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(Once upon a time I had lore for every model in my Chaos Warband, I’d spend hours kit bashing the models and coming up with everything from names to character traits and relationships. This is a blurb from one of those characters)
Dina sighed as the heavy door hissed closed behind her the runes etched into the door aligning with their counterparts on the walls flaring briefly with a reddish glow then fading. ‘Finally someplace quiet’ she thought. Her face almost hurt from the scowl she wore most of the day, the expression she used to scare most of the humans aboard, making them think she was as terrible and merciless as their transhuman masters. The ship was so loud, all the slaves cried so loudly during the torturing, even the astartes who rarely said a word to her, thought so loudly.
Her chamber was dark but she didn’t mind, most of the ship was kept fairly dark. The marines preferred to keep the light low, with their advanced sight they didn’t need it bright anyway. If the mortals and slaves couldn’t see that was their problem. The lights in the ceiling mostly out, the largest source of light in the room coming from her servitor in the corner. The frightening machine stood with is legs welded to a tracked base, still bleeding slightly. She appraised the servitor with a small smile. “good afternoon Archie.” She said, addressing her former governor as his almost corpse sat still as death, his once fattened frame now emaciated as his skin clung to the bones underneath, the eyes open in an expression of horror and the mouth stapled shut. Messily welded to its sternum the runed glass vial giving off the yellow light. Inside the marbled glass a cloud of roiling energy that is now the former governors soul, lighting the chamber and through its pained screams “singing” Dina to sleep when she wished it.
With a click she detached the dark cloak from her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Dina was still getting used to the armor, its weight unfamiliar, she rolled her shoulders feeling the rounded carapace pauldrons move. “Still need to adjust them.” She said to herself. She was about to unbuckle her belt when she felt a presence at the door, it was like a pressure, the runes kept the persons thoughts out but she could still “feel” the energy through the warp. The bang of a fist on cold steel followed her feeling. Sighing again she picked up the cloak from the floor and approached the door. Steeling herself she opened the door, the pained psychic screams of a thousand souls flooded her chamber the moment the door opened. Standing in the doorway was an armored giant in black ceramite. Dina wasn’t short by human standards, even if she was among the taller humans on board she would only come up to the giants chest.
She knew this one, more so than any of the others. Goren, her designated guardian, with his Bolter clamped to his leg and his huge left arm with its powerfist and shield half his height. That shield had stopped bullets, missiles, even Las beams, all from killing her. While the arm was still, it seemed to be ready for violence, to move in the span of a heartbeat, it was always like that. Maybe that was just the way he carried it, or how he carried himself. It was always difficult to read Astartes, Dina could still recall bleeding from her eyes last time she tried to enter one’s mind. This one she wouldn’t unless ordered, out of respect for him and his protection.
He stood there peering downward at her, the solid red eyes of his armored helm giving no indication of his intentions though she could probably guess. “You are summoned.” His voice was a mechanical rumble from his helms vox grill. Dina nodded and swung the cloak back over her shoulders, securing it with two clicks on her armor.
“Lead the way.” She said, setting her expression back to the Dark Mistress she portrayed among the mortals on the ship. No one knew where she would be going or what she would be doing. They’d guess, maybe she was off read the future before another attack or to burn yet another soul from the ships seemingly endless pool of slaves at the command of their lord. She stepped out from the protection of her chamber, the pair walked side by side, the terrifying mortal witch and her invincible near immortal protector.
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