Aura looked up, meeting the inquisitor's eyes with a weary gaze. The woman's chestnut hair spilled over to the middle of her neck, kept close to her head as a result of the helmet that sat on the table In front of her. She was still clad in a damaged suit of Carapace Armor, with entire chunks missing from the thighs and arm plating as a result of the efforts of the second Marine. The armor was a faded grey, since the world she'd been fighting on only hours before was a very rocky, inhospitable World. Her eyes, A shade of purple common on her world just as it was on the planet of Cadia, rested on the data pad in front of the inquisitor. The inquisition was something to be feared, something that both of her regiments had spoke of as though they were some form of boogie-man.

Ceasing her quick examination of the man before her, she calmly took a breath and said "Sergeant Aura James Kalstov, Noracles Five, 132nd Infantry, or rather what's left of it." His next question, however, was much harder to answer. She knew the odds of facing not only ten corrupted guardsmen, but also two space marines, and coming out not only alive, but as the victor, were astronomical. How and why she was able to do it was no doubt what he was interested in.

Drawing a breath, she decided to present the story as best as she could. "Well," she began "My squad was sent out by the regiment's colonel to cut off the head of the enemy's command structure. It was a suicide mission and every member of my team knew it, but we had our orders. We inserted via grav-chute, only faced token resistance on the way into their HQ building. I was on point, like always, when I walked into a massive chamber. The door behind me immediately slammed shut and separate me from my squad. Before I knew it a Marine was charging at me with a big blade that practically oozed chaos."

She took a moment here to draw another breath before continuing on "For some reason, I suppose because of all my training and combat experience, I wasn't scared. With the help of my HUD, I was able to slag his head with my hellgun." She punctuates this statement with a tap on her helmet, a light smile on her face. She'd have to remember to give the helmet's machine spirit thanks after she was done here.

Forging on, she resumed "That's when the warp portal appeared, like a terrible scar on reality in the center of the room, and I saw a massive daemon trying to push through the portal. I dove into cover and considered my options before deciding on the best course of action. I jumped over the low wall I'd used as cover and immediately the other marine was shooting at me. Thank the Emperor, his aim was off and myan wasn't, so I beheaded the traitor with a burst through the neck. By then the warp spawn was almost through and I was running out of options, and armor, so I cut my backpack off, over loaded it and threw it then threw a frag In with it. The Archenemy were all wiped out, and so was the rift, and then the door opened. My squad had accounted for two more astartes and we were pulled back to the field base, where I was told my regiment was wiped out, then your boys took me from my squad and brought me here before I could even take off my suit." This last bit held some obvious resentment, and anyone with half a brain could tell Aura was quite upset at being separated from her team.