[h1][centre]Ritske Siemger: The Whip of Gregori[/centre][/h1]

Ritske's heavy armour clanked against the floor of the battleship as she walked alone, the repainted XV25 causing crewmen and guards to turn their heads at the exotic gear in front of them. Her custom gun was attached to one arm, the chipped metal gleaming, and she decided to give the fusion blaster a spin, causing a guard to raise his lasgun at her. She blew him a kiss from behind the armour as she passed, and she saw the uniformed guy shaking his head, although she didn't care, grinning at the looks she was getting, happy to be the centre of attention again. One of her subtler tics was acting up, her hands quavering from stim withdrawal. She couldn't inject herself now, within the suit, but Gregori was fine with her subtle worship, so if she was the first there... 

The airlock hissed open, and she immediately found hellguns pointing at her, before Gregori told them to stand down. She held up her hands briefly to show that she didn't mean anything, before getting into a combat stance, the suit braced and the two arms ready to fire, before ejecting herself from the suit, the hissing as the airlocked armour acclimatised itself to her getting out filled the area. She bowed quickly to Gregori, more out of neccecity than anything else, before pulling out a stim injector, fiddling with one of the clearer vials that she held on her and loading it in, punching a nice clean hole in her arm again. She sighed lightly and leant back on the armour, clipping the stim injector back otno her belt, and waited, wondering who else had been arriving.

For most of the time she had been working for Gregori, she had been off fighting for him, spilling xenos and human blood alike and never really coming back to enjoy the niceties that the self-proclaimed lord surrounded himself in, however tempting that might be. She adjusted her secondary armour and started to check her weapons whilst she waited, the quivering in her hands dying down as the stims entered her system. The handcannons were clean, her knife similarly. Lightning pistol clean... Fuck it. She had too many guns to check if they were all clean. As long as they didn't blow up in her hands, shewould be fine, and she eagerly bobbed up and down as she waited to see if anyone else would come out of the woodworks.