Gunnar approached the Princep's chamber. her body mangled with neural connectors, and tubes. The limbs she was born with now replaced with wires, connecting her to her mighty frame of steel. removing his helmet out of respect for the Fafnirian people's deity. placing his dragon skull helm tightly under his left arm.
"Gunnar. I am always happy to see you and your subordinates. what do I owe this pleasure?"
Gunnar stood straight. his spine a tall tower from hips to skull. He was a giant. even among his warband, he towered all who drew breath. was this due to an advanced age? perhaps melding entirely with the Fenris Geneseed? It was none's to know. For the Space Wolves, his loss to their numbers was to be mourned.
Empty hands is all that was required to meet with the Lady Freja. She desires to know her people, by face if not by name. her benevolence knows no bounds for her people.
"Today marks one lunar year since you have taken the Fafnirian people to your bosom. How many forces have been turned away from Fafnir by your hand alone? For this Boon, we Fafnirians offer you a gift."
Her pleased grin radiated brightly from her lit chamber, her mangled frame nearly pressing against the chamber's glass.
"A gift? Adorned in gold I hope" - She jested.
Gunnar laughed heartily.
"We know your love for gold well. It was taken well into consideration! Behold my lady! A grand weapon. guilded in gold, and the leathers of Drake's whom have died of natural causes. We offer this gift unto you humbly, my lady."
Gunnar placed a hand over his chest, and bowed his head slightly.
Beyond the Steel hull of The God-Engine Freja, a guilded chain axe freshly hoisted by all of the people of Fáfnir.
The world thundered as God-Engine Freja approached. Her large steel claw reached out, and grasped the hilt if the axe. She inspected it intimately. The sunlight glistened its frame brightly. She beheld the weapon on high, then gave a single nod.
"Fafnirians! Your lady has accepted this gracious gift. Hold your heads high, even my brother's would be proud of this creation!"
She turned and hoisted the weapon steeply, holding it valiantly.
The cheers of the Fafnirian people deafened the mighty sea's waves, and would cause even the imperium to blush with it's volume.
The day marked a new festival, "The day of Boon" it would be called henceforth. festivities lasted for a whole month while the Fafnirian people beamed with pride, while their lady watched over them with their gift tightly grasped in her fist.
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