"Earlier, I said that I had once fought alongside Dante."
"That was not the whole truth."
As all the clone Primarchs stepped back, warily regarding Locke as some freak hatched from a Chaos Womb, Locke merely began to explain slowly.
"I was not stuffed into a Death Claw drop pod by Dante and lucky enough to survive. I was shamefully captured after an Emperor's Children traitor cut off all four of my limbs."
"Then I barely clung to life in the hands of those traitors."
"They tortured me, stabbed out my eyes, flayed my skin, and used all kinds of vile chemicals to turn me into a raving madman."
"But in the end, I survived. I endured with the tenacity of steel."
Locke tapped his vambrace.
The vambrace looked like armor fused onto an iron hand. It was connected to Locke's limb as one whole, rather than being an obvious piece of worn equipment like normal Astartes armor.
Both his hands and feet were the same.
And Locke's eyes were not biological eyes either, but bionic prosthetic eyes disguised exceptionally well.
Clearly, the implants and Prosthetic Bodies he used were of a rather high grade. Under normal circumstances, one could not tell that his body was filled with all manner of implants; organic tissue and metal each accounted for half of his body.
"During the battle between the Regent and Fulgrim, the warship of the Emperor's Children traitors I was on was shattered and crashed. When I awoke, I found myself among a tribe on an unknown planet."
"It was the tribe of the Skinless Ones."
"Because the people who captured me had already flayed my skin, the Skinless Ones regarded me as one of their own."
"They cared for me, taught me how to pray to the gods, and