-Sorrita 3 large men infront possibly retired guardsmen quickly grabbed there knives and charged the slanneshi sorrita. the others seemed to cower a bit in fear as they saw the women. some tried to even escape through the vents
[Please don't hit me for this. I can also make a non-IC version if you want.] Player Name: Enginseer Midas --- ...what is this? A questionnaire? ...might be fun to pass the time until the shuttle arrives... Name: A girl by the name of Turel Gepadakis died many years ago, all records expunged from her homeworld. Nobody misses her, and it is good that way. Aliases: Zeta 303, Atropos (Atropos is the preferred alias) Sex: Psh, don't you trust me to play the part of a man? Such chauvinistic naiveté. [Female.] Species: I am but mortal. Age: Isn't age just a number? Isn't mileage more important – considering that an actor with enough mileage can easily impersonate an older – or younger – person's behaviour. The records of the dead girl would mean she'd have to be in her late twenties by now. Such tragedy that she vanished. Class: Oh, please. 'Cultist' would imply a mad fanatic. I prefer 'Agent', but... oh, well. Cultist it is. Gear: Autogun, Autopistol, Combat knife, Flak Vest Trait: Psyker Talent – I... have a gift. I refused to accept it for the longest time, but I have a connection to the warp. This is part of the reason I am fleeing from my... former masters. Flaw: Irrational Fear – I'll be the first to admit it. I'm claustrophobic, that is not a secret... Just one more reason I hope this thing does not fall into my former employers' hands. Greatest Fear: You mean, besides the whole claustrophobia thing? If they get to me... my ex-masters. The... Alpha Legion. I am currently fleeing from them. It's the whole reason I'm here. --- Appearance: Atropos is absolutely unremarkable, perhaps remarkably so. She is a mere 5' 4" tall, and slender though not frail, with a face neither particularly hard nor very soft; one might say it has a bit of mature beauty, though she isn't a radiant apparition. Her skin is pale, maybe a bit greyish even, and some smaller scars and impurities stand silent witness to the life of a person who wasn't pampered nor went through hell. Black hair kept practically short (yet fashionably long) and dull grey eyes complete the image of a woman who fades into the background when she wants to. The warp hasn't left her untouched however, and as a result of her work for the traitor Astartes, Atropos' tongue has taken a cyan hue, making it easy to find out her identity if one knows what to look for.
"Ooh, 3 volunteers... It's gonna be soo much fun~" With that said, she raised her bolt gun, shot at two of them, and let the third one get closer. As he tried to stab her, she skilfully dodges it. She rapidly closes the already-short distance between them, and stabs him in the throat, making blood run out. Julia then gets her head close to his now cut open throat, and sticks her tongue in there. "Hmmhh~" She takes her tongue out and throws away his body. "Anyone else wants to feel Slaanesh's glory?~"
OOC i like it accepted would you like to be in the hanger or possibly with the astartes that are about to breach and clear the Reactor room
-Sorrita Men and women began rushing into the air bent to escape. Trying to get out fast as they can two brave souls seem to turn over sevaral bunk beds to block he path as they left through the vents. It was quite noisy enough to catch the attention of soliders near by. -Reactor room. As the bomb went off the two astartes went through the door and smoke the guards ready to follow when suddenly out the two astarte came as they were thrown into the wall. 2 large sentinel loaders threw them out of the room as the mechincus stayed in the back firing las pistols. The one who took it hardest was the techmarine. he growled as he said. "THEY FIGHT BACK." the plague marine was able to move back reducing the damage to his back
