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.