That Time I Got Reincarnate As A Medic In The World Of Warhammer 40k

The world was fire and blood. Lilith's ears rang with the deafening cacophony of battle, the thunderous roar of the last functioning Leman Russ, the desperate staccato of lasgun fire, and the triumphant war cries of the approaching Ork horde. The acrid stench of promethium and charred flesh filled her nostrils as she crouched behind the final barricade, lasgun clutched in trembling hands.

"For the Emperor and Armageddon!" Colonel Sturnhammer's voice cut through the chaos, rallying the battered remnants of the Steel Legion. "Every shot counts! Make these greenskin bastards pay for every inch!"

Around her, barely a hundred Guardsmen remained, their faces etched with grim determination. There was no more retreating, no more regrouping. This was their last stand, their final hour. Lilith's medicae kit lay discarded nearby, its contents exhausted. There was no point in saving lives now; only in taking as many of the enemy with them as possible.

A massive Ork Nob charged the barricade, its crude axe raised high. Lilith aimed her lasgun and squeezed the trigger, her shot joining a dozen others. The beast stumbled but kept coming. Panic gripped her heart as she fired again and again, the lasgun's heat searing her palms.

"For the Emperor!" she screamed, her voice lost in the maelstrom of battle. The Nob crashed into the barricade, its massive bulk threatening to break through. Lilith abandoned her lasgun and drew Sergeant Thorne's combat knife, preparing for close-quarters combat.

The Ork's beady red eyes locked onto her, a guttural roar escaping its tusked maw. It swung its massive axe in a wide arc, the rusted blade whistling through the air. Lilith ducked, feeling the wind of the near-miss ruffle her hair. She darted forward, knife flashing in the dim light.

Her blade found a gap in the Ork's crude armor, sinking deep into its leathery green flesh. The beast howled in pain and rage, its free hand swatting at her like a man might swat a fly. The blow caught her shoulder, sending her sprawling across the blood-soaked ground.

Lilith rolled, narrowly avoiding the axe as it cleaved into the earth where she had lain a moment before. She scrambled to her feet, knife held before her in a white-knuckled grip. The Ork charged again, all pretense of skill abandoned in favor of brute force.

Time seemed to slow. Lilith saw the axe descending, knew she couldn't dodge in time. In that moment, she felt a strange warmth spreading through her body, a power she couldn't name surging within her. Without thinking, she raised her hand, and to her astonishment, the Ork's charge slowed, as if it were moving through treacle.

Taking advantage of the inexplicable phenomenon, Lilith darted forward once more. Her knife found the Ork's throat, slicing through muscle and sinew. Hot, foul-smelling blood gushed over her hands as the beast gurgled its last breath.

As the Ork's massive body crashed to the ground, Lilith stood panting, her mind reeling from what had just happened. But before she could process it, the world around her blurred, the sounds of battle fading into an oppressive silence. The vibrant, terrible hues of war dulled into inky darkness. Confusion gripped Lilith as she found herself surrounded by an impenetrable void.

"What sorcery is this?" she muttered, her hand still clutching the blood-slick combat knife. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she steeled herself, years of Imperial indoctrination kicking in. "The Emperor protects," she intoned, the familiar litany bringing a measure of comfort.

"Have you seen my dog?" a soft voice echoed through the darkness.

Startled, Lilith spun around, her combat training kicking in as she assumed a defensive stance. Before her stood a girl who looked strikingly familiar, yet something was off. The girl's eyes were wide and searching, as if she had lost something precious.

"Who are you?" Lilith demanded, her voice steady despite her unease. "What is this place? Where are my brothers and sisters in arms?"

The girl stepped closer, and a wave of discomfort washed over Lilith. There was an unsettling familiarity in the girl's presence, a connection that made her skin crawl.

"That's too bad," the girl said, her smile fragile and inviting. "I've been looking for him for so long."

"What do you mean?" Lilith demanded, irritation flaring. "Answer me! Is this some sort of xenos trickery? A psyker's mind-trap?"

The girl's face shifted, her expression morphing into something more intense. "You've taken on a life of purpose," she said, her voice filled with a mix of envy and yearning. "You're loved, and that's something I've never truly felt."

Lilith felt a pang of sympathy but quickly pushed it aside. Sympathy could be exploited, used against her. "What are you talking about? Explain yourself, by the Emperor's name!"

"I've been watching you," the girl insisted, seemingly unfazed by Lilith's outburst. "I've wanted to talk to you for so long, ever since you intruded into my life. I've watched you live your life; the orphanage, your training, this battle. I can't help but feel envious of what you have."

The weight of the girl's words pressed down on Lilith like a Baneblade's armor plating. Memories of her past life as Maverick Lopez flashed through her mind, a stark contrast to her current existence in the grim darkness of the 41st millennium.

"You... you've been watching me? How? Are you some sort of warp entity?" Lilith asked, her voice trembling.

The girl shook her head, her expression turning solemn. "No, I'm not a creature of the warp. I'm... I'm something else. I'm the original owner of this body."

Lilith's mind reeled. "Original owner? But I... I remember my past life. I was Maverick Lopez before I woke up in that alley years ago."

"Yes, you were Maverick Lopez," the girl confirmed. "But this body... it was mine first. I was here before you, Lilith. You... intruded, somehow."

"That's impossible," Lilith protested, shaking her head. "If you're the original, then how am I here?"

The girl's expression softened. "I don't have all the answers, Lilith. But I know that you're here now, living a life I never could. You've given this body a purpose I never had."

Lilith's voice was barely above a whisper as she asked, "Then who are you?"

The girl's features shimmered in the darkness as she replied, "I am Eve. The original owner of the body we now share."

Lilith's mind struggled to process Eve's words. "If what you're saying is true, then what does this mean for us? For me?"

Eve's expression was a mixture of sadness and acceptance. "It means we're connected, Lilith. We are now one. I am you and you are me."

Lilith's mind reeled from Eve's revelation. The cacophony of battle seemed a distant memory now, replaced by the oppressive silence of this strange void. She struggled to reconcile her memories as Maverick Lopez with the reality of her existence in the 41st millennium, and now this; a connection to the original owner of her body.

"How?" Lilith asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "How are we connected?"

Eve's ethereal form shimmered in the darkness, her eyes reflecting an otherworldly wisdom. "My very appearance before you are proof of our connection, Lilith. But there's more to it than that. Something that sets us apart from others in this grim, dark future."

Lilith's brow furrowed, her Imperial training warring with her curiosity. "What do you mean? Speak plainly, in the Emperor's name!"

Eve took a deep breath, her expression a mixture of apprehension and resolve. "Lilith, you are a psyker."

The words hit Lilith like a bolt round to the chest. She staggered back, her mind racing with implications. Psykers were feared and reviled throughout the Imperium, seen as potential gateways for daemonic incursion. The Inquisition hunted them relentlessly, and those deemed stable enough were soul-bound to the Emperor to serve as Astropaths or sacrificed to fuel the Astronomican.

"No," Lilith protested, shaking her head vehemently. "That's impossible. I can't be a psyker. I would have been detected, taken by the Black Ships!"

Eve's expression softened. "And yet, here you are."

"But... but Sister Victorine," Lilith stammered, grasping for any shred of denial. "She tested me for psychic potential. How could I have passed undetected?"

Eve's smile turned enigmatic. "That's where our connection becomes even more extraordinary. You see, Lilith, I am a blank."

Lilith felt as if the ground had dropped out from beneath her feet. A psyker and a blank, two diametrically opposed aspects of humanity's relationship with the Warp existing in the same body? It defied everything she had been taught about the nature of reality.

"How is that possible?" Lilith demanded, her voice rising in pitch. "A psyker and a blank can't coexist. It's... it's heretical!"

Eve shook her head, her expression serious. "I don't have all the answers, Lilith. The universe is vast and full of mysteries, even in this age of darkness. What I do know is that your reincarnation from another world is unheard of, and now we find ourselves in this impossible situation; a psyker and a blank sharing one form."

Lilith's mind raced, trying to process the implications. "Is that why... is that why our body is so frail?"

Eve nodded solemnly. "Your psychic powers are straining our body, Lilith. It wasn't designed to channel such energies. The stress is immense, which is why you always struggled with physical tasks. Normally, our body is strong but…"

"But we've persevered," Lilith countered, thinking of her grueling training in the Steel Legion. "We've pushed through every challenge."

"Indeed, we have," Eve agreed, a hint of pride in her voice. "Although that's due to our genetic quirk. That’s the reason why you heal so fast. It's how you survived thus far

Lilith's head spun with the revelations. She thought of her time in the orphanage, her struggles during training, and now the horrors of war she faced daily. Everything she had experienced took on new meaning in light of this impossible truth.

"What does this mean for us?" Lilith asked, her voice trembling. "For our future?"

Eve's expression turned grave. "It means we're walking on the razor’s edge, Lilith. Your psychic abilities are growing stronger but somehow, I can restrict how you use your psychic powers and keep them from getting out of control."

Lilith could imagine the consequences. Psychic burnout, daemonic possession, or worse, becoming a living warp rift that could doom entire worlds.

"How?" Lilith asked, desperation creeping into her voice. "How do we control this? How can I use these... abilities... to save more lives without destroying myself in the process? Also, since you’re a blank. Is that the reason why I feel uncomfortable with you?"

Eve's form began to flicker, the darkness around them pulsing with an otherworldly energy. "Our time grows short, Lilith. The battle still rages, and you must return. But for now, I’ll lift up your restriction."

Lilith nodded, her mind still reeling but a sense of purpose crystallizing within her. "Is there any way I can use this power without attracting attention?"

"You can’t" Eve looked serious. "You need to be ready for whatever happens if you want to live and to save lives as well."

The void around them began to dissolve, reality reasserting itself. Lilith could hear the distant sounds of battle creeping back in; the staccato of bolter fire, the bestial roars of Orks, the screams of the wounded and dying.

"Wait!" Lilith called out as Eve's form began to fade. "There's so much more I need to know!"

Eve's smile was tinged with sadness. "We'll speak again, Lilith. For now, remember that you're not alone. I'm always here, watching. We are in this together."

As the last wisps of darkness faded away, Lilith found herself back on the blood-soaked battlefield. The air was thick with the stench of promethium and charred flesh. Around her, the wounded and dying cried out for aid, their voices a chorus of agony rising above the din of war.

Lilith's hands trembled as she reached for her medicae kit. The weight of her newfound knowledge pressed down upon her, heavier than any Astartes power armor. She was a psyker, an aberration in the eyes of the Imperium. And yet, she was also a blank, the very antithesis of psychic power. Two impossible truths coexisting within one frail form.

"Emperor protect me," she whispered, the familiar prayer taking on new meaning. As Lilith intends to use her psyker abilities for the first time and not just a practice, but for a losing battle. Also, she also knew the risks of revealing herself as a psyker but it is a better choice than to die at the moment, after all Lilith doesn’t intend to give up just yet.

But with every second that passes by, so many questions start to reach Lilith’s mind. Could she learn to harness her unique abilities without succumbing to the perils of the Warp? And what of Eve? what was her true nature, and how had their souls become so inexorably intertwined?

These were questions for another time. For now, there was only the battle, the wounded, the unwavering determination to save as many lives as possible and to save herself.