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Sam awoke.... Which was odd, because he was pretty sure he just died in the arms of his wife.... But here he was, awake.
"Oh lord Samuel, thank the god Emperor you are awake, you took a nasty blow to the head in that car crash." A voice said.
Oh gods... Oh no..... Not again! Wasn't being reborn once enough for a man? What could the universe want with him again? This had to be the work of the chaos pantheon, punishment for fucking up the heresy on them.
Groaning, he sat up and immediately regretted it, his head throbbed, he could only see out one eye, gingerly reaching up he felt bandages around his skull.
A maid ran into sight. "Do not push yourself so soon my lord, the medica says you still need to recover from the implants."
"Implants?" He slurred, curing himself for a sign of weakness.
"Well yes my lord, the crash caved in a portion of your skull and cost you your left eye, only the finest craftsmanship of the magos biologists where used to repair the damage."
Oh, so he lost an eye, that was nice. "Where am I?"
The maid pailed. "You.... You do not know my lordship?"
He sighed. "I took a substantial blow to the head, my memory is... Patchy." A good a lie as any, he learnt from Fulgrim the best lies contained a seed of truth to make them more palatable.
The maid curtsied. "You are in the hive city Noctus on Valron my lord... Anything else?"
He rubbed his jaw, feeling a thick growth of hair... Have to get rid of that. "Year?"
"M 42 my lord... Do.... Do you want me to fetch the medicade?" She asked nervously.
M 42? It had been late M 30 when he died.... Over ten thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye? He looked at the nervous maid. "Yes, summon them, might as well see what damage has been done miss..... He trailed off, what was this girl's name?
"Betty your lordship, just Betty."
"Very well Betty, fetch the medicade, I think I wish to try walking." She scuttled out of the room as he inched his way to the edge of a ludicrously large bed, wincing as he stretched his back.... Well, he had an easier in this time, from nobody remembermancer to hive nobility. Standing up he waited for the feeling of vertigo to subside before exploring his room.
It didn't take long to find a mirror and what he saw made his lip curl. He was tubby, not fat, but certainly not thin like his last life.... And he had a good awful beard that looked more like some furry creature had campted out on his chin, need to shave that off.
He made his way back to the bed and sat down..... Ten thousand years... Where was Fulgrim? Melody? Douglas? As soon as he was fit enough, he would charter a ship to Chemos and find out... And try to figure out why he was given a second run at things?
He sat on the bed and waited till the bustling form of a magos biologists entered. "Are, very good, you are awake lord Harkon, let us see how the Omnisire has treated you." Came an electronically voice as they stepped forward and started undoing the bandages.
Sam yelped as light hit his artificial eye, pop up blocks of text filled his left vision as he swayed.
"Do not worry my lord, it is just calibrating." The magos spoke as yes, soon the text vanished as the eye calmed down.
Sam reached up and gently tapped around the eye, feeling cool metal, it seemed to be a more stylish model, designed the blend in with the curvature of the face rather than the boxy models he remembered, bolted onto the skull.
The magos extended several medical tools, taking a blood sample and humming. "Despite catastrophic cranial injury, you seem well my lord, praise be the Omnisire."
"How... How bad was it?" He asked.
"There was at least a 59% chance you would not of survived the first week unaided."
Right, any fuck ups he can blame on brain damage. "That bad?"
"We did what we could, installed a cogitator engine to help you function as you once did, but it is safe to say the man you where died, you have been reborn in the Omnisires glory."
Oh goody, he had a computer in his brain now.... But this would also help him blend in better. "How long until I am fit for warp travel? There is some where I am dying to visit."
The magos beeped. "One teran standard month to adapt to your augments is standard."
A month... A month to learn as much as he could... Oh Fulgrim, please be out there somewhere.
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I told you I come back, but I won't be doing daily updates, to many other fics on the table... But yeah, here we go again.