The Space Marine captain watched the five figures emerge from the dim corner and asked in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you? Are you Dark Angels? And I am not Lord Tyberos. I am merely a captain under Lord Tyberos's command."
Though the Space Marine captain was questioning them, he had recognized their identities from their power armour—the Space Marines of the Dark Angels—and had inadvertently revealed his own identity as well.
"Tyberos, I was once fortunate enough to glimpse your majestic figure from afar in a distant dark star sector, though it is only natural that you would not know me."
Farahel gazed at the Space Marine captain before him. Reverence and a trace of nervousness showed on his face as he slowly explained.
The Space Marine captain who had been mistaken for Tyberos frowned deeply, irritation flashing through his eyes. He tightened his grip on his weapon, his voice low and imposing.
"I said I am not Lord Tyberos! I am merely an ordinary captain of the Carcharodons Chapter."
Yet in the face of the Space Marine captain's denial, Farahel appeared somewhat confused.
He looked the tall, powerful Space Marine captain up and down, clad in Adamantium Terminator Armour. His gaze finally settled on the golden gleam of the armour and the Carcharodons Chapter markings on its shoulder plate.
He then shifted his eyes to the dozen or so Space Marines standing behind the captain.
Each of those Space Marines was powerfully built and over 2.8 metres tall. They held all manner of advanced, deadly weapons, trained squarely on Farahel.
At a single command from their captain, these formidable warriors would pull their triggers without hesitation, and dense firepower would instantly swallow the man before them whole.
"You keep insisting that you are not Tyberos, but who