How long has it been? A few years? Possibly. She stopped counting awhile back. Her arms shackled together to stop any acts of violence upon her new commanders she would soon meet and serve during this tour. The Bomb collar around her neck glowing with a steady blink showing that it was active and that if any sort signal from her superiors, and it would go off destroying her head and upper torso. For punishment or for a suicide attack it was up to them to decide. The modified Valkyrie for the arbites softly hummed casting a red light over the prisoner transport section. The only prisoner being her due to the fact that she had the habit of completely murdering her fellow penitents when it came to them sharing a room, her claws having ripped them to wet red ribbons. The ship was flying close to whatever hell she was soon to be thrown into to earn her repentance. The sound of artillery claps bleeding through the steel to show that it was indeed a active warzone, where she couldn't tell. She thinks of how she got her, and she feels her blood boil. That smug bastard's face. Her body torn on allowing the emperor to grant her freedom to join her family in their lasting peace. And the other half demanding blood and Callipho's head to be held in her hand as she ripped it from his body. Justice for her little ones. Justice for Matthew. Her breath hitched as she snarled. She couldn't die. not yet, the emperor had spared her for this, she was sure. To bring that bastard's head to him surely. "Give me strength my lord...." She grumbled as she rose to her feet as the ship lowered itself to land.