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AN: Ok, so, I got bored and decided to do some writing, ended up coming up with this and decided to post it after checking it over. I'm glad that the initial response to this was so largely positive and I hope that continues. However, as a point of note, I just want to say that I will update my stories when I am able to, not to any kind of schedule.
Food for thought. Enjoy the chapter.
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Two years. That is how long it had been since I had arrived on this massive junk-heap that I had, finally, named as Junkheap, funnily enough.
It had taken me almost all of that time to finish physically maturing until I reached the size I now stood at, and dear bloody hell, was I tall!
Standing up straight, I was easily about 2.6 metres tall, all muscle with a slim, yet deceptively powerful built that made me look on the thin side when one compared me to the size and breadth of other Primarchs. Still, I was happy with that I had, especially since it meant that I could still walk around the place easily enough. Of course, I still had the occasion hit to the head from doors that were too damned small, often when I was in a hurry to get the hell out of somewhere, usually while I was being chased by Orks. Usually, over this, I would have worn a set of loose fitting trousers and a shirt, along with a pair of boots, but I had to rethink those after bursting at least five pairs of the things while I was still growing, something I found annoying beyond belief, but it gave me reason to practice my skills with Technomancy.
Along with that, my skills with Biomancy were coming along well, mostly in the case of minor things to upgrade my muscles or give me a greater chance at survival. Sub-dermal armour made from plasteel or ceramite while my arms gained a layer of think scale-plates over them, covering my arms in organic armour made from layers of more ceramite that I had found in some suits of Carapace armour. After a while, I had expanded the scale-armor to cover most of my body, with the exception of my head, where I had reinforced the skull. Along with that, I had taken to using my gifts to implant electro-reactive fibres into my muscles, further augmenting my strength while not increasing my weight significantly.
Of course, even though I had turned my skin into a suit of Power armour, I still didn't stop there as I had gone and built myself a suit of armour, if only so that I wouldn't die horribly in this hell-forsaken place.
The armour was as tall as I was, built to take a beating and help me survive as best as I could, not really surprising since I also knew about the demons and that damned Eldar that was hiding down in the lower mantle of the spacehulk-planet. For that reason, I had done as best as I could with what I had on hand.
The armour itself as actually shaped in a similar manner to the Gundam Bael, minus the wing-thrusters and the two sensors sticking out the sides of the head, for the time being, and with the arms and legs of Gundam Barbatos Lupus Rex, both of which were from Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans. All of which was painted in black with grey accents, the optic cameras being a dull green while the whole thing had so many little tricks tucked away within it that it wasn't even funny.
The whole thing was armoured in Ceramite and plasteel armour plating, stuff that I mostly scrapped together from scavenged Carapace armour and moulded into the shape I wanted with my powers while also altering it slightly, reshaping the molecules of the alloy to give it better attributes. It was a slow process, but it helped increase my survivability by a fair bit, especially with some of those Damned Orks throwing around Plasma weapons that were being cobbled together by their Mek Boyz, mainly being used to fight each other.
Still, I may be a Primarch, but I had my doubts about being able to survive a Plasma blast to the face, another reason that I also integrated a few dozen Refractor Shield generators into my suit, if only to ensure that nothing came close to hurting me.
Of course, that wasn't the end of the suit's abilities. No, I had integrated a Las-Talon into each forearm along with rebuilt the Power Field generator of a power sword and implanted a miniature version into the claws and talons of my armour, even having the field is capable of being shaped by my mind through a Direct Neural Interface that I had cobbled together. Normally, the files only extended about a centimetre ahead of the various blades, but I could extend that to being up to a metre if I wanted to, it would waste power, but there was nothing more unexpected than a weapon that changes its length in the middle of combat. The finishing touches of my armour were simply ensuring that everything worked, mainly ensuring that the insane number of sensors, powered systems and power generators all worked as they were intended. Even ensuring the Gellar Field systems, Psi-jammers, and the Phase Iron layers were working as intended.
Frankly speaking, even half a year onwards, I still wonder how I knew how to make those last two ones, especially since I had never seen a physical example of them, unlike the massive Gellar Field generators of the numerous ships I had been on. Then again, I wasn't about to look a gift-horse in the mouth, especially when my Psyker powers could still work through the things... Somehow...
XXX
A flicker drew my attention as I moved across the surface of Junkheap, rather happy with my new stead that I had built, especially since it ensured that I wouldn't have to constantly be travelling light and leaving stuff behind. Still, it also helped me in the fact that the massive machine was, effectively, a mobile home, workshop and drilling platform all in one, moving around on massive legs which allowed it to climb on nearly any surface. It was over thirty metres long, eight metres tall, ten metres wide and filled with as much tech and materials as I could manage.
Of course, I thought it was damned cool since I modelled the design after the Metal Devils from Horizon: Zero Dawn. I liked the design and I felt it was, surprisingly, a rather practical design for the situation I was in.
The multiple legs along it to move over the rough terrain that a wheeled or tracked vehicle would find trouble while also allowing it to climb over obstacles with ease, not to mention using it to climb up some Starships to find anything useful. The massive tendrils were also present, capable of being sheathed in a Power Field and tipped with Adamantium drilling teeth and crude Melta weapons let them dig through anything, I used those to follow feelings I had about useful items, often simply drilling straight to them and ignoring much of anything else, with the exception of useful materials and more food. Getting food, however, was rendered rather moot once I got my hands on a cloning system I had found within the lower levels of one ship or another, it let me clone the rations themselves, it still took time, and it still tasted bad, but it worked for me.
Still, Rexus, as I had named the massive machine, was far from vulnerable or defenceless. The armoured skin of the machine was at least half a metre of Ceramite and Adamantium laminate with a gel layer under that which would rapidly expand to fill breaches in the hull in case of a breach. The head of the machine, while carrying a dozen powerful sensors, also held a Laser Lance that I had miniaturised for my purposes, easily enough to give a fair number of enemies a thing to fear. Along the body, I had each flank covered by twenty turrets, ten on top and then on the bottom, and each of which were armed with a mixture of weapons.
A vast majority of these turrets were armed with twin-linked Las-cannons along with a single Multi-Las, but a few were also augmented with Accelerator Cannons and even a few Melta weapons. The pure Las turrets were present along the sides while the Melta-equipped turrets were near the front and back, those with Accelerator Cannons were placed closer to the back to allow them to take advantage of their ability to indirect fire.
So, yeah, I may have always chosen to go the route of overkill, but I preferred being safe to be dead.
XXX
"Hold," I commanded as the built-in voice recognition systems on Rexus caused the massive machine to stop as I let out a sigh. I leant forwards as scaled fingers pinched the bridge of my nose, that damned feeling, that twitch at the back of my mind was back, and it was driving me up the damned wall.
My Psyker abilities had advanced a hell of a long way since I had started using them, my abilities with Technomancy and Biomancy having improved greatly as well, as had my ability to find interesting things. Now, my senses extended out like a map with a dozen bright spots around me, the brighter and larger a specific spot was, the more interesting the find was likely to be. This mental map also showed me where the Daemons were along with that damned Eldar, to help me avoid them both, but I still grumbled at what I saw.
Most of the spots I had found near the surface were gone, picked clean by the Orks I could feel living throughout Junkheap. Their settlements seemed to form a rough barrier that went around the planet, massive gaps being present between each settlement, but it was still there. As I looked deeper, I saw dozens of treasure points, as I had taken to calling them, most of which were in tightly built clusters that were spread over a ten-kilometre area, but that was a hell of a lot better than what I normally saw. I grinned at that, mostly because it meant I might find something interesting that I could use against the Orks, the Daemons and that damned Eldar.
The simple fact of the matter was that I wanted those damned things gone, and one way or another, I was going to see it happen. My first thought was a robot army, but I threw that idea away, if only because I didn't want the Imperium coming down on my head when contact was made. I still hadn't figured out what to do since I didn't like the idea of having to control each, individual, robot in an army by myself, I considered making Cogitators and Servitors, but I lacked the methods of making those, and my gifts had yet to provide me with such an answer as, while they were slowly teaching me about any related tech I encountered, even that was a slow process.
Shaking my head, I looked back at the map, the dozen, untouched, treasure points being more than enough for me as I smiled.
"Dig." I commanded, a thought-command accompanying the verbal one as the Rexus instantly got to work, knowing where to go and what route to take as it followed my instructions.
The only thing that dampened my excitement was that it would take two weeks to get down that far...
XXX
In the darkness, a soft cyan light pulsed.
It felt something coming closer, slowly but surely as it dug through layers of rock and primitive metal alloys, bypassing what appeared to by the stagnated remnants of the Krorks as it drilled deeper towards it. It felt the power flowing from this new being, as strong as some of the higher ranking members of its kin, but distinctly different. There was power there, a power that was trying to mask itself, and doing a rather good job of it, but not enough that it couldn't feel this power. It was crude and raw, but there was power, a brutal power that seemed to slowly being shaped by its wielder into something much more refined.
Reaching out, the light pulsed once more, this time, with a greater intensity as it looked closer, trying to divine what this new being was capable of as it looked at its reflection in the Sea of Souls. The presence looked onwards, absently shocked at the state of the Immaterium before focusing on what it saw, looking closely at the being's own impressions with the Sea before reeling back in shock. One could learn a great many things by looking at the echo in the Sea of Souls, and what it saw was both interesting, surprising and shocking all at once. It recognised the Biomancy that this creature seemed to be skilled in, along with some kind of skill in divining, but failed to recognise another two aspects of its skills at wielding the energies of the Sea.
Again, a cyan light pulsed, this time with multiple smaller pulses of light that illuminated a small chamber, it was thoughtful at what it saw. This being was skilled in the use of some kind of skill that it and its Kin had never seen before, something completely new, or, at least, something that it could not recognise within its own experience. As the being grew closer, it decided to keep watching and probing, trying to learn more and hoping that this being would come for it, if only so that it might ask for its aid in returning to its Kin.
After all, they were still needed, the Old Ones still needed them to find the Scourge that was spreading across the Galaxy.
It would not sit this war out and watch as billions died to the Hungering Star Gods.
It would not!
XXX
Looking through the visual feed of the Rexus, I smirked as I watched the machine working, massive, fifteen metre long tendrils moving ahead of the massive machine, power fields working to rip materials apart while drills and Melta beams helped to remove some of the more persistent obstacles that were ahead of my mobile home. Very few ships carried things of interest, especially since I had already gathered a significant variety of numerous Imperial weapons and devices that I could have then used to make further devices of interest..
Still, even as I dug down towards the core of the planet, thoughts cycled through my mind as I considered just what to do about the aliens in this world. I knew that I didn't have the resources, currently, to deal with them all, but I considered a few other ideas as well. For the Orks, I considered a type of specially designed mono-task machine that would serve to purge the Orks and would hunt them down, killing any sign of Ork spores before moving onwards while also carrying out the process of mapping out the planet simply by walking around. For the Daemons, I considered a modified version of a Gellar Field generator mixed with a Psi-disruptor designed to make it difficult for Warp-entities to even function outside of the Warp, a sufficiently powerful one would have, probably, been enough to seal the Warp rift, but I didn't know that for sure if that would even work. Still, it was the best thing I could think of since the idea of going near a Warp Rift was about as appealing as being a patient of an Ork Pain Boy. Not exactly the most appealing of situations, to say the least. That still left a few of the minor Tyranid cult-colonies that seemed to be floating around inside this place, but they were a minor thing, at best, I had enough weapons that I was confident in taking them on, if only because very few things on an infantry scale could stand up to a Lance shot to the face.
Of course, that left the Eldar...
I honestly didn't know what to think about the Eldar, but I sure as shit wasn't going to be touching that Elf with a two kilometre long pole if I could help it, hell, I wouldn't touch that with a fucking Planet Killer if I could help it, if only because I wanted nothing to do with those crazy motherfuckers. Of course, I still knew next to nothing about the Eldar itself, but that was sheer fact it was an Eldar was enough for me to be weary.
Casting those thoughts from my mind, I turned back to the current situation, growing excited as I checked the position of the first, upcoming, Treasure point, noting that it was just beyond the next few metres of rock, behind layers of what I assumed was armor plating and further augmented by non-existent Void Shields, or some equivalent to it.
"Back," I commanded, my habit of using both verbal and Thought-commands was ensuring that my message to the massive machine was both heard and understood. I watched, rather happily, as the Rexus pulled back to reveal the first of my targets. A massive plate of dull grey armour plating, the sensors on the Rexus reporting that it was, at least, six metres deep and made from an alloy that seemed like some kind of hybrid of Adamantium and Ceramite. I frowned at that for a moment, mentally considering just how the hell I was going to get inside the ship before I smiled in understanding and satisfaction at coming up with an answer a moment later.
The Warp.
I could simply use my abilities as a Psyker to bend the metal out of the way. I wasn't confident on trying to teleport, mostly because I had no idea on how to teleport, but I figured that it would be another skill worth learning in the not-so-distant future. Still, I knew this would be a worthwhile endeavour, if only because it meant that I would get more shines.
Suddenly, I paused.
"Oh, fucking Christ... I've become one of those Bloody Magpies...!" I whispered to myself in a mixture of shocked amusement and horror before shaking my head to get those thoughts out of the way.
"Open hatch: Seal Hatch after my exit: Assume Guard position until my return," I stated clinically, thought-commands carrying through the air as I felt the machine around me respond with an acknowledgement as I turned in time to see the hatch open and the ramp located under the body of the Rexus open to reveal the world outside. I already had my helmet up and sealed, the atmosphere might have been barely breathable, but it was a near thing, not to mention the fact that, as you went deeper, the atmosphere only got more and more toxic. The reasons for this varied, but it mostly came down to Reactor leaks millennia old or the atmosphere of a given ship being too different. Then again, I knew of multiple places where Ork Spores were floating around in the air so thickly that you wouldn't even be able to breathe without swallowing a half dozen of the damned things.
A normal Human would die in moments.
For that reason, I am rather thankful that A, I am a Primarch; And B, that I am skilled at using Biomancy to modify myself, if only because I am not happy with merely 'Good enough' and preferred to always have the ability to survive and thrive.
How else am I expected to survive on Junkheap?
XXX
Getting out of the Rexus, I can't help but look on at the massive sheet of black metal before me, seeing it through the optics of my Raxus is one thing, that is for certain, seeing it with my own eyes is quite another as I look at the exposed metal behind the break in the rocks. Walking forwards, I can't help but admire the sheer amount of skill and industry that must have gone into this armour, my enhanced eyes behind unable to find so much as a single difference in texture beyond a smooth, glass-like surface that was made dull and non-reflective through some method I had yet to learn. I smiled as I approached the mass of armour before I finally stood within arms-reach of the surface, reaching out, I made contact with the ship...
And then it came.
Information surged through my mind, expanded upon as I looked, not at this particular piece of armour, but the entire vessel before me. Information still came for each individual piece of technology that was held within the massive ship. I learned of the armour, called Black Plate, along with a dozen other systems that were filled in behind the marvel of material science, not to mention a few dozen other things that showed just how different this single ship was when compared to other ships of the Imperium.
Still, if that wasn't enough, I got a pretty damned good view of the service record of this ship, and I then knew exactly what this ship was.
It was called the Indomitable, a veteran Dreadnought measuring over thirty kilometres long and having last seen action during the Iron War, the fight between Humanity and the Men of Iron. It had served throughout the entire conflict, constantly being upgraded, refitted and always kept in the fight as a symbol that you could not keep the Human race down, that Mankind would always find a way to stand tall and proud. Hell, the only reason that the ship was even in the core of this Spacehulk of a planet was due to the Warp Storm that kicked off near the end of the Iron War, happening while this ship was in transit and the crew had been unable to return to the materium fast enough. They had been boarded by Demons and slaughtered to a man...
I lowered my head, offering a moment of silence for the crew of this ship, a ship that had fought for over five centuries and never been taken out of the fight for more than six months before coming back swinging. It also said quite a bit about how it took over three years for those same Demons to finally kill every member of its crew, something that brought a smile to my face in a showing of just how determined Humans could be to live.
A moment of thought and I stepped back, the armour before me suddenly peeling back as I watched, wires shifting as I suddenly wasn't looking at a wall of armour, but an airlock that was made from the same armour, following the same design, as the rest of the ship. Another thought and a slight push of energy, and the airlock opened, cycling through as I stepped through it before stepping into the ship itself.
Inside, I looked around to a scene out of some kind of horror film. The massive corridors were filled with corpses, most of which were in various states of dismemberment while a fair amount of armoured suits were strung up and lying around, some having been impaled to the walls with metal pipes, most were cut to pieces while others looked like they had been savaged by a wild animal. The remains of the former crew of the ship lay messily across the ground, what damage that had been caused by the entombment of this ship had been sealed by those same rocks that now made it virtually impossible for this ship to leave this Spacehulk, at least, not without a major amount of assistance.
Moving onwards, I took care to mind my step, not wanting to crush the remains of the former crew, mostly because I fully planned to see those same remains gathered together and entombed properly within this ship if only to give these men and women a bit more dignity in death.
XXX
Six months went by in a flash, I had happily spent most of that time learning about the Indomitable, using my Post-cognition to learn how the different systems were made, how they worked and how to use them while also working to make the ship into something that I could call a home base, of sorts. The area around the ship itself was rather clear, admittedly, it was close to both the Eldar and the Warp rift, but I planned to deal with the latter soon enough while I planned to stay well clear of the former.
Still, I had already put what I had learned to good use.
The ship itself was massive, the armour, the weapons, the internal systems, everything was so much more advanced. It was kind of to be expected, however, what really caught my attention was the power armour and these soldiers using it. I had found dozens of their bodies lying around, more than a few thousand, at least, which I had used my Post-cognition on to learn more about before entombing them with the rest of the crew. They were, apparently, members of a semi-elite combat force that operated much like Marines had on ships, working to repel boarders along with functioning like a SpecOps unit under the command of the Void Navy. Compared to what I saw for the Ground-based army soldiers, these Marines, called Void Marines, were a step up, without a doubt.
Each of them were augmented heavily, some kind of Adamantium alloy coated their bones while their muscles were both augmented genetically and cybernetically, denser, more potent muscles for the former with threaded, semi-solid ceramic myomere fibres in the case of the latter. Every organ was hybridised and had at least three backup organs with at least three methods of regeneration being present within their bodies and further cybernetics being present. Two types of sub-dermal armour, multiple integrated weapons, triple redundant DNIs, no less than five wireless communication systems with another three systems that seemed to link each soldier, irrespective of their military branch, into one massive Psionic network, much like how the Orks had their Waaagh!
Honestly, all of those augments were impressive beyond belief, but that last thing was something that caught my attention. I had used my abilities to their limits to learn as much as I could about that very network, wanting to know what kind of abilities it had and if I could make use of it. The actual method that had been used had been a cybernetic implant located near the back of the head, and slightly to the right, but it was a rather interesting creation, created through the use of highly tuned psi-reactive materials and some kind of Quantum computer implant made from a pico-engineered processing crystal. It was impressive and utterly mind blowing. Yes, I could probably have replicated it using my Technomancy, but if I hadn't had that, then I'd be looking at millennia to actually understand the implants themselves, not to mention the dozens of other innovations scattered throughout the ship. Along with that, the medical bay had another few things of interest, sure, there were dozens of other items aboard the ship, but the stuff in the medical bay was something that was of the most interest to me.
A cloning chamber.
In truth, the cloning bay was used for when a crewman lost a limb or organ in combat and preferred not to go for the cybernetic option, it was slower to make, but only just, apparently, it had gotten to the point that, during the Iron War, it didn't matter which way a person went, they would have still been augmented enough to fight an Ork Nob in CQC and have a decent chance of winning against the damned things. And that was for those crewmen that weren't expected to fight on the front lines.
Regardless, that cloning chamber opened up a lot of possibilities for me, especially once I saw how it could be modified to make more than just new limbs or pieces of meat, unlike my previous system, which had apparently lacked some nebulous component for my abilities to make that leap. Still, that took me back to the reason that I wanted those damned things so much.
I wanted to build an army, or, at least, a starting point for something that would aid me to survive in this hellscape that was a universe. Looking at the improvements that I had already seen in the corpses of the Void Marines, not to mention the stuff I had created on my own and having been inspired by the Orks, I knew that I could put those designs into the clones and enhance them. Though, to call them clones would be a bit of a misnomer since I would be using the chambers in a similar manner to a Vitae Womb, an artificial womb, in other words. Still, I wasn't really in a big rush to see such things coming to fruition, mostly because I wanted to ensure I had the right understanding of things before I even attempted it.
XXX
"Hold still, you bastard!" I snarled as I ducked an overhead slash from the Ork, it missed, smacking into the wall behind me as I stepped forwards and decked the fucker with an uppercut that caused a few dozen teeth to come spilling out of the bastard's mouth. I saw him trying to open his mouth, going to scream, but I didn't let him as a set of claws wrapped in a Power Field slapped into his lower jaw, it wasn't there a moment later, especially when it became clear that it had been ripped off through sheer strength, aided by the Power field itself.
The Ork could only scream wordlessly at me, trying, and failing, to do anything of real significance as I moved in, taking control of things as I forced the Ork back, grabbing one arm before breaking it before doing the same with the other one. The Greenskin kept screaming in rage and hate and pain as I slammed an armoured foot into each kneecap in turn before booting the creature in the chest, causing it to fly back before my hand grabbed the damned thing by the throat. I held tight as a thought-command caused my gauntlet to retract away, showing my scaled hand as I pushed forwards, talons parting flesh as I reached out with my extra-dimensional senses and looked for what I knew was there.
I felt it, a field that surrounded this Ork and every other Ork on the Spacehulk-planet, I noted it as I looked closer, looking for more details as I committed those same details to memory along with a copy of the Ork's DNA for further investigation at a later time. I saw the field differing, changing as it warped reality without the need for the Warp, something I found useful as I continued looking for details, mainly how it was integrated into each Ork and what DNA markers were needed for it to work.
"Oi! Wot do yer fink yer're doing, 'umie?!" I suddenly heard, interrupting my work as I turned and reacted on instinct, Las-Talon already active as I opened fire on the source of that sound, the Las-bolts impacted my target and burned neat holes through the Ork's head and neck. However, it seemed that my chances at stealth were, effectively, over as I saw more than one Ork snarling at me.
"Da git kilt keny?!"
"Kill da git!"
"WAAAGH!"
I didn't bother offering a curse at being found out, merely levelling my left forearm at the advancing mob before opening fire with streaks of Las-bolts while my right arm slammed into the metal walls of the ship I was currently in. Information surged into my mind at that, even as I pushed it to one side before getting straight to work, Warp energy surging as metal was deformed, reforged and twisted to my desire, within moments, a force of combat robots stood before me, looking vaguely Humanoid in form with no head save for a slight bump between their shoulders. Their arms ended in a pair of mantis-like Power blades while each shoulder carried simplistic Helical Railgun that spat out projectiles at high velocities. Fifteen of these black armoured machines quickly appeared before me, a distraction as I gave them simplistic programming to attack the Orks as I turned from the battle, firing as I did so even as the flooring below me twisted out of the way, rapidly forming into a slide that would get me to safety.
Jumping down the slide, I got off a few snapshots even as bullets and energy bolts slammed ineffectively against my shields. I paid them no real attention as I sealed the top of the slide behind me, filling it with traps before I made my exit, the hull of the wreck I was at parting ahead of me as I appeared on a flat section of rock as the talons around my feet locked into place. Gravity, unless you were near the core of this Spacehulk-planet, was rather optional as it barely worked within the Spacehulks themselves, only the massive size of Junkheap even allowed a gravity well to form, and it was rather weak.
Moving as swiftly as I could, I brought up my mental map of the area, my Psyker skills allowing it to be viewed in real time as I saw the tide of green surging through the ship I had just left, no doubt wanting their revenge for my attack as I saw the last of the combat robots fall. I frowned at that, making a note to come up with some simple, yet efficient combat robots to use as distractions in the future, preferably ones that will last longer than 36 seconds. Already, I can hear the Orkish Warcry screaming after me as I run, hearing the footsteps of the mob as I grimace slightly at the path ahead of me.
It was a single rock bridge ahead of me, narrow and looks like it would break if sufficient force was placed upon it, not something that I would have used, but I was out of options due to a distinct lack of materials nearby. Not to mention that, outside of Technomancy and Biomancy, I was still working to even master the basics of other skills such as Telepathy, Telekinesis and Pyromancy, something that I made another note to look into in the future as I strengthened my resolve, checking my mental walls as I moved as fast as I could, augmenting my body further as my leg muscles were enlarged. It was a short-term change since I knew that the changes would give me a burst of speed, but it would burn the muscles out in short order if used over a long duration.
Still, as I looked behind me to see the Greentide of Orks, I smiled somewhat bitterly, it didn't matter either way since I would either live, and change them back as soon as possible, or die, and it would become a moot point in its entirety.
I didn't even bother turning to fire upon the bastards, willing the power of the Warp into my armour, I caused it to change. In my backpack, I usually carried spare parts and raw materials in case of emergencies, and in my mind, this certainly counted as armor plating shifted away to give rise to a turret that gutted out of my back, towering over my head and armed with a twin-linked Multi-Las that immediately started spraying down the mob of Orks with abandon as they tried firing back. Through the optics of the turret, I saw many of them, Flashgitz probably, aiming Snazzguns at me that hissed with everything from oversized bullets as big as a Human's head, blobs of Plasma and even Shotgun-like blasts of laser light. Most of these things missed me entirely as I kept moving, staying ahead of the mob as the distance between us grew further with every step I took, but still, some of the shots found their targets as I felt my Shields suffering from each impact as I grimaced once more, pushing myself further as I tried to make it across the bridge of stone before the Orks. Reaching for my belt, I pulled out one of the same types of Grenades I had first made when I had discovered my Biomancy, a high-powered Plasma-Fusion Grenade that would work quite well to destroy the anchoring point for the bridge, hopefully dropping the damned beasts down the hole below us to die. I fused two of them together, added a strip of electro-adhesive material and a timer with a five-second countdown, it would have given me a chance to escape the blast radius, if only just.
Of course, things didn't turn out that way due to the old saying: Man plans; God laughs.
One of the Green Bastards behind me pulled out a Rock-it Launcher and took aim, the rocket itself missed me as I took a step to the side, it's flight path virtually impossible to predict. Which is why it was an even bigger surprise when the damned thing looped around and smashed into a stone bridge, blowing up mere metres ahead of me as I feel my eyes widen in horror and surprise.
That was the only thing I was able to do before the I heard the sound of rock breaking, snapping under the weight of myself and a few dozen Orks, not to mention that Gravity was finally working on the damned thing as I felt the platform shake and shudder. The Orks didn't give it much thought, some of them stumbling and pausing, looking around questioningly, before they saw me ones more before they continued onwards, to the nearest target for their rage. I didn't bother looking around, picking up speed once more as I ground my teeth together in pain and annoyance.
"Make it, make it, make it make it, make it. Make it. Make it. Make it. Make it!" I muttered under my breath as I raced towards the other side of the bridge, safety practically being dangled in front of my face as I grit my teeth once more, the rock under my feet starting to tip as I tried picking up speed and ran for the edge.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the Gods really were laughing at me today.
Even as I jumped for the edge, my hands came short of reaching the edge, the overarching platform of stone having been undercut and I dived straight into that undercut, causing me to fall into the darkness below all the same. I felt like screaming my rage at the universe, sobbing about the unfairness of it, even just declaring the Murphy was the biggest jackass in all of the existence and deserved a good kick in the ass for it, but I did none of those.
Instead, I flipped myself over in midair, allowing me to see the approaching darkness below me.
Even as I heard the screams of a dozen Orks above me.