Name: Natasha Yashan
Appearance: a young woman, pale and a little gaunt. The markings of a sanctioned psyker on her wrists and neck, Aswell as on her heavy coat. She is smaller than the average Vostroyan, standing only barely 5 feet, her form is small and slender, moreso by her rigorous psychic training.
Position: Sanctioned Psyker / Pilot.
Weapons: 2 Navy pistols, combat knife
Armour: Flak armour.
Psychic Ability: Machine Control, able to enforce her will upon any electrical device, the more complicated generally easier than rudimentary ones. Her ability also extends to 'pushing' said machines beyond their natural abilities. Valkiries with shot engines continue to fly, lasguns keep firing even without ammo, etc. After pushing a device like that, it tends to break down completely.
Other Skills: Pilot, guerrilla warfare tactics.( setting boobytraps, survival, etc. )
Natasha was the second child of a lower hive family on Vostrov. Her older brother having been recruited, she was left behind in the dirt of the lower hive. Wanting to leave the place, she saw a carreer in the imperial navy as her ticket out, so she signed up. During routine inspection of the troops, she was discovered to be a minor psyker and was deported on one of the inquisitorial black ships to Terra.
It was decided she was strong enough to serve the empire as a full fledged psyker. She was inducted into the rigorous training, wiping away much of who she was. Her talent proved to be in non-offensive psychic training, and here she learned the ability to channel the warp into a protective shield.
After she had completed her training, the stiff and mentally scoured woman she had become was assigned to a Catachan detachment where she served with the men, protecting them from incoming fire with her shielding skill while they went on various missions. Being sent along with a 'guardian' on long commando raids, she slowly began to crawl out of the mental stigma that had been programmed into her in her training, while the men of the unit she served with, at first distrusting her due to her psychic abilities slowly began to give her respect for keeping their buts in piece from hails of enemy barrages and hails of bullets. To keep up with them, she learned basic survival techniques, and her training as a pilot along with her own latent psychic ability helped them fly out of many bad situations, earning her the nickname 'Baby Cat'.
Recently, orders were sent by the ordo hereticus, reassigning her from regular duty with the catachans to serve in the personal retinue of an inquisitor named Galiano, so she packed up her things, said goodbye to her comrades in her regiment and took the shuttle and ship to her new destination.
From there, things went from bad to worse. Inquisitor galiano was a radical Xeno hunter, who sent her and her teammates on several missions to obtain dangerous chaos artifacts and tyranid specimens. He was finally declared 'Diabolis Extremis' and executed by Inquisitor Varkan on Creval.
Natasha was arrested and taken to his black ship on suspicion of taint. She knew it would be a death sentence, a long and painfull death sentence. Here psyk-out drugs were administered to her, to lessen her psychic strength. It was intended to strip her of her ability to control machines, so she could be contained more easily. This didn't quite work, though it did lessen her ability, she lost the ability to shield herself and others as she was trained by the adepta telepatica, not her inborn power of machine control.
After a rather brutal nigth of torture, she received the vision of promised power and freedom by the tzeenzth sorcerer. Horrified, she rejected it, in her core still a loyal subject of the emperor.
Days of torture passed, holding on to that shred of herself, a loyal subject of the emperor as she was tortured, and every night, she would be tortured again by the visions of the sorcerer.
After another week of it, she was tossed into the cell once again, Varkan personally throwing her in with the words 'The Emperor won't save you, Witch. He saves who I deem worthy of saving.'
That is where she lost her faith. When the vision came again that night, she no longer refused, but accepted his bargain.
And for once in those weeks, she slept peacefully.
She was awakened to the thunder of guns, when 'The Power' made it's move against Varkan.
When the sorcerer appeared, she smiled. He had kept his word.
Side note: While she has accepted the sorcerer's offer, part of her still feels as an imperial citizen. She no longer believes in the god-emperor, but she is also still very wary of her new 'friends' among the forces of chaos, and not very comfortable in embracing chaos.
Last edited by Inquisitor Einar; 08-24-09 at 07:54 AM.