#chapter-master-darius

"There was a time when I was small that I worshiped the same spirits my village did. The spirits of the waters and winds, of the sun, the moon, and the stars. I was taught that these spirits were fundamentally good, that they would protect. I did not doubt this until I bore witness to their deafening silence when my own father was murdered and my mother fell ill and rotted away. There were no just gods coming to save us. It was not till later in life that I came face to face with true gods, and they were wholly unworthy of our devotion."

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The bewilderment had reached Titus's eyes now, betraying his emotion even more. Not only was the Chapter Master addressing him, but he was also so... informal? One from the CRUSADE? Did he mean the Great Crusade? Oh... God-Emperor on His Throne...

The lack of formalities had Titus mentally tripping over hurdles, but he did his best to at least accommodate what the Chapter Master asked of him, " Of course, l-- Darius. " He even had to stop himself from saying sir. Though, he canted his head to the side, somewhat-- a meeting with Lord Guilliman? A surprise, to be sure, but perhaps he shouldn't be. Their genefather was Lord-Regent, and he did not have many other Primarchs to assist him, save for the Lord Lion, but... he was... somewhere.

... At the mention of his warp resistance, Titus forced himself to not grimace. " Mm. I am honored you'd wish to meet me then. " In truth, he didn't know what to say with that one-- Lord Calgar himself said his devotion was practically unmatched if he were able to withstand the Warp multiple times in his career to the point of defeating Chaos sorcerers, but...

... The stain of suspicion never fades.

He did his best to not show his discomfort-- as, after all, it was an amazing feat to be able to withstand the Warp, but... to be quite honest, it brought Titus more harm than good. " It is not often, you are correct. I had been told it was due to my unshakeable devotion. "

There’s fewer hostiles, but the reports said it would be a high intensity engagement zone.

And on occasion there are distant screams, pure and utter terror. There aren’t any other strike teams around, and it’s quite unlikely there are any civilians still here.

What the hell is going on?

This was... odd, to say the least. It was far too quiet for a place supposedly swarming with hostile guardsmen and Chaos worshipping dregs. The number of voices he could hear were few and far between, but the feeling of dread and death suddenly weighed heavy on him. It felt almost sickening...

"Something isn't right... Something powerful..." he said, looking at his strike team.

-Khaz, probably

"The Mistress has granted you audience, corpse-worshiper." A great inhuman beast of a Nooseman growled.

He was larger than the Bitch of Steel herself, grey skinned and covered in onyx spines. When he snarled, two rows of pointed fangs stared back at the Revenant.

Space Marines. Great. Anything space marines found quarentineable was obviously not worth the risk of figuring out what it was.