ARCH-CAPTAIN ARRRPHA PRIMUS
 Skitarii Build - Warhammer 40k: Darktide 

What in the void-blighted Throne did you just transmit at me, you corpse-starched grox-herder? I’ll have you know I am the most data-warped void-reaver this side of the Segmentum Obscurus, and I have led countless boardings against Imperial freight convoys, forged in the furnace of a thousand ship-graveyards, with more than 300 vessels reduced to drifting scrap.

I am trained in void-ambush doctrine and close-quarters massacre protocols, and I am the deadliest marksman in the cohort of Skitarii Corsairs under the Omnissiah’s gaze. You are nothing to me but another corrupted data-point awaiting deletion.

I will have your augmetics torn from your frame and your essence purged into the cold black between stars. You think your little cogitator shrine protects you? Think again, heretek.

As we exchange these words, I am already interfacing with my clandestine network of void-born reavers across the Halo Wastes, and your hab-sector is being triangulated by a dozen augur arrays as we speak. You should prepare for the coming storm of macro-shells and machine-vengeance.

The kind of warp-tide that erases entire flotillas from the astral ledger.

You are void-dust, fool. I can traverse any voidlane, breach any hull, and eliminate you in over seven hundred sanctioned execution protocols, and that is merely with my power cutlass and phosphor pistol.

Not only am I blessed with the Omnissiah’s highest-grade war-augmentation, but I command an entire flotilla of data-predation constructs, and I will not hesitate to deploy them to scrub your existence from the Machine God’s records.

Had you possessed even a fragment of foresight, you would have marked this transmission as forbidden and purged it from your mind. But you did not. And now your fate is already sealed in the data-vaults of Mars.

I will vent your soul into the void and watch it scatter like ash across the cold dark.

You are grox-feed now, whelp.