- The primarch did not know this place.
Roboute had strode across countless worlds, and twice as many battlefields during her lifetime, but she knew this was not one of them. Moreover, it was not where she had been just a few moments prior. She didn't remember falling asleep, but the fact that she obviously had was concern enough. Sleep was something she needed only rarely, And she felt no sign of a wound that would have induced a loss of consciousness. No, she had been teleported here, no doubt through some malign sorcery. In that case, the plan was a simple one. Find the sorcerer, eliminate them, and then find a way back. There was still much she needed to accomplish on Terra, she could ill afford an interruption like this.
At the same time, the primarch had to admit there was a certain serenity to her current environs. The vibrant chirping of birds filtered through autumn-browning trees, accompanying soft rays of golden sunlight that speckled her azure armor with flecks of gold. Reaching up with massive gauntleted hands, Roboute removed her helmet, shaking her hair out as she enjoyed the soft breeze playing over her face. A host of smells met her uncovered nostrils, her keen primarch senses capable of picking out each and every one. There were the trees and the birds, and a host of other flora and fauna she couldn't readily identify. There also, was the scent of humanity, and also, fainter, were the scents of fear, confusion, apprehension. What was absent, curiously, was the tang of the Warp, the fell influence of the Ruinous Powers she was certain had brought her here. If the culprit was not a sorcerer, what then was he?
A question for later, once she had joined up with the other humans. Hooking her helmet to her belt, Roboute set off in the direction of the nearest human, the snarl of servos and the low thump of her tremendous footfalls breaking the forest calm. In short order, she found her target, a young human girl who seemed to be suffering from the journey far more than she had. Unsurprising, given that the primarch was what she was. "Steady now, child," Roboute said, kneeling down beside the girl, "do not strain yourself. Teleportation is rarely a pleasant experience, but your strength will return in time. Do you remember your name?" Roboute was no apothecary, and her knowledge of human anatomy and first aid was limited at best, but she figured it would be prudent to make sure her mental faculties were still present.
