u/Round-Sale

Part of a Divergent Alternate Scenario Called “Pax Russica”

What If Prussia, Austria And Russia Stayed As Allies: https://www.reddit.com/r/PossibleHistory/comments/1uejrim/what_if_prussia_austria_and_russia_stayed_as/

“Battle and Ruin, the cards of the deck one dares to unleash when desperate or foolhardy to see through. These cards are set by the actions of those who have Fallen to the trap of envy or pride, the cards are set in a house, stacked and mellowed together to perfect complexity. 

It is an illusion that hides the dagger, aimed at thee who dares to trip over it, destroying the structure and the trap is sprung. I'm no fool, I saw it already… On Caliban.”

“Caliban was the home of our legion, the planet which the Lioness and her presence gave it order and discipline. 

Her ‘Father’, Luthor, sends himself over the edge into his pride and ego, thinking she stole the pride and honor that he believed was his… 

Now she’s gone to eternal slumber… and with it, my duty renews.”

”I watch from the Rock, in my charge of anguish and pain, I see how much she cared for me. 

Believing I died on Terra by the Archtraitor, she dropped her guard at my sight… and paid the price with everlasting sleep. Since then, I have led our legion from time to time, from cryosleep to another, to atone for my errors, hoping for a chance to see her again. 

Alone I wait in the 42nd Millenium and… she is missing.”

”We travelled hard and far into the Cicatrix Maledictum, looking for her and to prevent the Fallen or the Black Legion from making their play at their monstrosities. 

Each day, I try to consult with the Watchers in the Dark, each day the desperation at her fate reaches a new low, so much so that I’ve left command to Azreal, knowing full well that I was the one needed to unite my legion’s morale… but I feel weak, the world around me feels- dizzy. 

I can’t… feel my hands or legs, I need….” (Collapses to the floor next to a watcher)

“I didn’t know where I was, just a lush forest surrounded me, one very similar to those at Caliban. I wasn’t even standing, my eyes could see the face of The Lioness, carried in her arms in… in a loving manner.

She only managed to give me a kiss on the cheek and say “My Squire…” before I’m awake inside the Apothecaries’ quarters. I feel… New, the hope that she’s okay and waiting for me reinvigorates the legion, heading for The Traitors in Idolatros.”

“We fought as a full legion, under Azrael's might and my lead we saw through the campaign against the Traitors. 

We had all fallen from the trap of the arkifane by the careful disregard of Caliban through Wrymwood, sprung by the World Eaters, using our rage and stretched thin forces by the advance to tunnel vision our senses, even the arrival of the splinter fleet of the IX by Dante wasn’t enough.”

“The Chapter Master had been beaten down, I stood in the way of him and the Fallen Primarch of the XII, she charged at me and prepared for my fate. When it would happen a straight punch pushed her back from a mist. 

From that mist, The Lioness sprung out, carrying a shield and a new sword, surrounded by the Fallen that aided us, calling themselves “The Risen”. 

I saw the ferocity of their duel, My Liege on the defensive, the XII on a rageful bloodlust, the shield being the deal breaker between being bisected and being dominant.”

“By the end of the duel, the XII had fallen to the trick of My Liege, getting stabbed in the Neck as a consequence and being bludgeoned by the Shield  to her head by the Lioness. 

All I could see was a quick flash of light before the XII was no more. The battle had been lost, the Arkifane used the time to get what he wanted before leaving, the rage almost consumed me… yet a hand touched my shoulder… My Liege was here.”

“I conformed myself, I knew how The Lioness wanted to be referred to, our relationship was controlled, orderly and secretive above all else. 

Yet when I sneaked in how I would, she began to look distant; an encroaching sadness consumed her face and… tears formed. 

I could read the expression, I knew I had done, Caliban had changed her the moment she could see me… and when I had collapsed… She wanted that change to stick.

”My Liege, the Lioness of Caliban… felt hurt for the first time in her whole life, a change I had noted in her arms. It was like our duels of old, teaching me a lesson over bravery and sacrifice; now it was another, more personal lesson to confront. 

I had realized how much I had become a Sentinel, I thought the old her would have applauded my efforts… now I see how wrong I was, for I had thrown away one attribute for retribution… my Humanity.”

”She turned to me again and stretched her arms wide, crouching in the process, as if to show that change. I was shocked, almost horrified at the sight, thinking it was just a small dream, not even recognizing that change… now I see her true self. 

She was more than she let on, someone who cared deeply yet secretive and distanced, hidden to all and myself even If I knew it was the case when she made me her Permanent Confidant, recognizing what made us important to others was always in our trust.

She always loved me, she always strived for the best version of me, never the knight for it was a bonus to her mindset, the Human I had always known inside… and that her eyes wanted all along.”

“Thinking I had no intention at it, she looked away in grief and shame, by which I responded by removing my helmet, and rushed to embrace her. 

I let my true tears flow out and looked at her with a smile, the shock faded and her arms closed around me in an embrace of finality. 

We couldn’t care about the Legion or the Risen surrounding us, nor the IX Legion; the burden was lifted, I felt…free. And so too was she.”

”We gave each other a tender kiss, controlled yet wanting, for we had so much to catch up and atone.

 Soon after, the rest of the IX legion came forth, its Primarch and her Lover followed with them; I had noticed a change within the Lover, for he had Wings and was more alive than when Imperium Secundus was in place. We discussed anew, like old friends, I just wished that the Lover of the XIII was here to discuss, even if rash.”

“The conversation between both sisters was… I don’t give enough justice speaking it out. Like a prodigal Daughter returning home, they chatted like before, except they knew the other wasn’t going to discuss something dramatic like the issues of the XIII’s Backup Imperium. There was love and respect in it, making me hope that the meeting with the XIII will not be as bad as I thought.”

”As we left for the Rock, She and I felt… something new blossoming, it was more unrestrained and loving than ever experienced. 

I had accepted the Risen to our ranks despite the ‘Puritans’ sighs, She knew what to do, and if it led to this outcome… I can live with it for a thousand lifetimes. 

Now I see through the stars, holding hands with my beloved, looking at each other in perfect moments… and knowing that our duty doesn’t end only in death, but in the bonds and the oaths one places in another. 

We made a promise, and we shall keep it.” -Squire

(Art came from u/cnmbwjx.)

Helldivers 2: The Second Galactic War (Current Galactic Map): https://www.reddit.com/r/imaginarymaps/comments/1rqzvpg/helldivers_2_the_second_galactic_war_current/

Helldivers 2: The Second Great Democratization | Victory In 2GW Galactic Map (Concept): https://www.reddit.com/r/imaginarymaps/comments/1rsvvum/helldivers_2_the_second_great_democratization/

Helldivers 2: Super Earth World Map | Post 2GW Victory (Sort of Conceptual): https://www.reddit.com/r/imaginarymaps/comments/1u7jf2d/helldivers_2_super_earth_world_map_post_2gw/

Helldivers 2: The Second Galactic War (Current Galactic Map): https://www.reddit.com/r/imaginarymaps/comments/1rqzvpg/helldivers_2_the_second_galactic_war_current/

Helldivers 2: The Second Great Democratization | Victory In 2GW Galactic Map (Concept): https://www.reddit.com/r/imaginarymaps/comments/1rsvvum/helldivers_2_the_second_great_democratization/

War, the universal outlook that never changes.The methods and the strategies may shift, mold and twist but the carnage, the pain and the hardship of battle are irreplaceable. 

Yet in war outlooks shift, people adapt and their behavior towards everything and everyone changes as time moves forward. In the hands of Two Immortals, one who fights with courage and honor, and another who knows far more than anyone suspects… Love is all they have now.

It is the 42nd Millenium, the galaxy has only known war for ages. Gone are the days of the Great Crusade, or the Hathor Heresy. 

With the Empress, now as the Carrion Lady of the Imperium, it has stagnated, as the bloodiest regime by the ambitious, the corrupt and the believer. Now as the Great rift splits the Galaxy in half, the Imperium is facing its final gasp… 

Yet one woman defies it: Juno Guilliman, The Regent of the Imperium.

Awoken as the final solution to hold the Imperium from the brink, she stands with the Empress’ Flaming Sword and carves a path beyond the Evil of the Chaos Gods in a Mighty Crusade as its Avenging Daughter against its foes.

Yet one factor had always been missing, every insecurity, every lonely night waned at her conscious, for without him, everything felt so…dark.  “Centurion… where are you?”

She had known him for ages, ever since she became the Lady of Ultramar before meeting her mother, he had always been at her side. 

At the highest battles of the Great Crusade, at the worst cases of the Heresy and at her lapse of Judgement when facing Fulgrima when Sanguinia never responded. 

Yet when she was resurrected, she only saw his face in cloak for a mere moment before just…disappearing. 

For Centurion, it was a different story. Ever since becoming a Perpetual back in Ancient Terra, when he had stabbed the “Messiah” at his death on the cross, betrayed by its female member, Judas, he had roamed its landscapes, seeing all the universe had to wonder…except for Juno. 

She had something no one had…Her Courage and Fortitude. He fell in love, she followed suit, they felt more connected than ever, knowing the other had their back for as long as they fought and stayed together… until the Pheonician took her away.  

From that day, everything for him felt… Hollow. Becoming the Regent of Ultramar in her absence, he disappeared from public life after the War of the Beast. Becoming a cloaked shadow in Macragge, never quite leaving her sight in the Ten Thousand years she was in Stasis. 

Yet the moment she awoke, he took one look at her… and he just…left. The pain, the anguish and the shame came rushing back, and it only made him feel worse than what he had ever experienced in millennia.

As she unleashed the Indomitus Crusade across the stars, he wasn’t far behind. He always followed in the splinter Ultramarine fleets, watching, contemplating what he should do. 

“Should I… go to her?” It was the thoughts of indecision that followed, the doubt began to eat him alive. Yet in the end, he knew the answer 

“Even still… I will not leave her side… Never again.” Was all he could say as this fleet headed straight for the Garden World of Lax.

The Plague Wars had reached its climax on this hospital world, Juno had once again bitten more than she could chew. She had taken on her Daemon Sister Morticia, their duel was something not seen for Thousands of Generations since the Heresy, both fighting like Godly warriors of old. 

Yet Centurion could see the outcome, Juno had no chance against her, falling right for the Trap she’d orchestrated. Not to kill her, to claim her for the Grandfather.

He saw the moment, when Morticia pinned Juno to the ground and prepared to deal a mortal blow, he knew to intervene. 

Spelling out the ancient words of Enuncia, taught by his late friend Ollanius, it pushed her back with such force she couldn’t recover for seconds. 

As Juno got back up she wanted to see what had happened, she encountered a cloaked man to her confusion, he removed to reveal himself as Centurion and saw the other with their own eyes.

Everything around them simply disappeared, the Plague Wars didn’t matter anymore. Centurion was about to say his apologies for not being there for her when she needed him the most but was instead met with a hug, one with tears in Juno’s eyes. 

He reciprocated and embraced back as the Ultramarines began to take ground against the Plague Marines; Morticia saw what was going on, seeing them distracted and out of time she struck.

With a quick motion she launched a projectile of parasites and disease towards Juno, intending to claim her as it was the only way to salvage the battle. Centurion saw it coming, and with a split second choice untangled from the Hug and absorbed the projectile head on... 

The entire battle stopped, champions from both sides… mere guardsman and Lesser Daemons… even both Primarchs watched in pure horror at the sight.

Centurion got up from the hit, expecting his Perpetual essence would have cleansed it off his system. 

He gambled… and he lost. 

Godblight is a force of the Grandfather’s nature, the force to kill a Primarch as high as Magna… and he is just a lesser Immortal. 

He quickly collapsed to his knees, then soon the floor, pain was everywhere inside him, his body and soul becoming putrid, decrepit… Nurgle still got a prize.

Juno simply watched in pure shock, then she looked at her Sister… and Rage took hold. 

A swift punch was all she could deliver to Morticia… and it did nothing, she just pinned Juno to the floor and knocked the Flaming sword out of reach, intending to finish the job… but Juno was no longer looking at her. 

No pushback, no punches, not even an angry stare. Her eyes turned to tears, looking at her beloved…”I’m sorry.” Is all Juno said.

”Well, If all you want is him… I’ll send you to the Grandfather with him!” Morticia screamed out loud at being ignored, preparing to inject the blight to Juno. 

Yet as it was going to happen a bright flash of light appeared before them, originating from Centurion, he ascended above the ground and in an instant the Godblight had been cured. 

Juno and the Loyalists looked on in amazement, but Morticia and the servants of Nurgle looked on in fear. His eyes, his light… 

The Anathema herself was here.

“Mother-“ is all Morticia could say as Centurion picked up the Flaming sword and plunged it to the ground as fire consumed them. 

She saw the battlefield, every servant and her gene sons were dying… She then saw the Garden of Nurgle, now in a blazing inferno of her own hybris and the gates to his home had opened up…they were never meant to open.

Dragged to her master kicking and screaming as her sons fled offworld and with the eyes of her Mother looking on satisfied.

As the battle was won the light and power of the Empress faded and Centurion returned to his normal self. He had no clue as to what had happened, only that he felt relieved of the burden. 

Juno slowly got up, tears still in her eyes and rushed at him, giving a hug even stronger than before, Centurion was flabbergasted at first, then he reciprocated the hug and both lustfully kissed for the first time in ages. 

As they returned to the Indomitus Commandship, Juno and Centurion looked at the stars, at their everlasting beauty, slowly holding hands and with happy smiles as their fleet locked coordinates to the newly warp storm free world of the Ninth Sister: Baal. 

Even as nervous to meet Sanguinia, Juno knew that with Centurion, it would all be alright, for even in the Grim Darkness of the far future… love is all that remains. 

(Art came from u/cnmbwjx. Sorry it took long, I had to really think about what to write and had Quarter Exam Finals to deal with, the next one will come soon.)

https://x.com/jackpesaurus/status/1742519467593056508 (I believe she’s underrated on the Subreddit in terms of Fan art)

This is my small take on “Lover's Trip Across Dimensions” AU of u/That800sguy. This is not canon to his series specifically but to my Fem Primarchs Meet Male Primarchs series, I call it the  “Imperium Inversum” AU. It's something I thought of recently and had some fun with. 

I’m starting to come up with ideas for writing about Juno and Centurion during the Plague Wars, so it will take some time to do it.

Here is the Series:
The search for Lover continues. But… 
Lover did NOT have a good time coming back

Part of “The Reversed Cold War” Timeline Scenario

What If The Cold War Was Reversed:  https://www.reddit.com/r/Fictionalmaps12/comments/1t1qqwo/what_if_the_cold_war_was_reversed/ 

What If The United States Went Communist Instead Of Russia: https://www.reddit.com/r/Fictionalmaps12/comments/1ta64na/what_if_the_united_states_went_communist_instead/