His minion audibly cringed at the Ogryn's rush toward them both, but having seen the Ogryn in combat proper, Lucius was hardly intimidated, not that he would have been either way. A charging Ogryn involved a lot more screams of blind murderous intent, or whatever instinct the brutes ran on. Sure enough, the character soon stopped before reaching him, eyeing up the cowering wretch that claimed to serve him, then asking who it was, and admitting that he didn't like the man. But of course not. Lucius himself didn't like him. But, because he had to come up with something to cover his tracks, he shortly stated 'No need to worry. This is my-'

[i]Minion? Slave? Serf? Servant- yes, servant, he'll understand that.[/i]

'-servant,' Lucius offered, the slight hesitation covered by a near-imperceptible elongation of "my". 'Rest assured, he is without weaponry, and will bring no harm to you or anybody else.'

But it seemed the Ogryn was now preoccupied with other things. Scanning, and some internal conflict that he hadn't been aware Ogryns could engage in... was that another group of intrepid explorers he espied? Or perhaps more foes. Regardless, he eyed them up, deliberately placing a hand on the handle of his sheathed sword to make sure they knew he was present. There was a, a sort of bipedal fish alien in the group... and an [i]Eldar,[/i] who by the looks of it was of the sort who took greatly to torment and torture. Disgusting creatures both - that was one trait, at least, that he retained from his time in the Dark Angels proper. And it was clear their allies held more truck with them than he'd ever be comfortable with.

But he'd deal with them when the time came to it; for now, he turned his attention back to the Ogryn, who was currently explaining in so many words that it was scared and confused, and needed to get back to "da, uh, ship", presumably whatever Imperial ship it had come from to begin with. And that, it seemed, was his in. He strolled the rest of the way over to the Ogryn, placing a firm, reassuring arm round the giant creature's shoulders.

'Well, if you need directions back to your ship, my friend- by the way, I don't think you told me your name yet?- I'm sure I can help you search. And you people over there too, mind,' he called to the small group who was observing him and his possible newfound ally, and his servant. He'd rather not do that, but realistically, he needed more than one meatshield to survive in the Hulk for much longer.

'I can't imagine why this is what has been willed for me, but perhaps some of you will be able to serve under the Emperor's merciful guidance, anyway,' he offered in as congenial a tone as the situation allowed for, well aware that if one person already thought he served the Emperor, he had to pretend the same for all of them, else somebody would be disillusioned sooner or later. 'And in any case, the more of us there are, the more effectively we can cover one another's backs, and the fewer of us will be slain, is that not so?' No doubt, of course, that the Eldar would backstab everybody in the group the moment she got her chance, but since he knew it'd be coming, he'd be able to mete out justice to her the moment she began to execute such a maneuver.

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