Veovulf stood guard at the opening of the ship, watching silently as the new recruits filed inside one by one. He knew the ship well, for he had first gained consciousness within that ship, like a child borne of machines, with the emperor to serve as his father, seeing his smiling face as he took his first steps in life, although at that time, his world was dark and meaningless for he had not yet truly awakened. 

Veovulf stepped in front of the large enoch, slightly overshadowing the young optima with his mechanized, bio-synthetic stature.

"Mind the halls, Prelitor Optima: Enoch...some walls may not accommodate free movement within that issued powered armor, caution is advised."
He stepped out of his way again, to allow him free entry, his voice deep and heavily synthesized, sounding as if two were speaking at once. A slight breeze picked up, whipping the black silks about on his body.