Inside the ossary...
"Titus?"
Lazuli ran his hand across the Dreadnoughts sarcophagus, the embossed skulls and gilded bones made grubby by air born greases and the ever present humidity. Even disconnected from his war harness Brother Titus was violence distilled in machine form; slab sided, mortuary grim and battle scarred.
"What is it?" The Dreadnoughts voice was like a misfiring shell being discharged from a cannon, a voice made possible by the vox casters implanted somewhere in the sensor pod on his hull.
"What's it like?"
"Being entombed? Being caged into this metal womb?"
The war machine let the question hang, the servo rumble of its power plant chasing away the noise of the servitors briefly.
"I will live forever, eternal and see the end of Lux' quest. I shall reap the rewards. And I shall know battle eternal."
All around them the techpriest and machineslaves scurried, heaping trolleys full of munitions and loading power cells into the engines that would see the mighty Titus Asmodaus rise again for war.
Lazuli hear the Dreadnoughts voice over the vox bead in his ear, his bombast and energy gone.
"It feels truly terrible, Little Crozius."
Lazuli ran his hand across the Dreadnoughts sarcophagus, the embossed skulls and gilded bones made grubby by air born greases and the ever present humidity. Even disconnected from his war harness Brother Titus was violence distilled in machine form; slab sided, mortuary grim and battle scarred.
"What is it?" The Dreadnoughts voice was like a misfiring shell being discharged from a cannon, a voice made possible by the vox casters implanted somewhere in the sensor pod on his hull.
"What's it like?"
"Being entombed? Being caged into this metal womb?"
The war machine let the question hang, the servo rumble of its power plant chasing away the noise of the servitors briefly.
"I will live forever, eternal and see the end of Lux' quest. I shall reap the rewards. And I shall know battle eternal."
All around them the techpriest and machineslaves scurried, heaping trolleys full of munitions and loading power cells into the engines that would see the mighty Titus Asmodaus rise again for war.
Lazuli hear the Dreadnoughts voice over the vox bead in his ear, his bombast and energy gone.
"It feels truly terrible, Little Crozius."