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 ‘Queen of Blades’ 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.
“ 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵
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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... 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 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 — a surprise, considering the culture he serves.
“ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵
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nastiest beasts on the battlefield, protecting those behind him with sword and bolter fire.
His oath is that of duty and sacrifice — 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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