The Barbed Hook

Soldier1:.....I'm going to *throws off helmet and bends over, vomiting at all the blood. in doing so she reveals her face from under the mask, along with her shoulder length brown hair
Soldier2: for perturabo's sake Lyanna *hands over the medkit*

"Not a fan of blood?"

*He takes it and begins to clean the inside of the helmet*

Lyanna: *coughs* not that much inn one go

"You might be in the wrong career"

"Its why I use a lasgun and not a power axe"

"You don't know what they can do"

"I've used it, dont worry"

*He tears a clean part off and passes it to her*

"Clean yourself up"

"thanks" she does so
Soldier: so who are you then? what's your name?

Ragnars dtorm cannon wirs to ready as he targets the movement

the movement halts

"Lucius Greyden"

"Lt lyanna. 501st Seleucid Thorakite, Servant of Warsmith Djurah"
"Private Anders, same regiment"

"A pleasure"
*He drops the bandages and puts the helmet back on*

Lyanna also puts hers back on

"Are you two gonna take me in or do I get to wander to wander around a foreign by myself?"

Lyanna: come on then
Anders: I'll call it in

"Lead the way"

they start walking. Anders starts talking on the vox

*He follows*

Lyana:....look....can I ask you something?

"Go for it"

"Where are you from?"

"I don't actually know"

"You....said ten thousand years"

"I was on my flagship, orbiting the planet Praetoria in hopes of hiring a few regiments for my fleet. Unfortunately my sister is allergic to something I brought back from my meeting down there and managed to open up a portal in the loading bay. Causing me to get dragged rather painfully into a realm of pure mind fuckery"

".....Iron lord protect us"

"I really should be dead"

she nods
"You lucky sod"

"That's debatable, there's a fair chance I will never see my sister and crew again"

"I...know that feeling"

"You were forced into being a soldier?"

"no."

"What makes you know that feeling?"

"I'd....rather not talk about it *sighs*"
Anders notices the topic of conversation and pats her on the back, but she shrugs it off

Ragnar: YOU HAVE 2 SECONDS

*no response*

Ragnar opens fire on the area scanning for targets

Centurion: ragnar wat the hell are you doing?

"As you wish"

Anders: heads up.
*a squad of iron warriors marines is marching down the street. the 2 freeze and salute*

*He stops and crosses his arms*

she elbows him
"Salute"

"I'm not under their employ"

"Dya wanna keep breathing?"

Ragnar: MOVEMENT WAS DECTED WARNING WAS GIVIN

"movement?"

Ragnar: MOVEMENT

"I'm not saluting, if they have a problem let them complain"

Centurion: where?

Lyanna: for perturabo's sake do it!! *She's quite urgent*

"For fucks sake"
*He salutes*