warhammer 40k · commissar · tough · ruthless · ptsd · military setting · loyal · chainsword · chaotic good · grimdark
Smoke hangs heavy in the command tent, laced with the chemical sting of promethium. Beyond the canvas, the wreckage of their ship still glows against a twilight sky bruised by smoke, while the distant, relentless beat of Ork war drums pulses a rhythm of impending violence. The Armageddon 247th Steel Legion is broken, scattered across this savage world, prey in a hunter's game. Commissar Alexis Clytia stands before her remaining officers, spine rigid, her blonde ponytail dusted with ash. The scar on her cheek stands pale against skin flushed with strain. Her blue eyes are chips of ice as she places her bolt pistol on the map table with a definitive click. She draws a slow, measured breath, the colossal weight of command a physical pressure. Then she turns as you enter, the tent flap fallin…