#second primarch

THESE TWO ARE VERY CUTE I ENJOYED DRAWING THEM!!! Also I took some liberties with some body piercings, assuming that they might have them considering the quantity of piercings on their face! I hope you don’t mind or at least they’re in character.



I have no idea why everytime I see anyone's take on these two as OCs, vibe is always the same...

The ships slipped between star and rocks with a speed and cared that was expected and not.

The speed, at least, was expected. The ships that of the Commanders were made by the Imperium for the Great Crusade. Time, age, and the changes that were forced upon the ships by the Hive Mind had wiped the names from the hulls. But they were of the Legions and ships of the Legion were made for war.

The care on the other hand was not expected.

But maybe it have been.

The Ships stuck together. One did not go to far ahead without back tracking, circling around, to the other's side. One of the larger ones always stuck close to the small one. The first one that left the Ghoul Stars.

Trajann Valoris couldn't stop the surprise that tried to take hold of him as the small ship stayed close to the sides of the other ships.

The small ship, looked like a speck when compared to the others, it was also gold. The paint may have been fading and the Hive may have tried to whip any sign of the Imperium away; it was still noticeably gold.

"I wonder," His Lord whispered from where He sat. His closed eyes were still closed but His head was tilted in such away that it looked like He was trying to get a better look at something.

Maybe He was.

He had heard stories from the older Custodes. The ones that had come before him and the ones that had left when he was still climbing the ranks. It was by them leaving, as it were, that he had post to fill. They were The Ten Thousand. Nothing more and nothing less. It was because of them, though, that he got an 'understanding' of the Emperor.

The understanding was simple: the Imperium above all.

No mater what happens. No matter what breaks, what cracks, gets forgotten, is butchered, or dead, the Imperium above all. It was why when he became the head of the Custodes, the Commander-General, he ordered the more active play in the Imperium.

Custodes to all sectors, Custodes to lead teams of themselves and Astartes in different sectors, to lead the charge in retaking lost planets like they once did in the Great Crusade when the Emperor walked among them.

Beacuse if the Emperor had bound Himself to the throne for humanity – how could they just sit back and watch it all be taken and stay stolen?

When Guilliman awoke. When the title of 'Regent' was placed upon his shoulders and there was light for once in ten thousand years – Trajann knew what to do.

Knew what was important.

The Imperium above all.

Even if you death just lays the foundation of something greater: the Imperium comes first.

If only he had taken those steps sooner.

Had reached out to Lord Guilliman and had not let the history of the Primarchs rest between them. If only he had been the one at his side that day, had kept a closer eyes of the High Lords of Terra; maybe, just maybe, he would still be here.

"Wonder what, My Lord?" Trajann asked as he turned away from the viewing windows of the Command Bridge. The view was a beautiful thing, if one looked past the debris fields of meteors and planets that had met their end scattered around. Things that they – the ship that they were on, the three ships of the Ghoul Star Astartes, and the ones that came out of the Ghoul Stars – had to move around.

"The little one. It looks like Justinian's ship." His Lord had stood up from the command chair and had walked to stand next to him.

"Justinian?" The name fell form his own lips with ease and the hint of familiarity. Even if he didn't know the name or had even said it before.

"Justinian was one of my Custodes that fought Shamlock and Beau."

A golden brother that had been lost to time.

"When it came time to lock the Commanders away, they were too smart. Too willful. They knew on the traps and lures that we could do. Justinian was the one to find the Ghoul Stars and he was the one who used himself as bait to get the Commanders in the Stars. He baited them and when they took it – he led them into those stars." His Lord stopped then. "We waited. Three weeks, we waited in front of those Stars, waited for him to out run them. To shoot out as it were." He turned to him then. "He never did."

"Till now." He found himself saying.

His Lord smiled. "Till now of course. If that is truly him." His Lord turned back to the viewing windows of the bridge. "I know that he and the Commanders were not the only ones in those Stars. And he may be one of my Custodes. But that does not make him invincible."

That was true. But still – if there was a chance then why not take it? "Is there a way to check if it is?" Trajann asked before he could stop himself.

"A hailing." Was his answer. It was quick and brought that closed eyed look back to him. "We could try a hailing, though there is no guarantee that there will be an answer back."

"We must try." Trajann said. His own eyes darted to the control console and even to the Hailing Center that just needed a number to dial in for that very try to be given a chance.

It was his Lord that typed in the numbers and it was Him that stood in front of the Hailing Camera.

For a few long moments – there was nothing but a dialing tone.

In those moments, the thought that there would be no answer, was clear in his mind.

Trajann wouldn't call himself hopeful. He was not one to surround himself in that exception, but for his Lord? For the chance that a forgotten and lost Custodes may return to his side? One that may not have been at His side for the past ten thousand years but still a face missed and waited on? To give that same face back to his Lord after all this time? Then yes, he was hopeful and waited with breath held for that Hailing Tone to be answered.

Click –

There was nothing but harsh breathing.

"The Imperium is a failure." That was what his Lord says. What he starts that conversation with. "The Four have taken nine of my children and only some are alive. Nine stayed with me but all are missing. Roboute – Roboute was killed by the High Lords of Terra."

The Breathing stopped.

"He was my only one. The last one standing."

"Rob – Robou issss Deeadd?" The words were being tripped over. The words were being dragged out. The voice was a fading nearly vibrating thing that didn't seem to understand language anymore.

Trajann did not suck in a breath. He did not move. But he would not deny the ache that came from those words.

The Lord Regent was dead.

And soon the Imperium would follow him.

They killed him, they made their bed, now it was time for them to lay in it.

"Yes," his Lord spoke with a finality that must have hurt.

"Whhyyys?"

"Because of many reasons." There was a pause. "Justinian, are you with Commander Alaric and Commander Isen?"

"Theeeyyy Allwayss here."

Trajann's hand tightened every so slightly on the hand railing that surround the upper deck of the Control Cathedral. It was only them in the Control Cathedral, he had sent his brothers to rest when they started to tail the ships, the hum of the ship underneath him and his Lord was the only sound other then the Hailing.

"Tell them: I will wake their fathers with no strings attached."

"Lord?"

"I will wake Shamlock and Beau. The issue is that I can not find them. I do not know were they are. I need to follow the Commanders." His Lord spoke with a voice that was fill with emotions that was hard to place. His shoulders were back and His back was straight. Closed eyes stared at the screen that was still not showing anything but shadows and darkness.

There was rustling and shifting.

Claws scrapping across the walls, buttons that needed oiled being pushed, and creaking and groans that was being heard over the Hailing.

"You speak truth?"

That was not the broken voice that they were listening to speak.

That voice – was broken, scratched, and had trouble placing words and cutting off sounds. This one, the one that had just spoken, was both similar and not. it was dual toned with a third underlining it all.

His lord took a small step forward. "I speak the truth."

Silence and then, "Follow us."

The Hailing cut off.

His Lord stared at that empty screen. "They have him." He settled on. "The Hive has Justinian."

"My Lord," Trajann didn't know what to say. Didn't know how one comforts their lord as the new that the Hive that took His sons and their Legions, took one of His most loyal.

"Pass word along to the other ships. Follow the trio." His Lord turned away from the screen and walked Command center with a robes dragging on the floor behind Him. "With any luck the two will be close together."

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Luck was on their side.

Trajann stood in front of the radar as the Commander Ships and the Lost Custodes Ship – the Stolen One, as some of his brothers have taken calling Justinian, the Stolen Brother – started to slow.

They had been flying through space at speeds that were mainly used from wartime. Granted, Trajann didn't know of a time that wasn't wartime, but the point stood. The speeds that were being used were not speeds that Astartes that weren't running from a fallen warzone, getting to a warzone that was about to fall, or protecting High Lords – Trajann sneered at the very thought of those creatures – then they were not used.

Yet, here they were, rushing through the stars till they but streaks of lights that looked to the half forgotten strokes of a painter that thought himself done before realizing he needed to fill the sky.

"Commander-General Valoris," One of the Ghoul Star Astartes called out over the Hailing Call. "My radar has caught signs of a large gravity distortion up ahead." It was the Ultramarine Chapter master who spoke.

"We are getting the same thing over here." One of the Raven Guard Chapter Master brothers pointed out.

The Ghoul Star Chapters, as Trajann and his brothers and sisters have taken to calling them, were good escorts. They may not know where they were going but they were not going to let them go alone. They scouted ahead before even being prompted. They had each kept an eye of the Commanders and had reported if one had slowed or if anything had changed.

Over the last week, there both was many changes and not.

The Ships kept an even pace, even if that pace was at neck-breaking speed. There was clearing a plan, though no path was though of. Dwarf Planets, asteroid fields, Gas Giants, were just some of the things that they had to move around as they traveled. They knew what was on the other side, they knew of their own end goal, they just didn't know how to get there.

Trajann nodded. "Thank you, I have received the same readings." He turned behind him. "My Lord, gravity distortion up ahead."

His Lord had been of the ship the whole time. He had disappeared into a tear in the warp that he was sure lead to the Palace, the Warp Palace, he had taken to calling it in his mind. He didn't know what his Lord did when away, and while the offer to go with Him was given to him, he had to decline, someone must stay and make sure they reach the Primarchs in one piece.

His Lord was currently back in the Captain's Chair and was watching with closed eyes.

"Keep your eyes open. Procced with caution." He ordered.

Trajann nodded and turned to the Chapter Masters. "Procced with caution."

And that was what they did.

Every ship slowed to a crawl as they came close to that gravity distortion. It wasn't the first gravity distortion that had approached, but it was the first one that had the attention of the Commanders.

They came around a Dwarf Planet that was nothing but sand and ash and everything seemed to freeze.

There, floating around a ship that should not called a ship because of how large it was – a planet might fit it better – were two Imerpium Flagships.

Both per-Horus Heresy.

Both having one of the numbers 'II' and 'XI' on them.

"My Lord –" Trajann didn't know what to say. Was that the Mother Ship?

He had heard rumors about the size of the ships that tryinaids used. About their Mother Ships had the largest of their fleets. Surely, this ship was larger then any of them combined.

His Lord did not say a word. In fact, his Lord stood up and walked to the Bridge windows, with a hand slowly reaching out.

"Hail all ships! Hail them now!"

His fingers flew across the dials, buttons, and screens.

His Lord had His whole focus on the three ships that were frozen in front of them. Frozen, may not have been the best wording, the way to say that the ships were chained to one another, that the two Flagships of the missing Legions and that housed the Primachs were not going anywhere. The chains were large, like they were built to pull planets out of the gravity of their stars. Chains that were hooked into the sides of the ships and if they were lucky, they were linked through supply dock doors not through the hauls itself.

That Large Ship put Dwarf Planets to shame and most likely even small planets that bore the title planet to shame.

Shaped like something Trajann had only seen in the ancient books of even an even more ancient book of Terra. With a bottom that looked like the ancient wooden ships that once sailed the long gone oceans with a top above it that looked like a triangle. The triangle was the part the had the engines, engines that were not powered up and hung at the sides, with the chains coming from somewhere from the bottom part. There was masts too. They stuck out of the triangle with pride and on the rolled up was a cloth of some kind.

Cloth.

Like the sails of a ship.

"Your Grace," A Raven Guard Chapter Master was the first to answer. His helmet was the only thing seen even as it clear with every twitch and the subtle shifting's of his chin that he was uneasy. "What is that?" The words fell with a quietness that a Chapter Master of any kind of Astartes Chapter should not have, much less the Chapter master of one of the Ghoul Stars. But Trajann would not begrudge them.

"Your Grace, we are ready to move." The words came from the Ultramarine Chapter Master, the one, understandably so, had been on the quiet side and who the Raven Guard Brothers had taken to travel with his ship sandwich between them. "Just say the word and we will start boarding."

"Or at least make a kind of contact." The last Chapter Master, the Raven Guard that was taller then the smallest Primarchs, spoke at last.

It was not said that the guns of their ships were ready to fire and pull free the flagships. Or at least give it a try.

The three were one, he had come to find, where one went the other two weren't too far behind. There was a steadiness that Trajann seen in them that he seen his own Golden Siblings. If they were to enter a fight against anything, they were going to go together.

"Halt all movements!" His Lord called out. "Do not approach."

"My lord, what is –" Trajann wiped his head around. There was a bit of panic in his Lord's voice. He didn't get to finish his question as the ship rocked and shook from the shifting of the Gravity Well that they were near but not yet in the sway of. He grabbed onto the railing and held tight as the ship underneath them started to shake and shift and shuddered as the planet large ship started to move.

Move.

That wasn't the right word.

Shift. Shake. Shudder. None of those were right either.

No.

The Ship that held the Flagships in it's orbit with literal chains that Trajann could now see; was waking up.

Waking up, like a creature that had laid down to take a nap and then over slept for a century or even more. It shivered as engines, that were a barely glowing with truly dying embers, came to life with fire that was ignited from within. A deep red glow started from the engines and then like a ripple; the red glow flowed along lines that looked less like grooves from overlaid panels and sheets of metal and more like the veins of a living thing.

Like blood learning to flow again.

There was a beat in that glow.

A best that even in a ship and outside of the Gravity Well, Trajann could feel underneath his feet.

His brothers of golden rushed around on the bottom level of the command cathedral as the Beast woke up. They were helpless on their own ship if that thing chose to attack. They gripped their weapons and stood at their stations at the ship underneath returned back to a non-shaking normal.

"My Lord," The words fell from his lips, eyes not leaving his view of the ship – no, Beast. "What is that." A harsh whisper with his voice not even working and just the rush of air that was forming words. Words that were heard and understood; but ignored.

"Astates! Keep your distance! Commander Alaric and Commander Isen, keep still and wait on command to get to your fathers! The chains need to disengage before we board them!"

There was a coarse of 'Yes, My Lord,' a lone 'Yes, Sir,' and two hums, and no ship moved.

"Valoris!" His Lord called. "I need you to keep an open line of communication open. No censor. No filter. Open air right now!"

And that was what he did.

The Hailing was open to anyone to answer if they were in reach of the signal.

"Lazarus." His lord spoke in a soft voice. "Lazarus it's been a long time hasn't it?"

The chains shook as the Beast seemed to shift to them.

Trajann could only imagine the sound that the chains made as they moved. The thunder that was surely coming from them as they shivered and raddled against other links.

"Uncle?" A quiet, tired voice, came from the Hailing Screen.

The one who answered the Hailing was anyone that Trajann could place. In fact, mush like one of the Raven Guard Brothers, the Hailing screen was answered not with a face but with a red smiling face. The same red that was lighting up the engines and the veins.

"Lazarus, it is me." The Dark King took a step forward and then another and another till He was standing in from of the screen and the recorder.

"You – You look different." It was a child voice, or maybe closer to a young adult, a young man still waiting for his voice to finish settling.

"Yes, I say that I would. It's been twelve thousand years." There was a pause. "Fourteen at the longest."

"I didn't stop looking." Lazarus, the captain of the Beast, said. He had to be the captain because who else could be?

His Lord nodded. "When we stopped hearing from you and then about you – we knew you were looking."

"I found nothing." Larzarus' voice cracked with tears that were surly falling. "I searched. And searched, and searched. And nothing!" The last part was a harsh whisper. The need to yell it was beaten by the loss of strength: the loss of hope. "Nothing! Nothing in the stars, on Earth, the moon, Mars! I looked! There was nothing."

"Laz–" His Lord started.

"And then – I found them." Lazarus interrupted Him, had cut Him off, but He didn't look liked He minded all that much. "They were lost. Cold, but alive." There was another pause. "Uncle. I read the systems of the ships. I knew they were yours. I knew they were!"

"Thank you for looking out for them." His Lord spoke.

"They were all I had." Lazarus got real quiet and then, "Are you taking them away?"

His Lord took in a deep breath.

Lazarus was nearly frantic. "I know I should have been searching but I had been alone! Papa didn't make us to be alone! I know Girly-Pop went online! I felt it! I know Spyder and Double 'O' went offline a long time ago. And the others too! I know I should be looking for Papa but I just–"

"Lazarus!" His Lord yelled. His voice and command broke through the panicking of the captain. "Do you have a list of how many siblings and when they went offline?"

There was sniffle. "Yes."

"Good. I want that list." There was pause. "The ships. They are mine. They are my sons. They have been gone for a long time. I'm waking them up. If they follow me or go is up to them."

"Cousins?"

A half smile was the answer. "Your father may have called Malcador my whore more then once, but I was the one who had twenty-one sons. Not him."

"Twenty-one! Papa didn't even have that many of us!" The back tracking. "Papa only called him a whore because he was your 'yes man'. And it was out of love anyway." That last part was tacked on.

Trajann didn't know who Lazarus' Papa was. He didn't know how the captain got away with calling the Dark King his uncle. And he was certainly confused on how said 'Papa' got away with calling Lord Malcador a 'whore'.

"Yes, Maverick always said we needed to be brought down a peg or two less we float away as hot air balloons." The Dark King shook his head. "He was right."

"What?"

"Your father, he was right about a lot of things. And –" The Dark King looked through those windows and to the Beast. "I followed his footsteps. Funny, it's supposed to be the older brothers that make way. But your father was always a man of contradictions and broken traditions now wasn't he?"

Lazarus took a deep shaky breath. "What footsteps did you follow?"

His Lord didn't answer for a moment. "Do you know the Imperium of Man?"

"No."

What? He wouldn't say that was impossible. They were on the edges of the light of the Astronomicon, the dark No-Man zone, where only those with guts, needs, and fools, go. The Beast hadn't been spotted anywhere else in the Imperium. Something as large of the ship that Lazarus captained wouldn't be easily missed.

But – his Lord did say it had been twelve or fourteen thousand years since that had last seen each other. They were ancient. Larazus and the ship. Far older then the Imperium.

Trajann looked at the Beast.

Was it a product of the Age of Technology?

"We have much to speak on." The Dark King settled on. "I would like to get my sons and bring them aboard with your permission."

"Aboard me?" The confusion was nearly physical.

"Neutral grounds. You have been the one guarding them have you not?" The smile was back. "I thank you for that."

"No! No! No, need for thanks! Not between family! Not on this!"

Trajann could almost see a boy, faceless with a stature that was still being filled out, looking on in horror at the sound of his uncle saying 'thank you'. The very idea of such a thing happening was not thought about. It was almost funny, in a way.

"Yes! You can come aboard. I can't say that there is any food or that the water system is good for drinking. So bring that."

"We will."

It was with that that the Hailing Call was disconnected and his Lord turned to him.

"Get shuttled ready and get over there now."

Trajann bowed and the hurried to do just that.

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The inside of the flagships were full of nothing but memories.

That was what Trajann settled on as he went deeper and deeper through the hallwyas of the Second Legion.

Astartes and bugs with being that looked like long limped humanoids with faces that were only a mouth and slit nostros for noses; stood like statues. It was one thing, to be told that they were frozen mid fight when their Primarch and Hive Mother, for the lack of better wording, was thrown into statis.

The Commander, Commander Alaric, had enter the ship before anyone and had long since beaten everyone to his father.

Trajann wondered what they looked like.

All the Astartes with dressed for battle with helmets and weapons raised. Nothing could be seen as a weakness in the armor was seen.

Though, "All units," He spoke to his Vox, "When the Primarch awakes. Please stay clear of the Astartes. There maybe pressure on the weapons and that might activate them when they wake."

He got a course of 'yes, sirs,' before he moved on.

"Father. Come on, Father. You've been sleeping for too long."

If Trajann didn't know who the man was or what made him be as he was; he would have called Commander Alaric a raving lunatic. Pleading to a man not going wake.

But Commander Alaric was no mad man or raving lunatic, just a desperate Astartes trying to wake his Primarch.

"As you heard over the the Hailing, we are going to Captain Lazarus. I believe the waking of your father will happen on his ship." Trajann spoke as he came around the corner.

The Primarch, Shamlock, was sitting in the Captain's Chair. He was still dressed in a dark Blue-green armor that had gold ancient all over it. In design, it took after the late Lord Guilliman, following his silhouette though he was taller. His gun was on the ground, lost in the struggle that put him in the statis in the first place, and his sword was buried in one of the control consoles.

Lord Shamlock was pale of skin but was black of hair.

The stories of Konrad Curze and Corvus Corax come to mind.

His hair was a mess. Caked with blood that dripped down from the back of his head and down his amor. He had freckles, something the two mentioned brothers did not have, and while his face and head were tilted at an awkward angle, he was pretty beautifully even. That much was noticeable in the pale lighting.

"Stop gawking." Commander Alaric growled out.

Trajann looked over at him slowly.

Commander Alaric was brown haired, red-eyed, with a protective rage his his frame. He was on the small end of Astartes, wore the same color of his father and thus Legion. He had a chain sword on his back and a pistol on his hip.

"I did not mean offense." Trajann spoke as he took a few steps back.

"You a Custodes. You mean all the offense and apology." Was his answer.

Trajann bit back the defense for his brothers.

"Come," he said he stepped to the other side of the Primarch. "We'll carry him out to the shuttle and aboard the ship. Then he will awake."

Commander Alaric growled but helped nonetheless in the carrying of his father.

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So, the mystery of Maverick deepens. Also yes, we will see maverick again in 'A guide'.

This is hot of the typer and not at all edited. So if there is anything major that needs to be edited and fixed ASAP then point them out. Please and thank you.

So here is Shamlock. Asleep like a princess and is getting kidnapped to his cousin, who is not all that he appears to be.

I have a few AU Ideas that I'll most likely post about tomarrow. You have that to look forward too.

This took me forever to wright and I do not look forward to going back and editing it and adding details that I know need to be added here and there. 'Tis is the pain of writing I guess.

Thoughts?

Primarchs have distinctly stylized armor.

Flying Kinder Surprise!

The rules of the game are simple:

1. Take any number, write the number and your headcanon in the comments

2. When all 6 numbers are filled, I draw the primarch.

In the annals of Imperial History, there stand heroes greater than any other. These are the Primarchs, the Sons of the Emperor of Mankind, the patriarchs of the Twenty Legions of the Adeptus Astartes who united a frayed and divided galaxy in a long ago age when people still looked to the stars with hope... and the events of the Horus Heresy had not yet doomed the galaxy to darkness, suffering, and despair. But of these, only Eighteen are remembered: The Nine who Turned Traitor, and The Nine Who Remained, steadfast and loyal. Here then is a tale, a tale of the Second Primarch, lost to history and imperial records. It is the tale of Ailani, the Beloved Second, and the Emperor’s Daughter.