(This story was me losing a bet in a game to a friend who will not be named for privacy) (Four bodyrooms 'remake' if you wish to call it such) Tzeentch god of change and sorcery... Khorne god of blood and war... Nurgle god of decay and pestilance... Slaanesh god of vice and excess... The four are the gods of chaos, powerful in their own rights, old as time if not older, beings that can rip the universe in half if not for the great game. Now find themselves sharing a vessel, a mortal vessel, a HUMAN vessel. The four unaware of how they ended up in such a state the four are surprise to learn they somehow wound up in the 21st century Earth before the Imperium's rise. What shocked them even more is that HE is no where to be seen leaving this Earth, the blue jewel they been seeking to be claimed for countless eons right in their hands. Yet they are trapped in a highschooler student who is the unwilling servent of a lowly 'devil' after a accident where she now claims him as her own. At least their new hoist seems to share their unwillingness to be apart of some devil peerages whatever that is. They must be careful for in this new game they find themselves in, both the gods themselves and the mortal who is more than willing to gain his freedom.

I woke up in a galaxy at war in a body that doesn't belong to me, I don't understand how it happened, but I'm in the body of a Necron Overlord in a crumbling tomb, with my dynasty dead and surrounded by enemies on all sides. I don't know where I am, I don't know what my goal is, but I'm sure of one thing, to survive I need to restore the dynasty I'm a part of. Maybe I'll end up creating mine along the way? That only time will tell.

In the depths of the grim darkness that shrouds the 41st millennium, the Astartes stand steadfast as the stalwart defenders of humanity. With hearts as cold as the void, these unyielding warriors wield the Emperor's fury as their own, crushing all who would dare threaten the Imperium. Yet, one such champion of humanity has been wrenched from his own time and space, finding himself cast into a realm beyond even his imagining. Here, in a world where twisted psykers roam free, the Astartes must confront a reality that defies all he has ever known. Accustomed to a life of war and destruction, how will this embodiment of humanity's wrath react to a world where mortal men live among the very creatures he has been bred to destroy?

Trapped in the shadow zone by the Autobots and their human pets, soundwave wanders aimlessly on the nemesis, earth, even the new Cybertron. He becomes angered and disheartened with his fate, until he hears a disembodied, female voice, in a language he recognizes as French calling out to someone. After which a portal opens, itching to escape this hellish dimension, he touches the portal, being brought into a world filled with the creatures ever hates most...Humans...that can fly?! What will the ex Decepticon Communications chief do in a world of magic and monsters as a little pink haired girls "Familiar"

*The art is not mine but from 推文 (though I am not 100% sure if I got it right). Please let me know if you want to take it down or not* *This fan fiction is for the sole purpose of beating the covenant back with iom reinforcements. If you like the covvies then I'm sorry. I am completely bias to humans for obvious reasons. I'll try to not be overly excessive of course but I can promise you that those smug ass apes and split lips bastard will know fear.* The Indomitus crusade is at full swing as the stars themselves burn. Guilliman leads the forces of humanity in a desperate struggle for survival and liberated worlds after worlds, alas not every corner of the galaxy could be saved. The Lamenters chapter, what few remained that is, desperately evacuated what they can on an isolated sector known as Cadere. On the face of certain annihilation, a strike force from one of the legendary founding chapters, the imperial Fist, complimented with the aid of adeptus custodes manages to reach the isolated chapter. Saving what they can, the fleeing imperial forces gambled everything they have and escaped through a warp storm. As if the Emperor wills it, the imperial armada miraculously survives. Though they arrived into a galaxy they know nothing of.

F/N L/N was born in Rapture and spent his life there in relative peace and luxury until the 1958 New Year's Eve Riots took his parents and made him an orphan at the age of 7. F/N surely would've died during the civil war and following years if it wasn't for the help of a single splicer named Daniel Craigston. The two survived the fall of Andrew Ryan and Atlas, but this new era of a "Rapture family" has finally driven them off the edge and now they plan their escape. Only question is how the hell could a single splicer and a teenager pull this off?

June 22, 1947, South Pacific A ship bound for San Francisco carrying a deadly secret cargo disappears, its deceased crew becoming completely lost to the world in every aspect save for within myth and legend. June 20, 2019, South Pacific A crew of frightened adults and hostage takers find within the sunken wreck of a B-29 airplane a string of coordinates pointing towards the now derelict and dangerous ghost ship, unknowingly entering into a world of pain and terror. June 23, 1956, North Atlantic After sinking beneath the waves of the South Pacific Ocean, the ancient ship reappears in the waters of an alternate world intact, with no living inhabitants onboard save for one, a woman who wakes up injured and questioning just how she had woken up from within a human form instead of as what she truly was. The S.S. Ourang Medan. (Notice: In the process of being re-written, future chapters will play out the same but be more detailed and have different personalities for certain characters so focus on the chapters not labeled as "Old story version" for now.)