"[i][color=a187be]I should have known better than to think this team of space-cowboys would ever turn down the chance to ever go on a highly-dangerous up-close mission with one of the most brutish xeno races in the galaxy! I'm surrounded by martyrs![/color][/i]"

There was no secret throughout the rest of the briefing that Adrianne's purple eyes remained on the lone Krieger of the group, Ansgar, the psyker's current looming stare of accusation dark enough to almost match that of the most haughty imperial magistrate and judge!

It was the kind of stare that from a Psyker could realistically make one worry that one's next future thirteen generations might be cursed!

It wasn't until that the briefing was over that Adrianne followed the rest of the group to the vehicle bay, the grumpy look on the Psyker's face only fading for a moment she briefly stepped beneath a broken and running water pipe on the way to catch a quick shower; but the grumpy expression would return just as quickly as she stepped back with the group.

As they passed through the vehicle bay, a hope briefly flared in the Psyker's heart as she saw the large, looming figure of an Imperial Guard Leman Russ tank sitting between a set of floodlights!

Or, more specifically, it was an 'Exterminator' class Leman Russ tank, featuring a set of Twin-Autocannons fixed to the turret in order to give the tank maximum killing power, and the ability to chew through entire building blocks like a shredder against a particularly vulnerable piece of cheese! It was a wicked piece of weaponry, and a favorite birthday gift to any Emperor-loving murderous psychopath!

Alas... 

... as they stepped out into the storm on the outside, Adrianne let out a disheartened sigh as she realized she would not get to pilot a vehicle of death anytime soon, and she put on her skull helmet with a click.

[b]*SIGH*[/b]