Primarch Lorgar Aurelian stood silently before the open hatch, his eyes, which seemed capable of discerning the very essence of a soul, sharply surveying the white-haired "girl" lying on the Life-Support Cradle.
Her face was as serene as a classical sculpture, her silver-white hair a waterfall woven from moonlight. Every detail perfectly imitated the human form, down to the barely perceptible rise and fall of her chest that mimicked breathing.
Yet Lorgar's brow creased slightly. Rather than approach at once, he fell into a brief silence, some instinct sounding a warning within him.
"Give me a detailed account of how it was found." Lorgar's low voice broke the silence, though his gaze never left the "girl."
The Sensor Chief waiting nearby immediately stepped forward, Dataslate in hand, and reported clearly, "My lord Primarch, approximately six standard hours ago, our Navigator detected an anomalous warp flow."
"This turbulence passed across our course at extremely high speed. Approximately three minutes later, our hull sensors registered a collision with an unidentified object."
"Based on its reconstructed trajectory, we can be reasonably certain that this craft rode the anomalous current here and made contact with our ship."
"Warp turbulence..." Lorgar repeated quietly, the doubt in his eyes deepening.
He set his questions aside for the moment and turned to the more pressing practical concern.
"Transfer her to the Sealed Observation Chamber on the upper deck. Rockefeller," he said, looking at his First Chapter's Chapter Master.
"You will carry this out personally, using your Terminator Armour. Ensure absolute stability and isolation throughout transport."
"Understood, Father! It will be done!" Rockefeller acknowledged in a deep voice.
Driving his massive Cataphractii-pattern Terminator Armour forward, he approached the open compartment with heavy steps.
Cautious of the unknown and utterly obedient to his Primarch's orders, he lowered himself onto