It looked hungry. It looked vampiric.
‘It is Lotara Sarrin,’ said Khârn.
Lotara backed away from the thing. It paid her no heed, its lidless eyes
blinking with wet flickers of blood-soaked membranes. Claws the length of
knives clickety-clicked on the arms of the metal throne.
‘Inform the Warmaster, we
stand ready.’
The crew obeyed the thing at once, showing no fear, only weary
obedience.
She remembered the Warmaster’s words, days before. "You are not Lotara
Sarrin"
>Barges into the Conqueror’s command bridge
>Reprimands Primarch Angron for mistakingly refering to the Conqueror as ship
>Refuses to elaborate further >Leaves
‘It is Lotara Sarrin,’ said Khârn.
Lotara backed away from the thing. It paid her no heed, its lidless eyes
blinking with wet flickers of blood-soaked membranes. Claws the length of
knives clickety-clicked on the arms of the metal throne.
‘Inform the Warmaster, we
stand ready.’
The crew obeyed the thing at once, showing no fear, only weary
obedience.
She remembered the Warmaster’s words, days before. "You are not Lotara
Sarrin"
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