"Excellent!" Lin Fan stood with his hands on his hips, pointing at Shadowsun as he continued, "Would you also think about skinning these aliens first, chopping off their heads, preserving them, and stuffing them into your pants as collectibles?"
"Uh... we..." Kor'sarro Khan scratched his head, recalling what he had just seen at the Golden Throne.
At first, he had been overwhelmed by the throne's grandeur and holiness, filled with worship for the Great Khan's mighty power. He had prostrated himself fully on the ground, showing the Great Khan his utmost loyalty and reverence.
The Great Khan sat upon the throne, surrounded by pillars impaled with all manner of heads. In the distance, countless motorcycles lined the horizon, painted a beautiful white and adorned with red gemstones and gold.
Kor'sarro only needed one glance before the urge to ride began to boil within him. He dreamed of displaying his superb motorcycle skills before the Great Khan.
The unity of man and machine he had honed in the Jagged Skull Forest of Chogoris would surely earn a nod of praise from the Great Khan.
"Obey his words. His will is my will."
Yet the Great Khan showed no intention of letting him demonstrate his motorcycle skills. Instead, he reached out and pushed Kor'sarro Khan away.
"Who is that man?" Kor'sarro Khan boldly asked one final question in the Great Khan's direction.
The Great Khan's lips curled slightly, as though he were suppressing laughter. "He is Jaghatai's brother. You may call him Uncle. As for how to deal with the T'au aliens, you must listen to him as well."
Was he the brother of the father of their great primarch? Someone who had fought across the stars alongside the Great Khan? One of the Great Khan's descendants? What an honor!
Kor'sarro Khan