Divination:
The only true fear is dying without your duty done.
Origin Path
Penal Colony > Imperial Guard > Chirurgeon
How he got the job
Bas sat for a moment. The tide of wounded had stopped when the outer wall fell. For a moment the world was only punctuated by the drone of the ports defenses. He considered sleep but instead took another puff from his wide awake inhaler. He had been awake for 3 days. He started counting the silence as if the roar of the guns was the heartbeat of a dying man. The only thing steady was the rate at which the roar grew quieter. For several minutes he sat there as his heart sank further. He felt as empty as the space between stars. For as long as this moment was he didn't want it to end. When the roar stops everything would change.
Commissar Capri walked into the triage unit and scanned the room. She locked eyes with him and silently beckoned him to follow. They exited the room as quietly as she entered. He liked her, she was everything a commissar had to be without making you regret being born. For a few minutes they chatted peacefully. Mostly about the previous 3 days but without great detail. Their journey ended in a covered shuttle bay. Where a lone dropship waited with its engines running surrounded by the most out of place storm trooper squad Bas had ever seen. Their bright red armour was only broken up by polished sterling server emblems and a great capital I on their breastplates. They looked more like armoured fashionistas than glory boys. He huddled into the shuttle and found his patient on the floor. A second passed and the troopers followed. Capri strapped in beside him, gun in hand but safety on. She knew him long enough to know there wouldn't be an issue.
His patient was bleeding and badly. The patient had a makeshift tourniquet on his left leg which likely meant a cut artery. Within a minute had found and clamped the artery. He removed the tourniquet, covered the wound and one of the troopers helped him move the patient to a seat. He took a seat and gave a report. The drop ship started to move. The accent was quick, helped by a massive blast of turbulence he would later learn was the detonation of exterminatus torpedoes. His last moment as a penal legionnaire was had come and gone and no one had the decency to offer him a lho-stick.
There had been two chapters to his life. The before when he had been the heir apparent to his fathers line and the between when he had been sent to pay for the crimes of his homeworld. Now a new chapter was starting. As the shuttle broke through the atmosphere he pondered what his life would be like. He knew nothing of the shadow war he was heading into or the allies he would have in the Inquisition.
Notes
[1] Bas is a fallen noble. A decade after he was sent to the penal legion his homeworld including his family were devoured by hive fleet Leviathan.
[2] His crime was being complicated in the denying of the emperors due. His home world of Tasman Primus were unable to pay tithes. The punishment was the sentencing of every noble first born to the penal legion.
[3] his ability to read and write in High Gothic are one of a small number of details that betray his noble birth. (He has the high gothic skill trained)
[4] In total he spent 22 years in a penal legion, from the age of 9 to 31. His regiment was the 189th Crassus’s Wolves, Penal Legion.
[5] Height 1.8m Weight 70Kg Noted as being underweight for his height. He is well built despite years of poor nutrition.
[6] He has tan skin, grey hair and neon blue eyes. The eyes suggest a naughty noble ancestor underwent genetic modification for cosmetic reasons.
[7] He has burn scars across the front of his torso from his neck to his navel. Both arms are bionic replacements. If asked he will reply unexploded ordinance in a patients body cavity. Both bionics were replaced when he entered Inquisitorial service. The previous pair were not fit for use and a liability while performing medical duties. (He has a 2 bionic arms)
[8] He is not given to speaking without reason or to lashing out in anger. The length of his service and his medical position suggest he is unlikely to have any disciplinary issues.
[9] His personality at the start of the campaign will be primarily stoic and quite. This will develop over time as he interacts with the other players. He has years of penal legion indoctrination to overcome. I'm expecting to grow less quite as the campaign goes on.
[10] He is constantly counting something. The counting is the important part. It could be panels along the left hand side of a hall or the rivets in a door. This is purely to keep his mind occupied.
[11] He has issues sleeping brought by years of staying awake for days on stimulants (Light Sleeper talent).
[12] His family name has been expunged from records.
