I woke up with a splitting headache, slowly opening my eyes. This… wasn’t my bedroom… this wasn’t the hospital, like I was expecting… did I die from…. Whatever hit me? Why couldn’t I remember who I was before? Why was all that was left was all the knowledge of pop culture I had?

I look at the room for a bit more, before seeing a computer screen… maybe that would tell me where I- YEAR FORTY THOUSAND, FIVE HUNDRED, AND SIXTY-THREE?! That can’t be right….

I stare at the date some more, before looking at the screen… GOD-EMPEROR OF MANKIND!? WHAT? I ran to a mirror and looked… my God. I was the Emperor… What was going on?

I looked back at what the computer said, “Welcome, Emperor of Mankind…. This ship is the ISS Bismark, holding… the last of humanity?”I read aloud, gulping. “Oh, boy.” ‘This ship holds Abhumans, normal Imperial Guard and Navy, Adeptus Mechanicus, Sisters of Battle, Sisters of Silence, Space Marines, Officio Assassinorum, and more in one massive city-ship. They are slowly depleting, but are hundreds of thousands total in number. All see you as a living god, or close to it, and your miraculous regeneration proves it to them…”

Okay… so what of the religious zealotry? What of humanity’s bigotry? What of my own memories… which, now that I looked at it, was as the Emperor of Mankind. Huh. This helped. This helped a lot.

I stepped out, looking left and right, and saw two Custodes guarding my chambers, who saluted in unison. “LORD EMPEROR!”

“At ease, gentlemen. Walk with me, tell me about what is going on.”

Surprising me greatly, since all of the men and women here served me, there was zealotry, but no true things like hate or strife… at least among humans. The Sisters were convinced that the mutants of humanity had a right to exist just as a normal human did, and in turn, the Space Marines convinced that they were not above normal humans. Good. I will have to write that into law, but this makes it easier.

I looked at the ship’s map, and the term Dreadnought was appropriate. This was a truly massive battleship, and held all of these humans… we were going to a star system that held no space faring species, but still had a connection to the Warp.

This was going to be both great fun, and a massive pain. I could feel it in my bones....

As we passed by multiple men and women, I looked at their reactions. Some got down and prayed. Some, mostly Space Marines and Adeptus Mechanicus, simply saluted. Whether they respected me as a god or as a simple ruler was up to their choice, but I knew that I would not interfere with that choice. Free will is a right, after all.

The Custodes brought me to what I would call a Grand Council, made up of the prominent leaders of all the factions on the ship, who either bowed in reverence, or saluted in presence. “Lord Emperor!”

“At ease, everyone…. Let us see just what we are getting into, ladies and gentlemen, then we can get into philosophy and religion later.” I said, looking at Gulliman. “My son, where are we headed?”

The Ultra Primarch nodded, easing himself. “We are headed to the system of Efet, which… this is going to sound very odd, but… there is a very miniature star there, circling a planet. It’s very strange, and very unusual.”

I blinked, before pinching my nose, searching my mind for pop culture knowledge. “... does it seem to be controlled by a great force of some kind, besides gravity?”

Guilliman nodded. “Yes, Father.”

I groaned, I only knew of one place in fiction that had that unique property. Great…. “What is the planet’s name?”

“We don’t know, sire. It’s only recently come up on our maps. Nobody has had a chance to name it.”

Okay, so they didn’t know of Equus' name… that was okay. “Show me the planet, please.”

The captain of the ship nodded, showing the system.

Yep, that’s Equestria on the map. Goddammit. This is going to be a pain in the ass…

“What is our ETA?”

“3 Terra-cycles, sire.” A Navigator said, looking at the space map. “We had to use most of our warp capabilities getting here, and we don’t want to risk encountering daemons right now.”

I nod, looking at the council before me. “Well, then…. Let us discuss the rules I wish to put in place…”

Author's Note

Well, The Emperor has awoken, and the course has been charted. Next chapter, they will land, they will meet the Equestrians, and they will have their first battle against Sombra's Chaos Empire. For now, however, this is Zamorakas Devilhorn, Official Scribe of the Twin Nations, signing off.