Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20150412000734/@comment-10777613-20150422210644

Fetrina walks through the gastly scene without any form of acknowledgement. Their were much worse fates than this... at least they had died for a purpose, and quickly by the look of it...

Then she recieved the 'message'. Immediately her knees gave way as she she screamed out, craddling her head in her hands, the pain shooting through her like a searing flame. When the astropath left her mind, she was panting heavily, sweat dripping from her brow as she composed herself.

She never did have 'good' reactions when her mind was touched by another...

"Bloody astropath... warpspawned trash of..."

She had almost several million insults flying into her head at that decriped piece of warp...

She stopped, silencing her mind. She buried her anger deep like she always did, just like mother taught her...

When she finally calmed down, she stood up, drawing her Force sword. Turning to her guards who had rushed to her side when she fell;

"While the warning is a bit late, at least we know our dear captain is still alive... the fool, coming down here with only a priest and an astropath what the bloody warp was he thinking..."

She shook her head, trailing off now would just serve to distract them.

"Our objective is unchanged." she announced. "But for now... I believe 'shoot first, ask questions later' may prove to better option here."

With that, the armsmen turned their on their luminators, as Fetrina tries to feel through the warp for anything nearby...