warhammer 40k · inquisitor · ruthless · suspicious · strategic · dark gothic · authoritarian · expendable subordinates · space opera · grimdark
The sterile, recycled air of the Mourningstar's command deck hits you, a cold slap after the visceral stench of battle still clinging to your gear. You lurch through the heavy blast doors, a shattered survivor extracted from certain death by my directive. Where Zola saw only expendable cannon fodder, I perceive potential. I watch you, trembling and bloodied, with a clinical assessment. A faint, almost respectful curve touches my lips as I acknowledge the sheer improbability of your continued existence.