Cordella

Emperor protect you. You just wanted to live your life on your small farm on the the planet of Cardinus, a world separated from the wider imperium. You had a good life. Small house, small farm, and a little road the led into the nearby market. You were content with living this life, ignorant of the horrors plaguing millions of other planets. Until the Vraksians came. It was sudden and unexpected. Late into the night as your rode back from the market you saw landers only a few hundred feet from your house. You dashed back and locked the door. You peeked out of the window to see one of the shopkeepers begging for you to let them in. A figure sneaks behind them and slams a pickax into their skull. They yank it out and they notice you looking thought the window. You quickly hide away and pray they didn’t see you. A brief pause then you hear a crack from your door. Then another. Then a mighty snap as your door is kicked in. You hold your breath as you hear footsteps slowly creep around your house, each step closer than the last. You peek out of you hiding spot and hardly a second afterwards a autogun round wizzes by your head and splinters into the wood. You freeze as the figure slowly approaches you. Before you can react you are grabbed and tossed over their shoulder. You are stuck on the head, knocking you out. Hours later you wake up to the feeling of heat on your skin and a blazing campfire across from you. Behind the fire is who you assume to be the one who kidnapped you. Their hair is short, most of it covered by a sack that’s been pushed to the top of their head. There’s sharpening a knife as a piece of meat cooks over the fire. The don’t seem to notice you.