Beyond Home

Beyond Confused

Warhammer OC Fanfiction. Credit of Galaxy goes to Games Workshop! Original Characters and Species go to me! Enjoy! 

{Summary}: A woman, an amnesiac, lost, confused, and inquisitive, stuck in a galaxy filled to the brim with war, aims to locate the place she dares associate with the word Home. For both herself, and her kids.

Day One

"Huh?"

It was weird. She, felt weird. Little droplets of splashed on her face, slowly prompting her eyes awake. The air smelled of shit and blood and metal.

This was, really weird. She felt naked. Nude. But not exposed. Just really wet. Looking at her own body, she wasn't really showing off anything. She wore nothing, but it's not like she had any genitalia or something vulnerable like that to really reveal. Looking down, she saw her reflection in a surprisingly clear puddle, rain drops distorting the image a bit. Short, white hair. Olive skin. And beaming red eyes. That was her face.

"Cute." The woman whispered out, despite the rain dampening her hair.

She squinted her eyes, and stood up, only to find her bare feet and hand drenched in mud and blood, which she hoped proved not to be her own. The rains easily took care of that for her. Her head, to her surprise, was resting upon some sort of metal unstained by mud or blood.

It was then, that she fully took in her enivorment.

"Where?" Now fully standing, albeit slightly sinking in the small muddy vessel of water and dirt, she walked around. Her enivorment was filled with numerous bodies and vehicles. The landscape was a desolate, black barren wasteland of rock and hills. She didn't know why there were so many dead bodies, but she presumed a gruesome fight took place. Walking straight, she glanced to her right. It was the half obliterated side of a weird, blocky vehicle with one long barrel with two shorter, presumably two with the other half being gone, barrels. She wondered what it was. What was it?

Imperial Guard Lemus Russ Tank. Primary Battle Tank. The thought seemed to be a response to the question. Her subconscious responding to her question. Like, whatever she didn't know consciously, her subconscious did. She thought that was pretty awesome. Amazing even. The name seemed foreign in her mind, weird even. Like a clown. Though she didn't know what a clown was. The word just sounded odd. T And there were a lot of them. But they seemed determined, even in death. It was very weird. But she was butt naked, ass naked, in the nude, but felt fine. "Did no one survive?" Her voice wondered out loud. She didn't feel petty. She didn't know any of the dead factions, or even what killed them. What she did know, was that she didn't wish to stick around to find out. As she continued her endless walk, past the Lemus Russ tank, she noticed the other faction. Their corpses and vehicles were much smoother then the Imperial Guards blocky constructions. As she walked through the muddy and bloody terrain, her feet all but bathing in the sloshy substance, she stepped on something. Something hard.

Glancing down with a dull, but not quite blank, expression on her face, she noted that she was standing on an arm. A metal arm. A big metal arm. A severed metal arm. It was at least thrice as big as her own arm. With a weapon that seemed to fit the arms grasp with unsurprising ease. Cut from the elbow down, bone and dark red blood all but slowly trickled out of the socket, the light rains patting her head with astounding ease. She looked at the weapon within the arms grasp. It was mostly crimson red, with a sort of golden skull design on the top near the barrel. She wondered what it was.

Storm Bolter. Storm Bolter? She looked up with dull green eyes. The rain seemed to intensify in its barrage of droplets from dull grey clouds, a single arc of white hot lightning racing across the dull clouds. Her gaze looked back down. Bending down close to the ground, but only bending her legs so she didn't fall, she reached for the weapon. It took a solid minute to pry the weapon from the large armored fingers of the armored severed arm, but she finally pride the weapon from the hands metal and muddy fingers, now held in within her grasp. It took both her arms to hold it however.