<span style="font-weight: bold">++973.M41++</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œBeware the Xenos who wear the<br/>face of man.â€</span><br/><br/><br/>The Imperium of Mankind, an empire of a million worlds the Imperium stretches across the galaxy. Ruled by the God-Emperor on his golden throne in the Imperial Palace, the Imperium have endured ten thousand years all thanks to his light that shines for Holy Terra. Besieged from all sides by heretics and alien and attacked from within by traitors and mutants, by his will do massive factory worlds called hives produce the endless supplies need for the fleets and armies of mankind to keep fighting for without his guides all mankind would fall to the Ruinous Powers of the Immaterium. Scintilla is one such Hive world the leading manufactory in the Calixis sector on the most northern fridge of the galaxy close to the untamed space of the Halo Stars. The dark teeming streets of Scintillaâ€™s underhive still contained the one year old scars of the most recent riot where a large group of mutants and mercenaries managed to fight their way to the upper levels of the hive were finally the planetary defence forces managed to stop them, but more then a thousand had been killed in the attack that was the official report from Adeptus Administratum the truth were more grim as the report only included nobles and wealthy Imperial citizens and nobody really knew the true numbers but rumours tool about millions. A tall cloaked figure move gracefully along these crowded streets without a single person bumping in to the figure as of the people along its path moved out of the way even with out noticing it them self. The figure barely stopped as it passed one of the many homeless in the underhive and a slender and beautiful hand appeared from under the cloak throwing an amount of Throne Gelt to the homeless, these unfortunates were all over the underhive people how are either to weak for a place in the Imperial society or just unlucky for being born on the bottom of it all but the future were never clear for any one. The choir that sang praise to the Emperor sounded over the noise of the crowd on the street as the cloaked figure passed the local shrine belonging to the Ecclesiarchy, it was hard to avoid the people that have gathered around the shrine as the Adepta Sororitas had joined in with the choir and there voices were clear as crystal in comparison with the underhivers that normally lead the hymn to the Emperor.<br/><br/>A loud gunshot were heard further down street from one of the underhives drinking holds, theses hold were hangouts for criminals and scum but also where the few legal citizens that lived in the underhive spent there few free hours from work. Another gunshot and a man came stumbling out of the door but did fall down to the ground dead halfway out, a large gaping hole were in his torso probably from a shotgun. With a graceful step did the figure step over the dead bleeding body without getting the cloak stained, the hold were as one would expect a hangout for the lower scum of the hive a large feral looking men were just reloading his shotgun from here he was sitting it appeared that the dead one and him had a disagreement or was it possible that ether of them were a bounty hunter most possible the dead one. As the figure entered the drinking hold from the crowded and damp streets it removed the hood on the cloak, long silver white hair unfolded as the figure did this and showed a beautiful face of a woman with alabaster skin and a strange tattoo under her left eye. It was hard for the patrons of the hold not to awe the almost unnatural beauty and grace of her as she moved. The owner of this hold, an old grizzled veteran of the Imperial Guard, raised an eye brow as she walked up to the counter and with a blank face simply sweeping her view over the people. The one she was seeking was here she knew it, all the strings of fate have lead her to this location.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œThe loyal servant learns to<br/>love the lash.â€</span>