“Sir!” “...” “Your Omnipotence!”
Navigator subofficer Trusk was trying to wake up his primarch who was sitting in main bridge in his tactical command throne. Even sound asleep the primarch was an imposing figure in his gigantic dark purple full body armor, long pitch black hair and pale skin. At both sides of the sleeping lord commander stood silently Legio Penetratus astartes in terminator armour like ancient statues in guard.
Tusk added some volume to his requests, but clearly was not sure if he actually wanted to wake the sleeping behemoth up.