[[INLOADING ORDO HERETICUS ENGRAMS]]
[[OPERATIONAL STATUS: GREEN]]
[[WARNING!!! HOSTILITIES NOTED IN AREA]]
[[HOLY BE THY NAME, BLESSED OMNISSIAH OF MANKIND. IN YOUR NAME IS JUSTICE DONE]]
The cargo bay shook with another impact, a boarding pod had struck amidship and was likely disgorging heretics among the hapless stormtroopers. Ava lay recumbent upon the crate, its body slowly reforming and adapting to the form Ava felt most fitting for the engagement. Sythflesh flowed and reformed over readjusting augmetic muscles to adapt to a more perfect simulation of a human, until what was left was the form of a petite woman without a face. The woman stood from the crate and perused it's contents for a moment, never mind the fact that battle raged both inside and outside the ship she stood upon, and that the woman was stark naked. Finally the woman drew a grey bodyglove from the crate, slipping it on without trouble, and then began to pull a Inquisitorial blastcoat from the crate. The blastcoat was a standard issue garment, given to all Inquisitors upon ascension to the rank and title, and though it had seen many years of use, it was still in pristine condition. The breast of the coat was emblazoned with the leering skull and cog of the Adeptus-Mechanicus over top the Inquisitorial stylized "I", the two logos intertwined into one to symbolize the forgotten union between the two orders. The woman pulled the blastcoat on and laced up a pair of stormboots, then glanced about the cargo-bay. She held her hand up to her not-face and scrutinized the color of the skin that her body had adopted. "Too pale" the woman hissed, the sound low and disconcerting for it's artificiality. A shudder went through her body as the color of her skin darkened slightly to adopt a more normal skintone, and satisfied all was complete, she strapped up her weapons and picked out a face to socket into the empty hole that currently served for a face. A face was pulled from the crate, the face of a younger woman, otherwise plain looking but for the hive-ganger tattoo of a fanged skull adorning the left side of her face. The face clicked home and with a slight grin the woman set off into the corridors.
She was actually fairly close to the boarding pod, and as she observed, multiple cultists fell out of the pod and attempted to set upon a guardsman nearby. She drew her plasma-pistol, Rigel, and started to walk towards the group, her rosette blazing as she bellowed the oaths of the Inqusition, "Traitors! By the Holy-Emperor of all Mankind, you are declared Hereticus in the eyes of his most holy Inquisition! Surrender and die!" As she finished she fired a single discharge of liquid-plasma into the mob, it's superheated payload searing across the corridor to slam into the Dreadclaw with a dull smack, molten plasma flaring from the impact into the group of cultists but missing the Guardsman.