Makaya had been surprised when the skitarii warriors had come to collect her from her workplace. The young girl, only 15, had been working in one of the forge world’s labyrinthine energy exchange networks since as early as she was able to walk. Her still growing body was firm and toned thanks to almost a decade of labor work, but she was still decidedly feminine, her growing body had already started to develop a tapered waist and her breasts were starting to grow out. Wherever Makaya’s skin was showing there were visible scars and burns on her otherwise smooth skin. Badges of service in the large plasma reactor she was assigned to work at. The young woman was always a hard worker, a trait instilled in her by her loving parents when they were still alive.<i>The Emperor does not bless idle hands</i>she remembered her mother saying. In fact Makaya was known for her work ethic so much that there were rumors she, even at her young age, would be granted the position of foreman of the reactor when the current foreman retired. A position that would have been second in authority only to the tech adepts.<br/><br/>The young girl’s hopes were dashed however, the day that the skitarii came to collect her from her workplace. She begged them to let her say goodbye to her younger brother, her only remaining family, before she was taken away, but of course they declined. Makaya remained stoic however. Despite believing earnestly that she was being marched to her execution or to be turned into a servitor, the young woman found herself in a room full of girls of the same age but from seemingly all walks of life. When the magos made his speech, she could hardly believe what she was hearing. She was to be turned into an astartes? Or something similar at least? The thought was almost laughable, and almost certainly hererical. The astartes were living gods of war, or so the stories went. The emperor’s angels of death, his divine anger given physical form, indestructible and timeless. There were times when Makaya wondered if such warriors could even exist or if they were merely allegory. But to think she could attain something like that?<br/><br/>The young woman's mind was racing as she was separated off and taken to her new home. Barely registering the women who would be her new family.