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With her nose buried in a medical journal the blue-haired Senshi barely noticed the woman running through the starboard gallery of the battle barge Extreme Prejudice. Under the circumstances, a woman running away made perfect sense: most people did when Angron sang in the shower.
Tekhne wouldn't be going in this direction at all if the Extreme Prejudice wasn't carrying a small library of obscure medical texts gathered from the recently pacified sectors of the Obscura region. In order to keep them safe, Angron had stored them next to his quarters. Fortunately, the belt of emergency supplies Perturabo had given her on their wedding anniversary contained ear plugs.
Her progress was interrupted when the woman grabbed her shoulders and started shaking her in hysteria. With a sigh, Tekhne looked up from her book and looked at her lips long enough to read the words that they were uttering.
"Here." With one hand she pulled out her spare earplugs and offered them.
Gratefully the other woman took them with her blue hand.
Tekhne blinked. Wait, what was that?
Thank you, thank you, she saw the lips say. I've never heard such horrible singing before.
Tekhne held up a hand, stepped back a bit and got a better look. Ah. That daemon bitch that hurt Fulgrim.
Beryl hugged the Senshi impulsively. Listen, Fulgrim needs help. I wanted to ask Angron but -
BLAM!
Tekhne's holdout boltpistol went skidding down the corridor as the recoil tore it from her hands. That kept happening - she'd ask Pertuarbo for a less powerful holdout if incidents like this didn't prove that she really needed it.
Wait, what was that about Fulgrim?
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AN: Again, set after the Age of Heresy, and after Fulgrim's rescue from the painting.