A soldier. A sinner. All lijkorpsers are both, but few live to this age. To be a woman of few words who still holds a debt, yet the creditor is long gone, yet the shadow remains...
FORTRESS UNBARRED: Chemfire crackles like fat dripping into grill flames. Guerrakoak gas and corpse-stench settles at the bottom of a crater. Too-young same faces press themselves into mud and pray.
70311-87K: She does not reply for a long while. A second turns to ten and then-70311-87K: ”Service to the Emperor,” she breathes, and that's all.