Several more tests quickly ensued, with Guilliman being here for a simple reason I quickly realized. To make sure that I didn't become some sort of chaos portal... Along with keeping the Druhki's in line, at least keep their movements from being their typical blatant evil.
"He does indeed have a Perpetual levels soul, there doesn't seem to be any confusion in his answers of his past actions and identity, at least." An eldar's voice spoke that I couldn't pick out as my gestation tank had been moved away to another room out of the Imperial throne room.
But I could tell it was an Eldar's soul, as along with that Eldar's soul was the quietly radiating with power soul of the Primarch, Guilliman himself, who was working on the endless paperwork in being the regent of the Imperium.
"Pull back your psychic energy, witch." Guilliman's firm voice spoke, and I realized that the Eldar was trying to forge a mental connection between us to communicate directly.
After sensing how it was done, my half-formed body in the tank filled with crimson 'blood' that was the building blocks of my future body, twitched.
As I pulled at my essence as a Traveler to form a sort of straw of sorts, and then I pushed it towards Guilliman's own soul.
There was a pause before I felt Guilliman's much larger soul react at feeling my essence touch upon his own soul. His large form made enough noise that I could feel it in my gestation tank as he strode over to the tank him saying firmly.
"I will watch my brother directly for now. You may leave for the next few minutes."
The eldar woman's reaction was muted, but I could feel the power of the Eldar death god Ynarri stir slightly. Before the woman merely hummed and a loud rumble rang out as the large door swung open.
Then, just past the film of blood like liquid filling my gestation tank, I saw the armored glove of Guilliman's power armor that kept him alive and healthy gently lay on my tank.
"What do you wish to tell me, little brother?" Guilliman spoke with a calm patience, but there was little warmth in his voice.
Which was fair. I didn't exactly go through the Great Crusade or anything with him and the rest of the Primarchs.
Still, I pushed the mental connection towards him, and after a moment, he grunted, and I felt the connection welcomed into his mind.
Then in both voice and mind. Guilliman spoke with some impatience. "Well, what did you want to share with me?"
After a bit of trial and error, I managed to order my thoughts around. Compressing them to pass alongside the mental connection I had formed. [The Haemonculi have poisoned my flesh, along with attempting to taint my mind and soul as well.]
There was a pause before Guilliman spoke with a sigh. "I figured that would be the case. The worst is over, little brother, I swear that any damage done to you will be undone as best as the Archmagos can do... But besides the haemonculi, there is none who can form the body worthy of a Primarch."
An escape of bubbles left my form as I flexed a bit of my power, and then I responded quickly. I already sealed the damaged portions away to be dealt with later. I just wanted to ask what is to happen with me? Why did the Emperor save me, and is he working to make me into a Primarch?]
Guilliman was silent for a long moment, and I could feel through his soul that he was troubled by the question as well. Because at this point, why not bring back Ferrus Manus, doing the same thing as he did for me?
Then he shifted slightly, taking a half step to the side, and said quietly. "Why did my father bring you back to life... I do not know little brother. My father's plans and wishes, especially now, are beyond my guesses and perview. But as for a more iron answer. You are to be another asset for the Imperium of Man, without a doubt."
I was silent for a moment until I sent back rather bluntly. [He should be spending his power freeing Jaghatai Khan from Commorragh. So many other things he could be doing... But fine, I know my goals and that's the death of the Four.]
I actually heard Guilliman chuckle before he broke the mental connection and stepped away from my gestation tank. With him saying with a tired but amused voice. "You certainly have grand plans indeed. Let's see how those plans pan out, then."
But the thing was... Being a Primarch now, I would have all the resources I would need. I wasn't going to be 'playing' around anymore. It was time for the mega weapons of Star War's and shit that belonged in the War in Heaven to make their return.
With all the resources of the Mechanicum and the fuck you security clearance of being the 'son' of the local god emperor. Let's see how the Tyranids and Chaos react when I made Halo Rings, implanted with countless black pylons to suppress Chaos!
And thus I was left there... With a robo girly man working on paperwork and sending Vox messages that would decide the lives of countless millions and save or doom planets.
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Days, if not weeks, passed by, with not only my body forming correctly. I also made sure to deal with the Haemonculi's bullshit seeing as Guilliman was watching me directly.
And it didn't take me long to find out what my Primarch's 'ability' was in essence. Which also made sense in how Big E got the Haemonculi to work on my body. As my Primarch ability was a sort of psychic fleshcrafting ability.
I was very much a pysker though now. Thankfully, though, the Emperor's all-consuming light here on Terra, especially in the palace,e was keeping demons from touching my mind and soul.
It seemed that the Emperor in anointing me as a Primarch with that minor 'god's' essence being added to my own. Had also made SURE that I became a pysker.
How strong of a pysker was I? I had zero fucking clue as I wasn't exactly raring to fuck about with the talent due to knowing all too damned well how that bullshit could go.
Being a Primach with a talent for psychic nonsense was a good way to get Tzeentch after me for one thing, to say the least.
In either case, beyond myself being a Pysker, I now had... Far greater control over my body and others' as well now. And if I were so inclined. I could likely make Custode's by hand without too much trouble, should I have the people who already have the potential and mindset to be a Custodian.
Oh... And one thing I most certainly FIXED was my dick and horomones being all but turned off in terms of being able to get said dick up.
I was glad to become a Primach, I was glad to 'help' the Imperium in slaughtering the demons and xenos. But regardless of whether I was twelve fucking feet tall. I wanted at the end of the day, a group of zealous sister's of battle washing my cock with their soapy tits.
Was that too much to ask for?
Probably but I coudn't give a damn. I was happily going along with being the Emperor's weapon, and he should have, of course, learned by now. That his 'sons' need a bit of leeway lest they go fucking cuckoo.
With a ripple in the gestation tank's nutrition-filled and amniotic fluids. I sent out a pulse of my psychic energy as I knew the process for my 'growth' was done. Though there was just one little problem.
As a host of Mechanicum, Ynnari, and Guliliman watched as I climbed out of the gestation tank with a rather well-decorated Ultramarine throwing me a large towel to cover myself in.
Guilliman spoke with some humor in his voice. "You truly are my little brother. But a newborn who had some accelerated growth. But you are still less than two meters tall at most."
I couldn't help a slight pout as he spoke, as I was just six and a half feet tall at this point. Far from my older sibling, who was more than double my height to say the least. But I was a Primarch... And to say nothing of my fleshcrafting ability.
I would be growing up like a weed to say the least.
"What happens now?" I asked the most pressing question.
Guilliman visibly paused for a moment as he eyed the Ynnari Eldar, especially. And I did indeed notice the lacking of the Druhkari in the room for sure. But after that split moment, Roboute Guilliman spoke calmly. "You will be trained, you will learn what it is to be a son of the Emperor, and then... You will then have other responsibilities."
The way he rolled the last part verbally, especially with how he looked at the Ynnari first, was giving me a bit of worry to say the least. But then he shifted slightly and said more firmly. "But for now. You must be clothed, and then tests must be done to see where you stand now."
And that's exactly what happened, the Mechanicum took me to what was obviously a gym of sorts, but filled with a lot more holy smoke and oils. With the treadmilles having purity seals and large scripture books laid out on the fronts of the treadmilles.
My expression was anything but entertained as the magos in charge of the exercise equipment that was rated for Astartes and even Custodes, lead a ten minute long fucking prayer for each machine I used.
But I quickly found out how much stronger my new Primarch body was... It was more than five times stronger, faster, and even better reaction speeds in comparison to my previous body, that was enchanced by the Super Soldier Serum.
And I was still just a baby Primarch to say the least. I would be getting stronger for sure, to say nothing of my new fleshcrafting body allowing me to fine-tune my body in real time.
After that exercise though, I was getting leery of the Eldar who although under heavy fucking guard. We're still watching me, and some of them weren't touched by the death god Ynnari either.
So they obviously being not druhki or Ynnari, thus was obviously were either Corsairs or Exodites. But we're far more likely to be Craftworld Eldar.
Finally, it was after several days of getting used to my body, doing training, and having tests done like having Sisters of Silence near me...
Which fucking sucked! I was most definitely a Pysker as when those blanks were around me. I could feel my literal soul compressed back into my body as I made sure their blank nature didn't actually absorb my soul's essence that was naturally connected to the Warp.
But beyond those tests, and bits of training. I finally got a few minutes with my 'older brother' as the Custodians and higher-ranked members of the Mechanicus were clearly unsure how to treat me beyond respect.
As it wasn't a secret that the Emperor had taken my soul after my death from some 'great deed', and decided to incarnate me as another one of his sons.
"What should I call you? I feel we aren't nearly close enough for me to just call you brother... And calling you Lord Reagent or Lord Guilliman feels off as well." I spoke after Guilliman leaned back from the holographic system that was depicting a forge world that was being invaded by Orks here in the Segmuntum Solar.
Guilliman was silent for a moment. Before he spoke slowly and with clear thought. "You do have a point. You being overly servile would make the Ecclesarchy... Problematic as they were already made aware of your existence to say the least."
The blond giant took a breath before he continued. "Just call me brother, as I will do the same. We have not shared in the trials of the Great Crusade as I have with my other brothers... But I know we will likewise still have our own trials."
Then Guilliman's eyes narrowed on me before he said slowly. "Now... What did you mean previously about my brother Jahgatai Khan being held in Commorragh?"
I took a deep breath, and then I explained. "I am not sure how much you, yourself know. But after the scourin the Druhkari were doing alot of raids on human worlds as humanity was focused on dealing with the traitor legions."
"After a particularly large raid by the dark eldar, the White Scar's chased a large group of raider's into the Webway... Which led directly into Commorragh, where Jahgatai is almost assuredly captured and being held."
There was a pause before Guilliman asked bluntly. "And how do you know he isn't dead? Or in hiding?"
I raised an eyebrow as I was about to retort about how the White Scar's Primarch being in hiding for ten fucking thousand years... But with how Leeman Russ had been fucking about in the warp just that long, along with Corvus Corax, and Vulcan literally fucking off to do god knows what.
Yeah actually it was certainly possible that the Khan was just smoking a bowl of 'herbs' and drinking paint thinner that could get a Primarch drunk for the last ten millenia.
But... "When I used a ritual to call upon Corvus Corax, I checked on the other Primarch's as well, Russ is still in the warp, and I checked the other's to see if their souls were loose. But they are in one piece to say the least." I said firmly.
There was a heavy pause before Guilliman exhaled heavily and looked troubled to say... Then he slowly nodded. "I see... Thank you for that insight little brother. It will help me indeed, but I do recommend you be careful. If not avoid using... Warpcraft that's not sanctioned."
Knowing all too well the silent warning in his tone I said in complete agreement. "I understand brother, I know... Painfully well the horrors of the warp showing me lies and half truths." I spoke with burning embers of hate for the Changling inside of myself.
After that my older brother had more to do. So I got pulled out and put in an overly perfumed library where old scrolls were pulled in front of me and I began reading the first-hand accounts from the remembrancer's of the Great Crusade.
But no matter what I was doing, I knew I was being HEAVILY watched at all times. And over the next few days it was getting grating but I could feel how I had changed in turning into a Primarch as I was much more patient.
Now, it was just a waiting game... Chaos's height of power has been a thing for more then ten millenia. I wasn't in a rush to become reach my new adult form. But still, I did keep myself busy as I began mapping out what I was going to be doing in keeping super weapons in my mind.