[hider=Tempestus Scions] [b]Faction Name:[/b] Tempestus Scions [b]Force Name:[/b] Strike Force Lambda of the 11th Yunnalin Raptors [b]Leader Name:[/b] Isadora Ingran [b]Leader Bio:[/b] Ingran hadn't been lucky enough to join the Progenium when she was an infant. She was nearly ten when she learned about the death of her parents from the same man who was dragging her off to the Schola. The specifics of their deaths and any last words were superfluous details no one saw fit to provide. All that mattered was that they had been veterans of the Guard who had served with distinction on a number of worlds, and she was going to continue their legacy of obedience. The Schola Progenium was a sharp contrast from the home she had once known, her room more of a cell than living quarters and the staff more prison guards than caretakers. It was in the Schola that the whelp learned that there was little difference between education and physical punishment. The Drill Abbots made sure she learned High Gothic as they barked orders, knocking her about with each misunderstood direction. It was the same way they taught her the tenets of the Imperial Creed and proper weapon maintenance and the seemingly thousands of little things that had to be done perfectly if she wanted to eat that night. A nasty existence for a child, but one so stritcly regimented that there was almost no time to think about it. By the end of her first year she had more or less adjusted. The body and mind could only be broken so many times before it became routine, cracked ribs and crushed spirit a better outcome than what some of her peers experienced. Isadora was learning to duck when others froze up and got hit by stray Autogun rounds, to field strip and put back together all manner of weapons before the Abbot on duty kicked her in the ribs for being too slow. Without realizing it she was adapting to her surroundings, becoming used to both intense violence and study in equal measure. No day was ever easy but neither did she wake up each morning expecting not to come back to bed alive. By fifteen Isadora was ready for almost challenge that could have been thrown her way. But the one thing she would never have been able to was the Correction Throne. The feeling of the needle jutting through her skull was one that would stay with her for the rest of her life as was the sensation of the dirus chemical coursing through her brain. Nearly every memory of her previous life was erased, scraped from her mind and replaced with unflinching loyalty to the Imperium. As time passed it became clear that Ingran's talent were more in the field than in the Administratum or a convent somewhere, the student transferred into the Ordo Tempestus's advanced training. It was there that she learned the skills that would set her apart from the rank and file Militarum that her mostly forgotten parents had been part of. Orbital insertion, sabotage, long-range reconnaissance, and more were drilled to the point of perfection, Ingran and her fellow Scions being honed into knives designed to pierce the weak spots of any enemy. Upon graduation she was inducted into the 11th Yunnalin Raptors, her first battlefield operation against a force of orks that had sprouted up on an agri-world. After a decade of some of the most intense training mankind had conceived the heat of battle felt just like home. Each mission she undertook was a chance to do what she was best at, purging xeno and heretic alike across dozens of planets. As her unit lost troops and her service record grew Isadora naturally progressed through the ranks. The bloody fight against Dark Eldar raiders on a frozen death world that had cost her a finger was the same one that saw her reach the rank of Tempestor, and the raid against a den of heretics on a supposedly compliant Imperial world earned her that of Tempestor Prime. Now just past thirty Ingran dedicates herself to the eradication of the enemies of humanity, hunting down high-value targets and eliminating nests of corruption. The call of an Inquisitor was not one to be ignored, the Tempestor Prime answering the summons with fourteen of her best troops. [b]Direct Superior: [/b] [b]Troop Count:[/b] 15 [b]Extraordinary Troops:[/b] [list][*]Tempestor Prime Isadora Ingran: If an Inquisitor is calling for help the situation requires the best of the best. The Tempestor Prime brings a level of skill and leadership unmatched by the troops under her command. [*]Field Chirurgeon Hadrian Julo: Carries the team's medical supplies at the expense of heavier weapons. Able to fight just as fiercely as any of his comrades his efforts are usually focused on getting the team and its allies back into the fight. [*]Tempestor Maren Calgar: Ingran's second in command, she typically serves as leader of a squad when the force is split. [*]Scion Nathaniel Legel: A veteran of the Tempestus Scions, Legel specializes in laying down suppressing fire. Carries the force's volley gun. [*]Scion Solon Thresas: While each Stormtrooper is able to strip, repair and replace every part of their personal equipment Solon works on the team's vehicles and any other machinery found in the field. Also carries the Vox-Caster used to coordinate with allied forces. [*]Scion Sym Latoria: One of the newer members of the team. Eager to prove herself she carries the plasma strike force's plasma gun.[/list] [b]Basic Equipment:[/b][list][*]Tempestus Scions Carapace Armour [*]Omnishield Helm [*]Slate Monitron [*]Micro-Bead [*] Hotshot Lasgun [*]Combat Knife [*]Monoscope [*]Frag and Krak grenades [/list] [b]Extraordinary Equipment:[/b][list][*]Martyr's Gift Field Service Medi-Kit: Carried by [*]x1 Power Sword and Bolt Pistol carried by the Tempestor Prime [*]x1 Melta Digi-Weapon built into the bionic knuckle of Ingran's right middle finger [*]x1 Hotshot Volley Gun carried by Scion Legel [*]x1 Plasma Gun carried by Scion Latoria [*]x1 Martyr's Gift Field Service Medi-Kit carried by Chirurgeon Julo [*]x1 Clarion Vox Array carried Scion Thresas [*]x2 Hotshot Laspistols carried by Julo and Thresas [*]x2 Taurox Primes equipped with battle cannons, twin autocannons and heavy stubbers. [/list] [b]Why Were They Selected:[/b] An Inquisitorial summons can't be brushed off with merely token support. Tempestor Prime Ingran trusts herself to handpick and lead troops worthy of the Inquisition. [b]Relationships:[/b] - With Inquisitor Hera: "She's the one in charge. Do what she says when she says it and don't make her mad. For the duration of this operation we work for her." - With the Adeptus Arbites: "This kind of thing is their whole deal so pay attention. Watch what they do and how they do it, they know the hives better than us." - With the Adepta Sororitas: "Our sisters can be a bit overenthusiastic in the heat of things but it's always an honor to serve alongside the Daughters of the Emperor." - With the Adeptus Tempestus: "We're the best at what we do, that's why we're here. Make me proud." - With the Assassins: "I know almost nothing about them and what I do know I don't like. Keep an eye on them, assuming that's possible." - With the Astra Militarum: "Nowhere near as well equipped or trained as we are but still a very necessary component. They'll hold the line and soak up enemy fire so we have to space to do our job." - With the Skitarii: "They're more machine than they are people but they'll back us up just the same. Don't expect them to make much conversation with them." [/hider]