Truth be told, it was sheer discipline that kept Kaestor from reaching for his sidearm.
Normally, he would always be confident. But it was well known by now that this โQueen of Bladesโ was a powerful Psyker, and the Warp-Touched always made things tricky.
Best to be safe.
A hand was raised in a placating manner, with Kaestor taking a small step back to gain even a little bit of space.
โ ๐ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต, ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต
โโ
intensified alongside the unnatural each to her voice. A twitch from behind her, one of those skeletal wings clearly agitated.
"A long story. The ones who caused... ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฐ๐บ are long dead and burned. Now, I keep the Swarm in check and ensure a... Steady peace in the Sector."
For a moment the Marine was silent. Perhaps he was pondering something โ a surprise, considering the culture he serves.
โ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ. ๐๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ต
โโ
"Is it not obvious, Terran?"
"๐ฐ ๐จ๐ด ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐. Changed and remade, but still Human at heart. I am something beautiful. I am the ๐ธ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐๐."
nastiest beasts on the battlefield, protecting those behind him with sword and bolter fire.
His oath is that of duty and sacrifice โ he has forsaken any ambition of becoming a captain or chance at the position of Chapter Master to further entrench himself alongside
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