Astartes Flavor

Compared to the clean and tidy bridge of a Scimitar Frigate, the inside of the pirate ship's bridge was far dirtier and messier.

Trash littered the bridge floor, and strange metal components of unknown purpose were wedged into the cracks.

The precious electronic consoles were covered in sticky grime, while the undersides of the control panels were plastered with dried raisins. No one knew how long it had been since they were last cleaned.

Even more terrifyingly, Chaos symbols had been smeared across some of the floors.

As for the senior officers on the bridge, most were normal humans, but a small number were severely deformed Mutants! Some had even openly tattooed Chaos symbols onto their foreheads!

The pirate ship's captain was a tall, powerfully built man standing 1.9 meters tall, with pale skin and eyes that faintly resembled those of a beast!

He was clearly not a normal human. He might have suffered mild Chaos Corruption.

These human pirates lived with their lives on the line. They did not care in the slightest about humanity's future or even their own. As long as they could enjoy one more day, that was enough.

Thus, they did not reject Chaos Corruption, Mutants, or aliens.

This pirate ship had robbed and plundered everywhere, repeatedly entering and leaving the Warp. Its crew had long since been contaminated countless times over.

Anyone with severe corruption was killed. Mild corruption, on the other hand, was simply ignored.

The pirate captain, this man bearing faint traces of decay, stared fixedly at the battle display on the screen before him.

As he watched Landing Torpedoes streak toward the Scimitar-class Frigate and his infantry rapidly deploy aboard the enemy vessel, his eyes brimmed with greed.

His shabby little ship had been in service for who knew how many