Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26383377-20190215193410/@comment-26383377-20200117183644

Archaeus approaches the counter, a servitor approaches clunkily, looking up at the towering Astartes.

“What can I get you, sir.” It says in a monotone voice.

“I’ve already eaten, it’s the little one who is hungry.”

The servitor glances down at Rikki, half of its head replaced with cybernetic optics, and most of its body composed of mechanical parts.

“What can I get you, ma’am.”