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Severus was leaning forward in him throne, servo arms moving about his back, next to the throne on a small pedestal containing blooded pieces of glass. He winced as one of the arms pulled out a piece of rib to get at grass lodged behind the bone. Needles fed anesthesia into his bloodstream as the bone was added to the pile in the bowl.
"Weren't you psykers meant to be keeping an eye out for any surprises?" he growled wincing again as his arm gave a jerk, more needles inserted themselves into his shoulder dulling the pain as nerves were repaired. "How in the name of the onmisiah did they miss... " he winced again and there was a soft kink in the bow.
It was then that Zaylin walked in. "Man of the hour." he muttered seeing the psyker his still usable left hand gripping the throne. "If its trill alive theres nothing we can do. The Admiralty has decided they don't wish to help us root out heresy and they'd rather sit idle while the faithful die. Not that it maters much to me what they do." his gave turned to the floor as the anesthesia and working servo arms make it difficult to speak.
"Weren't you psykers meant to be keeping an eye out for any surprises?" he growled wincing again as his arm gave a jerk, more needles inserted themselves into his shoulder dulling the pain as nerves were repaired. "How in the name of the onmisiah did they miss... " he winced again and there was a soft kink in the bow.
It was then that Zaylin walked in. "Man of the hour." he muttered seeing the psyker his still usable left hand gripping the throne. "If its trill alive theres nothing we can do. The Admiralty has decided they don't wish to help us root out heresy and they'd rather sit idle while the faithful die. Not that it maters much to me what they do." his gave turned to the floor as the anesthesia and working servo arms make it difficult to speak.