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A crackling came over the coms, the muffled sound of someone choking on their own clotting blood, then Zethidis spoke slowly with a deep and scraping voice - like a freshly bloodied skull being dragged slowly along the floor. Skullcavus' words were always slow and planned, like many, they remained emotionless and the only change in pitch and tone came from his own boredom at the effort of speech. 

When he spoke, it was as if he was your end, his words the last you would ever hear.

"My Brothers. The skulls scanning will complete imminently, the collected data will prove useful. Take this time to adjust to the darkness, it will prove to be your closest ally." As he spoke, a black smoke rose from Zethidis' helm and mixed with the shadows of the hulks interior.

Taking a knee, supported by his bulking rifle, Zethidis began to mutter hushed words in his ghostly voice - a faint black aura growing from his chest.

The skull beeped momentarily and returned to him, uploading data to his drive.