In the dim room, a thick, long candle mounted atop a white skeleton was lit. A tiny flame flickered to life, illuminating everything inside.
When the Orcs saw their boss's head appear on the battlefield, each of the leaderless greenskins had their own thoughts. They could no longer WAAAGH!
Without the force field's support, they were no match for the Space Marines. Su Ming had merely led the Sister back to the Relay Station, killing a few hundred greenskins who blocked the way. The rest were left to the Space Marines outside.
For some reason, the pitch-black steel walls provided excellent soundproofing. The gunfire and explosions from the battlefield seemed very far away.
Skeletons represented pure divinity, and every surface of the room they occupied was lined with rows of candle-bearing skeletons. This might once have been an Ecclesiarchy Priest's confessional, for there was a smaller statue here, its head bowed as it watched the two of them.
As the light danced, the Sister went on to light a second candle. The Orcs had eaten some of them, but candles containing Nanomachines apparently did not taste very good, so most had been left behind. Aside from the room being a complete mess, the stone-carved tables and chairs remained where they had been.
Though calling that long bench a footstool might have been more accurate. At the very least, this room definitely had not been made for Space Marines. They would probably have to crouch just to squeeze through the doorway.
Orcs liked scrap metal, and wood was acceptable too, but only the most professional scavengers knew how to make use of a material like stone. Most of the time, they did not like hauling it around.
"Why did you tell them that you didn't need support?"
Only after lighting several