"Thanks, m'Lord," Heltz says, gently massaging the shoulder of the broken arm with his free hand. "It'll be nice to have a few days r--"
The medicae ward door hisses open, followed a moment later by the heavy thud of labored steps. A woman screams. Lumbering through the door, two servitors step into the ward. Their eyes glow green with a malign animation, black fluid leaking from tear ducts. Their eyes lock on Artemis. Their implanted vox units crackle with static.
"Death to the servants of the Corpse-Emperor!" The heavy steel pincers grafted to their left arms hiss and slam together rhythmically as they approach. Patients and medicae workers scatter, shrieking from fear at the blasphemous servitors.
The medicae ward door hisses open, followed a moment later by the heavy thud of labored steps. A woman screams. Lumbering through the door, two servitors step into the ward. Their eyes glow green with a malign animation, black fluid leaking from tear ducts. Their eyes lock on Artemis. Their implanted vox units crackle with static.
"Death to the servants of the Corpse-Emperor!" The heavy steel pincers grafted to their left arms hiss and slam together rhythmically as they approach. Patients and medicae workers scatter, shrieking from fear at the blasphemous servitors.



