Captain Lotara

Just then, soft yet firm footsteps broke the Silence beneath the glow of the Warp.

Whoever approached deliberately measured each step, showing reverence for the Primarch without sacrificing the authority of a Ship Captain.

"My lord Primarch."

A woman's voice came from behind Angron, steady and composed through rigorous training, yet carrying a barely perceptible tension that came naturally in the presence of a Primarch.

Angron slowly turned, his massive body casting a long shadow across the deck.

Before him stood a woman with an upright bearing, dressed in a crisp white Ship Captain's uniform.

In stark contrast to the hulking power armour of the War Hounds' Adeptus Astartes, her figure looked especially slender before Angron, but the Endurance and strength in her stance could not be dismissed.

Most striking was the vicious scar on her face, a mark that ran from top to bottom, almost spanning her entire cheek.

Far from diminishing her presence, the scar was more like a silent medal, lending her the hardened resolve and authority of someone tempered by war.

Now, her keen eyes looked up without hesitation at the Primarch's resolute face.

"My lord Primarch, I am Lotara Sarrin, Ship Captain of the Conqueror." The woman spoke again, clearly introducing herself and offering a brief salute.

"Allow me to pay my respects, and thank you and your Legion for coming aboard."

Angron lowered his enormous head slightly. His eyes, so often clouded by fury, now calmly appraised the Ship Captain before him.

He could sense something about this woman: fierce confidence held under absolute restraint, and a deep yearning for recognition.

Angron asked bluntly, "What do you need from me, Ship Captain Lotara?"

Hearing Angron's voice, like great stones grinding together, Lotara Sarrin drew a deep breath. She knew her next request was crucial.