[u]Training Exercises[/u] [u]Dojo Courtyard B2, outside of the Lounge of Blades[/u] [u]5:43 PM[/u] [u]Palatine Victoria, Sole Survivor of the attack upon The Aeternus[/u] --------------------------------------------- [i]Aim. Shoot. Fire.[/i] [i]Approximately six .50 caliber rounds were fired from a Godwyn-De'az Pattern Bolter towards three straw dummies, each inanimate figurine held up by a wooden post planted firmly into the ground by someone some time ago. With the first round fired at each separate dummy, the round collided with their heads, blowing straw and wood to threads and splinters, flying through the air and falling upon the ground like ashes from a flame. The second bullet that planted itself into each separate doll found itself imbedded into the bosom of the straw beings, blasting their bodies apart and shattering the wooden poles that held them up. Merely six shots rang out, shattering the silence and yet, ending quite quickly.[/i] [i]The Adepta Sororitas - or rather, previous Adepta Sororitas - breathed in and out as she lowered her weapon, continuing to clench the weapon tightly as she silently observed the chaos that she had caused: three dolls, their remains scattered across the plain concrete and light green grass. Victoria smiled to herself in an odd sense of enjoyment, shrugging off the brief shock that she had felt from the Bolter's pure force: she knew that the Astartes fired much more intimidating weaponry, but not many soldiers that she had met in these parts could frequently fire a Bolter modified for usage of non-augmented beings.[/i] [i]Victoria was, underneath the charcoal black Power Armor that she had taken to wearing, an entirely normal woman: the armor that the Palatine wore into combative experiences and in her daily patrols and protective watch over Dojoville consisted of primarily ceramite plating for the outer layer, enough to endure regular rounds, and yet would be shattered and ripped to pieces by the forms of weaponry that Victoria was used to. Holy symbols and deep red cloth hung from her armor, decorated with fleur de lis and golden lining. She had taken to wearing her dark grey helmet alongside her armor, which concealed her head entirely: the visor consisted of two slit-like eyes, the glass a gleaming red color while a golden fleur de lis decorated the centerpiece of the smooth helmet. She was above the average female height, although she wasn't abnormally tall, like most of the Dojo's residents and everywhere that she visited - in fact, Victoria was five feet and nine inches tall, with a considerably athletic yet femininely built body, which was partially ideal for her line of work (perfectly ideal would be pure muscle and athleticism, really. Staring upon feminine parts is basically a death wish, at least for Adepta Sororitas and Astartes).[/i] [i]Obviously, the Sororitas Bolter had been described enough, although Victoria still had three more weapons upon her being: two Godwyn-De'az Pattern Bolt Pistols, dedicated to the usage of sidearms if anything, while capable of firing .50 caliber rounds as well, Incredibly impressive (and odd) for a pair of pistols. Yet the weapon upon her back was easily impressive, as it was a mere prodigy of it's own: a sword, strapped and held to the Palatine's back by a dark leather bond. The sword itself was twenty-nine inches long, reasonable for both one-handing and two-handing the weapon, while the golden grip was wrapped with dark leather and finished with a teardrop-shaped pommel. The center of the hilt was shaped into a clear skull, obviously relating to the Imperium, while the twenty-five inch long blade protruded outwards from the hilt, crafted from masterfully sharpened adamantium. The sword was double-bladed and slanted, allowing for capable hacks and slashes, while ending with a slanted point to allow for the piercing and tearing of flesh. There was a unique technology surrounding the weapon, as if it so much more capable than it originally seems.[/i] [i]But, back onto Victoria.. The Palatine sighed, her voice muffled by her helmet as she allowed her Bolter to hang from her hand, sitting down upon a strong, wooden bench next to the Lounge of Blades. She pressed the back of her head against the wooden structure - she needed some form of interaction, some sort of combat, or anything that didn't threat her life. Because then, she'd have to shoot someone. Several, several times.[/i] ((Open post, for interaction, chat, fight.. the usual. A1 has still yet to be fixed, so.. yeah. Hue.))