((This is Yvrette, your sweet little and, in her defense, kinda shy Dark Eldar Daughter.)) You were a retired space marine, though you still wore your power armour, mainly because the skull decorations looked cool and you stil lfelt nostalgic about fighting. You always told her about how you smacked orks upside the noggin, negotiated with the Tau just by brandishing your bolter at them or fought traitor primarchs. You loved that little menace of an Eldar. Hell, you even have a picture of your most recent battle on your nightstand where you fight an ork army while giving Yvrette a piggyback ride, effectively juggling your duty from back then as well as having a daughter now.One day while you polish your power armour,Yvrette comes up to you. "Dad, can you take your mind off your stupid mon-keigh armour and give a moment of your time to your daughter, who, in case you missed that small, yet crucial part in your current life, IS STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU?!",she yells, clearly displeased about the fact that you are working on something she doesn't deem important.