“NO. THIS IS NOT THE PALACE. I REMEMBER NOW, I WAS AT THE PALACE, FIGHTING TO REGAIN THE EMPERORS THRONE. WHO HAVE TAKEN ME FROM BATTLE?! WHERE AM I?” My voice was filled with rage. Yes, I remember quite clearly now, the battle, the spearhead, Vandire, the Imperial Fist, gunfire, blood, death, killing. Why was I not killing now? I flexed my fists, it felt strange. Clumpsy. Loud grinding sounds. I brought up my arm, it was large and metallic, inhuman.
“Calm yourself Elder...!” The little man urged. “You are aboard the Indomitable, with your brothers. Do you not remember me, Brother Elrim?” The voice and name was familiar, true, but this could be a trick. Where was my bolter, so I could shoot the little man? Even that they had taken away from me!
“YOU LIE. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BROTHERS?” I moved my arms violently, as in an intimidating move, followed by the noise of cables snapping, chains rattling. A large crash as I brought down my fist over a machine next to me, crushing it utterly. My legs felt stiff, and took small steps forward, towards the little man. He backed away, and dodged out of my clumpsy attempt to grab him. Instead, I picked up one of the Servitors, giving it a shake before I crushed it utterly.