As always, this story was not made with any AI help. No ChatGPT, no Deepseek, no nothing.
Second, this story has futanari as well as interspecies...arguably. I mean, when neanderthals and homo sapien sapiens banged I would still classify that as interspecies, so there you go.
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Time was a nebulous thing where the Warp was concerned.
It wasn't to say that it wasn't a nebulous thing in real space, too, if you didn't live at the same speed that other people did.
But only with the Warp could one accidentally get somewhere before one left.
The Theseus, to be fair, had never experienced any accidental time traveling, and the ancient chrono-protocols that it practiced were largely as orthodox as the rest of the Imperium. But while the sheer possibility would always be an ever-present worry, such absurd feats of time displacement were so rare as to be massive outliers.
Regina, at least, had never experienced anything like that in a long life of traveling to battlefields. And, in the last four months that she had been traveling with The Theseus, the only notable chronological feat that she'd experienced was turning 38 years old.
But four months could still be a long time, depending on how you lived them.
Four months, for example, were long enough for the Vagabond Class transport to have made a few trips around the Sub-Sector. Being a rather ancient, but mostly forgotten, sub-sector of an ancient, but obscure, sector in Segmentum Solar, the light of the Astronomican was warmly omnipresent here, and the inhabitable systems within rather close together.
It was a rather stark contrast to Regina's life, as being from a planet that had lain close to the Eye of Terror, Captains and ships that were not careful to a fault were those that made the bulk of ghost stories in Cadia. But in here, so within the Emperor's Holy Light, the jumps could be long and the consistency of speed could be fast. So it was, even an ex-charter transport without the hope of ever gaining a Navigator for itself like the Theseus could freely cover fantastic distances.
But sadly, this was one of the only bits of good fortune that Regina'd had.
"Medical samples reviewed," a mechanical thing that could have been one of Regina's servitors said in monotone. It wasn't that it couldn't express human emotion; Regina knew it to be a mouthy bastard in other circumstances. But whenever it was merely fulfilling its job, it tended to default to cold, disinterested professionalism.
Regina could think of worse things for her Techpriest to be.
"Ogryn maintain consistent reads in the face of ample feed and fluid, so biostasis can be ruled out," it continued, "Given this one's data on Ogryn is out of date by several millenia, there are few things I am confident in concluding. But at this stage, it would be safe to conclude that this is merely their natural optimal state of being."
"So...they are all healthy?" Regina asked.
"That is what this one stated, yes," it affirmed.
"Emperor be praised, something went right!" Regina rolled her eyes. Sarcasm was unbefitting of an officer, but she was a Colonel now.
She could afford it.
The mechanical being's "eyes" adjusted to study her. "This one supposes the successful crossbreeding of one of the auxilia might lead an uninitiated such as you to think them acceptable."
Regina almost choked at that.
"But believe me, Colonel," the oranged-robed machine priest assured her, "Fecundity is not the same as adaptability. Thus, our suspicions, optimistic as they were, had to be confirmed."
Looking out the window of her office, what used to be the biggest control station for the cranes of the Theseus bottom-most hull, Regina thought that she could almost see Wam out there with the rest of the girls.
The ugliest of all her Ogryn was engorging with her seed.
"Quite the incredible thing, all the same, to see the degraded Ogryn genome rehabilitated in this way," the machine being mused.
Regina grew testy, "We can stop talking about this subject now, Dietrich."
"As you wish," Dietrich shrugged, "Though my files on the subject are yours to freely peruse if you like."
There was not a single inch of the Imperium that possessed any advanced technology that the Techpriests of Mars were not somehow, in some way, involved in. Even a subsector as forgotten as the one they were in would not be able to function without them.
But their particular state of existence here was anything but the usual. In the end, had it been, Regina might well not have been able to get the help she now had.
The sub-sectors that the Theseus could safely travel to, the ones that refugees from Joss' Pearl had so far shown up in, had no true Forgeworlds nearby. Planets where the Admech had set up shop? Yes, there were a few, but the true factory worlds of the Sector lay quite a while away from where the Theseus could easily travel.
That wasn't to say that they couldn't have if they needed to. Indeed, loyalty to the Imperium made any notions "easy" or " hard" immaterial in the face of duty. But luckily for them, there were many immigratory fleets of tech priests that gave patronage to these systems. They would show up, collect materials and prospective personnel from the sub-sectors, and shunt both into huge Factory Cathedrals. In exchange, they would divvy out finished products and technology wherever they made their rounds.
It was an inferior alternative to having access to an actual Forge World in almost every way except the one that mattered the most to Regina at the present: They were willing to attend to her immediate needs without much preamble.
Dietrich, the head of her regiment's techpriests, was himself from one of these Factory Ships. The Theseus had been fortunate enough to run across them in one of the first systems they had visited in these systems. He and his space-bound ilk were an Emperor-blessing because, despite the fact that the Administratum tried to handle most issues pertaining to military acquisitions, that always left a lot of holes that a skillful Colonel had to fill on their own.
And her current arrangement was essentially one big administrative hole that she had to fill on her own.
Usually, Regina would have a full staff to handle the byzantine corridors of red tape that the Administratum had, but all she had for that was fracking Ogryn to do the job. Which was to say, it couldn't be done.
It got to the point that, before running across the Mettle of Metal, the Factory Cathedral that Deitrich hailed from, Regina had for one insane second simply considered turning all her girls into a Regiment of naked pugilists!
"Great," Regina said and actually meant it. Then she spoke over her shoulder, "Set pen to paper, and ready to dispense."
A servitor with the emblem of Regina's new Regiment sewn into its chest, she had reporpused the heraldry of the Theseus for military uses after all, stiffened and produced a roll of parchment with its still human arm.
A pen hung from the mechanical contraption that was its other hand, and ink pots readily appeared where its fingers would be.
"Quadruple test passed in as many months. Regiment declared healthy. Expansion of it, adoptive or...natural still ongoing." Regina rumbled what should have been the job of her secretary, if she had one.
"Tests to continue for the next few years to avoid any dereliction of duty and..." the shambling organic machine kept up with her, scribbling down all her notes. Regina had it write down the minute improvements that she'd managed to generate and the daily statuses that she'd just managed to confirm.
Writing servitors that could transcribe her words to paper helped a great deal, and she WAS thankful to Captain Arlong, the Captain of the Theseus, for making them available for her service.
But it only just barely made handling all administrative duties by herself doable.
200 Imperial soldiers were not a large number, 208 now with the other refugees that they had found, but Regina absolutely had no idea what she would do, what she could even do, if that number ever grew higher.
But higher it indeed had to go.
Regina's Regiment had to be 5,000 strong.
She'd had to make personalized files for every single one of her Ogryn, a task made partly simple because of the simple answers her girls gave. But also partly made hard because there were many questions they just couldn't answer.
There had to be some sort of protocol in regards to Ogryn that simplified things that she just wasn't aware of. Some sort of Administrative trickery that spelunking for the files in the deep corners of the closest Administratum cogitator would have found. But, as looking for that would have meant not fulfilling all her other duties, she quite simply couldn't afford to make her job easier.
Which was to say that Regina was, for all intents and purposes, running an Auxilia Regiment without even the most basic of amenities to run it.
But run it she'd manage to do for the last few months. It had been up to her, and the Captain of the ship, to procure every single thing that the Ogryn women now enjoyed and, hopefully, would make deadly use of in the future.
There WAS the promise of future help from the Forge Worlds in the sector. Supposedly, the administratum order for the weapons and armor Regina's regiment needed had passed to them but...the status of her regiment as an Ogryn one had muddied and waylaid the order. It was somewhat understandable, if only because autoguns and flak armors meant for normal human sizes would be all but useless on her Ogryn.
But Regina could have at least sold them, or traded them, for things her girls could actually use!
All in all, it had been nothing but a headache.
That was without mentioning that even getting to that point had required days of Regina's personal attention. Once the discrepancy between the order of the Administratum and who it was meant for had been made, Regina had hoped that documenting her girl's proportions would have at least gotten her armor and fatigues sent her way. And that alone devoured dozens of hours..
Yes, she had, in effect, gone out of her way to measure hundreds of Ogryn to get their proper sizes. Something that could have been done in just the first day if she had the proper staff with her.
What was worse is that it was hundreds of Ogryn who, in the wake of her unwise, unregulated, and highly public tryst with Private Wam, had resulted in a lot of them...pushing their luck with her. Thankfully, the techpriests she now had could handle all the more intrusive measuring instead of making her dance on the edge of temptation,
But experience of having to knock curious but touchy hands away, having to turn down propositions every minute, having to ignore the hot lust in those eyes, and having to say no, no, and no to those full bodies...
And those fertile smells...
And those warm eyes...
And those lush tits-
"Colonel?" Captain Arlong voxed her in her cabin. At some point, she'd trailed off on her record keeping, because she was brought back from the void of her thoughts into spatial reality. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was.
Regina cleared her throat, "Yes, Captain?"
"The shipment from the Mettle of Metal has finally been processed," he said, "Are you ready to receive your share?"
Regina chanced a look at the leader of Regimental techpriests.
