792.M32, Holy Terra.
(POV: Magnus)
After waking up in the gestation pod, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
If I didn't, then my father would put me to sleep with his psychic abilities. I don't want to miss this monumental moment.
Then I was stuck with epiphany, 'Wait a damn minute! I know I sound stupid, but hear me out: what if I prevent myself and my brothers from being thrown across the galaxy by using psychic power?
If I succeed in this endeavor, the chances of betrayal would be reduced to a minimum, and the author had to have had a headache to improvise the story.
If I failed, what can I do? We would have had to go through the hardcore original lore route of being thrown into a web of intricate traps that you had to step onto, even if you are unwilling."
As I was making my plans, I suddenly heard a click even in the gestation pod and the sound of an industrial electric generator turning off.
Which I am pretty sure was Gellar Field. When I opened my eyes, I saw a female in a robe watching with an expression of relief.
She had that deranged expression where even a blind person can tell she was ensnared by chaos.
I realised the time has come, so I started my plan into action.
My crimson eyes suddenly glowed red, and I blasted that bitch across the lab, catching her off guard to prevent her from intervening in my next actions.
I had no tolerance for maternal care bullshiet as I have some lingering mommy issues.
Suddenly, I saw colors, a mixture of red, green, blue, and purple, with their twisted laughter like they were laughing at the ants who were being played right into their palms.
Then I sent a psychic shriek through the imperial place precisely saying, "Father, Save Us!"
I solidified my psychic energy, made my gestation pod an anchor, while I enveloped my brother's gestation pod with psychic energy in the form of chains.
I also increased the gravitational field, physically adding a layer of defense of pods.
My goal was not to defeat the filth of warp but to delay time for the cavalry to arrive.
The portal started to form behind each pod when I turned toward Erda. She was muttering maniacally, " Why wouldn't you listen to mom? I... I just wanted my sons to grow up peacefully." While she was maintaining the portals.
Then came the suction force from each portal as a grace from Filthy Gods.
Then came the moment of my war of attrition with the gods.
The suction force grew strong; my expression was grim as I was exerting myself to contend with the Gods.
Only two minutes had passed as I had opponents from both ends.
First, of course, Chaos and another was my dearest mother, who was hellbent on dooming whole humanity.
The spell I cast to prevent the Primarch from being snatched has one problem: if one of the chains broke, the whole spell would get undone.
The winds were roaring in the lab, there was frost on the equipment and the lab floor.
While I was reinforcing psychic chains and contending telekinetically with forces of chaos.
One chain gave way under the might of the perpetual who followed the Emperor for a long time.
As well as the suction force increased several-fold.
As a result, our pods were halfway through portals when the lab doors were blown apart while an entourage of Adeptus Custodes and Sisters of Silence stormed the lab.
Along with the Emperor came Malcador. At first Emperor tried to contend with chaos, but when he saw it would cause harm to the Primarchs.
He let us go according to ancient tradition, saying, "When whale fights small fishes suffer."
When I entered warp, I put myself to sleep with a psychic alarm to wake me up when I exited the warp.
(Unknown Time Later)
A pod appeared in the space above a planet of sand from the portal of a different color.
(POV: Magnus)
'Well shit!' I cursed my luck as I entered the Prospero atmosphere.
The reason for this is that, as I was contending with the forces of darkness, my pod was damaged during that scuffle.
Thank god! Only my pod was damaged; if other pods were damaged due to me, I would have a kill count of countless daemons and multiple demigods.
I used my psychic powers to reduce the momentum of my pod while steering away from population, as I do not want to redo a certain ancient terra event that happened in September 2011.
There I saw a warp beast attacking a caravin, so I reinforced my pod and shouted, 'BANZAAAAAAAAI!' in my heart and slammed into the beast.
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Give me dat some of Powerstone!