[Indent][b]Aviza Niskaru[/b][/indent] Freire II, a planet of unparalleled beauty and entertainment that stretched out across vast oceans and islands that covered its face. Many would call this a Pleasure World but for one Adeptus Sororitas known as Aviza that found herself stranded upon the planet’s surface, there was no pleasure to be found. It was hard to deny the fact that occasionally this Sister of Battle could be found on some of the islands that she disliked less than others, but corruption and sin ran rampant, unchecked and unpunished. How she had been assigned to Freire was beyond her, maybe it was because she made a mistake somewhere down the line, maybe she just had poor luck, or maybe for another reason. Surely a veteran Adeptus Sororitas such as herself would be placed somewhere in a battle or hostile area? Sadly the answer was no. She was stationed there for now, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it for the time being. On the largest of the many islands upon Freire, the island laj held a vast city full of a wide variety of entertainment that one could indulge themselves in. Among the many occupants of the island was Aviza, patrolling the pathed streets below her feet, watching, judging, and mentally taking notes on all who passed by her with a fire behind her blue eyes. Occasionally, when someone was drunk, high, or a combination of the both, she would have to deliver a non-lethal swift blow to incapacitate whoever has harassing her. For a large amount of the time she spent patrolling, she wore her helmet, keeping her identity and face hidden from the degenerates that wondered the planet's surface. The only place of solace that she could find was the cathedral, quite a distance away from where she currently walked. It was shortly after 12:00PM when Aviza, clad in her full Adeptus Sororitas powerarmor, walked down the main street that lead to the docking bay for the island laj, stopping at a Cafe named the Die Hungrigen Wolf, well known for its cheap and high quality food. The metal door to the Die Hungrigen Wolf swung open loudly, making an horrific scraping sound as it ran along the floor beneath it. Aviza tried to close the door quietly, but to no avail. An old man nearing the age of eighty five placed a hand on Aviza's left shoulder, guiding her to an empty seat. "Please, come and sit, relax and I will get you something to eat and drink, I know what you order every time you are here." The man hurried off into the kitchen before yelling and someone being hit with what sounded like a metal cane could be heard. Shortly after, he returned to Aviza and took a seat across from her, smiling softly and kindly at her. "My favorite Adeptus Sororitas, how are you Aviza?" he asked while cupping his hands over his left knee. "I am doing exactly the same since we last talked, Mr. Panzer." The old man frowned at Aviza, "We can't have that, here we go, eat some schnitzel and drink, you will feel better." Aviza looked around the room and noticed it was empty, something she very rarely saw. A while would pass while the two of them talked about the old days when he was a younger man, one that fought with the Imperium of Man, but those days were long gone. The only price he asked for was that Aviza returned again tomorrow or as soon as she could, which she was happy to do. Standing up, Aviza thanked the old man for his company, the food, the drink, and for the stories of days long past. The door shut behind her with the same horrific scraping sound, "He really needs to get that fixed." she thought to herself before grabbing onto her helmet and placing it back onto her head, fixing it into place so that it would not move. In the distance, not far from where she stood, a strange occurrence unfolded before her. A group made up of what seemed to be a very unlikely set of thieves broke into the War Memorial Art Gallery, and shut the door behind them. [indent][b]Inquisitor Zhevon Amoxa - The Gallery[/b][/indent] Zhevon listened to Bens concerns, keeping his eyes on the rest of the team. When he brought up her intention to teleport past the statues, Zhevon looked at the Veteran. Thankfully she did not. That would have angered them right away. [b]"I will keep your concerns in mind Sergeant Duren."[/b] He replied, [b]"But do not act on assumptions, have some faith. If she were not a capable Psyker, she would not be on my team."[/b] Zhevon nevertheless placed his hand on top of his nullrod, despite being quick on its draw, he did it to ease Ben a little. The next to arrive was Stukov, [b] "Gentleman, I suggest we NOT go out that way, if at all possible?"[/b] He said, [b]"Those things go active, Boss, you might have some luck with that null rod. Daemons tend to vanish fast if something disrupts their connection, in my experience at any rate. Might be faster then blowing the statues to pieces, at any rate."[/b][b]"The statues are more bound to the material realm than most other Daemons."[/b] He explained, keeping his eyes on Adrianne, who was nearing the end of the hallway. As soon as she exited the hallway, she collapsed with a thud. Zhevon took his hand off his Nullrod and looked at her while she was on the floor, and then at Stukov and Ben, then back at Adrianne. [b]"Uh..."[/b] She then woke up, [b]"That hallway... wasn't so bad.[/b] She mutttered. Zhevon let out a small 'heh', [b]"Walking by a pack of Saint. Ives' Statues is always bad, for anyone."[/b] He assured, he knelt down next to her, ready to help her up. [Indent][b]Aviza Niskaru[/b][/indent] Aviza was many things, but she was not about to just let some honorless thieves break into an art gallery, even more so one that is a War Memorial Art Gallery. Grabbing onto her custom bolter, she ran towards the War Memorial Art Gallery and quickly but gently opened the main door and entered. Once the door was shut behind her, she readied herself for combat and took a right, heading down one of the hallways. When she came to one of the halls filled with statues, the hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up, and an uncomfortable feeling flooded her body. She could see the group at the end of the hallway and slowly took a couple steps forward, not far from where they stood. Only a couple seconds would pass before something or someone started to whisper to her, she could not tell what was being said but something else caught her caught her attention at this moment. The eyes of the statues started to glow an inveigling pink, then began to move into a rhythmic dance. Without hesitation, she raised her bolter, and fired at one of them, at burst of light illuminating the hallway. [indent][b]Inquisitor Zhevon Amoxa - The Gallery[/b][/indent] Zhevon glanced down the hallway to check on the statues. Sometimes they were known to pursue whomever had passed them, he was just making sure. At the other end of the hallway, he saw an armored clad woman. He did a double take, [b]"What the f-"[/b] He saw her raise her bolter, [b]"Oh sh-"[/b] As soon as the bolt shell flew out of the barrel, he sprung into action. With haste, he had his nullrod in hand and switched on. The statue recoiled as the shell impacted with its right breast, severing its right arm. The arm became dull in color, and shattered into dust as soon as it hit the ground. The statue screeched in an inhuman anger. Where its right arm and breast was, a semitransparent pink ghastly arm formed. [b]Cheating! No shooting![/b] The other thirty nine statues repeated the words, and began to leap off their statues, their once grinning faces now twisted into scowls. As Zhevon slid the nullrod across the hallway floor, he barked out orders, [b]"No teleporting!" [/b]He said, specifically to Adrianne, [b]"Stukov, Duren, cover!"[/b] As the nullrod passed by the statues, they recoiled in pain, some falling off their pedestals, others shielded themselves with their hands. Zhevon darted back into the hallway, there were no more whispers now. Now there were only screeches of anger. He activated his power sword and sliced the leg off of a statue to his right. It fell over, but quickly regained its footing with a newly created, ghostly pink leg. Zhevon had no time to stop however, he continued, sprinting past several other statues. [b]"Aim for their heart!"[/b] He yelled back to Stukov and Ben. As if in demonstration, he raised his offhand and fired his inferno pistol at another statue to his left, in a burst of bright blue heat, it's right torso melted into slag. But what was revealed, was a small pink gem, the size of a small tin. Zhevon twisted left, switching off his sword. The edge of the blade cut about halfway into the gem, and with a small amount of effort, he pried the gem out of its body, the gem still stuck on Zhevon's sword. It yelled in defiance. Zhevon twisted right and replied by smashing the pink stone into the face of statue on his right, shattering the gem into two. The statue with its gem now destroyed quickly became colorless and brittle, it then fell over and as it hit the ground, turning into a pile of dust. Only 39 to go. [Indent][b]Aviza Niskaru[/b][/indent] "What the fu...what the fuc...what the actual fuck!” yelled Aviza from under her helmet and into her com while she emptied round after round into the statues with anger and disgust that few had rarely seen, or lived to talk about.