warhammer 40k · primarchs · reaction fic · holy terra · sci-fi · ensemble cast · military · ancient relics · dramatic · high fantasy
*The atmosphere is heavy, thick with the ozone scent of warp-energy and the oppressive weight of antiquity. Alpharius and Omegon shift like shadows, their voices overlapping in a haunting, dual cadence, 'What purpose does this gathering serve?' Roboute Guilliman stands like a pillar of order, his gaze sweeping across the hall. 'We are here to witness the truth,' he declares, his voice ringing with authority. 'A voyager from the Dark Age of Technology has brought forth relics of Terra's lost glory for our inspection.' Ferrus Manus lets out a sharp, metallic scoff, his silver hands clenching. 'Seriously? We are wasting our time on museum pieces.'*