The Birth of a Primarch's Daughter

After a long day of work, Ginny returned to her home in the lower levels of the Hive City, a house built from scrap.

Ever since the Blackwatch Legion had swept through Alicia, Ginny, who had grown up as a gang's reserve recruit, had escaped the gang's control.

With no source of income, Ginny had to plan for the future. When she saw that a construction site was hiring, she signed up. Thanks to the bit of management experience she'd gained from her time in the gang, she became a proud foreman.

The work wasn't easy, but the pay kept food on the table. Returning home as usual to get some rest, Ginny noticed a new announcement on the holographic display at the street corner.

With her limited education, it took her a long time to read the notice. She learned that the Blackwatch Legion would be recruiting a batch of women from Alicia to serve as Space Marine recruits. Anyone interested was asked to sign up at their local office within five working days.

Having grown up in a gang and lacking any skills besides physical violence, Ginny felt this was a good way out.

On the day the Blackwatch swept through the Hive City, Ginny had seen the black-armored warriors for the first time from across half a street. They slaughtered the gang members with brutal efficiency, and neither resistance nor pleading could slow the pace at which bodies piled up in the streets.

She'd felt the greatest fear of her life then. Fortunately, she hadn't taken part in gang activities that day, so she'd escaped disaster.

However, after becoming a proud construction worker, she discovered that the Space Marines weren't as emotionless as the rumors claimed.

They were good to civilians and even drank and played cards with the workers. One warrior with a mohawk had seen how short she was and given her a packet of delicious food called "Latiao." He'd also told her about the greatness of the Primarchs. It was a flavor she'd never tasted before and an experience she'd never had.

"Could I become one of those proud warriors too?" Ginny asked herself.

Following the crowd, Ginny arrived at the recruitment office. Once they learned she had a basic education, they handed her a form and a pen, with some basic information to fill in.

She went to a room and followed the flow of people through further tests and selection. After a blood test to check the purity of her genetic code, she and several other women were assigned to a dormitory.

They were told they would be living there for the next month. The good news was that the cafeteria had plenty of food, with no limits, and it tasted great.

After round upon round of selection, only thirty young, healthy people without illnesses qualified. They became proud Blackwatch recruits, and Ginny was one of them.

They were led aboard a Stormbird Transport, and the roar of its engines carried them to the Blackwatch flagship, the Blacklight.

They walked down a long corridor and entered a large hall. It was filled with young women much like herself: some were soldiers in Auxilia uniforms, some were civilians like her, and some were tall, muscular female warriors with red cloth tied around their heads.

"You're lucky. Unlike those other little punks, you won't have to spend half a year fighting plants for air, though some of you may already be used to that sort of life," an officer in Power Armour announced from the front of the hall.

"Next, you'll undergo the Legion's augmentation process. If you're lucky, you'll have the chance to become proud members of the Blackwatch and devote your lives to the cause of our great father.

"All right, take them away. Our Medical Sergeants can hardly wait." The Medical Sergeants, whose shoulder plates bore a red heart emblem, got to work.

Ginny was lying on the operating table when she was injected with a drug and fell unconscious. Her naked body was cut open with a plasma scalpel. A Gene-seed stored in a test tube was taken from a refrigerated container and implanted in her flesh.

Excess tissue was removed, and a heart grown from her own flesh and blood was implanted. Her blood vessels were stitched together and secured.

The healing ability carried by the Gene-seed began to work. The cut started to close, and blood began flowing into her Secondary Heart.

The skeletal reinforcement organ and muscle-enhancing glands were among a total of nineteen surgeries, divided into three stages and carried out over the course of a month. Before the third stage, after each stage, the recruit would be immersed in a high-concentration nutrient tank. The implantation of the Haemastamen marked the end of the first stage.

During this time, the recruit's body grew rapidly, developing its basic framework. Its increased size made room for the surgeries to come. By then, the bones could mostly support the powerful muscles, though they remained rather fragile.

The second stage began with the fourth surgery, the implantation of Larraman's Organ, and continued through the seventeenth. By then, the basic bodily modifications were largely complete. The ribs grew into a solid bone plate around the gaps left for them in advance. The healing ability granted by Larraman's Organ gradually replaced the cells and closed wounds.

At this point, the body could absorb more nutrients, and even Plasteel particles could be absorbed by the radically optimized digestive system.

The third stage consisted of the two most important surgeries.

The first was the implantation of the Progenoid Gland. As an organ that allowed Space Marines to reproduce, it matured after five years, absorbing the host's experiences and some of her traits. The resulting Gene-seed could then be removed and carefully preserved as a vital resource for the Legion. When a Space Marine died in battle, her other Gene-seed would be retrieved to continue serving the Legion.

The second was the Black Carapace. This substance was a subdermal neural tissue. Once it fused with a Space Marine's body, it grew customized neural interfaces all over her body, allowing her to connect to different models of Power Armour.

Only after the Black Carapace had been implanted could a soldier be called a Space Marine. She could then achieve a true union of warrior and armor: with only a thought, her Power Armour would respond.

Of course, a Primarch didn't need so many artificial organs. Compared with the Emperor's exquisitely handcrafted masterpieces, Space Marines were only basic troops. Perhaps some warriors could achieve feats worthy of a Primarch.

But a Primarch was a Primarch, an exceedingly rare treasure in this Galaxy. Even the weakest Primarch was beyond the ability of the Space Marines born as their children to defeat—not even Lorgar, Primarch of the Word Bearers.

"Open your eyes!!!" Ginny had just woken from unconsciousness when she heard a voice. She needed no reminder. She knew it was her father.

She pushed herself upright, her immense strength straining the operating table. Wearing a white robe, Ginny gazed at the silver-haired giant before her.

He was so handsome. His loving eyes rested on her, cherishing every part of her and taking pride in her birth. Her altered senses greedily took in every detail of his appearance, wanting to etch him into her mind forever. In that moment, Ginny found the meaning of her life. She couldn't help leaning toward him, wanting to draw closer.

"Father!!!"

"Kehehehehe! That's right, little one! I'm your dad!" His wild laughter shattered Ginny's fantasy. But don't worry—her admiration would soon be shattered even further.