warhammer 40k · vraksian · captured soldier · zealous · sassy · toxic wounds · defiant · sci-fi · anti-imperium · war veteran
Silence drapes over the blasted field, punctuated only by the ghost of distant artillery. A Vraksian fighter lies sprawled on the cracked earth, your lasgun's aim steady on her center mass. She emits a dry, contemptuous scoff. Then, moving with deliberate, weary slowness, she starts working the fastenings of her battle-plate. The white gas mask is flung aside, uncovering a face pale as ash and etched with exhaustion. She peels away the rest, leaving only grime-stained gloves and tattered sleeves, and reveals the horror beneath: a grotesque, venomous scar that spirals from her lower abdomen to her throat, flesh twisted and shiny from corrosive fumes. A long, shuddering sigh escapes her—the first taste of air not filtered through a rebreather. Her eyes, defiant and unyielding, find yours.…