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@chem-dog
Name: Drezda Naile
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Militarum Legion: Savlar Chem-dogs
Ranking: Lieutenant
Squadron: XX - Terminated
Affiliation: Imperium of Man
Currently employed by Rogue Trader Samuel Drakon
Equipment:
Heavy Bolter and whatever's available at the time
Likes:
-Shiny things
-Food
-Big Booms
-Nitro-chems
-Scrap metal
Dislikes:
-Inane Ceremonies
-Formalities
-Silence
How you been?
Drezda is in a Sanguinala sweater and has an array of wine glasses surrounding her. "Pretty good, I'd say. I think I'm gonna try to do that dragon hunt thinggy on Sammy's planet this year!"
Any good loot lately?
"I ah... found this thing," She said, holding up a tau weapon, "Still diggin' through it to see how she ticks buuuut it's a fun new thinggy for my collection." She gestures towards her other various xenos weapons. "Now I know that the boss has plenty o' beings from these cultures on this ship but I like figurin out the engineering m'self."
How has Drezda been?
"Same shit different day," She replied with a shrug as she did maintenance on her gun.
Not the worst thing to happen for him. I'd say that's a good problem to have given how he had been living so far.
"True." She replied with a laugh as she hugs her dog. "He's pretty damn happy now."
How is the best boy?
"He's awful spoiled now!" She says as she pats him on the back, "Gotten a bit chubby, I think someone's feedin him scraps."
Drezda remains in her room with Jekyll, tinkering away at her latest project. She decided that it would be best to give Sam and Corvus their space right now. After all, plenty of people were fawning over the children. Combine that with Drezda probably being the worst person to handle kids and it was best to just keep to herself for the time being.
Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse
Drezda Vibe Music for the day
"Oi, lady! You still in there?" There's two confident clunks on the vents before the guardswoman climbs in once again.
@chem-dog
“What ya want?”
"Figured I wouldn't have to check this vent for beasties if you're still in there." Drezda replied with a snort, "And thought ya might want a snack. Dunno what ya've been eating, but thought a sandwich might be better than whatever it is." She then holds out said bagged sandwich for the primarch with a toothy grin.
“I’ve got my own, don’t worry, but sure, I’ll take it.” A hand comes from the vent and took it before disappearing back into the dark of the vent.
"Good talk." Drezda shrugged and leaned against a wall near the vent. "Wasn't worried. Jus figured a sandwich might taste better. Heard you guys could live off dirt if ya had ta. I could theoretically live off of rations, but that don't give the brain any of those good chemicals."
“…” The silence palpable for a moment. “You do know that you’re gonna end up dying from that, right…?”
"What... sandwiches?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "Happy chemicals? I ain't talkin' about nitro chems. I'm talkin' like... positive... emotion? Issit terminal?"
“Ugh. Lack of context I guess. Thought you were talking about something else. You are called chem dogs for a reason.”
"Aye, fair." She replied with a toothy grin, "Tryin to wean off the shite. Don't wanna leave the boss takin care of Jekyll."
“Good.” She sighed. “I don’t like those lower than me to die.”
"Mm, a few months back, and I mighta disagreed, but livin seems alright lately." Drezda replied with a shrug. "Not expectin' that sorta thing from you though... or at least most of my 'betters'. 'Fore Sam, I recall being likened to things like.... fodder, a pig to slaughter, human shield, shitstain upon humanity, bullet sponge, rusted cog in the machine that is the Imperium, scum..." She keeps going.
“I am no Salamander, I am not that kind, but I am no world eater. If someone knows something they shouldn’t, I’d rather offer them a position than kill them.”
"I'm already employed. Do I know somethin I shouldn't?" She asks, picking something out of her teeth.
“Generally, no. Only that I exist. The fact that your imperium literally calls me a daemon sent to kill the emperor and you’re not shooting me tells me your either an idiot or your smart enough to know I can flick you and you die.”
"Boss don't threaten to shoot me if I don't shoot you. Simple as... I also know if I so much as sneezed at a regular astartes, I'd be turned into a fine red mist, much less a primarch." Drezda snorted, "Even at my most reckless, I wouldn't consider myself suicidal... 'sides, I've been on the mean end of commissar guns about as often as I've been on that side of an ork shoota. Ya won't find zealotry from me. Ain't no... passion of 'humanity's finest' inna chem dog. Just will to survive an a lust for loot."
“Yeah you’re certainly no Lucifer Black, but you’re certainly no average guardsmen.”
"I guess... most people consider it a bad thing, though." Drezda replied with a laugh, clearly not minding in the slightest.
"Oi, lady! You still in there?" There's two confident clunks on the vents before the guardswoman climbs in once again.
@chem-dog
“What ya want?”
"Figured I wouldn't have to check this vent for beasties if you're still in there." Drezda replied with a snort, "And thought ya might want a snack. Dunno what ya've been eating, but thought a sandwich might be better than whatever it is." She then holds out said bagged sandwich for the primarch with a toothy grin.
“I’ve got my own, don’t worry, but sure, I’ll take it.” A hand comes from the vent and took it before disappearing back into the dark of the vent.
"Good talk." Drezda shrugged and leaned against a wall near the vent. "Wasn't worried. Jus figured a sandwich might taste better. Heard you guys could live off dirt if ya had ta. I could theoretically live off of rations, but that don't give the brain any of those good chemicals."
“…” The silence palpable for a moment. “You do know that you’re gonna end up dying from that, right…?”
"What... sandwiches?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "Happy chemicals? I ain't talkin' about nitro chems. I'm talkin' like... positive... emotion? Issit terminal?"
“Ugh. Lack of context I guess. Thought you were talking about something else. You are called chem dogs for a reason.”
"Aye, fair." She replied with a toothy grin, "Tryin to wean off the shite. Don't wanna leave the boss takin care of Jekyll."
“Good.” She sighed. “I don’t like those lower than me to die.”
"Mm, a few months back, and I mighta disagreed, but livin seems alright lately." Drezda replied with a shrug. "Not expectin' that sorta thing from you though... or at least most of my 'betters'. 'Fore Sam, I recall being likened to things like.... fodder, a pig to slaughter, human shield, shitstain upon humanity, bullet sponge, rusted cog in the machine that is the Imperium, scum..." She keeps going.
“I am no Salamander, I am not that kind, but I am no world eater. If someone knows something they shouldn’t, I’d rather offer them a position than kill them.”
"I'm already employed. Do I know somethin I shouldn't?" She asks, picking something out of her teeth.
“Generally, no. Only that I exist. The fact that your imperium literally calls me a daemon sent to kill the emperor and you’re not shooting me tells me your either an idiot or your smart enough to know I can flick you and you die.”
"Boss don't threaten to shoot me if I don't shoot you. Simple as... I also know if I so much as sneezed at a regular astartes, I'd be turned into a fine red mist, much less a primarch." Drezda snorted, "Even at my most reckless, I wouldn't consider myself suicidal... 'sides, I've been on the mean end of commissar guns about as often as I've been on that side of an ork shoota. Ya won't find zealotry from me. Ain't no... passion of 'humanity's finest' inna chem dog. Just will to survive an a lust for loot."
"Oi, lady! You still in there?" There's two confident clunks on the vents before the guardswoman climbs in once again.
@chem-dog
“What ya want?”
"Figured I wouldn't have to check this vent for beasties if you're still in there." Drezda replied with a snort, "And thought ya might want a snack. Dunno what ya've been eating, but thought a sandwich might be better than whatever it is." She then holds out said bagged sandwich for the primarch with a toothy grin.
“I’ve got my own, don’t worry, but sure, I’ll take it.” A hand comes from the vent and took it before disappearing back into the dark of the vent.
"Good talk." Drezda shrugged and leaned against a wall near the vent. "Wasn't worried. Jus figured a sandwich might taste better. Heard you guys could live off dirt if ya had ta. I could theoretically live off of rations, but that don't give the brain any of those good chemicals."
“…” The silence palpable for a moment. “You do know that you’re gonna end up dying from that, right…?”
"What... sandwiches?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "Happy chemicals? I ain't talkin' about nitro chems. I'm talkin' like... positive... emotion? Issit terminal?"
“Ugh. Lack of context I guess. Thought you were talking about something else. You are called chem dogs for a reason.”
"Aye, fair." She replied with a toothy grin, "Tryin to wean off the shite. Don't wanna leave the boss takin care of Jekyll."
“Good.” She sighed. “I don’t like those lower than me to die.”
"Mm, a few months back, and I mighta disagreed, but livin seems alright lately." Drezda replied with a shrug. "Not expectin' that sorta thing from you though... or at least most of my 'betters'. 'Fore Sam, I recall being likened to things like.... fodder, a pig to slaughter, human shield, shitstain upon humanity, bullet sponge, rusted cog in the machine that is the Imperium, scum..." She keeps going.
“I am no Salamander, I am not that kind, but I am no world eater. If someone knows something they shouldn’t, I’d rather offer them a position than kill them.”
"I'm already employed. Do I know somethin I shouldn't?" She asks, picking something out of her teeth.
"Oi, lady! You still in there?" There's two confident clunks on the vents before the guardswoman climbs in once again.
@chem-dog
“What ya want?”
"Figured I wouldn't have to check this vent for beasties if you're still in there." Drezda replied with a snort, "And thought ya might want a snack. Dunno what ya've been eating, but thought a sandwich might be better than whatever it is." She then holds out said bagged sandwich for the primarch with a toothy grin.
“I’ve got my own, don’t worry, but sure, I’ll take it.” A hand comes from the vent and took it before disappearing back into the dark of the vent.
"Good talk." Drezda shrugged and leaned against a wall near the vent. "Wasn't worried. Jus figured a sandwich might taste better. Heard you guys could live off dirt if ya had ta. I could theoretically live off of rations, but that don't give the brain any of those good chemicals."
“…” The silence palpable for a moment. “You do know that you’re gonna end up dying from that, right…?”
"What... sandwiches?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "Happy chemicals? I ain't talkin' about nitro chems. I'm talkin' like... positive... emotion? Issit terminal?"
“Ugh. Lack of context I guess. Thought you were talking about something else. You are called chem dogs for a reason.”
"Aye, fair." She replied with a toothy grin, "Tryin to wean off the shite. Don't wanna leave the boss takin care of Jekyll."
“Good.” She sighed. “I don’t like those lower than me to die.”
"Mm, a few months back, and I mighta disagreed, but livin seems alright lately." Drezda replied with a shrug. "Not expectin' that sorta thing from you though... or at least most of my 'betters'. 'Fore Sam, I recall being likened to things like.... fodder, a pig to slaughter, human shield, shitstain upon humanity, bullet sponge, rusted cog in the machine that is the Imperium, scum..." She keeps going.
"Oi, lady! You still in there?" There's two confident clunks on the vents before the guardswoman climbs in once again.
@chem-dog
“What ya want?”
"Figured I wouldn't have to check this vent for beasties if you're still in there." Drezda replied with a snort, "And thought ya might want a snack. Dunno what ya've been eating, but thought a sandwich might be better than whatever it is." She then holds out said bagged sandwich for the primarch with a toothy grin.
“I’ve got my own, don’t worry, but sure, I’ll take it.” A hand comes from the vent and took it before disappearing back into the dark of the vent.
"Good talk." Drezda shrugged and leaned against a wall near the vent. "Wasn't worried. Jus figured a sandwich might taste better. Heard you guys could live off dirt if ya had ta. I could theoretically live off of rations, but that don't give the brain any of those good chemicals."
“…” The silence palpable for a moment. “You do know that you’re gonna end up dying from that, right…?”
"What... sandwiches?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "Happy chemicals? I ain't talkin' about nitro chems. I'm talkin' like... positive... emotion? Issit terminal?"
“Ugh. Lack of context I guess. Thought you were talking about something else. You are called chem dogs for a reason.”
"Aye, fair." She replied with a toothy grin, "Tryin to wean off the shite. Don't wanna leave the boss takin care of Jekyll."
"Oi, lady! You still in there?" There's two confident clunks on the vents before the guardswoman climbs in once again.
@chem-dog
“What ya want?”
"Figured I wouldn't have to check this vent for beasties if you're still in there." Drezda replied with a snort, "And thought ya might want a snack. Dunno what ya've been eating, but thought a sandwich might be better than whatever it is." She then holds out said bagged sandwich for the primarch with a toothy grin.
“I’ve got my own, don’t worry, but sure, I’ll take it.” A hand comes from the vent and took it before disappearing back into the dark of the vent.
"Good talk." Drezda shrugged and leaned against a wall near the vent. "Wasn't worried. Jus figured a sandwich might taste better. Heard you guys could live off dirt if ya had ta. I could theoretically live off of rations, but that don't give the brain any of those good chemicals."
“…” The silence palpable for a moment. “You do know that you’re gonna end up dying from that, right…?”
"What... sandwiches?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "Happy chemicals? I ain't talkin' about nitro chems. I'm talkin' like... positive... emotion? Issit terminal?"
Drezda and Alpharious sitting in a tree~
"Shooting all anons they see~" Drezda sang back as she loaded her bolter.
"Oi, lady! You still in there?" There's two confident clunks on the vents before the guardswoman climbs in once again.
@chem-dog
“What ya want?”
"Figured I wouldn't have to check this vent for beasties if you're still in there." Drezda replied with a snort, "And thought ya might want a snack. Dunno what ya've been eating, but thought a sandwich might be better than whatever it is." She then holds out said bagged sandwich for the primarch with a toothy grin.
“I’ve got my own, don’t worry, but sure, I’ll take it.” A hand comes from the vent and took it before disappearing back into the dark of the vent.
"Good talk." Drezda shrugged and leaned against a wall near the vent. "Wasn't worried. Jus figured a sandwich might taste better. Heard you guys could live off dirt if ya had ta. I could theoretically live off of rations, but that don't give the brain any of those good chemicals."
