*Sigh* "More walking... "
Behind her mask, Adrianne let out an audible sigh.
This reminded her far too much of the less-glamorous sides of being attached to an Imperial Guard regiment, and not a proper one like the higher motorized-regiments of Armageddom's Steel Legion, no! More like the backwards ones who seemed unable to understand the merits of motorized vehicles, which meant that there was an ungodly amount of "walk this" or "walk there" and sore feet. None of which she really missed!
That was, until her eyes rested on what she had originally assumed to be a piece of scrap nearby.
"What's this I wonder... !"
Adrianne eyed the Orkish warbike for a moment where it laid on its side in a puddle of dirt. It was covered in green blood mixed with mud, and its ramshackle plates were scorched with shrapnel fire. But, looks aside, it appeared for all intents and purposes perfectly in order - as far as Ork vehicles could go!
Pulling the unnecessarily heavy bike up from the mud, Adrianne carefully brushed some green gore and a dead gretchin off the seat before motioning for the rest of the group!
"Hmm... you guys go ahead - I'll be right behind. I just got some Psyker business to do!"
*
As the group arrived at the Mechanicum Storage house, Adrianne's arrival behind them would be announced by a thunderous roar of an oversized bike engine as the Psyker could be seen come riding out of the rain - her long white, wet ponytail flickering behind her in the air!
Small sparks of fire were occasionally spat out of the double twin-linked exhaust pipes attached to either end of the warbike, and the entire structure of the bike shook with the tremor of the large engine! The oversized wheel wobbled sideways as it ploughed through mud and spraying large fonts of water in every direction! All in all it was nothing short of a miracle how the entire piece of junk that vaguely represented a bike held itself together at all!
As she drove up towards the group, she even followed them inside; the large gothic archways of the storage depot giving more than enough room for even the bike to fit in.
More specifically, Adrianne would drive up next to Vala, giving the group's techno-heretic a very peculiar stare through her mask; and addressing her specifically.
"And look what I found! Still functional!" Adrianne exclaimed, making absolutely no attempt to hide the pride in her voice as she patted the bike's handles and the twin-linked Ork guns attached to the top of it.
Their triggers were located at the gas handles, though how one would ever aim them to have a realistic chance of hitting something Adrianne had still not managed to figure out. Perhaps aiming was never a part of the equation. Yet for whatever purpose they might serve, they still added to the vehicle's rustic look!
