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stresskittenMade characters last night. Here is my character's back-story:
Leeta Sanker (geh2974a) was born in the lower levels of the Hive World Rekon. Her mother Balan worked as a processor at one of the laundry facilities in Viridan sector. Her father had never been around. With her mother working long hours, Leeta was essentially left to her own devices from a very young age. Home, alone, in a ghetto rife with gangs and violence.
Leeta was 10 when she was officially recruited by the Synthskin Raiders, the gang that controlled their pod. She started out muling for them, her small size, quick reflexes, and unthreatening mien making her easy for the shockers to overlook. Later, as her observational skills and understanding increased, she started specing for them.
The Synthskin Raiders were a pretty diverse group, and they were kind enough to the girl. They made sure she always had food to eat, and when her mother was killed on the long, dangerous commute back home, they made sure she had somewhere to flop. They made her family... and Leeta responded in kind.
One night, she was making a slam run for the gang to a pod that was pretty off the beaten track. She'd hopped to have some of their boombooms come with her, but there'd been too many shockers specing them recently, and she was better able to slip past them without the muscle. As she got closer to the pod, she was getting more nervous. The loglow was dimmed here and she felt herself jumping at shadows. Shaking herself, she put confidence in her steps and walked to the door. She knocked, and when the door opened, she almost fled. The eyes that looked at her were mad - she was in a freak-house. Swallowing her revulsion, she stepped inside to make the drop.
Leeta: Here's the slam. Where's the flash?
Doorkeeper: One minute... it must be retrieved.
Leeta shifted uneasily. The freak-boy was talking like a swish. Every instinct was telling her to get out, but she hadn't finished the drop, and it was a big one. The freak-boy smiled hungrily at her, and sat down.
Doorkeeper: Sit. She shouldn't be long.
Leeta perched on the edge of a chair and fingered the liqui-punch can in her pocket. One squirt from that and the freak-boy would be down for the count. She started to feel a little calmer.
A door further into the flop opened and a robed figure came through it, flanked by four of the largest boombooms Leeta had ever seen. The robed figure's eyebrows raised as she saw Leeta and she smiled.
Priestess: Everything aligns perfectly. One more obstacle overcome. She will do.
With those last words, Leeta was up and running for the door to the flop. The doorkeeper lunged towards her and received a squirt of liqui-punch between the eyes. Leeta jumped over his prone body and hauled at the flop's front door. It was brought up short by the doorkeeper's body, but enough of a gap was opened for Leeta to slide through. She was almost through when a massive hand closed around her arm, engulfing it from wrist to elbow. A second blast of liqui-punch had no effect and Leeta found herself pulled inexorably back into the flop.
Swearing and cursing and kicking and struggling, Leeta was dragged in front of the robed woman.
Priestess: Oh, do shut her up.
A massive hand clamped over Leeta's mouth. She bit down hard and tasted blood. The boomboom grunted but didn't remove the hand, and Leeta desperately closed her mouth and tried to spit out the blood. Who knew what kind of corruption these creatures carried?
Priestess: Bring her.
The boomboom tucked Leeta's slight frame under one arm and followed his mistress through the back door in the flop and down a flight of stairs into the bowels of the pod.
The stairs seemed to go down forever. The woman's steps were steady and measured and the boombooms followed her slow descent. At the bottom of the flight, it opened out into a large, pillared room. Leeta's darting eyes took in the flaring lanterns, the ring of freak-boys. the plascrete pillars, and finally rested with a sense of inevitability on the chains that were attached to the alter in the centre of the room. There was a sigh from the waiting freak-boys as the woman arrived. Two acolytes ran forward and took the bag containing the slam, rapidly dispensing it to the waiting cultists. Leeta shuddered, watching as the twinkle took effect on the first ones, their eyes glazing and their faces suffused with euphoria.
Leeta was dragged to the alter at the centre of the circle of freak-boys and bound across it. She shuddered as she watched the priestess take a dose of the twinkle, closing her eyes, her breathing quickening as it took effect.
The priestess straightened and extended her arms. Two acolytes hurried forward and took the robe that covered her. Underneath, she wore a loincloth that reached the floor, made of a material so dark that it seemed to suck all surrounding light into it. She was bare-chested but for a medallion of an 8-pointed star that hung between her breasts.
The priestess called out a word in a language Leeta didn't understand. It echoed into the hungry silence. The cultists chanted a reply in unison, their feet stamping out a rhythm on the hard plascrete floor. The priestess pulled out a curved, cruel-looking knife and cut down through Leeta's clothes, pulling them aside until Leeta lay nude on the alter. Leeta was hyperventilating by this point, silently, desperately, praying to the Most Holy Emperor that this violation of his will would somehow not happen.
The priestess called out another incomprehensible word and the cultists all drew knives themselves, slicing their forearms, letting the blood trickle down them, dripping from their fingers onto the floor. That would be the reason for the twinkle, noted the small piece of Leeta's mind that was not screaming in terror... twinkle dulls the perception of pain.
Leeta looked up at the priestess, who had cut two gashes on her chest, the blood trickling down over her breasts.
Leeta: Can... can I have some twinkle before you start?
Her voice was hoarse and bore more of her panic than she'd wanted.
Priestess: No child. Your pain will be a sacrament to Chaos. Your fear and blood and screams will feed the Warp and make our patrons strong.
With that, the priestess cut two gashes on the top of each of Leeta's shoulders. Leeta bit down on the scream of pain and fear that bubbled up inside her. She felt the hot, liquid warmth of blood flowing over her chilled skin and seeping underneath her, across the smooth surface of the alter. The priestess dipped her finger in Leeta's blood and used it to draw something on her forehead, then got down on the hands and knees and started drawing symbols in the combined blood of the participants on the plascrete floor.
Leeta stared upwards towards the arched roof with its flickering light and shadow, and started to pray aloud. Her hoarse, pained whisper echoed oddly through the room, the acoustics such that her prayer reached the ear of every cultist, just as her screams and whimpers were supposed to. A couple of them began to shift uneasily.
The priestess finished, got to her feet and walked over to Leeta's side, smiling condescendingly at her.
Priestess: Your dying god can't help you here, child. He can't hear the prayers of his children. Chaos grows too strong and all he can hear is the laughing whispers of the Warp as it grows stronger and stronger.
The priestess put her blade on Leeta's stomach and there was a searing pain as she drew the blade across the skin. Leeta's back arched involuntarily and a whimpering scream pushed its way past her gritted teeth. Again and again the blade was drawn across her skin and Leeta screamed again and again.
Light-headed from the pain, hyperventilation, and blood-loss, Leeta was only peripherally aware of the sound of blasters coming closer in the surrounding corridors. The priestess looked up from her work, and Leeta saw sudden panic in her eyes. The priestess slid the sticky knife into its holster and glared at the assembled cultists.
Priestess: Kill them. They would interrupt that which must be!
As the cultists formed up and headed for the disruption, the priestess motioned for her acolytes to follow her, turned, and ran in the opposite direction towards the stairs she had entered from.
As the shockers burst into the room, Leeta gathered enough strength to yell out "they're on twinkle" at the top of her lungs before she slipped into a state of semi-consciousness full of pain and gunfire.
******* Silence. Leeta examined the swirling colours behind her eyelids that flared and pulsed with each heartbeat. She tried to open her eyelids as sounds filtered through her... the clink of metal on plascrete... boots in the distance... the sound of cloth rustling as someone moved close by. Her eyes stayed closed, however, disobedient to her will.
*Well?*
*We got almost all of them, sir. Except the leader and one or two of their underlings who fled before we arrived, all the other cultists have been terminated.*
*You weren't able to keep a few for questioning?*
*I'm sorry, sir. We did try, but they were on twinkle. They don't stop until you put them down on that shit. The ones we managed to down without having killed to do so, bled out before we finished cleaning up. Praise be to the Emperor the girl warned us about the twinkle... we'd have lost most of the squad if we hadn't known.*
*What of the girl?*
*Some ganger, from the tatoos.*
*She will live sir.* The new voice carried a clipped precision to it. *The wounds are superficial, though painful. And she has lost a great deal of blood. But she will recover.*
*I need to talk to her. Have her conscious and coherent by the 5th hour.*
*Easily, sir.*
Footsteps, fading away. Then movement close by. A hand reached out and touched her arm. She flinched at the touch.
*Shhh... sleep now. It is not me you should fear.*
Cold metal on the side of her neck, then the hiss of a hypospray, then darkness.*******
Leeta opened her eyes. She was sitting propped up in a bed in a sterile room. The walls were white. The floor was white. The bed was white. The ceiling glowed white, providing illumination. She looked down at herself. She was wearing a paper gown, tied at the neck.
Still foggy from the sedative, she pulled aside the gown and looked down at her stomach. An overwhelming wave of nausea swept over her, and she rolled out of the bed, ignoring the stabbing pain this caused, and retched into the garbage can beside it. Tears came then, and she screamed and gagged and started to shake uncontrollably.
The door to the room burst open, and she was lifted up and onto the bed. There was the hiss of another hypospray, and her panicked gasping eased a little. Hands firmly, but not unkindly, pushed her back into bed, and a clipped, precise voice sounded from the doorway.
Healer: I do hope you haven't undone all my hard work.
The man took her hands and squeezed them.
Healer: You are alive. You survived. You will, thanks to Inquisitor Wisencour, make a full recovery. The wounds are not as bad as they look.
Leeta: It's not... it's not how they look. I mean, I've been cut before, I know what that looks like, and I can see you've fixed up a whole lot of it. But... but...
Leeta pulled aside the gown again and looked down at the livid symbol of Chaos that occupied most of her stomach.
Leeta: I've been marked by Chaos now. Even with what you did, this will scar.
Healer: True. But look at it this way; Chaos tried to destroy you, but the Emperor saved you. It was not your time to die. He has granted you more time. More life.
Leeta looked at him, then nodded. A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Leeta: He heard me. The slag was lying.
She settled back a little on the bed and looked around.
Leeta: Where am I? And can I get real clothes?
Healer: You are in Wing 5 of the LEO building in Scarline Sector. And we're getting you some clothing right now. You regained consciousness a little more quickly than I anticipated. Inquisitor Wisencour will be here to talk to you in a quarter of an hour.
Leeta blinked. If she ever got back to her pod, what a story she was going to have to tell! Scarline Sector! In a LEO building! An Inquisitor! She shook her head, wondering if she'd ever see the Raiders again. This place was crawling with shockers... how'd she ever get out?
The rest of the day was something of a blur. The Inquisitor asked her many questions, only some of which she was able to answer. Then a whole lot of people came by and asked her more questions, poking and prodding her. She had more blood taken and tested, and a sanctioned psycher came in and stared at her for a while, making her shudder and feel exceptionally uncomfortable. In the end, it was decided that she was safe to be released and that she hadn't been corrupted by the rituals performed around her. A pair of shockers escorted her back to Hylan Sector, where her pod was located, complaining the entire way about having to babysit a ganger.
Home, she had to go over the whole story many times. Eventually, though, everyone had heard it and Leeta was allowed to lie in peace on her mattress, staring up at the ceiling and trying to get some sleep. But sleep would not come, and eventually she figured out why.
She owed the Emperor, and Inquisitor Wisencour, a blood-debt. Without them, she would be dead. She needed to find some way to help repay that, acknowledge that. Feeling a little more settled, she drifted into a troubled sleep.
She awoke with the priestess' face floating behind her eyes, and a knowledge of how she could help. The priestess had escaped. If she could find out where the priestess was, and who she was, that would allow the Inquisitor to finish this assignment. Wincing as her movement twinged the rapidly-healing knife-wounds, she pulled on clothing and headed out for the pod where things had gone so horribly wrong. Carefully, she scouted around. Using her friendliness and ability to get along with people to full effect, she carefully teased out the information she was looking for. It led her across the sector to an area much higher up, but even there, she was able to find others of her class, running errands, cleaning floors, washing windows. They told her what she needed to know, and after several days of patient questioning and helping hands, she found herself across from the building where the priestess apparently lived. She busied herself with a broom, looking for all the world like one of the street-sweepers that the swish ignored, and saw the woman exit the building on her way to work. On seeing her, Leeta's heart rate increased drastically, and she had to sit down to get herself under control. A patrolling shocker, seeing her sitting down on a bench, came over to harry her off. Rather than argue with him, Leeta moved on and started on the long, difficult trek to Scarline Sector.
When she reached Scarline Sector, she walked up to the first shocker she saw and threw a punch at him. His shock-baton came down heavily across her shoulders, and she collapsed, her muscles twitching. She was picked up, thrown into the vehicle, and driven to the lockup. There, she managed to talk the duty-sergeant into sending a message to the Healer in Wing 5 that she had been treated by. The Healer sent an orderly down to retrieve her, and before long she found herself once again across from Inquisitor Wisencour.
A long interview later, the Inquisitor sent out a force to apprehend the woman. When she was detained, and examined, she was indeed found to be corrupted. Her immediate execution upon the discovery allowed Leeta a sigh of relief. She asked the Inquisitor what she should do if she ever ran across freak-boy activity again, and he, smiling a little, gave her a series of steps to take to make sure the information was received.
Over the next several years, she passed on more than one instance of freak-boy activity. Then, one day, two shockers stopped her as she was walking down the street, ordered her into the vehicle, and drove her up to Scarline Sector. Once again, she was across from the Inquisitor.
He found himself requiring someone with the skills at information gathering that she appeared to possess. Was she interested in helping him? She looked at him for a moment, then shrugged.
Leeta: I owe you, and the Emperor, a blood-debt. However I can help you, I will.
Leeta Sanker (geh2974a) was born in the lower levels of the Hive World Rekon. Her mother Balan worked as a processor at one of the laundry facilities in Viridan sector. Her father had never been around. With her mother working long hours, Leeta was essentially left to her own devices from a very young age. Home, alone, in a ghetto rife with gangs and violence.
Leeta was 10 when she was officially recruited by the Synthskin Raiders, the gang that controlled their pod. She started out muling for them, her small size, quick reflexes, and unthreatening mien making her easy for the shockers to overlook. Later, as her observational skills and understanding increased, she started specing for them.
The Synthskin Raiders were a pretty diverse group, and they were kind enough to the girl. They made sure she always had food to eat, and when her mother was killed on the long, dangerous commute back home, they made sure she had somewhere to flop. They made her family... and Leeta responded in kind.
One night, she was making a slam run for the gang to a pod that was pretty off the beaten track. She'd hopped to have some of their boombooms come with her, but there'd been too many shockers specing them recently, and she was better able to slip past them without the muscle. As she got closer to the pod, she was getting more nervous. The loglow was dimmed here and she felt herself jumping at shadows. Shaking herself, she put confidence in her steps and walked to the door. She knocked, and when the door opened, she almost fled. The eyes that looked at her were mad - she was in a freak-house. Swallowing her revulsion, she stepped inside to make the drop.
Leeta: Here's the slam. Where's the flash?
Doorkeeper: One minute... it must be retrieved.
Leeta shifted uneasily. The freak-boy was talking like a swish. Every instinct was telling her to get out, but she hadn't finished the drop, and it was a big one. The freak-boy smiled hungrily at her, and sat down.
Doorkeeper: Sit. She shouldn't be long.
Leeta perched on the edge of a chair and fingered the liqui-punch can in her pocket. One squirt from that and the freak-boy would be down for the count. She started to feel a little calmer.
A door further into the flop opened and a robed figure came through it, flanked by four of the largest boombooms Leeta had ever seen. The robed figure's eyebrows raised as she saw Leeta and she smiled.
Priestess: Everything aligns perfectly. One more obstacle overcome. She will do.
With those last words, Leeta was up and running for the door to the flop. The doorkeeper lunged towards her and received a squirt of liqui-punch between the eyes. Leeta jumped over his prone body and hauled at the flop's front door. It was brought up short by the doorkeeper's body, but enough of a gap was opened for Leeta to slide through. She was almost through when a massive hand closed around her arm, engulfing it from wrist to elbow. A second blast of liqui-punch had no effect and Leeta found herself pulled inexorably back into the flop.
Swearing and cursing and kicking and struggling, Leeta was dragged in front of the robed woman.
Priestess: Oh, do shut her up.
A massive hand clamped over Leeta's mouth. She bit down hard and tasted blood. The boomboom grunted but didn't remove the hand, and Leeta desperately closed her mouth and tried to spit out the blood. Who knew what kind of corruption these creatures carried?
Priestess: Bring her.
The boomboom tucked Leeta's slight frame under one arm and followed his mistress through the back door in the flop and down a flight of stairs into the bowels of the pod.
The stairs seemed to go down forever. The woman's steps were steady and measured and the boombooms followed her slow descent. At the bottom of the flight, it opened out into a large, pillared room. Leeta's darting eyes took in the flaring lanterns, the ring of freak-boys. the plascrete pillars, and finally rested with a sense of inevitability on the chains that were attached to the alter in the centre of the room. There was a sigh from the waiting freak-boys as the woman arrived. Two acolytes ran forward and took the bag containing the slam, rapidly dispensing it to the waiting cultists. Leeta shuddered, watching as the twinkle took effect on the first ones, their eyes glazing and their faces suffused with euphoria.
Leeta was dragged to the alter at the centre of the circle of freak-boys and bound across it. She shuddered as she watched the priestess take a dose of the twinkle, closing her eyes, her breathing quickening as it took effect.
The priestess straightened and extended her arms. Two acolytes hurried forward and took the robe that covered her. Underneath, she wore a loincloth that reached the floor, made of a material so dark that it seemed to suck all surrounding light into it. She was bare-chested but for a medallion of an 8-pointed star that hung between her breasts.
The priestess called out a word in a language Leeta didn't understand. It echoed into the hungry silence. The cultists chanted a reply in unison, their feet stamping out a rhythm on the hard plascrete floor. The priestess pulled out a curved, cruel-looking knife and cut down through Leeta's clothes, pulling them aside until Leeta lay nude on the alter. Leeta was hyperventilating by this point, silently, desperately, praying to the Most Holy Emperor that this violation of his will would somehow not happen.
The priestess called out another incomprehensible word and the cultists all drew knives themselves, slicing their forearms, letting the blood trickle down them, dripping from their fingers onto the floor. That would be the reason for the twinkle, noted the small piece of Leeta's mind that was not screaming in terror... twinkle dulls the perception of pain.
Leeta looked up at the priestess, who had cut two gashes on her chest, the blood trickling down over her breasts.
Leeta: Can... can I have some twinkle before you start?
Her voice was hoarse and bore more of her panic than she'd wanted.
Priestess: No child. Your pain will be a sacrament to Chaos. Your fear and blood and screams will feed the Warp and make our patrons strong.
With that, the priestess cut two gashes on the top of each of Leeta's shoulders. Leeta bit down on the scream of pain and fear that bubbled up inside her. She felt the hot, liquid warmth of blood flowing over her chilled skin and seeping underneath her, across the smooth surface of the alter. The priestess dipped her finger in Leeta's blood and used it to draw something on her forehead, then got down on the hands and knees and started drawing symbols in the combined blood of the participants on the plascrete floor.
Leeta stared upwards towards the arched roof with its flickering light and shadow, and started to pray aloud. Her hoarse, pained whisper echoed oddly through the room, the acoustics such that her prayer reached the ear of every cultist, just as her screams and whimpers were supposed to. A couple of them began to shift uneasily.
The priestess finished, got to her feet and walked over to Leeta's side, smiling condescendingly at her.
Priestess: Your dying god can't help you here, child. He can't hear the prayers of his children. Chaos grows too strong and all he can hear is the laughing whispers of the Warp as it grows stronger and stronger.
The priestess put her blade on Leeta's stomach and there was a searing pain as she drew the blade across the skin. Leeta's back arched involuntarily and a whimpering scream pushed its way past her gritted teeth. Again and again the blade was drawn across her skin and Leeta screamed again and again.
Light-headed from the pain, hyperventilation, and blood-loss, Leeta was only peripherally aware of the sound of blasters coming closer in the surrounding corridors. The priestess looked up from her work, and Leeta saw sudden panic in her eyes. The priestess slid the sticky knife into its holster and glared at the assembled cultists.
Priestess: Kill them. They would interrupt that which must be!
As the cultists formed up and headed for the disruption, the priestess motioned for her acolytes to follow her, turned, and ran in the opposite direction towards the stairs she had entered from.
As the shockers burst into the room, Leeta gathered enough strength to yell out "they're on twinkle" at the top of her lungs before she slipped into a state of semi-consciousness full of pain and gunfire.
******* Silence. Leeta examined the swirling colours behind her eyelids that flared and pulsed with each heartbeat. She tried to open her eyelids as sounds filtered through her... the clink of metal on plascrete... boots in the distance... the sound of cloth rustling as someone moved close by. Her eyes stayed closed, however, disobedient to her will.
*Well?*
*We got almost all of them, sir. Except the leader and one or two of their underlings who fled before we arrived, all the other cultists have been terminated.*
*You weren't able to keep a few for questioning?*
*I'm sorry, sir. We did try, but they were on twinkle. They don't stop until you put them down on that shit. The ones we managed to down without having killed to do so, bled out before we finished cleaning up. Praise be to the Emperor the girl warned us about the twinkle... we'd have lost most of the squad if we hadn't known.*
*What of the girl?*
*Some ganger, from the tatoos.*
*She will live sir.* The new voice carried a clipped precision to it. *The wounds are superficial, though painful. And she has lost a great deal of blood. But she will recover.*
*I need to talk to her. Have her conscious and coherent by the 5th hour.*
*Easily, sir.*
Footsteps, fading away. Then movement close by. A hand reached out and touched her arm. She flinched at the touch.
*Shhh... sleep now. It is not me you should fear.*
Cold metal on the side of her neck, then the hiss of a hypospray, then darkness.*******
Leeta opened her eyes. She was sitting propped up in a bed in a sterile room. The walls were white. The floor was white. The bed was white. The ceiling glowed white, providing illumination. She looked down at herself. She was wearing a paper gown, tied at the neck.
Still foggy from the sedative, she pulled aside the gown and looked down at her stomach. An overwhelming wave of nausea swept over her, and she rolled out of the bed, ignoring the stabbing pain this caused, and retched into the garbage can beside it. Tears came then, and she screamed and gagged and started to shake uncontrollably.
The door to the room burst open, and she was lifted up and onto the bed. There was the hiss of another hypospray, and her panicked gasping eased a little. Hands firmly, but not unkindly, pushed her back into bed, and a clipped, precise voice sounded from the doorway.
Healer: I do hope you haven't undone all my hard work.
The man took her hands and squeezed them.
Healer: You are alive. You survived. You will, thanks to Inquisitor Wisencour, make a full recovery. The wounds are not as bad as they look.
Leeta: It's not... it's not how they look. I mean, I've been cut before, I know what that looks like, and I can see you've fixed up a whole lot of it. But... but...
Leeta pulled aside the gown again and looked down at the livid symbol of Chaos that occupied most of her stomach.
Leeta: I've been marked by Chaos now. Even with what you did, this will scar.
Healer: True. But look at it this way; Chaos tried to destroy you, but the Emperor saved you. It was not your time to die. He has granted you more time. More life.
Leeta looked at him, then nodded. A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Leeta: He heard me. The slag was lying.
She settled back a little on the bed and looked around.
Leeta: Where am I? And can I get real clothes?
Healer: You are in Wing 5 of the LEO building in Scarline Sector. And we're getting you some clothing right now. You regained consciousness a little more quickly than I anticipated. Inquisitor Wisencour will be here to talk to you in a quarter of an hour.
Leeta blinked. If she ever got back to her pod, what a story she was going to have to tell! Scarline Sector! In a LEO building! An Inquisitor! She shook her head, wondering if she'd ever see the Raiders again. This place was crawling with shockers... how'd she ever get out?
The rest of the day was something of a blur. The Inquisitor asked her many questions, only some of which she was able to answer. Then a whole lot of people came by and asked her more questions, poking and prodding her. She had more blood taken and tested, and a sanctioned psycher came in and stared at her for a while, making her shudder and feel exceptionally uncomfortable. In the end, it was decided that she was safe to be released and that she hadn't been corrupted by the rituals performed around her. A pair of shockers escorted her back to Hylan Sector, where her pod was located, complaining the entire way about having to babysit a ganger.
Home, she had to go over the whole story many times. Eventually, though, everyone had heard it and Leeta was allowed to lie in peace on her mattress, staring up at the ceiling and trying to get some sleep. But sleep would not come, and eventually she figured out why.
She owed the Emperor, and Inquisitor Wisencour, a blood-debt. Without them, she would be dead. She needed to find some way to help repay that, acknowledge that. Feeling a little more settled, she drifted into a troubled sleep.
She awoke with the priestess' face floating behind her eyes, and a knowledge of how she could help. The priestess had escaped. If she could find out where the priestess was, and who she was, that would allow the Inquisitor to finish this assignment. Wincing as her movement twinged the rapidly-healing knife-wounds, she pulled on clothing and headed out for the pod where things had gone so horribly wrong. Carefully, she scouted around. Using her friendliness and ability to get along with people to full effect, she carefully teased out the information she was looking for. It led her across the sector to an area much higher up, but even there, she was able to find others of her class, running errands, cleaning floors, washing windows. They told her what she needed to know, and after several days of patient questioning and helping hands, she found herself across from the building where the priestess apparently lived. She busied herself with a broom, looking for all the world like one of the street-sweepers that the swish ignored, and saw the woman exit the building on her way to work. On seeing her, Leeta's heart rate increased drastically, and she had to sit down to get herself under control. A patrolling shocker, seeing her sitting down on a bench, came over to harry her off. Rather than argue with him, Leeta moved on and started on the long, difficult trek to Scarline Sector.
When she reached Scarline Sector, she walked up to the first shocker she saw and threw a punch at him. His shock-baton came down heavily across her shoulders, and she collapsed, her muscles twitching. She was picked up, thrown into the vehicle, and driven to the lockup. There, she managed to talk the duty-sergeant into sending a message to the Healer in Wing 5 that she had been treated by. The Healer sent an orderly down to retrieve her, and before long she found herself once again across from Inquisitor Wisencour.
A long interview later, the Inquisitor sent out a force to apprehend the woman. When she was detained, and examined, she was indeed found to be corrupted. Her immediate execution upon the discovery allowed Leeta a sigh of relief. She asked the Inquisitor what she should do if she ever ran across freak-boy activity again, and he, smiling a little, gave her a series of steps to take to make sure the information was received.
Over the next several years, she passed on more than one instance of freak-boy activity. Then, one day, two shockers stopped her as she was walking down the street, ordered her into the vehicle, and drove her up to Scarline Sector. Once again, she was across from the Inquisitor.
He found himself requiring someone with the skills at information gathering that she appeared to possess. Was she interested in helping him? She looked at him for a moment, then shrugged.
Leeta: I owe you, and the Emperor, a blood-debt. However I can help you, I will.
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Date: 2008-02-24 10:26 pm (UTC)Sounds like it'll be a cool game! I recently started a WHFRP campaign, myself.
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