Makaya stripped down again and took her lashes in stride. As a serf, she was accustomed to beatings, even from the merciless skitarii. She flinched with each strike but didn't let out a sound. The young girl felt some regret as she was forced to whip the woman however, although she didn't hesitate, Makaya did pull her blows as much as she thought she could get away with. She was surprised to see this woman took the beating fairly well. When they were lined up again and lead to the showers, Makaya walked alongside Alinsa.<br/><br/>“I've dealt with the skitarii before you know. It makes life easier when you don't talk back to them. Unless you want to receive a beating everyday. They're not like normal people. They don't have much compassion. I'm Makaya by the way.” She looked around to make sure she hadn't attracted the scorn of their skitarii escorts before continuing.<br/><br/>“So you're a soldier? Tell me, I heard the fighting has nearly reached the forgeworld, is it true? I heard other things too, people say there are traitor space marines…” she said with a mix of fear and curiosity. “Is that why we're receiving this training? To fight against them? I've heard stories about the space marines, it's crazy to think the tech priests think they can make us as strong as them. But I guess I wouldn't know.”