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". . .No, I'm. . .give me a moment."
Titus' brow only furrowed further as the strangers scrambled to explain to him the situation. With his bearings back to him, the space marine seemed a bit more abrasive, stepping away from the group that surrounded him and reaching for his ear, as if he was going to activate some sort of communicator. The vox unit responded with a hiss of dead static, prompting the captain to look down at his gauntlet. Blood still stained it, as if he was wearing it the entire time.
"Am I truly in the. . .hm." Titus questioned himself silently. In the moments when Titus had tackled a gargantuan psuedo-daemon prince into oblivion, he saw glimpses of what men had once called 'hell' - the Warp. It is something that not even a veteran astartes of Titus' rank or age have the slightest knowledge of, for those secrets are best kept within the vaults of the Librarium, far from the prying eyes of those who would wish to stamp out those secrets Titus had heard stories of the Warp from navigators and crewmen who faced incursions of the Warp upon their vessels during warp travel. Brief glimpses into utter terror and suffering. Those travelers were never heard of again once they'd seen the Warp, for even the strongest space marine could not resist the whims of such a terrible place.
Except for Titus himself. A pang within his mind told him that this place was not of the Warp. It was. . .something different, entirely.
But what? What was this place?
The mountain turned as Samus approached him, looking down upon her bizarre power armor. It was of no Imperial origin - could it be xenos tech? The space marines instinct thrashed against the back of his mind, telling him to assume that this place is nothing but a festering hive of recidivists and deviants, filth to be shoved aside for no other reason but for the glory of the Emperor. Enemies of the Imperium, possibly. However, the captain couldn't bring himself to act so brashly, as his senses still struggled to come to after the. . .scene he'd been apart of just moments ago.
For the first time, Titus was truly lost. He hadn't the slightest idea of where he was or what happened. The Emperor is testing him today, it seems.
"I can see that," Titus responded to Samus' statement in an equally stone-cold voice, but with a bit more command and nobility to it's tone. He stomped forward, observing the innards of the hangar bay. Every step of his slightly shook the floor around him, as his massive footfalls were enough to crush a skull without much thought. Samus could hear the faint, yet familiar noise of servos whirring underneath the archaic plating of this man's armor. It was some kind of power armor, much like her own, but not nearly as sleek or tasteful. It looked like it was created by an ancient architect. She could only guess what it - or rather he - was capable of.
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After a moment of observant silence, the giant spoke again. Samus happened to be the closest one nearby.
". . .Tell me, do you know if this ship is of Imperial origin?"
Now just what the fuck does that mean?
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