The exorbitant feast of extravagance is a ruckus affair, scantily clad servers trot the grand banquet hall. Their derrieres on full display, little was left to the imagination. The oily flesh of men and women glints under the vibrant lights. Staff bow deeply and hound the nobles present, offering up delicacies and pleasantries freely.

Only the bravest servants approach you and your crimson robed cadre. Their wide orbs pass over your unimpressive frame, not dismissive or hateful in nature. Instead they track the towering beast at your side. A senior officer of your Secutarii, even when out of armour the Legio wouldn't send you anywhere unprotected after all and while the rest of your crew would die for you. Degalla Vakium would kill countless before she fell. By the omnissiah she would perish pulling you back into the grasp of the Legion.

You couldn't help but smirk as the naked man offers her an appetiser. Some kind of baked good wearing an azure emulsion of sorts and a hat. Now you didn't know the extent of her augmentation, but as with all it was significant. Only a portion of her face remains, a pale puzzle piece fitting around metallic ones. You wonder who would have guessed the planet was in the middle of an intense siege, if a million eyes watch this scene playing out. How many could imagine the carnage transpiring beyond the walls of the fortress.

Placing the sweet within what remains of her mouth she wastes no time consuming it. "Fruity!" The warrior declares her implant modular vox box working in tandem with her impaired vocal cords to produce a somewhat serene tone that lacks static.