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Another advantage of being an immortal, robotic creature was all the knowledge Trazyna could store within her memory banks. The moment she was informed of the scape attempt, she knew the identity of its culprits: Astartes. More specifically, an unique squad of assaultbike-riding warriors from the White Scars. Clad in their tight, white armor and carrying all manner of tribal talismans, they were a special group in Trazyna's space marine collection and had not been easy to capture.
"Deploy the containement phalanx" she said while marching towards the area.
"Yes my lady" said the scarab.
Soon, a full phalanx of her warrior marched with her, each one a tall automaton who would follow her every command no matter what. Primitives may name Trazyna a coward for slowing down and letting them face the foe first. Even those of her own kind, the ones whose only obsession was war, would roll their robotic eyes and call her a weakling.
Trazyna could not care less. She was a schemer and proud of it. You needed to plan ahead, and well, if you wished to create and keep a collection like the one she had, each piece unique in its own way.
The warriors currently rushing to charge her silent guard were a clear example of the quality she seeked. Wearing no helmets, these augemented, giant women pushed their bikes to the limit as they roared and shouted their war cries...all the while trying not to pay much attention to the streams of cotton coming out of their armored pants, to end on the butts of their bikes. Trazyna had made sure all ten white scars endured the same wedgie before activating the stasis field and bringing them to her gallery. That happened...five hundred years ago? Six?
She could ask the humans, but they did not seem that eager to speak to her. They came with surprising speed, destroying armored skirts with their blades, lifting necron women by their dusty underwear with the rage of demons. One soon could be seen dragging not one, but three different necron warriors by their ancient underwear, the cotton tied to the back of her bike's saddle.
"Strange..." Trazyna narrowed her eyes "There was a paladin amongst them, one with a rather unique spear..."
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