As the Valkyrie was about to take off, Adrianne would have made her way to the co-pilot seat.
Her psychic power of precognition meant that she was almost always the designated shotgun or backseat rider. The ability to predict incoming flak or a missile launch before they ever happened was an ability most pilots would dream to have, and with a psyker trained in the arts of divination, such a power became reality.
Making her way into the cockpit which was considerably more cramped than the loading area of the valkyrie, Adrianne would carefully maneuver her staff to the side of her seat; trying to avoid accidentally hitting as many buttons and possibly the battle sister herself as she leaned it against a console.
Buttons and dials flickered with light in front of her at the expansive console surrounding the cockpit, yet they did not confuse her too much.
Because she was often riding shotgun, Adrianne had received courses in how to operate various imperial flying machinery; at least on a basic level. She had also spent a lot of time practicing in simulations, and even flown an actual valkyrie on occasion. Though as a psyker, she was usually relegated to the co-pilot role.
Becoming an imperial fighter pilot had always been her secret dream, as there was a degree of attraction to the notion of simply flying through the skies and endless space at great speed; going wherever you wanted.
“Strange is the Emperors will, not long ago I was having lunch with an old friend and now here I am with a retinue following clues to find a greater daemon on this pleasure planet I was assigned to. Not only that but there is also a Ork waaagh in a nearby sector and we have multiple militaries of the Imperium of man on their way to assist us. I will admit this is quite a bizarre happening but I rather be fighting then walking around these corrupted streets below us while having nothing to do.”
"Thanks." Adrianne would then say as the sister of battle suddenly offered her a piece of chocolate, accepting it from her after removing her helmet.
Taking a bite, she thought over what Aviza had said, before swallowing.
"War is what's keeping the imperium together." Adrianne would suddenly comment, her eyes turning towards Aviza.
"Back at my old academy, we were once lectured by a famed Philosopher and Biologist named Attila Thanatolian. He said that for the continued survival of large organizational entities, such as kingdoms and empires, whether they span the breadth of a simple world or an entire universe, it is essential to have a large, external threat to bring the people together."
Adrianne would comment, her mind slipping back to her old academy.
"A protracted peace can damage the solidarity of the citizens of an empire. The survival instinct which originally bound them together in the face of an external foe will fade over time come peace, and the citizens will turn on each other instead. Rather than thinking as a large community or nation, their concerns will instead move over to a more individual, family level. Society will become a war of everyone against everyone, as they see their neighbors not as venerable allies in the support of the empire, but rather as competitors. War makes the empire, and the empire makes war. It is what enflames our passion, and without it, a slow, social decay will inevitably claim the imperium."
Her psychic power of precognition meant that she was almost always the designated shotgun or backseat rider. The ability to predict incoming flak or a missile launch before they ever happened was an ability most pilots would dream to have, and with a psyker trained in the arts of divination, such a power became reality.
Making her way into the cockpit which was considerably more cramped than the loading area of the valkyrie, Adrianne would carefully maneuver her staff to the side of her seat; trying to avoid accidentally hitting as many buttons and possibly the battle sister herself as she leaned it against a console.
Buttons and dials flickered with light in front of her at the expansive console surrounding the cockpit, yet they did not confuse her too much.
Because she was often riding shotgun, Adrianne had received courses in how to operate various imperial flying machinery; at least on a basic level. She had also spent a lot of time practicing in simulations, and even flown an actual valkyrie on occasion. Though as a psyker, she was usually relegated to the co-pilot role.
Becoming an imperial fighter pilot had always been her secret dream, as there was a degree of attraction to the notion of simply flying through the skies and endless space at great speed; going wherever you wanted.
“Strange is the Emperors will, not long ago I was having lunch with an old friend and now here I am with a retinue following clues to find a greater daemon on this pleasure planet I was assigned to. Not only that but there is also a Ork waaagh in a nearby sector and we have multiple militaries of the Imperium of man on their way to assist us. I will admit this is quite a bizarre happening but I rather be fighting then walking around these corrupted streets below us while having nothing to do.”
"Thanks." Adrianne would then say as the sister of battle suddenly offered her a piece of chocolate, accepting it from her after removing her helmet.
Taking a bite, she thought over what Aviza had said, before swallowing.
"War is what's keeping the imperium together." Adrianne would suddenly comment, her eyes turning towards Aviza.
"Back at my old academy, we were once lectured by a famed Philosopher and Biologist named Attila Thanatolian. He said that for the continued survival of large organizational entities, such as kingdoms and empires, whether they span the breadth of a simple world or an entire universe, it is essential to have a large, external threat to bring the people together."
Adrianne would comment, her mind slipping back to her old academy.
"A protracted peace can damage the solidarity of the citizens of an empire. The survival instinct which originally bound them together in the face of an external foe will fade over time come peace, and the citizens will turn on each other instead. Rather than thinking as a large community or nation, their concerns will instead move over to a more individual, family level. Society will become a war of everyone against everyone, as they see their neighbors not as venerable allies in the support of the empire, but rather as competitors. War makes the empire, and the empire makes war. It is what enflames our passion, and without it, a slow, social decay will inevitably claim the imperium."