Warhammer 40k: Primarch of the Golden Damned

Prologue: Breach on Dawn

Talking: The eye of terror is just ahead of us Primarch.

Shouting: Brace for impact!

Bold: It's, it's just me here on this lifeless planet.

Mind: I miss you mother.. I'll try find a way home back to Holy Terra.

Action: *revs Chainsword*

General pov

It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Empress of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth.
She is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of her inexhaustible armies.

She is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. She is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Man for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that she may never truly die.Yet even in her deathless state, the Empress continues her eternal vigilance.

Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Empress's will.

Vast armies give battle in Her name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst her soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors.

Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few.

But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from aliens, heretics, mutants -- and far, far worse. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable.

These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war.

There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.

As War after war raged on across the Furtherned stars of the Galaxy The empress's will shall carry on throughout Humanity.

On the Battleship Indomitable Dawn there leader Y/n Augestus Germanicus Primarch of the Golden Retriever's is known as the Youngest out of the 20 siblings he has despite this His actions is what made the person he is today.

a large Custodian Spear layed between his right fist, the Golden skull style helmet he wore barred no light only the blackened abyss his crew saw.

[Y/n Augestus Germanicus: Primarch of the Golden Retriever's]

Shortly after he was looking across the navigator as a member of the Adepta Sororitas arrived next his throne the  attention was spanned across the star map.