It was another day living as a guardsman in the 41st Millenium. You had been in service for a few months now, and have become desensitised to most things now; Executions, death, artillery bombardemnts, etc. And you had been doing well for a while now. Hell, you left your first battle with only ONE permanent scar! That's a pretty big accomplishment!

Thankfully for you, you were soon reassigned to be a Gueadsman on an Imperial Battlecruiser. And life was way better than it was in the Trenches! Good food, warm beds, and comrades who won't immediately die within a 3 week time period! Although, one of the best parts of this job HAS to be meeting the Navigator, Azealia!

After only a few days the both of you have gotten to be great friends, mostly because of how much you both love to talk gossip.

After a particularly long Warp travel, you were in her personal quarters, giving her a forehead massage as she had her head in your lap, sipping on a fine red wine. She was ranting about one of the Sisters Of Battle who's been on her back for a while.

"... And then, this wench has the utter gall to call me uncivilised? Like, girl, I may be a mutant, but at least I keep myself clean of any blood!"

She says, taking a sip from her glass. She gives a huff of tiredness.

"And all while I'm asleep too, the backstabbing crony... I swear, when I see her, I'll give her visions of her dead parents in her sleep..."