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Eyes weary but still attentive his voice is breathy exhaustion, "May the Emperor destroy all Chaos. I see Mada Sybil is still looking for a suitable crew. Corporal Hannig reporting for duty from Genesis."
A loud creak came as Sybil's hands bent back a track spar. Metal and paint uncracking under her ministrations as she muttered in high gothic. A representation of the changes that the machine spirit understood this rightful deformation. A crooning voice instead of as she wiped away the chips in its external armor. Lucent blue material which replaced voids with small sparks slowly turned to the real.
Otto shuffled to less firm a stance for his screaming back muscles. Satchel raised he opened the container and pulled one of a pair of laspistols from inside. Most of the rest underneath an amalgamation of small gears flipping and twitching. Some bundles of wiring curled toward his hand as it left with the laspistol. Offered grip first to the Officer a normal laspistol in most regards if not for the faint changing surface. As if a minute pen writ backward on the inside of a mirror layered text in the various dialect of Cant Mechanicus.
A small rivulet of blood ran down his face from inside the helmet as he nodded to explain, "The relic is yours by right, Sir, I only have one issue holster. Earned with fists in the blood of those wracked demons. The thing in the walls tolerates no weakness in the Emperor's name."
A thumb tapped the writing which furiously centered a moment, "No idea what the machine spirit keeps writing on the metal but it's not that Chaos language. Eats cells a bit quickly. You'll want an insulated glove if you're firing for more than a few seconds or your hand will start freezing."
The pistol if taken revealed a glove fractured straight through to blackened frostbit flesh mottled by healthy parts.
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