Across the Multiverse, a time uncompreensasionable to mortal beings, there was an incident involving the world computer tree Yggdrasil. Now the Imperium, and other Worlds, are put into an infinite time loop until the damage can be fixed. With that said, welcome to the Infinite Warhammer 40000 Loops!

LOOPS FOR THE LOOP GOD! SNIPS FOR THE SNIP THRONE!

Loop mechanics (general):

One person in a Loop, often the main character, is an Anchor. They are the person who first starts time looping.

There is always at least one Anchor present in a given Time Loop snippet, though it may not be the local one.

To be Awake is to be aware of the time loops (that is, to have gone back in time this time.)

The Anchor is the only character guaranteed to be Awake. Even after others have started looping, it is mostly random as to whether they will be Awake this particular loop.

Crossovers, fusions, and alternate pasts can also take place. It is perfectly possible, for example, to have the characters Awaken into a loop which conforms to a fanfic universe rather than reality.

Loops do not have to be in chronological order, but it is strongly preferred that they not require a mutually contradictory order (where A must be before B and B must be before A.)

Just about every Looper is very, very stir crazy.

And now for the specifics about this compilation:

Anchor: Leman Russ

Admin: Fenrir

Loopers: Freki and Geri, Vulkan, Bjorn, The Emperor, Slaanesh, Tzeentch, Nurgle, Khorne, Ciaphas Cain (HERO OF THE IMPERIUM), Amberley Vail

Addtional notes: Due to a Fused Loop with Equestria which resulted in Fluttershy raising Leman Russ and producing a stable Anchor, the loopers of Warhammer 40,000 tend to have more fused loops with Equestria. When in Equestria, Leman Russ goes by the name of Lemon Rush and tends to loop in as foal and for Ciaphas Cain, he goes by the name of Candy Cane. We will be trying to limit the ponies loops, as there is a backlog as a majority of the loops were written with the ponies several years ago and are a part of the looping canon.

1.0

(Madfish)

Fluttershy walked among the drifts of the freezing valleys she found herself on at the start of the loop. She had had to restore her alicorn status just to survive the frozen wasteland and though the weather was harsher than any other. She could have allowed herself to die and end the loop for herself, but if the others were here somewhere, they would need her help given the few times she had tried a spell beyond telekinesis. She had felt sick, as if monsters had tried to climb through her horn into her skull. Besides, she owed it to her current companions' mother to make sure they grew up big and strong first.

"I hope Twilight's going to be ok," she said to the wolves beside her, "Without her magic, she gets- twitchy..."

She trailed off as one of the wolves, a cub but larger than her pegasus self, drew her attention to a light flickering in the distance. Light's meant people, hopefully friendly people.

As they approached, she found herself disappointed as all that was there was some sort of pod covered with ice. Scraping the ice of the hatch she gasped as she saw the child within.

The wolves panted, breath frosting in the air as they looked in at what had surprised their surrogate mother.

"No! You can't eat him. We're going to take this pod to shelter and we're going to help the poor dear. If no one comes for him you can think of him as your new little brother."

The Emperor stood over the unconscious form of his son. Victorious in battle, as he had not been in feasting, he turned, letting those around stare at his mighty form and their fallen King. It was good to see that these people were strong. They mastered their world and its beasts, as the mighty wolves with the guards and strange winged equine creature his son kept as a pet attested.

The time for asserting his victory done, he turned back to reach down and pick his son up – only to be stymied. He found himself staring into the yellow creatures' eyes and felt its will slam into his own. Now the Emperor knew himself to be the most powerful psyker in the galaxy – but, while it takes great will to wield such power, that power is not in itself will. So, taken by surprise, he found himself frozen under its stare as the Creature had the gall to start to lecture him!

"How dare you! How dare you!" The Creature raged, "My Son freely invites you into his hall and even when you lost your challenge he gave you your request of victory for the second, you spit on his generosity and hospitality then strike him down by bringing an artifact of power to a duel of honour! What do you...?"

The would be Unifier of Humanity tuned out the Xeno's speech as he began to reassert his will as his own master. Only surprise had stayed his hand that long, and though he felt the force of the Xeno's attack strengthen enough to slow his limb it would not be enough to save it from being crushed under the force of his glove's powerfield.

Sometimes a fraction of a second is enough, though, and a sliver of time before he connected his chin was met by the rising Russ' fist throwing him back to the Great Hall's doors.

"You eat my food, drink my drink, then insult my household and try to kill my Mother. Let's see how you do in a fair fight!" With that Russ gestured and the two greatest wolves in the hall were at his side, one presenting him with his axe and the other with a shield.

Even from the door and with his brains rattled the Leader of Mankind could feel the touch of the warp on them. Apparently bringing his son home would be more difficult than he'd expected.

Fluttershy had learned many hard lessons in this loop; She had learned that despite her talent and the abilities she had gained through the loops some creatures could not be reasoned with, she had learned to be a good mother making sure her charges were safe and able to grow in a harsh environment, she had learned of a deep abiding pride when her sons had brought the wolves and humans of this planet together uniting them for survival and protection as a greater whole.

"I thought I was stronger now," she thought as she shivered. The fear she had conquered centuries ago rekindled by near death, the implacable, disturbing eyes she had looked into and the sheer power she witnessed there. The sound of battle and the barking of wolves carried into the hall as the people within looked out to what she couldn't see. A few of them began brushing her mane to try and offer comfort.

"Why can't I help? I'm not strong like Twilight." The sound of what could only be a building collapsing made her flinch. Her son needed her and she was so weak that she was just lying down, shivering, like she always did.

"But I wasn't strong when I went into the Everfree that first time... or when I faced the Dragon... but they needed me... no… I was strong, because they needed me!"

She took flight with a speed that was distinctly atypical of her, kicking open the hall shutters to avoid the battle outside. Glancing down as she made for the clouds she saw her little Leman charge out of a pile of rubble and hook the man's artifact gauntlet out to the side with his axe. Geri took the opening and leapt, teeth scoring his armoured shoulder to little apparent effect, before he was grabbed and swung bodily at Leman to break their mutual weapon lock.

Reaching the clouds, she wove an illusion to hide her actions and began to work them vigorously. "I might not be Rainbow Dash, but if Applejack can do this then I can too!"

"It seems, my Son, you've been abandoned! Like humanity ever is by the xeno when comes their time of need."

"She would never abandon me! It was she that taught me of Loyalty and Kindness on this harsh world. She took me in and made sure neither myself nor my brothers starved. With her teachings all of my Pack have prospered!"

"And yet she is gone." Punching Leman's shield squarely in the centre, sending the Primarch flying, he turned his back on him. The Emperor dealt Freki a viscous kick to the head, rendering the wolf insensate, while a gesture at Geri resulted in him flying over the surrounding buildings and out of sight.

With a berserker roar Russ returned to the fight hewing and chopping at air as the man before him skilfully evaded each strike, watching the rage in Leman's eyes build.

"I find myself disappointed. I have searched the galaxy for my stolen son, and I find that he sacrifices his skill for rage so easily." So saying he grabbed the haft of the axe swung at him and wrenched hard to break his berserking son's grip, familiar from a hundred battles against Chaos with the madness he saw before him. So he was understandably surprised to have misread the King of the Russ when Leman abruptly released both axe and rage and rammed the edge of his shield around his guard, aiming for his throat with all the skill that he'd apparently abandoned.

The Emperor jumped back, sparing himself, but the power feeds to his glove were severed as he brought it up to shield himself.

"Perhaps you are a worthy son after all!" He crowed with a smile, before he frowned seriously, "But we have much to discuss – as fun as these games have been."

Like Feni before him Russ was lifted into the air but instead of being launched away he was kept pinned to nothing as the Emperor began to talk.

Hidden above Fluttershy's illusion of stratocumulus, the clouds churned, transformed by her magic into a roiling charged mass. She carefully opened a gap in the illusion and saw Leman held aloft far below. Her reservations were put aside as she flew higher and higher straining to keep her telekinesis caressing the massive cloud bank below. Inverting herself she took a deep breath of the rarefied air and allowed herself to plummet.

Flap.

She aimed for her gap.

Flap. "I'll-"

She sped up.

Flap.

Her telekinesis firmed and began closing the gap and pushing the cloud bank down, creating a funnel.

Flap. "Not-"

She neared the wall.

Flap.

She was through the closing gap.

Flap. "Let-"

Telekinesis pulled the clouds into contact with her tail.

Flap.

She flooded the clouds with her pegasus magic and pulled them faster.

Flap. "You-"

Nearly.

Flap.

The-

Flap. "Down-"

-re.

FLAP.

Her acceleration soared as her body plummeted. Her sons' attacker beginning to look up at the funnel of storm clouds trailing her and the clearing skies as her illusion shattered.

FLAP! "Ever-"

Straining to bring her tail past her hooves as she tucked her legs.

FLAP!

BOOM!

Through the wall she watched as Russ fell and was dragged away by Geri, as the man raised some form of shield spell.

FLAP! "Again!"

Releasing the clouds she twisted to the side and bucked the the cloud funnel still moving down as hard as she could.

KRACKKK!

Lightning crawled across the funnel like the biggest plasma globe in the universe, then lanced down at the God Emperor of Mankind with the precision of a sniper and the force of a lance barrage.

Then the world was silent. And down from above came a yellow alicorn, her unconscious form spinning like a falling sycamore seed, a few tattered wisps of cloud catching round her like a torn parachute.

"...did you see that?" Bjorn the Fell-handed asked. "I never thought someone would beat the little mother, or Russ!"

"Well," Grimbold the Aethling chuckled, "I don't think our guest thought they were that strong either. Look, he's out too!"

"A draw, by Fenrir!" Bjorn called. "Only a draw gives both sides full honour!"

"Oh, give over," one of the clanners said, gesturing at a wolf that was looking at Fluttershy. "They'll be fine in the morning."

"To lord Russ and the little mother!" Grimbold raised his horn.

Freyja Hearth-Mistress' snort could be heard over raucous cheering of the menfolk. "Honour implies our 'guest'," a word she spat like cursed Winter, "has some to regain. You saw him try and strike down our Little Mother when she justly chastised the lout. He's already shown his colours. He can stay in the stables, for I won't have him under our roof till our King is well."

From beside her a huge wolf bitch growled.

Freyja nodded, "You're right. I wouldn't trust him near the kennels with the pups either. Bring them into the Hall for now and we'll all keep watch over them."

1.1 (elmagnifico)

Bjorn the Fell-Handed, oldest living Space Marine in the Imperium, ambled down a cold hallway on Fenris, in the home of the Space Wolves.

Now, since old space-marines were rare, and ones that were not covered in spikes and screaming out for blood, skulls, or various degrees of hanky-panky were even rarer, Bjorn was treated with a great deal of respect. Wolf-brothers, acolytes, rune-priests and chapter serfs alike bowed their reverence for the being that had seen not-quite-infinitely more battles than they had.

And, because Bjorn was currently encased in what looked for all the universe like the distinctly dangerous offspring of a construction vehicle and a rabid refrigerator, he didn't really notice the obeisance. As a mostly-living engine of destruction, there was really only one thing he really wanted to be doing at the moment, and that was dismembering the enemies of humanity, with maybe a nice beer down the nutrition tubes and a nubile serf to oil his joints afterwards. As the oldest living loyalist space marine, all he got was woken up every century or so, to tell tales of bygone battles in increasingly ceremonial affairs. All the while watching his chapter turn to steadily sillier aspects of their once-simply-cosmetic wolf motif.

Take just now, for instance. The first thing he'd heard when the techpriests roused him from the latest century-long catnap was "Oh mighty Bjorn, the Fell-Handed, we awaken thee to help us remember the past, the forgotten and the sacrificed, those who embody the spirit of the Wolf". In his day, "spirit of the warrior" had been a joke that young scouts threw around when talking about their liquor. Now it had progressed to full-fledged ceremony, and subsequently plastered with extraneous lupine content.

To make things worse, he'd heard maybe two names spoken over the past twenty-four hours that did not contain some form of the word "wolf". On the way back from the "Wolf Hall", he was reasonably sure he'd seen one of his younger chapter-brothers actually riding one of their canine companions around like it was an assault bike instead of a fighting beast.

When a dreadnaught sighs, it's not so much a slow output of breath as a slumping, clanking ejection of copious amounts of bad-smelling exhaust. If any of the servitors preparing him to go back into stasis still had noses, they'd probably have coughed quietly to themselves. As it was, the last thing Bjorn heard before returning to the cold sleep of centuries was the aggravated whirring of their atmospheric fitrators. The lights dimmed in his head as the techpriests sang their stupid hymns. He'd had just about enough.

The next thing he heard was a voice.

"Oh mighty Bjorn, the Fell-Handed, we awaken thee to-"

The sarcasm and lack of reverence in the tone caused space marine in question to decide that he'd progressed from "just about" to "absolutely" enough, and threw himself at the source of the insufferably smug-sounding speaker.

However, instead of the creak of hydraulics, the roar of a combustion motivator and a brief, satisfying squish noise, all Bjorn heard was the clattering, meaty thump of a man falling out of his bunk. A chorus of laughs started up from above his prone form. He tried turning on his visual actuators, to see what kind of freakishly large and likely wolf-looking techpriests the chapter had gotten to wake him up this time, but the cybernetics steadfastly refused to respond. He muttered angrily at his machine-spirit, which maintained an equally aggravating silence. Which was only made worse by the increasingly raucous guffaws from on high. Steadily getting more fed up, Bjorn did something he hadn't tried since they'd put him in the thrice-accursed death-refrigerator.

He opened his eyes.

He was face down on a metal floor. Not that that was particularly unusual, the Chapter, even in its latest lunacy, still didn't have much truck for carpets. He pushed off the floor with his arms and sat up.

Standing over him were a trio of familiar faces. Businesslike beards and hair braided in a utilitarian fashion framed faces that were at once intimately familiar, and foreign as the wastes of time could manage. On the left there was Skaldi Skullhammer, opposite him Olaf Stalhelm, and in the middle Baldur the Brick-Faced.

His old squad, from before the Heresy.

Bjorn wasn't sure what was going on, so he joined in. It was pretty funny, even if the small part of him that was persistently thinking of such things had no idea how the techpriests had managed to get his dreams this vivid. Perhaps this was some long-forgotten ritual for dredging up more of the old tales the chapter was so besotted with?

That part of him was soon drowned out by the rest of Bjorn, which managed to bring the reluctant bits around with the idea that so long as they were hallucinating the old days, they might as well have fun with it.

So he followed along, enjoying the fact of having fingers again, itching and going about the business of gearing up and being a Space Marine. Memories of what was to happen this day filtered in from somewhere in the back of his mind. The Company was on parade today, to be inspected by the Primarch Leman Russ himself.

Less than an hour of armor-polish, breakfast and beer later, they were all standing at attention alongside the other squads in the Company. Bjorn practiced the art of observing the room without taking his eyes out of the correct position. It was the drill hall, just as he'd remembered it, but with one odd exception, muttered under his breath.

"Hmph. Cleaner than it was last time around."

Lord Russ' hearing had always been the best in the chapter. Bjorn really ought to have remembered that. The Primarch pointed an armored finger directly at him.

"You, marine. Report to me in my quarters, immediately."

Bjorn could feel the concerned looks from the others as he filed off, following the figure that dwarfed even him until they reached a side room. He stood as rigid as one of the ice tors outside.

"Name, and rank."

"Bjorn Haakonsen, heavy weapons, second squad, fourth company, SIR!"

Lord Russ brought up a device he'd never seen, but his memories somehow told him was some kind of auspex for detecting gellar radiation the Primarch had introduced to the Legion a while back.

"Tell me, has anything odd occurred recently, Brother Bjorn? Like a machine-spirit holding an extended conversation, small equines bouncing through your vision, or time deciding to eat its tail like an orouboros?"

Bjorn spent a second or two being flabbergasted, before deciding to be more chronologically frugal.

"Aye, sir. That last one, actually."

Leman Russ then did something completely unexpected. His Primarch laughed, and embraced Bjorn, whirling him around like he'd seen some of the serfs do with their mates.

"Ha! By Father and the Little Mother, at last, another one! Oh, you can't imagine how lonely it's been."

The smaller marine decided being flabbergasted might be a good investment after all.

"Sir?"

The Primarch slumped into one of the utilitarian and reenforced chairs in the corner of the quarters, and gestured to the other with a friendly armored wave.

"Sit down, Bjorn the Fell-Handed, and I shall tell you the tale of a tree called Yggdrasil."

1.2 (Saphroneth)

"Ah, it's good to see you, little mother."

Fluttershy eeped. "Can't… breathe…"

Leman Russ released her, ignoring the gobsmacked expressions of his honour guard. "And these must be Twilight, Rarity, Pinkie, Applejack and Rainbow Dash!"

"Ah, you remember us!" Twilight said, smiling. "I hoped you would."

"I could never forget you." The Primarch tapped a massive finger absently against his sword hilt. "Now, what's first… of course! A feast!"

Pinkie grinned. "I like the sound of that!"

The Space Wolves thought it over, and decided – en masse – that they did as well.

"So, what brings you to my humble corner of the universe?" Russ asked that evening. The two Fenrisian wolves he always raised lounged around him, all three dwarfing the six Equestrian visitors quite handily.

"Well… we just, turned up here." Twilight shrugged. "Loops are fairly random, after all. Though, actually, none of us have much idea what a normal Dark Millennium Loop is like. Anything you can tell us?"

"Oh, don't get me started!" Russ shook his head. "Bjorn can tell you all about it, he usually lasts quite a while even if I get thoroughly lost to the Warp."

Bjorn made what was almost certainly a rude gesture. "I always end up in a damned dreadnought, you mean. Boring as hel."

Russ grinned back. "Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what usually happens is that things get really nasty. I can never seem to stop all the Legions falling to Chaos – I saved the Thousand Sons, and the Raven Guard fell. Then I tried keeping the Death Guard pure, and that was it for the Ultramarines. Even tried killing off Horus, and that's when I found out the whole thing got started by a Word Bearer! And as for trying to handle the Alpha Legion, I can never tell if I'm coming or going."

Twilight pondered that. "I guess Pinkie really did do a lot of good when she replaced Slaanesh."

"Wait, she did what?" Bjorn laughed out loud. "That must have been hilarious!"

"It was super fun!" Pinkie's eyes glowed. "I had all the parties!"

"…actually, now I'm scared," the Space Wolf looper muttered. "Wonder how Ciaphas would take that."

"Ciaphas?"

"Oh, I remember him!" Pinkie beamed. "He was awesome! Kinda nervous, though."

"I don't blame him," Leman said, sotto voce. "Little Mother, your friends are sometimes a little unnerving."

"I know, Lemon – Leman, sorry." Fluttershy exhaled sharply. "But they're friends, and I wouldn't give them up for anything."

"Aye, I know the feeling." Russ scratched Geki behind the ear, looking into the distance.

"Alright, girls," Twilight said, beating her wings soundlessly to hold station in the immaterium. "Three, two, one..!"

A bolt of rainbow light sizzled across the howling wastes of the warp, and impacted dead centre on the Eisenstein.

Twilight nodded briskly, as Nurglite daemons fled from the huge ship. "Five down, fourteen to go."

"This is getting tiring, though," Rarity admitted. "You know the Elements never work so well outside Equestria."

"Yeah, I do." Twilight let her magic build up for a gigantic teleport. "But we're handling so much chaos I think we're getting a fair performance out of them anyway. Right, next stop Ultramar."

Her power crested, and in an eyeblink they were a long way away.

"And… done!" Twilight ticked off another item on her list. "Webway access acquired, Webway fixed, and Commorragh cut off from the network. What's next?"

Sifting through the paper, she answered her own question. "Here we are. Necrons. Any ideas?"

Dash raised a hoof.

"Apart from too many cyclonic torpedoes."

Dash lowered a hoof.

"I know!" Pinkie said, suddenly. "I'll go chat with Trazyn! He's fun."

"Fun? Fun?" Russ goggled. "He once stole my thirteenth company!"

"Eh," Pinkie said, grinning. "Unlucky for some."

"Right, Pinkie's handling that one." Twilight pencilled that in. "Oh, how's the Emperor doing? I haven't seen him in a week."

Russ grinned uneasily. "I may have sucker punched him after he questioned Mother's presence."

"May?" Fluttershy asked warningly.

"Alright, I did sucker punch him." The Primarch shrugged. "Turnabout is fair play – and at least I wasn't wearing a power fist."

He sobered. "I don't know how to thank you enough. I mean, there's still problems turning up all over the place, but the Emperor and my brothers are all still alive and… mostly… sane."

"Alpharius is the most fun one, silly!" Pinkie grinned. "Well, apart from Omegon."

"How do you even tell them apart?" Rarity asked absently.

"Guesswork!"

"…and so, in the name of the Emperor of Mankind, ruler of the million suns, and in the name of his Empire of Man, and his tributaries, we welcome you to the stars. May you live long and well amongst the heavens."

Guilliman stepped back from the com system. "How was that?"

"Laying it on a bit thick, there, don't you think?" Fulgrim asked. "I mean, come on. They're explorers, not politicians."

"Well, I happen to think you made the right choice." Dorn shrugged. "I mean, it's not every decade that an out-system power turns out to have discovered antigravity and artificial intelligence before even launching a moon mission. And five thousand years ago they were nomadic hunters."

"Still are." Magnus the Red nodded. "Not one of them has a flicker of magic. That's superstitious and backwards to my reckoning."

"I agree with Roboute," Twilight said before the brothers got into too major an argument. "And I'll just remind you that it kind of is my ship."

She felt a bit of a guilty thrill of pleasure at the thought. Russ had insisted, the Emperor had been interested, and she hadn't felt she could turn it down… and the huge battlecruiser had turned out to be very useful, especially packed to the gunwales with scientific equipment and experiments.

Jetbikes were pretty flippin' cool, for example.

But this was only the third time she'd managed to have the embarrassingly-titled Saviour of Prospero in position to make an official First Contact.

All in all, she reflected, a 40K Loop could be quite pleasant. Well, if you headed the whole 'only war' thing off as soon as possible, and took measures to keep it well contained.

"Get OFF me!" Khorne growled, snatching at the bubbly pink blur.

"Nope!" Pinkie said, jumping from him to Tzeentch. "Ooh, what's today's plan?"

"Get rid of you!" the Chaos God replied, scowling.

"Ooh, just like all the other times!" Pinkie paused, pondering. "Ooh, alliteration. Anyway, you're really not very creative at this kind of thing."

"Just GO AND BOTHER SLAANESH OR SOMETHING!" Khorne bellowed.

Pinkie considered it. "Nah. Ooh, is that a doggy?"

"That is not a doggy. That is a hound."

"Po-tay-to, po-tah-toe." Pinkie threw it a dog biscuit, and it panted happily. "Dog. See?"

"Why can't we kill her?" Khorne asked, sighing heavily.

Tzeentch kicked something. It turned out to be a flatfish. "She's more chaotic than we are right now. And that flippin' Laughing God and the Deceiver are both helping her."

"Figures."

1.3 (Evilhumour)

Bjorn was eating at the table when his Primarch of the Space Wolves suddenly jumped in his gilded throne, dropping the leg of the wolf he had been eating. The Wolf Lord paled before swearing and storming off. A few of the Space Wolves marines raised an eyebrow at his strange behaviour, usually not this calm nor peaceful.

Leman despised these loops beyond all measures. He had heard through the grapevines that every branch had their own nightmarish variants, and for one that was already on the edge of falling in massive, never ending world, his had to be worse than what he had heard from others loopers.

There was only one change, one thing that caused everything to become an inverted, twisted, monstrous echo of his world. It was almost always the same event but it was always centred on his father's decision. Ages ago, his father had once seen the horrors and terrors of the Warp, the threats and dangers it posed to humanity. Normally, he would fight and deny the existence of the Warp's daemons, lead humanity into the Imperium, denying and rejecting Chaos and the four Chaos Gods every step he took.

In these loops, the Emperor of Mankind looked at the powers of the Chaos offered and embraced them. He went into the Warp as the Emperor of Mankind and came out as the Chaos God Emperor of Existence with the four Chaos Gods bound to his will and might. He then began to save humanity from the Xenos using the Ruinous Powers to shatter their minds and bodies, establishing a brutal, blood soaked, moral deprived founded Imperium. He forced the Xeno races into slavery and established their new purpose: breed so they can fight to the death for mankind's eternal enjoyment. He openly encouraged decadency within mankind and fighting between the Imperium's branches. He also outlawed all medicine outside the elites, leading old and new diseases to run loose throughout the Imperium's growing boundaries.

Then the Chaos God Emperor of Existence had a horrific idea to speed up the process. Using his own DNA, he created twenty sons made to be near perfect super beings; his Primarch Generals to conquer the worlds beyond the Imperium. And then he used the Warp to send them out to the stars to begin their conquest.

And they did, with the Emperor watching his sons every steps as they grew and began to conquer their world, actually intervening in some cases. He battled with Angron side by side when his son's forces were being attacked, and ripped out the souls of the people that dare to enslave his son for endless torment. He listened and argued with Magnus, the latter becoming a brilliant and loyal strategist for the Imperium's forces. He had given a well delivered speech to why Horus would be their leader and Warmaster. All of them were loyal to Emperor out of love and respect, not a single trace of force or trickery.

The horrors they had inflicted onto the universe was beyond measure and any chance of redemption was non existence.

In these insane loops where all the streets were literally stained with blood and fresh pouring in every hour, it came to him to end the madness and horror by leading the Heresy of Order. He would normally try and slay his father in a surprised, stab to the back alone and then fight his brothers, their space marines, his own, the Imperium and the Chaos Gods for any remote chance of victory for sanity.

He usually failed to get past the marines, as while he had learned most of his brothers quirks by now save for Alpharus and/or Omegon still being too unpredictable for him plan against, by the time he got to the marines he was far too exhausted to fight anymore and was usually gun down. Steeling himself up as he crept towards to the Golden Throne where his father was waiting.

To his great surprise as he was sneaking towards the room someone else walked into him. Looking up at figure, he was surprised to see his brother Vulkan looking at him equally confused.

"Leman, I do not know why you are here nor do I have the time to figure it out," his brother glared at him. "Something is very wrong; the Chaos forces have managed to do some serious damage to time itself and I need to try to bring reason to father. If you try to stop me, I will not hesitate to slay you brother as there are far greater things than whatever you came here for."

Leman took a moment to comprehend everything his brother said and crumpled inside. Of all the brothers he had wished to with him, Vulkan had been high on the list, but he wished it would be under better circumstances.

"You are partially correct, Vulkan," Leman said stoically, eying the doors. "Time is broken in a sense, but not in the way you think. Come with me so I can explain things to you," Leman saw the harden glare in his brother's eyes. "Please, it would do us no good to talk where he can hear us and I have things I must tell you on the off chance everything goes to Hel."

Vulkan blinked in surprise to hear the softness and urgency in his brother's voice. "Very well, but the explanation better be good and honest."

Leman chuckled, rolling his eyes. "The Little Mother has taught me the value of honesty and I have no desire in getting a lecture from her if she finds out I was lying to you about this."

"The 'Little Mother'?" Vulkan asked, watching his brother pause and then groan in embarrassment.

"I will explain that as well," Leman gave his brother a smile. "But what I can say that there is this tree..."

1.4 (Saphroneth and mosshaodw95)

The Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer, page 14:

An Eldar with a Heliotropic Inflatrum rune is not dangerous, though it is enthusiastic.

1.5 (elmagnifico)

The Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer, page 37:

Discounting inquisitors and commissars, ostensible humans in long red coats, nonregulation glasses and heretical-looking hairstyles should be treated with caution, respect, and ideally, superior firepower. Call for backup.

1.6 (Evilhumour)

Vulkan looked at Leman, very annoyed.

"May I ask you whatever possessed you do that?!"

"In my defense, I thought if I could get the Orks behind me I would be able to stave off some horribleness," Leman protested. "How was I suppose to know that bribing them with stuff animals would cause Yggdrasil to," Leman pulled out the identical paper that was found inside both of their subspace pockets. "Quote 'Cause Yggdrasil to crash that was certainly not because of me falling over onto my terminal due to sheer laughter of seeing Orks using Beanie Babies to slaughter Necrons. Don't do it again. Fenrir.'"

Vulkan sighed, rolling her eyes. "I just don't know why I was sent to Eiken too!" Vulkan, or Valerie, groaned, her chest still unmovable and keeping her pin in her seat to her desk.

"How many times do I have to say I am sorry?!" Liddey snapped back at her sister, trying to peer over her chest.

"ONCE WOULD BE NICE!"

Sleipnir looked at the twitching ball of fur on the floor, still in the throes of laughter, and rolled his eyes.

His brother's loopers had certainly up the ante with that stunt, and now he'd need to find a way to the next contest.

Maybe turning Twilight's library into a ticking time bomb of tree sap...

1.7 (Angleform)

Leman Russ, Wolf King of Fenris and Primarch of the Space Wolves, stood upon the bridge of his flagship as the borders of reality rent asunder and his fleet returned to the material universe.

Holographic displays sprang up as sensors probed the surrounding void, seeking both threats and navigational reference points. After a moment Leman frowned.

"Damn it."

"My lord?"

The Primarch glanced at Bigby, captain of the North Wind, before turning his attention back to the readout. The world of Macragge was present as expected. The vast fleet of biological monstrosities intent on devouring it… was not. Judging by the debris fields his rescue had arrived decades too late. Again.

"There has got to be a better way of getting around this galaxy."

Experimental FTL: Test I

Leman smiled as he made his way through the ship. 'Ship, ha! Barely big enough to be a strike craft.'

It was build around a Star Fleet warp nacelle, although powered by a plasma reactor rather than anti-matter, and just big enough to hold a crew of three and some sensors. While 'warp speed' was slow on a galactic scale it was reliable and didn't require any exotic material unobtainable in his home loop.

Bjorn looked back from the pilot's seat. "Ready when you are."

The wolf lord grinned. "Engage."

"Son."

"Father."

"While I am always in favor of pushing the limits of technology I must ask you be more careful in future. In particular I would prefer if you refrained from ripping system wide warp rifts open in Mars orbit!

Experimental FTL: Test IV

In the dark void between stars a ship floated. The tugs which delivered it here had long since departed. Slowly the prototype Kearny-Fuchida Drive came to full charge.

Leman Russ, Anchor of the loop, sat at the control panel and double checked his calculations. So far things had gone perfectly. The unmanned probes had traveled as they should. No warp rifts had formed. No demons had possessed the bulkheads. The Necrons had not arrived in the hundreds like a vengeful swarm. This may finally be the answer.

Bracing himself for the inevitable jump shock he input the final activation command.

The ship jumped.

Space folded. Stretched. Settled.

And ceased, as the ship attempted to rematerialize inside the warp.

In all the tests things had gone perfectly. But Leman, for all his genius and experience, had overlooked a critical fact: In his loop souls had weight. And the warp was 'down'.

Experimental FTL: Test XXIII

Eldar Farseer Lemath Ruthel flexed his vast psykic might to peer at the distant speck of his latest experiment. It had been many loops since he had a lead on The Transportation Issue and he was not going to let a little thing like being the wrong species get in the way.

Acquiring the ship had not been easy. Duplicating the drive would be even less so, given he still had no clue how the thing functioned. But it would be worth it. It would all be worth it.

"Activate the Infinate Improbability Drive."

A signal was sent. A reply received. A countdown began.

"Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

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We're a happy family

The young boy looked up in horror. 'Oh Juniper and Yew not Here.'

1.8 (Evilhumour and wildrook)

Leman looked at his brother.

"Do you wish to run that by me again?" Leman wondered if this was some kind of mini-me variant loop he head of. Because Vulkan was suggesting something like he would do.

"You've said that you have dealt with the Chaos Gods in the past, correct?" His brother took a sip of the tea Leman tried to brew. The little mother was far better at it, but he wanted to show her that he had been paying attention. Although, judging by how much Vulkan cringed after each sip showed him that needed a lot more practice.

At least there had only been five infernos and only one small daemon this time, a personal best for him. Thankfully Bjorn was not Awake as he had been getting awful vocal about banning him from the kitchen.

"Indeed." Leman nodded, taking a sip of the tea and wincing as it burned his throat.

"I would like to try it myself," Vulkan smiled, placing the teacup down far away from him. "I've been with you several times as we've worked to stop the worst of the war and the general ugliness, so I wish to try my hand it alone."

"I see," Leman ran a hand through his wild hair, biting the inside of his lip. "You certainly do not need my permission; you're a grown man and a Primarch to boot. But are you sure you can handle it? I would hate to see you di-"

"Death has become pointless for us brother thanks to the loops, so you would not need worry if I fall," he placed a hand on his brother's arm. "I will think of it as practice for next time. If I can manage to fight the Chaos Gods, then you can take a break now and then." His mouth curled up in the shadow of a grin. "Maybe you will uncover a new way to get around faster? Maybe a surfboard?"

Leman huffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. "As if anyone would ever use that to get around." Leman smiled and grabbed his brother's wrist. "I wish you the best of luck then, brother."

"Thank you Leman," smiling back, he pulled his brother into a hug. "But it will be them that will need the luck."

Vulkan nodded his legion, gesturing to stay back as he entered deeper into the Warp. He had gained a few tricks over his time in the loops, still waiting for his first fused loop but he had been building up several powerful powerarmors for himself and Leman to the point he was getting close to negating the Warp's ill effects.

In fact, it seemed that the Warp was calmer than normal, giving some weight to Leman's claim that they could do a positive feedback on the whole issue. Enough times when they stopped the bloodshed things usually improved the next loop according to Leman.

Still wasn't exactly peaceful, and he truly wished to see the peaceful Equestria and the fabled Little Mother that always got his brother to blush something fierce and Bjorn to grin like a loon whenever he broached the subject. Too bad the man swore an oath of loyalty to remain quiet on the whole thing.

As he made his way closer to Khorne's realm, he noticed a lack of daemons and warriors stopping him. Odd, but still not a true issue for him. As he made his way around the Brass Citadel, the roof suddenly exploded as Khorne leaped out, roaring in... enjoyment?!

"BEHOLD FOOLISH MORTAL! I AM KHORNE THE MIGHTY! THE BLOOD GOD! THE GOD OF COMBAT!" Khorne roared, landing in front of the Primarch wielding... a FOAM SWORD?!

"Wha-" Vulkan pulled his head back in confusion but forced himself to defend as the war god slashed him across the chest with enough force to cut away some of his Powerarmor. "None of times I've fought you Khorne have you been this foolish! I shall defeat you Tzeentch or Slaanesh!" Vulkan yelled back, bringing his own blade against the surprisingly dangerous foam blade.

"HOW DARE YOU CONFUSE ME FOR THAT TRICKSTER OR HAR- Wait, what?" Khorne paused mid swing, the foam sword encased with fire. "Time is repeating for you too mortal?"

Vulkan eyes bulged as the implications ran through his head. "Oh no, no, NO!" He swore, punching a wall before rubbing his face. "Khorne...are the others experiencing the time repeats?"

"INDEED!" Khorne placed the sword against his throat, which Vulkan slapped away. "You shall explain this to us now!" Vulkan could only groan as three other figures stepped in the plane around him. He knew one day he might have to give the speech to others but to them!? He was going to KILL Leman for this!

"Well, there is this tree..."

Fenrir groaned, slamming his head against the terminal.

He should have seen this coming. Feedback of emotions in the Warp, either good or bad, was going to get the attention of the Chaos Gods. With Leman continuously working to induce good emotions, it seemed that they simply Woke up one time and he missed it.

The Chaos Gods were looping and apparently feeling like pranking people.

Oh this was not going to be fun to explain to the higher ups.

"If you think that's bad," Slepinir said to Fenrir, "wait until the Emperor becomes Awake."

Fenrir looked at his brother, eyes shrinking as he realized that it was only inevitable before slamming his head into the terminal again.

1.9 (Saphroneth)

"All right." Nodding, Fluttershy put the kettle back on the stove, just to one side to keep it at the right temperature. "What brings you out here?"

Now that was the real question. Cheerilee certainly never came out here in a normal loop, so...

"Well, it's quite a puzzle, actually," Cheerilee admitted. "You see, there's a child who Nurse Redheart and I found wandering around Ponyville this morning. He seemed quite confused, but was insistent that he meet you."

She stepped fully into the cottage, and turned to the door. "Come on in, Lemon."

A bright yellow earth pony colt walked in, a little unsteady on his legs, and his eyes locked onto Fluttershy.

Fluttershy blinked, then gasped.

"Leman?"

"So you do know him?" Cheerilee asked, satisfied. "I'll want to hear all the details – but later. Can I leave you to take care of him for today? I'm afraid I've got work to do for the festival as well."

"That's fine," Fluttershy said absently.

The moment Cheerilee was out of the house, she let her happiness off the leash. "Leman! I thought I'd lost you."

She knelt down, spreading her forelegs, and the colt stumbled forward into her embrace.

"I still don't know what's going on..." Lemon Rush said, looking around the cottage. "The last I remember, we were on Fenris." Preparing for a delegation from the Light Eldar Empire to arrive, actually.

"Well..." Fluttershy thought for a moment as she poured the tea. "Okay. There are things called time loops, and people from one sometimes end up in another. This is my home one."

"It certainly looks more peaceful than mine," the colt said, glancing out the window. "And warmer."

He paused. "Didn't you used to have a horn, little mother?"

"Oh, of course." Fluttershy closed her eyes, let the Element of Kindness flash into being, and Ascended. "I forgot, you've only seen me like this."

"Neat trick. Can we all do that?"

"No, sorry." Fluttershy shrugged, reverting the transformation. "It's... complicated. Come on, I'll introduce you to Twilight, and she can tell you what you need to know about the Loops."

"That works for me." Rush stood up, and nearly fell over.

Fluttershy's hoof swept out to steady him, and he gratefully used it to stand back upright. "This is humiliating..." he muttered, face burning beneath his coat.

"I had just as much trouble with walking on two legs," Fluttershy smiled. "And with flying, actually. I still have a preference for walking where possible."

She nuzzled him affectionately. "It's good to see you, Leman."

"And you." The normally-a-primarch laughed. "At least I didn't make too much of a mess when I arrived! If I'd acted more like the Emperor would have then I'd have thought this was some sorcerous trick!"

Fluttershy winced internally as she bumped into Gilda. Normally she was able to adroitly avoid the belligerent griffin, but she'd just... forgotten. Too much else to think about.

"Hey!" Gilda said, scowling, and then roared.

The roar was cut off within about a second, as two bright yellow hooves thudded into Gilda's torso. Air wooshed out in a strangled squawk, and the impact sent her beak over tail onto the road some distance away.

"Let me make one thing clear," Lemon said, sounding more predatory than the griffin he was standing on top of – in spite of his high-pitched colt's voice. "You can challenge anyone you like to a fight. I don't mind that. But you force a fight with someone who can't protect themselves, and you answer to me."

"Lemon!" Fluttershy said, sternly. "I know she's a bully, but that doesn't mean you can bully her back."

"Sorry, little mother," he said, shaking his head and stepping off Gilda. "I don't like seeing you hurt."

"I know you don't," Fluttershy replied. "But still."

He nodded.

Fluttershy bent down to talk more privately. "When did you learn to fight like that?"

The colt smiled. "I'm a primarch. We're made good at fighting."

1.10 (Delta Green, Leonite, Evilhumour and Gamerex27)

It was rare for the Original 7 Loopers to be gathered nowadays. The sheer number of Universes looping meant that they often were separated by multiple continuities, often acting as the stabilizing influences to start up a Loop. Sometimes, their respective authorities in Yggdrasil decided to give them breaks where they could meet, talk, fight and whatever else they wished with some of their oldest friends. As their workload increased, this became less and less common.

But this... this was different.

None of them had truly been to the Warhammer Universes yet. Fused Loops? Yes. Transposed characters? Yes. But a fully intact Dark Millennium Loop? Never.

They had Awakened in the 41st Millennium, all scattered over the Galaxy, and sent a ping out. They had gotten a single return from Earth and, moments later, all been 'respectfully' invited by Acolytes of the Inquisition to follow them to the nearest Black Ship. During their trip, the Inquisitors on board each of their ships had endeavoured to inform them of the current state of the 41st Millennium.

Nothing had changed. Despite the influence of at least one Looper, nothing had changed.

They were brought before the Eternity Gate, where Custodes were waiting for them. Rapid fire greetings and discussions were exchanged through less than obvious means before the Captain-General told them to remain silent, both in voice and in mind. Their means of remaining subtle, he told them, could perturb the wards of the Palace.

And now here they were. Before the Golden Throne itself. Before the withered shell of the Carrion-Lord of Humanity. A moment of silence followed, before a thunderous not-sound echoed through their ears and mind.

You do not need to speak. I have already learnt what I wished to know. You may leave, if you wish.

Ranma, oldest and most powerful of the Seven, spoke up in response.

"Oh yeah? What?"

More than you assume, nothing that you childishly fear I would seek. Details and events that escaped your notice, the so-called Gods and, perhaps, that of Yggdrasil itself. Enough for my purposes.

Harry spoke next.

"You didn't answer the question."

And if I did, you wouldn't understand. Just as you do not understand. Just as Leman does not understand. Anchors you may be, but you lack the understanding to see. You never had the patience, will or even ability to understand. It is not your fault, you were never meant to endure Eternity, never designed to bear such weight. You could have, if you had known. But you didn't.

Ichigo, always fierce, yelled out in frustration.

"Stop dancing around with your cryptic bullshit! You're just as helpless as anyone else in this mess!"

Am I? The path I walked, the Great Work I have endeavoured, the goal I strive for... Never have I strayed from it. Making sure someone else would bear the role of Anchor for Yggdrasil, acting like you do, seeming to accept the insanity that infects Loopers, bearing the taint of the Xeno with a smile... All served its purpose in the Great Work. Gathered information I needed.

Naruto paled at the implications of the Emperor's words.

"But that would mean..."

That I was not blind to the attempts of Fenrir to start a Loop in this universe? I made myself unsuitable then, fearing what would happen if Chaos had the chance to endlessly retry its plots. The Equestrians surprised me, but I am nothing if not adaptable. Now, I must reclaim the role of Anchor to access Yggdrasil. You have given me the means. I thank you, in the name of Mankind.

The absolute disbelief that was shared by the Seven was almost palatable. Shinji was the one to voice it, however.

"That's impossible."

Nothing is impossible, Shinji Ikari. Not for Humanity. Do not be afraid. I seek not to overthrow the so-called Gods. All I seek is an End to the Long War. A mere twitch in the skein, a 1 in place of a 0 in the program. All I need to ensure the inevitable defeat of Chaos.

There was a pregnant pause as the Seven struggled to understand the immensity of what one of the newest Loopers claimed he had done.

I can feel your objections. But the change will hold and affect nothing else. I can prevent Chaos from doing the same, if they could even still their natures enough to do so. Once this Loop ends, I will be an Anchor once and for all. Through it, I can ensure that the change will hold until the Loops end. What is an Eternity of waiting for Victory, when one knows it is assured? Bearing an Eternity of endless torment on this Throne to ensure our Final Victory against Chaos? Even through Infinite Loops? That is a small price to pay indeed.

A feeling of contentment, of fulfillment filled the most Sacred Place of the Imperium, even as the withered corpse continued to cry a blessed tear for each forgotten hero of the Imperium.

You may go. Return to your games and distractions. There is still much I need to do in preparation for the Last Loop.

And yet as he spokes up a single one of the stepped forward. Sailor Moon, having taken on the form the moment they had stepped into the Imperial Palace, shook her head. "I'm sorry to say but... it's not possible to do that. Even with the loops letting us master powers that we couldn't usually reach..." She trailed off as light surrounded her... and then with a blaze of energy she stood before both groups changed. Her usually bunned hair having come undone, floating effortlessly in the air as it flows like liquid silver. Her uniform almost entirely white, with but a single rainbow at the front of her dress and small patches of gold on her shoulders breaking up the look. A second feeling of pure light and power filling the room. "It's not possible for someone like you... or like me to be able to change how a loop works. No matter how much we want to at the time. Not without Ascending."

What is to stop me simply Ascending?

Naruto snorted. "You won't. Because that means you're risking killing off everything you worked so hard for." He pointed out. However he edged away slightly from Sailor Cosmos as he did... Sailor Cosmos seemed to remind him of figures from his own loop.

"We understand more than anyone else what you want to do." Harry admitted. He stood next to Cosmos, the master of death unphased by her light. "Final victory over the greatest of foes. To stop corruption. To make sure that you achieve the best possible result. Am I right?"

Silence filled the room... and it was almost deafening. It was mystifying. These seven... they looked so innocent. But even atop the throne the Emperor could feel it in them. the weariness of age beyond reckoning. The experience of living to the point of seeing all you know die around you. And... now that he reached out deeper he could see the power in each of them. Power enough to become stronger than even he might be.

What stops you from doing what as I wish to do?

"That's simple." Sailor Cosmos admitted with a small smile. Her every word seemed to echo despite her never raising her voice. "Because we know that when everything is fixed and Yggdrasil runs again, when the loops end... we'll be able to rest. To have our happy endings. To ensure our victories."

Enduring Eternity. Your jokes, your amusements, your distractions... these are to allow you to endure the wait?

"Let's be honest... even if you made yourself the anchor, you'd just make it so you'd be lonely." Ichigo said. As he spoke anyone who stared in the Shinigami's eyes would see the certainty of experience. Of outlasting everyone else.

"We prank, joke, train... even experiment." Ranma added. "In part it's the madness of all those years. Or perhaps we're just using things to remind ourselves we're not infallible gods. But it helps us get through another loop without our friends. Our loved ones." For a moment it seemed as if the gender shifting martial artist would go on... but he stopped, either unable or unwilling to. He too stood beside Cosmos, but not as close as the others.

Lina sighed. "Look at it this way. Being an anchor that, for every time you get to spend with friends, family, or even rivals and enemies... you spend ten, twenty, a hundred of them by yourself. And for you... that means enduring all those years every time." She said. Like Naruto, she seemed uneasy, not simply being around Cosmos, but both figures

"Your son is more than willing to make that sacrifice for you." Ichigo added.

Silence covered the room again. Then a feeling of barely contained anger seemed to slip from the Golden Throne.

And why should Leman Russ have to make that sacrifice? Why should one of my sons be forced to make it when I am the one the masses call God-Emperor!

The room rumbled from the psychic bellowing

"If you're going to go by that name then act like it!" Naruto yelled back. "You call yourself the Emperor of Mankind. One of the few people that can claim legitimate immortality out there, and you're more willing to risk the destruction or even disabling of your entire loop just because you don't want to put the effort in? If you ask me that tells me exactly why you shouldn't be the anchor."

Who are you to judge my actions?

"THE ONLY ONES WHO MIGHT UNDERSTAND THEM!" The entire room fell silent at that as the remaining six stepped backwards. None of them regarded the other as stronger... but at the same time, no-one much liked to anger Usagi either, especially when she was Sailor Cosmos. For the Emperor, it was more out of shock as he felt her presence make itself abundantly clear. A presence almost identical to his own in a sense. "We... who have seen the worst of tortures, mutilations, depravity. YOU, WHO HAS NEVER GIVEN BIRTH TO A CHILD ONLY TO SEE THEM SNATCHED AWAY BY THE CRUEL CRIPPLED HANDS OF TIME!" At this point tears streamed down Cosmos' face. For a brief moment her memory was exposed clear as day... and for a brief moment the Emperor got a glimpse. Of a large family celebrating her 20,000th birthday. A particularly long loop where she had children. Grandchildren. An entire dynasty... and all but one had been taken away by the end of the loop. A rush of sensations. Of anger and sadness. Of being so distracted that she hadn't noticed her own friends being killed off until it was too late. Taking the power of hope to become Sailor Cosmos, the last, lonely senshi."WHO ARE YOU TO STATE THAT YOU DESERVE SPECIAL TREATMENT, THAT YOU SHOULD CHANGE YOUR SITUATION TO FAVOR YOU?"

"THAT'S ENOUGH USAGI!"

The voice cut through clearly. Ranma, at this point shaking, quivering shook his head. "You've said your piece. We're leaving."

"You sure about this Ranma?" Harry asked.

"If the so called Emperor can't realize how much of a moron he's being then he doesn't deserve the name." Ranma said coldly as he apparated away. One by one the remaining six looked at each other and disappeared... until two remained. Sailor Cosmos and the Emperor.

"... I understand how you feel. You hate that you can't do what you want. You want things to go your way." Sailor Cosmos... no, Usagi Tsukino said. "You have your sons at the least. You awaken as you recover them. Take the small victories where you can... do you truly wish to risk losing all you've worked for, everything you have or could have... simply for a change that any one of the admins could change back on a whim?" With that she vanished... and once again the Emperor was alone in the Imperial Palace. Upon the Golden Throne.

Alone, the Emperor, who bore many names and many identities, smiled in melancholy.

Such good points indeed, Brethren. Young-Old you are, where I am but Old and have forgotten my Youth. Just as you have learnt to live with the Loops, so can I not try to fulfill my Purpose. I must act, so long as I can.

You who started looping as children, full of ideals you always had hope to uphold in the next try, capable of adapting to the circumstances, how monstrous and stubborn must I be to your eyes? When I did not have that luxury for so long. When all my plans only had one attempt to succeed or fail? When to fail meant to the Doom of Mankind. When I started as the Carrion-Lord and have only gained so little unity since. When I saw all my ideals burn with no hope of salvation.

Millennia of failure can now be undone and averted, only to come back again. There must be another way.

Do you really think I would sacrifice this Universe for Victory, when I finally have the chance to try again? My change is meant to have effect after the End of the Loops, not to end the Loops. Even if someone must be thrown into Oblivion for it, let it be none other than I.

Would it be possible, I would bear it all for my failures. So much is my fault.

I fooled you, Brethren who exceed my Age. You provided the way to push into the Code, but was it the right push when I cannot see it? I may fool even the so-called Gods.I must save them, all Mankind. I've learnt enough of Yggdrasil to know it is impossible for me to become an Anchor, yet I made them doubt.

Too fractured, too broken, too splintered. So little remains. Steadfast Rogal was dead and industrious Roboute in endless stasis, is that why Leman was chosen?

But if this manipulation holds, if this gamble pays off...

I am here for the sick, not for the healthy. But I am as sick as the dying leper.

Ever did I accomplish my purpose in endless doubt I could not show, I could not voice. I am here to be the protector, not the protected. How can I ask of my Son the task that should be mine to bear? If I can ensure Chaos is defeated, what importance is my survival?

But if Leman is right... This may ensure his way's victory. Endless repetitions in the Materium, affecting the timeless Warp. Not enough. Not while bloodshed continues in such scale, not while excess dominates all, not while rot infects all, not while mutations corrupt all. How can I be sure, when I remember so few Loops?

They wish to preserve Universes. If I push them hard enough... they will change it for me. They must. Or I will not stop trying. Or I cannot stop trying.

Stop me, I beg you.

Call me a fool, call me whatever you wish. Just as in the desert, I will not yield. I cannot. I will not take the easy way out. I will not summon the Host to right all wrongs while I stand aside. I will bear my responsibility to the end. I must. Or else all the blood, all the carnage, all the sacrifice...

Serenity of the purest white, you may have lost, but was it ever by your own hands? Can I force them to avert it... Or will they destroy all?

I never wished to be a God, yet I was made one. I will act as such. How can I trust those just as flawed as I, but who were born into such power? How can the Monster of Man trust the Divine, when he proved unworthy? The Plan is accomplished, all that remains is to wait.

What if it happened before? They would have mentioned it. It must be the first.

It matters not. Our purpose is served.

Will it not change? I can only hope. F£nrir will rage, as h3 mu57 f0r 4ll th1ng5. Wh4 will h3 do? Have I fai*?*%XI$*led again?

Loki blinked as he passed his son's office. Fenrir was growling, pacing back and forth muttering death threats and several other things that did not sound that possible. Rolling his eyes, he walked over to the large wolf, and waited for his son to notice him. After several moment of pacing, Loki lost his patience and tapped his son's nose, causing the wolf's ears to perk upwards.

"What's wrong boy, need to go out for a walk?" Loki was greeted with a loud growl that broke off into a loud sigh.

"I need help dealing with this damn looper!" Fenrir sat on his hunches, laying his massive head on the terminal. "The Emperor of Mankind is so infuriating! Everytime I try to get him to looping, he does something that equates to a crash! I don't know how to get through to him. I've tried everything I could think of! I even asked those anchors to try and talk reason into him! Nothing's working!"

Loki rubbed his son's back, hearing a faint pur from the giant wolf. "Not even his boy Leman can get him to listen to reason?"

Fenrir's ears perked up as well as his head. And then slammed into the terminal. Groaning, the wolf muttered to his father, "Let me try something and please don't mention this to anyone dad."

Loki simply laughed, rubbing the spot between his son's ears as he started for the door. "No promises unless you bring home a girl like Sleipnir!" He called out with Fenrir faceplanting again, groaning at what the others would say once they got wind of this.

Picking his head up, he began to type a string of code.

"Let's see if..." Tapping his chin with his tongue sticking out as he tried to think of a name. "Project Brighthammer."

The God Emperor of Mankind was reeling from Hhis new memories. Everything in this Time repeat, or loop as everyone had called them, was Wrong but at the same time Right. History had been greatly changed and defiled, yet Hhe was welcoming the alterations. How Hhe rose to power, the Xenos Hhe had fought to save Mankind, the paths Hhe took. No longer the same.

The Chaos Gods were the Lords of Order, different but the same?

There was peace but was it Hhis peace? The cha#nges were t00 m¶ch fo-

"FATHER!" A voice shouted to H-h-H-him, Leman running over with concern. "Stop, you threatening the stability of this loop!" His son placed his hands on his shoulders. "You need to stop right now and reign yourself in as it will either be this or a Chaos God Emperor variant to get some sense into you and trust me, you do not want that!"

"What is this loop, it's so..."

"Peaceful and perfect?" Leman snorted, rolling his eyes. "It's close, but still has the usual crap that I try to stop."

The Emperor raised an eyebrow at this. "Explain." He ordered his son.

"Normally, if I get in early enough, I do my damndest to make sure the Imperium doesn't have to deal with five tons of fuckitude of endless war and bullshit we usually get."

"Why."

Leman blinked and looked at him in surprised. "...Because I've learned from the little moth-I mean, the woman who raised me that there is good in all, and that you can achieve anything if you fight for it." His son had a grin on his face. "You've got some ok ideas, not the best for our world, but still somewhat ok ideas and I do try to implement the better ones when I can."

"What are wrong-"

"THERE ARE NO GODS!" Leman perfectly copied his voice, smirking once more. "Really? If we'd known about the damn Chaos Gods, we could take measures to avoid them! Like explain why fighting with honour is really important! Khorne isn't so bad to deal with if we sent enough positive emotions through the loops. Hell, since they've started, they've more or less of have got bored of mass-violence chaos!"

"They're LOOPING!?" He shouted, going pale at the thought of them getting smarter and stronger though infinity.

"It's not as bad as you think father," Leman said with his hands up defensively. "Ciaphas can explain it to you; we had a game to decided who would explain it to you and he lost." Leman did not mention that he, Vulkan and Bjorn all cheated like hell as no-one wanted to be on the end of that interrogation.

The Emperor could only sigh, leaning back in his Golden Throne as son was so flippant about the whole matter about the Chaos Gods looping. "You said you've tried to end the blood shed in the past loops?"

"Well, yeah, Fluttershy really raised me right and I do try to take what I've learned and make things better. I'm getting better at it but there so many issues for me to hit all at once and it doesn't help when you try something that crashes the loop." Leman looked at him in the eyes. "Father, I know you are not happy with the situation. I understand why you'd think you'd be a better choice to be the Anchor, but you wouldn't want it. You spend a very long time on that Throne, wasting away as millions are killed for you every day, watch your dreams die around you and be unable to do a damn thing about it. I know, I've ended up there more than once and I was barely able to stand it. If it were you, you'd be aware and Awake every single time it happened. Eons of forever being on the Gold Throne is a hell I wouldn't ask anyone to take, nor would I expect anyone to force onto another. And trying to change the code?" Leman said with sad eyes. "On the off chance you do manage to get out of here and join the ones at the top, you'd become worse than the non looping Chaos Gods, worse than anything I've ever seen. Worse when I see you as the Chaos God Emperor of Existence, lord of the Ruinous Powers. All of them have one thing in common; they keep humanity alive. If you were to do so, you would KILL all of mankind, all of us and be a monster forever, for all eternity." Leman then put on an sad smiled. "Besides, one day Yggdrasil will be fixed, and by that point, we'll have figured out a way to get everything perfect."

The Emperor of Mankind looked at his son and his soul. There no lies, no trickery from Fenrir. This was the complete Truth.

The Emperor nodded his head. "I relent." He announced. If Leman had grown and changed into such a responsible man, maybe the world would be safe in his hands after all. "So who is this 'Fluttershy' you call the Little Mother?"

Leman's cheeks grew red as he explained, with the Emperor's laughter booming in the halls after learning of his son's appearance in his mother's world.

Fenrir looked at the screen, watching the scene with the Emperor close to falling over in laughter as he tried to imagine Leman as a tiny pony. He let out a tired sigh, resting his head onto a cushion that Marianne had got for him when coding Brighthammer proved to be aggravating or tiring for him.

It seemed the Emperor finally got the point across and wouldn't be a damn issue anymore. At least this headache was done with. Maybe he would go see Hephaestus soon; maybe he would have some ideas for any future problems his branch would give him.

He then remembered the volcano god was trying to get his branch going and decided to simply close his eyes, enjoying his victory and Marianne's scent. After all, how bad could the Mega Man branch be?

1.0 The first snip where we have Fluttershy raising the man who would Anchor his world one day.

1.1 Bjorn, it's time to Wake up.

1.2 Reunions

1.3 Vulkan Woke up at a bad time. Luckily, he has a good brother to help through it.

1.4 The loops have required a new manual to be made. These are the entries.

1.5 Good advice.

1.6 Eiken, the universal punishment for loopers when they do things they shouldn't do, like crash a loop and force their Admin to do more work.

1.7Gotta go fast!

1.8 And we've got the Chaos Gods looping!

1.9 Welcome home son

1.10 And we have daddy looping too!

Notes:

To clarify once more, there will be more ponies snip due to backlog and the nature of how Warhammer started looping. For more information on what happened in .10 with the Emperor, you can find the full data on the thread.