The undead sealed within the armor is silent except for the ultraviolet flames engulfing its bones flickering. They stay silent for several long moments and you begin to suspect they are completely mute.
Then suddenly there is a voice, hoarse and rough from misuse, "I was bestowed the name 33 Black-Shield. The thirty-third of my name to serve the Osjiic Empire. Birthed from the flames of the dead Ghul. I know of your name. Jadyk. The whispers of the Voidlord changed with his creation," it turns its gaze to Lorgul, "'Seek Jadyk' they said then returned to their mindless babbling."
You clack your jaw in surprise, Kyn'tk writhing in your grasp, "Tell me what you know of the Voidlord Ghul. Tell me why the Emperor sent two of his Guardians to search for a Sub-Admiral of a simple Scout Fleet. How shall your Emperor react to your loss?"
"The Voidlord is the source of our power both as Deathsheads and as a Race. His armies decimated our planet but then, in the middle of his campaign, he and his forces fell with their powers greatly diminished. Their ships crashed to our world and with their bounty the Osjiic arose, from primitives to the Empire you have fought. His bones fuel our transformation, his weapons and armor reforged for the Emperors line. The Void fuels the Osjiic Empire after nearly consuming it in its infancy. He is truly dead yet still his ghosts and echoes haunt us, metaphorically and literally. We see what others can't," he turns his gaze to Lorgul once more, "Don't we, Brother?"
The Revenant slowly nods, "A universe on fire, the Void between the stars aflame with potential power that would incinerate us if we opened ourselves fully to it.">cont
(Very sorry about that folks)