the silent crowd would do; the Emperor seemed unconcerned. The Luna Wolves and Thousand Sons trodded on behind them, unflinching.

Towering doors stood at the front of the temple, their facades carved with scenes of battle, religion, and righteousness. Emblazoned at the top was a single, giant cat's eye. Somehow, the cat's pupil slit seemed infinitely dark, as though the obsidian was drawing Hera into its depths. She snapped out of it with a shiver.

A latch unlocked with a resounding thunk, and the bronze entryway creaked open at a crawl, two small servants pulling it open on either side.

The hall they entered was lit only with torches and braziers, and the gold-bronze panelling tugged the light to its surfaces greedily. Though it was a grand creation, Hera could not shake the impression of feudal darkness looming off of the stars and symbols among the walls. Anguish and suffering lurked in this place, and they were seeping out.

At the far end of the long hall was a stone throne, empty. Hera realized its owner was most likely the woman striding towards them. They locked eyes for a tiny second, and in that moment Hera saw uncertainty meet her own confused expression, the distant red irises probing Hera's green.

As the glance broke off, the woman stopped, and shock overtook her as she saw the Emperor and dropped to one knee.

"My God! My Lord! You are the ones I have seen in my visions," though she threw another quick, odd glance at Hera, "I have fought for your glory on Colchis, and have conquered false faiths in your name!"

At this Hera took a sharp breath and looked to the Emperor. His visage remained stoic as the woman carried on exalting him.

"--this world is yours, we have thrown off the yoke of lies and see you as our one True God. Ask of us anything, and we shall--"

"I am not your God," the Emperor said over her.

Stunned, the woman at last broke off her prattling.

"W-what?" she stuttered.

"There are no gods. There are people. There is no faith. There is reason. There are no miracles. There is science. This is the creed of the Imperial Truth, the truth I will bring to the galaxy--at the tip of a sword, if I must. I am the Emperor of Mankind--its ruler, but not its god. I created you, Lilith Aurelian, to be one of my generals, to lead this crusade of intellect alongside your siblings. You have learned the ways of war, but you must unlearn your religion if you are to serve me. I shall give you command of a mighty legion of warriors and the resources of my Imperium will be at your disposal. Do you accept?"

Without a moment's pause: "Of course, my lord! But, but how did you--"

"Fear not. Worry not. Rise. You will learn of my power in time, but feel now the strength of purpose within you. We go to conquer the galaxy and bring Man into a new golden age."

The woman stood, gazed up into the Emperor's eyes, and her fervor relented.

"I will try, my lord."

The Emperor smiled and said, "Good. I should introduce you to your brother and sister here. This is Magnus the Red of the Thousand Sons," he said, gesturing to the red giant, "and this is Hera Lupercal of the Luna Wolves. They and your other siblings can help guide you as you adapt to your new task. If you have anything you wish to bring with you, gather it now. We must depart soon, and bring you to your sons."

Ferrus and Phoebe (Fulgrim) Fight Against the Diasporex

The hull of the xenos station melted away as the assault claws punched in and disgorged their deadly occupants. Immediately the forces of the tenth and third legions were assailed by fifty Diasporex marines, alien lasrifles punching holes through armor, cybernetics, and flesh. The Astartes responded in kind. Bolters pounded through the enemy. Meltaguns seared bodies through bulkheads. Though both sides took casualties, only one fell screaming.

Phoebe and Ferrus leapt from their own transport and immediately rushed down the wide hangar with their command squads, small arms fire plinking off their masterwork armor harmlessly as they thundered into the foe.

Phoebe rushed one human combatant and decapitated him, ignoring his pitiful weapon. One xeno tried to tackle her and plunge a knife through her power armor, but as he went for her legs she had already spun around and shattered his face with a knee. She swung at another, and another, and launched into a dance of war, her sword whirling, plunging through hearts, severing limbs, cracking armor plates, ending lives. Phoebe reveled in their cries and longed to feel their lifeblood against her skin.

The last human standing rushed at Ferrus from behind, bellowing a war cry and brandishing a power axe. Phoebe cut his legs out from under him just as he was about to try the same to the Gorgon. Ferrus turned only as the man was shot dead by one of his guard. As they locked eyes through their visors, Phoebe uttered an absurd giggle, which Ferrus returned as a hefty laugh.

Just then, more defenders rushed through the main passage, weapons fire splitting the air again as heavy bolters tried to cut them down. A multi-melta erased one of the Gorgon Terminators beside the Primarchs, forcing them to take cover. Grenade launchers peppered their armor with shrapnel. Laser beams and plasma blasts pressed in on the Astartes.

"We need to get up there!" Phoebe shouted through her vox.

Ferrus nodded and keyed to his gunners, "Cover us!"

The remaining bolters pressed the defenders near the siblings into their own cover.

"Now!" Ferrus shouted.

With inhuman speed for their massive armor, Phoebe and her Phoenixes vaulted up the steps to the Diasporex position, and immediately began sowing mayhem and terror in the ranks of the foe as their spears and swords ripped apart flesh. The Medusans came close behind, crushing any opponents in heavy armor with their cog-head axes, thunder hammers, and even their fists.

As the special weapons of the Diasporex were silenced, the Iron Hands breacher squads began to advance, and the last of the resistance was eliminated with mass-reactive shells.

"We should press on quickly to the command center," Phoebe voxed to Ferrus.

"You go ahead. Take the hidden passage we scanned earlier," he replied, "and we will plunge into their thickest defenses to draw them away."

Phoebe sighed. "Don't waste your lives on our account. We should fight together."

"Our troops are already doing the same in the rest of the station. Hurry! Finish this menace once and for all," he urged.

Beneath her helmet, Phoebe smiled at his chivalry, and turned to her Terminators. "Let's go," she said.

---

With the majority of the Diasporex occupied by the other Astartes, the Phoenixes made it through the hidden passageway (really more of a maintenance shaft) handily.

Phoebe waited for her Terminators to catch up over the section situated above the bridge. As they strode in, she set down a meltabomb and stepped back.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Ready, my lady," they responded in unison.

Phoebe turned back to the bomb and hit the detonator.

With a thoom, the melta charge pressed the bulkhead down and out, splattering a Diasporex officer beneath it. The Emperor's Children flew through the gap.

"Wait!" came the cry from the xenos captain, but combi-bolters were already firing upon the alien and human crew, mass-reactive bolts punching into unarmored flesh and detonating, or--at best--passing all the way through the victims to scatter shrapnel over the whole bridge compartment.

Within a minute, it was done. No defenders came, as they had all been drawn off to stop the diversionary attack.

The xenos captain, though shot in the gut, was still breathing.

"Do you have any last words, alien scum?" Phoebe asked, gunsight on his head.

"We only wished... to be.. left alone."

Without a thought, the bolter ended his life.

But Phoebe took too long to process his message. She realized something, and the gun fell from her hand, innocent.

Just then, Ferrus opened the main door and entered. The distant echoes of fighting were dying down behind him as he strode up to his sister.

"That's their leader?"

"Yes."

"Hm. Looks like he put up a fight, eh?" he said, glancing at her fallen bolter.

Phoebe was silent for a minute and looked at the floor. "No."

Ferrus just stared at her, expression hidden inside his helmet.

"Phoebe," he said at last. She looked up at him. "They were a threat to the Imperium."

"He was unarmed. I assassinated him. Murdered him."

"An alien. Impure. Destined to harm us, harm humanity."

"They had humans in their crew."

"Thralls corrupted to serve them!"

"He said they only wanted to be left alone."

"A lie."

"What did they do to us, Ferrus? What would they ever do?"

"Phoebe. There is still a fight to be had. We must finish the rest of these scoundrels. They are trying to kill your sons as we speak! You should be protecting your legion! You love to fight, anyways."

Phoebe took off her helmet and took a deep draw of death and blood in the air. She looked around for a minute, saw her own work, and put the helmet back on.

"Let's get this over with."

---

Phoebe no longer reveled in their cries, for she had indeed felt their blood on her hands. But she moved with perfect art and blessed their deaths with grace, and was silent for a long while while the prisoners were gathered and shipped off to the labor camps.