The-AXE-Artist

How long had it been? Centuries? Millenia? Years spent sleeping within his mobile tomb meant nothing to him, all that mattered was fulfilling his duty to the Emperor and his Gene-Father Guilliman. Awareness crept in at the edges of his senses, like a heavy fog slowly ebbing away in the light of the dawn sun. He felt a sudden judder and his sarcophagus being lifted from it’s berth. Though he could not see outside of it he knew from having experienced this times beyond counting that they were moving him to be inserted into his waiting warform. A towering venerable dreadnought, both a terrifying weapon of war and tomb for the decrepit biological remains of Brother-Sergeant Rahmiel. The rasp of metal sliding against metal reverberated within his metal casket and he heard interfaces and locking mechanisms thump into place. A few moments later his mind swelled and was filled with the sensory data flowing from the various devices about the Dreadnoughts metallic body. His was a slightly